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Ada Rae Leveque

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a character in “Win Hands Down”, as played by iCakez

Description

Full Name: Ada Rae Leveque. People mostly call her Ada. Or Rae.

Age: 22

Birthday: 6 December 1987

Appearance: Ada reaches the towering height of 5 feet and 5 inches even. She's not too worried about it. It's pretty average. She thinks...
Her average build doesn't make her very noticeable either. Ada used to be very skinny, and it's a tough balance keeping a normal weight, but she manages. While she likes to dress up for going out, you'll usually see her sporting a pair of boots, tight black jeans and a button down shirt or a crop top. It depends on the weather, really. Sometimes she has the crop top under the shirt. What a rebel. You'll rarely see her in a dress, unless she's going to a wedding. Or some other social engagement that requires formal attire. On stage it's often crop tops because they allow for movement. Sometimes she just wears a sports bra, if she feels extra confident and the sun is high in the sky. Her brunette hair is very thick and one of her great adversaries in the morning. It can be difficult to rule. Ada usually has it hanging lose and to one side. Oh, and she has a side-cut. Mom wasn't fond of that. Mom wasn't fond of.. Oh, yeah let's save that for later. Sorry mom! The only time you see her without make-up is really early in the morning, and when she wakes up too late from being out all night. Usually she has enough time to either put on make-up or fix what's on her face from the day before. Her left eyebrow is split in two places, from scars from when she was little and she fucking hates it. She always stands straight, chest pushed a little forward and her face looking up at you. There are three smiles you'll see on her face, and if you know her well enough, you'll know what they mean. There's the mischievous smile, which is crooked and tugs at the corner of her mouth - and apparently pushes her left eyebrow up as well. The second smile is bright and wide, revealing white teeth. This is what you see when she's truly having fun. It's lovely. The third one is the flirting smile. She uses it for other purposes than flirting though. She'll look straight at you, revealing her teeth - though not as much as the second smile - and sometimes bite her lip a little. This is when she's flirting or she wants you to do something for her.

Role: iCakez' main. Surprisingly tight drummer of Psychosis.

Musical Style: "What? I'm a chick. I'm allowed to do lot of pussy blasts! Wait... That came out wrong."
Ada has always been that kind of drummer who focused on being super tight. Many a bassist has been very grateful for that particular skill. She can play fast, and be extremely tight at the same time, but you can clearly hear how she's a hard rock drummer, deep down. Ada isn't very diverse either. She can't (and won't) play jazz, for example. She likes groovy beats too, but rarely gets to use them. If she tries to play rock and roll it always tends to get too violent. Her fills are usually quite simple sounding and not ultra fast, but technically demanding. They usually take her quite some time to get down, through practice. She's a fan of pussy blasts too. "Yes, that's what they're called."
Ada is always very focused on the bass and the general tone of the song. She loves playing powerful and contributes to it wherever she can. Her influences are many. So many. Lars Ulrich (because Metallica), Joey Jordison, Jimmy Sullivan, Mike Portnoy, Dave Lombardo, Chris Adler, Pete Sandoval etc.... It goes on. She loves to take drummers in and frankenstein them and then spit out whatever she has absorbed. Oh, and Ada can't play any other instrument to save her life.

Instruments: Her go to kit is a Tama Starclassic. And Ada has recently discovered the more recent series of Sabian cymbals. So that cost her a fortune! She still keeps her K-Customs because she fucking loves those. Naturally, she uses to kicks, and several toms as befits a drummer of Psychosis.

Personality: Oh. Well.. Where do we start? Uh.... Drunk! Well, not alcoholic. Per say. Ada drinks a bit. More than she should.
Okay, Ada is the type of person who you can't help loving. It's so difficult to stay mad at her, even though she is often late and often a little bit intoxicated. And she doesn't give a shit about very many things. She's 22 for fucks sake! She doesn't give a shit about very many things, and always wants to party. So i essence, she is just like any other 22 year old, with daddy issues and a drinking problem - but you just can't stay mad at her. Scold her when she's late and she'll smile and hug you and all of a sudden, it's forgotten. Unless directly insulted, she won't start shit. In fact, she's always just looking to have a good time. Which usually involved alcohol. Surprise. Ada will also try to flirt with everyone. Men. Women. She doesn't care. She likes teasing too. Sometimes it can be hard to discern whether she's teasing and flirting, or just teasing. She does all this and at the same time manages to avoid revealing very much about herself, though it's clear she's sort of broken. It's just, when you talk with her and look at her, something about her distracts you from that and you forget. But that all sounds glum and sad, but she's not! She's always a party and up to no good. It is quite clear, though, that she has a constant need to be the best at what she does. Other stuff, she doesn't give a shit about. But the idea that someone else could come along and take her place, terrifies her. So Ada is always serious when they're in the studio and tries to do her best, but loves teasing and bantering and fooling around during rehearsals and jamming.

