You're a super-popular, all-star rock band on tour...and that's about as normal as it gets from here on out.
Roadies are starting to go missing...or worse. The bassist may or may not be a superspy-in-hiding (which could explain the well-armed, well-informed assassin force trailing the band). The manager of your record label is secretly under the employ of Satan- and your soul could be next on his selling list. And of course there's the press, the fangirls, the fanboys, the lawyers, the outraged public...it's just another day in your life of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. (Well, two out of three ain't bad. ...Well, okay, more like just one out of three.)
Prepare to be famous....

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As you could probably tell from the description, this isn't an extremely serious RPG. Basically, we take an "average" superstar rock band, throw in a bunch of bizarre twists (the laws of reality don't need to apply), and watch the fun ensue. Pick an instrument and a backstory (the weirder the better), and we're on our way.
Ideas for instruments: Guitar, drums, vocals, rhythm, keyboard, trumpet, or anything else that you think works. (You can also be a roadie or something else entirely.) Try not to take any instruments that have already been used. Here's my example character sheet...

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Name: Johnson. (He'd tell you his first name, but then he'd have to....well...you know.)
Age: Either 30 or 31 (It's a long story involving a broken watch, a dose of morphine, and a POW camp in China.)

Sex: Male
Instrument: Bass

Appearance: A tall and fit guy with short brown hair and green eyes. He normally wears a tuxedo (not for sex appeal, but because that's what he's used to from his "past employment.")

Description: The serious and silent type. Formerly a member of a highly exclusive superspy-training industry, he got involved against his will in an inner-company schism...and wound up botching the assassination of his boss. Now on the run from his former employers, he has taken up the perfect hiding spot: Bassist in a rock band. (No one ever pays attention to the bass. No one. Ever.) Still, there are old enemies on his trail.

Other notes: Always carries a pistol...just in case. Has battle-honed quick reflexes. Surprisingly good at bass, too.

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Let's rock.

Game Approved

Looks good, so i'm in.


Name: Frax Hugston

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Instrument: Guitar

Appearance: An okay looking, tall fellow with long strands of brown-colored hair, numerous tatoos on hands, legs, chest, and...um, i'll tell you some other time. Wears loose T-Shirts and baggy jeans.

Description: A carefree fellow, always over-acting or making insane jokes or even being insane sometimes. He likes to make jokes at other's expense, so he has made many enemies over time.

Other notes: Likes a girl member of the band and is always looking to impress her. But she ignores him as she thinks him too carefree. Also has a murky past, involving rumors that he was studious and innocent in his childhood, but some incident changed him to the carefree man he is now.

I love it! Sounds hella cool.

Name: Elysia (Elie) Fae Conner

Age: 24

Sex: Female

Instrument: Vocals

Apperance: Short, black and blue hair, about shoulder length, layered rather choppily. Steel blue eyes, small and narrowed but expressive. Pale skin with a few peircings. Namely, three on each ear and nose. A single tatoo, well two really, A pair of rather detailed cartoon angel wings on her shoulder blades. Tacky but oh so cute. Wears tight and torn clothing. Loves boots and leather, as well as fishnet. All in wild crazy colors. NO PINK. Hates pink.

Description: She is a spunky cheery woman with a rule the world attitude. She is tough when she needs to be and she knows how to fight. Deffinatly not afraid of kicking a groaping fan in the nutts. Shes serious most of the time but has her moments of fun.

Other notes: Rather happy child hood, she simply didnt fit in with the norm. Really hates anything mainstream and voices those objections loudly. Animal and womens activist. Been arested a few times for it too. XD

Alright, now that we have 3 people, we can get this show started (assuming Hulk's still around....)
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"Let's go, go, go!"
"Curtain up in five!"
"The crowd's going nuts out there!"
"Where's Mic 3?"
"Johnson!"
From amidst the frantic yelling of the roadies, Johnson heard his name being called. He looked up from his paperback novel and noticed Rob, the band's manager, stalking through the crowd.
"What are you doing here? The rest of the band is ready to hit the stage...and you haven't even tested your bass yet!"
Johnson stood up and shrugged without saying anything, but Rob got the message: The bass would work. It always worked.
He was right, and that was why he drove Rob crazy.
Before Rob could get started again on his usual tirade about how all this last-minute stuff was wreaking hell on his nerves, Johnson had already begun to walk away into the chaotic dance that was the pre-show preparations.
"Curtains up in four...!"

Elie was on stage, as usual, ready to go. She'd probably been standing there about ten minutes. Checking the mike, centering it on the stage, singing out silly lyrics to make the roadies laugh. She liked to keep every one smiling, in her opinion it made things go smoothly.

"Rob, Sweet heart, It is okay to breath. Remember, you need air to live!" She teased him lightly as he barked his way back across the stage.

Her eyes shimmered at her band mates as she watched them take their places. She glared a Johnson playfully, he was her favorite to mess with, so serious. "And Johny, Hun, Please stop trying to take off my bra on stage. If those crazed fans rush the stage they could kill me, you wouldn't want to be responsible for that would you?!"

She snickered to herself before taking the mike in one hand, waiting for the curtains to open.