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Legendary Lechery Application
Topic Started: May 17 2010, 09:11 PM (167 Views)
Legendary Lechery
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Username: Legendary Lechery
Preferred Name: Dante, Chelle, Lech
Age (optional): 17 soon to be 18
Years role-playing: 7 to 8 years
Favorite Genre: Yaoi, anything yaoi related. Though I have been known to rp just about anything.
Least favorite genre: I haven't really found one, though if it's Twilight related I will cut off my fingers before role-playing it.
Anything you’d like to add: Sadly I am a Myspace role-play veteran and because of the few people I role-played with I now lack writing self-esteem. T_T
oh and I tend to curse a lot, just a warning.

I hope it's enough. >_<
Role-playing Sample:

The blinding light of the backroom stung like a mother, this had to be the worst time for a hangover. Having recently stumbled out of the bathroom, the leather clad lead singer of this dying band, had already started yelling at the other members. Rick was always a bastard while dealing with a hangover, but he was the best they had, and he knew it.

"Oi! Dickweed, I don't want any of your slow shit tonight. And you Tightass, you're the fuckin' bass for fuck's sake, you crap out on me like you did last time and I'll murder you." Rick ran a sweaty palm through his dark brown hair, guilt way already filling his deep green eyes, he didn't like being a dick but because of his current unstable emotions he always ended up being one.

"Rick chill. Stop knocking everyone down, it's just going to make things worse. Jordan isn't playing tonight anyway, or did you forget what you did to his hand last night?" The voice of reason, also known as Lance, finally spoke up. The skillful guitarist was always one to step in to Rick's angry spats. "You gotta clam down, we all feel like shit, no one needs help feeling worse."

At Lance's words Rick tensed and soon relaxed again, "I'm...fuck, I'm sorry guys I just can't seem to focus anymore, let's get out there and play, and for once try to enjoy ourselves." The four other men nodded in agreement before leaving to the side stage. Lance stayed with Rick, an almost teasing smile crossed his lips, as he continued trying to seem worried.

Rick covered his face with his hand trying to force the thoughts of his misfortune from his mind. Rick was going through somewhat of a divorce, after all he wasn't married but a six year relationship might as well come with papers. Kyle had been the man of his dreams and yet he left him, to move to some obscure South American country with his wife.

"Stop moping ya fairy." Lance had grown rather annoyed with Ricks constant self-pity, and wanted to give him something more to look at. Lance squared his hip against the brunette's, his skilled hands finding their way in Rick's back pockets. Crystal blues met tormented green as Lance brought their foreheads together. "You need to get laid, man." Rick jerked at the words pushing against the larger built blond.

Rick's slender waist almost felt consumed by Lance's hips. Worn finger tips dug into the swell of Rick's ass when said brunette pushed again.

"Look we have to be on stage in five, so could you stop this." Rick didn't like to plead, but with the fact that Lance scared him shitless and the small reminder tugging at his mind that a mans hips against his was positively amazing, it was really all he could do. Lance pressed a light nip at the corner of his mouth before actually letting go.

"Hmm, you no fun." Lance faked a pout before walking on stage, shortly followed but the shaky brunette. He relaxed as he took his place on the stage, the music blared form behind him and all he felt was sweet adrenalin.

The crowd became one as they moved, swaying and grinding like some ecstasy trippin' amoeba, this was why he still played, this and only this. Rick poured everything into that mic, thoughts of Kyle and Lance were silenced as he sang. They screamed, and wept with him, fueling his passion and pulling it out. He wanted to be with them, apart of that glorious body.

Though there was no way Rick could have even dreamed of continuing, he felt the concert ended too quickly, soon he felt like it never happened. He rushed a shower and bolted to the nearest gay bar, knowing no one in his band, no matter how gay, would never follow. Maybe Lance was right about one thing, Rick really did need to get laid, but oh how he didn't want to.

He perched himself upon a bar stool and ordered his usual vodka filled beverage. He earned a few looks, it seems tight fitting jeans and a white tee had been an okay choice, he never did dress to impress, but he got by. He turned his attention to the dance floor halfheartedly wanting to join it.
"Don't wear you heart out honey, you ain't gotta sleeve to put it on." -Sold Found Slashes
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**accepted*

A little tip on grammar that I noticed, watch where you are placing commas. I know that I, myself, tend to have the same problem. Just make sure to reread and question whether it belongs.

Other than that...

Welcome to HV! Enjoy, hun.
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