WARNER, derrick adrian

[derrick]

DERRICK ADRIAN WARNER
you and i should meet.

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GAZE INTO HER KILLING JAR
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name: derrick adiran warner
age: twenty
birthday: june twenty fifth
band name: drops of jupiter
position: rhythm guitar
play by: chris kamrada

LOOK IN MY EYES.

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likes: music, sex, looking good, mirrors, kissing on first dates, porn, sleeping in the nude, cuddling, flirting, dancing, fooling around, jokes, pranks, alcohol, parties, performing, mosh pits, signing autographs, taking pictures, getting pictures taken, sunrise, sunset, water sports, skiing, snowboarding, cologne, reading.
dislikes: bad hair days, bad breath, being told what to do, being late, bad publicity, paparazzi, gossip, liars, cheaters, stealers, being pranked, hangovers.
habits: freaks out about the littlest things, sleeping in the nude, obsessed with looking at himself in the mirror, tends to ramble.
secrets: is a hypochondriac, has same sex tendencies
overall personality: "well to start off, i'm going to die. i'm constantly getting symptoms that are linked to all these diseases, so i think i have a clusterfuck of diseases building up inside of me. because i do not know how much longer i'm going to live, i live life to the fullest. i do not like to have any down time in my life. when i'm not hanging out with friends or performing on stage, i'm causing trouble in the music scene. usually when something odd happens, i'm the source behind it. these dumbasses don't even notice it half the time. i think my pranks are getting a bit lame, but you know what they say, only after a long period of lame pranks will a really good prank happen, so i'm not giving up. ever. if i'm going to die soon, i want people to remember me. doesn't matter if it's them liking me or hating me, at least they'll remember me. i'm very loud and outspoken. i say what i feel and i really don't care about trying to sugar coat anything. i hate liars, and i am not a hypocrite. some people might say i'm vain, but most of those would be my lying, cheating ex girlfriends. i do not give second chances when it comes to friendship or anything else, if you screw up, it's most likely you will again. hey, it's human nature. i do the same thing. it's just a headache i do not want to deal with, it might cause me a migraine or a heart attack. people say i tend to ramble, is that true? ah well, i like to hear my own voice if that's what they mean. and so what if i get a little carried away. people are so judgmental these days, man if they were in my position where they can drop dead any second, they would learn how to lighten up. i mean seriously. people take things too seriously. do you think i'd be touring with the band if i took life too seriously? the answer to that rhetorical question is no, because if i took life seriously, i'd probably be dead or turn into my dad, which i'd rather the diseases kill me before that happens.

am i a good person? that depends on who you are talking to. just know that i do not waste my time with anyone. i'll talk to you, but that doesn't mean i like you. you'll know when i like you. i am a pretty good actor. i've been dying since the day i left the womb, but i don't really tell anyone about it. i do not want any sympathy or help from anyone. i won't even see a doctor, they can't cure me. i'm pretty sure the prognosis for my condition is death. but do you see me begging for attention? no, i do not waste any moment of wining or trying to get attention. i may be an attention whore when it comes to lust, but i am not an attention whore who needs people to let me cry on their shoulders. hell, my own mother didn't believe me the first time i told her i was deathly sick, that was the last person i ever told about my condition. people say i'm making it up even if i do tell them, so why bother. no one takes me seriously, not even my band mates. i can't really say i blame them, since i'm not the most serious guy around. ah well, maybe one day after i'm dead, they will all cry at my funeral. just thank god i don't have to see or hear it."

I'M AN ADDICT FOR DRAMATICS
i confuse the two for love

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mom: sandra warner
dad: maximillion warner
siblings: savannah warner, david warner
other important figures: none
overall history: being the middle child, derrick was always struggling for attention from his parents. even when he was little, he was terrified of getting paper cut. his older brother by nine months, always picked on derrick. and his little sister savannah was constantly asking for attention from their parents. derrick's mother always wanted a daughter, but her hopes were crushed when her first two kids turned out to be boys. she was finally happy when a girl came into the picture. she was too preoccupied with savannah and david to even pay attention to derrick. he always was the jealous type, and even when he was little, he tried to get her attention by telling her he was sick. the first time she believed him, but when they took him to the hospital, the doctor couldn't find anything wrong. derrick grew obsessed with the attention from his mother, he tried it again, this time physically abusing himself to get her to take him to the hospital. again the doctor put a band aid on his self inflicted cut and still couldn't find anything that was wrong with him. after a few months of doing this, eventually derrick really started to believe he was dying from an unknown disease. he would specifically search for diseases that had symptoms like his and convinced he had that disease and that the doctor was just too stupid enough to notice them.

this went on for awhile, until his mother grew tired of it. everytime derrick would come to talk to her, she'd tell him to tell his father. derrick was terrified of his dad. every time derrick would try talking to him, his father would always set him straight, giving him empty threats, telling him that if he wanted something wrong with him, he would give him something to worry about. derrick stopped telling his parents altogether about his strange paranoia, so when he did get sick a few times, his parents didn't believe him. have you ever heard of the story of the boy who cried wolf? well, this is a modern day example of what happened to derrick. still believing he was dying from something, derrick started to live life, and really live it. at the age of fifteen, he started to hang out with the wrong crew of kids. they were always smoking and drinking, but the one thing that really drew him in, was their love for music. derrick shared that same passion, and eventually gave into peer pressure and drank and smoke. he was already dying, so why not just speed up the process a bit. derrick picked up the guitar, and like magic, he was a natural. when his mother started to see how her son's started to change, she started to get more involved with his life. she bought him his first guitar on his sixteenth birthday and even some guitar books. all of his friends were older than him by at least a year, so by the time he was a senior in high school, he was out on his own looking for a band. that's how he came across drops of jupiter, and everything else just fell into place.
rp quote:

look at charlotte's or haley's posts

I DONT WANNA KNOW ABOUT EVIL

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name/alias: kristine
age: eighteen
experience: about six or seven years
password: admin edit

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this was made by heather. lyrics came from tons of bands, so yeah. dont steal or she will send boo the ghost to eat your face and your mothers face.