Post by Danton Lloyd on Oct 31, 2008 13:29:48 GMT -5
Danton Crew Lloyd
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"I don't wanna live like my father,"[/size]
"I don't wanna give up before I die"
•• i just watched her make the same mistakes again[/i][/color] ••[/center][/size]
name Danton Crew Lloyd[/b][/i]
nicknames Danny
gender male
age nineteen
date of birth 17th May 1989
sexuality straight
major or grade college first year, music major
Clique anarchist•• what's wrong, what's wrong now? ••
hair colour blonde
eye colour hazel
build tall, big built, muscled
height 6ft 4
weight 11st 3/ 157lbs
paragraph A particularly striking appearance, Danton has layered, chin length tye dye locks framing a chiselled jaw and soulful hazel eyes. Many people accuse Danny of dying his hair, however, although he is indeed guilty of the odd highlight and alot of hair spray, he is a natural blonde. Tall and well built, Danny is often described as a very sexy young man, if you like that type of thing. His dark brows and lashes encourage onlookers to gaze at him and meet his own, charming, lustful stare. He has his own kind of magic.
played by Charlie Simpson
Canon or Original original
•• too many, too many problems ••
[/b][/i]home town Essex, South East England
mother Annabelle Crew, heriess to the Crew Oil industry
father Mitchell Lloyd, a self made man running a succesful PR company, LPR
brothers Danton has no brothers
sisters Ruana Crew Lloyd, a junior in highschool
other Danton's maternal grandparents, Richard and Louise Crew, who reside here in Miami
•• don't know where she belongs ••
[/b][/i][/center]history In the beginning there was a party. Nothing wild or in any way enjoyable, you understand, but a party none the less. The young Annabelle Crew, who had attended boarding school in a rambling old building, set deep in England's most rural corner until she was eighteen, was in London visiting an old school friend and had graced the charity ball with her presence at Jessica's proposal. Mitchell Lloyd, on the other hand, attended the event intending to contribute to the cause the ball was in aid of. He was older than her, she the tender age of twenty two, he a well rounded, experienced thirty nine. None could be more different or ill suited than this pair, however, they found love on the dance floor that night, as he whirled her around to the orchestra, under the large chandeleir.
Nine months later, almost exactly to the very day, Danton was born. A home birth in what most would describe as a large brick house, but, in comparison to the homes of Annabelle's childhood, was merely a charming let down. The older Crew's never approved of Mitchell, a self made man, with nothing but a PR company and a five bedroom home to his name. The pair did not marry but instead gave their son Crew as a middle name, so he would not feel unwanted by the family that had shunned his father. Raised by a bored powder puff princess alone, as his father was always too busy with his PR company, Danton found ways to amuse himself from a very young age. However, when he was two years old, his mother gave birth to a little girl named Ruane, and although he didn't know it at the time, his whole world changed forever.
Big brother. The most important job in the world. When it comes down to it, there is no one in your entire life that shapes you more than your family, and in a family such as the Lloyd children were born into, with a father who never had any time and a mother who never had any interest, your older siblings are who you look up to. From the very first moment Danton's hazel eyes met the cool bluey grey ones of his baby sister, he felt a deep sense of love and duty. A duty to protect. All throughout their younger years, their parents nothing more than interesting things to look at from time to time, Danton and Ruane were inseparable. Her very first word was not the expected "ma ma" or "da da", it was "dan dan". When he started school, at the age of four, Danton experienced his very first heart break. Six hours a day, five days a week seperated from Ruane. They do say it is the more fortunate of children who cause trouble in a classroom, and this is exactly what Danton did. He acted out. When he was six and showed no sign of improvement, his materialistic mother threw money at the issue. One day, on her way for a nail appointment, Annabelle dropped Danton at a renound child therapist. He did not take kindly to the idea. Not the type of child to make friends easily, he played alone in the playground until Ruane joined him in their primary school, however, she was a popular child and he soon stopped speaking to her in school.
It was not until he started secondary school and he began to grow into his looks that Danton found out what it was like to have all eyes on him. He began to learn to play the guitar in the very same year, when he was eleven. Although he did not have many friends, he had alot of what could be described as admirers. When he walked into a room, in his slouched, broody way he did, a deadly hush would fall over his classmates and thirty pairs of eyes would turn and watch him seat himself. When, at the age of fourteen, Danton took up smoking, he would spend break and lunch times hidden around the corner of the large building with other rebelious teens such as himself. He was well known around the school, and he had never had to tell someone his name, that is, until he met Eve. Long red curls and bright green eyes. Danton was hooked. At home, however, life was not going so well for the Lloyd children. During their younger days, their home had been serenely quiet, filled with the sounds of music playing, the phone ringing and childish laughter. Now, at fifteen years of age, Danton listened to his parents scream at each other, love was draining out of his life, much to his bitter resentment. Eve left him three days before his sixteenth birthday, although he couldn't bring himself to shed a tear over her. He felt only a boiled anger deep in his gut, as he watched her flirt with other guys at their school, of course, he was not short of pretty little things flirting with him, although they did not interest him.
