Post by aaron alexander schiff ® on Jul 5, 2008 14:57:15 GMT -8
» YOUR NAME; aly[/font][/size]
» YOUR AGE; eighteen
» YOUR OTHER CHARACTERS; admin, robbie, cadence
» HOW DID YOU HEAR ABOUT SBR?; admin
» FULL NAME; aaron alexander schiff[/font][/size]
» AGE; 21
» GENDER; male
» SEXUAL ORIENTATION; straight
» I AM; lead vocals & guitar in famously shameless
» CELEBRITY/PB; alex gaskarth[/font][/size]
» HEIGHT; six foot two
» WEIGHT; one hundred sixty three pounds
» HERITAGE; from santa barbara, california
» LINK TO ATLEAST 3 DIFFERENT PICTURES; [1] [2] [3]
» PERSONALITY; Aaron is a genuinely nice guy. He’s always very polite and friendly, especially with people he doesn’t know too well. He was taught his manners and he still uses them; he doesn’t talk with his mouth full,and he’ll open the car or store door for a girl. He always remembers his ‘please’ & ‘thank you’s when out in public, and always has that big smile on his face. He’s very enjoyable to be around, even though he tends to get a bit shy.
Once he’s let his guard down with you, don’t be surprised if he starts poking fun and getting sarcastic. It’s all in good fun though, really; he tends to keep honest negative opinions to himself. Still, he won’t miss an opportunity to embarrass his best friend in front of his girlfriend – over something harmless, of course – and he’s always one to make a heavy situation carry a little less weight. He’s like comic relief in human form, really.
He’s one of those people that was taught loyalty, and maintains it well. It’s also one of the qualities he respects most in other people. If you befriend Aaron, you have a friend for better or for worse. He will come through for you when you need him, time and time again. He’s always there to lend an ear or a shoulder to cry on or a ride home or night out if you need it. He’s one of those guys that never turns off his cell phone – not because he’s too scared to, but because he doesn’t want to miss a call from someone that might need his help. Yeah, he’s not opposed to random makeout sessions or even the occasional one night stand, but if he falls for a girl, he’s totally faithful – he likes relationships better, anyway.
Aaron’s just out to have fun in life. He doesn’t let much get him down, or much get him angry. He has very little temper, and if you see him turning red, it’s probably from embarrassment, not being mad. He tends to get quite bashful. He can be pretty childish sometimes – and not immature wise, just – innocent. He’s not one to get attatched too fast, and that’s his main way of avoiding pain. He tends to keep quiet about most of his feelings, but he has his moments.
Of course, when Aaron gets his drink on --which is unavoidable, being a rock star, these days -- he lets loose a bit. He can get pretty flirty and he's no stranger to making out with pretty random people. He's not much of a manwhore but he definitely has his moments; still, it's rare, because it just messes with his mind too much if he's sober enough to remember it.
» LIKES;• singing.
• photographs.
• rain.
• surfing – kind of.
• guitar.
• writing.
• the night sky.
• hats.
• poetry.
• outdoors.
• art.
• girls.
• drinking.
• corny jokes.
• random drives.
• travel.
» DISLIKES;• arrogance.
• uptight people.
• people who can’t take a joke.
• being interrupted when he’s concentrating.
• being stuck indoors.
• when pens run out of ink.
• dishonesty.
• people who constantly seek sympathy.
• being stalked by fans.
» OTHER?; none.
» FAMILY ; • Margaret Schiff; MOTHER[/size][/font]
• David Schiff; FATHER, RIP
• Juliet Schiff; LITTLE SISTER
» PAST; Aaron Alexander Schiff was born to Margaret and David Schiff of Santa Barbara, California. Aaron was a happy baby, never fussed much and always wearing that big smile from a young age. They grew up in a house on the beach; something that Aaron’s parents found a nuisance when their sandy toddler would track the sand all over the house, but worked out well for them, anyway. He grew up building sand castles, playing football, Frisbee, you name it. His dad taught him to swim at an early age and soon thereafter learned how to surf. Aaron loved to surf. He was really good at it, too. His father was a pro surfer who had won some pretty awesome championships at various locations around the world; it was in Aaron’s blood to be the next surfing legend. In fact, Aaron entered his first surf competition at age seven, on his little sister Juliet's fourth birthday.
But one day when Aaron was thirteen, his whole family was in Hawaii for a surf competition his father was in. A storm was brewing, but the competition went on, of course. David got in one ride; it was also his last. He got sucked under the wave when he judged it wrong, and the mistake turned fatal when his head smacked on the reef. They tried to revive him at a nearby hospital, but he was gone.
It was awful, being thirteen and losing your father. Aaron tried to keep up with surfing for a couple of years, but it just wasn’t the same. There was too much pressure to live up to his father’s figure; and he didn’t want to leave the same way his father did. He gave up his own competitive surfing career and took up a couple of new hobbies; guitar, and photography.
As Aaron grew older, he became more independent, more inspire by art than by sport. Within a year, he was exceptional at the guitar; seemed he had natural talent for that, too. Music and writing became his new refuge. He spent hours reading books, writing poems and lyrics, playing. He even took up photography as a hobby; he had a good eye for natural scenes. He spent a lot of time alone, actually, taking part in all these activities, or he’d spend a lot of time with his sister. Being left as the man of the house at age thirteen wasn’t the easiest thing, but he loved his sister with all his heart. Still, he was a popular kid, one of those that you never knew by interacting with him how hard things were at home.
