Louis Parker [+]

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Name: Louis Davis Parker
Nicknames: Machine Nation (current stage name)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: It's a solo project at the moment
Occupation: Electrical Engineer, because his music ain't paying the bills at the moment

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Positive Traits: Honest, Inquisitive, Calm,
Negative Traits: Withdrawn, Uncompromising, Blunt, Stubborn

Dreams: Make a kind of music that's never been heard before, the kind of thing that can only be made by man and machine working together
Dilemma Does he keep his stable job and accept that his music will be made by him alone, and enjoyed by him alone? Does he go out looking for some other path, some kind of community?

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Biography:

Louis was born in Detroit, to a dad who had been a jazz drummer before abandoning that career for a job at an auto plant, and a mom that led the church choir. There was always a nice record collection around the house. Louis' youth happened during a turbulent time for Detroit, and after the riots of the 60s and the further decline of the 70s, Louis' parents decided that it was time to move to a quieter suburb. The move meant saying goodbye to most of his friends and entering an unfamiliar school, leading to him becoming more withdrawn and moodier. His music tastes changed too, moving away from the greats of classic jazz to listen to more modern and experimental works, like the works of Sun Ra or Miles Davis’ electric period. Before he had been in the school but he quit that too in this period, feeling out of place. He picked up a hobby of working with electronics when his Mom brought home a broken Hammond Organ that the church had retired, convincing his parents to keep it after being fascinated by the warped sounds it made. After a lot of hard work and study, he managed to get it working, and from then on he became an avid keyboard player.

In high school he was known as a weird kid, always tinkering but he didn’t bother anyone so he made few foes. He took extra math classes, spent time in the library, and generally acted more like a nerd than one of the musicians. Most of his interaction with other musical types came from earned money on the side fixing people’s gear when it broke; he was not interested in joining bands. With the extra money he got a cheap Korg synthesizer and continued his experimentation. He didn't even particularly like sharing his music, content just to play his solos by himself in the family garage. His studies paid off with good grades, and he went on to attend University of Michigan after graduation, becoming the first member of his family to go to college.

Louis took a while to decide on a major. Initially he wanted to go into music, but his parent’s advice and his own uncertainty led him rethink that decision. Every time he went home the news around Detroit had more talk of factory closures and machines replacing men on the assembly-line. His father was perpetually on the verge of getting laid off, so Louis picked a major that would go with this trend, not against, choosing to be an electrical engineer. He worked hard and made a small group of friends across a few different departments, the type of people that liked to read books by Marshall McLuhan and Alvin Toffler. Louis also took note of the growing electronic music scene, buying more gear and a tape recorder to try and make his own tracks with. They were primitive, but had a few interesting ideas he'd come back to later.

When Louis graduated he got involved with the computer industry. There was plenty of work in that field, and it was all interesting enough to Louis. As he saw computers evolve he began to dream of using them for live music, no just as an instrument but as part of the composition and improvisation process. The tech was never close enough to make it practical anywhere outside of a few experimental labs, and so Louis kept his ideas to himself and focused on more practical concerns. He left Michigan to move to Los Angeles for a job with a small but rapidly growing company. Most people would've used the extra money to move into a nicer place, but James sticks around Oceanside and uses the money to add to his synthesizer collection, cramming into his small pad. When he can he plays live shows at clubs that'll let him, but given his style of music is pretty experimental, he isn't getting many gigs. A few people come to him for technical help, but he is very far from the mainstream music industry right now.

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Extra Info: The Mission
FC and Claimed Color: Juan Atkins and 198cff

@BrutalBx Phew, I’m finally done! Sorry it’s a little long. I couldn’t find a good place to end it. ;U

Dana Greenwood [+]

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_{Danny, Toto (a story for another time)}

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_Bisexual

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_{Part-time actor, rest-of-the-time odd jobs guy and drug dealer}

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_{Adaptable, Independent, Passionate}

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_{Fickle, Impatient, Moody}

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_{Dana hasn’t always dreamed of becoming an actor, but once he started to, it became nigh impossible to ignore. So, really, what does anyone want when they come to LA? Fame and fortune are just two of the things Dana hopes to achieve, and he’s absolutely prepared to succeed or die trying.}

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_{As of late, Dana hasn’t had much luck landing anything more than bit parts, and he often wonders if leaving Morgan behind was the right choice. This, combined with his frustration over the lack of progress has led him to pick up habits that he never had before he came to LA — namely smoking, drinking, and the occasional spot of coke.}

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... [+]

<sub>Dana doesn’t like talking about his past. Mostly, he just tells people that it was boring, pedestrian — “C’mon, man… How many times do I have to say it?” — but it’s really because he prefers to think as little about it as possible.

