Theodore Lundstrom (done :]) « Thread Started on Feb 26, 2009, 10:35pm »
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Name/Online Alias: Wayne Age: Sixteen Contact Information: Myspace, Hotmail
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Name: Theodore “Ted” Lundstrom Nicknames: Ted, Teddy. Age/Grade: Seventeen/Junior Birthday: October 23rd Parents: Johann Lundstrom, Gilda Lundstrom Siblings: Younger brother Augustus Lundstrom Clique will now be picked by staff members
Picture (Far right minus the tattoos)
Rex Brown - Pantera Appearance:
Ted is often considered, bulky, gangly, thick, and thin all at the same time, it really all depends on the angle in which you see him. Weighing in at 210 pounds, and standing 6 feet tall, he has inherited from his mostly Danish genes. He boasts shoulder length brown, almost blonde hair, and the occasional goatee. He has a fair complexion, but can easily tan, although he thinks tans are rather overated. He has no piercings, or tattoos, although he always wanted to get a tattoo on his upper back saying “Heavy Metal” Usually he dresses pretty simply: Black jeans, Black work boots, or combat boots, band shirt, and that’s usually it. Occasionally he will wear his backwards hat saying “Thrash or die”
Personality: Ted isn’t to complicated, in fact he doesn’t like most things that are complicated. Some call him stupid, some call him dirty, some people back home even would go as far as calling him a faggot. Of course he is none of these things, although he gets horrible grades he is pretty damn smart. Ask him how a car battery works, how an audio receiver works, or how American Capitalism and he will explain it all in detail, but ask him a math question past basic multiplication and division and he won’t have the slightest clue. He takes good care of himself hygienically, shampoos and conditions his hair, showers once a day, brushes his teeth, uses Listerine. He isn’t Mr. Clean, but he doesn’t exactly smell either.
Ted’s life is mainly run by metal. Since the age of 15 he had been a devout metalhead. Drinking, Thrashing, Moshing, Headbanging. The whole deal. He never did get into drugs, he had seen to many people’s lives go down the drain. He was however a big drinker, Budweiser, Heineken, whatever he could get his hands on pretty much.
Ted doesn’t really believe in violence (outside of mosh pits) he thinks that they greatly complicate things. Rather then kick someones ass and get in trouble, he would rather go home, blast some metal, down some beers and forget about it. He does however fight when either threatened, or struck. He can hold his own in a fight.
Ted really isn’t a hater, he dislikes a lot of people but he is overall very approachable, you could be the weirdest, gayest looking person on earth and go up to him and talk to him. As long as your not an ass, and you don’t get metal mixed up with hardcore or screamo your good with him.
-Posers -Bring Me The Horizon -Hardcore dancers -Assholes - Rum/tequila -LA -Lime Green BC Rich Warlocks
Hobbies:
• Blasting metal music • Thrashing • Going to concerts • Drinking • Playing his guitar • Audio equipment
History:
Theodore Lundstrom, was born in Detroit Michigan, there he grew up with his two parents and his younger brother. His parents where 2nd Generation Americans whose roots trace back to Denmark. As a child Ted had a lot of things forced onto him, polka music, the aspiration to become the heir to his father’s mining company, and worst Swedish food. Why Swedish food when they where Danish? He never did know.
His first 2 highschool years where spent ditching school, drinking, going to concerts, backing up his friends in fights, metal, more metal, and more drinking. Then when there was 1 month left in school he would miraculously pull his grades up pass, making it only by a percent or so.
Until one day, when his father had, had enough of his bullshit. He didn’t like his son’s music, attitude towards life, hair, clothes, pretty much everything about him. A councelor at Ted’s school had refered him to a prestigious academy that would hopefully turn Ted’s life around and prepare him for the real world.
RP Example: I’m going to just write something, that will be somewhat of a prequel to me joining this RP
Ted kicked a rusty, bent can, sending it flying over the countless piles of scrap metal, and other wise useless crap that people had dumped at the junkyard. As if that would help. It was his last day in Westfall, Michigan, and he had nothing better to do then kick cans around like it was just another day. “Dude, cut that shit out…here have a beer” Phil said as he grabbed a cold Budweiser from the tattered cooler he was sitting on. He tossed it to Ted, and ted failed to catch it. It hit the ground and burst open in an angry hiss of beer desperately trying to escape its aluminum prison. That was how Ted felt, he wasn’t even in this ocean academy bullshit school yet, and already he felt he was trying to escape. “Nice going dipshit, now HAND me another one” He said laughing “Not my fault you’re a fuckin’ down syndrome mongaloid” Phil said as he handed Ted another Budweiser. “What? Mongoloid? “ Ted asked as he cracked open the beer and downed half of it. “Yah dude, a mongoloid I saw it on discovery health channel” Ted just shook his head and laughed. The sun was setting, and it cast a sickening feeling over the whole junk yard, the sky was filled with seemingly “beautiful colors” that matched with the rusty cars and pieces of metal in the junk yard. It made him sick, it felt like the world was ending. His world anyway. There was a long silence between the two of them as they just sort of stared off into the all to familiar yard. Suddenly the silence was broken with the heavy rifting of the Pantera song “Yesterday Don’t Mean Shit”…That was there motto. Phil smiled and nodded as if he could read Ted’s mind “I’m gonna miss you man, but hey, you ain’t dead, and when you get out of that shit hole, you can come back here to Westfall and it will be like you never left. Yesterday don’t mean shit” Phill said before he finished the rest of his beer and tossed it over to a collecting pile of rusted, and not so rusted beer cans. Ted nodded, and tried to forget everything, and enjoy the fucking song.
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