Post by AXEL VIKTOR WOLFF. on Jul 28, 2012 17:35:09 GMT -5
» AXEL WOLFF.
[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;]→ axel viktor wolff. → axe, mr. wolff → fourty two, april 21st → heterosexual . → berlin, germany . → promoter . → local . → till lindemann . |
» THE FREESTYLE APP.
TIME LINE .
age five - mother dies at the hand of his father, who is then revealed to be a famous serial killer that went after younger, blond women. was then taken in by foster parents.
age ten - managed to kill his foster father by strangling him with a scarf after he tried to sexually assault Axel. had been dealing with the abuse ever since he got taken in. was sentenced to three years in juvenile retention center due to manslaughter.
age thirteen - released for retention and starts going to therapy regularly. grandmother takes him in.
age fifteen - things get better as he goes to highschool. makes friends but still feels different.
age seventeen - starts getting into heavy metal and separates from his old friends.
age nineteen - has fallen into drugs and partying. basically lives on friends' couches seeing as his grandmother kicked him out. falls in love for the first time with his soon-to-be ex-wife. managed to get a job as a janitor at a seedy metal concert hall.
age twenty one - gets married to first love, who is also his best friend but knows nothing of his past.
age twenty three - tells her about his past and she soon ends their marriage, telling him that she can not stay married to a murderer. axel falls deeper into drugs and quits his job.
age twenty seven - moves to Los Angeles with friends in hopes of making it big with his band. band soon falls apart but Axel starts looking for job to do with anything music.
age thirty - has been apprenticing under a big shot promoter for a while now and has finally decided to start his own promotion company.
age thirty five - after almost losing everything and three failed tours, finally gets up and moves to carmel, california and has made a name for himself.
present day - still goes to therapy and vowed to never get into a committed relationship, seeing as he realizes no one can handle his past, not even himself. [/ul]
LIKES .
DISLIKES .
LATEST VOICEMAILS .
"Axel, I need you to tell me what the best time to set up a meeting is. I know how you get when things get behind schedule, but it's hard for me to get it in on time if I have a question and you won't answer!" - Sales Director
"Hey baby, had fun last night. You know I always love seeing you face, text me whenever you're in the area." - Constant Hookup
"Mr. Wolff, this is Dr. Coven, please give me a call back. Just need you to confirm our appointment for a week from Tuesday. Thanks." - His Therapist
"Axel. You. Me. Drinks. C'mon man, you owe me." - Buddy
THINGS ALWAYS ON HIS PERSON .
- cigarettes
- phone
- wallet
- hulk zippo lighter
- wedding ring
- ipod
- hunting knife
NEED TO KNOW .
- has always had a thing for dark haired women
- never sleeps with blonds
- he has a sick sense of humor and never apologizes for it, even if he offends you
- has a raging temper than can be set off very easily
- gets frustrated easily and when something goes wrong, always blames himself
- has a thing for liking pain. but never plans to explore it out of fear he'll end up like his father
- can sing very well and once had a band
- is a very good showman, knows how to get people to go to shows
- borderline pyromaniac, is a licensed pyrotechnic
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» OUT OF CHARACTER.
→ charlie .
→ nineteen and female .
→ no fucking clue . i think pacific time .
→ none so far .
→ Before the tour, Marilyn had made a living by working in Sephora and Mac locations in her city and had even got up to be the general manager of one store. Most people would have to ask how someone so not personable had managed to snag such a position. The answer was simple, Marilyn faked it. She faked nice all day at work because she knew that, if she didn't she wouldn't be able to do what she loved, which was make up. However, when the manager for murder Mayhem had happened across her doing someone's make up in the store she had been working at and offered her the job, she took it without hesitation. She knew it was going to be so much easier than pretending to like people all day, she only had to pretend with a few people. And, who knew, maybe she would be able to make friends. When she realized just who else was on the tour, though, she could barely contain her excitement. She loved Succubus, The Phantom Agony and Disturb the Peace, all of them owning a spot on her ipod permanently. Oddly enough, she had never heard of A Tasteful Death, or had maybe heard of them but never really took the time ti listen to them. When she did manage to listen to them, which was a live set from backstage after doing Faye's make up, it wasn't exactly the music she was interested. Thus started the string of hook ups between herself and Gambit that were only now starting to feel like something more to her, though she would never admit it.
When she had managed to sneak her hand into his pocket and pull out his smokes, she could tell that Gambit was not exactly excited about the fact that she had done so. It wasn't like she actually cared, she only found it quite cute and amusing, it was like Gambit was scared of her knowing anything that intimate about him. Walking through the dance floor, she felt herself getting pushed and bumped by all of the drunk dancers that seemed to be too lost in their own little world to realize that they were bumping into someone who didn't exactly want to get bumped into. Having been to many clubs before, Marilyn had grown immune to the constant pushing and shoving that she knew came with the deal, but it still pissed her off. It should be obvious that Marilyn loved crowds, just simply because of the fact that she went to clubs all of the time, well it wasn't the case. She hated crowds and would do anything to getaway form them, except if it meant a good fuck. She was all about a good fuck; so when she saw Gambit, she knew she could tolerate the crowds for a bit longer. But, even after a while of trying to talk to Gambit over the loud music and shouting people, Marilyn knew she couldn't take much more. That was why she stole his smokes, to get some one on one time with him as well as escape the crowd.
