payne, carver dwaine

[ashy]

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PAYNE, carver d w a i n e

martin johnson -- carver dwaine payne

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

name: ashy
age: nineteen
roleplaying experience: six (or more) years
roleplaying sample:

It was just another boring night. Absolutely nothing had happened at all that day except the few inches of fresh snow that had accumulated on the frozen ground and cars. It was late but the gray clouds and crisp white snow made the night just a bit brighter. Everybody would be wakng up to step out and ruin the smooth surface of the light snow in the morning. Everybody except a young boy and his sister who had already displaced the snow surrounding the small home. Neither could sleep and it had seemed like a good idea to go out and play in the snow for a while.

Of course playing in the cold came with a price. The two snuck quietly back into the house, shivering as they stripped back down to single layers of clothes. "Hot chocolate?" the boy asked looking over to his little sister who was stealing the blanket off the back of the couch to warm up. She nodded before curling up on a chair, pulling the blanket over her head and whimpering. "I'm cooooooold..." she complained, peeking over the edge of the blanket to watch her brother fix them up some hot chocolate.

The boy laughed slightly, shaking his head and walking over handing her a mug before sitting on the arm of the chair and drinking his own. "Wonder why. Drink. Be warm. Get some sleep. You need it." he said looking down at her and smiling sweetly.

She drank her hot chocolate quickly before shaking her head. "I'm not tired though..." she said, the yawn giving away the lie. She hid back under the blanket and whined, shoving her brother off the chair. "Why don't you go to bed then? You need sleep too."

He rolled his eyes and puled her off the chair. "I have to leave soon. I can't go to sleep. You stayed up all night with me. Now go to sleep and I'll see you when i get back, kay?" he said giving her a quick hug before pushing her towards her room. He loved her and he cared for her, more so since nobody else seemed to in the family. He'd do anything for her, even if it meant him getting killed. Then again, he wouldn't be much help to her dead.

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

full name: carver dwaine payne
nickname: carve
age: twenty-four
band, position: Go. No. Stop!, guitarist
sexual orientation: straight
hometown: vancouver, canada

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

how did you get here: How did I get here? Walked. No? Ok then. I guess you want a serious answer. Fine. Don't have much of a choice do I? Let's just get it over with then.

I was born in Vancouver, that's in Canada case ya didn't know. My parents split up when I was six and after a few years being beat by my step-brother I moved back with my dad. Hated the States anyway. My sister stayed at mom's though so thank god for internet and internationl phone cards.

My dad was a trucker so he wasn't really home a lot. Yeah, I know. Kind of a lame job but who else can say they learned to drive on an eighteen wheeler? Anyway, being a Canadian I obviously love hockey and would go out with friends to play it. Of course I had a lot of down time still and stole my dad's old guitar and started teaching myself. Figured it was a good idea since I loved music but never really planned on doinganything with it. Then again, after a while of playing one tends to dream of being famous and afer gradation I got that chance.

Left my dad's to go visit my sister and while visiting ended up finding a band in need of a guitarist. Long story short, I'm now that needed guitarist and loving it. Of course, I still head back to my dad's on off time and have my kick ass Canadian accent still, though it's not as strong as it used to be. Need to go for another visit and refresh it soon.

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

likes: music, hockey, old horror films, dogs, chocolate, sleeping in, staying out later, partying, alcohol, sugary cereal, waffles, his guitar, texting, girls
dislikes: little kids, drugs, smoking, little dogs, waking up early, missing a show, being sick, stalkers