DAELAN, Emrys Eryk

[Emrys Daelan]

behind the screen;;

real name/nickname;;
Nix
age;;
21
years of rp experience;;
around 7
other los angeles characters;;
Phoenix Kontis
skill level;;
Advanced

just the basics;;

name;; Emrys Eryk Daelan
nickname(s);; Em, Macky or Mecki (only to Alex)
age//birthdate;; 21, September 1st
gender;; Male
sexual preference;; gay
occupation;; Musician - Schrei
schooling;; Los Angeles County Public High School
instrument;; Vocals, some guitar

reflections reveal;;

hair color;; Naturally - Brown;; Dyed - Black
eye color;; Brown
height;; 6'3"
weight;; 110 lbs

other;;

Eight piercings: Three on his right ear, one on his left ear, one on his septum, one on his right eyebrow, one on his tongue, one on his left nipple.
Four tattoos: One on the back of his neck (his band logo); one on his left forearm (Freiheit); one on his right hip (multi-layered star); one on his left side (wir hören nie auf zu schreien [we'll never stop screaming] in straight line; wir kehren zum ursprung zurück [we're going back to the beginnign] in curved line over straight line).

CLOTHING STYLE: Black/gothic/punk style. He wears a lot of jewelry, make-up, and dark clothes.

body type;;

Emrys does have a very feminine look, thin features, and long hair only contribute to this. He doesn't like blending in, only doing as such when required to do, such as in formal events. He spends over an hour every morning styling his hair and doing his make-up, for yes, he wears makeup. Usually a lot of dark eyeliner around his eyes, and he paints his nails quite frequently as well. Occasionally, he wears eyeshadow, and can even be found with a bit of glitter on his cheeks, but that isn't quite so often. Given the fact that he does have to wear a school uniform, he tends to personalize it a bit, wearing his sleeves pushed up and random jewelry and arm bands decorate his forearms, as well as a choker around his neck, as the tie is usuall losely tied and the top buttons of his shirt is undone.

When he was 15, he and his brother snuck out of the house one summer to get piercings. Getting his own tongue pierced had hurt like a bitch, and while the eyebrow hurt, it wasn't nearly as bad as his tongue. That was also when he got the star tattoo on his right hip. An outer star and then an inner star made up the pattern to represent the idea of 'two peas in a pod', and his brother got a matching tattoo on his left hip.

celebrity play by;; Bill Kaulitz

it's what's on the inside;;

likes;;

• Boys
  
• Black Clothes
  
• Music
  
• His brother
  
• His hair
  
• Maybelline make-up
  
• Shopping
  
• Shoes
  
• Leather
  
• Tight pants

dislikes;;

• Homophobes
  
• Spinach
  
• Chocolates
  
• Apples
  
• Racists
  
• Cats
  
• Annoying children
  
• Meat
  
• Liars
  
• Theives
  
• Cheaters

fears;;

• Water (can't swim)
  
• Spiders
  
• Rats

weaknesses;;

• Knowing when to shut up
  
• Hot guys
  
• His brother
  
• His ankles
  
• His hair

strengths;;

• Extremely flexible
  
• Good fighter
  
• Polylingual
  
• Able to adapt well

personality;;

Emrys is the kind of guy to march to his own beat. He is the kind of guy that just lets comments brush over his head (so long as it doesn't mess up his hair in the process). It's actually rather difficult to upset him, he is of the opinion that, well, opinions are like butts, everyone has one, and most of them stink. He is carefree most days. Also, Emrys is extremely close to his twin brother.

When his friendship is earned, it is extremely hard to lose it, he is very loyal. With his upbeat attitude, most people find that he is simply to taxing on their energy. Whatever the reasons, he doesn't let it bother him. He is very feminine even in his behavior, and is extremely paranoid over his hair. He absolutely hates it when people try to pat his hair to see if it stands back up. There is one main rule to stay on Emrys's good side: Don't screw up the hair.

getting in deep;;

father;; Callum Daelan
mother;; Naomi Daelan
siblings;; Alexander Daelan (identical twin)

history;;

Born in Leipzig, East Germany, Emrys Daelan was the youngest of a set of twins graced to Naomi and Callum Daelan. Since the moment they could walk, both Emrys and his older twin Alex were inseperable, best friends for life. They went to school together, played together, even shared the same room. It became noticible to Callum and Naomi that the two boys had an aptitude for music, and so aided the boys in sending them to music classes where they could hone their skills. By the age of 7, Emrys and Alex were composing their own songs, Emrys having quite a knack for lyrics and singing while Alex's talent took off in the musical instrument department. Together they entered talent shows and other such things in their school days, though it wasn't until their parents decided to move to America that they really saw their chance for fame.

