"IT'S A RISK, BUT BABE -- I NEED THE THRILL."
ANDREW MICHAEL GRESHEKIAND•RUE MIKE•ALE GREW•SHECK•EEthe basicsNICKNAME: drew
ALIGNMENT: chaotic good LOCATION: los angeles, ca BIRTHDAY: march 17th SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual HEIGHT: five foot ten HAIR: dark brown EYES: green OCCUPATION(s): actor / sound design / waiter character interview"I'm gonna be an actor." The words were drawled out around a lit cigarette, smoke curling from the end up and into the sky before floating away. "My mom's an actress, mostly does shitty soap operas and the like." He shrugged, leaning back against the railing of the small porch he stood on, blowing out smoke before taking another drag.
"My dad's the important one in the family--" The smile he offered was bitter as he pulled the cigarette from between his lips, letting it rest between two fingers as he crossed his ankles, looking entirely at ease. "--he's the well-known director, runs his own company and what not. My brothers and I, we all work for him. Matt's a producer, Ian does the cinematography, Jon does lights, and I do sound. He and I'll sit down and do editing sometimes, too." He shrugged, flicking the butt of the cigarette away when it ran out, letting it hit the ground before he pulled another from his pocket, lighting up. He rolled his shoulders, then his neck, shaking out his left side. He chuckled, raising a brow and then turning to pull up his shirt, showing a long line of scarring that matched the scars on his arm and the one across his cheek. "Car accident. Totaled the damn thing, but I guess that's what I get for wrapping it around a fucking light post on Hollywood Boulevard. Managed to put myself in a fucking coma for two weeks, too." He admitted, shrugging and letting his shirt fall back down. His cigarette back to his lips, he turned away from the interviewer, leaning forward on the railing and looking out into the horizon, studying the waves. "I think I might go surfing, today. It's such a nice day. A bonfire on the beach sounds like a good time, too, with some booze and some hunnies. Fuck, I'll make it a God-damn party..." Grinning, he stamped out the cigarette, leaving it where it landed and pulling out his cell phone. "'Scuse me, I've got some phone calls to make." He was always looking for a party... FUN FACTSDOMINANT HAND: right
SMOKES: yes LANGUAGES: english TATTOOS: one PIERCINGS: one GLASSES: no COFFEE OR TEA: coffee (black) MORNING OR NIGHT: night CATS OR DOGS: dogs PET(S): none A VIDEO GAME: mortal kombat A VEHICLE: jeep wrangler A FOOD: big, loaded burgers |