HARRIS, preston grey

[preston grey harris]

PRESTON GREY HARRIS

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NAME preston grey harris (grey, press)
AGE twenty
GENDER male
SEXUALITY straight
ON TOUR WITH riot in me
AS THEIR bassist & back up vocals
PLAYED BY ash stymest

LIKES practically any and all kinds of music, guitars, bass guitars, reading, animals, spicy food, heights, boxing, drugs, alcohol, tattoos, guns, accordians, cars, night, solitude, being on stage, night life, cigarette, old nintendo games, money, reading advise columns for fun, his voice, wittiness, coffee, junk food, woods, climbing trees, rainy days, thunder, sleeping, gets kicks out of messing with people
DISLIKES texting, talking on the phone, guitar hero/rock band, beaches, winter, snow, the color yellow, fakes, lies, disloyalty, bitches, dicks, bad movies, bees, hang overs, detoxing/withdrawals, not having any way to put out his pent up energy, people 'figuring' him out, snobs, being bothered, laziness, being controlled, sluts, drunk sluts
FEARS hospitals, being sick, failing, his anger screwing him over, car wrecks, being abusive
STRENGTHS keeping his cool, holding secrets, playing bass, loyal, smart, protective
WEAKNESSES little patience, anger issues, low self esteem hiding beneath his smirky little confidence, can be too serious or can't be serious in all the wrong times
GOALS get married to a girl who 'gets' him, start a family, have a sucessful music career, get published, get to heaven
SECRETS mother was once a prostitute. is a virgin. has been suicidal, sometimes still is. knows how to play the accordian, harmonica, and piccolo. is technically homeless.
PERSONALITY What an butthead... and he's always stoned! says an uncommon Riot In Me hater. Ah, butthead [and any variations of that word] and stoned is the two best combinated words to describe Preston. And how they fit the bass guitarist well! A few more words you ask for? How does crude, pissy, moody, bitchy, jackass, arse, or douchebag do for you? Buck-ar-oo, you better not ever get Press' face. He doesn't take shit from anyone. His past arrests for [mostly drunken] assualts proves that. It's no secret that Press has got a bad attitude and a very bad temper. Noobs are taken by surprise since, by looking at him, he looks pretty harmless. Yeah, he's got that cigarette hanging from his lips, the middle finger proudly up, the tattoos, and a smirk many want to wipe off his face, but he looks a little too tired to deal with punching someone in the face. He looks too laid back, if not lazy looking. He's got his trademark smirk but he's usually got a very indifferent expression. Preston tends to be emotionally detached but don't think he's dumb. He's pretty clever with his words and pranks on his buddies when he's in the mood. And even though he dropped out of high school, he's got some books smart in him. Novel, fiction, biographies, poetry, kind anyways. He's a writer, or wants to be one day but for now he's content with reading and assisting in lyric writing with the rest of the band. Around the band, he's still pretty dark but he's more happy natured. He loves the thrill of being on stage and how nobody really cares to have the bass guitarist's autograph. And while this sounds cliche, he's a walking contradiction. He can be optimistic, yet so so pessimistic realistic. Then act as if he couldn't care less. He can be so solemn then next minute, he won't take anything seriously. He's cautious, suspicious even a little paranoid then welcome whatever to come.

You know Preston is real religious. said a fan to another Riot In Me fan who laughed. I'm serious! No joke, the stoned asshole in the tabloids is not only religious, but a very dedicated catholic. Why don't people generally believe it? He's got his blunt demeanor and is not to mention stoned most of the time, but he's also private about it. It's not his way of denying G-d, but keeping it between himself and his Lord is all. He doesn't want it in the tabloids about how he sucks as a catholic in their point of view. So when alone, he prays the rosary, makes the sign of the cross, carries his bible, prays his hail marys, and attends mass when possible. It's because of his catholic beliefs he's not totally heartless. He'll do people a favor and help them out when it's needed without wanting anything in return. Sure, he's not friendly but he's got a firm sense of morals and values that he won't budge from. He's technically homeless, the reason rooted to his religion and his touring life. Jesus was homeless and he tries not to be materialistic, Trying to be detached from possession and 'wants' and half loves is very much apart of him. He knows he's a failure in many ways when it comes to making the Lord proud, he's an embarassment for Him. Which is another reason why it's kept quiet. Hidden behind his cocky sarcastic ways, he's got low self esteem.

He acts confident. Like all the rockstars, he just doesn't give a fuck if you like him or not. He'll be your most loyal friend, a stranger, or worst enemy that he tries not to sabotage for he knows to love his enemy. There's rarely an inbetween. Smoking like a chimney, Harris will drink anything, swallow anything, snort, smoke, anything. Heroin, acid, crack, downers, pills, pot, he loves it all and he's only somewhat ashamed of it. But to bystanders, you'd guess it doesn't bother him at all to never really be sober or clean. As long as he does his job, practice, he stays in the band right?

PARENTS tyler harris - whereabouts and whatnot unknown, if still alive he'd be fourty-three
chelsea harris - fourty-two, nursing assistant.
SIBLINGS none that he knows of.
HOMETOWN seattle, washington
OTHER FIGURES a cousin name robert, who's twenty nine, has been like a brother in times of his life and helped their family a few points in their life.
HISTORY
Chelsea would have sex with anyone for money. That's how she met Tyler Harris, a middle class guy going through a divorce. He wanted the experience to be good so he insisted on no condom. Chelsea nodded in agreement; as long as he paid a gracious tip! Deal!