Ada has a slight accent. She speaks French, and they spoke both English and French in her home. Therefore she does have a slight accent, though more French than Canadian.

Biography:

"In the frozen North!" is how she sometimes replies when people ask her where she is from. It just sounds more.. Game of Thrones-like. Canada. She's from Canada. Ada was born in December, an early Christmas present for her parents. Her mother was French and her father native Canadian. They spoke both languages in the house, but Ada was always fond of French. Her childhood was not unlike many other children's. School was okay, she didn't dislike it, nor did she like it. It was just part of life, and she's always understood how it's necessary to receive some kind of education. Things started to take a turn for the worse, though. Her father lost his job, and couldn't seem to find another. So instead of trying, he gave up and started drinking. He was never cruel to her or her mother, but he just stopped caring about them and neglected both of them. Needless to say, this does more damage to an adolescent than it does to an adult. So when she was fifteen and boys and alcohol became more interesting, she gravitated toward these things. She had started playing the drums when she was thirteen, and the people she began hanging out with introduced her to rock and metal music. This new inspiration found its way into her drumming, and she quickly fell into the hard rock scene. Ada has loved it ever since. Her father's situation did not improve however, and it continued to destroy her. But she didn't react the way you'd think. She was just rarely home except for drumming lessons and later singing lessons. Yeah, she can sing too. Actually, she went through a brief stint as a singer for a pop/rock band.

Things went from bad to worse, and she's been picked up by her parents from the police station more than once. But with a father who's main skill in life is to neglect his family and a mother who's too weak to do anything, that didn't have a very strong impact on her. Ada just chewed her gum, and raised an eyebrow before getting in the back of the car.
She wasn't worried, though. She had her eyes set on greater things. She chose to let hate weigh more than love with her parents, and quit school as soon as she could and head south. Ada couldn't count all the times she's slept rough or flirted her way to a bed for the night, only to be gone the next morning. She did this while taking the role as singer in a few bands, not for very long, but later mostly as a drummer. This paid enough for her to support her on her travels. Most recently, she's joined Psychosis and been there for quite a while (compared to her standards).

What, did you think this was a wonderful fairy tale? It's nothing anyone hasn't gone through before, right? But Ada manages. Well, she copes. She drinks to not be alone and sober when she is. She blames her father for the way she feels like half a person. "Fuck it, drinking's more fun, right?"

As evident, she is not the type of person who'll tell you her life story. Actually, she'll change the subject very quickly. "Same old, same old."

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So begins...

Ada Rae Leveque's Story

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BZZZZZ BZZZZZZ

"Mmph."

Strands of brown hair flew through the air but eventually settled around a face that expressed complete confusion. Make-up from the night before now looked more like tribal warpaint, only adding to the possibility of mistaking Ada for a witch out of a horror movie. Something hit the floor. A bag of chips from a few hours ago when she had crawled into bed. Ada moved her tongue around in her mouth and grimaced. So that was what that taste was. She put her hand down beside her, wanting to lean on it but found that it never hit the bed beneath her. Instead it kept going, and shortly after Ada tumbled out of her bed. Her hand eventually made contact with the floor, quickly followed by her head and the rest of her. Greatly annoyed with the fact that this was the start of her morning, when she could hardly open her eyes yet, Ada growled. Though struggling to figure out what was up and what was down, she eventually got up into a sitting position. "Every fucking time." Her voice was hoarse. Daring to open her eyes more, a giggle escaped her. In her miserable, hungover state she was able to find some amusement in her situation. It quickly disappeared, however, as her stomach turned and promptly threatened to make her throw up. She covered her mouth and waited, focusing with every fiber of her being on keeping it down. A few seconds passed and the hand left her mouth. "I'm okay." She mumbled and pulled herself back onto the bed, the nauseous sensation gone as her stomach had settled somewhat. Ada thought of Valentina and how sick she'd been and felt a pang of guilt. But mostly, she smiled at the thought. "I'm okay."

Racing the clock, it didn't take her long to disrobe and shower, apply a fresh face of make up, dry her hair, find a new set of clothes and eat a few pieces of toast and a banana. In fact, Ada was pretty sure she had set a new personal best. The shower and the little bit of food helped. Showers always made her feel so much better when she was hungover. Ada looked at her apartment and realized how much she needed to clean the place. Not now, though. Later.

The trip to the studio didn't take long, traffic was smooth and the taxi driver made good time. Still, Ada found the Chevy parked out front waiting for her. She paid the driver and got out, took a moment to breathe in the air and balance herself. Then she made her way into the studio and headed straight for the kitchen, going for a cup of liquid cocaine. If the strength of the coffee for the past few days were any indicator, that wasn't a half bad description, she thought. "Good morning!" She called from the hallway, chipper and upbeat as usual.




Zack brushed a strand of blonde hair back and switched the turn signal. For once, his hair was not tied up behind his head. He kept it loose, much like his general feeling for the day. He was relaxed, fresh and very much looking forward to a productive day at work. Whether or not it would be, he couldn't know, but one could hope. Zack would like to get some work done.

The drive with Lionel had been pleasant. He always found that he could talk easily with him. It came naturally and they always seemed to find something to chat about. Lionel was a good guy, Zack thought. He got on well with all his bandmates, but personalities were different and thus relationships differed accordingly. He couldn't be in a band were he didn't get along or had some sort of chemistry with his fellow musicians. Some people could play in bands and see it as just work, but that had never been possible for Zack. Music was a deeply personal thing to him and he needed to be able to work on a somewhat personal level with the people around him.

"Alright man." The car halted to a stop and he turned the key in the ignition and pulled the handbrake. He got out and stretched. They were not the first ones to arrive, but that was not a surprise. Neither were they late, however. Zack fished his bass out of the backseat of his car and leaned it against the vehicle as he locked it. "Let's get some coffee?" He smiled at Lionel and nodded toward the studio, turning around to go inside.

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Character Portrait: Valentina Diaz Character Portrait: Lionel Anderson Character Portrait: Ted Marubini Character Portrait: Zack Walker Character Portrait: Isabel Martinez Character Portrait: Ada Rae Leveque
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"Would Doom count as jamming? That has a pretty badass soundtrack, although a little more mainstream than our little shop of horrors here." Ada shot in, taking a sip and looked from one Martinez to the other over the rim of her mug, expression non-revealing. It was one of the very few video games she knew of. Not because she had played it, but because she had been recommended its soundtrack by a friend. Ada enjoyed the idea of video games but she had never had the ability to sit down for long enough to play them. Apparently, it was possible, for a few people, to make a living playing video games nowadays. That had come as a surprise to her.

While entertaining the thought of purchasing a system to play video games on, thus giving her a little hobby aside from playing music and drinking, Rick walked in. Ada looked up and smiled at him. "Speak of the devil." She murmured, sipping doom sludge again. She leaned forward in her seat and sighed. "Anyway, I think this might actually be altering my brain, so run me through what we're doing today again?" As she was quite a distracted person, it was hard for Ada to keep track of what they were doing from day to day, if she wasn't directly involved. She knew that Rick had been tracking, but she was not sure he was done. That was sort of up to Izzie, and Ada was not particularly interested in challenging her authority. The frontwoman was not opposed to any input, but it had been made clear from the moment Ada had joined the band that she was in charge. Which was fair enough, it was easy for Ada that way, though perhaps harder for Izzie as she was so distracted and had such a hard time sitting still for extended periods of time.




"Huh." Was all that escaped through thick beard. Zack was not enjoying the solution to their problem, but he realized that it was their only option. If Ted was so injured that he couldn't play, he shouldn't. But Zack wanted Ted on the record. He wanted to have him play the parts. On the other hand, he was pretty sure Ted would guide Lionel well enough through playing his parts that it would work out fine in the end. "Shit man." The bassist's shoulders slumped, disappointment clear.

Clearing his throat, Zack leaned against the wall next to the door and watched Ted. "Not digging it, but I think you're right. We already have the studio so let's work with what we've got." He said, pursing his lips and nodding. Zack gulped down some of the ridiculously strong coffee. "That stuff aside though, how are you? Can you manage the pain?" He didn't want to dwell on how it was going to go, recording their remaining work. But Lionel didn't seem to be able to help himself. It was hard to blame him, though, as it would probably be him that'd record Ted's material. Zack would have felt pressured as well.

