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IERO, leigh michael, bandmate.
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``guitar hero in your rock band

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the reality is i'm getting away with murder. ( leigh michael iero. ) ”Cause I spent the night dancing, I’m drunk I suppose. If it looks like I’m laughing I’m really just asking to leave. i need to calculate what creates my own madness. • - my name is Venest0rz • - been living for a long ass time. Back in my day we walked 15 miles to school in the snow, up hill-both ways. • - got myself a PENIS • - i also own Toll’s soul. • - reach me at droppedAheartxx on the A of the IM • - the grapevine said the email knows all~ • - this is a canon, baby!
your the master, and i am waiting for disaster. • - my birth certificate says “Leigh Michael Iero, kay thanks.” • - though some peoplecall me “God, Dumb-ass, Sexy, Hot Stuff, or Fucktard. Take your pick.” • - i was born on “June 16th 2010” • - and been living for “Twenty-Four years. Although some say I act like I’m ten.” • - i roll with the “Band mates baby!”
• - i swing towards the “human. I’ll hit anything on two legs.” • - you know i love you “Rosie Palm and your lovely five sisters.” • - defining characteristics “Are the shit ton of tattoos and the piercings I have.” • - they say i look like “Dad! Mr. Frank Iero himself.”
somewhere beyond happiness and sadness. • - for the things i like 001: Sex –“Yeah, it’s pretty bad that this takes the number 1 spot but, hey. I’m a guy. Also, these aren’t in any order anyway. Whatever comes to mind.” 002: Playing the guitar – “Like my dad, I’m a guitarist. I love to play the guitar. “ 003: Video games – “I have my nerdy tendencies. I love games like Rock Band and Guitar hero. However, I have a weakness for the RPGs as well.” 004: Alcohol – “I’m a bit of a drinker, I’ll admit. And by a bit I mean the water is a bit wet. Heh…” 005: Performing – “I’m a bit of a show off on stage. I love to please the crowd and fan service is hella fun” 006: Old Movies – “Anything made before the 2000s are like, the greatest movies ever. No Joke.” 007: James Bond – “HA! Couldn’t resist.” 008: Dad’s music – “Call me a suck up, but my dad’s music is awesome.” 009: Hoodies – “Who doesn’t love a hoodie too big for you? It’s always so comfortable and I love it.” 010: Food – “There is very little I won’t eat. So instead of listing my favorites I’ll just say I like food in general.” 011: Tattoos – “Have you seen me? I love my ink.” 012: Flirting – “I am a shameless flirt.” 013: Disney – “My childhood was old school Disney. I still have a soft spot for it.” 014: Coffee – “Long days and longer nights? Yeah, coffee is my life blood.” 015: Clubbing – “It’s fun. What else is there to say?” 016: My younger brother – “You may not think so, but we get along so well.” 017: Pissing my sister off – “It’s so easy.” • - for the things i dislike 001: Commitment – “I am a fuck up. I don’t want to subject anyone else to my issues with staying faithful.” 002: Awkward mornings – “I hate waking up to someone and then have to try and remember their name or what we did.” 003: Rabid fans of my dad – “Please, leave me alone. I’m not him although I did get his good looks.” 004: Eggplant. – “Will. Not. Touch.” 005: Odd flavors of toothpaste – “Mint is all you need. If I see one more chocolate raspberry flavor I might vomit.” 006: Waiting in line – “I can be a bit ADD and having to stand around and wait is a pain in the ass.” 007: The new James Bond – “Psh. He’s not Bond.” 008: Haters – “If you don’t like me or my music back off. I don’t really care” 009: Bad alcohol – “When you can afford the good shit you drink the good shit.” 010: Socialites – “If you want to be famous then do it honestly. Don’t get shit faced and crash your car.” 011: Excessive cussing – “Yeah, watch your !@#$ing mouth!” 