Once they neared the smoke deck, she felt his arms slip around her and, to be honest, it had caught her off guard. Well, until she felt him push her up against the balcony, then she realized what his true intentions were. All she could think about, as she put her cigarette into her mouth and watched as he leaned forwards and lit both of their cigs with the same flame, was how good his lips tasted and how amazing his hands felt all over her body. The mere thoughts made her want to spread her legs more, and she did almost giving him the most blatant message that she was more than ready to just leave right now and pay for the hotel with him only buying one of her drinks and giving her one of his smokes. With their faces still close, she took a drag of her cigarette and blew it away and into the air. As close as they were, she wasn't about to use it as an excuse to blow smoke in his face. Nodding at his words, she looked into his eyes and smirked, Mhm, I'm feeling generous tonight." she explained before she watched him lean into closer to her ear, knowing that there could only be good that came from his lips as he did so.
His words caused her to sink into railing more, knowing that, when it came down to him, it wouldn't take that many drinks before she would be begging him to take her to the hotel room. Hell, it could even get as bad as her asking him to take her to the bathroom to fuck, she didn't care. Turning her head to face him, she bit on her lower lip and smirked, trying her hardest not to give away just how much she was craving him. With their noses just barely touching, she spoke just as quietly as he had, "Why don't you just try and we'll find out..." she replied before she leaned closer and brushed her lips against his, inviting him to a kiss that he had to know would be much less gentle than the initial brush she had just given him. Marilyn was all about making out, she loved it and if any man wasn't willing to participate in a good make out session before sex, she wouldn't be nearly as satisfied when it came down to the actual act of sex. Gambit should have known this by now, so Marilyn was confident that he was going to get the message.
[/center]→ nineteen and female .
→ no fucking clue . i think pacific time .
→ none so far .
→ Before the tour, Marilyn had made a living by working in Sephora and Mac locations in her city and had even got up to be the general manager of one store. Most people would have to ask how someone so not personable had managed to snag such a position. The answer was simple, Marilyn faked it. She faked nice all day at work because she knew that, if she didn't she wouldn't be able to do what she loved, which was make up. However, when the manager for murder Mayhem had happened across her doing someone's make up in the store she had been working at and offered her the job, she took it without hesitation. She knew it was going to be so much easier than pretending to like people all day, she only had to pretend with a few people. And, who knew, maybe she would be able to make friends. When she realized just who else was on the tour, though, she could barely contain her excitement. She loved Succubus, The Phantom Agony and Disturb the Peace, all of them owning a spot on her ipod permanently. Oddly enough, she had never heard of A Tasteful Death, or had maybe heard of them but never really took the time ti listen to them. When she did manage to listen to them, which was a live set from backstage after doing Faye's make up, it wasn't exactly the music she was interested. Thus started the string of hook ups between herself and Gambit that were only now starting to feel like something more to her, though she would never admit it.
When she had managed to sneak her hand into his pocket and pull out his smokes, she could tell that Gambit was not exactly excited about the fact that she had done so. It wasn't like she actually cared, she only found it quite cute and amusing, it was like Gambit was scared of her knowing anything that intimate about him. Walking through the dance floor, she felt herself getting pushed and bumped by all of the drunk dancers that seemed to be too lost in their own little world to realize that they were bumping into someone who didn't exactly want to get bumped into. Having been to many clubs before, Marilyn had grown immune to the constant pushing and shoving that she knew came with the deal, but it still pissed her off. It should be obvious that Marilyn loved crowds, just simply because of the fact that she went to clubs all of the time, well it wasn't the case. She hated crowds and would do anything to getaway form them, except if it meant a good fuck. She was all about a good fuck; so when she saw Gambit, she knew she could tolerate the crowds for a bit longer. But, even after a while of trying to talk to Gambit over the loud music and shouting people, Marilyn knew she couldn't take much more. That was why she stole his smokes, to get some one on one time with him as well as escape the crowd.
Once they neared the smoke deck, she felt his arms slip around her and, to be honest, it had caught her off guard. Well, until she felt him push her up against the balcony, then she realized what his true intentions were. All she could think about, as she put her cigarette into her mouth and watched as he leaned forwards and lit both of their cigs with the same flame, was how good his lips tasted and how amazing his hands felt all over her body. The mere thoughts made her want to spread her legs more, and she did almost giving him the most blatant message that she was more than ready to just leave right now and pay for the hotel with him only buying one of her drinks and giving her one of his smokes. With their faces still close, she took a drag of her cigarette and blew it away and into the air. As close as they were, she wasn't about to use it as an excuse to blow smoke in his face. Nodding at his words, she looked into his eyes and smirked, Mhm, I'm feeling generous tonight." she explained before she watched him lean into closer to her ear, knowing that there could only be good that came from his lips as he did so.
His words caused her to sink into railing more, knowing that, when it came down to him, it wouldn't take that many drinks before she would be begging him to take her to the hotel room. Hell, it could even get as bad as her asking him to take her to the bathroom to fuck, she didn't care. Turning her head to face him, she bit on her lower lip and smirked, trying her hardest not to give away just how much she was craving him. With their noses just barely touching, she spoke just as quietly as he had, "Why don't you just try and we'll find out..." she replied before she leaned closer and brushed her lips against his, inviting him to a kiss that he had to know would be much less gentle than the initial brush she had just given him. Marilyn was all about making out, she loved it and if any man wasn't willing to participate in a good make out session before sex, she wouldn't be nearly as satisfied when it came down to the actual act of sex. Gambit should have known this by now, so Marilyn was confident that he was going to get the message.
