Post by feodorlane on Jan 23, 2010 2:41:16 GMT -6
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feodormarvinlanebonjour, my name is Meghan. i've got twenty one
tracks spinning on my record. i've got serious skill 'cause i've been roleplaying for lots of years and i live in the pacific timezone.
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name , Feodor Marvin Lane
nicknames , Feo, FML and back in the day they called me DJ Phoenix
age & date of birth , Twenty five, April 16th
gender , Male. I’d make an ugly girl.
sexual orientation , Come what may, I’m bisexual.
played by , Brandon Boyd
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height , 6’2
weight , 175 lbs
basic appearance, What do I look like? Me, of course. More specific? Well if you must know. The first thing that people notice about me is that I’m pretty damn tall and I usually look taller than I am since I have long, skinny orangutan arms and I’m boney all over so I kind of look like a knock kneed giraffe sometimes. I’m decently muscular I guess, I mean I go running every now and then and I’m a very active person, but I don’t know if I would judge strength by being able to hold one’s own in a fight. I can certainly keep most people from hurting me and hurting themselves, but I’m not quite buff enough to get myself some basketball shorts and get myself a wrestler name. I’m not really into fighting anyway.
I have brown eyes, brown hair and sun bleached skin that got that way from long hours spent baking in the sun. Girls usually dig my long, floppy hair even though they’re at times afraid to touch it, though I’ve had it short, I’ve had dreds and all things under the sun aside from coloring it, and I found that medium length and low maintenance to suit me best. But ha, I’m pretty low maintenance in every aspect of my appearance.
My style is a cheap one that consists of whatever I can afford really. Button up shirts, five dollar vests, old jeans and aged leather belts; I’m not dressing to impress anybody. I really like going to street vendors and whatever clothes they sell that I happen to find interesting I buy, since I like the uniqueness of it and being able to associate memories with the things I own. As a slight tangent, I also have tattoos on my right arm and gauges in my ears.
physical flaws, Haha, seriously? You want to bank on my poor self esteem already? Well, okay I guess. I have a long ass horse face, but I guess it gives me a stupid sort of charm. On top of that I have a giant forehead and little itty bitty eyes. I have long hands that kind of look like spider legs and no matter how many times you bathe me, I always seemed to look like a grease monkey hippie. I’m kinda boney and kind of look emaciated from some angles even though I could clean out panda express easily on a good day, but I guess I have a really fast metabolism.
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likes , Music, birds, people, collecting instruments, shooting the breeze with strangers over a beer, chances, taking risks, trying new things, being lazy, barely working for a living, travelling, guitar hero
dislikes , Drama, people who snap and fling their hands when they’re angry, overly sexual people, coffee, moody café bars, being a DJ, being sick, being alone, wearing a tie, combing my hair
overall personality , As far as I know I’m a pretty easy dude to get along with. I really don’t like to fight and honestly getting all fussy and hot under the collar takes just a little too much effort for me. I don’t exactly see the good in anyone and I’m not really pooping rainbows or anything of the sort, I just believe that everybody has a purpose and even the cruelest of people are necessary to this world and this place, so it’s okay with me if that’s how they are. I’m very tolerant of other’s faults since you have to love people for their faults. A person shares assets with many people, but faults define them and set them apart, so I’m more than happy if I meet someone who wears a few. I enjoy a smooth, fluid vibe and good times set onto good music, so what’s a guy got to complain about? I’m very easy going and very laid back, almost to a fault since I struggle to have structure in my life.
On the note of music, that is my life, it is who I am. When I die I’ll survive by the notes I wrote and through the people who heard them, since every time I touch those keys or hit those strings, I send out a little piece of me. I love to make music, I love to hear it, I love to learn about it and think about it. When I close my eyes I dream up melodies and when I walk the sounds of cars and footsteps translates into beats ringing in my ears. Music is my entire philosophy and soul and I like to think that I can translate the things I think, feel and say into chords that can be heard and understood by anyone and everyone. It’s what drove me to be a DJ back in the day, since I love the idea of music possessing someone and merging with them to form actions that can make them get up and dance, to shed inhibitions, to briefly feel free and feel strong. Music is my native tongue which I am dedicated to whole heartedly. Sometimes it bites me in the butt since I tend to put it before friends, lovers and family.
I’ll admit that I’m a bit of a romantic, but not in the conventional way. Ever since my last real girlfriend I’ve been a bit out of sorts in the romance scene and I’m blindly searching to find that feeling again. I don’t want to play out some Cinderella fairy tale and I don’t want to be prince charming, I just want that feeling. The one that makes you race home just to be with that person, that makes you think about them when they’re not there and that fills you up and makes you whole, makes you happy and excited for what happens next yet wanting each moment to drag on forever. I’ve felt it once and to be honest I’m scared that I’ll never feel it again which has… sort of turned me into a prude I guess. I flirt pretty casually and I’ve gone on dates and entertained the idea, but whenever it starts I always run for reasons I really can’t explain, but that I rationalize in the moment.
Generally I’m a pretty light hearted guy, I like to laugh, make people laugh and have fun. I’m not exactly a partier, but I am a booze, chips and pizza around the TV sort of guy. I don’t like all those hyped up scenes with their low lights, blasting music and fancy drinks, I’m a little more down to earth. My equivalent of a party is sitting around in my apartment with my friends, playing playstation and drinking a beer from the bottle. I’m always willing to try things at least once since I like to live my life to the fullest and I feel kind of sad if I go to sleep knowing I sat around and did nothing all day. I’ll try anything at least once and I’m more than willing to strike up conversation with anyone, since who could say if they are or aren’t destined to be that person who’s my best friend from that point on.