012: People who think they know me – “I may be in the spotlight, but don’t assume you know anything about me.” 013: Heights – “Shhh!” 014: Itchy sweaters – “Like the ones grandmothers sew. Gah. Hate it.” 015: Yippy dogs – “Someone shut those things up. Feed them to giant snakes or something.” 016: My younger sister – “She and I don’t see eye to eye. She thinks I’m a dumb ass or something.” • - some call these annoying 001: “I tend to play air guitar while idle” 002: “Humming anything and everything” 003: “I quote old movies that most don’t know” 004: “I touch people a lot. I’m very hands on.” 005: “Talking to myself scares people bit I think it’s fun” • - my wish upon a star is 001: “To escape the shadow of my dad. I don’t want to be Frank Iero’s son forever.” 002: “This should be under secrets, but I’d like to make things right with my sister.” 003: “To make it into the hall of legends.” 004: “I’d like to get over my fear of flying.” 005: “One day I’ll get over myself and fall in love.” • - i am scared of the following 001: “Losing touch with family. They’re so important to me.” 002: “I am TERRIFIED of heights. Flying scares the piss out of me.” 003: “I get nervous when I walk alone at night” 004: “Catching something nasty” 005: “That I will be Frank Iero’s son forever.” • - i keep these to myself 001: “That I’m afraid of heights.” 002: “When I was nineteen I had a crush on my brother. SHIT. Tell. No one.” 003: “I say I’m bi-sexual and I date women but I like men more.” 004: “Mr. Cuddles the stuffed kitty is under my pillow” 005: “I keep a black book.” • - this is just how i am “Fasten your seat belts it’s time for a ride. My personality is basically worn on my sleeve and there really isn’t a whole lot to go into. I’m a crazily outgoing person who cannot help but draw attention to himself when in a crowd. I can’t really help myself. I’ve always been an open person. When it comes to friends I tend to make them easily. Keeping them is an entirely different story however. I seem to struggle a bit there. Maybe I can be too outgoing and I know I can be a lot to swallow. Please, don’t take that the wrong way. I will touch on THAT subject later. I love to be around people my speed which is fast and hard. Again, not that way right now. I like to charge into things and really tackle problems head on. Because of this, I don’t always think things through and end up getting stuck in the mud. I have a tendency to not consider the consequences of my actions then get pissed when things don’t go the way I wanted them too. I am fairly childish for my age. I never really had to grow up. This is actual me on the defense twenty-four seven. As you will read later on a hurt someone seriously way back when and now I just keep myself closed off. I don’t open up or allow myself to feel cause I’m worried I’ll hurt again. I’m scared. I really am. I like to look like a jack ass and all cool and tough but in reality I’m scared of my own shadow. No one can no. I don’t even share this with my little brother.
I like to party and enjoy life and sometimes that life style ruins ties to old friends and family. I grew up around the other My Chemical Romance kids so I know someone’s got my back but I wonder where I’d be if I was the son of Joe Schmoe instead of Frank Iero. Would I be this much of an ass? Would I be so cocky and confident? I have no idea. Maybe. Depends of the Joe I was born to. I would love to say that being the son of someone famous hasn’t gone to my head and I’m so nice and normal but that just isn’t true. I know it’s gone to my head. I know I am full on it about 99% of the time. I can’t seemed to help it. I just am the way I am. One day someone will put me in my place and I know I need it. I still don’t care. I’m having fun. I hate those kids who are like “being famous hasn’t changed me.” It always changes you. Once you’re in the lime light you’re forever different regardless of what you claim. I know I’m different. Between being Frank’s son and now being in my own band I am totally different.
