ROWLAND, lucas karl

[LUCAS KARL ROWLAND,]

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ROWLAND, lucas k a r l

ashley purdy – lucas karl rowland

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

name: flea/jazzy
age: 15
roleplaying experience: 6 or 7 years
roleplaying sample:

It wasn't a surprise he was awake this late, or rather even early. Black cloaked the twenty-one year old, like usual. He was almost hidden in the coffee shop, the only light emitting from him being his ipod. The light bounced off his pale skin, showing a slight smirk on his lips. Most people would find the smirk out of place, even intimidating. For Xander? It was completely normal. He loved intimidating people, scaring people. He placed his feet up on the table he was sitting at. This was really living the dream. Leaning back, he let the music that was blasting in his ears wrap around him like a blanket.

Ever so often, his past, which he always tried to push away, flowed into his mind, making him shrink down in fear. Who would think a tall, lanky kid dressed in black would be afraid of his past? It pulled him down for a moment, made him feel like he was drowning. He gasped softly, eyes opening as he tried to shake his past off his back. And right as his eyes opened, he saw a girl who was just oh so familiar.

Chelsea Hope-Artemis Lee. His teeth clenched together, pulling his leather jacket closer around him. It might have been June in New York- but he was willing to wear the same black things that he almost always wore. It was rare to see him without his makeup and black clothes. Slowly, he got up, pulling his coffee- surprisingly and ironically black- taking a sip. His teeth ground together, and his arms wrapped around himself, pulling his jacket even closer. Chelsea had said somethings to him that had cut him deep. Although, he probably deserved every one of them. He was always a dick to people lately, but he really didn't mind.

Sighing, he walked over to Chelsea, crossing his arms. “Does someone like you really need freakin' coffee in the morning?” His eyebrow raised as his fingers brushed through his hair, fixing it to what he liked it to be. “Or is that why you're so fucked up sometimes?” A sly smile slid onto his face after he spoke. Perfect.

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

full name: lucas karl rowland
nickname: luke
age: 21
band, position: Go. No. Stop!, guitarist
sexual orientation: bisexual
hometown: Queens, NY.

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

how did you get here: Jesus christ, how did I get here. Lets see... I was born in Queens in February on the 24th, and my dad really wasn't looking forward to the whole thing. He thought I was a waste of a mistake. They were married, but I was the product of them not using a condom. Oh well. I always got abused by him. Verbally, but it still hurt. It eventually just became routine. My mom loved me dearly, and how she hated to see me hurting, but she loved my dad deeply. She was head over heels. Apparently, he wasn't.

My memory of my ninth birthday was so vivid. I remember waking up to my dad and mom screaming at each other, and I watched them from the stairs. They were screaming profanities someone my age shouldn't have heard, and then he gave a loud shout of goodbye, walked over to a suit case I just noticed, and walked out on my mother and I. My favorite uncle who had came to celebrate sat there comforting her. He decided to go out with me to go get my birthday present, which ended up being a guitar. That, comes in later.

Simply because when we walked in, there was an erie silence to the house that didn't feel right. After searching every inch of the house, we were led to the bathroom, and opening that maple door killed me. My mother had slowly stripped herself, slit up and down her wrists, and simply took a bath. She bled out and passed out. I could see at the end she tried to stop. Blood was on the tile walls of the tub, showing her attempt. I was eternally scared for life.

My uncle eventually brought me up to Buffalo, New York to live with him since my dad was no where to be found, and I lived my life there. That guitar came in handy. I sat there and went through a pretty depressed phase. I was covered in black. My hair was dyed, my clothes were pure night, and I wore makeup. I was harassed for it. So, the summer before freshman year, I changed. My hair was back to its natural color, and I was now the sporty type. Made it through school, in love with two girls. A girl named Aeryn, and Glass Rhino’s own Chelsea Lee. And of course, now she's engaged. I followed her to the tour, becoming a merch kid for Baby Circus for a while, thinking maybe I could use my skills as a guitarist to get in a band. Never really worked out.

Aeryn ended up on the tour as well, and I fell for her again. To make it less awkward between Chelsea and I, Aer and I moved to southern Cali. Worst mistake of my life. A week later, she got into a car accident. Died on impact. I swear, I was left heart broken. I sat in my apartment for a week, not doing anything. Then, I relapsed. I became the same creepy kid from middle school. Black reappeared on me, my hair became even longer and jet black, and makeup was reapplied. Even new tattoos.

I got serious with guitars and bands, though, and joined one or two, then found out a band on the tour I used to be on had an open spot. I quickly took it, and well, really am not looking forward to see all the friends and enemies I made. Especially the darling Payne's.

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

likes: cigarettes, sex, dark rooms, closed spaces, rain, thunder, coffee, guitar
dislikes: children, “love”, death, aging, Carver, water, blood, hangovers