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full name: elliot frederick ramadan
nicknames: elli [el-ee], eli [ee-lie], el
gender: cismale • age: twenty-five
sexuality: homosexual • height: 5'7"
weight: 130 lbs • fc: rami malek
physique: small but mighty
appearance: green-grey eyes, olive
skin tone, eccentric fashion choices,
form fitting clothing, large overbite
likes: singing, performing, adventure,
sweet foods, fashion, being around others,
flirting, storms, people with a sense of
humor, partying, music, drama, cats,
dance, using pet names, showing affection,
making a scene, virgil
dislikes: egocentric personalities, tension,
arrogance, conflict, ketchup, disapproval,
silence, comments about teeth, boredom

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strengths: adventurous, ambitious, clever,
eccentric, flamboyant, outgoing, excitable,
appreciative, charming, humorous, honest,
compassionate, lively, optimistic, patient
weaknesses: straightforward, impulsive,
forgetful, clingy, gullible, overdramatic,
oblivious to others emotions
role/persona: lead singer for rock band
"bloodline and the lost black"
role model(s): freddie mercury, elton john
background: forming the band with three
relative strangers, elliot only twenty at the
time, the flamboyant male quickly developed
tight-knit relationships with the three other
members of bloodline, and began to conquer
the music industry side-by-side with his fellow
band mates (growing especially close with
virgil along the way).

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[cswolf.]

Virgil Young
Male
23
Bisexual
5'8
150 lbs
Likes: Singing, playing the guitar, preforming, sweets, rain, the open road, traveling, adventure, parties, drinks, snow storms, holidays, joking, late nights, music, dogs, snakes, rats.
Dislikes: Needles, hot days, conflict, relish, spiders, cocky people, horror movies, horror games, people taking too long to text back, phone calls, being woken up early, early mornings.

Strengths: Good voice, great guitar skills, kind, active, adaptable, adventurous, alert, balanced, calm, caring, charming, cheerful, confident, decisive, dedicated, dramatic, fair, flexible, friendly

Weaknesses: Cocky, impulsive, bossy, flirtatious, can be grumpy, blunt, harsh, impatient, can be lazy, moody, overcritical of himself.

Lead Guitarist for Bloodline and the Lost Black.

Virgil was only 18 when he was invited to join the band with Elliot at the lead because of his guitar skills. He grew close to the older boy over their many years of preforming at each other's side.

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐍
xxxxlead singer for bloodline and the lost black • cismale • twenty-five • homosexual

Coated in a light layer of perspiration, his already voluminous hair frizzing ever the slightest under the intensity of the stage light, the flamboyant male took a quick bow and headed off the platform with a cheeky grin plastered on his face as his audience clapped and cheered. The audience this time around was perhaps their most impressive yet; from what he could tell, it seemed like there were nearly a thousand people out there, all singing, dancing, and cheering for their each and every move.
And to add it the euphoria of it all, they were in LA, playing at one of the largest venues in the United States; Microsoft Theater.

Doing a quick skip, Elliot whistled to himself cheerily and stepped out of limelight, making his way backstage and to the game room before fully letting his body turn in, throwing himself into a seat on the black leather couch rather sloppily. He had just finished his set for the night, approximately an hour and a half long session of singing and dancing and performing, and felt sufficiently exhausted. For him, his performances were as close to an ethereal experience as he could get; it was as if every time he opened his mouth, or shook his hips, he could feel whole other universes pour out from his heart and soul.
Eh. Maybe he was just sappy.

Throwing one of his legs over the other and attempting to straighten his position, Elliot turned his head towards his group as they entered the game room and grinned happily at them, splaying his arms across the back of the couch as he directed a statement to Virgil, his closest friend "They adored us! My god, that was chaotic. I'm exhausted." Leaning his head back on the couch and closing his eyes, his displayed chest showing evident sweat marks, Elliot sighed in joy and quickly continued his monologue. "Can you believe it? I mean, it seemed like yesterday we were playing at bars and dingy restaurants, hoping for something better to come along. Now look at us: audiences pay hundreds to see us play. It's kind of romantic." A slight lisp in his voice due to the vast space in his mouth, his large overbite and extended front teeth at fault, Elliot opened his eyes once again and made direct contact with Virgil's, retaining that same smile "And you! That riff you played in "Heart Deep, Hands High" was absolutely stunning: I mean, if you weren't so straight darling, I might even kiss you."
Blowing him a very dramatic and teasing kiss, emphasizing his statement, Elliot pushed a stray hair back from his face before putting both hands on his lap, looking at the clock opposite him to check on the time. "Ooh, our party begins soon! Just another half hour and guests from all over will be gathering to celebrate our successful first show of the tour." Suddenly standing, jutting his hip to the right and placing his palms on his lower back, Elliot titled his chin upwards in a confident manner and quickly spoke back up. "Now, who wants to get a drink with me? The VIP lounge here is rumored to have the most exquisite mixed drinks."