Okay, back to THAT subject. I have more one night stands than a furniture store and more contacts that an eye doctor. I did the whole dating thing a few years back and it blew up in my face. Because I am the way I am I ended up cheating on my girlfriend like, two or three times before she found out. After that I was done dating. I couldn’t stand to see anyone else get hurt so I cut all the strings. I may look like a tough, hard ass but I do have a soft side. I like to cuddle and stuff like that. When I hook up with someone I prefer to know who they are. I hate waking up in the morning and have to call the other person baby because I forgot their name (or never got it). One day I will get over this whole needing to sleep around thing and will settle down. At times I want to. I’ve thought about asking a person I care about out on a number of occasions but then I remember that girl from high school and then I change my mind. She was crushed and I do have feelings. I hurt her and I felt like shit. Although, I had to play it off like a man. That whole man thing has earned my fair share of enemies too. I make those real fast. People think I’m too cocky or too confident or whatever. They’re jealous. I think I’m hated just about as much as I’m liked. Huh. Well, that doesn’t matter to me. I just wish if people hated me they’d leave me alone. There’s like, a sign on my door that says Wanted: Everyone I hate: Inquire within. If you don’t like me leave me alone. I don’t care that you hate my attitude, music, my dad, my siblings (touch them and die), or my lifestyle. Really, I don’t. Leave me alone for Christ’s sake!
i never look back cause i don't even want to • - i was born to “Dad is Frank Iero and we all knows what he does/did for a living. He’s 53 now. Mom’s name is Jamia Nestor-Iero and…I forget how old she is. But she’s does a shit-ton too. Like, CEO for Skeleton Crew and shit.” • - for siblings i have “My little brother’s name is ____ ____ Iero and he’s twenty. _____ is like a photographer fashion designer and shit. Then there’s Sage Erynn Iero is my sister and she’s a 17 year old model.” • - then there is also “Well, no one important around but the other MCR kids are like family. Like the family. The MCR Mafia.” • - i'm originally from “Belleville, New Jersey.” • - i get around by “Driving for being driven.”
• - this is my story - “Once upon a time there was a band called My Chemical Romance and daddy-dearest was the rhythm guitarist. The band was HUGE back in the early to late 2000’s.” - “Dad was probably one of the more popular band members back in the day. At least, that’s how he tells it. He was loved by boys and girls far and wide but only had eyes for one. Her name was Jamia Nestor.” - “I tend to tune out the history of how my parents met cause to me it sounds like all the stories parents tell but from what I’ve heard they’ve been together a long time. Like, childhood sweethearts and shit. They were always together and MCR was like their family. One big, happy, dysfunctional family.” - “They got married in like, 2008 or something but I didn’t come along until 2010. They waited a while to just get used to that whole married thing. They traveled some and just did that whole lovey couple thing. They’re actually really cute together.” - “I was born in Belleville, New Jersey. Yeah, not much else on that. All my siblings were born there. We moved after the cancer incident.” - “I was a bit of a pain in the ass from day one. Like, I was an annoying and high maintenance baby. I cried A LOT. My mom was the only one who could get me to settle down. Eventually I warmed up to dad but that took more time. I was such a momma’s boy.” - “As a small child I was also curious. I got into everything you can imagine. I took shit apart and then left it in the middle of the floor. I think that kinda set the stage for where I’m at now. I break hearts and then leave them. I would build towers, smash them, and then never put them back together.” - “When I was four my younger brother was born and I think we hit it off from day one. We always got along. I had been a pain in the ass for the last four years but when ___ was born I clamed up and assumed the roll as big brother. I was always looking out for him. I was the baby sitter when I was five. Mom didn’t leave us alone but if she had to run out of the room for a second she’d ask me to watch ___. That’s how I got to be so protective.” - “Mom’s reasoning for waiting for waiting four years was like, she didn’t know if she could handle another baby but now she’s all happy with ____. I wasn’t forgotten though. I don’t feel like my brother stole my parents from me. Actually, thanks to him I’m closer to dad. Mom was busy with ___ so dad looked after me more. I listened to him play and helped with whatever. By helped I mean got in the way but you get it.” - “I started learning to play the guitar at