Note: picture not accurate at 100%
Real Name: Viktor Dovnich
Stage Name: Danny Remmings
Age: 19
Height: 6"0'
Weight: 130 lbs
Hair: messy, auburn with sky blue, banana yellow and lime green strips every which where
Eyes: green
Tattoos (long list): Right arm: Grim Reaper surrounded by a centipede that circles his whole arm, purple mist under the Reaper, angel descending from white clouds under Reaper basked in holy light oppositely positioned to the Reaper. Left arm: Demonic grandfather clock with imp coming out showing his middle finger, electric blue chameleon with fiery eyes on top of the clock, headless violinist riding a rearing nightmare horse atop a cliff surrounded by white mist.
Piercings: One on right ear.
Musical style: Punk and Metal
Instruments: Tama Imperialstar Drum Set, he also plays the violin although no one knows where it is
Band: DR with Daemon, Desirae and Dave
Nationality: Russio-Canadian
Appearance: Lanky, black T-shirt with ripped sleeves, chain necklace with lock attached to it, light blue jeans with ripped knees, unattached white sneakers
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Danny Remmings (Viktor Dovnich)
He practiced with his head...
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a character in “Youth Gone Wild”, as played by OxiriusZoom
Description
Personality
Good Traits: Lovable, great friend, cute in the figurative way, great tattoo artist, fast learner (make him listen a song once, he will play the drums of the song perfectly afterwards)
Bad Traits: ten phobias (spiders, prostitutes, taxis, elevators, bodybuilders in speedos, jack-o-lanterns, peppermints, gangs, old hotels, blindfolds)
Addictions: alcohol
Equipment
Instruments: Tama Imperialstar Drum Set, he also plays the violin although no one knows where it is
History
He was born from a mother who was part of a sex cult. He was given to his adoptive father, a Hell's Angels gang leader, at the age of two. At the age of sixteen, he was at one of their bases when another gang shot everyone down, leaving him alone. He made his own tattoos, took his Dad's chopper, and started a life on the road. His father taught him how to play drums and the violin, and he was solo until he met with DR, where he took on the name Danny Remmings during shows.
So begins...
Danny Remmings (Viktor Dovnich)'s Story
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Viktor entered the bus, swaying a bit. He had drunk, again. Although not as much as usual. He could walk only with a slight waving. Seeing his friends together, he smiled widely. He crept up to Diana, then jump hugged her from the back, "Hey guys! I'm back from the bar!" His breath could have indicated it.
Viktor waved at Daemon, letting go of Diana as she fell to the floor. He too burst into laughter at Dave's face. When he finished laughing, he nodded at Daemon, "Sure, Demon, but remember... I wants lots of bacon!" He licked his lips at the thought and layed down on a couch, taking out his violin and starting to play it in a heavy metal type of way.
Viktor pouted at Daemon's smacks, but his childish joy came back when he saw the amount of bacon on his plate, the mount hiding and overflowing on the eggs and toast, "Thanks Demon!" he said as he started to gobble down the bacon with his bare hands. He got some manners though when he reached the eggs and toast as he used a fork.
Viktor looked at Daemon go worriedly. The smell of leftover bacon turned his attention away again, though, and he was snarfing down on bacon again. He saw Daemon come back and use the glitter stick to mess Dave up even more. He spit out bacon bits in laughter at Daemon's comment, "You're right Demon! Poor Day!"
Viktor finished his plate before looking at Dru, "I didn't do anything, Day." he said innocently, "But if you did kill me, I don't think I'd be able to haunt you... I would haunt random people, it's more fun!" He then noticed the newcomer in the tour bus. He waved back at her with a childish grin on his face, "Who're you? A new band member?"
Viktor blinked, "Aileen? That's too hard to say, I'll call you Ale, cause your name reminds me of some... I could go for ale..." He spaced out before shaking himself, "Nice to know that you're a fan! And to meet you, too!" He turned to Daemon and saw him blushing, "Hey Demon why're you all red?"
