REID, AXEL COLTON

[jessica]

axel colton reid.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. axel colton reid
stage name. axel stone
nicknames. axe, pothead, lush, mistake, etc.
age & dob. twenty-two, april sixteenth
gender. dick swingin
sexual orientation. whatever rolls his way
career. tv/film actor
hometown. houston, tx.


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 6'1.5"
eyes. blue
hair. dark brown
build. skinny/slender
distinguishing features. "april may june" tattooed on his chest, "houston texas" tattooed on his inner arms, "wolves" tattooed on his forearm, the letters "BB" tattooed on his wrist, "everyday of my life" tattooed on his ribcage, a smiley face bomb tattooed on his hand, "3D" tattooed on his hand, a chicken foot tattooed on his hand, etc.
play-by. cole mohr


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. wake and baking, hallucinogens, pain medications, alcohol, sci-fi movies, art, lady gaga, seeing sexual innuendos in children shows, being the "black sheep" in the industry, old school nickelodeon cartoons, wicked thunderstorms, mythology, rock music, synth in music, when starlets turn into whores, food, staying up late, sleeping in, crashing parties, hanging out with friends, doing impressions, acting, "making" his own clothes, edgy fashion, anyone out of the ordinary, sex, the idea of karma, bad publicity, gay clubs, wearing girls clothes when he is really wasted, dancing. making people laugh, talking shit, getting tattoos, etc.
hates. his last name, inequality in human civil rights towards the gay community, people that live in america who don't speak english, grammar nazis, people who pre-judge him, the actors who think they are superior to everyone else, money, commitment, the idea of marriage, crying children in movie threatres... crying children in general, messing up when rolling a joint, dressing up, air heads, slow walkers, most authority figures, people who act just for the money, cautious people, clingy people, being late to a job, peta nazis, extremists, plastic chicks, fake tans, everyone from the jersey show franchise, reality tv, hangovers, stds, liars, perez hilton (he's such a fucking pest), etc.
quirks. nibbles his bottom lip when he is anxious, almost always wears shades when he is wasted, sings loudly in the shower, bites his nails either when he is bored or when he is coming down, curses like a sailor around everyone
aspirations. live everyday as if it was his last, spend some time traveling around europe, become a known face around the industry for being a great actor, staying true to himself
secrets. was a prostitute for about a year of his life, used to donate sperm for money, did about every drug known to man at least once, sold his principal pain medication at least twice so he would be put through to graduate
personality evaluated. axel isn't what you would consider your typical actor. he didn't come from a privileged background. he didn't live in a loving household and he probably has done more in his twenty two years of life than most people did in their lifetime. being in the industry for only about three or four years, axel has had his fair share of roles in independent films and has had a few minor roles in a couple tv shows. nothing too extravagant but the boy is probably more known for his eccentric attitude.

he is the guy that follows the mantra "live fast, die young" to a fucking t, taking a personal spin on it with "live fast and deal with the consequences later". axel was never the guy that would hold himself back so he can be a little "in-your-face" when you meet him. he's blunt as hell and says whatever the fuck he wants. he curses like a sailor and more often than not he is either drunk or stoned. however, he takes his career seriously and would never step on set in such a state. as rough around the edges as he is, he's actually a versatile actor and surprised his talent agent when he played a depressed cancer patient as a minor role in a tv show.

growing up the way he did, axel is just a guy that enjoys having a good time, even when he is acting like a dick to the people he doesn't like. that's another thing about him that sort of sets him apart. he doesn't put a good face on for anyone. if he doesn't fucking like you he will make it known. he won't smile in your face and act like your friend no matter what tabloid is in his face. axel is about as honest as you can get. and he won't stop doing what he is doing in fear of bad publicity. as long as he is getting his job done, who the fuck should care what he does in his free time? basically, he is far from a role model and he doesn't give a fuck. and as for sex and relationships, well... axel has kinda always viewed sex as a physical act and nothing more. it is a way for him to get off and he isn't picky with who he does it with. however, just keep in mind that just because you had sex with him doesn't mean he is going to take you out on a fucking date or call you later. he has never been in a serious relationship and it's not one of his goals to be in one either.