about seven. Dad let me pluck strings and taught me Hot Cross Buns. Dad said I had talent but what dad doesn’t say that to their seven year old? Turns out I actually did. I fell into music around that time. Dad let me play more and he started teaching me to read music and stuff.” - “Also when I was seven my sister Sage was born and I swear on all that is unholy she was born glaring in my general direction. Even as a baby she did not like me. She didn’t let me hold her or anything. The one time I tried I got bitten and the scar is still there. Little bitch…” - “With ___ I was still the big brother. We continued to get along and still do to this day. He’s always been a small kid, not that I’m much taller, and he got picked on a lot. Luckily, he had Leigh to step in and hand the asses to the bullies who were harassing him.” - “When I came to my early years of school I was an okay student. I didn’t get straight A’s or anything but I did average. I got an A or two but mostly B’s and C’s. I was slow in math but only freaks can calculate big ass numbers in their heads.” - “When I was fourteen my life just slammed into a figurative brick wall. My beloved little brother was diagnosed with Leukemia. God, it was the worst two years of my life. I still remember that phone call. I was at home with dad and Sage when mom called us and said the tests were positive. The world just stopped. I thought I was gonna lose my brothers.” - “We moved shortly after ____ was diagnosed. There were better treatment options in California and they said the warmer weather would be good for ___. Anything, as long as he got better. During this time was the only time Sage and I got along. She’d come to my room crying and we’d just lay there holding each other.” - “The treatment for the cancer didn’t seem to be working. At least, it didn’t to an irrational sixteen year old. I was freaking out. However, ___ got better and the cancer did go away. Things were a little shaky for the next year but so far so good. He hasn’t relapsed yet. We’re still golden.” - “Now on to how I got so fucked up. In high school I was that really awesome rebel guy who the girls wanted but their parents hated. Sophomore year I settled down with a nice girl and we were the “it” couple of the “out” crowd. I actually had strong feelings for her. She was probably the only one who I really loved. But, I fucked that up too.” - “Around this time I started forming bands. All these years playing the guitar kept me sane…ish. I had been in one early freshmen year but that one fell apart quickly. Junior year I joined a band called Hero In Error and I was the singer and guitarist. We were actually fairly kick ass. I’d been with my girlfriend for a year and I had been a good boyfriend but I started to fall apart.” - “I’d become a local celebrity in the school thanks to the band and I had fans who were all over me. Around them I was all rock star. I was big headed and cocky. My girlfriend hated this side of me and when the fans were gone I was the same sweet guy I had been.” - “Then I did the unthinkable. I cheated. Three times with three different people on two different occasions. Yes, you heard that correctly. I had a three some with these two girls and then the third time was with a guy. Yes, you also heard that correctly.” - “She found out but not quite. Through the grape vine she head I’d had sex with someone but she didn’t know I’d had a threesome. She also didn’t know about the boy. Still, she blew up at me. She freak out. I should have taken the high road and apologized but I didn’t. I acted like an ass and said I’d do at again. She dumped me and we didn’t speak again.” - “After that I closed off emotionally. I allowed the rock star to consume me. After high school Hero in Error got mixed up. We found a lead singer since our old lead guitarist dropped. I took over the guitar spot and we got someone else to sing. The name changed as well. W became Manic Project and have been since.” - “Over the next few years we’ve become huge. Like, MCR huge. I try to not think of us as a copy and we’re not but sometimes we’re billed as such. It pisses all of us off. I sing back up in Manic Project.” - “I am a huge partier. Actually, we all are. I drink quite often although I’m clean when it comes to drugs. I will not touch the stuff. My poison of choice is coffee. I also am a well know sleeper arounder. Since my ex I’ve not have another relationship. Although, maybe one day I will. I don’t know. We’ll have to see.”
and i'm addicted to your punishments • - the rules stated ---- • - member title shall be ``guitar hero in your rock band • - here's a little taste (from any site and character, as long as you wrote it. remember to make it good as it is your ticket in or out. length is key, and it should be nothing less than two paragraphs. keep it within the quotes too, they're placed there for a reason.)
