"When everything finally feels right, thatâs when it all falls apart."
| Full Name |
Tyler Sean Decardie III
âThe third, that means Iâm just as fucked up as my father and his father.â
| Nickname |
Tyler doesnât really care what you call him simply because heâs been called every crude name in the book so it doesnât really phase him. Close friends and people who actually know his real name call him Ty. In his gang heâs known as Wolf and thatâs what he goes by more often than not these days.
âCall me whatever you want babe, youâre the one screaming it.â
| Age |
Twenty-One
âAge is just a number.â
| Gender |
Male
âAsk the girl I fucked last night, Iâm sure sheâd love to tell you.â
| Role |
Boy One||Involved in gang||Falls for girl two
âWhoâs asking?â
| Distinct Markings |
Scars:
Ty has a million scars though most of them blend with his skin tone making them near unnoticeable. He has a few are more noticeable. The sides of his head are shaved, revealing the scar on his head from getting hit with a broken bottle. He has several stab wounds scatters along his torso as well as two bullet wounds between his shoulder blades.
Piercings:
He has both ears gaged, though they are small gages. He also has his tongue pierced. He used to have snake bite piercings and he still has the holes in his lips for snake bits, but he rarely wears them.
Tattoos:
He loves tattoos and pain. He has about five but plans on getting a whole hell of a lot more. He has âlive fast die hardâ across her collar bone. He has âfuck youâ tattooed on the back of his neck. He has a K for Kylie tattooed on the top of his ring finger, he got it after he left and when people ask about it he never tells them what it means. Last but not least he has the Mortal Combat, with 1975 written under it.
âI like self-inflicted pain, takes away from the real pain.â
| Likes |
âWeed
âDrugs
âGirls
âStrip Clubs
âNight Time
âHis little brother, Marshall
âRough Sex
âHard Liquor
âMatt
âThe Gang
âGuns
âRap Music
âLeather Jackets
âHis Doberman, Red
âSmoking (He's a chain smoker)
âMoney
âWhat can I say, I like what's bad for me.â
| Dislikes |
âBeing Fucked up all the time
âPeople who question him
âPeople who challenge him
âNot being in control
âLove
âCommitment
âFeeling alone
âNot having a girl in his bed
âDay Time
âCops
âAuthority
âBeing Told What to do
âHis Past
âThinking about Kylie
âCompassion is hard to find these days.â
| Fears |
|â |Never Seeing Kylie again:
He was head over heels in love with Kylie, ready to give that girl his last name and spend the rest of his life with her. Until her mother and the Pastor forced him to leave town, he tried to get a hold of her several times after that, but her mother wasnât having it. Heâs scared that heâll never get to see her again, though if he did heâs not sure heâd tell her what really happened, because sheâs better off without him.
|â |Losing Matt or Marshall:
Matt and Marshall have been the only two people to keep him completely sane and kept him from killing himself on several occasions. They are the only two people in the world aside from Kylie and Gracie who know how in love with Kylie he really was and the pain that he goes through every day. Heâd take a bullet for both of them, without a question. Losing them would kill him.
|â |Loosing everything he's worked for:
Ty has worked his ass off to get as high as he is in the gang and the name heâs made for himself. All it would take was one wrong move and everything could be taken away from him in the blink of an eye and heâd have nothing and that scares the shit out of him.
âFuck fear.â
| Personality |
Tyler is a complete psycho path when it comes to his gang. Heâll do anything his boss asks him no questions asked and in return he gets whatever the fuck her wants when he wants it. Tyler has killed a countless number of innocent people as well as people who deserved it and he never feels bad for it. The way he sees it is kill or be killed and that is the world heâs always lived in. Heâs very bitter and extremely cold hearted, towards everyone including Matt and his younger brother. He doesnât exactly mean to be that way though and they know that.
He spends his free time fucking girls and getting shit faced, because numbing the pain his gone through is better than manning up and having to face it. He doesnât give a shit about anyone or anything, especially the girls he sleeps with, aside from Bunny, who is the closest thing to a girlfriend heâs had since Kylie.
Fucked up doesnât even begin to describe him. Thatâs why most girls are so struck by him, because they want to be the one to save him, but there is only one girl who ever came close to fixing him, leaving her is the one thing he regrets most not that heâd ever admit that.
