SHERK, Phoenix Alerion

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SHERK, phoenix a l e r i o n

ronnie radke -- phoenix alerion sherk/center]

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

name: Indy
age: 19
roleplaying experience: lots
roleplaying sample:

When the brute grabbed Malakai by the shirt, Kai could feel the heat from the guy's hands against his own, cold skin. However, it was a certain smell on the guy that made the hair on Malakai's neck stand on end.

The smell of a werewolf.

Malakai's icy grip on the bar tightened when the mohawked guy let him go and stormed out, Corey telling him off. Oh yeah, there was something going on there, but it was no concern to him.

But who was the werewolf?

He was still thinking intently about it when Corey apologized and offered to buy him another drink, but he shook his head and gestured at the bartender.

"Oh no, it was my fault that it happened in the first place," he answered apologetically, mind still on the smell.

Ordering another round of drinks for those who's drinks had been victim to his icy assault, he smirked and brushed some of the frost off the top of his hand. Handing her a cranberry vodka and sipping his own new red russian, his eyes darted along the bar to where the mohawked guy had been sitting.

A girl and a boy sat nearby where the random guy had been, and as soon as he scanned their eyes he knew: the girl with the golden eyes was the werewolf. He couldn't help it, his lip pulled back instinctually to reveal gleaming fangs as he figured it out. Figures that he'd have to be stuck in a room with two fire-throwers and a werewolf.

"Sorry, I'm a little distracted. This is quite the interesting environment," Kai stated, trying to tear his eyes away from the dog....

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

full name: Phoenix Alerion Sherk
nickname: Phoenix
age: 20
band, position: Kidnapped In Calais, Drummer
sexual orientation: Bisexual
hometown: Munich, Germany

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

how did you get here: Yyyyyyeah, well I can't really remember how I got here to be honest. My mom was one of those 70 hippie flower children and liked to see the world through the eyes of LSD and tranq, so we never had a functional conversation. My dad was kind of a wank stain and peaced out on me and my three sisters almost as soon as we moved from Germany. He wasn't really around much anyway, but the one good thing he did do was buy me a drumset. So after like, nine years of fucking around on it by myself I got pretty damn good. The rest of Kidnapped In Calais and I met up when I was around 16, then got big without me even noticing.

I've been to jail a few times. I've avoided jail a few times. I've been on probation, I've been extradited, I've been charged, I've been falsely accused. Cops love me, see. It's cause I'm foreign, attractive and play by my own rules. I guess you'd better love me too, fuckers.

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

likes:
pussy
money
drugs
tattoos
piercings
tight jeans
booze
nighttime
doing his own thing
drumming
germany
his sisters

dislikes:
punks
puss[ies]
cops
lawyers
jail
jumpsuits
being sober
boats
hangovers
crashes