Post by The Overseer on Dec 9, 2004 8:32:22 GMT -5
Name: Trevor
Alias(es): Trevor Gucini
Celebrity Used: Mark Tremonti
D.O.B.: March 19th, 1879
D.O.T.: March 19th, 1904
Age: 125
Concept: World Famous Musician
Level: Master level 1
Height: 6'3
Weight: 191
Eyes: Midnight/Midnight Blue
Hair: Apache Tear Black
Race: Native American Dominant
Nationality: American
Languages: English, Creole, Lakhota (Native American Dialect), French, Italian, a little German,
some Greek and some Japanese.
Locations: The Bull Ring
Vehicle(s): 2005 Lotus GT, 1966 Pontiac GTO Fully Restored, Various others
Fighting Style(s): Undisclosed
Roleplaying Style(s): Descriptive, Turn-Based, Fast Descriptive and Responsive.
Martial Status: Single
Favorite Place(s): New Orleans
Favorite Music Style(s): Intense
Original Master: Sotanos
Special Abilities:
Beast Summoning: Tigers
Cadence
Naviation
Servant's Markings
Gifts:
Taste of Lust
The Beautiful Kiss
History:
Here we go, the basics about me, it all started in New Orleans, 1879. It was August, and I was on the way, oh what a bundle of joy I would turn out to be. Mom said labor lasted about four days, but by the certificate, it was seven hours, give or take. Anyway, there I was, black hair, long fingers, as even then it would show as to what I would become. Keeping pace here, so I did the normal kid stuff, played doctor, rode bikes, mouthed off, wait a minute, have I grown up? Alright, alright, so fifth grade was the pinnacle to this story, where the true beginning was. Many therapists and principals later, mom decided to put me in a music class. Well two of them to be exact, orchestra and choir. I can remember the first week of both like yesterday, and no, I did not start playing Chopin the moment I touched the cello, but soon there after I did. And as for vocal, well my voice was soon to start changing, you know, the whole nuts-dropping, hairy stage. Well I stuck with that all the way through junior high and high school, even had a nice scholarship, but that wasn't my gig. The first band I was in was called Retaliation, and we were damn decent. Even won the local battles a few times, but we were just punks running around like some Bryan Adams song, lame as hell. So I packed up the '66 GTO and headed east, going to check out Atlanta's music schene, and find out where I fit.
Oh now that was an experience, checked out the classifieds, got me a gig playing guitar in some dive near Decateur, but that's ancient history, onto the juicey stuff. ---Editted for Vulgar Content---, and she couldn't touch her left shoulder after that. Well after finding my success in Atlanta I took the trip over to LA, where if you have followed my glorious career so far, you'll know I signed with Epic. First CD went to number 4 on the U.K. charts, so off to Europe I went, 21 years old, and a walking hard-on. European chics are pretty cool, but damn, I think they need our FDA, or just floss. So touring through the pubs and all was good, money was coming in to top my whopping $20,000 contract, which I blew on ---Editted for Vulgar Content---, cause I didn't think that customs would tell me I couldn't have a midget for a pet. Well there I was, back in the states, and damn I'm tired of listening to me, but inquiring minds want to know and all that. The very first night I was back in LA I came across this gas station that was supposed to be the safest. Boy was that a lie, I just wanted some Cheetos and Miller. On the floor there was Dave Winestedt, or for those that don't know, the Senior VP at Arista. It seemed that Davey boy there was at the gas station for some whipped cream, crisco ---Editted for Sexual Content--- for I don't even want to know what he was using that for, but long story short Dave was having an affair, and didn't want to be seen there, so out the backdoor I snuck him.
