Post by Harley Venson on Dec 24, 2010 4:15:29 GMT 2
Harley Venson
Full name: Harley George Venson
Nicknames: Harl. Venny
Gender: Male!
Age: Twenty Six
Nationality: American
Hair: Dark chocolate brown colour thats midlength to just above his ears. It's usually shaggy but somehow styled.
Eyes: Dark brown.
Height: Five foot ten.
Weight: About 12 stone.
Build: Muscular but thin, Harley has a strong physical presence for his rodeo.
General likes: Horse Riding, general entertainment, making others laugh, long conversations, watching different types of rodeo shows from beginners to expert, Having a packed crowd, drinking, smoking, being generally happy, dancing and music.
General dislikes: Seeing something going wrong at his shows, empty crowds, being bored, sitting still.
Personality: Harley is one of those guys that everyone knows and has a story about. Strives on making others having fun, Harley has a strange ability to make most people at least smirk and will almost always see a positive situation regardless of other factors. Constantly happy, it is rare for him to be seen as in a mood or angry.
If there was an award for speaking, Venson would claim it year in year out. Although normally seen with a beer or cigarette in his hand, Harley does not need alcohol to get a conversation going with a complete stranger. As it was always predicted, Harley's bubbly energy and constant happiness with his place in the world makes him a good guy to know and had always been expected to go into the entertainment business.
Harley is normally found watching the others attempt to ride the bucking horses with a smile on his face. Extremely modest, most people always comment that Harley doesn't know how much of a good rider he actually is although give him a compliment and Venson would most likely simply shy away. Harley is simply just happy to be where he is, however can occasionally take things far too much to heart
History: Harley's family moved into the area when he turned eleven much to his bemusement. His confusion did not stem from them moving but the fact they were moving to this particular place. It was a close knit community that seemed to get along, something that contrasted greatly to where he grew up in the city. However, it could be argued that Harley was never a city boy to begin with, travelling miles every weekend to get to the closest stables where he would ride horses. It was his passion and his life but had been since a young age when even his mother used to take him on a horse, pretty much even before he could walk.
Living in a ranch town was seen as wonderful to Harley and his family, mainly because it meant Venson could step outside of his house and be with the horses. His cheerful and carefree nature meant that the family quickly settled in, his father helping out with the police work whilst he would learn the art of show jumping and barrel riding. Every one knows each other in the town and someone, no matter their age, has a private joke or anecdote about or with Harley. Whether you're a stranger or a fifth generation to live here, Venson was always very happy to talk to people.
His father died only recently after a terrible road accident, leaving his mother to live on her own. Refusing to allow it, Harley bought the house next to a big plot of land he had finally bought and moved her in with him, his mother; Kelly, helping out in the house and fussing over her 'little' boy.
Harley now owns a country famous rodeo show in the small town, having plenty of people running the errands for him as well as other bit and pieces. Although he owns the place, Harley doesn't necessarily have to do much work other then the accounts and ensuring everything is running smoothly, especially as they get consistently high crowds every time a show is on. Harley is unaware about the amount of stories many people tell about him as he is generally considered as one of the best riders people have ever seen, although most of the young 'uns have yet to witness Harley partake in the rodeo. Maybe, one day he will treat them.
Roleplay sample: Noah wasn't stupid. He knew he looked like a mess at best. He could hear the screaming from the crowd from where he was walking... Noah was late. But then, in reality, he honestly felt like he had reason. He was going to be a dad? Noah Charlton? A father? It was the most ridiculous situation ever. Fuck, when Jasey had first told him he'd been convinced she was joking around... it had always been a joke with everyone about Noah one day having to step up and he was always laughed it off. In his mind, Noah would have been content that he would never have kids, honestly, he didn't believe he would ever be ready or mature enough. Sure, it would be with the girl he loves, Jasey but still! A child! With that thought, Noah took a swig of the Jack Daniels bottle he had been carrying from Arkansas. Whatever was happening, he couldn't miss a show. The fans didn't deserve that. That wasn't to say that he thought Jasey deserved him running off for three days but logic was never his forte really.
Licking his lips, Noah just about squeezed through the tech boxes, frowning when he was stopped briefly by one of the security guards. Oh shit... he didn't have his pass for this set. Glancing around, Noah took in the wide eyed gaze of one of Stories Untold technicians who pulled him through and up the stairs, Noah just about keeping hold of his bottle as his guitar was thrown over his body. He could just about see the others having taken stage and about to let the lights come up for the show to begin, so avoiding eye contact with them all, Noah managed to walk on stage quickly to the loud screams. Luckily he was never a talkative one on stage so the fans, on that front, wouldn't have noticed... though he looked like absolutely shit. He'd spent the last two days in another state screamingly drunk with two swedish hitchhikers and his appearance was suffering because of that. Licking his lips, Noah waited until Kelley started the song and set off, keeping his eyes off the rest of the band the entire time... shit, he didn't even make eye contact with the front row when normally he'd be winking and flirting the entire time. Noah lent his voicw when it was needed, his eyes aimed downwards. It was probably the shittest crowd interaction he could have done, but Noah knew he had expressionful eyes... Jasey had told him that enough and people didn't need to see the fucking mess that was between his eyes right now.