Dana spent his early years in Fargo, North Dakota, the only child of Hank and Tabitha Greenwood. The two never officially married, and when Tabitha found out that her husband had another woman on the side, they got into a fight so loud and violent that it shook the very foundation of the house. It only ended when Hank stormed out of the house, suitcase in tow, never to be seen again. That was the last time Dana ever saw his father, though in all his years alive, he never really thought to miss him.

Still reeling from the death of her first husband, this second betrayal was enough to send Tabitha into a downward spiral. Most days, she would be out all night, drinking, laughing, dancing until the world felt better again; sometimes even stumbling home in the arms of a stranger. Beer bottles and ashtrays piled up on the kitchen table, choking their home with foul-smelling smoke.

As it so happens, Tabitha had another child from her previous marriage: Dana’s half-sister Morgan. Morgan was nine years older than Dana, and took care of him whenever their mother couldn’t. In many ways, Morgan was more of a mother to Dana than Tabitha ever was. She looked out for him, kept the house as clean as she could manage, and made sure they didn’t all freeze to death when their heating went out come winter.

Tabitha often said that Dana looked just like his father — with his dark hair and even darker eyes — and she never let him forget it. On a good day, she would simply ignore him, leave him parked in front of the TV set while she drank the night away at a club downtown. He did that a lot as a kid: watch TV. It was a form of escape for him, something to distract himself from everything that went on past the edges of the screen. An early lesson he learned was that in a movie, you could go anywhere or be anyone.

But then, there were also the bad days. Whenever his mother had a little too much to drink, things would take a turn for the worse. Morgan would try her best to shield him from it, but she wasn’t always there to intervene, and those times, Dana would end up black and blue, once even breaking his arm when he was shoved hard against the kitchen counter.

Morgan knew then that she couldn’t let this continue. Dana would learn to fight back eventually, but for now, he was all scrawny limbs and milk teeth, and that day was long coming. So as soon as she could, she packed up her things and headed south, taking Dana and whatever money she’d saved up from her waitressing job along with them.

The two ended up in a city somewhere in South Dakota — Dana just eight years old and Morgan seventeen — and somehow managed to find a place to stay. It wasn’t much to look at, just a cheap one-bedroom flat overlooking the parking lot of a Burger King, though it didn’t really matter. They had finally gotten away from their mother, and that was that.

Dana’s school years were uneventful. He was one of those kids who disappeared into the back of the classroom, either getting lost in daydreams or falling asleep altogether. Suffice to say, his grades no longer mattered by the time he reached high school, and he stopped going entirely in his senior year. Instead, he occupied himself with helping Morgan out wherever he could. She spent most of her time working to keep them afloat, and Dana didn’t think it was fair that she had to do it alone.

There wasn’t much a kid like him could do, so he took his chances on whatever was thrown his way; though he never stayed in one place too long, hopping from job to job on an almost weekly basis. Sweeping the floor at a corner store. Delivering the morning paper to picture-perfect families in the suburbs. He didn’t really care about any of it, but work was work, and work paid, no matter how meagre it was. It wasn’t until he snuck his way into a special matinee of Rebel Without a Cause one afternoon that an idea began to form.

Maybe — just maybe — he could be one of them: an actor. Dana reasoned that whatever might happen if he tried couldn’t be much worse than getting stuck working the same dead-end jobs in the same podunk town for the rest of his life; and if he could get anywhere close to James Dean’s level of coolness, well… then anything was possible. He never fancied himself a dreamer, but for those two hours he spent sat in the very first row of the darkened theatre, he believed wholeheartedly that there was something for him in the City of Angels.