Being so thrilled with what I did, Dave there insisted I bring in my LP by the office bright and early Monday afternoon. The meeting was a blast for them, cause I told them to ---Editting for Vulgar Content---, the fat guy to the right was even thankful I told him to stick ---Editted for Vulgar Content--- then that large ---Editted for Vulgar Content---, in four other languages. To my surprise they started advertising me like the new hooker on the corner. Billboards, magazines, even did Letterman, it was fast, I mean that whole overnight thing, oh it happened for me. Pushed against a wall now cause they wanted something new from me, Epic selling me off like a bad piece of meat to Arista put me under contract for twelve tracks, fourteen and I got a bonus. So I just moved my bed into the studio, literally, but hey, it was only a full sized mattress. Well I gave them fifteen tracks, I'm sure you've heard of it, Nothingness. You had to have, considering it debuted at number 7 on the Albums chart, then climbed all the way to... number one. But the explosion wasn't all that big, well, minus me headlining places. Everybody and their grandma was my friend now, long lost relatives, you name it. And the free things I was given, I felt like some Arabic oil tycoon or something, I went from some poor little Italian kid from New Orleans, to a stadium-filling rockstar, damn life is good, not to mention the Grammy I won last year, I had a buddy put fuzzy felt over it and it hangs on the mirror of my Lotus, life is definately good, but hey, see you at the show. But they all say the show must go on, even with the loss of my grandmother. She passed away on November 12th, 2003 on the Rosebud Reservation for the Lakhota Indians in Southwestern South Dakota. She was my strength, as she was known as 'Caring Bull'. She had her own form of sign language with having deaf siblings, so when I was just a child she taught me her sign, for when I wanted her. So anytime I was scared I would just show people the sign of the bull: . Alot of people mistake that for something else, but to me it helps me find my way, for whenever I get scared, or lost on stage I just look to the wind and call for her, then I feel her spirit still with me, surrounding me to make me whole once more, for I still have my Caring Bull.
Oh, right now I have to tell you why I'm still here after a hundred and twenty-five years... simple. While touring around here and there, I ran into Sotanos... weird pompus guy from Greece or something like that. But he really doesn't look like John Travolta... actually, ya know, in the right lighting, he... nevermind, so this inserts back before the scholarships and schooling. France, 1904, yes, 100 years ago I was just out to enjoy myself... staying away from small pox and the plague, or for you youngins... it's like AIDS and Anthrax. So I was up in the pub when this guy comes up to me, talkin about how he owns a city over in America.. Arkansas City or something like that, then I just gave him the thumb then the turn. Ooo, Tannie-boy did not like that one bit... and yeah, that's what happened, got bit, explained out everything, which was kind of cool, live forever, or an impossibly long time, give up the sun and food... I was on that like a drunken virgin. So I hung around with him for a century, learning, gro... well learning. Getting intouch with the ever-changing instruments of the modern times, busted out the electric guitar, wrote a bunch of songs and boom... here I am, world famous, and the cat was let out of the bag about me being a Vamper... funny, that alone got me twice as many fans... oh how I love my Vampie freaks... you guys Rock!
Moving along here, so now we're up to 1979, yeah, yeah, I'm jumping around like a flea on steroids, sue me. So I toured the world again, this time as well... me, the all powerful Vamp, wait, wait, I can do something all Vampic... ehem... Look into my thighs... bleh... welcome... to my schlo[*BEEP*], yeah, something like that, whatever. Now of all the world I traveled... I had to go back to New Orleans. Got myself a damn nice house there, everything in place, I was just kicking back, and enjoying the life down there. Then I met her... wooo, let me just tell you one thing, this girl gave a whole new meaning to fine over just good hot f[*BEEP*] god damn. I mean right there I just wanted to jump her, sink fangs in and go to town for like three... maybe four night straight. But alot has changed in New Orleans, so I tried the nice guy approach, you know, being all... nasty little b[*BEEP*] nancy boy with sweet nothings into her ear, flirt try it that way... hell Sotanos did teach me a bit here and there about this. So there we were, and who knew, I am good at the whole just talking and finess... call the papers, hide your daughters. Trista agreed to come back to the Ring... hook, ling and sinker. But she did tease, boy I wanted to just grab her by the back of the hair, nice handful then---Editted for Vulgar Content--- make her eyes pop out by being bent over the airplane wing. To make a long story short yeah, I got that sh[*BEEP*] like the hamburglar. But, she still does not know I'm a Vamp... yeah, I am that damn good, and to boot she's slept next to me, she's not dumb, oh hell no, in fact she's a writer... go figure, I would be... naaahhh, I knew I was that good, and am I wrong? F[*BEEP*] no, she had me beggin for more... and I gave it to her. So who knows what will come of it, it's been a few months. Anyway, so here I am, back in KC with hearing the Council stepped away from the territory, so no more rules, oh I am lovin that... so this, is my new home... let's hope they're ready for me.
