FALCONE, Sonny Dante

[SONNY DANTE FALCONE,]

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FALCONE, Sonny d a n t e

Alex McKee -- Sonny Dante Falcone

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

name: indy!
age: 18
roleplaying experience: 5 years
roleplaying sample:

When the brute grabbed Malakai by the shirt, Kai could feel the heat from the guy's hands against his own, cold skin. However, it was a certain smell on the guy that made the hair on Malakai's neck stand on end.

The smell of a werewolf.

Malakai's icy grip on the bar tightened when the mohawked guy let him go and stormed out, Corey telling him off. Oh yeah, there was something going on there, but it was no concern to him.

But who was the werewolf?

He was still thinking intently about it when Corey apologized and offered to buy him another drink, but he shook his head and gestured at the bartender.

"Oh no, it was my fault that it happened in the first place," he answered apologetically, mind still on the smell.

Ordering another round of drinks for those who's drinks had been victim to his icy assault, he smirked and brushed some of the frost off the top of his hand. Handing her a cranberry vodka and sipping his own new red russian, his eyes darted along the bar to where the mohawked guy had been sitting.

A girl and a boy sat nearby where the random guy had been, and as soon as he scanned their eyes he knew: the girl with the golden eyes was the werewolf. He couldn't help it, his lip pulled back instinctually to reveal gleaming fangs as he figured it out. Figures that he'd have to be stuck in a room with two fire-throwers and a werewolf.

"Sorry, I'm a little distracted. This is quite the interesting environment," Kai stated, trying to tear his eyes away from the dog..

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

full name: Sonny Dante Falcone
nickname: Sonny
age: 24
band, position: Go. No. Stop!, bassist
sexual orientation: Straight
hometown: Atlanta, Georgia

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

how did you get here: How did I get here? Try by the skin off my back and the edge of my teeth. I wasn't raised in some cushy, pamper me elmo family and I sure as fuck didn't come up the easy way. My parents weren't around, I basically raised myself and I left that shithole at the age of 15 with my bass guitar and a rucksack. I begged, borrowed and stole, played empty shows, did things that I can't say I'm not proud of, but I'm sure as hell not going to tell you about them. I've screwed people, made enemies and somehow managed to fall in with the twisted personalities of the rest of the band. When their last bassist left and I heard about tryouts (along with how psycho the band members were) I thought to myself "hey, why the fuck not?" So here I am, and you're not getting rid of me.

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

likes:
himself
money
fame
nameless women
one night stands
drinking
cocaine
being left alone
his bass
doing what he wants
bribery
pushovers

dislikes:
authority
"do gooders"
rules
people in general
relationships
feelings
crowds
sleeping
orders
responsibility