School of Rockstars (Accepting)

[*Skylar The Plant*]

((Sure you may ))

[Harpy•]

Username:
Ms. Bennington
Character's full name:
Chester Charles Bennington {<3 him!!!!}
Nickname:
Chazzy Chaz
Rockstar or Student:
ROCKSTAR all the way. ^.^
Gender:
Male
Age:
Eighteen
Personality:
Damon is a very determined, strong man, capable of many things...but extremely limited of others. When his mind is set to something, there's no getting in his way or stopping him from reaching his goal, no matter how long it may take; he'll get there eventually, despite any obstacles. He's like a force of nature in that way, reaching unceasingly for what he desires until he finally gets it.
But this can also become a bad thing; if he gets too caught up in what he's striving for, what he wants to accomplish, he may begin to think less of the others around him. He doesn't forget them or think he's better than them in that moment, but they just become...less important. It's a vice of his that is not easily broken, especially since he's tried several times to pay more attention to the people who care about him while striving forward.
Despite his bouts of obsession with goals, he's truly a deep and caring individual, increasingly intelligent, with dark, piercing eyes that seem to look far beyond the outer skin of a person. He's charismatic while quiet, and people are drawn to him in times of need, whether for comfort or just an ear to listen. He'll never tell a secret he's been told to keep, or break a promise that he's made. In doing so, he's one of the most trustworthy men you can find, dependable almost anything you could need, if it's within reason. He can become your greatest ally and friend, and it doesn't take much but honesty and integrity to get his attention and support.
Another side of Damon is his romantic nature. He's never found his one true love, but he's dreamt of doing so since a young age. He has dated his fair share of girls, but none of them ever stuck with him and worked through all of his quirks, which really aren't all that many. None of them were ever permanent, and he still doggedly searches for someone he can spend the rest of his life with in contentment and happiness; or as much as can be had under the circumstances he and his group of college friends are in. Whatever happens, whoever it is, he'll find a way to work through it and solve the problem; part of his obsession with goals and his intelligent determination.
One of the key points of his personality, and his one true passion in life, is the piano. He has created countless compositions of his own, short pieces that express something he rarely ever physically shows. When you're listening to one of his pieces, you're listening to a part of him you'll most likely never see again, though he's never discarded a single note he's written, not since his childhood, when he began to play; this is also a key point of his past, the one that he keeps so heavily garded, so deeply hidden.
Detailed Description/Picture:
I have several. xP