For months, it was all Dana could think about, and started saving up little by little, even skipping meals just to have something left over at the end of the day. He didn’t tell Morgan about what he was doing, though he’s not quite sure why. Perhaps he was worried that if she found out, she would try to stop him. And so, on an unseasonably cold day in July, he left Morgan a note explaining everything, then hopped onto a Greyhound and rode it as far as his money would take him.

Once he reached Utah, he hitchhiked the rest of the way and ended up in a place called Oceanside. It was close enough to Hollywood without being outrageously expensive, so Dana figured it was as good a place to settle down as any.

His first year there, he lived off the kindness of strangers, offering to complete a multitude of tasks in exchange for a place on their couch. Whatever money he got from the parts he managed to land were only ever enough to keep him from being completely destitute, so he had to find other ways to supplement his income.

It didn’t take long for him to get involved in the wrong crowd, but the money was too good for him to pass up. Dana started running drugs; just weed at first, but then came the hard stuff — meth, cocaine, heroin. He didn’t like what he was doing, but it was like he always said: work is work.

These days, Dana is a regular fixture in Oceanside, still seeking that illusive breakout role that’s going to catapult him into stardom. So far, the closest he’s ever got was when he played a high school bully in a John Hughes movie, though even that wasn’t enough to give him that one final push.</sub>

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_{Favorite Movie: Paris, Texas}

_{Matt Dillon #D6CECF}

Alice Kendricks [+]

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Nicknames:
Al, Allie, Bunny
Age:
21
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Curious
Relationship Status:
Single...as she puts it. A guy back home broke her heart and occasionally communicate. But she won't elaborate on it.
Occupation:
Cashier at local co-op

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Positive Traits:
+ Very self-motivated (when it comes to her own dreams)
+ Has everyone's best interest in heart
+ Kind to all she meets
+ Articulate. Explains herself, idea's, and just in conversation in general.
+ She is a bit meticulous, but it works in her favor and she isn't over bearing with it.
+ Alice can be considered quiet, but she is always listening - and in this aspect she is the one to lean on. The shoulder many can be looking for and will give you advice whenever it's needed.

Negative Traits:
- Smokes a lot
- Drinks a lot
- Is up for any new vices
- Can be too honest, causing a lot of issues
- Pretty selfish
- Knows how to work those around her
- Willing to do what she has to do to get what she wants to get

Dreams:
"My dreams? Hmmmm..." Alice looks to the floor, bringing her cigarette to her mouth for a long drag.
On the exhale "I guess just really standing on stage and looking out to the crowd over the blinding lights. I know I can make it on that stage....I'd do what ever I need to...to get there..."
Dilemma
"Honestly it's so grody...but it's just money man. Money is the true demon here."

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Biography:

"My parents are pretty...bible dude. It's bad." She chuckles and pushes her hair out of her face. "Honestly, like....okay so these two..."

Enough of listening to the beginning of her rendition of this storm.

Alice grew up with two parents that seemed to love each other pretty well. But the older she grew, the more her minnd was able to understand the fact that there was no love in the walls of what she called a home around a young age. There was a face that was constantly put on. Growing up in the midwest, her father was a farmer and her mother a proud servant of her father. Dare her mother step out of line and state these facts. So Alice was there to just sit at the table of silence during dinner. It was always focused on her. Growing up under scrutiny you begin to fold into yourself - "you don't want to talk all of the time. You just shut up. You begin to look around and notice all of the shit." Alice is a prime example. Her parents taught her great values. Support local, work hard to get what you want, learn to cook and clean and be a good wife.
Alice didn't want that last part. So music was a grand outlet growing up.

She seeped into it, and let it do the same for her. There wasn't a moment she wasn't going to let a new album pass her by. Alice sang a lot in her room, was apart of her schools choir, but the church hymns that they sang did nothing for her. She had journals of lyrics and believed one day she could be sing them to the world.

