Application.

Thu, 01 May 2008 13:00:33 GMT

OOC:

Name: Samantha.
Screen name: pete stds.
Timezone: EST - Florida.

IC:

Character's name: Frank Iero.
Character's age: Twenty-six.
Character's sexuality: ~~Not picky--~~ Bisexual.
Character's journal: fredleroftw.
Character's AIM screen name: ieroieroiero.
Character's job: Co-owner of the whole establishment~
Where do we know your character from?: Rhythm guitarist for My Chemical Romance.
Picture of your character: Scene kid.
Character bio: Frank's life has never been hard in any sense of the word, besides the fact he grew up in Jersey, and having a hard time comes with the territory of that state. It's not like Frank grew up without any money or not having basically all that he wanted, because he did, in a way, and that's why he's as successful as he is today -- his parents always pushed him to continue on and accomplish as much as he could (and still can), because they've always believed in him. Besides growing up in Jersey, most of everything else came easily to Frank and he didn't have a problem.

At the tender age of five, Frank learned that he wanted to be a pilot; he wanted to fly planes, be able to travel, and be in the air at all times. Besides, hadn't it been every kid's dream to be able to fly? And since it physically wasn't (and still isn't) possible for Frank to sprout wings and fly, as his mother would say, he decided it'd be a good idea to be a pilot. When one plan failed, Frank usually came up with other ones to replace the failures he made, because everyone made mistakes, him included.

Frank had continued on wanting to be a pilot for most of his childhood years, up until he turned eight, when he decided he wanted to be a police officer. Really, what boy didn't want to fight crime for the city and do everything he could to stop all of the Evils in the World? Frank's father also told him he wanted to be a police officer at one point in his life, although he clearly never followed through with that, considering Frank was there (which wasn't to say that he was an accident; his parents were simply young when they had him). Being a pilot was out the window, so to speak, and becoming a police officer was in for the remaining few years, until Frank decided that Jersey had far too much crime for him to handle, taking into account he was rarely ever allowed outside past five pm, even as a teenager, and the bodies in the river down the street from him really didn't make the job seem anymore appealing.

Frank had stopped thinking about his occupation for when he Grew Up when his parents got a divorce, and he was thirteen, so he didn't have time to think about foolish things like that while going back and forth between his parents' houses (his mother's on weekdays, his father's on weekends), and include school to that and he had too much to worry about. It wasn't that his parents purposely put Frank in the middle of their arguments, he was sure, but they still did, and it was all too much for him to handle at one time.

That was why he threw himself into his schoolwork and did more once he got to high school so that he could possibly graduate early, taking on extracurricular activities that he more than likely could've done without, because his grades were fairly good without them, but it always made him busy and not around his parents' bickering. All of this paid off, because he ended up graduating early (a year sooner than he should've), and he was free from high school. He could be free from his parents and their arguing and going back and forth between their houses repeatedly each week.

At first, Frank had gone to a college in Jersey with a partial scholarship, and his parents split the remaining money due, and all was well. Frank was far enough from his hometown as he could get, without losing his sense of where he was from, so life was good again. He had big dreams; to be in a band, to become someone known, do something to change the world. Find a cure for the common cold, take up every instrument he had time for, make World Peace, win an Oscar. All of these dreams were foolish, of course, Frank knew that from the get-go, but he had an overactive imagination and he usually thought into things that wouldn't help him in the long run. But he could still dream big, if he wanted.

It took Frank almost a whole school year of college to realize that this wasn't for him; he still didn't have a major, the classes were too much for him to handle, he didn't get enough sleep because his mom would constantly call in the middle of the night for someone to confide in. Frank needed out. This was pretty much the only Hard Time Frank had in his life, when he was torn between dropping out and probably fucking his life up beyond repair, or continuing on, regardless of how hard it was. To Frank, the only choice was to drop out and do things his own way, on his own terms, and by himself.

Frank was eighteen when he informed his parents of his plans to move to Las Vegas, to follow through with any dream he may have had at the time, and while they weren't impressed with his impression at the time, they still supported his decision to do so; they had no choice in the matter, because he was already halfway gone by the time they gave him their best wishes. Frank necessarily didn't do it to get away from his parents or see Sin City, as it was called, or anything like that, but he wanted a change of scenery, and he'd been to New York before, so that was Old News to him by that point.

After half a year of living check-by-check at his dead end job of being a busboy for a rather large restaurant in Vegas, making minimum wage, Frank decided it was time to go back to college -- get his life in order. When that happened, he decided to major in business, for no reason other than the endless possibilities to own some huge corporation that was worldwide known. Now that was a dream job for Frank, whether it was to others or not didn't matter to him.

In college was where he met his best friend, Brian Haner. It was a chance meeting, really, and they hadn't hit it off so well at first, but they soon became the best of friends, almost attached at the hip. Frank was clingy with Brian and would always worry about him, as though his friend would leave him in the dust once college was over, but he didn't. In fact, Brian offered Frank the chance of a lifetime, in its own way: the offer to own his father's casino with him. What could be better than that? Frank didn't know it, per se, but over the years once everything was said and done and Brian owned it all to himself, he found himself loving every minute of it.

Everything was settled. They owned a casino together that was a hotel and bar as well -- a three-in-one deal. Frank was beyond excited once it all set off (and still is), he got the congratulations from his parents, and things were perfect; nothing got in the way and he still had his best friend. Not to mention, their casino was something known by many people, despite it not being as large or world known as the Hilton or Ritz, and that was fine with Frank. They were known, people suggested El Cortez to their friends and family, and people from when Brian's father owned it still came to it on an almost-regular basis.

Life is good.

Etc.

Examples of RPing: personalizes.