As far as friends go, I like to think I’m a good one, but I’m told I can be a bit selfish by the people who’ve known me the longest at least. I think they’re mostly mad that I just picked up and left after college without really telling anyone and pretty much went off the map. To be honest it’s very likely that I’ll do that again, so I guess I can understand people calling me selfish. I also sometimes struggle to be very comforting just because I’m a guy who doesn’t even know how to heal himself and I’m sort of terrified that I could say something misleading or that leads my friends worse off, which leads me to cracking jokes and just trying to make people laugh rather than actually comforting them. I sort of just hope that they understand and don’t much explain myself, but I’m a loyal friend who is always there for my friends when I know I need to be and always ready to lend a helping hand. The fact that I run from my problems kinds of put a damper on the whole scheme, but it’s a tick I’m slowly trying to cure.
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hometown , La Jolla, California
family , Harvey Lane, forty nine, father
Alexandra Lane, forty eight, mother
Ophelia Lane, twenty six, sister
pets , none
history , Has anyone ever noticed how these things always seem to focus on the negative? It’s like that’s all that makes a person, but it’s not. It’s just one small little piece, one part of a mosaic that is vastly more beautiful. I chose to think of my life like that, an unfinished mosaic. Some tiles are a shadow, some are a highlight and some are base colors building it to completion, like the different instruments contributing to a song. My dad met my mom on a long stretch for his job as a fisherman. His boat had stopped over in New Zealand and there he met my mom, one lovely lady with dark brown hair. She’s an awesome lady, just as beautiful inside as she is outside. How my dad managed to catch her, we really don’t know. I for one am sure glad he did or else I wouldn’t be alive, ha.
I’m the youngest of two, and I won’t lie, my sister is the apple of my parent’s eye. Ophelia’s gorgeous, smart, ambitious and successful. Me, however? Well I’ll just be straight; I was kind of a bum until recently. Sure I had a good time of it, I was a funny and happy go lucky kid, the only time I ever felt “bad” was when I put ice in my piano teacher’s purse. I just hung out nearly all day long, playing music, listening to music, hanging out with my friends, going to parties and sleeping through classes. I figured that my sister pretty much had the pride and good egg department covered, and I was always too easy going to really worry much. Somehow I slipped through high school with a diploma and went to college, majoring first in piano and then in secondary education with a music emphasis.
While in college I worked both as a songwriter and a DJ. The being a songwriter part was cool, but I didn’t make much money since I was still very wet around the ears. Being a DJ on the other hand was awesome some nights, and then it just wore on me other nights. One night, however, made the whole experience worth it and that was the night that I met Julie-Anne Mark. She was the cutest, hippest little girl you’d ever seen, and man could she ever dance. She had a critical eye for music but a warm and nurturing heart, the kind of girl who takes injured birds to the vet, you know. She was kind of moody and had ups and downs but it made her who she was. Julie-Anne would listen to my music and give me the criticism I needed, she’d slap me down and raise me up at all the right times. That girl had me pegged; she made me a man in a way that was so much more than having sex, killing a deer or learning to throw a punch. There was so much wrong with her, there had to be when there was so much right with her, but I took care of her through the bad days because the good days were a thing more beautiful then I could ever imagine.
All good things come to end though, and so did me and Julie-Anne. No, she didn’t die, she didn’t get some wacky sort of terminal cancer, and it wasn’t just because she was manic depressive. Slowly, around my senior year of college she just… stopped loving me. I laughed it off, you know, stayed alone for while after she kissed me goodbye for the last time and then gathered myself, acted like it was nothing. But honestly man, it broke me. I thought I was going to marry that girl; I was going to be with her, that there would be a baby with my eyes and her smile, but one afternoon it all ended like the last note on the keyboard.
I did my best to compartmentalize the hurt and since then I’ve been travelling the world. I’ve been from Alaska to Australia and then back the long way. I don’t know, after she left me I just wanted to get out and get lost for a while. I had a pretty good time and made some great friends in the process, and I really am better for it, and I’d like to believe that it put me back together. I had my adventures, you know, simultaneously getting de-boated by a hippo and peeing my pants, learning how to play instruments from aborigines, walking the Nazca lines and I even got to see those rare few weeks when the Atacama desert bursts into bloom after the rains. The world’s a beautiful place and if I could, I’d walk its surface as long as I could just to see every inch of it, but as life goes, you have to call someplace home eventually, or for a little while at least.
That is precisely what I’ve been trying to do, but when I stepped off the boat and onto my home turf in California, nothing felt right. I felt like a fish out of water, flopping around in the sand. It’d been years since I’d seen her, but in every familiar street I could have sworn I felt her hand in mine, her breath on my shoulder, her lips on my cheek. I stayed with a friend for a few nights and the good guy he was, waited to break it to me easy that she was still in town, that she was seeing someone else and due to be married. I made excuses, laughed it off, but man I can’t even tell you how hard it hit me even after all these years. I guess that’s why I moved to Chicago of all places even though I’m a warm and sunny weather sort of guy. There was an opening at a high school for a music teacher, and I took it without question, shipping my life out there to try and ground myself for a while and hopefully grow up a little.
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mmkay. so this application hurr was made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? of caution. steal it or take off this credit, and i shall hunt you down and eat your insides! lyrics credit to lily allen.
