Travis Armstrong

[Travis Armstrong]

Name: Travis Armstrong

Age: 24

Reason for attending festival: Travis has been coming to the Festival for as long as he can remember. He's always been involved with music and he's currently a drummer, but this year he's here to just listen to the music and just hang out. Maybe even meet a few new people. He doesn't really know yet.

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Personality: Travis is the guy that goes out on a limb for his friend. He always looks out for the ones he cares about most and is always willing to just go for something if they need him. He's not afraid to tell someone how they're acting if he doesn't find it appropriate.

But he's got a temper. He's can be fairly calm and fairly level headed, but the second someone lights that fuse, they had better be running. He's usually the person that will wait for the first swing, and then beat the shit out of whoever started it. He's a thin guy, but he's always been very tough.

He's very into his beliefs and never lets anyone push anything on him. Travis doesn't believe in God. He doesn't believe in organized religion at all. And he can't stand the government. He used to be a hardcore punk rocker, but as time went by, he realized that the only way to get his message across was to become a bit less intense. He started drumming and writing music because of his beliefs.

Alcoholic. Travis is drinking more often than not. He usually has a bottle of beer in his hand and is usually going between that bottle and a bottle of water. He's just always done that. When he's drunk, he tends to be a lot more friendly than when he's not. He's usually the guy that sleeps with someone else's girlfriend and regrets it in the morning, but he's getting better about not regretting it at all. Give him booze and he's sure to be the sweetheart he really is.

Likes:

• Music
  
• Alcohol
  
• Cigarettes
  
• Women
  
• Drumming
  
• Tattoos
  
• Piercings
  
• Art
  
• Books
  
• Fights
  
• History
  
• People, For The Most Part

Dislikes:

• His Ex-Wife
  
• Drugs
  
• Bad Tattoos
  
• Bad Piercings
  
• Ignorance
  
• Stupidity
  
• Prudes
  
• Birds
  
• Being Sad
  
• Being Alone

Sample Post:
There was nothing subtle about the way he acted. And there was nothing wrong with the way he acted, if you asked him. He smirked, stepping out onto the sidewalk. His eyes were covered by shades that he'd owned for longer than just about anything else. I should probably get a new pair, he thought for a moment. And then he laughed it off. Spending money was not one of his favorite things to do.

The sun was shining brightly and already he had been drinking. It was just after noon on a Sunday, and here he was, stepping out of the bar from a morning of great food and beers. He felt pretty amazing right now as he walked around the streets, looking for someone to talk to. It really wasn't that he wanted to be around people; no, he just wanted someone to talk to.

The last few months had been all but perfect for him. He had just gotten divorce to a woman he thought he loved more than anything. He was wrong. Travis had found out that Becky had been having an affair with his supposed friend. That's when he started drinking more than he used to. The alcohol numbed the pain a little bit. He really hated her now. And he no longer spoke to Ricky because the bastard stole his wife.

The saddening thoughts about killed him. His feet took him right off the curb of the sidewalk and into oncoming traffic. Luckily, the sound of a horn made him jump back. He shook his head and took a deep breath. He needed cigarettes, but he had just quit about a month and a half ago. Fuck it, he wanted them more than anything. And the best part? The gas station was just a block down. He needed those stupid things more than he wanted to admit.

A pack of Smooths and a liter of Mountain Dew seemed to treat him well when he was feeling like this. He sat down on the curb outside of the bar he had been in earlier and lit a cigarette. He took long drags from the filter as he watched life pass him by. He needed to get back into music and not feel like such a chump anymore. He needed to get back into being himself and feeling like the rockstar he knew he was.


What you need: "I, Suzi, have read the rules and will obey them. I understand the consequences of breaking the rules of Tombstone Festival and understand and agree to the consequences."