EVANS, Octane Leon

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EVANS, octane l e o n

Bow wow -- Terrence "Octane" Leon Evans

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

name: Noz
age: 16
roleplaying experience: 3 years
roleplaying sample:

“I never thought I would go back to that town. The thing is though, I did, and now I find myself staring into a shattered mirror. I unclench my fist and a drop of blood rolls down my middle finger, dropping to the tile floor. I look at the spider-webbing glass and see my now disfigured reflection. “Why did you have to come back here,” the man behind the broken glass asked, “after all these years, why now?”

“I have no idea why,” I reply as I turn on the faucet, “it’s not like this place had any real impact on my life.” I hear a rattling sound down in the pipes, yet no water flows from the spout. “Great,” I mumble under my breath, “its broken…”

The man behind the mirror laughs at me mockingly, “Absolutely nothing is going your way today, is it?”

I fall to the far wall and slowly slide till I reach the disgusting bathroom floor. “It sure appears that way, doesn’t it?” I respond sarcastically, reaching over for the toilet paper so I can wrap up my wounded hand. As I wrap the paper around my knuckles, I watch as it shifts colors from plain white, to dark red and so I roll more until I am comfortable with the red and white ratio.

I start to hit the back of my head up against the wall, really hoping that this all is a dream. “I don’t feel that will help much,” he says, his smile fractured along with the glass.

“I could really care less of what you think,” I spit back, continuing to smash my head, as if keeping beat to a metronome.

“Wow, now that was hurtful!” he exclaims in a falsely wounded tone; placing his misshapen hand to his disfigured chest as if to represent the shock he is in. Regaining his composer, he shifts over to the less wrecked side of the mirror and asks, “You know you never answered my question, why did you come back?”

I stop thumping my head and think for a second, “This place was a constant pit stop for family vacations. My dad was always too afraid to fly, or any other form of public transportation really, so we drove everywhere we went.”

“So let me guess,” the man in the mirror speculates, “you saw the towns name on a sign on the highway and thought, hey I need gas so why not?”

“That’s the gist of it.” I say as I cup my hands over my face and then rub my eyes with my palms. “I stopped at the gas tank and parked my car. When I opened the door and reached for the nozzle, I noticed two people out beside the station it’s self. From there I could tell that one was a man and one was a women but it took me a few seconds to realize was going on.”

I slowly get up and turn away from the mirror, now staring at the plain wall as if I am watching the events of the day ensue, “She started to yell for my help, the women, she had seen me standing at the pump. She was calling out to me telling me that she was being robbed, begging for me to stop the man that was attacking her…but I couldn’t do it, I was frozen stiff.”


“So instead of helping her, you stood there and watched that man steal her possessions, you heartless bastard!” he yells from behind the glass,as if accusing me of a heinous crime.

I turn in a fit of rage, yelling back, “Who are you, who are you to judge me?” tears now streaming down my face.

“Is it not obvious?” he said with a crooked smirk.

All the sudden it hits me, “You! You’re the man I saw!"

“Yup!” His smile now spreading across his face, “You could have stopped me you know, you could have knocked me out cold. Instead, you stood and watched. How does that make you feel?”

Anger now boiling to the overflow point, I look around at the bathroom. The toilet is filthy and covered in piss. The wall is filled with profanity and supposed floozies’ numbers. The floor, I am pretty sure has vomit spewed all over it. “You know,” I say, as I clench my bloodied, bandaged fist, “this bathroom is already in a pretty poor state, I don’t think anyone will really miss the mirror.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks as he crosses his arms.

“Is it not obvious?” I answer him, dangling my metal key-chain out in front of my face.

“You…” he tries to get something out but it is to late, I hurl the keys at the mirror as hard as I can. The collision is a spectacle all its own, and time its self stands still. The glass ripples for a second as the keys impact the center. Shards rain down, collecting in the sink underneath or smashing to the ground.

I walk over to the sink, find the largest fragment, and pick it up. I look into it and see his scorning eye looking right back at me. “I won’t leave you alone,” he shouts, “you will not be able to rid your self of me!”

“That’s what you think.” I say as I release the glass shard to the ground and stomp on it until only dust remains.

I open the door of the bathroom and then head for the convenience store’s exit. Before I leave though I stop at the front desk, take a 50 out of my wallet, hand it to the scrawny dropout behind the counter and say, “You might want to get your mirror fixed, along with the rest of that restroom.”

Without waiting for a reply I leave, and venture back to my car. I open my door and get in, and sit down into the divers set. I buckle up and go to adjust my rear view mirror, and there he is with is crooked smile saying, “So, where are we going?” ”

The doctor pushes his spectacles up his nose leans forward in his chair, saying, “Alright Max, you may open your eyes now.”

The shaken up man opens his eyes, asking in a shaky voice, “Are we done for the day?”

“Not quite,” the doctor replies in a caring tone, “I just have one more question, do you see him now?”

The man looks directly into the doctor’s eyes and says “Yes, I see him in your glasses.”.

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

full name: Terrence Leon Evans
nickname: Octane
age: 23
band, position: Luster Purge, Manager
sexual orientation: Heterosexual
hometown: Detroit, Michigan

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

how did you get here: First of all, Octane. That's what you call me. Unless you're my mama or you're arresting me, you don't call me Terrence. Second of all, we will either get along or hate each other with a fiery passion. I worked long and hard to slide into the directing music industry, and here I am on the Semi Sweet Sugar Tour doing just that. I rode independently signed rappers from state to state, trying to get them big, trying to push them. When they got old, I moved on to the next.

Luster Purge hasn't gotten old. They're too big for their new benzes, and now they need a street savvy manager to keep them organized? Well, that's where I came in. After getting a call from a convenient connection, I was fronted for the job. Here I am, get ready for Octane.

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

likes:
Fine Champagne
Oldschool rap
Exressmen Shirts
Cuff links
Champagne
Women with less makeup and more dior
Gambling
Cigars
Things other people can't have


dislikes:
Cheap wine
Polo
Beer
Sleaze
Hangovers
Surprises
Police
Competition