DELCAMBRE, reagan lennon

[reagan delcambre]

all about you ' '

ELLIE!
I've been Role Playing for 3 years.
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"A slim figure slipped into the darkened room-a mug of steaming liquid in one hand and a newspaper in the other. Olive irises swept across the page, reading what the weather was going to be like on that special Thursday morning. Sure she could have gone outside and deciphered that for herself, but nothing like reading how wrong the weather report was to make one’s day. Entertainment at its finest.

An un-lady like snort escaped the figure’s mouth at the unbelievable words and bright green eyes soon shifted from the page in her slender hand to the lump on the bed; the lump that should have been awake by now. Pale lips set into a thin line and eyes narrowed dangerously, she approached the lazy sleeping beauty and rudely shook one of their shoulders. “Wake up.” Came her curt call.

The body stirred but made no signs of actually getting up. The brunette rolled her eyes and set her newspaper down on the bedside table. “Rise and shine!” She tried again, this time in a sickeningly false cheery tone. She raised a brow as a mass of unruly dark locks and a disgruntled face popped out from under the blankets.

“Did my alarm clock ring already?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?” A pause.-

“Are you lying?”

Another pregnant pause, then a nod from the standing brunette. “Yes.”

The other groaned in frustration and buried their head into a pillow. “Go away. Come back when I can actually see the sun.” They grumbled.

The girl on the side of the bed merely grinned and shook her head

“No can do. You have to drive me to school today.” She received a grunt as a reply.
“I have coffee!” She taunted with a smile and suddenly the woman shot up. “Ooh. You played the coffee card. My child /is/ the spawn of Satan.” The older woman sighed dramatically. “Only in the mornings.” The young girl said as she gently shoved the mug of coffee into her mother’s hands.

Lily Meyer smiled softly at her daughter. “Thanks, kiddo.”

“Ah! And the beast reveals its soft side.”

Her mother made a face. “Hey! Don’t get any ideas! You should still fear me!” She called out as the younger Meyer began making her way out of her bedroom. “I’m nice only because you gave me coffee!” She quickly added at the end. Harlow Meyer shook her head, laughter spilling out of her lips as she swerved through their cluttered apartment into the kitchen.

She quickly grabbed her own cup of coffee and a pop-tart before sliding into a chair, waiting for her mother. She, being the morning person of the family, was ready to go, dressed in some jeans and a navy polo tee. She wasn’t one to take hours on her appearance either, so a dash of mascara and blush on her cheeks, and she was done.

However, it took two pop-tarts and three cups of coffees later before her mother finally decided to make her grand entrance into the kitchen. “Okay, let’s go babe.” She said quickly. Harlow looked up with an agitated expression but said not a single word. She grabbed her canvas bag and lunch before scurrying towards the door.

“Chatty this morning, aren’t you? And I told you I wasn’t going to get up ‘till I saw sun.” A mischievous smile crossed the woman’s face. The petite girl simply threw her hands up in the air. “I swear; everyday I question whose the adult in this family.” Her mother scoffed, opened the door, and slipped into the driver’s side as did her daughter into the passenger seat.

“Why can’t you be like normal children? You know, ‘You’re ruining my life and don’t get me’ would be so much easier than being an obsessive compulsive know it all, hun.” She said with a tinge of sarcasm ebbed in her tone.

The girl gave her maternal unit a pointed look as she gathered wavy brown locks into a loose and low pony tail. “I’m shutting up.” Ms. Meyer said with a grin, finally giving up her usual morning torture. “Thank you.” The seventeen year old replied. A couple minutes later, and they had finally reached Washington High School. Harlow bid her mother goodbye and slipped out of the car. “Bye, Mom.” A grin from her mother. “Later, Satan.”

The slender girl rolled her eyes and looked up at the high school. A few people scattered throughout, waiting for that first bell to ring.

Despite her mother’s attempts, she actually enjoyed school greatly. There was no point denying the natural thirst for knowledge that she had; thirst that just needed to be quenched. Curiosity that seemed to never be satisfied. She traversed the school campus until she came upon her favorite spot of the school courtyard. A small bench that sat under the large tree-a perfect spot to relax at least for a few. The weather report, as usual, had been dead wrong. Thanks to the usually reliable blue sky and the warm sun, all worries of balls of ice falling from the sky were banished. She swiftly sat down and happily sighed. She pulled out one of her favorite books, one that had obviously been read millions of times, judging by the torn appearance of said book.

