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 Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 5:24 pm
 Character - Moire Frost
Shop Concept - Silent Spy
Artwork (c) Teh Angel Yuna
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 6:49 pm
 walk of fame post.
intro/navigation.
andrew brandt.
moire frost.
important dates.
audition.
roleplay log.
extra.
journals.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 6:50 pm
andrew brandt. Career :: Singer/Guitarist/Musician.
Gender :: Male.
Birthday :: October 16, 1985.
Height:: 5’5”
Weight:: 130 lbs.
Ethnicity :: Puerto Rican.
Eye Color :: Brown.
Hair Style/Color :: Dark brown, with lighter brown mixed in there for effect.
Reference for his hair and his lip piercings.
Attire :: Long-sleeved tee-shirts; dark, slightly loose skinny jeans. Black high-top Converse. He likes a more relaxed look that he can wear during shows and at home. He has two lip piercings, right next to each other, that he usually wears rings in, as well as he has stretched/gauged ears.
Reference, left.
Personality :: Andrew is super laid back. He enjoys sitting in his room, just playing his guitar by himself, and listening to music. If you looked up “super-chill” in the dictionary, a little picture of Andrew playing acoustic guitar on his bed would be there instead of a description or definition.
Likes :: Sitting in his apartment, playing his guitar; music; friends; art; literature; piercings; tattoos; singing; guitar; bass [stand up and electric]; piano; trees and nature; black and white photographs; abstract art; b-movies; spiky hair; emo glasses; plain rings; things that don't match; plaid; other kinds of music; small furry creatures; sleeping in; staying up late; absurdly long song names; palindromes; poetry; malapropisms; hugs; taking pictures; the smell of rain; drum sets; the dark; lacking the filter between the brain and mouth; crayons; finding that one person that sends his heart aflutter; pipecleaners; sporks; ice cold eyes that make him melt; multi-colored hair; tight clothing on skinny, curvy, healthy girls; running his fingers through the grass; yellow slides; staring at the clouds; emotion; face paint; wide eyes; hearts; stars; cemeteries; castles; old record players; random band names; confidence [or a lack thereof]; shows and other live music; swinging microphones; acoustic guitar around a fire; backstage antics; spiders; caffeine; nerdy girls; laid-back girls; female musicians; scene girls; girls.
Dislikes :: Boredom; strict schedules; racism, sexism, and any other -ism or discrimination that comes to mind; selling shoes.
History :: Andrew was born in Puerto Rico in 1985 and moved to Seattle, Washington, when he was only three, after the death of his father. When he was in late elementary school, he picked up the acoustic guitar and began writing and singing his own music. In the eighth grade, at the age of fourteen, he won a school talent show for his acoustic covers of Green Day’s “Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)” and The Goo Goo Dolls’ “Iris.” With the prize money, he purchased a brand new acoustic guitar, thinking that he was going to be a big star one day. At the age of eighteen, he moved to California and began his search for a record company that would sign him. After much failure, he decided to move back to Seattle, where he worked at a mall selling shoes.
Upon hearing about Walk of Fame, the talent agency that had signed Recks Aldwin, Andrew decided that one final try at fame was worth losing his job, so he quit, devoting all of his time to practicing and gearing up for his most important performance yet.
Mother :: Ingrid Delgado (born 1967).
Father :: Benicio Delgado (died 1988, age 27).
Siblings :: Mariana (born 1993).
Love Interest :: None.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 6:51 pm
moire frost. Name :: Akki Frost.
Gender :: Female.
Birthday :: July seventh, 1990.
Height :: 5'5".
Weight :: 120lbs.
Ethnicity :: Caucasian; mostly Irish, Swedish, and Italian.
Eye Color :: Blue.
Hair Color :: Um... it's copperish right now...
Favorite Music :: Alternative/emo/punk. Mostly.
...what else do you want to know?
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 6:52 pm
important dates. December 25th, 2009 :: Bumped up to Talented level!
December 18th, 2008 :: Andrew meets Isabella Sinda, and the two get backstage passes to meet Trinity Tears in the Holiday '08 event!
December 11th, 2008 :: Andrew's first performance!
December 06th, 2008 :: Andrew has arrived!
November 25th, 2008 :: Discovered that Andrew was accepted into the Walk of Fame Talent Agency!
November 20th, 2008 :: Entered Andrew into the Fall Auditions.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 6:53 pm
audition. Andrew craned his neck around the throng of people ahead of him. Dancers, musicians, actors, all were in line before him, and all were nervously awaiting his or her turn. The woman directly in front of him, an extremely tall blonde that was obviously trying to be accepted as a model, swished on a layer of too-pink lip gloss while pouting into a tiny hand-held mirror. A few people ahead of her, a man in a leotard was breathing heavily into a brown paper bag, while the women in tutus around him fanned him with their applications.
Andrew shifted his guitar strap on his shoulder uneasily. It wasn’t the impending audition that was making him nervous; on the contrary, the rush of adrenaline he got from performing made him eager and excited. But the eerie silence that greeted him in this huge lobby full of people made his mind race; he never took silence in stride. Something was wrong.
“You have any gum?” the model in front of him asked, her voice too bubbly-high and her head inches above his. He shook his head slowly, keeping his hands firmly grasped to his guitar; if need be, he could beat her away with it. He had done performances without musical accompaniment before.
