Post by ZACHARY JAMES HAVOK, on Mar 6, 2012 6:35:40 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #4D5761; padding:30px; border-top: 3px #6E93B5 dashed; border-bottom: 3px #6E93B5 dashed; border-left: 3px #6E93B5 dashed; border-right: 3px #6E93B5 dashed;] zachary james havok 21 BASSIST SLAYING CERBERUS GEORGE BOLEYN Hey there. My name is Zachary James Havok, I am twenty one years young, and slap the bass for Slaying Cerberus. Yeah, I'm probably the best at what I do compared to all of them, but you know, whatever. The first few things that come to mind when I think of myself is perfection. I don't have a flaw in the world. I'm good looking, strong, and able to break people down with minimal effort. Arrogant you say? That's just a dull excuse for people realizing that someone's so amazingly above them. I'm manipulative, that's for sure. I can figure out how to get under everyone's skin, make people feel like shit about themselves, make them feel bad for me. Its a favorite past time- what can I say? That past time started at a young age. My parents were rather similar- or rather, should I say my mom? My dad left us when I was only around ten, my sister merely eight. I could give two shits about that. They argued constantly before that. There was a few times those arguments became physical, one that stands out to me. It was before they broke up. My dad threw a plate, and it shattered, slicing my sister's eyebrow. Every since then I was rather protective over her. If anyone fucked with her, they were dealing with me. I consider it a weakness now though. I hate being in those sort of positions. I wasn't so much of an outcast as a rebel in high school- I suppose I still kind of am. I didn't work at all, often skipped classes, and was usually found stoned behind the school's sports fields, probably with my tongue down some chick's throat. The life, eh? I was always into the bass, I guess. I always had a callus on my palm from it, and when I realized how much drugs, alcohol, and sex was involved in music, I knew that was exactly what I wanted to do. Though that was nearly shattered when I nearly went to jail. I mean, what do you expect from a guy like me? It wasn't my fault, no, it couldn't be my fault. It was when I got in a large fight with my best friend. He said something cheesy, like you'd expect the bad guy in a disney movie to say, like, “You'll regret ever crossing me!” or whatever shit. So what, I slept with his girlfriend? Wasn't like they'd work out. I came home to my sister sobbing. Turns out Mister Disney had enough balls to rape my sister. I don't think I've ever been so angry. The next day at school I basically broke every fucking bone in his body. I simply said he fell off the bleachers because he was so baked. He blamed me, and I managed to get him alone again. This was one of the first time I realized I could manipulate people so well. While he spat words of anger, I calmly said all the right things. The next day he agreed that it was his fault, and he no one messed with me- or my sister for that matter- again. I graduated without failing my senior year, (which is a miracle within itself, trust me) and found my way into a few bands before Slaying Cerberus. They're pretty interesting, but like I said, I'm the best in the band. What can I say? They're a bunch of douche bags anyways. lying is my favorite passion flea. ageless. eastern. |