[cswolf.]

Virgil Young
Lead Guitar of Bloodline and The Lost Black - Male - Twenty-Three - Bisexual [closeted]
Virgil followed his band's lead captain as they exited the stage. He panted slightly, all that preforming had worn him out. His hands were slightly raw as he had played his guitar especially hard that night as he was excited to finally be living his dream and be on tour. He was ecstatic that they had played in Los Angelous, the city of dreams. It is also every performers honor to play in the large Microsoft Theater. He turned and placed his precious guitar with the people who loaded and unloaded all their things on their bus. He made sure that they knew if they even broke a string on his guitar they were going to hear about it. That thing was expensive and he had it ever since he and the boys played their first show.

Virgil watched Elliot whistle and basically skip his way to the backstage where they would rest before their VIP party. He noticed that he was absolutely exhausted. Virgil was as well. Preforming just gave them all a big burst of adrenaline that usually dropped after they stepped off the stage but not for Elliot, he always seemed to be excited and in rock-star mode 24/7 and Virgil appreciated that about him. He kept them all motivated.

As Virgil stepped into the game room he chuckled and gestured for Elliot to scoot over and he plopped down beside him. He was sweaty as well and used a band poster to fan his face. He looked over at his closest friend in the group and nodded. "We have never had a crowd that big EVER at any of our shows." He spoke as he looked at him. "I guess it's because this venue can hold so freaking much!" He commented as he gestured around him. "For me it seems like yesterday that you were posting posters in the nearby college searching for band mates and I applied as a young, shy, 18 year boy. But you saw the potential we all had and we made this super group. " He spoke as he looked at him. He noticed the lisp Elliot had and he smiled, as usual. People would sometimes comment on his lisp and it would usually end in a fist in their face. He blushed slightly as he spoke about the riff he played in their classic song "Heart Deep, Hands High." It wasn't anything really..." He insisted as he looked at him. "It was just something I was working on but I do admit it was freakin' sweet! They loved it." He grinned as he looked at him. At his statement about kissing him he chuckled and brushed it off. Elliot was this flirty with everyone. As well, he needed to keep his cover as straight as nobody knew about his bisexuality.

As Elliot stood and spoke about getting some drinks, Virgil stood quickly, always excited to have a nice cold one after a show. "I would adore to come and get a drink with you. Cannot guarantee that I will have a mixed drink instead of a classic scotch but I'll go." He grinned as he looked at the lead singer.

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐍
xxxxlead singer for bloodline and the lost black • cismale • twenty-five • homosexual

Smiling at Virgil, the only person minus his other bandmates where he felt confident enough to expose his teeth with such a wide grin, Elliot thought back on the forming of the band and cheerily responded to his friend's nostalgia "Mmm, I remember that. You were quite the character back then; always so self-critical. Good thing you outgrew that, darling." Suddenly and gently jabbing at Virgil's side with an elbow, very blatantly teasing the guitarist for his continual self criticism, the flamboyant male cheekily grinned and jutted one of his slim legs forward, his heel clicking loudly against the carpeted flooring as he adjusted his stance to fit his mood. That was one thing about the eccentric singer that never seemed to fade; his energy, and his quirky nature.
As if on cue, and as if to prove his point, Virgil spoke up about his guitar solo from the night and quickly initiated a chuckle from Elliot, the small male shaking his head and waving a hand dismissively in the direction of Virgil "Ah! There you go, doing it again!" Stepping closer to his friend, his walk more of a strut than anything, the leather-clad male put one of his slim hands on Virgil's shoulder and titled his chin upwards, puffing his chest out and throwing his other hand in the air as if to prove a point "Be confident, doll! It was spectacular, and I am pretty sure that every man and every woman out there fell even harder for you and your seductive guitar playing, myself included" Turning back to him with a teasing look, shamelessly continuing with his flirting, Elliot shot the male a wink before retracting his hand and taking a few steps forward.

