GREYBACK, judas xavier

[judas xavier greyback]

CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now

JUDAS XAVIER GREYBACK*

Well hello there, my name is Judas Xavier Greyback. I’m Twenty Six almost Twenty Seven. I have this flame for music that no one can understand. My love for music is something that is indescribable. I was an orphan after the age of four. I was adopted by the Reinster family and well, my life was not a cakewalk. It started going downward when I turned about eight, and well, my foster father, he was a drunk, he’d come home from “work” drunk out of his mind. His anger consumed him and he’d hit my mother. And when I’d try to help her, well, there were a few extra blows for me as well. I took them and cried in my room and well, my mother taught me to keep my mouth shut. I was about seven when I switched over to another foster home.The Greyback family. They were well for lack of words hippies. This is where I learned to absolutely fall in love with music and the way it made me feel. But something just wasn’t right, I was the only adopted child in that family, and there were six children. I was the youngest. And I tried to go through my days there in a composed manner but, all my other siblings kept bullying me. Which was, something I couldn’t really handle. So, my heart went to the one place it knew where, music, and my mind. By the time I was fifteen I started to feel kind of ….weird. Something I couldn’t really explain. I entered high school and well everyone thought I was weird. I tried so hard to keep my heart in music but I couldn’t get any farther than the basics. So, I went behind the scenes, but I knew something wasn’t right….

HEY HEY THAT’S NOT TRUE! Say hello to the real me, I’m Hunter Cain. I suppose you’re probably a bit confused. Well, fucking catch the drift. What are you stupid? I’m Judas’ multiple personality. I’m the asshole. Judas is a real cute and nice guy. He’s been looking for his real birth sister all along. OOPS did I spoil the surprise? Oh well, deal with it. Me, I love to party and snag women. While Judas? He likes playing around with the stupid sound boards and lights. He reads and does stupid shit and acts like a child sometimes. Me? I’m basically the opposite. I was made when Judas was made when Judas was sixteen. He was in highschool and well, his siblings, they were being jerks and he couldn’t handle it. Going from one abusive home to another. And to top it all off….his mother told him he was adopted. Judas would have never told you any of this. WELL. The stupid hippie parents, they told him the adoption agency they found him from and from there, he snuck around and got a last name RANDIO. Well, he sat there for years. Flip flopping from me and him. We just ran back and forth. One day he’d be a sweetheart then the next, I’d come around. And well, Judas began to suppress me with medication.

Fuck, I’m sorry you had to see that…..I suffer from Multiple Personality Disorder….I developed it when I was sixteen. I found out I was adopted and it sent me over the edge. I couldn’t really help it. So, I tried to go on with my life but it kept getting harder and harder. So I found some medication for it. And it was working well. I was transferred schools to a music school and focused on sound and lighting. It was something I taught myself and …..Hunter. and It worked out. I slowly finished school and went to college for the same thing. And let’s just say, I became pretty fucking good at sound and lights. I started working for some pretty big venues where people said that I look like Kenneth Nixon and then I decided to join up on a tour, and well that’s when I found Bad Intentions coming through and well I called up Dare Randio. And well, the name sounded familiar…..and then it hit me. She was my birth sister. They kept her, but tossed me…. I called her, and asked for a job as the tour sound and light man….and well, Here I am, on tour, with my little sister, who is my boss. Hopefully Hunter will keep quiet for a while.

I COULD USE A

dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'

uh hey, I’m Rae, From MA. I’ve been roleplaying for almost six years on and off I think. I’m nineteen and going to school for education. Other than that, there’s nothing else to really say about me. except that i don't care if i live or die but here's a little sample of what i can do :

The morning sun shone through the slit in the curtains and graced Ryann’s face with a warm light. She tossed over in hopes of going back to sleep but no such luck. She turned on her back and let the sun into her bunk. She turned so she was facing the bunk above her which wasn’t occupied at the moment. She let her hand run over her face, rubbing her eyes. In attempts to wake up Ryann reached behind her and grabbed her small clock and looked at the time. The little red lines connected to read 10:07. Letting out a heavy sigh, she rolled herself out of the bed. Her blond hair ruffled in a frantic mess, she looked down her white wife beater barely covering her colorful striped boy shorts. Walking towards the kitchenette area of the bus, she reached and grabbed a bowl and her small hidden box of cocoa puffs. What do you expect when you’re living with a bunch of men? They do eat a ton of food. Opening the door to the fridge, she grabbed the chocolate milk and placed it on the counter. Looking around the bus was extremely quiet. A few members missing, but most likely the others were sleeping as well. She quietly sat down and ate the cereal that she kept hidden from the rest of her crew and band because well, it’s a dog eat dog world on tour.

Ryann quickly finished up and placed her bowl in the sink and put everything back in its place. Walking back to her bunk she sat down and pulled out her suitcase from underneath her. Opening it up she looked through her clothing and chose a purple v neck and a pair of skinny jeans. She grabbed the small mirror that was near the head of her bed and pulled out a cosmetics case. She smeared some eye shadow on her eye lids and a somewhat dark pink lip gloss on her lips. She gave herself another look in the mirror and put a chunk of hair behind her ear which exposed the multi colored gauges. Getting up she slipped on her purple flip flops, grabbed her phone and her sun glasses and walked out the door. This was a somewhat regular routine of Ryann’s nothing special in her lifestyle on tour. But if this were her real life, the one where she lived in a castle and had to be all prim and proper? None of this would have been acceptable.

Ryann came from the Royal house of Windsor in England. Her aunt was the late Princess Dianna and her father was well, brothers with Prince Charles, her father being the youngest son. Relinda couldn’t handle the life of royalty. Yes it was filled with glitz and glamour, but that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted the normal life where she could wear blue jeans and run around and it wasn’t “inappropriate” to curse or laugh at crude jokes now and then. Her grandmother, she seemed to realize this and well, seemed to be very open to Ryann’s wishes of wanting to play piano and live well the “commoners” life. And without hesitation, she was sent to the US. Just like that, no questions asked. And that’s what she found astonishing about her grandmother, she could be so powerful and well, old fashioned but still have a knowing of the modern day world. Sometimes she even wondered if her grandmother would show up on tour, but, that seemed way too far out to happen.

She opened to door to the bus and the light seemed to flood her face. She squinted her blue eyes as she got adjusted to the sunlight. Walking across the lot she found herself getting closer to her destination. Which was, well, sometimes a place where she could enjoy her fans but other’s it was so hot that she really didn’t care .She loved every moment of this tour and well signing wasn’t even bad. She approached the table that was well, empty, none of her band mates seemed to be around but that was ok. A signing only really needs one person and a pen.

She sat in the somewhat uncomfortable chair at the end of the table and looked underneath her, there was a box filled with sharpies and March Of The Dead merch that could be given out if someone really wanted to give out free merch (usually Ryann was the one who did that anyway). Looking around, people kept coming and going for her autograph and even to get pictures taken with her. She loved this part of the tour. It was something she didn’t mind doing at all, but doing it alone, well, that was tough. The line started to get longer and well some fans would come sit next to her and just talk with her while she kept signing off her name on papers, body parts, and clothing. Looking around she waited for anyone to come over and well keep her company. Looking out into the line of people she shouted out to them “THEY LEFT ME TO DO THIS ALL ALONE!”

thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you

this application was made by two birds. of caution. steal and her hoard of zombies will come and eat your brains.