Post by BRONX ERICKSON WARD. on Jul 12, 2012 22:09:15 GMT -5
» BRONX WARD.
[atrb=border,0,true] | [style=width: 175px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; line-height: 100%; color:a3a3a3;]→ full name . bronx erickson ward. → nicknames . he'll answer to pretty well anything. → age & birthday . twenty-seven years old and born on july 13th. → sexual orientation . bisexual with a preference for males. → hometown . he was born in amsterdam, new york. he considers his hometown to be carmel, california. → occupation . musician / rhythm guitarist. → membergroup . returnee. → play-by . zacky vengeance. |
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likes ,
cuddling, kissing, sex, dominant guys, submissive females, eating, ice cream, music, video games, amusement parks, disney movies, cartoons, tattoos, art (particularly ink drawing), animals, hanging out with kids, thunderstorms, carbonated drinks.
dislikes ,
religion, sleeping in all day, silence, rejection, being cheated on, violence, condescending people, people who take themselves too seriously, ignorance, being ignored, long car rides, small spaces, being woken up, water sports.
personality bullets ,
Loyal, considerate, open-minded, caring, loving, sweetheart, romantic, energetic, animated, friendly, ambitious, motivated.
Hyperactive, childish, relatively immature, sarcastic, blunt, very honest, submissive, somewhat weak-willed, loud, obnoxious, unreliable, irresponsible.
family ,
John Ward – grandfather (deceased)
Amelia Ward - grandmother
pet ,
Lucifer the Macaw (click for photo).
Bronx got Lucy a little over three years ago and has since developed a very close bond with him. He treats the bird like his own child, sparing no expense and supplying Lucy with all kinds of toys and healthy food. Bronx will literally take time out of his day to spend time with his Macaw and show the affection the bird needs. Lucifer has free reign of Bronx’s apartment all of the time and he certainly makes himself heard with all of the things he can say. In fact, Bronx is so attached to the bird that he even brings Lucy along when he goes away on tour.
history ,
On the very day that Bronx Ward was born, he was in for quite a wild ride. Bronx's childhood wasn’t exactly the easiest to get through and it all started when he was born. Both of his parents were deadbeats from the very beginning who, although provided their son with the necessities, didn’t provide him with the love and affection that he needed. Things only started getting worse and by the time he was six years old, he was taken from his home and shunted into the system. After that, he spent quite a few years bouncing from foster home to foster home without ever finding a permanent one. Well, that is, until his grandparents were found and they made the offer to accept him into their home. After spending six years in the system, then ten-year-old Bronx was sent to Carmel, California, to be reunited with his loving grandparents. After that, things only seemed to get better and better.
The first couple years he spent in living with his grandparents were what he believed to be the best years of his life. Not only was he living with family again, family who he'd actually adored rather than some strange foster parents, but he was finally tied down and living in one place. He had chances to make friends, which he did, and to have relationships, which eventually, he did. On top of all that, there was also the fact that he was given the chance to take a few guitar lessons here and there. The lessons turned out to be a very good idea because he was eventually asked by a couple of his friends to join their band.
Preceding that, life got to be pretty damn sweet. The years that followed involved him moving out of his grandparents’ place, getting (and getting fired from) a few jobs here and there and, of course, riding on his band's coattails to success. Before he knew it, the band was gaining a solid fan base, and he moved into an apartment that he could actually decorate and paint with whatever his heart desired.
Obviously, it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Bronx did struggle with financial issues here and there, especially after his grandfather had fallen ill and he started doing his best to take some of the pressure off by paying a medical bill here and there along the way.
Things got extremely hard when his grandfather died. Despite the rough patches he'd been through in his life, the death of his grandfather was the hardest. He didn't know how to handle such dark and all-consuming grief. He stuck around for the important bits - the phone calls from family and friends, comforting his grandmother, attending the funeral - but then he took off. He left everything behind; including his band, parrot and grandmother. The only thing he brought with him was some clothes and his acoustic guitar.
Bronx was gone for a good long month, trying to figure out how best to say goodbye to his grandpa. He moved from place to place in California; playing guitar for coins, spending all his money on gas and living on little food. Regardless, it was the best trip he'd ever taken, and by the time he returned to Carmel, he was back to his normal Bronx-y self.
Years passed and things were never the same, but eventually got better. His band's success and fame went through the roof. Touring and playing shows got one hundred times more fun. He adopted a friendly macaw and visited his grandmother whenever he could.
Unfortunately, the band was brought back to Carmel due to a death in Dante's, and what he considered to be Bronx's, family. Over the years of making himself at home in the Collins residence, he'd grown particularly attached to Dante's mother. Her death hit him hard and on top of that, he had to be there to comfort both Collins brothers. It was another hard time, but Bronx managed to handle it better than he had his grandfather's death and stuck around to be there for his best friends.
Despite the tragic reason, Bronx eventually found that he was glad for a little time off. He loved his job and all, but time off from anything was never a bad thing. In fact, he really didn't have much to complain about. Being a successful guitarist in a famous band with his best friends at twenty-seven was definitely something to be proud of, after all.
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With a slight popping noise, Bronx pulled his mouth off of his boyfriend’s dick and grinned wildly. His mouth and throat were coated with… well, Jeremy, but regardless, the guitarist was quite pleased with his handiwork. Although it wasn’t a talent that he would go around bragging about to just anyone, he knew that he’d honed and perfected his blowjob-giving skills. The look on Jeremy’s gorgeous face only proved that fact.