A little reading before school started never hurt anyone. Harlow brushed annoying bangs out of her line of vision and got immersed into the fictional world, as she usually did. The only time she dared glance away from the tiny scripture before her, was when she was searching for friends amongst the growing crowd. A small sigh escaped her bow-shaped pink lips when she didn’t."

all about your character ' '


name: Reagan Lennon Delcambre
age: Twenty
gender: Male
band and position: across the spoiled sea ;; bass and vocals
celeb/PB: Jared Followill
likes:
-playing the bass
-extreme sports
-rugby
-lacrosse
-rock climbing
-alcohol
-partying
-drugs
-smoking [especially weed]
-women
-eye contact
-being manipulative
-challenges
-betting
-winning
-forbidden things
-things he can't get
-cursing
-fashion
-classic rock; specifically 60s & 70s
-music in general
-freedom
-spontaneity
-living hard, dying young
-coffee/tea
-independence
-fighting
-being aggressive
-surprises
-pop culture
-sarcasm
-opinions
-having a voice
-fighting for a cause
-rebellion
-being an asshole

dislikes:
-rules
-stereotypes
-being weak
-having asthma
-his step-father
-his mother
-religion
-fake people
-obnoxious people
-idiots
-people telling him what to do
-commitments
-most relationships
-being emotional
-losing
-not getting what he wants
-being treated like a child
-getting jealous

personality:

To be honest, the boy is one manipulative son of a bitch. He's always twisting things or doing things that will ultimately benefit himself. He can be quiet cruel, ignoring other people's feelings and emotions. Whether it be through some prank, or other actions, Reagan has pity for no one and he goes out of his way to make sure people know. Some people have the audacity of saying the Reagan himself is virtually emotionless; not giving a fuck about lovers, friends, or enemies. They couldn't be any closer to the truth.

Reagan Delcambre is a complicated individual (nowadays who isn't?), and like everyone else, he has his own personal reasons for being such an asshole. Reasons he refuses to admit, or even acknowledge himself. He's just a spoiled little brat raised by vacant parents who thought that giving him whatever he wanted was the best way to raise him. It obviously wasn't considering they created the closest living thing to the spawn of Satan. Nothing special.

Reagan has hardly any, if any at all, redeeming qualities. He's an opinionated asshole with no other people's interest in his heart but his own. He doesn't care at all if people find his words offensive. Growing up with everyone at his beck and call ultimately brought on this persona. In Reagan's eyes, he's the director, and everyone else is merely a character he's to direct.

Having that kind of mindset hasn't been terrible. From a young age, Reagan has always taken up the position of a leader. He's always the guy beating to his own drum, and nobody else's. He's definitely not a follower and refuses to ever become one. He loves abiding by his own rules, and only his rules. Another not so great attribute considering he won't listen to anybody else.

Relationship wise, Reagan is just as terrible at it. He has no trouble getting women; keeping them, on the other hand, is an entirely different story. One-night stands and short relationships is all the guy knows. Don't expect an "I love you" any time soon from him. He's not one for commitments, and that can be blamed on his parent's messy and short-lived relationships. After-all, the apple does not fall far from the tree.

Upon first meeting Reagan, he's quiet and broody, hardly speaking up unless he feels like it. He comes off as a cocky jerk, simple as that. What with his sarcasm and sardonic attitude. Definitely not the most friendly guy around. He can be charismatic, but only if he feels like it, and only if he deems the person is 'worthy.'

However, with real friends, a completely unforeseen part of Reagan typically emerges. He's not a perfect friends, but that doesn't mean he doesn't put in any effort. For friends he deems as being worth of his time, he'll actually TRY.

Overall, Reagan can be a chill guy. A bit arrogant, sarcastic, manipulative, and overly-opinionated, but he's not SO bad. Sure he won't think twice about stabbing someone in the back, but what can be done. That's who he is. He can try to change, but who the hell knows how long that would take. He's been twenty years in the making.

Reagan is definitely his own person. The good and the bad. He hardly has a conscious, but the keyword is hardly. Beneath that harsh facade lies an emotionally vulnerable Reagan who is unwilling to be known. Better the asshole than the emotional pansy.

other: none.

parents:
Parents: Father;; Gregory Ian Wickam
Age;; 47
Status;; Living
Occupation;; Music shop owner.

Mother;; Lyla Mae Lovato-Delcambre
Age;; 46
Status;; Living
Occupation;; Stay at home mom.

Step-Father;; Alexander Dylan Delcambre
Age;; 48
Status;; Living
Occupation;; Lawyer.

siblings:
Half-Brother;; Sebastian Zachariah Delcambre
Age;; 18
Status;; Living
Occupation;; Student

Half-Sister;; Eisley Harlow Delcambre
Age;; 17
Status;; Living
Occupation;; Student

history:

The year was 1985 and Gregory Ian Wickam, at the age of 23, found himself on the stage, the mic against his mouth and his arms cradling his guitar. He had been ecstatic beyond belief when he had discovered that he had booked the gig he had been pining for for years. It was a small, but popular club in London-the Hammersmith Apollo. It had been an honor when his band was asked to play and he gladly accepted the gig.

He loved being on the stage; hearing his name being called out. It was a rush, the lights on his flushed face as he sang his lyrics into the microphone. After the gig, the band went out to celebrate their successful night and perhaps their launch into fame.

It was that fateful night when he had accidentally bumped into her-Lyla Mae Lovato. She had been out and about, off in her own world with her friends before she had coincidentally ran into him. If it had been any other girl, he would have walked away, but something about Miss Lovato caught his attention. Just like the movies. A little bit of flirting, a flash of a smile, and Lyla accepted Greg's offer to hang out with his band that night. Shocking, they actually had groupies. So the night was spent with drinking, laughing, and having a good time. It was youth at its finest. And from that moment on, Lyla and Greg were inseparable.

