Post by erica on Apr 25, 2010 22:16:26 GMT -5
SEBASTIAN ULYSSES ABERCROMBIE
||TWENTY-ONE||BASSIST FOR AMERICA UNDERWATER||TAMPA, FLORIDA||STRAIGHT||JARED FOLLOWILL||
My Name? It’s Sebastian Ulysses Abercrombie. I hate my name. It’s too formal for my personality I think, so most people call me Seb. I was born on the seventeenth of February, making me, drum roll please….twenty-one. Let’s not even try to lie, I'm the best looking person on this tour and everybody knows it, just kidding haha. I think my eyes, are the best part of me, they're big and brown, and down right awesome. Anyways I stand at about 5 foot 9 inches, and weigh close to 152 pounds. I wasn’t always this smexy beast that stands before you, for a good part of my childhood I was a very awkward looking kid, but when I reached my 3rd year. I had grown into my body. I like to dress nice you know. I take a lot of pride in my appearance, and always dress to impress. I typically wears polo’s and jeans, or button down shirts and jeans. I do like suspenders, and sunglasses, and of course no outfit is complete without a pair of flip flops.
I love to have fun, and from what I’m told I’m an all around nice dude. I love a good laugh and definitely not afraid to laugh at someone for being stupid. I’m a definitely a go getter, and will never shy away from a challenge. When I see something I want, nothing will stop me from getting it. I got a lot of confidence and an extremely large amount of trust in my fellow human beings. I also know who I am, and totally not willing to change for anyone. So...uh yea, I started playing guitar when I was 9 as a way to let out my frustrations with life, and who knew I would grow to love it. Then roughly about 2 years after that I picked up a bass, and never looked back. I mean I still play guitar when the mood calls for it, but I like bass better. I like the deep soul sucking sound of it, and well after that music sort of became my life.
Here’s a fun fact, my favorite color is purple, I know not the most masculine color in the world, but I love it. I remember the day it become my favorite. I was in the 3rd grade, and I saw this purple crayola marker. And I thought to myself wow that’s and amazing color. And I drew this amazing picture with it. I think my mama still has it in somewhere in the house.”
I’m the second youngest of 7 kids, and we live Tampa Florida. I have 4 sisters, Harley, Morgan, Cayden, and Dylan as well as 2 brothers, Cameron, and Aiden. Cayden and Aiden are twins if you can’t tell by the names. There are days when I hate coming from a large family. Actually most days I hate coming from a big family. I’m always getting over looked, and not always being heard, and me being the second youngest doesn’t help either. My siblings and I are the result of the hippie counter culture and while it made for an interesting childhood I can’t say that I would prefer to live it twice.
I was a young 18 year old when I met the boys of America Underwater. You see, after high school I moved out of my parents house and went to college, and while there she noticed an ad for a band looking for members. Never one to miss an opportunity I auditioned and made it. I love those boys, as much as i love my own family. I'd do anything for them, and they know it it.
Well hello there, I'm Erica and I've been roleplaying for 3 years. This site seems pretty cool so I chose to play none. And well I really do love my admin's on this site, so I'm going to show them how awesome I am by giving them an RP Sample.
Willow might have believed his second apology more if he hadn’t still been laughing while he was saying it. She decided not to focus on that fact but to focus on the fact that there was a cold scoop of ice-creams making its way down her shirt. She was fuming. She looked up from her ruined shirt, when he said her name, confirming the fact that he was on tour with them. She just wished she could remember his name. She would’ve felt bad about that small fact IF there hadn’t been something cold and slimy sliding down her shirt. She resisted the urge to pull away as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the bathroom.
"Whoa! Dude! What the hell are you doing?!!!” she questioned, as he took off his shirt. She covered her eyes out of fear what else he might take off. She really was an innocent person at heart. She felt him shove his shirt into her arms. Her anger towards cooled down a little with his offer. It was quite sweet of him actually, but she was still pissed at him; that was a pretty awesome shirt he had ruined. She really needed to stop harping on that, but for some reason she couldn’t. She sighed. Willow rolled her eyes as he checked himself out in the mirror, and let out a small giggle when he called himself sexy.
Jayden! That was his name. She knew it was something along those lines. He left the restroom, leaving her alone with his shirt. She felt kind of bad that he had to walk around shirtless, ‘especially with all those psychotic fans walking around LA. She shrugged off that guilt thinking that karma was getting him back for the whole ice cream fiasco. ‘I really need to get over that,’ she thought. Pulling off her shirt, and pulling on his, she decided that she was going to apologized for freaking out, and that she had in all actuality blown the situation out of proportion. That was until she left the bathroom, and received weird looks from the manager, and the cashier chick. She knew what they were thinking, and Jayden was SO dead.
Willow walked out of the Ben and Jerry’s with the full intent of finding Jayden, and dismembering him, feeding each and everybody part she ripped off to him. She could be quite sadistic when she wanted to be. She didn’t expect him to be right there when she walked out. She turned and faced him, glaring daggers at him as she did so, and in a calm voice, she said “You have five seconds to run before I kill you. One.” She held up one finger, “Two.”She held up another finger. “Three, Four, Five! Run!” She lunged at him.
"Whoa! Dude! What the hell are you doing?!!!” she questioned, as he took off his shirt. She covered her eyes out of fear what else he might take off. She really was an innocent person at heart. She felt him shove his shirt into her arms. Her anger towards cooled down a little with his offer. It was quite sweet of him actually, but she was still pissed at him; that was a pretty awesome shirt he had ruined. She really needed to stop harping on that, but for some reason she couldn’t. She sighed. Willow rolled her eyes as he checked himself out in the mirror, and let out a small giggle when he called himself sexy.
Jayden! That was his name. She knew it was something along those lines. He left the restroom, leaving her alone with his shirt. She felt kind of bad that he had to walk around shirtless, ‘especially with all those psychotic fans walking around LA. She shrugged off that guilt thinking that karma was getting him back for the whole ice cream fiasco. ‘I really need to get over that,’ she thought. Pulling off her shirt, and pulling on his, she decided that she was going to apologized for freaking out, and that she had in all actuality blown the situation out of proportion. That was until she left the bathroom, and received weird looks from the manager, and the cashier chick. She knew what they were thinking, and Jayden was SO dead.
Willow walked out of the Ben and Jerry’s with the full intent of finding Jayden, and dismembering him, feeding each and everybody part she ripped off to him. She could be quite sadistic when she wanted to be. She didn’t expect him to be right there when she walked out. She turned and faced him, glaring daggers at him as she did so, and in a calm voice, she said “You have five seconds to run before I kill you. One.” She held up one finger, “Two.”She held up another finger. “Three, Four, Five! Run!” She lunged at him.