Now living in the land of opportunity, the high school students lived in Los Angeles where they could perform at small establishments, including gathering more members to form an actual band. That was when they met Phoenix and Jack. Of course, they hit it off rather quickly, Emrys even joining up in cheerleading to please Jack when Phoenix and Alex both signed up for the football team. Due to his own feminine nature and his tendancy to wear the cheerleading skirts, most people in their new school began to assume that Emrys, much like they suspected of Jack, was a female. Of course, the fact that he liked to style his hair, wear make-up, and make-out with Alex probably didn't help that much. It wasn't until graduation that their parents found out just how 'close' their two boys were, however, and after that, they were no longer willing to fund the band.

Just fresh out of High School, the members of the band Schrei have been performing in night clubs and other such types of places, hoping to make their big break. Emrys still loves music like nothing else, writing his own lyrics, while singing them to his brother so that the other male can develop a tune for them and they can all work on new songs. Making it in a new place on their own was difficult for Emrys and Alex. Emrys began to wait tables at small restaurants so that he could help pay the rent, and with having jobs now, having to pay rent and utilities as well as buy their own food, it was difficult to find a time and place when they could all be together and reherse while not disturbing their neighbors. They ended up practicing on the rooftop of their apartment building, sometimes rather late at night, playing without amplifyers or microphones, they were hard-pressed to keep their band together.

Finally, their hard work paid off one night when in a rather active club known as Club Charonte where there just happened to be a talent scout. Emrys could hardly believe their luck when Schrei was finally signed with a label. Since then, with Nix's help financially due to his trust funds, Schrei was able to rise through the label and able to make a name for themselves. Things were finally starting to look up for the group of friends, especially for himself and Alex. Fame, money, and love... how could life get any better?

let's see what you got;;

rp sample;;

Emrys stood in front of the front room window of the apartment that he shared with his twin brother, Alex. He watched the snow coming down beyond the glass which separated him from the cold, though his arms were wrapped around himself none-the-less as if he were chilled by the very thought of the snow outside his window. He stood alone, wondering what was taking Alex so long. He'd been gone nearly an hour and he'd only had to go around the corner to the grocery store. He'd wanted to get a few things before the storm really hit in case they wouldn't be able to get out for a while. He watched the snow falling down lightly, and he looked around outside at the growing darkness.

As he watched the snow and the darkness, he could only hope that Alex was alright. He should have offered to go with him, but Emrys had been sick with a cold... and Alex hadn't wanted him out in the snow. Among the things his brother was getting was cough medicine for him, and some tea. Hot herbal tea for his throat, something that he used to keep his vocal cords in good condition, after all, if this cold got worse, or he didn't take care of his throat, it could ruin the band's chances for gaining any kind of fame. For what was a band without a lead singer? He also knew that his band mates weren't going to hire a new singer and put him out of the band, none of them would be so cruel. Especially Alex.

However, as he was waiting, Emrys couldn't help but notice that the power was starting to flicker. His grip on his arms tightened slightly as old memories rose up to the forefront of his mind. Maybe it wouldn't go out. He could hope. It was a false hope in the end, however, for after a few more flickers... the power was completely out. A glance out the window notified him that it wasn't just his apartment, but the neighboring buildings as well. Oh fuck. He screamed, crying out in fear as his hand fumbled to his pockets, searching for something. It wasn't in his pocket. No! He launched himself in the direction he knew the couch to be, dry sobs only making him cough all the more as his hands found the table and began searching it frantically, blindly until he touched it: his phone.

Opening it, the light that instantly flooded his sight was a relief. Hands dialed the familiar numbers of his friends. No answer at Xavier's. No answer at Jack's. Perhaps the phone lines were down? He called their cell phones. Xavier's went straight to voicemail, and Jack's rang for a few times before he heard the other's familiar voice. "Hey, this is Jack! Sorry I can't get to the phone right now, but if you leave a message I'll get back to you as soon as I can! ... Unless you one of them nasties out to eat my soul..." Voicemail. Another dry sob as Donovan was called next. Same result. Fuck! He coughed as he tried to stop himself from having a panic attack as he called Alex. "Come on, Nessa... please," he pleaded softly with his brother before submitting to another bout of coughing.

FInally, someone answered the phone. "ALEX!" he half-screamed, half-cried. "Alex, the - the power is - is out. P-please, Alex, w-where are you? No one is answering their phones and I'm so scared, Nessa," he pleaded, his voice lowering to a slight whimper at the end as he pleaded with his brother. "Where are you? Please, you gotta get home now, please, Nessa, you have to," he pleaded softly, tears finally starting to fall as he curled up slightly against the nearest wall, making himself as small as possibly a corner of their apartment. "Nessa... please hurry..."

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