“So?” He asked, still perched somewhat awkwardly in the English guy’s bunk and in between his legs. “How’d I do?” He added cheekily, his mischievous grin appearing on his face all over again. Leaving Jeremy’s pants and boxers undone and pulled down, he started slowly working his way back up. He started by leaving a kiss on the other guy’s hipbone, trailing a couple more against his bare chest while simultaneously pressing his own body against JD’s. By the time Bronx found his boyfriend’s lips and left a quick kiss there, he had completely made himself at home on top of Jer, cuddling himself into his body. The guy always managed to look and smell so good to him; it was exceedingly difficult for Bronx to refrain from indulging like he just had. Hell, like he still was, grazing his lips along the other man’s jaw line and breathing in the scent that lingered on his skin. “Damnit all.” He cursed under his breath, abruptly pulling himself off and heading out of the bunk. “You’re too damn attractive, y’know that?” He commented as he made for the bathroom. Had he not made his quick exit, Bronx would most certainly have gone about getting Jeremy back ‘at attention’, so to speak.
Without bothering to close the bathroom door behind him, he quickly rinsed his mouth out before chugging a glass of water. Since he hadn’t gone to the bathroom for any other reason aside from wanting to avoid getting too worked up so fast after already sucking him off, Bronx called it good after that and returned to Jeremy’s bunk. “Sorry doll, I had to get the salty taste out of my mouth.” He said, chuckling as he cuddled himself back up against JD’s body and made himself at home once more. He figured it was obvious enough that the taste of semen in his mouth was far from the actual reason why he’d jumped up and ran off to the bathroom so hastily.
This time, he remained on his side; his body pressed against Jeremy’s side, one hand keeping his head propped up. The other hand had taken to wandering over the other man’s chest. “So, in all seriousness…” He started, tracing the lines and curves of JD’s chest and stomach with his fingers. “Where would that rate compared to the other blow jobs you’ve gotten from me?” He couldn’t help but smirk as he asked, even though he was genuinely curious about the answer. “I was trying really hard this time.” He fell silent then, waiting for the other man to reply before Bronx started up on some other topic.
While he waited, he dropped his head down to cuddle with Jeremy a little better. He wasn’t sure whether the two of them would be within reaching distance for the rest of the day or not, but just in case, Bronx definitely wanted to get some cuddles in. He’d long since come to terms with the fact that his need for affection would never be completely satisfied or any substantial amount of time, but that was perfectly fine with him. “Do you happen to know where your smokes got to?” He asked somewhat suddenly. Affection wasn’t his only vice. “Mine are lost somewhere…” If he was being completely honest, he hadn’t even brought his cigarettes with him. He wasn’t about to admit to anything, but being with his boyfriend had been much too exciting for Bronx to remember anything other than his phone.
“So?” He asked, still perched somewhat awkwardly in the English guy’s bunk and in between his legs. “How’d I do?” He added cheekily, his mischievous grin appearing on his face all over again. Leaving Jeremy’s pants and boxers undone and pulled down, he started slowly working his way back up. He started by leaving a kiss on the other guy’s hipbone, trailing a couple more against his bare chest while simultaneously pressing his own body against JD’s. By the time Bronx found his boyfriend’s lips and left a quick kiss there, he had completely made himself at home on top of Jer, cuddling himself into his body. The guy always managed to look and smell so good to him; it was exceedingly difficult for Bronx to refrain from indulging like he just had. Hell, like he still was, grazing his lips along the other man’s jaw line and breathing in the scent that lingered on his skin. “Damnit all.” He cursed under his breath, abruptly pulling himself off and heading out of the bunk. “You’re too damn attractive, y’know that?” He commented as he made for the bathroom. Had he not made his quick exit, Bronx would most certainly have gone about getting Jeremy back ‘at attention’, so to speak.
Without bothering to close the bathroom door behind him, he quickly rinsed his mouth out before chugging a glass of water. Since he hadn’t gone to the bathroom for any other reason aside from wanting to avoid getting too worked up so fast after already sucking him off, Bronx called it good after that and returned to Jeremy’s bunk. “Sorry doll, I had to get the salty taste out of my mouth.” He said, chuckling as he cuddled himself back up against JD’s body and made himself at home once more. He figured it was obvious enough that the taste of semen in his mouth was far from the actual reason why he’d jumped up and ran off to the bathroom so hastily.
This time, he remained on his side; his body pressed against Jeremy’s side, one hand keeping his head propped up. The other hand had taken to wandering over the other man’s chest. “So, in all seriousness…” He started, tracing the lines and curves of JD’s chest and stomach with his fingers. “Where would that rate compared to the other blow jobs you’ve gotten from me?” He couldn’t help but smirk as he asked, even though he was genuinely curious about the answer. “I was trying really hard this time.” He fell silent then, waiting for the other man to reply before Bronx started up on some other topic.
While he waited, he dropped his head down to cuddle with Jeremy a little better. He wasn’t sure whether the two of them would be within reaching distance for the rest of the day or not, but just in case, Bronx definitely wanted to get some cuddles in. He’d long since come to terms with the fact that his need for affection would never be completely satisfied or any substantial amount of time, but that was perfectly fine with him. “Do you happen to know where your smokes got to?” He asked somewhat suddenly. Affection wasn’t his only vice. “Mine are lost somewhere…” If he was being completely honest, he hadn’t even brought his cigarettes with him. He wasn’t about to admit to anything, but being with his boyfriend had been much too exciting for Bronx to remember anything other than his phone.