At sixteen and a half, Danton woke up to a day he would never forget. The sounds of his parents screaming match, which had become like a ritual to them, had not rung throughout the house, as they usually did. Mitchell Lloyd sat slumped on the breakfast bar in the kitchen, his head in his hands, his cheeks a reddy colour and his eyes shining with unshed tears. Danton stood in the doorway watching his father, not his dad, Mitchell had never heard that word escape Danton's lips. It was never heard from Ruane either, but then she prefered to simper and call him Daddy. The men's eyes met. They were the same colour. In most family scenes such as these, the men would embrace, however, here, Mitchell simply cleared his throat and declared Danton's mother had departed to Italy with rich young man that her parent's had introduced her to. You would not expect that much would change, and it would probably shock you more than it did Danton to learn that his life did change, alot. Ruane was distraught at the loss of their mother, for a fourteen year old girl needs her mother. No matter how pampered and immature said mother may be. For Danton, it merely seemed to him the house was a little emptier than usual.
When he was eighteen his father flew out to Japan for a business conference and never returned, however, nothing much surprised Danton anymore, and the short letter he wrote to his mother resulted in two one way plane tickets to Miami, for he and Ruane to live with their grandparents, now, a year on, the two are much accustomed to the heat and the accents, and have begun their American education.
personality Danton, primarily, is a protector. All throughout his life he has been one and he will continue to be one, even when he is no longer needed. Fiercely loyal, if you are lucky enough to make a friend of him, you will have a friend for life, and one you know you can count on. Love for Danton, is a rare occurance. He takes a very theoretical view on things such as love, religion, war and sex. He can't see the point in beautifying things. To Danton, the world and all the people in it are just ugly. His speech and actions are always strangely simple, considering how intelligent he is, it is uncertain whether he speaks this way because he is lazy or if he just likes the blunt way it sounds. One thing about him that is certain, however, is his passion for music, and playing his guitar. It was the only thing he brought with him from England, clothes, jewellery, all that can be replaced, but there is no other like Vanessa. She was his first, and only, guitar. He can often be found playing her with the lazy composition those who have known Danny for a long time will come to recognise as just another of his mannerisms, as he is not really lazy, a cigarette clamped firmly between his lips and his legs up resting on whatever surface is reachable. He has been found in some rather extraordinary positions.
The owner of a seemingly strange talent, Danton has a brain for retaining facts. Any facts, be they trivia or of great importance. When other children his age were sat with their eyes glued to the Wacky Races and Sesame Street, Danny would sit and watch the news with his nanny, Grace. At high school, his favourite subject, aside from music, was always world history. A deep need to be informed, to do something about things has always filled Danton's gut, and when there are things he can do nothing about, just standing by and watching fills him up with rage which he can only release in his music and his next campaign. Danton is not a violent boy. At all times he carries with him a small, battered, ring bound book with a tatty black cover. It is obvious the pages already in the book have already been used by the vast amount of folded lined sheets tucked in here and there. This is his diary, of sorts, but instead of writing regular day to day occurances, as most would in their diary, Danton expresses himself within the pages. Every single emotion he feels, he converts into a new song, the lyrics and the music come straight from his heart, and it is perhaps because of this, when he plays in public, so many will stop and stare at this gorgeous young man making music so beautiful. In fact, that is where most of his money comes from, busking. He does have a substantial nest egg in a bank account awaiting him when he turns twenty one, but he most likely will not spend it, perhaps a pretty home and a nice car, but other than that, it will sit there for years to come. Neither is Danny a materialistic boy.