Chester Bennington
Numero Dos{The one on the right }
And another that I couldn't resist. xP
History:
Damon came from a terrible background, one full of pain and regret, sorrow, and overwhelming anger. He's not one to be open about his past, and it takes a very determined close friend or someone else he cares deeply about for him to even speak a word of it; he hates his past life so much, he doesn't dare think about it anymore, which is truly the only reason he's come so far.
He knows he hasn't fully gotten over the events that occurred, though, and he also knows that one day it'll all break out of its cage and overwhelm him. He hopes, sometimes vainly, that there'll be someone there for him when that time comes.
Damon was born to happy parents and a content family, one free of strife and feuding. His life was the American Dream up until he was ten. During those nine years of his life, he learned to do many things a child from a respectful family would do; he learned to read, write, do simple arithmatic, and studied the basics of science. He built upon these teachings since he was five, and then discovered the thing that guided him through his entire life; the piano.
His parents had purchased one for the entire family to enjoy, but they never got the chance once Damon set a finger to the key. Since that first note rang out on a quiet Sunday morning, DJ has been playing for his entire life, and only increases in skill everyday. At age fifteen, he was writing his own compositions; though these were dark and rather sinister due to the events of his life at the time.
It was mentioned that his life was perfect until he was ten. At that age, his father was fired from his job as a co-CEO of a major car manufacturing company. The layoff had come from absolutely nowhere, and no warning was given as to when it would happen; nor was there a reason provided. His father took this very roughly, and took to heavy drinking not long after, much to the dismay of his mother. Only a week had passed before the fist-shaped bruises began to form on his mother's cheek bones and stomach. The abuse was done discretely, after Damon had been put to bed by his trembling, obviously frightened mother. He still remembers the sound of muffled cries coming from down the hallway, his parents' room. He never knew exactly what they were, until the day his father struck his mother in front of him.
He was twelve then, and his father and mother had been arguing intensely, again. They used big words and foul ones, things that he really didn't know much of, but he knew that it wasn't good by the looks on their faces. And when father raised his arm, clenching his fingers together, and when his mother cowered down like this had happened so many times before, Damon knew. Before he could do a single thing to stop him, his father struck her harder than he ever had before, knocking her to the ground with the single punch. She hadn't gotten up, and blood trickled from somewhere on the back of her head.
In a sudden blind rage, Damon threw himself at his father, for the first time smelling the raging stench of alcohol on clothes and breath. He was shoved across the room, where he stumbled and fell; and was then repeatedly assaulted by his father, hit in the face and arms, nearly breaking through to the bone. His father left after Damon and slipped into unconsciousness, and he never returned. His mother never woke up. Damon, many years later, found out that she had internal bleeding in her brain, causing it to collapse on itself and shut down.
Next came the foster homes. One after the other, they all turned him away after the first week, telling the adopting agency that he was too much for them, too angry and violent for their control. And it was true that he was. His foster parents became frightened of him and his dark temperment, the way he was quick to lose his temper and go into a rage similar to the one that had gotten him beaten. He trusted nothing and no one, and it seemed that no one could change that. Until, at age fifteen, he arrived at a rich foster home, one that was finely furnished and a place of many teenagers' dreams. And in the front hall, with rich golden decor gilding the walls and ceiling, there was a grand piano, something Damon hadn't seen in too long. His foster parents never complained about him, and almost never saw him; though they would often sneak into the rear of the hall and stop to listen to the incredibly passionate, deep, disturbing music that weaved from they keys being played.
Throughout the years he stayed with those parents, content with the piano and needing nothing else, until he steadily got better, his temperment calmer, his rage stilled, his sorrow bated. But not vanished by any means; his parents knew this, and tried to get him to go to counseling, hoping that it would help him get rid of his negative memories and his hold on those memories for good.
But Damon wasn't ready. He packed up what little he had, took his 'allowance' of an insanely large amount, and left, walking right out of the front door without trying to hide it. After that, he discovered the School, which he has attended as a legal adult for a few months now.
Classes:
Science
English
Math
Humanities
Team Times
2D Art
3D Art
Other:
Rockstars {this is my favorite color xD}

[*Skylar The Plant*]

((Great form so far , once you finish it, you'll be accepted :3 ))

Bill lightly put on new underwear, his black school pants, a black T-Shirt and the white school shirt. He blinked a few times and then went and blow-dried his hair, he applied eyeliner. He sighed and got his hair spray and sprayed his hair until it was all sticking up. He smiled slightly before applying foundation and blush. He sighed lightly and walked back to his bed and picked up the books he needed for the next day. Before frowning and putting them back down and grabbit some wrist bands and putting them up. Yet again, he picked up his books, and this time he walked to the door.

[1Forrest1]

Kiyomi brushed her hair, she smiled to herself and grabbed her school books, leaving her dorm after that. Kiyomi skipped down the hall ways, she looked at her timetable and frowned, not knowing where her first class was going to be. Kiyomi lightly shook her head, slowly walking to the music room, seeing if she did have some lessons today. Kiyomi bit her bottom lip "This period with Bill..." she trailed off.

[*Skylar The Plant*]

Bill lightly walked down the halls, he frowned slightly as he looked around slightly. He paused near the music rooms and saw a girl he walked to her side and looked at the timetable. "This period" He mumbled, squinting slightly he sighed and stood up straight, he looked away slightly and then back lightly at Kiyomi and blinked a few times. "Who are you?" He asked, not knowing it probably sounded rude.

[1Forrest1]

Kiyomi looked at Bill from the moment he spoke, frowning "You could say hi first at least" she mumbled under her breath. Kiyomi sighed and ran her hand though her long blonde hair, dipping her head slightly "I'm Kiyomi Sasaki" she added, soon standing up straight. "I guess we have lessons together" Kiyomi said in a matter of fact, knowing who Bill was.

[*Skylar The Plant*]

"Oh, yes we do" Bill said and looked back at the timetables and pursing his lips together. "I am pretty sure you are in my year, yes?" He asked Kiyomi and blinked his chocolate brown eyes at her and put his hands in his pockets lightly. He scratched his cheek and then paused. "I have Science first, what about you?" He then added.

((She'd have the same as Bill until electives ))

[Harpy•]

{{Edited!}}

[*Skylar The Plant*]

((Accepted Great form ))

[Harpy•]

{{Thanks! ^.^ As you can tell, I have a bit of an obsession with Chester Bennington. xP And may I ask if there's anywhere specific I should/can start?}}