GRAVES, grim axel

[GRIM AXEL GRAVES]

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GRAVES, grim axel

Simon Cruz -- Grim Axel Graves

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

name: Toni
age: 18 (finally :3)
roleplaying experience: four years
roleplaying sample:

A Gasoline Lullaby, that's what put her to ease every night, it chased the monsters away, it chased everything away, and yet nothing seemed to bother her more then triggers, things that would set the memories off, including beer, rain and looking into the headlights of a truck on at night, loud noises, and anything to do with the sound of squealing tires and crunching metal. Metallica, named after her parents favorite rock band had spent almost one normal night at St.Hell, though to be completely honest, she hated everything about this building, and all the flammable things where lock up and safely tucked away, out of reach of Pyro's like herself, or so they thought.

Obviously they underestimated her drive to light things on fire to cope with memories of the past.

The shakes had started really early that morning, horrible and violent, it looked like she was literally jumping around in her seat during class, then the sounds came back, the sound of metal grinding against metal, the final screams of her sister and her best friend, The sound of the rain pittering against the windows, the sound of breaking glass....all these sounds and more broke through the soupy cloud in her mind. She rubbled her temples a bit before running out of class and locked herself in her dorm, drawing her knees up to her chest and rocking herself, murmuring her one mantra sentence "It's all my fault, it's all my fault" She lit the toilet paper on fire and her textbooks as well, eventually finding some release in this and curled up to sleep after a while, waking up to the television blaring a car chase scene, and she ran from the room.

The memories would never leave her alone, would they?

She ran farther and farther through the dorms, eventually making her way outside and desperately looking for something to light on fire, spotting a gas can and she ran over to it, picking it up and hearing the flammable liquid sloshing around inside, and ran out onto the gym field, looking around for something to light on fire, anything really. Metallica had silent tears falling down her face and her misty green eyes where wide with both fear and sadness, she ran over to the bleachers with a set determination and started to douse the structure in gasoline, working quickly, her hands trembling and shaking like she had been through an earthquake, eyes flicking around the scenery around her, making sure she was alone, or so she should think and hold a sense of false safety and solitude around her.

Least someone find her doing this....

Metallica finished drenching the bleachers in gas and made a trail away a bit, then took out a packet of matches from her pocket, set the gas can down and away, then dropped the match on the gasoline trail, almost immediately the bleachers where on fire and smoking, she reached into her pocket and lit a cigarette, silent sobs wracked through her, she shook while she stood there, afraid and quiet, her heart hurting like hell, nothing should ever scathe the heart so bad that it can hardly function, but somehow Metallica was one of the unlucky ones.

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

full name: Grim Axel Graves
nickname: Fishguts (don't ask him about this one), Spazz
age: 23
band, position: Kidnapped at Calais, Lead guitar
sexual orientation: Bi, leaning more towards chicks
hometown: Portland, Oregon

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

how did you get here: How did I get here? fuck a lot of hard work and getting my ass kicked by my guitar as a kid and never setting the damn thing down, that's how. I've played guitar since I was ten years old, ten! and believe me, I played it until my fingers bled. Not that I have an issue with a little blood, especially when it comes to stage shows. I met the guys a while back, hell I was so drunk I don't even remember much of the early years, 'cause god knows, I love my alcohol. But they saw that I was a pretty sick guitar player and could crank out metal licks like Mick Mars, so they let me join, and low and behold, here I am today, rude, crude and tattoo'ed. And Can I let you in on a little secret? I think our singer's pretty damn cute, but please don't tell them, I think I'd have to kill you if you did. I'm damn serious.

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

likes: Girls, Boys, sex, drugs, alcohol, old movies, playing video games, smoking, motorcycles, muscle cars, Punk rock
dislikes: Loud people, screaming girls, shitty tattoos, ugly cars, magazines, being bored, pop music, rap music, scene kids, having to replace guitar strings, managers, people of authority.