axel is blunt, honest, a partier, loud, obnoxious, and a stoner. but he is also an amazing friend that will be there for you through everything, professional as hell (even though he hardly looks it), and loving/affectionate when you catch him at the right time. if you can handle him then you will be his friend for life, that's for sure. he at least can admit that he isn't an easy guy to talk to.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. kenneth marcus reid, unknown, unknown
mother. marilyn janine harper, thirty-eight, unemployed drug addict
siblings. none
pets. none
other family. "bronx", twenty-one, best friend
history evaluated. kenneth and marilyn. the true story of disaster since the beginning. kenneth was a rising basketball star in high school while marilyn was the shy loner girl who was completely obsessed with him. after months of her following him around school, kenneth finally gave in to her but only when they were alone. he had a reputation to uphold; he couldn't be caught with her. marilyn was so happy that she was finally getting attention from him but she was too naive to realize that her knight in shining armor was just using her. he didn't give two shits about her but she did whatever he asked her to, even her virginity and he completely ditched her after she gave it up. she was completely distraught and was surprised to find out that she was pregnant about a month later. not knowing what to do, she told him and kenneth denied being the father, telling her to fuck off and go find someone else to be the dad.

before axel was even born, kenneth had left houston and was already attending college only god knew where. so marilyn decided to raise axel by herself with help from her parents but being a mother, a student and trying to work to support her son was too much for her so she dropped out of high school before the start of her junior year. they spent the first five years of axel's life in her parents house but her parents were strict as hell and marilyn had enough of their bullshit, buying a small apartment in houston for her and her son. the first few years were pretty good even though they never had much for themselves; working without a high school diploma was rough and marilyn tended to work for a small salary that barely paid for all of their bills and life's other essentials. however, his mother made it work but when she finally lost her job everything went downhill. trying time and time again to get a job and not being able to find one, his mother fell into a depressed state, quelling her depression and fears with various drugs and alcohol.

by the time axel was sixteen, he was working, going to school, taking care of the house, and bonding with his mother through the use of drugs. he had somehow kept his job for the next two years and had basically paid off his principal so he could graduate but after graduating axel realized that he didn't want to live in houston for the rest of his life. he needed to get out and he wanted more than anything to follow the dream he had ever since he was a child... acting. yet, he had no means of transportation and there was no way he was going to be able to pay for transportation to get to different auditions with the salary he was currently making as a stock boy in a grocery store... thus began his career as a prostitute. thanks to his drug addled brain, he can't remember how it all started but soon enough he was out working the streets at night, donating some of his sperm, and still working at the grocery store all for a quick buck. life only went on like this for about a year until he had gathered enough money to move out and take his ass to new york.

in about a month of him being there, he already had a talent agent, was already slated for a minor role in an independent movie, and had a new best friend and roommate that he lovingly called "bronx". as two boys with fucked up pasts and less than innocent habits, they started to make a name for themselves by crashing random socialite parties and movie premieres in their free time. and somewhere along the line they started to get some pull in the industry, starring in various roles including characters that had fucked up pasts. over the past couple of years, axel has gotten his life somewhat together all because he has some purpose now but he's still the party boy with the horrible attitude and a heart of gold... that's only if you dig deep enough (; not being concerned with fame or money, he's an actor for the pure enjoyment of acting but if he gets his name in the tabloids along the way... well... let's say he won't complain.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. jessica
years of rp experience. over five
other characters. none
how did you find us. through an affiliate
roleplay sample.

It was just like any other day, Damian woke up earlier than everyone else in the house. His beautiful trophy wife laid curled up under their silk sheets that he found unbearable but ones that she said they needed because they were expensive. His son slept soundly in his full bed which was housed in his own room that was filled with every possible toy the toddler could have asked for. Then there was Damian, standing there at the huge window in their bedroom dressed in nothing but his boxers as he stared down at the surrounding hills and the city below. The view made him feel sick. As beautiful and as captivating as Los Angeles was, being on the west coast only made him miss the east coast that much more. He missed waking up in the house he shared with his parents and looking out at the amazing view of the bay that was filled with so many boats, watching the fishermen mill about and prepare the boats before venturing out to capture crabs and other sea creatures that would later be sold to feed the locals and tourists. Siobhan couldn't possibly miss a view she had never experienced and as far as she was concerned, any city that she could use his credit card in to get brand name items was heaven for her. Little did she know that Damian wasn't planning to stay in Los Angeles; he wanted to raise Harley in the same atmosphere he was raised in... it only seemed right.