Bigga-chigga-bang-boom-bam. She's pregnant. Chelsea was horrified- she'd been taking pills. How could this happen?! Oh what should she do? Have an abortion- she couldn't bear killing her child. Give it up for adoption? That seemed logical... So she quit prostitution and with her current boyfriend [who thought it was his son] they quit using drugs. Then she got a job as a secretary. The bigger her stomach got, the more excited she was getting. She already loved her son. She told her beloved boyfriend that they should keep it. That night he left her. The douchebag! She was heartbroken but her tears dried when she popped her baby out. She decided to name it after her deceased father, Preston.

Preston was one fussy baby! At one point when his mother was dealing with post partum depression, she considered throwing him out of the window like Micheal Jackson in the midst of one of his crying fits. Not only was Preston fussy. He was smart- too smart. When he learned to walk at an early age, it seemed he could make it past through any obstacles. To get out of a play pen, to get outside, to get out of his crib, you name it. He liked to read, especially when Chelsea took the time to read to him bedtime stories. Chelsea loved him dearly and was so proud about how her life has been turned around. She still went out with douche bags though, which wasn't healthy for Preston when they spent the night over. She knew that but didn't she deserve love too? Ah! The joys of being able to rationalize anything!

When Preston was in elementary school, she took a course to be trained to become a nursing assistent. She passed. Yay. Preston did very above average all around in these early years. He got in trouble sometimes, thought girls had cooties, made good grades, whined, joined little league base ball. He tried boyscouts for a while but Preston quit by the summertime because he would rather start bass guitar lessons. Life was good, and guess what! Chelsea at this point was dating a sort of decent guy for seven months now!

Unfortunately the good lower class life hit a speed bump. They had a disasterous car wreck when Preston was thirteen. This was the age when guys no longer feared girls and were being pressured to get into their pants instead. It was a crucial time to fit in. Preston was smoking cigarettes, much to his mother's hypocritical disliking and pot. In their old volvo, they collided with a large truck. Chelsea had a concussion and a sprained wrist. Both of which she healed from, though still she deals with an athritis kind of bone pain in her wrist. However, she was worried for Preston instead. He sat in the passenger seat, conscious but in alot of pain. The ambulances came and they were rushed to the hospital. The doctors were relieved. He'd be just fine, they only needed to do a very quick and easy surgery. Putting Preston under anthesia, they began the surgery with Chelsea pasing behind the doors in a panic. Then something went terribly wrong and he was internally bleeding. He was losing so much blood. Technically he was dead for fifteen minutes. He was saved and when awake, Preston will swear he saw Jesus.

He spent the next two middle school years in and out of the hospital for treatments from even more complications- infections mainly. When high school came, Preston was much more changed and had a more quietly intense personality. And just when Preston thought he was through visiting hospitals, Chelsea became pregnant. A few months later, lost it. Preston was in a tangled mess with not only a lost sibling and mourning mother, but with drugs, music, and his faith. In this hard time, he got baptized and confirmed by the church by the time he dropped out of high school. He knew his mother would never be able to afford college and he didn't even want to go. So he joined the riot in me band which has rocketed to surprise success!

NAME mitzikitty
AGE seventeen
EXPERIENCE alots
OTHER CHARACTERS this is my first
THE MAGIC WORD -admin edit-
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE Damage control. Clem never thought she'd actually have to be so concerned about her reputation that this need would arrive. Get this, the socialite who everyone has known as the busy party girl who rarely ever frowns was worrying people about her mental health. They were coming up to her, pat their gentle hand on her shoulder and with a calm voice say 'Hi Clem... How are you? You know, if you ever need someone to talk to, just come find me. Okay?' No, I DON'T need anyone to talk to. What I need is some flipping space. She'd think to herself as she stared back, astounded by what's happening. This was not good. People were thinking Dakota has brought the vivacious socialite to some crumbling depression! Her chest always fluttered painfully at the mere name of Dakota. It was so stupid and childish which was why she was blindly trying to bury all the heart break, shock, crying, and memories of anything related to Dakota along with all the other repressed memories she's done well to bury deep deep into her strong willed mind.

So that's the way it is. Dakota is in the past like every boy that were close to her heart. Time to restart, refresh, and conduct some damage control. Socialites don't sit around, sulking, and go off alone. And they don't use their social time with girls who... purposely throw themselves out of the loop. Stefano, Keith and Dakota's reputation may be in the gutters but there was no way Clem was going down with them. No boy was going to destroy her now. Clementine Odell was back into the scene with total amnesia of that party. She tried calling Olive, best party friend and she freaking blew her off! Why the hell not? You've never said no to a night out before.... Gosh, everyone hates me lately. No one ever wants to hang out with me anymore. And now you too! I thought we were friends. I can't go alone Olive! Why's everyone abandoning me? Okay, Clem practically started to cry when Olive turned down her invitation. But any more rejection was too much for her right now and damn it, Clem HATED being so fragile. All because of another guy breaking her heart and how she broke his. It was dumb as ass drama she stepped in. Clem's near melt down changed Olive's mind which saved Clementine from more fretting.

She was thrilled, dressed up, and kept hurrying up the taxi driver. She grinned. "I'm so glad we're going out. I'm excited. I haven't really been out in a while... Oh, and guess what?" she leaned closer to Olive, lowering her voice. "Stefano hooked me up earlier. He says it's the best around right now." Then she laughed a little, leaning back as she lit herself a cigarette. "But who knows if that's true! Stef stretches the truth sometimes. He's a sales man." Clicking the lighter closed, she took the first puff. She was really looking forward to trying what Stefano's sold her once they were inside Muse. She offered Olive the lighter when the cab stopped in front of Club Muse. Pulling a few bills out of her purse, she handed it to the driver. "Thanks for the ride! Keep the change!" she said stepping out of the vehicle.

[aaron anthony turner]

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