Noah oulled off the last note of the song, his green eyes darker then usual, smiling a little superficially at the mass cheering from the crowd before pulling his guitar off and handing it to the tech backstage, before taking a few steps. He reeked of alcohol and sweat, as well as travel so he really needed a shower which he could also think about what the fuck was gonna happen. Walking further, Noah did his hair flip before glancing over his shoulder, his face blank as he saw Garret walking a few paces behind him, his eyes boring into Noah. Garret knew. He knew he was thinking of taking off again. Stopping at the door with his hand on the handle, Noah glanced at Garret for a moment again, especially when his best friend stopped quite obviously when Noah stopped. "... I'm just gonna have a fuckin shower." Rolling his eyes, particularly at the pounding headache as he put the fresh shirt and jeans on the side, Noah stripped and climbed in the shower. Jasey was pregnant. This shit made him scrub his head even stronger then usual, the sweet smell of shampoo washing over him. Climbing out ten minutes later, Noah whispered a "fuck off" quietly at the banging of the door with Garret checking he was still alive.
Pulling his new clothes on, Noah took another swig of the jack's bottle before rushing over to the window of the small shower. Looking down, he saw the drop down to the mainstage was about 1 foot... barely anything. Yanking it open, Noah pulled himself up, glad he could fit through so very easily with his size. Noah glanced up just as he was getting his second leg through as the door barged open and an angry guitarist's face was met with his own. "I'm sorry, Garret." The sad thing was, he truly was. Dropping, Noah bent his knees to make the fall more comfortable on his feet, before turning around and running. However, as he paused to try and look where exactly he was, Noah felt a strong weight collide with his middle, tackling him to the ground. Instinctively, he rolled over, kicking his legs out as best as he could against the very garret shaped person that had taken him down. "Fuck off!" He managed to ground out between his teeth as the two of them rolled it out on the floor of backstage. AN elbow crashed against his side, winding him and making him lose his breath for a moment when he felt himself being rolled onto his front once again. Noah felt his hands being pulled behind him to the small of his back and he lifted his head up a bit to see a few techs watching with great interest, Noah just about getting his breath back. He never won in wrestling against Garret. 'We'll do this the hard way then, Fucker." Noah barely had time to think about that before he felt something move very tight around his wrists, pulling them together behind him. He could just about make it out to be a cable tie, presumably from one of the techs.
Noah threw Garret daggers and a wince of pain as his hands were tied underneath him as he was once again rolled onto his back. "What the fuck are you doing?" Looking down his body at Garret's two hands pulled him up, before he was thrown over the guy's shoulder rather harshly and carried out of the backstage. "Let me the fuck down you twat!" Glancing up from his awkward position, Noah tried to shout at the fans all laughing and staring at them like it was a big joke. "Help! Help! He's kidnapping me!" But no, they just laughed and waved. With his hands behind his back, Noah could barely move over Garret's shoulder so there was little he could do but wait and see where he was taking him. Chewing his lip, Noah kept silent and stopped flailing, his body too defeated to try and not get anywhere anymore. He felt Garret's arms on his legs change position and next thing he knew he was being set down and moved to step away, only for a strong arm to shove him backwards so he slammed backwards into the bus. "It's time to fucking man up now. Get your ass in their and figure shit out." Glaring, Noah tried to move forwards again but felt the arm push him back again. The look in Garret's eyes was serious... which was never a good thing. A good minute of solid staring, Noah's shoulders slumped and he nodded slightly, his gaze moving down to the grassy floor underneath them. Feeling him being flipped around, which he let happen, his hands were suddenly free and his arms were being gripped and being directed into a bus which he could now see was Sold Out Scenery's bus... Jasey's bus.
Wiping his face and under his eyes in the hope it might help a little bit, he climbed the steps of the bus whilst rubbing his wrists where the tie had been wrapped around. Scratching his leg shamefully, he slowly walked toward the bunk area, glad no-one else seemed to be there. Stopping at Jasey's, he let his eyes gaze over her back turned body for a moment. God, he'd only been gone two days and he had missed her like hell. Who was he kidding if he seriously thought he could hide and stay away from her. Sitting slowly on the side of her bunk so she would know someone was there, Noah didn't say anything for a moment. "... I know I'm the last person you ever want to speak to again..." His fingers fiddled with one another as he spoke awkwardly, unsure what to say exactly. He felt more and more like a stupid fuck every second. "You have every right to hate me... to never want to speak to me again.... I just.... I make mistakes, Jasey." He paused and sighed, rubbing his neck slightly. "I make mistakes every fuckin day. I eat other peoples food... I drink other people's drinks... I... Shit... I think India is in South America..." He resisted the loud laugh at that one. The awkward silence in that interview between him and Jasey had been bad enough before they'd laughed about it for days. "I make the mistake of thinking if I run, the problem will just... go away. Even though it never, ever does." Noah exhaled slowly, his hand hovering over his shoulder just wanting to touch slightly but he didn't, in case that pushed over the line. "... And I know, I'm going to make mistakes. I'll be a fucking terrible dad... but I'll do my best... if you let me... if you accept my apology... because I fucked up. And I fucked up one of the first most perfect things I've ever had... I mean with you.. cos i got scared. But... I figure we could try together... you know... if you let me. It's totally up to you still..."
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