After spending a few minutes stretching and waking himself up, Damian finally turned around and nudged the bed a few times with his knee. "Wake up, Siobhan," he grunted, causing the female to stir and groan in response. Damian just walked right past her and into their bathroom to take a shower, ignoring her usual display of objections. Minutes later, he walked back into the bedroom with only a towel barely holding onto his hips, moving past her half naked form which sat on the bed pulling on nylons and into his walk in closet. Sifting through his extensive wardrobe, he pulled out a few shirt choices when he heard his wife's voice speak up. "Damian, the girls and I are going out today and the baby sitter called off so you're gonna have to take Harley with you." A scowl found its way onto his stubble covered face before replying sarcastically back to her. "Yes, honey," he cooed before yanking out a pair of pants and walking back over to the bed, distributing his options onto the covered mattress. It wasn't that he hated spending time with his son... that was far from the truth but his bitch of a wife always did this. She always waited until the last minute to tell him anything, knowing that it got on his nerves.

About an hour or so later, a fully clothed and fully fed Damian carried his camera and other equipment out to his car before going back into the house to carry out a half sleeping Harley, gently putting him into his car seat before closing the car door and walking around to get into the driver's side. After looking over his shoulder to check that his son was still asleep, he pulled out of the sweeping drive way while pulling out his phone to rouse the eighteen year old model and beg of her to help him out yet again. Fortunately, Sofie answered her phone and not long after he was pulling up in front of her house with a hugely apologetic look on his face as he carried Harley and his bag full of toys and snacks up to her house. "I am soooo sorry. She didn't tell me that she couldn't take him til this morning," he quickly stated as he handed Harley and the bag over to her. "I'll call you before I'm on my way to pick him up. Thanks Sofie." With a kiss on her cheek and a kiss on the top of Harley's head, Damian hopped back into his car and sped off to the building that they were scheduled to do the photo shoot in with a model that he had grown to adore... in his own way.

Once his equipment was set up and the camera options and lighting were to his liking, Damian left the room and made his way to the staff lounge, placing money into the vending machine in order to get a less than satisfactory coffee. Whatever. He had had worse and caffeine was caffeine no matter which way you made it. Damian had only been settled into a chair for a couple of minutes when he heard Onyx's booming voice in the lobby, yelling profanities. His handsome face fell into an exhausted expression, dropping his head into his hand as he heard the door open and then hurried footsteps pass him. The twenty four year old was tired. He was tired enough that he felt annoyance at the nineteen year old's theatrics even though he obviously knew the reason for them. Yea, Damian knew he wasn't the nicest guy when it came to Onyx and he knew that he sort of drug him around in a continuous circle but it wasn't as easy as Onyx thought it was. Just get a divorce. Maybe if he didn't have a son to worry about that could have been possible but Damian knew what a divorce entailed and that included a bloody fight over custody of Harley and the worst possible thing that could happen to him was losing the ability to see his son every day. It was probably the only reason why he subjected himself to the shitty marriage in the first place.

Finally, after downing his coffee and throwing the cup away in a trash receptacle, Damian walked back to the dressing rooms, deciding to nip this problem in the bud before Onyx even got a chance to step foot in front of the camera. He was damn sure not going to put up with his attitude, no matter the reason for it, while he was trying to work and he had no qualms about kicking him out either. Might as well not take things to that point though. Damian stood there for a moment, staring at the door, before balling his hand into a fist and knocking gently on the door. He didn't wait for a reply before entering and closing the door quietly behind him, locking it as well. Damian turned around then, smirking silently at the boy's back as he heard Onyx mumble something under his breath and then go about to busy himself so he had a reason not to look at him. It amused him to know that he had bothered the nineteen year old that bad that he would succumb to using immature means of avoiding Damian as much as possible. With the smirk still plastered on his face, he licked at his bottom lip before moving over to Onyx, standing mere inches behind him. "Onyx," he breathed softly in his ear before wrapping an arm securely around his waist and pulling him up tightly against him so he couldn't get away. "Look, you can be mad all you want and you can yell at me all you want... but after we are done. Don't take your shitty attitude out there because I am telling you right now, I will kick you the hell out and find another willing model who knows how to separate their work life from their personal one," he stated a bit forcefully before trailing his hand lower and rubbing Onyx's crotch through his jeans. So he was being a bit forward but at the moment he didn't give a fuck. As pissed off as Onyx was, he was still more sexually attracted to him than his perfect wife.

[sarah]

i love him! but you already knew that. (: