croft, lionel bruno

[lionel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeeeee, border: #59b1ba 5px solid; width: 400px; height: 500px;] hey there. the name's LIONEL BRUNO CROFT! i go by LION if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am TWENTY FOUR & loving it. oh. you've heard that I'm HETEROSEXUAL? & that I'm from PORT HURON, MICHIGAN? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta get going, BAND GIG is calling. see ya'! bee tee dubs, i'm a LOCAL. HISTORY, i was born on august tenth, nineteen eighty-seven, to ralph and carol croft. second born son and child. i have an older brother of two years, garrett, and then three younger sisters, tessa, aidan, and addison. my mother took care of all of us as she was a stay at home mom as my father worked. don't really know what he worked on besides the fact that were rich and got spolied from time to time with gifts. though i did notice growing up my father spent more time out of the house and at work, and overheard him and my mother talking about his many mistresses on the side. he sure did love the younger women, even though i do know for a fact that he never actually fathered any other child than my siblings and i. that fact if for certain. when i was able to move out of the house, i took that advantage. i wanted out of my hometown, port huron, michigan, because i wanted to go somewhere more exciting, more adventure in a way, not to mention i was in a band and still am, sorta. i traveled around playing shows all around the states and canada, before somewhat making a permanent home in new haven, connecticut. there i sort of made a life for myself, trying to make new music for my band before we called it quits and went our seperate ways. though i never really told anyone that i was born a rich billionaire. my father still pays for most of my things, so i don't really have to work, but sorta choose to. though there is one detail of my life i would rather keep out of the public eye though. i fell in love with a girl, shocking information, but truthfully, it's not. it's the outcome of the relationship is the shocking part. because of my father's cheating habits, i have this habit of not accepting the fact of cheaters. especially cheating girlfriends. callie rose was her name. she was pretty amazing, from the start when i first met her. she came to a show and got pictures with us and we sort of hit it off from there. but blah, blah, all that fun stuff. well the exciting stuff is this, i caught her cheating when i went out with a bunch of friends celebrating a birthday, and i found her drunk off her ass, all over this guy who acted like he knew her too well. it turned out she been cheating on me for quite some time, probably using me to get close to my money, or my father's money. well the happy ending wasn't so happy. i broke it up with her over a text message, i know it's so messed up, but so is cheating and actually enjoying the company of the guy you're not dating than you're actual boyfriend. i went into this sad state, not wanting to see anyone, no friends, nor family. and trust me, i'm really close to my siblings, so they would notice my absence fairly quickly. i'm not a drug addict or anything, though i do smoke here and there, but that's not want i got myself into. i just popped a few pills too many, in hopes of overdosing and dying. i was in too much grief and distress, that i couldn't handle my daily life. it just seem like a burden of me to stay alive. i wanted to leave, and make everyone stop worrying about me, and killing myself sounded like the best idea at the time. now i know it's not. and i feel really bad about because this all happen when i was twenty years old. but that's not even the worse part. because since i am close with my siblings, they started to get a little noisy with my surroundings and start wondering what i was up to. my sister, aidan, happened to come across me in my bedroom with the bottle opened on my nightstand. she was more scared than anyone and she was the one who basically saved my life. she made me get clean and return to normal, in hopes to never meet up with callie rose ever again. and i really don't plan on seeing her ever again, because she is never getting my money. but i was forced into rehab until i was feeling better about myself and was actually showing improvement. because of this ordeal, now my father makes sure to pay for everything i buy and keeps tabs on me. he doesn't want me acting up again, it's like he always has an eye on me now. keeping me in my own little prison of what i want to do except for him being the puppet master with a live puppet. but now my life is back to normal or at least standard living. i walk dogs here and there at times, i stay home writing music, playing my piano and all that fun stuff. i get some gigs to play and sing here and there, but pretty much nothing to exciting. PERSONALITY, how would i describe myself, well first off, i wouldn't really know. because i can't explain how to explain myself in such a short meaning, it's more like a long explanation. i sure hope you don't mind listening that long. i'm not one to be all open and share any of my personal history with anyone right away. maybe if people actually knew me better, possibly. but don't hope for it, because you'll have to pry it out to get what you're looking for. i've learned that the hard way with being open about things with people, it wasn't a pretty ending. but lessons were learned and people are gone. though now i've become more closer to my family than i would have had before i tried to commit suicide, i'm more outgoing towards them and maybe a few