Heâs extremely dangerous with a gun and even more dangerous when his temper gets the better of him. Heâs not afraid to hit a girl and punch a guy. Heâs extremely violent and has been arrested countless times for domestic disturbances with the girls he sleeps with. Deep down, the real Tyler is down there somewhere and he can be actually very sweet when he wants to be but that is very, very rare.
| History |
Family Tree
Angelo Decardie||Father||Deceased
Terra Decardie||Mother|Deceased
Marshall Decardie ||Younger Brother||Alive
Tyler was born into a prominent Italian family. His grandfather was the leader of an American branch of the Italian Mob, so when his grandfather passed away, the position went to his already cruel father. Growing up was rough, his father expected perfection and when he didnât get it, he beat the shot out of everyone. He could remember his mother trying to protect him and his little brother, but it was useless in the end.
When he was ten, his mother had enough and packed up and left. It wasnât long though before she was back and then she was gone for good. Ty wasnât stupid, his father had told him and his brother she went on vacation, but Tyler had snuck downstairs that night and seen his father shoot his mother in the head. That was what had started to turn Tyler cold. Only he never told his brother he let him believe what his father told him.
By fifteen, Tyler was helping his father and quickly became his right hand man. Killing people, doing drugs, and sleeping with girls had become a norm for him. Only when he turned seventeen things came crashing down around him when a rival gang attacked and killed his father, leaving him and his brother orphaned and on the run. Eventually they wound up in Apple Creek, Ohio and stayed with their moms sister who theyâd meet a total of three times.
Tyler and Marshall however didnât fit into the sleepy, religious community and when he started dating the mayorâs daughter and befriended the pastorâs daughter, people werenât too happy about it. They got shit about it non-stop. Yet the three of them stuck together through it all. He loved the fact that Gracie supported them, because he wasnât sure they would have lasted as long, simply because Gracie would get in fights with everyone including her own father.
He knew he loved Kylie the first time heâd kissed her and she made him forget about everything bad in his history. Heâd have married her too, had her mother and Gracieâs father not come to his auntâs house and sat all of them down. His aunt tried to stand up for him, But the mayor and the pastor were far too powerful in that small town and Tyler and Marshall left that night, with nothing but a hundred dollars to their name.
Somehow they ended up in Vegas and were instantly captured by the bright lights of Sin City. It didnât take long for the Decardie brother to fall back into their old ways. They found comfort in one of the biggest gangs in Las Vegas and instantly got deeply involved.
- By Alter Bridge
Fight the fight alone
When the world is full of victims
Dims a fading light
In our souls
Leave the peace alone
How we all are slowly changing
Dims a fading light
In our souls
In my opinion seeing is to know
The things we hold
Are always first to go
And who's to say
We won't end up alone
[CHORUS]
On broken wings I'm falling
And it won't be long
The skin on me is burning
By the fires of the sun
On skinned knees
I'm bleeding
And it won't be long
I've got to find that meaning
I'll search for so long
Cry ourselves to sleep
We will sleep alone forever
Will you lay me down
In the same place with all I love
Mend the broken homes
Care for them they are our brothers
Save the fading light in our souls
In my opinion seeing is to know
What you give
Will always carry you
And who's to say
We won't survive it too
[CHORUS]
Set a-free all
Relying on their will
To make me all that I am
And all I'll be
Set a-free all
Will fall between the cracks
With memories of all that I am
And all I'll be
[CHORUS]
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- By Hedley
Falling a thousand feet per second, you still take me by surprise.
I just know we can't be over, I can see it in your eyes.
Making every kind of silence, takes a lot to realize
Its worse to finish then to start all over and never let it lie.
And as long as I can feel you holding on. I won't fall, even if you said I was wrong.
I'm not perfect but I keep trying cause that's what I said I would do from the start.
I'm not alive if I'm lonely, so please don't leave. Was it something I said or just my personality?
Making every kind of silence, It takes a lot to realize
Its worse to finish then to start all over and never let it lie.
And as long as I can feel you holding on. I won't fall, even if you said I was wrong.
I know that I'm not perfect but I keep trying cause that's what I said I would do from the start.
I'm not alive if I'm lonely, so please don't leave. Was it something I said or just my personality?
When you're caught in a lie, and you've got nothing to hide,
When you've got nowhere to run, and you've got nothing inside.
It tears right through me, you thought that you knew me, you thought that you knew..
I'm not perfect but I keep trying cause that's what I said I would do from the start.
I'm not alive if I'm lonely, so please don't leave. Was it something I said or just my personality?
I'm not perfect but I keep trying cause that's what I said I would do from the start.
I'm not alive if I'm lonely, so please don't leave. Was it something I said or just my, just myself?
Just myself? Myself? Just myself?
I'm not perfect, but I keep trying.