As Aaron grew older he turned more deeply into the more artistic side of himself, and became quite good at song writing, as well as playing the guitar and singing. He started to search out people who shared his passions and the day after he graduated highschool, he wa signed to Spellbound Records. He's beenn living the dream ever since and loving every moment of it.
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& w a l k e r • l a n d o n ,
it's been a while since i've seen the way the candles light your face,
and it's been a while, but i can still remember just the way you taste
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[/quote][/size][/font][/blockquote]Walker actually loved all those things she seemed to stress over a bit, and he made a point of it to stick around for it when he could. Usually he had to be leaving for the studio around the time that everyone else was getting up, but if one of the twins was giving her a particularly hard time, or Lizzie was refusing to eat her cheerios because her favorite cartoon was on, Walker would call in a few minutes late and just deal with it. He knew he was lucky that he had such a flexible work thing, and he knew that if it was for anything but his huge family, he never would have gotten away with it. He was perfectly aware with the fact that he got away with so much family stuff because it looked good. He was one rock star who wasn't completely washed up. He did not have random children by odd women, he did not have candid pictures taken of him dancing on tables at bars downtown, he didn't have a DUI and he had not spent overnight in a jail cell. Instead, pictures that the papparazzi was able to snap were usually of him walking down the beach with Lizzie on his shoulders, or picking up an extra gallon of milk at the supermarket on his way home from the studio. For once, a positive image was casting light on a band and the studio wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize that. They liked having a band signed that had guys in it who seemed to have good heads on their shoulders, and were still able to put on a kickass show.
Walker knew that at the end of the day, Adam loved what she did just as much as he did. Sometimes it was surely harder for her to see, because she was the one who had to change diapers infinite times during the day, deal with fussy toddlers and sassy little girls, make sure that Trevor wasn't living off soda and chips. She was the one who saw to it that baths happened on time and messes got cleaned up before someone made them a bigger mess. He wondered, but had yet to really ask, what she had wanted, before he made his dream their dream. Walker knew that he'd had no direction in life whatsoever before he knew her; he had no idea what he wanted, and in fact, he never would have been now what he was if it wasnt for her. The last thing he'd wanted was a music career, to be a father. And now, he could not even imagine it any other way. He shuddered to think where he would be if she had not been there, so steady and encouraging, supporting. But what had she wanted, before she knew him? She had been perfect: the studious bookworm who surely had big things coming to her. But then life happened, Walker barged in, and she had become a stay at home mother, hardly having time to give another career a shot. Sometimes he wondered if that was what she had ever really wanted, but he was always too afraid to ask. It would have broken his heart to know that maybe her heart still laid somewhere else.
He did know that more often or not, this life of stay at home mother and wife got to her. She stressed out, even when he insisted that she shouldn't worry so much. Maybe it was easier for him, because he had about six or seven hours removed from the chaos every day. He knew that little things arose that had to be dealt with, tackled, but he always found himself assuring her that it would work out. Their kids were not going to grow up to be horrible people. They were not going to fail miserably at parenthood. Their kids were going to be respectful, attentive, good kids. She just had to give them some time and step back to realize that this was going to pay off. One day, when Walker and Adam were old and gray, they were going to have atleast three kids who realized they owed it back to their parents for all their hard work to stop by on Sundays for lunch, to call every Wednesday and tell them how life was going. They were going to be gradparents one day, maybe even great grandparents because they were still so young, and nothing was going to take that away from them now. Walker saw all the beauty of this family life style and he was constantly making sure that she saw it, too, or atleast that she knew somebody had that vision that wasn't easily shattered.
He really couldn't help from staring, and he didn't exactly scold himself for it, because he knew that for whatever reason, she was a little insecure about her looks these days. He couldn't imagine why; every day he woke, he still saw the same Adam he had all those years ago when he was eighteen and she finally gave into him, as horrible as it was to think. But even then there had been something a lot deeper to what had been going down, something he had never experienced before and had never experienced since with anyone but her. There was something so breathtaking about her that he really had never appreciated in female form before, something intriguing that just kept him wondering, even if he'd had every inch of her body more times than he could count. That mysterious veil was just never removed completely and it kept him doing things liket his, staring blankly at her with the steam from the shower fogging her features slightly.
As she spoke, a wide grin broke onto his face. He couldn't help it; she was so damn cute! Come on, how adorable was it to walk in on your wife stepping out of the shower, and she starts quoting Pirates of the Carribean at you? Alright, so maybe that wasn't every guy's fantasy but something about it caused Walker's heart to swell with pride and love for the little woman he called his wife. He didn't answer at first, just watched her every breathtaking move as she reached for his perfectly folded pajamas. He had extended hsi hand to take them but before e knew it, she had stepped closer, and the cloth material of her towel brushed the denim of the leg of his jeans. Something told her that he didn't want them anymore? She knew him too well. "Something tells me that you won't object if you have to fold these clothes from a heap on the floor in the morning, too," he murmered back, his voice so low that it did not even bounce off the tile walls. He smiled softly at her, his fingers reaching up and brushing softly over her bare shoulder, down her slender arm, her skin soft, warm, inviting. Some things, he realized contently, never changed.