very close friends, who actually know what i've gone through. i put on different masks to different people, see what i did there, i'm spilling my guts out and i'm putting on a mask. no one sees this outgoing mask ever, if any rarely at all. though i may appear this way if there was some sort of masked ball and no one knew what i looked like from my figure then i would totally be someone different than what i normally act like. my friends call me a joker because i love playing pranks and practical jokes on them from time to time. it's so fun to see their reactions and because it brightens up my mood. i appear to be a happier person with doing something i acutally love. my friends are always on alert not knowing when i will pull a prank on them. but in the end we all have a good laugh about it. also i'm a huge dog lover, i have three huskies. is it too much. i'm very much a dog person, enjoying almost every other minute with them. having a blast with all three of them knowing they will always love their owner no matter what happens to them. but they do get spoiled too much and too often. i go all out for the dogs though. they get new toys like every two weeks and the best dog food there is, no fillers, only the real stuff. they even get some home cooked meals some times (only hamberger and rice), but still they do have a pretty good life. though i'm bit of a loner at times. i do enjoy spending time just by myself, it's not like i'm going in a depression again and thinking about committing suicide, again. i just like spending time alone. is that so bad to do? i sure hope not. but it does get a bit lonely though. ever since my 'incident with death' i haven't really been looking for a girlfriend in hopes my heart would get broken again and i go in another state of shock and kill myself. which would be odd because i'm so over it, hopefully. but it's just a very bad gut feeling i have with getting close to the other gender. they aren't bad friends, i just don't care to tell them about anything of my past or that i have money. because you know most girls or those who want to be rich tend to go for the guys who have the moola. using the old farts, but considering i'm not an old fart and i do have money (which, in fact belong to my father, who is an old fart), it's a totally different story. it's like being used, and i don't like that feeling what's so ever. being used is not good for me at all. but that's besides the fact. though i have this dark secret, except it's not so dark, i have a candy addiction. the candy is heath bars. they are a bad obession, but in a way a good one. nothing too dangerous with it. though it best to not dig in the couch custons though, you may find a lot of wrappers buried in between them. but that's a good secret, a pet peeve well i have few. number one is girls drooling over the way i look, i may be one of those punk looking guys. but i'm not one that's going to like immediately notice you and act like i'm in a band. number two, people who use people aren't cool, you're just a sucker. sucking the life out of a person because they are being used to do your dirty work and give you what you want not what you deserve. number three is more personal in a way i wish my father would actually trust me with living my life the way i want it. without him looking over my shoulder every minute of everyday. though it may be like this for the rest of my life and i am the one who screwed this over for my own self. APPEARANCE, my appearance, well i'll tell you this much, my parents don't help me with the picking of my clothes. that's all my job, just because they have the money does not mean i go all out and buy that expensive clothing that's in style. i just tend to get what i normally get. the clothes that feel comfortable and look like me. nothing too extraordinary or fancy, more like comfort clothes. though i do have a closet filled of plaid shirts, short sleeve and long sleeve. a bunch of somewhat skinny jeans, more loose like than tight. oh and my footwear consists of some boots and vans shoes. yep plain and simple like i told ya. nothing fancy and nothing too out of budget, give or take that i am always at a budget that's really never ending. truth be told i don't care how people see me, if they want to be disgusted with the way i look it's there own problem not mine. i don't care, it's the reason why i look what i look like. who would blame me for not wanting to be always lazy, even though at times i do try to seem like i'm dressing my best, but it truly doens't matter to me. the way you look shouldn't be focused on how people are going to judge you, but how the way you want to feel about yourself. since you know the saying expressing yourself. then express yourself the way you want to. easy as pie. though the way i express myself would be like this rocker like punk guy. i have gauged ears, i'm covered with tattoos, from my arms to my chest to the side of torso. i shave every once in a while when i feel like i want to have a clean face without having scruff. (which i do love my scruff during the winter). THE ROLEPLAYER, i'm smokey! let's see where do i begin. well i'm almost nineteen years old, less than a month away. i live in the bi-polar state of colorado, which actually got a white christmas this year despite the news caster saying we weren't going have one. i've been rping for about, i don't know, i believe like 6 years or so. i love every avenue (hint, hint, lead singer), mayday parade, and a bunch of other bands similar to them. i love my three hamsters, cat and dog. and that's probably about it.

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