DELCAMBRE, LEON E.

[leon emerson delcambre]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2nqfdd2.jpg); border: solid 5px #d6d6d6; width: 250px; -webkit-border-radius: 50px 4px 50px 4px; -moz-border-radius: 50px 4px 50px 4px; line-height:85%; margin-top: 5px] LEON EMERSON DELCAMBRE, "cocaine, champagne, cocaine, champagne, cocaine, champagne" TWENTY-THREE | ALL OUT OF RIOT | LEAD VOCALS/GUITAR | JARED FOLLOWILL "SO TELL ME, WHO ARE YOU AGAIN?" "really? is this even necessary? it's funny. most of the time, i don't have the privilege of telling people who i am. they, for the most part, assume they know. i'm a bit infamous. for the things i do, or don't do. but fuck it, let's get these shitty formalities out of the way. i'm leon emerson delcambre,. twenty-three and i've been there, done that. originally from Ireland, but i've been all over the damn world. ma and pa had big dreams as most often do and brought me stateside for the majority of my teen life. what a fucking load of wank. then again, there's nothing like those california girls back home. i got tired of all that west coast business and found myself in las vegas, nevada. home of the sinners and bright lights. anyway, mom was a model, dad some ceo big shot. trophy wife meets man with bags of money and you get one big helping of fucking happy as fuck family with a bratty, yet charming (in my sincerest opinion), son. had a bit of a thing for music growing up, next thing i know, i'm in a band. lead vocalist and guitarist for all out of riot. means the world to me, that damn band. can't really tell though, considering the ass hat of a show i usually find myself playing every damn night. and there you have it ladies and gentlemen. " "RIGHT RIGHT, SORRY. SO TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF." "depending on who you're talking to, i can be a saint or the biggest dipshit of an asshole you'll ever meet. i think the latter is the more popular of the two. hey, who am i to deny the truth? though, if you equate being honest with being an asshole, then i completely see where you're coming from. if you don't, then you're a fucking moron. i say what i want, when i want to say it. i'm a pretty candid individual. i have no qualms about people's feelings. hey, i'm all about darwin's survival of the fucking fittest, alright? which leads me to my next, charming personality trait. people say i can be a bit, uh, what's the word? oh right right, conniving, manipulative, you know, the works. i think they're giving me way too much credit, but what can i say, i'm a humble kind of guy. anyway, maybe it was the fact that my father was never there, or my mother was too busy snorting with the other socialite mother's leaving me to be raised by a goddamn nanny, or maybe me being an asshole had nothing to do with either of them. whatever, i'm not going to blame my parents or some shit. i'm an asshole because i choose to be. i don't like being walked all over. i'm not a fucking pussy, and yeah, i like to start shit. i have my moments, though. come on, you don't expect me to really be that much of a bastard, do you? i can be loyal. that's for damn sure. not like a dog or anything. if i know where you stand with me though, i'll sure as hell help you beat fuckers up if need be. but i'm not sentimental or anything. nor do i get attached easily. some might say i'm actually a bit of a skeptic. makes sense seeing as i've got some fucked up issues with commitments. i don't do relationships. i fuck, and that's about it. hell, it's even hard for me to have friends for fucks sake. let alone an actual relationship with another person. whatever. take it or leave it. i'm a bit of an asshole and yeah, i can't help it. i do what i want. " "INTERESTING! WHERE WAS IT THAT YOU SAID YOU COME FROM?" " you want my life story. well, i was born to charles and elle delcambre. i was a wealthy brat, not going to front. like i said, mom a formal model and dad some ceo asshole. so i've always been ale to get what i want, when i want. no was a foreign word to me. i grew up in ireland. my mother was hardly ever home. even when she was, she was too pissed off at the one kid who spoiled her career. me, right? anyways, i spent most of my time terrorizing the nannys and shit my parents hired to coddle me. being a toddler and on wasn't much different. as a teen, i was pretty normal for the most part. hate to admit it, but i did go through an awkward phase. didn't have much time to think about it though seeing as i had this thing for soccer. i really got into it. played on private teams and professional ones too and shit. like the leagues before the pros and all. never made it to the pros. i blame my father for that shit. had a bit of an injury, not to mention my body wasn't fond of such intensity. bit of a weak heart and all that load of crap. went to the finest doctors and none of them could help me the hell out. so from then on out, i said fuck it. if my body's going to fuck me over it, i'm going to do the same. that's when it all started. my obsession with anything that would get me a high. the beginning of a beautiful relationship if you will. that's when i really found myself getting into music. i'd always been a bit fascinated with music. i found myself listening to the shit my parents hated, but there was something there. music and me. it took a backseat when i got all footie crazy, but with that out of the picture, it became my air. at 18, i moved out to the states. i wanted to see where else i could make my claim to fame. i'd been there quite a few times with my dad. he had a couple of condos all over the states. but, the one i couldn't pass up, well, that was the one in vegas. see, 21 or not, money talks, and whenever money was involved, there were no issues with legality. after all, i could pass as a 23-year old, right? as long as i waved a benjamin, oh yeah. there, i met my bandmates. the rest is, literally, history. as much as i give them a hard time, they're all i've got. music is all i have left. it'll be my legacy. even if i fucking die trying to make it so." "WOW. SO WHAT IS A DAY IN THE LIFE OF YOU LIKE?" "a day in my life? pretty fucking nice if you ask me. i can't leave out the typical rock star bit, aye? party all night, fuck some girls, drink until all i see are fuzzy faces and then black out. you know, rolling stones shit. mick jagger baby. morrison too. get up, play a goddamn crazy show. sweat beer, then drink some more beer. get into some more trouble, and yeah. gets kind of repetitive, but hey, i am not fucking complaining. i'm stoned, high, whatever. so it's not like it technically matters. i'm getting off track here. if i'm not doing all that shit, i like to gamble, ride fast cars, maybe read a book here or there, play my guitar. god, that makes me seem so boring. scratch that last part and keep to me fucking, drinking, and partying. yeah, day in the life of delcambre. " "NICE. LAST QUESTION... WHY ARE YOU WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW AND WHAT DOES THE FUTURE LOOK LIKE FOR YOU?" "money and whores, what else? people are bullshitting you if they say they're in it for anything else. it's all about the fame. lights, people knowing your name. that and the free booze. and swanky hotel rooms, and all that shit. yeah, i'm superficial, and i don't give a shit. the future? it looks like a nice king sized bed with a leggy brunette with nice tits, that's what it looks like. as for a goal of mine? die young, live fast, all that james dean shit. fuck no, i'm not getting old. i'll play music and fuck things until it kills me. which, knowing me, just might." "ANYTHING ELSE YOU'D LIKE TO ADD?" "i fuck, i smoke up, and i party. take it or fuck you." hey there, the name's ellie bojangles. i live in the pacific time zone and this is my first character.