Grabbing onto the handle of the door, Elliot spun around to face Virgil as he answered his question and quickly catcalled in response, putting his free hand on his hip and jutting it out to the right as he responded "Lovely! Well, you heard us boys; try not to miss us too much" Blowing a kiss to the other two, the flamboyant male happily held the door open so Virgil could make his exit first before following suit, letting the door slam shut behind them. Strutting ahead of his friend just the slightest, rather energetic despite the obvious exhaustion of his body, Elliot led them down the halls to where the lounge/event space was located, rambling on about drinks in his excitement for the night "Scotch, hmm? You know me, darling; I'm definitely a vodka enthusiast. I like my drinks to be as fun and as flamboyant as me."

Opening the door to the event space with ease, swinging it open to reveal a relatively packed room, Elliot's smile grew (though this time, he tried his best to tuck his upper lip over his extended teeth, feeling bashful and self-conscious about his overbite and his slight lisp with so many strangers around) "Oh dear! It looks as if the party has already begun, and the main event isn't even here!" Indicating that the band's absence was a selling point for this gathering, which was true to a certain level, Elliot turned to Virgil and quickly grabbed his hand with his own delicate one, leading him through the crowds and to where the drinks were being served "C'mon, my dear! All this singing has left me parched, and in dire need of an espresso martini. No time to waste!"

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Virgil Young
Lead Guitar of Bloodline and The Lost Black - Male - Twenty-Three - Bisexual [closeted]
Virgil smiled as he looked at Elliot. He knew that he truely did trust him, and the other band-mates, because he showed his true smile to them all. He knew that Elliot was subconsious about his overbite but Virgil and the rest of the band would not judge him and if anyone did, they would easily be escorted out. Virgil released a soft, fake, "owe" as he was elbowed in the side by the other male. As he spoke about his guitar solo, Elliot leapt up, almost as if he noticed something he could use to make his point with Virgil. He rolled his eyes slightly as he watched Elliot act ecentrically to tell him to be confident. He chuckled at his flirting and followed him. "I am sure that nobody was watching me because they were too busy keeping their eyes on you and thiiissss..." He extended the last word as he gestured to all of Elliot's outfit. "You sure know how to steal a spotlight..." He teased the boy as he followed beside him out the door.

Virgil laughed as Elliot spun around to blow a kiss to the other two band mates who decided to stay back and rest before the after-party would start. He gave a soft hum of their key song as he followed beside Elliot. He chuckled as he listened to him rambling on and on and on about the "exclusive" and "famous" drinks which were served in this lounge. He would know how famous these drinks were when he tasted them. "I know you have a tendency to gravitate to things that sparkle, are pink, or are fizzy. You are like a cat with a crinkle ball or a child with glitter." He explained as he followed beside him. "Speaking of glitter...." He began. "WHY DID YOU STORE YOUR GLITTER IN MY SUITCASE?!" He asked him, confused. He gestured to his outfit which was mostly black but in the small bits of lights in the building you could see the little glimmers of glitter. "Your bottle of gold glitter leaked and now I look like I stepped out of a child's classroom on their art day...." He hmphed as he followed beside him.

As Elliot opened the door to the event space he followed beside him. He noticed Elliot tucking his lip to hide his overbite which he knew he couldn't help. He followed with a chuckle as Elliot spoke. "Well, this party is going to be even better with the life of the party here." He indicated, elbowing Elliot slightly with a smile. He flashed a wink to a couple of girls sitting in the corner with their drinks and they giggled and blushed, turning to argue with their friends of who he winked to. He followed Elliot as he grasped his hand and drug him towards the bartender. He sat with him at the bar and chuckled. He ordered his and Elliot's drink, flashing a grin and a wink to the bartender, a female of course, who was working. He glanced over at Elliot as he got his frilly drink and Virgil got his scotch. It was going to be a great after-party. He sipped his scotch with a happy sigh.

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐍
xxxxlead singer for bloodline and the lost black • cismale • twenty-five • homosexual

Raising his brow as Virgil extended his arm and put emphasis on his current outfit, Elliot chuckled and shook his head, not denying his own body confidence and quickly striking a pose with his hands at his hips and one leg jutted outwards "Oh dear, are you jealous?" Teasing his friend momentarily, the leather-clad male proudly held his chin up high and shook a few strands of his long hair out and away from his face, putting his palms on his lower back and feeling his shirt ride up and reveal even more of his chest "Besides, it's practically in my nature to steal people's attention away. This hardly has anything to do with it."