When the Lovato's found out about their daughter's relationship with the rebellious and "poor" Greg Wickam, they weren't happy about the relationship at all. As a matter of fact, they forbade it. No daughter of their's was going to date a boy who wasn't part of their aristocratic society.

Yet the two, young and in love, continued with their relationship behind her parents backs. A la Romeo and Juliet. Sneaking out, lying, and making excuses had become routine. It seemed like their relationship was going to last, despite her parents disapproval, that is until a certain bundle of joy came into their lives unexpectedly.

Lyla was pregnant. Simple as that. And before Lyla could give the unexpected news to her beau, Mr. and Mrs. Lovato discovered their daughter's unfortunate predicament. Her family was in an uproar, threatening to disown her and forbidding her from seeing Gregory. It happened. And quickly too. Her parents were all about image, and god-forbid this little news leak out. It was overwhelming, to say the least.

And just like that, a marriage was set up; the pregnancy was hidden. The baby was to be Alexander's. No questions asked, no doubts raised. They were hush hush about Lyla's pregnancy and hardly anyone knew, if anyone at all. Money had that kind of power. Gregory Wickam would never exist. He was just a ghost of the past. Of Lyla's past.

The Lovato's moved abruptly out of their England home and into their summer house in Dublin, Ireland, taking their pregnant daughter and her to be wedded "beloved" with them; Greg Wickam was left feeling bewildered, vengeful, and upset.

Lyla Mae Lovato married Alexander Dylan Delcambre, a young man from another rich and upscale family who had business ties with the Lovato's. Their marriage was a love-less one, and that was completely reflective throughout the years. Though he was quiet about, it Delcambre had numerous mistresses that everyone, even Reagan and his mother, were completely aware of.

At seven months, on the nineteenth of February, Reagan Lennon Delcambre was born two months earlier than expected, to Lyla Mae Lovato. There were a few complications in the tepid labor; nevertheless, both the mother and child came out breathing. He was, overall, a healthy baby boy, but the only person who seemed to be happy for his birth was his mother, Lyla. As the years progressed, he was a man that Reagan quickly learned to loathe.

Reagan Lennon Delcambre was basically raised by his mother and her parents. His grandparents, despite their previous hatred toward Lyla's unexpected pregnancy, spoiled Reagan like no other. His mother desperately attempted to keep him level-headed, to keep him from thinking that world was his to do whatever with simply because he had money; however, his mother could only do so much.

A few years after their marriage, Reagan was born and afterward Eisley. Reagan never got along with Reagan. The two were constantly bickering and everything was like a competition between the two. A competition that he was always winning. Eisley, on the other hand, he had a close relationship with. Utimately, Reagan was the outsider of the family; Alexander always made sure to make Reagan remember his place. He was the unwanted child. The child of Gregory Wickam, not Mr. Delcambre's. They had the same name, but both Lyla and Alexander knew the truth.

His grandparent's spoiling Reagan truly back-fired on the two. Reagan was constantly in and out of private schools. Each expelling him for a different, disruptive reason. In all honesty, the kid loved learning, but he loved pissing his family off even more. As a teen, he was extremely rebellious. He was a big part of the Dublin club scene. That's where he spent most of his nights at-drinking and getting high. He experimented with all drugs, and was known for drinking heavily at the parties. His "parents" tried to stop him, but he somehow always managed to do something else that grated on their nerves.

Reagan's childhood was uneventful, besides his trouble-making. He was a meddlesome boy though, that was for sure. His parents could barely handle him. One could say his trouble-making was a result of his need for attention. Attention he sorely lacked from his parents. His mother was depressed and completely in her own zone. And his 'father' was a businessman, enthralled with his women and his job. The only attention he received was from, unfortunately, his grand-parents.

Which was how Mr. Reagan Delcambre, ultimately, found out he had the power of music embedded in his blood (thanks to his biological father, unbeknownst to him). He started off with a piano, but he didn't encounter his true instrument until a few more experiments. Music was his life. From a young age, he explored the depths of the music scene ranging from Jefferson Airplane, the Beatles, Beachwood Sparks, you name it. The boy was listening to everything and practically anything. Each piece of new music giving him what he needed. The bass was his outlet. It was powerful.

And somehow, without warning, he met a group of people, members of the eventual across the spoiled sea, that would ultimately, change his life. Considering his personality and past, the friendships were completely unexpected and unpredictable. But in their own complex and quirky way, they worked perfectly fine. They were a few of the people that Reagan could ever and would ever, truly trust.

He's completely unaware of the truth concerning his father, but he's bound to find out sooner or later. Thing's don't remain a secret for long.

At the moment, Reagan is completely immersed in his music and nothing else. Joining across the spoiled sea and entering the euphoria music festival was the best thing that could ever happen to him.

He's had one hell of a life, but he'd be a fool if he didn't realize it's just the beginning.

[`tally ericson]

accepted ' '

Welcome to euphoria music festival !

This is an awesome appy ! It's long, yes, but I really loved it. The personality was amazing, and the history made me go awww. Can't say enough. KUDOS !

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