Post by & Patrick on Feb 18, 2006 21:38:05 GMT -5
Firstname:Patrick
Lastname:Stump
Nicknames: none
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 5 "9
Hair Color: Orange
Eye Color: Blue
Personality: Loves music and will bob his head to the beat no matter where he is. He marches to his own beat and doesn't give a crap what other people think. He'll make new pieces of music on his guitar when bored or turn up his music. He will try and get along with people and will stay on their bad side, but if in some particular reason you get under his skin than you might as well stay away.
Past: Patricks parents died when he was seven and his 19 year old brother was left to take care of him. His brother was in a band and was lead guitarist, he taught Patrick everything about the guitar and even practiced his own notes and lyrics with Patrick. When Patrick reached 15 his brother took him on tour and introduced him to the rock life. Patrick played the guitar with his brother and did vocals for some time. When Patrick got a bit older his lifestlye turned a lot more stressful. His brother got lost in haroin and to top it off his girlfriend was pregnant. When his brother came back to relization he went to a rehabilitation center and from what Patrick heard he's clean and is married with his wife and little girl. Patrick never heard from him again. Patrick took lead singer and lead guitarist for the longist time before he punched out a poparazzi, he was immediantly sued and when found out he was still a minor he was sent to P-C Boarding School since he had no adult or gaurdian caring for him.
Pets: A ferret!
Picture:
RPG-ing Skill:Patrick walked down the sidewalk humming his new song that he'd made up, it wasn't perfect yet but a few more touches and it would be perfect. He moved his fingers to wear the strings would be on his guitar and hummer the notes. A girl giggled behind him as she watched him work his fingers. He grinned and shrugged, it wasn't the first time he seemed weird when practicing. He yawned and walked to get his guitar from his dorm, he didn't feel like finger practicing, he wanted the real thing.
Codeword: peaches
Lastname:Stump
Nicknames: none
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 5 "9
Hair Color: Orange
Eye Color: Blue
Personality: Loves music and will bob his head to the beat no matter where he is. He marches to his own beat and doesn't give a crap what other people think. He'll make new pieces of music on his guitar when bored or turn up his music. He will try and get along with people and will stay on their bad side, but if in some particular reason you get under his skin than you might as well stay away.
Past: Patricks parents died when he was seven and his 19 year old brother was left to take care of him. His brother was in a band and was lead guitarist, he taught Patrick everything about the guitar and even practiced his own notes and lyrics with Patrick. When Patrick reached 15 his brother took him on tour and introduced him to the rock life. Patrick played the guitar with his brother and did vocals for some time. When Patrick got a bit older his lifestlye turned a lot more stressful. His brother got lost in haroin and to top it off his girlfriend was pregnant. When his brother came back to relization he went to a rehabilitation center and from what Patrick heard he's clean and is married with his wife and little girl. Patrick never heard from him again. Patrick took lead singer and lead guitarist for the longist time before he punched out a poparazzi, he was immediantly sued and when found out he was still a minor he was sent to P-C Boarding School since he had no adult or gaurdian caring for him.
Pets: A ferret!
Picture:
RPG-ing Skill:Patrick walked down the sidewalk humming his new song that he'd made up, it wasn't perfect yet but a few more touches and it would be perfect. He moved his fingers to wear the strings would be on his guitar and hummer the notes. A girl giggled behind him as she watched him work his fingers. He grinned and shrugged, it wasn't the first time he seemed weird when practicing. He yawned and walked to get his guitar from his dorm, he didn't feel like finger practicing, he wanted the real thing.
Codeword: peaches