Grinning silently as he heard Virgil hum along to the familiar tune of their song, a symbol of their friendship and their connection, Elliot happily listened in and was quick to go along with Virgil's next statement "Even I can't deny that...Though, I prefer to consider myself an artist, versus a child or a cat, my dear." Offering a cheeky glance, as if challenging Virgil, Elliot chuckled quietly and happily continued "And besides, it's not just pink I'm drawn to, darling. Don't be so subjective."

Breaking into a loud and confident laughter, their small moment of privacy in the hallways giving him enough courage to just relax and be himself, Elliot didn't bother to feign innocence and quickly put his hands on his hips as he proudly admitted his accomplishment "I ran out of room in mine, dear Virgil, and you know I can't live without it. So, as a token of my gratitude, I put it in yours, and gave you a little piece of me to carry around. You are welcome, my beloved." Offering his explanation as if it was intended to ease Virgil's frustration, Elliot eyed down the male and nodded in satisfaction with himself, offering a quick wink before laughing once again and speaking up "It's a good look. I wouldn't worry too much."

Cheerily soaking in the atmosphere of the party, almost feeling relieved to be just another person among the crowd, Elliot happily grinned as Virgil elbowed him and wrapped one of his arms around where he had just been touched, gesturing with his other arm towards the guitarist "How right you are! The crowds can rest easy knowing that Virgil, the man of the hour, has now joined in"
Unconsciously feeling his smile slip as his friend shamelessly flirted with the surrounding females, admittedly feeling a bit jealous of the attention these women were receiving while he himself was practically ignored, Elliot sat down at the bar and attempted to capture Virgil's attention by positioning his body in a particularly flirtatious and revealing manner. Of course, it didn't quite work, and Elliot quickly deflated as his best friend flirted with the brunette bartender, crossing his legs and leaning his elbows on the counter top, his chin resting on his open palms in a defeated manner.
Happily accepting his neon pink cocktail with open arms, taking a rather large swig of the aesthetically pleasing drink, Elliot set it back down with a sigh and turned over to Virgil, pleased to see the man not spending his time flirting with any other females while he had company "You are missing out, darling; this drink is quite delicious."

[cswolf.]

Virgil Young
Lead Guitar of Bloodline and The Lost Black - Male - Twenty-Three - Bisexual [closeted]
Virgil chuckled as he watched Elliot. He always wished that he could have just one ounce of the body confidence that Elliot had. He shook his head with a chuckle and wathced him. "No, I am not jealous but I think our other band mates feel forgotten on stage between you and I...." He commented as he looked at him. He nodded as Elliot spoke about it being in his nature to steal the attention of everyone. "That's why you are the face of the band." He informed him as he poked his cheek and followed him into the party area.

Virgil listened in as Elliot responded to his humming of their tune. "Yes of course you are an artist but you still remind me of a small child or cat." He explained to him with a laugh. "Yes, of course, you are not just drawn to pink you are drawn to EVERY BRIGHT COLOR!" Virgil laughed, head going back a bit as he did so. Elliot, and the rest of the band, were truely the only ones he acted this carefree around. Other people got the stoic, quiet, Virgil.

He rolled his eyes as Elliot spoke about running out of room in his suitcase and needing to invade Virgil's suitcase with his glitter. "I know, you basically breath glitter and sequins." He explained as he walked with him. "I always have a little piece of you to carry around with me, remember this?" He spoke as he reached into his shirt to pull out the cross necklace he always wore that Elliot had gotten him when his mother had passed. It was a grey metal with a sapphire gemstone in the middle of it. He hid it back in his shirt and looked at Elliot. "I don't glitter invading my wardobe." He commented with a huff. "I don't look good in sparkles." He teased the man.

Virgil noticed how Elliot perked up in the presence of all the men. He seemed to feed off of all of their energies like good entertainers did. He enjoyed that Elliot's happy preformance attitude wasn't an act, it was his actual personality. He was never fake. Virgil blushed slightly as he was referred to as the man of the hour. "I do believe you have that backwards..." He began. "You..." He spoke as he poked Elliot's side again. "Are the man of the hour! Did you see that performance you gave? You left everything on that stage." He commented as he walked with him.

He did not notice Elliot's jealousy when he flirted with others around him. He sat down with him at the bar contently, sipping his drink. Their whole fanbase knew about Elliot's homosexuality so he was sure that a man would approach some time or another to chat up the preformer. Chicks, and dudes, alike dug preformance. He chuckled and watched Elliot taking a swig of his drink. He wondered how much sugar was in the drink and how hyper Elliot was going to be after it. He continued to drink his own scotch as Elliot told him that he was missing out. "I will take your word for it." He chuckled. A group of girls approached the two at the bar, chatting with them but paying special attention to Virgil, complementing him about his solo that night on their song "Rivers Run Red." He just blushed a bit and assured them that it was nothing. That he normally did that solo that well. He didn't take well to compliments. He glanced over at Elliot in the corner of his eye to make sure that the other male was alright.