“Whatever,” she said, flicking her long hair directly in his face and turning around as he reached in his pocket, retrieving a piece of gum and shoving it in his mouth.
“Andrew Brandt, you’re up!” called a man from the audition door entrance, looking at his clipboard.
“Hey, I was here first!” some guy that looked like a professional wrestler said from the front of the line.
“We’re going alphabetically, Andrew Brandt is up,” the man said impatiently, tapping his clipboard with his pen while Andrew navigated around the too-tall blonde.
He nodded briefly in acknowledgement to the man with the clipboard as he made his way into the audition room, picking a few random notes on his guitar as he entered.
“My name is Andrew Brandt, I’m twenty-three years old and I’m from Seattle, Washington,” he began, taking a seat on a stool that had been set out for him and adjusting his guitar on his knee. “I’m going to be playing Grand Theft Autumn, by Fall Out Boy. So, uh, enjoy.” He smiled, meeting each one of the judges’ gazes, as he began playing the familiar tune.
“When I wake up,
I'm willing to take my chances on
The hope I forget
That you hate him more than you notice
I wrote this for you...”
He heard his own voice and thought sounded incredible in the audition room. The acoustics did wonders for it, and he was surprised that the guitar he’d had since the eighth grade still stayed in tune relatively well for a change. Being used to playing in his bedroom made everything sound better.
When he was finished, he flicked his hair out of his eyes, his cheeks red from excitement and his smile stretching from ear to ear.
“Thanks, guys,” he said, nodding to the judges as he stood. “Hope you liked it,” he called behind his shoulder as he exited the audition room.
The model and the ballet dancers that had been in front of him gasped when he came out. “I could hear you from out here!” giggled the blonde model, clapping her hands together. “You were a-may-zing.”
“Thanks,” Andrew responded quietly, striding over to his guitar case with a sparkling eye, his chest swelling proudly. He did well. That’s all he could ask for.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 6:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 6:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 7:45 pm
Journal Entry #1.
December Sixth.
So, being accepted wasn't as... eye-opening... as I thought it'd be. I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunities for me to be publicized soon enough, but right now, I feel rather useless. Especially since I'm sitting in my room, writing in this bloody journal, when I feel like I should be out performing or something.
My guitar has been untouched for days. I don't really mind, though. The weather is much nicer than I remember it ever being at this time of year, so I've been hanging out in the garden more, taking pictures and all that jazz. Outdoors are not a good place for my guitar. Bugs and that nice wood. Nope. No way.
I wrote some lyrics and stuff not too long ago. Kind of cheesy, kind of emo. But you know what? It's all acoustic, didn't cost me a penny, and I had fun writing it. Triple win.
I'm going out for a coffee or a trip to the garden or something. Maybe I'll play some guitar later. No clue. I'll probably add more onto this tonight. Ugh. I feel like some twelve-year-old girl and her new diary. Ew.
Andrew.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 7:31 pm
Journal Entry #2.
July seventh.
So, I hate to admit this, but I lost this diary/journal/whatever for quite some time. After the whole Holiday '08 shooting, and the threat of the killer on the loose, I thought it would be best if I stayed at home for a while. Just in case, since I had been seen with Trinity Tears and Isabella Sinda earlier.
Okay, correction; I was too afraid to go outside. There. Happy now? [Wait... who am I worried about believing me or not? I'm confused.]
Anyway, I lost the journal when I decided to not leave my house for quite some time. Things got a bit chaotic and messy 'round here. There's nothing like mid-summer cleaning, though!
I'm planning on attending Sheldon Bratt and Holly Maytag's shindig tonight... channeling Chaos in the Dance Hall [Panic at the Disco] for my outfit. It's going to be epic.
s**t, I'm going to be late. I'll write more about it if I don't misplace my journal again. I'm out.
Andrew.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 9:51 pm
Journal Entry #3.
December twenty-seventh.
Things have been crazy, and when I say crazy, I mean I've been shut up in my apartment for far too long. I've written a lot of new stuff, I put up all of my posters and stuff in my bedroom (finally), and I learned how to cook something that wasn't Easy Mac or ramen. I'd call the past few months a success.
Mom called yesterday. She misses me. Mariana does too. I can't believe she'll be turning seventeen on the fourth! Baby sister, all grown up. She's planning on coming out to visit me soon, I think. I may have to keep her away from Oz Parker, she seems to like him a whole bunch. ("Oh, Andy, you HAVE to introduce us! I think we'd be perfect together! Can you give him my number?" Seriously, little sis? UGH.)
Speaking of growing up, I still haven't celebrated my twenty-fourth birthday. I haven't celebrated any birthdays in a while. I may have to do that soon... I think the last birthday I did anything special for was when I was finally old enough to see an R-rated movie by myself. I mean, with a girl. Without my mom. Totally.
Wow, I'm even lying to my journal now. And writing everything I think. I like it. I would kind of like to keep up with this, for future reference, you know?
Oh, back to news. I got a new agent today. Phoebe Wilson. I must admit, I'm rather excited by all this change; I feel like I haven't done anything in so long, and I'm starting to get a little rusty. Maybe I'll hit up Oz, see what he's up to, and go out for a night on the town. Or maybe I'll call up one of the girls I've been hanging around with at those parties... gotta start somewhere.
I'll probably write more tomorrow. For now, a bowl of generic cereal is calling my name, and a new melody is running through my head. Off to record and stuff my face. Goodnight, journal.
Andrew.
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