| QUOTE | At eighteen years old Leigh Michael Iero wasted no time in getting out of the house he shared with his family. The young man had spent time planning prior to his birthday planning and within a couple weeks of reached the legal age he was out the door and moving into a place of his own. Now, there was nothing wrong with his family. He wasn't chased out or anything. He actually had a pretty good relationship with his family minus his younger sister. Leigh loved his family. They had plenty of room and they'd told Leigh over and over he didn't have to take off so soon. Leigh really did enjoy living there. Free room and board, constant company, people who care about him, and the extended family that was My Chemical Romance was always dropping by for a visit. Leigh had it pretty good at home but the young man still made a mad dash as soon as it were possible.. The reason for this being that Leigh was now a rock star. Manic Project was getting picked up by a label and Leigh wasn't about to be a huge star living in his father's basement. He needed his own place so he could come and go as he saw fit without having justify anything. He could bring home who wanted, come home any time he wanted, and come home in any condition he wanted. Leigh was living it up in his apartment. Of course, his most frequent visitor wasn't one of his many hook ups. It was Asher. The younger Iero probably spent at least two-three nights a week out with Leigh for any given reason. Sometimes it was due to problems with the family like he'd had a fight with dad or maybe school was bringing him down and he needed to just be somewhere other than home. Leigh really didn't care what the reason, he just asked for as much advanced notice as his brother could give. He would then run around the apartment trying to clean it and change the sheets on the bed so that Ash would have a place to rest. If possible, Leigh would drop his plans if they were just casual to spend the day at home with Ash. If not, he'd make his appointments snappy so that the teen wasn't home too long alone.
Their sleepovers were the best back then. Ash would come over after school and they'd get chinese take out or a pizza for dinner and stay up until three am playing video games or practicing guitar. Leigh liked to give him little lessons when he came over. The boy was pretty good at jamming although he wasn't quite rock star material yet. Because Ash spent so much time there with Leigh the older male proposed that he move in when he graduated. At the time Leigh was thrilled. Having Ash there would be like a constant sleep over! Oh the idea thrilled him. However, now that Ash was living with him Leigh was singing a slightly different tune. Oh, don't get him wrong. He loved having his brother with him. They got along so well but it certain things did bother him. Like, he could no longer run around the house half dressed and had to make a better effort to clean up after himself. He also had to be careful when bringing dates back to the apartment. Before he'd have them lined up outside but now he had to cordinate with Ash so that the boy could shack up with a friend or dead bolt himself in his room. Leigh had be cautious of how much alcohol he kept in the house and how drunk he got when Ash was home. He didn't want his brother to have to deal with him shit faced as often as he'd been. Leigh lived alone for four years before Ash joined him at it was the things in his routine that were hard to change so quickly. Ash hated flings and one night stands. Leigh thrieved off them. However, Leigh was bending over backward to make sure Ash was happy here. Ash was probably the only person who could get Leigh to change his habits.
Leigh rarely saw any hour before eleven unless there was some pressing need for him to be out of bed. If he had a photoshoot, a recording, a taping, or whatever that was in the rock star job description then he'd haul his ass out of bed bright and early. He also wouldn't get wasted the night before. However, Leigh's eyes were cracking open to greet nine am light leaking through his blinds. Why was...As his brain became more awake he realized why he'd woken. He was having trouble breathing. Why couldn't he breathe? And why did he fall asleep with a stuffed animal on his neck? Wait...he didn't have any. "JOHNNY!" Leigh sat up with a jolt and this motion catapulted, no pun intended, the small animal down to the foot of the bed. It then dashed out the door and left a coughing Leigh rubbing his throat. Damn animal...He looked around as he tried to process last night through the condition of his room. He'd forgotten to close his door which would explain how Johnny got on his neck. He was alone, his jeans were still on, and his shirt was on the lamp. He must have been a bit drunk. Well, at least he was alone. With a groan he slid to the edge of the bed to undo his belt and slip from his jeans. He grabbed a pair of sweat pants and then shuffled from his bed room to join the waking world.
As he entered the hall his eyes fell to the feline who was watching him closely. "Sorry kitty but you scared the shit out of me." Giving the cat a pet on the head as an apology he wanted into the kicthen in search of coffee and advil. His head was throbbing and he needed something to dull the pain. As the sleep cleared from his head more he was capable of more rational though. "Ash..." He called out, his voice slurring slightly. "You awake?" |
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