All of this is true of the young Mr. Lloyd, however, none of it means he does not know how to have fun. In fact, most nights, weekday or otherwise, Danton can be found with his close friends somewhere, a bottle almost glued to one hand as he makes his way through it steadily, his vision becoming all the more blurrier as he does so. He's not one to refuse a joint, or maybe a little of something else, either. When people question him on this rather contradictive part of his personality, he will simply shrug casually and answer with two words. Letting go. Danny loves to just let go of all the anger and the emotion that builds up inside of him, he lives for two things, to make ripples, change the way people think, and then to spend the evening banishing all the anguish the previous task has caused him.
likes thunder storms,
tomato soup,
loud music,
drugs and alcohol,
green peace,
playing his guitar,
having a blast with his friends,
changing people's views,
jacket potatoes,
going to gigs,
talking to new people.
dislikes litter,
days that are too hot,
peas,
lazy people,
the nine to five lifestyle,
keeping emotions locked in,
materialistic people,
team sports,
relying on others,
organised religions,
freshly cut grass, he has hayfever
fears global warming,
losing his baby sister,
wasps,
zombies
hopes he can make the world a better place,
they will lower the drinking age in America,
he can make a living from Vanessa,
he will find someone here that he can share his views, and maybe his life, with
secrets he has a tattoo on his right butt cheek which was the result of a very drunken night, other than that, he's a pretty open person.[/size]
•• she wants to go home
[/i][/color] ••[/center][/size]your name Kristen, but you can call me Kristy
age not needed
Random fact: piercings and tattoos are lurve
experience since i was about thirteen
password keyboardrehab
sample It was hot. Too hot. So hot in fact, even in his grandparents large, air conditioned entrance hall, Danton's tshirt was stuck to his back with sweat. A large pint of coke in one hand, Danton was casually making his way to the staircase that would take him up towards his bedroom when the doorbell rung.
Usually, the task of opening the door to visitors was Hannah's, his grandparent's foul tempered, middle aged house keeper, however, since his first week here in Miami, when she crossed him by trying to trick him into eating meat by hiding it in with his dinner, Danton had taken it upon himself to make the old bat's life as difficult as he could. One foot on the lower stair, he swivelled his body back to facing the door, and quickly looked around, he heard the unmistakable sound of moth eaten old hush puppies scuffling along the polished marble floor and made his decision. Despite the intense, reaction delaying heat, Danton dashed for the front door before Hannah could reach it. The visitor was obviously surprised to see him standing there bare foot in tattered, frayed old grey jeans and a sweat soaked old olive green top, his naturally touselled hair sticking to his neck and forehead with sweat. However, he wasn't nearly as suprised to see Danton, as Danton was to see him. The man standing at the doorstep was someone he'd destested way before he ever met him, and those feelings were clear in his greeting.
"what are you doing here, Jason?"
Jason Garcia lived along the same street as the Crew family, and could often be spotted in his shiny red convertable, accompanied by many beautiful, gold digging young ladies. The very same shiny red convertable that Danton could spot, parked on the gravel just behind Jason, next to the large water feature that sat in the middle of the front courtyard at the bottom of the two mile drive, starting from the front of the Crew property and ending at the front door. Jason flashed him an uneasy smile, displaying his two rows of dead straight, pearly white teeth, a tanned hand rubbing the back of his neck as he squinted at Danton in the overbearing sunlight.
"I, uh, just came by to see Ru..."
he trailed off at the look in Danton's eye. Danton turned and looked back in the hall to see his baby sister standing on the bottom step of the staircase, a look of panic on her stunning little face. He was pleased to note, however, she was not dressed as the other girls Jason took out was dressed. There was no strip of denim barely covering her behind, or the skimpy little halter neck, which allowed her boobs to spill out and be gawped at. No, instead, Ruane was dressed in a sweet white baby doll dress, with thin little spaghetti straps and neat little white pumps. Danton returned his gaze to the darkly handsome man before him.
"I'm not so sure you did, Jason, you see, Ruane has plans"
He silenced the squawk of protest behind him with a quick glare, thrown over his shoulder, before he stepped out on to the baking stone porch, he swore a little in his head as it burnt the soles of his bare feet.
"Leave, Jason, and stay away from her. She is so far out of reach for you, you wouldn't even be able to touch her if you used a barge pole. Get out of my sight, before I have to make you leave using methods, in normal circumstances, I would be against"
Jason sneered at Danton
"She's seventeen you know, she's old enough to make her own decisions, live her own life, you're pathetic, Crew"
He narrowed his eyes at the latino
"But not yet old enough, by the law of this country, to make the decision you want her to"
he spat
"and my last name, is Lloyd"
with that parting shot he pushed open the heavy front door and stepped back inside the hall, which before he had ventured out, had been stifling, and was now rather cool. Slamming the door behind him, his hazel eyes met four other pairs. The cool bluey grey ones of his sister, who's date had been cancelled so abruptly, the steely dark ones of Hannah, who had been made a spectacle of, yet again, and the deeply unimpressed ones of his grandparents.
Old Mr. Crew cleared his throat and looked his grandson in the eye.
"I think"
he began, almost cautiously assesing the situation
"It's time you both went back to school"[/blockquote]
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