Post by pete wentz on Jul 2, 2011 23:28:42 GMT -5
Peter Lewis Kingston
Wentz III ~
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A Teenage Vow In The Parking Lot, "Till Tonight Do Us Part" I Sing The Blues And Swallow Them Too[/center]
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF.
full name: Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III
nicknames: Always called Pete, people who know him call him Petah, Peter Panda, Pete! At The Disco
date of birth: June 5, 1979 (age 32)
hometown: Wilmette, Illinois, Now lives in Beverly Hills, California
job: Actor;Business Owner;Musician
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?
height: 5'7''
weight: 150
hair: Black, Usually straightened, if not, curly afro.
eyes: hazel brown
general appearance: He wears bad clothes. If he likes it he'll put it on and there is no telling if it matches or not. He makes his own clothes too, Clandestine Industries is his brand. Mostly Skinny jeans, tight shirts, hoodies are his trade mark.
I'D LIKE TO KNOW MORE ABOUT YOU.
likes: -Hoodies
-Clandestine
-Bass guitar
-writing lyrics
-His son, Bronx
-Girls
-Gabe Saporta
-Partying
-His friends
dislikes: -Retarded people
-Fakes
-Liars
-Getting the divorce
-might lose custody of his son
-BPD
strengths: -Playing bass
-writing lyrics
weaknesses: -His son
-Partying
habits/quirks: -He always wears hoodies
-He doesn't like his smile so he makes goofy faces
fears: -Losing his son bronx
-Becoming a 'sell out'
secrets:
personality: He comes off as a asshole and weird because he is always wearing hoodies and guyliner and is totally insecure. He's very outgoing and doesn't usually let what people say hurt him, but occasionally it hits home. He has massive mood swings because he has severe Bi Polar Disorder. Most of the time, he's a really fun sweet guy.
WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?
mother: Dale Wentz
father: Pete Wentz II
siblings: Andrew Wentz (Younger brother) Hilary Wentz (Younger Sister)
other family: Gabe Saporta (Like family)
other important people: Gabe Saporta, Guns' and Roses, many others. . .
history: Pete was in Wilmette, Illinois, a suburb in Chicago. His mom is Dale, a high school admissions counselor, and Pete Wentz II, an attorney. Pete went to New Trier High School and North Shore Country Day School, where he was an all-state soccer player.He thought about becoming a professional Soccer player but said that he "always had a magical connection to the ball. But it didn't feel like an adventure. Music was more of a challenge and, in the end, felt more interesting." He tried to commit suicide, overdosing on his Ativan and at the time was listening to Hallelujah.
He's married to Ashley Simpson-Wentz and has a son Bronx Mowgli Wentz, Ashley filed for divorce and Pete claims it's because they grew apart. She says it's because she can't handle his mood swings. They both want full custody of Bronx. He loves his son very much but still wants to tour with his newest project, The Black Cards. They have done a couple of shows so far and he still manages to see Bronx as much as he can.
OUT OF CHARACTER.
your name: Ivan (Alias)
age: 16
experience: Years
who you play: No one but Pete yet
how to contact you: PM
how you found us: St Vladimir's
rules word: snoodles
role play sample: I couldn't sleep last night, I flipped through channels on TV trying to stop myself from thinking. I couldn't even look at Eliot all day. I just can't. Every time I try to force myself to I remember what he did the night I threw him a birthday party and basically told him he was my soulmate. I had finished cleaning and sped the whole way home because I had been so excited to see him, to be with him. I had gotten Michael a baby sitter so we could be alone and I got there to find the house empty and I knew what he was doing. I knew that he was betraying me. I tried to stay calm, Eliot had forgiven me when I cheated on him, but fuck two wrongs don't make a right. And it was Eliot, my Eliot, Eliot would never do that to someone he really cared about I know him enough to know that.
I can't remember much at a certain point. I got up, leaving the TV on and walked to the music room and smashed my guitar to get the cocaine that was inside. I snorted all of it and after that I was high but so low still. I remember going and getting my gun and loading it and then going to the river. I dropped a tulip in the water and put the gun under my chin. Then I gripped the gun tighter and squeezed my eyes shut. Then nothing.
I think that if you could ask me now I'd say our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we've touched. I keep thinking about this quote by a man named Ghandi. He said that 'whatever you do in life may seem insignificant but it's very important that you do it'. I never understood what he was trying to relay until now.
He was saying that you need to live life as if you were going to die that day. Let everyone know how you feel about them. Tell your friends and family that you love them. Forgive your enemies. Forgive. Dont take things and people for granted. Don't hesitate to say I love you and don't forget that last hug good bye.
Because just like that, it could end.
I went home in a daze and put the gun up, I picked Michael up and watched him before I put him back and then I turned and watched Eliot sleep for a moment. I reached out to him and then let my arm drop to my side. I've been out of it since then, and smoking weed and getting high seem to be my only escape.I only do it when the sun comes up. I think Eliot and I lost the love we shared, it feels one sided. Does he still love me? Does he still mean it when he says it? Can I trust him? I'm not sure anymore. I just know that I won't leave him. We'll prevail, we have to.
how often can you stay active?: Everyday