Viktor smiled, "Ailie is hard to pronounce too." He turned to Daemon and frowned, "Really? I don't think so..." He shrugged, lying his head on his arms... which were now on his bacon fat covered plate, "So, Ale, where're you from?"
Viktor's head rose up at the mention of something to drink, "Toss me three!" He shouted. He rose up and walked to a cupboard. He took a bag of marshmallows and looked at it, smiling idiodicly, "I'm gonna make myself some Guinnessmores..." He muttered to himself. He sat back down at the table, after having put his plate in the sink. He looked at Aileen, "By the way, I'm Viktor Dovnich, alias Danny Remmings, but you can call me Viky."
Viktor pouted at Dru's refusal, "Fine, Daddy." He snatched the Guinness, took a blender out and poured it all in along with five or six marshmallows. He pressed on the "smoothie" button and waited a minute or two before pouring the mixture into a glass mug he kept somewhere. He took a big swig and shook as the mix of alcohol and sugar soared through his veins, "Aaaawesooooome..." He murmured before throwing himself onto a random bunk.
Viktor was still in a daze from the bad mix that causes a rush in him. yet he could still hear and understand people around him, only not see them, "Yeah, Dad, play some! Maybe it'll shake loose the rush in my head... oh the buzzing..." He continued to rsnt quietly. Only he could hear himself though.
Viktor waved a hand nonchalantly at Dru as he stayed in his daze. He was tempted to take another drink of his odd mixture and succombed to the temptation. He went deeper into his daze. This time, everytime someone talked, he couldn't understand them. He stayed lying on the random bunk, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes as odd things happened in his head, "Man... that's some wierd shit..."
The daze had worn off for a few minutes, allowing Viktor to respond, "But it tastes good..." He slowly got up. He was about to get himself some weaker alcoholic beverages when he noticed there was still some Guinnessmores left. He drank the rest, but that meant he had to wait longer, since the daze had returned. The shoes thrown at him knocked him on the head throwing him on the bunk again.
Viktor looked at Aileen, "Don't worry Ale. It's easy to guess... I think." He spaced out. His thoughts were messing with his head big time.
Viktor woke up from his spaced out mind. He got up again, this time reaching the fridge, and pulled out a Poppers, "That'll do the trick..." He took one long swig, drinking half the bottle in under thirty seconds. He put the alcoholic beverage down on the table, shaking his head, "I'm gonna get some air..." He walked to the front of the bus. Before he exited, he hit his head on the door side. Then, he walked out, leaning against the side of the bus, pushing his multi-coloured hair out of his eyes.
Viktor sighed, "I need alcohol..." He walked back inside the bus. A large bump had formed on his forehead, but he didn't care. He took his Poppers bottle and drank the last half. He then threw himself on a random bunk, took out his Nintendo DS... then decided against it and got up again, "I think I'll go drive my chopper..."
Viktor pouted at Dru, "But, Dad! Fuck that..." He slid under the covers, putting some huge headphones over his ears, starting some heavy metal music at full blast and taking out a notebook where he started writing on something.
Viktor got up, opened the fridge again and took himself five Poppers. He knew he was going to stay long, so he wanted to be prepared. He also took two apples and then went back to the bunk, continuing on writing whatever it was he was writing.
Viktor watched all the commotion. He couldn't hear anything - his music was to loud, his ears probably on the verge of bleeding - but he knew that the band was going. He didn't know, he didn't care, as long as they let him write his stories in peace.
Viktor hadn't slept all night. His huge headphones were still on his head and he was still writing things on his notepad. Empty Poppers bottles of different flavours could be found lying around his bunk. He reached down for the one he thought was at least half-full. He looked down when he felt it topple, and found no available drinks. Unbelievably drunk (he had drunk at least twenty Poppers) he got up and staggered to the fridge. Opening it, he groaned, "Damn... no more Poppers..."
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