BLACK, lucky tyler

[LUCKY TYLER BLACK,]

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BLACK, lucky t y l e r

oliver sykes - lucky tyler black

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

name: dia
age: sixteen
roleplaying experience: four years
roleplaying sample:

Cecilia was one to be a creeper, she was never one of those girls that followed boys around trying to get their attention. She normally didn’t even get mad when boys wouldn’t call her back, or text her. But Nico knew how to make a girl nervous. She hadn’t heard from in a few days and it had driven her crazy. Her texts had gone unanswered and he was a no-show at her merch table, where he would always bring her lunch or something. Cecilia knew he wasn’t dead since someone from his band probably would have mentioned his absence. So that either meant he was coked out of his mind and stuck in the bus, or he was insanely busy. Cecilia either way wanted to go check up on him, since going three days without hearing from Nico just made her feel unbalanced.

Cecilia didn’t spend too much time getting ready, she had just gotten back from her shift at the table and was still in her work get up. Today she had worn a rather vintage looking black lacey dress with teal chucks. Her dress had several rips in it, since she did buy it for a dollar at a thrift store. It was hot today, and Cecilia had been feeling like dressing up this morning. Now, however, after spending all day in the hot sun her hair had pretty much lost all the teasing from this morning and was now laying flat pressed against her head. Cecilia sighed and stared at herself in the mirror before leaving. Her eye makeup was smudgy at this point and some dirt smeared on her shoulder, probably from bumping into something at some point today. To sum it up, she was looking like a hot mess.

Not that she could care less to be honest, she was going over to Nico’s bus, not the red carpet. She bounced off of her bus back into the heat, skipping past the rows and rows of buses most of which were empty at the moment. Cecilia rarely went to Nico’s, she made him come over to her bus. Cecilia had the risk of running into Haylee over there and that normally ended with Nico dragged Cecilia out screaming. But she was going to hope that she was out playing a show, or fucking some guy or something along those lines. After reaching Nico’s bus Cecilia peered in the window looking for Haylee. After not seeing her anywhere she was going to just waltz in but the door was locked. Cecilia pulled on it all her child-like strength for a bit. She then slammed her fist into the door a few times “Nico?! Are you dead?” She yelled pretty loudly so she knew he would wake up if he was sleeping. She kept banging on the door long after she had yelled.

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

full name: lucas tyler black
nickname: lucky
age: twenty five
band, position: Go. No. Stop. Vocals
sexual orientation: bi
hometown: Chicago.

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

how did you get here:
There isn't much to say about my past honestly. I was born for a single mother in Chicago. And you know what they say about boys with a single mom? Its like we are already married. My mother is the most important person in my life. She raised me as best she could, in a small one bedroom apartment. My dad had been a local rock god who split the second her belly got big. My mom always tried to raise me with respect and consideration for others, she failed.

See, my mom was a bartender at a rock venue, thats how she became so close with so many bands. She could afford a babysitter so that's where I spent alot of my childhood. I looked up to musicians since I had the ability to look up. We couldn't afford a guitar, or music lessons, so My mom always told me to sing. When I was around twelve I started to sign to any vocalist who would listen, I got advice and tips and got better. Screaming was kind of a natural talent, something I didn't have to work for. Mom says music was in my blood. I was alot like my dad apparently.

When I was fourteen I lose my virginity to a twenty six year old in the bathroom of my mom's job. I didn't know her name, but I knew what my life was going to be centered around after that. Sex is easy to me, and I can get it as easy as breathing. I've done pretty much everything you can think of, and I'm pretty good at it all. I started playing in bands around sixteen, and got with Go. No. Stop. when I was eighteen. I love to tour and see the world. I guess my past is pretty easy, no real trauma or disaster.

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

likes: sex, girls, boys, music, old westerns, tattoos, piercings, metal, screaming, scratching, screamers, drugs, booze, texting, preforming.
dislikes: religion, sports, accents, prudes, make up, new movies, rap