Alias(es): Trevor Gucini
Celebrity Used: Mark Tremonti
D.O.B.: March 19th, 1879
D.O.T.: March 19th, 1904
Age: 125
Concept: World Famous Musician
Level: Master level 1
Height: 6'3
Weight: 191
Eyes: Midnight/Midnight Blue
Hair: Apache Tear Black
Race: Native American Dominant
Nationality: American
Languages: English, Creole, Lakhota (Native American Dialect), French, Italian, a little German,
some Greek and some Japanese.
Locations: The Bull Ring
Vehicle(s): 2005 Lotus GT, 1966 Pontiac GTO Fully Restored, Various others
Fighting Style(s): Undisclosed
Roleplaying Style(s): Descriptive, Turn-Based, Fast Descriptive and Responsive.
Martial Status: Single
Favorite Place(s): New Orleans
Favorite Music Style(s): Intense
Original Master: Sotanos
Special Abilities:
Beast Summoning: Tigers
Cadence
Naviation
Servant's Markings
Gifts:
Taste of Lust
The Beautiful Kiss
History:
Here we go, the basics about me, it all started in New Orleans, 1879. It was August, and I was on the way, oh what a bundle of joy I would turn out to be. Mom said labor lasted about four days, but by the certificate, it was seven hours, give or take. Anyway, there I was, black hair, long fingers, as even then it would show as to what I would become. Keeping pace here, so I did the normal kid stuff, played doctor, rode bikes, mouthed off, wait a minute, have I grown up? Alright, alright, so fifth grade was the pinnacle to this story, where the true beginning was. Many therapists and principals later, mom decided to put me in a music class. Well two of them to be exact, orchestra and choir. I can remember the first week of both like yesterday, and no, I did not start playing Chopin the moment I touched the cello, but soon there after I did. And as for vocal, well my voice was soon to start changing, you know, the whole nuts-dropping, hairy stage. Well I stuck with that all the way through junior high and high school, even had a nice scholarship, but that wasn't my gig. The first band I was in was called Retaliation, and we were damn decent. Even won the local battles a few times, but we were just punks running around like some Bryan Adams song, lame as hell. So I packed up the '66 GTO and headed east, going to check out Atlanta's music schene, and find out where I fit.
Oh now that was an experience, checked out the classifieds, got me a gig playing guitar in some dive near Decateur, but that's ancient history, onto the juicey stuff. ---Editted for Vulgar Content---, and she couldn't touch her left shoulder after that. Well after finding my success in Atlanta I took the trip over to LA, where if you have followed my glorious career so far, you'll know I signed with Epic. First CD went to number 4 on the U.K. charts, so off to Europe I went, 21 years old, and a walking hard-on. European chics are pretty cool, but damn, I think they need our FDA, or just floss. So touring through the pubs and all was good, money was coming in to top my whopping $20,000 contract, which I blew on ---Editted for Vulgar Content---, cause I didn't think that customs would tell me I couldn't have a midget for a pet. Well there I was, back in the states, and damn I'm tired of listening to me, but inquiring minds want to know and all that. The very first night I was back in LA I came across this gas station that was supposed to be the safest. Boy was that a lie, I just wanted some Cheetos and Miller. On the floor there was Dave Winestedt, or for those that don't know, the Senior VP at Arista. It seemed that Davey boy there was at the gas station for some whipped cream, crisco ---Editted for Sexual Content--- for I don't even want to know what he was using that for, but long story short Dave was having an affair, and didn't want to be seen there, so out the backdoor I snuck him.
