Post by Melodia on Feb 25, 2008 20:21:57 GMT -5
[WARNING: This is what happens when you go to two Jonas Brothers concerts and get the opportunity to stare at your sister's "Jonas Wall" everyday. Joe starts to get addicting. =) But heck, I'm not complaining.]
Name: Spade (for lack of better name) Valdivier (Val-Dee-Vee-Heir)
Gender: Male
Age (approx.): 19
Appearance: He stands at about 5”11, nicely built with well-toned muscles. His skin is sort of tanned and his eyes are a dark chocolate brown. His chin sort of comes to a point and his face has altogether this gentle handsomeness about it when he isn’t smiling. His hair is dark, dark brown so that it looks black in some lights, mostly straight with wispy bangs and it sticks out in some places. He dresses rather uniquely, sticking to skinny jeans and ties and jackets most of the time, venturing away from the whole modern-era preppy look into something different.
Past: He grew up in a small town in Iowa where his father was a mechanic and his mother stayed at home doing domestic-things. =) He has two brothers, one a few years younger and one a year older than him. They had a pretty normal childhood, complete with school and friends and the whole nine yards. When he was about fourteen he started a garage-band with his brothers singing vocals, and his younger sibling taught him to play guitar. They played some local places and were eventually discovered by a talent scout who signed their first album with them, and after that it was like Beatle Mania all over again. They soared to the top of the charts in weeks and were selling out shows like no tomorrow, and by the age of seventeen he and his brothers were literally Livin’ the Dream. They sold their home in Iowa and moved to Cali (seeing as that’s where the millionaires go) and became the stalking objectives of teenage girls across the world.
Things seemed to be going perfectly. So something had to come along and cut their joyride short, right?
It happened onstage at a sold-out show in Arizona. The light were flashing he was running around the stage, his vocals wearing low as the song reached its climax; he jumped up a ramp next to his brother playing the drums and wavered, the room suddenly spinning about him and the music becoming a confused mess in his head. And so, in the middle of the show, he collapsed.
He was hospitalized and, obviously, no one was refunded for their tickets since it was well into the concert. It was all a blur to him. He heard the sirens and the incoherent mumble of his brothers, the lights and sounds all melting into one big symphony. His head was pounding and his eyes stung and his entire frame was trembling as they strapped him into the ambulance. And that was the last thing Spade remembered, until he awoke in the hospital a few days later. His room was literally covered wall-to-wall in flowers from fans. He blinked and sat up, swallowing the dryness in his throat. He sat alone for awhile and then flipped on the TV. The news was on—
“Teen sensation Spade Valdivier, the lead singer of the group Devious, a band formed with his brothers, collapsed during a concert a few days ago in Arizona. His family and manager refused to release any details except that he is staying at St. Philip’s Hospital here in Tempe. Behind me, you can see the crowds lining up to catch a glimpse of the singer, whose condition is yet to be released.”
His dark, hollow eyes stared at the screen for awhile until they moved onto news about the presidential campaign. And then very slowly he got out of the bed, fully aware that he was wearing a freaking hospital gown and went to the window to see a trillion screaming girls holding flowers and posters exclaiming anything from, “Get Well Spade!” to “Marry Me! 420-555-5555!” He blinked sort of unemotionally at the scene. After all, he wasn’t feeling well and it was all sort of typical to his lifestyle.
It wasn’t until later he learned of his, err, condition.
Spade had heard of gifted before. Paranormals. Whatever they were called. They actually had a concert booked in Lordight but their bodyguards refused to go and they had to cancel the show. But when his parents and the doctor sat him down with grim looks adorning their faces, he was hoping for like, malnourishment or dehydration. What he got was plain and simple; a recent mutation in his genes, something they, at the Paranormal Department, had seen before, something that wasn’t pretty.
It was still very clear to him, sitting there in the hard, uncomfortable bed, the bright colors of flowers taunting him and the wide, deer-in-the-headlights look on his mothers face. The doc was stern and old and somewhat serious yet sympathetic as he explained. “So, really what this defection means here is that every-so-often your DNA is going to, well, change a bit. We’ve been experimenting with others in your condition who volunteer to testing and notice that it can be controlled by the human it affects, to a point. It really cycles around lunar movement, you see, and it a type of canine effect. In myths, if you will…”
Yeah. He was a freaking werewolf.
=) [Felt need for smiley face.]
He couldn’t perform when he was so vulnerable to his…condition. They were developing meds and, as in the way of the world, being famous he was first on the list. They had to cancel coming shows (which broke the hearts of girls everywhere). Only his parents, brothers, manager and the people at the department knew about it. They released to the press that Spade, “needed some time off,” and this led to tabloids and on-line articles saying he went to rehab for alcohol and prescription medicine abuse. Heck, anything was better than the public, their fans, knowing he was what he was. Their first choice was Magikus, but he was too recognizable and over age for highschool. So they built a small residence in Lordight for him to spend the summer while the meds are developed, hoping that this can all be over with soon and they can get back on tour.
Personality: He’s a pretty easy-going guy. Spade likes to have a lot of fun and is one of those spur-of-the-moment people, which is what you get from a taste of celebrity since childhood. Though there's always been this more sincere, intelligent, deeply conscious part of him that emerges sometimes. Since this werewolf-thing took hold of him he’s been more secluded, living by hisself in his nice, modern little house.
Current Life: He gets lonely a lot, used to having constant attention before the illness hit. His brothers and parents still visit whenever they can, but he spends a lot of his days alone, writing songs and stuff. And most of his nights? Well, let’s just say he isn’t entirely…human. =)
Pet (if any): None
Other: He wears big sunglasses and hats in public. Devious has fans all over the world, Lordight no exception. If he was to walk out in broad daylight he’d surely be mobbed and his cover would be blown, because celebs don’t go to rehab in Lordight. Haha.
