LOVETTE, adrian william

[ADRIAN WILLIAM LOVETTE,]

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LOVETTE, adrian w i l l i a m

maxx danziger – adrian william lovette

whats that in your head?
"a simple melody".

name: fleafleaaa
age: fifteeen
roleplaying experience: since the womb
roleplaying sample:

It wasn't oh so surprising to find Zachary Havok relaxing in a alleyway somewhere. And, It also wasn't too surprising to see him with a rather illegal substance hanging from his lips, smoldering down slowly. He really didn't mind the fact that he was alone. No one had the right... appearance, or really willingness to hang around someone like him. Someone who was full of themselves, easily angered, and an over all dick. But he was a loner, and he was better than anyonewho he crossed paths with, so why should he care if people really didn't hang around him? He had enough company. That was himself and the joint hanging out of his mouth. 

The rebel got up, stretching a bit before stomping on the now finished smoke, walking out of the alley. He peered down the street, and saw a gathering of people. His eyebrow raised as he managed, due to distance, to see a girl playing a violin for the crowd. He grumbled slightly, pulling out an actual cigarette, lighting it up. He sat back down where he was before, taking a long drag, before feeling someone nearly stumble into him. He cursed softly, moving away before looking up and seeing the girl who was just playing her violin for all those people. “Wow, watch where you're going.” He got up, flicking the cigarette away, walking out of the alley before almost getting bumped into- this time by the god damn cops. His eyes grew in surprise. Were they chasing the girl that was now taking a breather in the alley behind him? 

Out of breath, one of the officer's asked,“Have... you seen a girl... running past with a green violin case?” Yep, that was her. And yes, he could have easily ratted her out with a point in the right direction, but he paused. She seemed like the type not to get chased after by the cops, yet she was sitting behind him, catching her breath as these cops questioned him to her whereabouts. He nodded quickly, before pointing up the sidewalk, pointing away from her. “I saw her head that way. She rounded the corner.” They thanked him quickly before sprinting off again. He chuckled, muttering a few demeaning terms towards them under his breath before walking back into the alley. “Tell me somethings,” he said, standing in front of her, “What's your name, why the hell are the fucking cops chasing you, and was saving your ass worth it?” His arms folded together, and he raised his eyebrows, waiting expectantly. If he didn't get his answers, well, who was stupid enough not to listen to him?

when you think things are getting better
"remember we're best friends for never".

full name: adrian william lovette
nickname: 'Drian
age: 19
band, position: Its All Love, Drummer
sexual orientation: Bisexual
hometown: London, England

this is the way out!
"this is my home now".

how did you get here:  I wasn't always little Adrian Lovette. I was born named Jacob Wyatt. I was like any other baby. Average weight, average size, but eventually I would grow to have so many secrets hidden behind my smiling, giggling face. My parents, my father being my name sake, were always overly protective of me. They wouldn't let me wander too far, wouldn't let me play on the playground with my other friends. They were just so afraid I'd be hurt. 

Like any other kid, I went to middle school, but that's when things started to change. I became one of the burn outs, lost my virginity, and in ninth grade, ended up addicted to meth. However, only months later, I OD'd and ended up in the hospital. My parents had seen my rebelling, and tried their best to keep me under control, but they were lost for words when they got the call telling them their son was in the hospital. Unable to control me, once I hit 15, they threw me out onto the London streets, telling me to find a place other than their home to live. 

I thought it would have been simple to live on the streets, more free, but I hated it. I lasted a week before I found a way to make it over to the US. Sneaking onto a cargo ship, I ended up in the Big Apple, acting as if I didn't know anything that happened in my prior life. I was brought in by a family who eventually moved up to Virginia, and I acted like I didn't know anything that happened. I simply said my name was Adrian, and that was all I could remember. Due to my past, I pulled in a bit, became an introvert, not wanting to start conversation with anyone. Though, I learned how to drum, fell in love with the instrument, and found the perfect band that fit my personality. I'm glad im not the most important person in the band. God knows that would kill me.

we're on a misson
"and we'll take our time".

likes: night time, huge blankets, literature, music, art, late night television, being around kids, close friends, cigarettes
dislikes: meth, parents, his true self, anything dubbed “main stream”, sports, anyone who is arrogant, crowds of people, bugs