Being so thrilled with what I did, Dave there insisted I bring in my LP by the office bright and early Monday afternoon. The meeting was a blast for them, cause I told them to ---Editting for Vulgar Content---, the fat guy to the right was even thankful I told him to stick ---Editted for Vulgar Content--- then that large ---Editted for Vulgar Content---, in four other languages. To my surprise they started advertising me like the new hooker on the corner. Billboards, magazines, even did Letterman, it was fast, I mean that whole overnight thing, oh it happened for me. Pushed against a wall now cause they wanted something new from me, Epic selling me off like a bad piece of meat to Arista put me under contract for twelve tracks, fourteen and I got a bonus. So I just moved my bed into the studio, literally, but hey, it was only a full sized mattress. Well I gave them fifteen tracks, I'm sure you've heard of it, Nothingness. You had to have, considering it debuted at number 7 on the Albums chart, then climbed all the way to... number one. But the explosion wasn't all that big, well, minus me headlining places. Everybody and their grandma was my friend now, long lost relatives, you name it. And the free things I was given, I felt like some Arabic oil tycoon or something, I went from some poor little Italian kid from New Orleans, to a stadium-filling rockstar, damn life is good, not to mention the Grammy I won last year, I had a buddy put fuzzy felt over it and it hangs on the mirror of my Lotus, life is definately good, but hey, see you at the show. But they all say the show must go on, even with the loss of my grandmother. She passed away on November 12th, 2003 on the Rosebud Reservation for the Lakhota Indians in Southwestern South Dakota. She was my strength, as she was known as 'Caring Bull'. She had her own form of sign language with having deaf siblings, so when I was just a child she taught me her sign, for when I wanted her. So anytime I was scared I would just show people the sign of the bull: . Alot of people mistake that for something else, but to me it helps me find my way, for whenever I get scared, or lost on stage I just look to the wind and call for her, then I feel her spirit still with me, surrounding me to make me whole once more, for I still have my Caring Bull.
Oh, right now I have to tell you why I'm still here after a hundred and twenty-five years... simple. While touring around here and there, I ran into Sotanos... weird pompus guy from Greece or something like that. But he really doesn't look like John Travolta... actually, ya know, in the right lighting, he... nevermind, so this inserts back before the scholarships and schooling. France, 1904, yes, 100 years ago I was just out to enjoy myself... staying away from small pox and the plague, or for you youngins... it's like AIDS and Anthrax. So I was up in the pub when this guy comes up to me, talkin about how he owns a city over in America.. Arkansas City or something like that, then I just gave him the thumb then the turn. Ooo, Tannie-boy did not like that one bit... and yeah, that's what happened, got bit, explained out everything, which was kind of cool, live forever, or an impossibly long time, give up the sun and food... I was on that like a drunken virgin. So I hung around with him for a century, learning, gro... well learning. Getting intouch with the ever-changing instruments of the modern times, busted out the electric guitar, wrote a bunch of songs and boom... here I am, world famous, and the cat was let out of the bag about me being a Vamper... funny, that alone got me twice as many fans... oh how I love my Vampie freaks... you guys Rock!
Moving along here, so now we're up to 1979, yeah, yeah, I'm jumping around like a flea on steroids, sue me. So I toured the world again, this time as well... me, the all powerful Vamp, wait, wait, I can do something all Vampic... ehem... Look into my thighs... bleh... welcome... to my schlo[*BEEP*], yeah, something like that, whatever. Now of all the world I traveled... I had to go back to New Orleans. Got myself a damn nice house there, everything in place, I was just kicking back, and enjoying the life down there. Then I met her... wooo, let me just tell you one thing, this girl gave a whole new meaning to fine over just good hot f[*BEEP*] god damn. I mean right there I just wanted to jump her, sink fangs in and go to town for like three... maybe four night straight. But alot has changed in New Orleans, so I tried the nice guy approach, you know, being all... nasty little b[*BEEP*] nancy boy with sweet nothings into her ear, flirt try it that way... hell Sotanos did teach me a bit here and there about this. So there we were, and who knew, I am good at the whole just talking and finess... call the papers, hide your daughters. Trista agreed to come back to the Ring... hook, ling and sinker. But she did tease, boy I wanted to just grab her by the back of the hair, nice handful then---Editted for Vulgar Content--- make her eyes pop out by being bent over the airplane wing. To make a long story short yeah, I got that sh[*BEEP*] like the hamburglar. But, she still does not know I'm a Vamp... yeah, I am that damn good, and to boot she's slept next to me, she's not dumb, oh hell no, in fact she's a writer... go figure, I would be... naaahhh, I knew I was that good, and am I wrong? F[*BEEP*] no, she had me beggin for more... and I gave it to her. So who knows what will come of it, it's been a few months. Anyway, so here I am, back in KC with hearing the Council stepped away from the territory, so no more rules, oh I am lovin that... so this, is my new home... let's hope they're ready for me.
