ANDERSON, tyler james

[TYLER JAMES ANDERSON,]

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ANDERSON, tyler j a m e s

alexander william gaskarth -- tyler james anderson

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

name: fleaaaa
age: fifteen and a quarter.
roleplaying experience: a bajillion and a half years.
roleplaying sample:

Ah, what it felt to be an insomniac. That's what caused him to be sitting on the stage this late at night, idly strumming a guitar. Now, he wasn't one for acoustic songs... he loved the pounding drums and screaming guitars that came along with his favorite types of music... but he owned one acoustic guitar. It wasn't a real surprise that it was pitch black- from the frets to the strings- but he barely played it. Xander sat there for a moment, tuning the guitar. It seemed like music had always been his one and only output... He'd portray his mood in song. The pathetic thing was that most of his songs had the air of his depression.

Leaning back, he laid down on the stage, staring at the very faint stars in the sky. Damn New York and it's light pollution. He shut his eyes, and took a deep breath. Maybe he was back in his fit of depression. Just because he wasn't clinically diagnosed with it meant nothing... plus that was years ago. He probably changed back after he was taken off the anti-depressants. He let out a huff, before sitting back up and crossing his legs. For once, he wasn't clad in the classic tight, black, leather. He was just wearing a pair of simple black skinny jeans and a black tank top. He didn't lack his makeup, though. It was something that kept him from becoming the insecure little boy he was on the inside. It was rare not to see him in the makeup. Of course, his band mates always saw him without the makeup. But that was because he was comfortable with them.

Anyone else... they'd have to pin him down, knock him out, and then wash the paint off his skin. He refused to show such an... in his opinion, ugly side. His fingers plucked at the guitar strings, and he thought for a moment, before repositioning his fingers and strumming the strings softly. Before he knew it, he was singing softly along to the chords, “You’re barely sleeping, no longer dreaming... now what you do to feel alive...” A moment later, he sighed, and set the guitar down again, shaking his head. He couldn't get used to anything lately. He was probably in a fit of depression... Pulling out a pack of cigarettes, he lit up, taking a deep drag. He was running, and he felt like he'd never outrun his depression.

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

full name: tyler james anderson
nickname: tyty, ty
age: 23
band, position: go. no. stop!, roadie
sexual orientation: bi-sexual
hometown: miami

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

how did you get here:
so like, i was born in miami in a tiny ass apartment on august 31st. my parents were both musicians so i was around music all my life. i started playing instruments when i was younger, and it became a quick passion. I was judged for it, always being called the band geek, but I knew they'd all regret it when I was standing up on stage singing, or playing guitar or something. i grew up with my parents always urging me on. they wanted me to do what I wanted, even if I they didn't like the idea. they knew my dream was to grow up and be on the stage, just like they had been. it was pretty awesome with such chill parents. but at the same time, they were kinda protective.

my parents were always there for me and taught me right from wrong. there was no real sob story behind me. i though.. have to please everyone. its weird. When I graduated, I eventually found and joined a band called go. no. stop! as their bassist, but after leaving to retrieve my kid, they replaced me with some dude I don't really care about. so now im just chilling around hoping some band needs an extra hand, hoping to maybe figure out how to start my own band.

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

likes: sex, pot, partying, night time, rain, beanies, hoodies, florida
dislikes: hot days, booty shorts, serious people, bitchy people, the drums and his inability to play them, becoming irrelevant.