So here she is. Gracing you all. Though she doesn't believe the gracing part - she believes she'll find her way with being the correct amount of submission and self-assertion. Alice doesn't want the small town life that her parents had, she had grander plans for herself. The West Coast has called her name for a long time, she believes she can be something out there. The idea is to be at least just get her name known. But just breaking out of her small town is enough. She'd love to sing for the world and let them know her troubles and relate somewhere along the way. But the talk of the big city and all its lights in all the magazines really drew her to this place. So who knows if she'll truly follow these dreams.

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Extra Info:
She loves a good chocolate bar.
FC and Claimed Color:
Mazzy Star/Hope Sandoval
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Bennett Robertson [+]

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Nicknames:
Some people call him Benny, he doesn't entirely care for it.
Age:
25
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight
Relationship Status:
Single.
Occupation:
Sound Engineer/Part owner at local Venue.

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Positive Traits:
+Organized
+Always Relaxed
+Clever
+Friendly
+Punctual
+Ambitious

Negative Traits:
-Egotistical
-Selfish
-Impulsive
-Insensitive
-Over-critical
-Nosy

Dreams:
"You could say I'm living it out right now..but in the future I'd like to ow a few more venues. Maybe even a stadium. As long as I'm working with music. I do dream of having a stable relationship too"

Dilemma
"None...Money and my smile solve everything".

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Biography:

Bennett was born on a beautiful summer day in Los Angeles - immediately inducting him into the local hall of fame. His parents were on the upper class side of life, father a lawyer for socialites and wealthier individuals. Mother was a typical stay at home wife. She always had dinner on the table at 630p and a glass of schnapps in her hand. Bennett truly can't recall any devastating moments from his childhood, he always got everything he ever wanted. He was the middle child between two sisters and really their family was just in some weird quaint way, rather perfect. Of course aside from the sibling drama there was no malice or grief between them. The family was about as perfect as the painted portrait that hung in the family's den.

Growing up, Bennett's family did a lot of vacations on the West Coast they had a beach house down South, and a cabin up North. This gave him the opportunity to really see the whole coast of California but he was always drawn by the hustle and bustle that is Hollywood. The streets were always packed and there was always music playing in the air - that's what really spiked his interest. He loved music, from a young age he had an immediate interest. His parents noticed and gave him just about every instrument - starting off with a guitar and growing from there. He read the latest magazines and listened to the radio constantly keeping up with the newest bands and sounds. Even though he loved playing music he wanted to learn more behind it. So he did. You could find him at most shows and venues schmoozing the sound guys and trying to learn under him. Eventually that hard work would pay off and he'd have himself a small internship.

At the ripe age of 22, Bennett told his parents he knew what he wanted to do in life. Open a music venue in Hollywood. Well, thanks to daddy's money and some friends this was all made possible. Of course Bennett didn't own it himself, he was part Owner with a silent Owner hidden behind the scenes. In a few short months and long days of dedication - The Palace opened up in Hollywood. It's a venue big enough to hold close to 200 people and can really house the rowdier folks. Bennett had the upstairs renovated as a loft, so that way he was never too far away. So far his parents don't mind that he co-owns a punk filled grungy lil divebar by day/music venue by night kinda joint. He's making money and not causing trouble...as far as they know.

Since Bennett was so driven when he was in his teens, he kinda passed over the partying. But now with a bar downstairs at his disposable and the drive to make as many connections as he possibly can to keep his venue thriving, it seems there is always a need to celebrate, always a need to be out. Never a reason to no. Bennett find's himself stumbling into his loft during the earliest hours of the morning and he currently sees no consequences in his actions. Just living day by day without mommy and daddy supervising him. He knows he is on the luckier side of things when it really comes down to it - so he will help out his closest friends and if they have a good idea he's never against holding it at The Palace. So long as you can get past him constantly checking himself out in the mirror and getting too blasted for his own good, you'll have a reliable friend and "business" partner.

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Extra Info:
>In a band.
>Favorite movie is Gremlins.
>Can always find fresh flowers in his office and apartment.
>Co-Owner of "The Palace"
FC and Claimed Color:
Morrissey
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Just to let everyone else know, since Brutal already knows-

I work in the ER at a major hospital and life is extremely hectic right now. BUT, thankfully it is beginning to slow down some. So I'll be able to post more regularly as the weeks go by.