LIONFORD, javier theodore

[javier]

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LIONFORD, javier t h e o d o r e

jack barakat -- javier theodore lionford

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

name: midori
age: 15
roleplaying experience: 5 years
roleplaying sample:

There was the sound of a crash and a thud. Normally, Reeda wouldn't have cared, but she reminded herself that she was playing the part of a sweetheart right now. She was practically required to care, even though she honestly didn't want to. With reluctance, she tore her gaze from her book to take a look at what happened.

It wasn't hard to figure out. The encyclopedias were usually neatly stacked one of top of another on a rolling cart. It was a librarian thing to have things looking so clean and organized. Now the encyclopedias were in messy stacks that looked as if they had been used and just tossed back into place. One teetered dangerously on it's side.

Meanwhile, there was a boy lying on the floor. It was highly likely that he fell face-first, and the very thought nearly made Reeda fall off the couch, clutching her sides as she laughed until she couldn't breathe. Others in pain was her enjoyment and entertainment. Despite her desire to laugh right at that moment, she bit her tongue and refrained. Meridiana the Sweetheart would never do such a thing as laughing at someone falling. She'd be the first to fly forward and offer soothing words while freaking out and telling the other occupants of the room to call an ambulance.

When her train of thought ended, Reeda threw her book onto the couch, not bothering to dog-ear the page she left off at. People would know she wasn't truly concerned if she took out a moment to make sure she could go back to what she was reading. She jumped off the couch and hurried towards the fallen boy, allowing a concerned expression to make it's way onto her face.

There were sounds of stifled laughter coming from the other people in the library who saw the fall, but she sent them a fierce glare to shut them up. If she wasn't allowed to laugh, then there was no way that she'd allow them to. Most people would think that Reeda was trying to defend the poor boy. After all, no one liked being laughed at after an embarrassing incident such as tripping and falling. The reality was that her reasons were selfish. She had no pity for clumsy people. She expected them to get up and brush themselves off before walking away like nothing happened. It was what she would do if it weren't for the fact that most people offered a hand to her when she fell, because they generally considered it far too heartless to laugh when a cute, innocent-looking girls got hurt.

Reeda paused for a moment to push the teetering encyclopedia back into it's original place before it fell and further injured the boy. Just as quickly, she got down on her knees and placed a gentle hand on his back as she offered a hand to help him up. A faked look of concern was set as her expression as she softly asked, "Oh, gosh, are you okay?"

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

full name: javier theodore lionford
nickname: jav, javie
age: 22
band, position: 420 Departure, drums
sexual orientation: heterosexual
hometown: New York, New York

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

how did you get here: how did you get here:

[/b] How I got here is nothing special, but if you really want to know, then I guess I might as well tell you my history. It's pretty short and simple though. So mom and dad used to be super in love, and they wanted a pretty little family right out out of a storybook. They had me, and three years later, they had my sister Aeryn. The exact day they brought her home, she gave me the cutest smile in the world, and from that day on, I swore that she would be the most important person in the world to me.

I sort of expected us to have a cute, little family like the kinds on TV, but that was all ruined the day Dad decided to cheat. I sort of understood the concept at age eleven. I didn't know what they were doing, but I did know that Dad was with another woman, and that wasn't okay. The twisted thing? I decided not to let Mom know. Everything was okay as long as the illusion was still there to trick everyone, right? Wrong. The truth exposes itself eventually, and when it did happen, Aeryn had to take the brunt of the consequences. And what did I do? Absolutely nothing. Some older brother, right? I was around for her until I was about seventeen, and then I got pretty distant. I never once forgot about her, but I was never there for her anymore. All I did was have sex and flirt and mess around with girls, all while she was hurting and lonely. I felt bad, and I hated it, so I decided to put more distance between us. By distance, I meant the entire span of the U.S. of A. I went from New York, all the way to Los Angeles.

To keep myself from getting bored, I started doing drugs and learning how to play the drums. Not that I ever really made friends with goody-two-shoes before, but I got even worse in California. If I wasn’t partying with people or sleeping around, I was spending time playing the drums, and nothing else was worth putting effort into. I never stopped thinking about Aeryn, but I never even called her. Mom called me all the time to nag about how I should’ve been ashamed that Aer was supporting the family while I was being irresponsible, so I started pick-pocketing my one night stands and flings and sending the money home. Mom still nagged, and Aer never asked to talk to me, even though I asked about her all the time. I knew that Mom was whoring her out, but I couldn’t bring myself to do anything about it even though I hated it. The only time she contacted me again was to tell me about Mom’s suicide. We spoke a little, and I realized that even though she meant the world to me, she didn’t feel the same. She hardly knew about me, and well, it sort of hurt. Apparently there were other people in her life that actually meant something to her, and I hated it.


At age eighteen, I probably would’ve jet home to cling to Aeryn all day long if it hadn’t been for the fact that I got a chance to be the drummer for 420 Departure. The band was full of a bunch of stoners, and while getting high wasn’t all that important to me, I didn’t really mind it either, so I fit in pretty well. I’m probably one of the only people in the band who don’t live on a high though. Nope, I live on sex. After the thing with Mom’s suicide, I called to check up on Aeryn more, and I knew she wasn’t okay, but I still couldn’t bring myself to go home and take care of her. I sort of got a sick enjoyment out of just standing aside and letting her destroy herself. Then she had people she loved to rescue her, and I hated them. She was my sister, so what right did they have in trying to mean something to her? I expressed my annoyance to a few friends, and they questioned if I had a thing for her, saying maybe I was into incest or something. Like, I know I’m pretty twisted, but incest?! Psh, not likely. I love her, but I’m not in love with her. Of course, I wouldn’t mind dating a girl that was a little like Aer, but whatever. That doesn’t mean anything.

Nowadays, I just sort of roll with 420 Departure and act as the drummer. Nothing special. I was pretty surprised to know that she became a roadie for one of the bands touring with mine, but I don’t mind. It’s pleasant having her around, and it’s not like I can’t party and have fun just because she’s around. Things are mostly pretty good in my life right now.


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

likes: Aeryn, sex, girls, flirting, making out, having fun, parties, clubs, pissing people off, flings, adrenaline rushes, money, socializing, fast food, running around naked, roller coasters, and sleeping.
dislikes: Aeryn's boyfriends, gyms, commitment, relationships, his parents, tuxedos, ties, being nagged, responsibility, being tired, rejection, salads, his parents, and formality.