TIMES, Ian Matthew

[Ian Times]

THIS LIFE HASN'T TURNED OUT
QUITE THE WAY I WANT IT TO BE

^{» Your Alias; Thav
» Age: I am eternal!
» Years Role playing: whew...alot.
» Random Fact about yourself: I'm SUPERMAN!!! -whoooooshhh-}

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I WANT A BRAND NEW HOUSE
ON AN EPISODE OF CRIBS

<sup>» First Name; Ian
» Middle Name: Matthew
» Last Name: Times
» Nickname (s): Muffin, but only to certain people.

»Age: 19
»Gender: Male
»Sexual Orientation: No-one is really sure, there is alot of speculation though.</sup>

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I WANT A NEW TOUR BUS
FULL OF OLD GUITARS

<sup>» Face Claim: Brendon Urie

» Height: 6"0
» Weight: Around 145lbs

» Natural hair Color: Dark Brown
» Current hair Color: Dark Brown
» Eye Color: Light Brown

» Birthmarks: A muffin shaped one on his left hip, hence his nickname
» Scars: One on his ribs, where he fell into a fence as a child.
» Distinguishing Features: Has a goofy smile

» Tattoos: Piano keys on his left forearm
» Piercings: None</sup>

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MY OWN STAR
ON HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD

» Likes:

• Parties
  
• Performing
  
• Messing with people
  
• Dogs
  
• Miniature Ponies
  
• Circus Music
  
• Cake
  
• Alcohol
  
• Tasteful Comedy
  
• Rainy Days
  
• Playing Pranks
  

» Dislikes:

• Papparazzi
  
• Rabid Fangirls
  
• Rumors
  
• When the pyro guy f*cks up
  
• Birds
  
• Broken strings
  
• Plagorisers
  
• Myspace whores
  
• Tweemos (tween emo-kids)
  
• Parents who let kids under 15 go to Punk gigs.

» Bad Habits: Licking papparazzi cameras
» Random Habits: He bites when he's annoyed.

» Secrets: Secretly tips off the papparazzi to send them on wild goose chases.
» Random Fact: Is extremely flamboyant

» Favorite Smells: Sandalwood, Pine Needles, Mens deodorant.
» Favorite Movies: Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen, Cheesy horror movies.
» Favorite Foods: Pasta, Chocolate Ice Cream, Chinese food
» Favorite Words: Kinky, Whoooooosh!, LOL, Pie
» Favorite Colors: Purple, Black, Blue, Red

» Hobbies: Gardening, Fishing, Swimming

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I'M GONNA TRADE THIS LIFE
FOR FORTUNE AND FAME

<sup>» Parents: Dale Times (father, surgeon)
Melissa Times (mother, florist)
» Siblings: Sarah Times (twin sister, deceased)

» Good Memory: His first gig
» Bad Memory: When Sarah died of leukemia.
» Random Memory: Being chased up a tree by his neighbours dog

» History:

Ian is of Irish descent, even though he was born in Las Vegas, Nevada. He and his twin sister were extremely close as kids, and spent all of their time together. They were home schooled, so they really only had each other to play with. When they were 7 years old, Sarah began to have health problems. She was diagnosed with Leukemia, and three months later was admitted to hospital. Ian spent most of his time in the hospital with her, trying to cheer her up by singing, playing harmonica and reading her stories.

A year after she was diagnosed, Sarah died. Ian took it extremely hard, and made the choice to start public school rather than stay at home alone. He started singing more, and began performing in school plays and such. He started playing Bass when he was 13, and had a natural talent for it.
He met Nuroki Hale in his second year of Middle School, and they became fast friends. They were basically brothers. Ian finally got over Sarahs death, and his personality changed after becoming friends with Nuroki. He became more unpredictable, flamboyant and out-there.

In freshman year of high school, Ian and Nuroki met some more people that shared their passion for music and formed HeavenS3NT. After awhile of jamming out together, Nuroki wrote their first ever lyrics, and it became their first demo song.

They played at Homecoming, and were extremely well-received. After they got signed, their original lead guitarist Josh left the band, forcing them to find a replacement. Ian, luckily, knew a guy that was in another band that had recently broken up, and abducted him to be their new guitarist, and it all worked out splendidly.</sup>

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I'D EVEN CUT MY HAIR
AND CHANGE MY NAME

» Stage Name: Ian Inordinate, or if you can't pronounce it, call him Mister Wonderful
» Reason for Fame: Bassist/Backup Vocalist in the Punk band HeavenS3NT

» How'd you get discovered: They were playing at their High School Homecoming, and someone video-taped it. Soon enough it was on Youtube with really good feedback, So they put up a Myspace and posted their music, aswell as started touring around Nevada. A major label rep heard their myspace demos and they got signed.

» Rumors:

• Gay rumors
  
• He is an underground scientologist
  
• He is adopted

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HEY, HEY
I WANNA BE A ROCKSTAR

» Sample Post: (taken from a different rpg)

The loud growling of a pending storm echoed over the town. The clouds were an angry grey and had massed up in a gigantic bank off shore. It wasn't a hurricane, but the sky seemed angry. Indeed, alot of Clearwater residents were angry these days. Perhaps it was the threat of the storm, or they really had nothing better to do with their time.
It was a school day, yes, but just because it was a school day, it didn't mean Ashen was going to be there.

The anger that had wafted over the town was suffocating, and it had made it into the school. Everyone was stressed about something, and the atmosphere was particularly hostile. More hostile than Daisuke in a bad mood. And Ashen was not one to deal with hostility and stress well. School was already a strain on his nerves without the added stress of random family squabbles, or cat fights over who was going to Homecoming with who, even though it was weeks away. Not to mention that today was the anniversary of one Innathaniel Daniels' suicide.

Ashen hadn't actually told anyone why he'd moved to Clearwater, not even his closest friends. He'd just shrugged off the questions or changed the subject. It was an extremely depressing memory, and it was the cause of all of Ashen's social anxiety problems aswell as his depression.

He had thought he'd be over it by now, but the anniversary of that traumatic day had brought the pain back to the surface, and Ashen couldn't have faced school in the state that he was in currently. So he made for the beach. Even though a storm was rolling in, Ashen found the beach more peaceful than staying at home.

He sat on a bench, mostly because he didn't want sand in his black jeans, one knee drawn up to his chest and his chin resting on it. A cigarette hung loosely from his lips as he stared blankly out over the water. One would think he was a statue, but a heavy sigh disturbed the immobility he had sunk into. He put his knee down, and pulled the headphones offof his ears. Taking a drag from his cigarette he glanced at his left arm. He tapped the ashes off on his boot and snubbed the cigarette out on the bench, flicking the butt expertly into a nearby bin.

He chewed on his lip ring and pulled the arm-bands off of his left wrist, exposing the pale flesh underneath them. He surveyed the healing cuts that criss-crossed over the one vertical scar that lead about three inches down his wrist. Ashen was a cutter, and had tried to kill himself about a month after Inna had, but he'd survived, barely. He wasn't about to do that again, but he still felt the need to cut, to remind himself that pain was still real.

He fished a razor-blade out of his pocket and fingered the edge to determine the sharpness. It sliced a thin line on his thumb, indictaing it was indeed sharp. Ashen glanced around him quickly. There was no one around, thank god. He breathed in sharply as he pressed the blade to the flesh on his left wrist, slicing through some already healed scars, causing a red line of blood to follow the course of the blade. He sighed softly, and watched the blood drip off of his arm and begin to dry with a sort of morbid interest.

» Anything Else?: Not that I can think of.

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[Riley [W a l k e r]]

Accepted. =D