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐍
xxxxlead singer for bloodline and the lost black • cismale • twenty-five • homosexual

Laughing partially at Virgil's comment about stage presence, not denying the truth of it all and instead remaining honest, Elliot felt his smile grow as his friend chuckled and quickly fed off of Virgil's amusement "Oh, the boys must learn to get used to it by now. Surely they don't mind; if they did, they would have run for the hills years ago." Waving his hand dismissively, seeing no point in dawdling on such details, the flamboyant male simply shrugged it off and continued with his lively and excited attitude. He tried not to worry over the state of the band, because Elliot was certain that if any of them had any concerns or doubts, they would be honest about their feelings and let the other members know. At least, he knew he would, and he could only hope the others felt comfortable enough to do the same.
Growing even more cheeky as Virgil teasingly prodded at him, tilting his chin up proudly in response to the gentle poke, Elliot happily hummed in satisfaction and replied with a quick bow "And I am quite honored, my beloved."

Tapping his feet lightly in the air to the beat of the current song playing in the event room, his long and slim legs still crossed, Elliot glanced at Virgil from the corner of his eye and broke out into a similar laughter, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear and puffing his chest out "It's all artistic expression, my dear. Artistic expression, and artistic choice."
Again feeding off of Virgil's happiness, Elliot's grin spread further across his face and he quickly offered a shrug in response to his comment about color "You know me; I don't pick favorites. Never." Emphasizing the word 'never' to imply the falsity behind it, winking at Virgil in a way that suggested otherwise, Elliot chuckled and cheerily took another not-so-elegant swig of his bright colored drink.

Turning his torso enough to face his friend as he spoke next, watching the male pull the familiar necklace from under his shirt and admittedly feeling giddy, Elliot delicately reached one of his slim and decorated hands forward to touch the metal pendant, unintentionally grazing Virgil's hand as he did so "Mmm, of course I remember that. To be completely honest, I wasn't sure if still had it or not..." Trailing off as he thought back on the unspoiled memory, his heart fluttering at the thought of Virgil treasuring something so minor and so simple just because Elliot gave it to him, the leather-clad male felt a little jittery and unconsciously began to flush a little bit. It seemed so trifle to be this giddy just because of a necklace, but to Elliot it symbolized their connection, and that in itself was priceless.

Pulling his hand back hesitantly, clearing his throat as if to will away his embarrassing blush, the eccentric male looked back up into Virgil's eyes and huffed in amusement, chuckling cheerily and placing one of his hands on his hips in a daring manner "Oh hush, you big baby. I happen to think that the gold is quite suiting."

Happily turning back to his drink and swirling it in the glass, staring down at it with a smile on his face, Elliot sighed contently before taking a sip of the cocktail and humming in satisfaction. It really was quite delectable, and admittedly quite pleasing on the eye. In fact, if he had the chance, Elliot might have even ordered a second.
Laughing at Virgil's half hearted and almost doubting response, Elliot turned to his friend to rebuke his statement and try to convince him to give the frilly drink a chance, but was quickly disheartened upon the sight of the two uninvited guests now at Virgil's side. An obvious look of dislike on his face, his body growing tense at the sight of petty flirting, Elliot huffed and rolled his eyes, turning away just as he caught his friend blushing in response to the two females. It simply wasn't fair; Elliot wanted that same attention. And he didn't do well without it.

Finishing his drink off in one last swig, his frustration building, Elliot stood from his seat and shot the two females a look that could kill before strutting off to find some other male to kill his time with. Everyone in the band, as well as the fanbase, were quite aware of Elliot's sexual preference. The male was quite open about it, after all, and was unafraid of judgement based on his homosexual flare.

Catching the stare of a blue eyed stud from where he was, Elliot quickly and confidently made his way up to the stranger, his heels clicking on the floor behind him and his mind a bit blank from the high sugar and alcohol content now running through his blood stream. Offering some cheesy pick up line upon reaching the male, his hips swaying and chest out provocatively, Elliot could barely register what was going on through his haze and his uproar of jealousy. And Consider him petty, but when the blonde asked him to dance, Elliot was eager to accept; maybe, if he was lucky, he could catch the eye of Virgil from on the dance floor. That, or make a complete fool of himself.