Name: Spade (for lack of better name) Valdivier (Val-Dee-Vee-Heir)
Gender: Male
Age (approx.): 19
Appearance: He stands at about 5”11, nicely built with well-toned muscles. His skin is sort of tanned and his eyes are a dark chocolate brown. His chin sort of comes to a point and his face has altogether this gentle handsomeness about it when he isn’t smiling. His hair is dark, dark brown so that it looks black in some lights, mostly straight with wispy bangs and it sticks out in some places. He dresses rather uniquely, sticking to skinny jeans and ties and jackets most of the time, venturing away from the whole modern-era preppy look into something different.
Past: He grew up in a small town in Iowa where his father was a mechanic and his mother stayed at home doing domestic-things. =) He has two brothers, one a few years younger and one a year older than him. They had a pretty normal childhood, complete with school and friends and the whole nine yards. When he was about fourteen he started a garage-band with his brothers singing vocals, and his younger sibling taught him to play guitar. They played some local places and were eventually discovered by a talent scout who signed their first album with them, and after that it was like Beatle Mania all over again. They soared to the top of the charts in weeks and were selling out shows like no tomorrow, and by the age of seventeen he and his brothers were literally Livin’ the Dream. They sold their home in Iowa and moved to Cali (seeing as that’s where the millionaires go) and became the stalking objectives of teenage girls across the world.
Things seemed to be going perfectly. So something had to come along and cut their joyride short, right?
It happened onstage at a sold-out show in Arizona. The light were flashing he was running around the stage, his vocals wearing low as the song reached its climax; he jumped up a ramp next to his brother playing the drums and wavered, the room suddenly spinning about him and the music becoming a confused mess in his head. And so, in the middle of the show, he collapsed.
He was hospitalized and, obviously, no one was refunded for their tickets since it was well into the concert. It was all a blur to him. He heard the sirens and the incoherent mumble of his brothers, the lights and sounds all melting into one big symphony. His head was pounding and his eyes stung and his entire frame was trembling as they strapped him into the ambulance. And that was the last thing Spade remembered, until he awoke in the hospital a few days later. His room was literally covered wall-to-wall in flowers from fans. He blinked and sat up, swallowing the dryness in his throat. He sat alone for awhile and then flipped on the TV. The news was on—
“Teen sensation Spade Valdivier, the lead singer of the group Devious, a band formed with his brothers, collapsed during a concert a few days ago in Arizona. His family and manager refused to release any details except that he is staying at St. Philip’s Hospital here in Tempe. Behind me, you can see the crowds lining up to catch a glimpse of the singer, whose condition is yet to be released.”
His dark, hollow eyes stared at the screen for awhile until they moved onto news about the presidential campaign. And then very slowly he got out of the bed, fully aware that he was wearing a freaking hospital gown and went to the window to see a trillion screaming girls holding flowers and posters exclaiming anything from, “Get Well Spade!” to “Marry Me! 420-555-5555!” He blinked sort of unemotionally at the scene. After all, he wasn’t feeling well and it was all sort of typical to his lifestyle.
It wasn’t until later he learned of his, err, condition.
Spade had heard of gifted before. Paranormals. Whatever they were called. They actually had a concert booked in Lordight but their bodyguards refused to go and they had to cancel the show. But when his parents and the doctor sat him down with grim looks adorning their faces, he was hoping for like, malnourishment or dehydration. What he got was plain and simple; a recent mutation in his genes, something they, at the Paranormal Department, had seen before, something that wasn’t pretty.
It was still very clear to him, sitting there in the hard, uncomfortable bed, the bright colors of flowers taunting him and the wide, deer-in-the-headlights look on his mothers face. The doc was stern and old and somewhat serious yet sympathetic as he explained. “So, really what this defection means here is that every-so-often your DNA is going to, well, change a bit. We’ve been experimenting with others in your condition who volunteer to testing and notice that it can be controlled by the human it affects, to a point. It really cycles around lunar movement, you see, and it a type of canine effect. In myths, if you will…”
Yeah. He was a freaking werewolf.
=) [Felt need for smiley face.]
He couldn’t perform when he was so vulnerable to his…condition. They were developing meds and, as in the way of the world, being famous he was first on the list. They had to cancel coming shows (which broke the hearts of girls everywhere). Only his parents, brothers, manager and the people at the department knew about it. They released to the press that Spade, “needed some time off,” and this led to tabloids and on-line articles saying he went to rehab for alcohol and prescription medicine abuse. Heck, anything was better than the public, their fans, knowing he was what he was. Their first choice was Magikus, but he was too recognizable and over age for highschool. So they built a small residence in Lordight for him to spend the summer while the meds are developed, hoping that this can all be over with soon and they can get back on tour.
Personality: He’s a pretty easy-going guy. Spade likes to have a lot of fun and is one of those spur-of-the-moment people, which is what you get from a taste of celebrity since childhood. Though there's always been this more sincere, intelligent, deeply conscious part of him that emerges sometimes. Since this werewolf-thing took hold of him he’s been more secluded, living by hisself in his nice, modern little house.
Current Life: He gets lonely a lot, used to having constant attention before the illness hit. His brothers and parents still visit whenever they can, but he spends a lot of his days alone, writing songs and stuff. And most of his nights? Well, let’s just say he isn’t entirely…human. =)
Pet (if any): None
Other: He wears big sunglasses and hats in public. Devious has fans all over the world, Lordight no exception. If he was to walk out in broad daylight he’d surely be mobbed and his cover would be blown, because celebs don’t go to rehab in Lordight. Haha.