He watched the guitarist head out the door and toward their rehearsal room. "Go easy on him, yeah?" Zack said with a smirk that became a chuckle, now kind of looking forward to see the two of them work together so closely.

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Character Portrait: Valentina Diaz Character Portrait: Lionel Anderson Character Portrait: Ted Marubini Character Portrait: Zack Walker Character Portrait: Isabel Martinez Character Portrait: Ada Rae Leveque
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"Claro, claro," Rick said, both to Izzie's implied request he get set at the console and heading off the little interaction between Ada and Val. Maybe Ada had drummed herself a little too hard the other day, or maybe something else had happened. Izzie wasn't making a problem of it, so neither would he. "What kind of tone we going for on the guitars, jefe?" Psychosis was certainlyā€”and intentionallyā€”not on the sonic cutting edge. Izzie's stubborn insistence on using her old SG for pretty much everything lent their riffs a sludgier quality than most other bands of similar technicality, and sometimes they didn't saturate the tone as much. Last album had been pretty heavily distorted, but not wholly devoid of dynamics.

Izzie had the idea of where she wanted to go with this, what would work best with the clean-but-growling tone Rick had already recorded. He was less an assistant producer than he was an extension of her producer's brain, more ears to listen and more hands to work the desk while her own hands worked the guitar.

Before Izzie could respond to his query, the door opened quietly. Rick turned around, wondering who on Earth could be coming in, and recognized the guitarist from the other band. Both the band's name and the man's name escaped him for the moment, but he could tell the man wasn't in great condition. His right hand was wrapped up in some kind of splint, and he had the distinctive dark-eyed pallor of someone who hadn't gotten much sleep.

"I won't be a bother," the man said quietly. "I just wanted to, uh, watch." His lips quirked in a half-smile as he took the situation in. "Not much changes, eh Izzie?"

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Some time later, Ted had explained the situation to his own band, just in time for them to be finishing up the scratch tracks before tracking for real. It was some stupendous timing, if by stupendous one meant horrendous and aggravating. Half of what made Sturm unique (at least in his mind) was the harmonic play between the two guitarists, or more accurately the ornamentation Ted added to Lionel's bedrock. Since Lionel had to sing live, it only made sense that Ted played more complicated parts, but now Lionel would have to play both. And sing. At least it wasn't at the same time.

Christina came to the rescue from that morose tangent with one of her typical quips. It worked for Ted, eliciting a chuckle. His semi-formal style had started in his emigration from jazz clubs, but now he supposed it was as much part of Sturm's image as Zack's mountain-man look on the opposite side of the stage. Under the funny part of the quip, he could tell she was feeling for his painā€”hard to miss how she reached across to pat him on the shoulder farthest from his injured hand.

Zack was more conventionally reassuring. "He'll do fine. We'll get through this. It won't sound totally live like I'd hoped, but we'll do what we can." What else could they do?

"Anyway," he said, now addressing the band at large as he took up his coffee and followed Christina following Lionel to the rehearsal room. "If I remember rightā€”and I'm running on maybe two hours of sleep, so maybe I'm wrongā€”but I think we just had to make a scratch track for Under the Lash with the new instrumental, then we'll be ready to start actually recording. Maybe we can get Christina's drums set up; Psychosis finished up their drum stuff a while ago so there's at least one room free." He smiled to himself. "I've got an idea there, too, but one thing at a time."

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Character Portrait: Valentina Diaz Character Portrait: Lionel Anderson Character Portrait: Ted Marubini Character Portrait: Zack Walker Character Portrait: Isabel Martinez Character Portrait: Ada Rae Leveque
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At Valentina's reply, Ada's eyes widened. She was in quite the mood, the drummer thought but couldn't help smirking to herself. She was hungover and understandably so. Added to that, it was probably a feeling she was not used to. Their little night out had been a mixed experience. It was both very enjoyable and amusing, but at the same time extremely frustrating. Valentina was the most anti-social person she had ever met, but it was fascinating to watch her in social engagements. Ada sat and wondered these things and thought of how she fared when men came up to her. If that ever happened. Firstly, it required that Valentina went out which was already unlikely. Ada was pretty sure she was either here or back home playing Halo or something. Secondly, the guitarist was the inventor of the resting bitch face. Valentina would also have to speak to whoever dared come up to her. Ada realized that most men would probably be much too intimidated to make a pass at her bandmate. She pitied the poor guy who'd asked her to go to prom. Ada stifled a laugh.

It was always good fun to listen to Izzie - or any of her bandmates - track her stuff. Ada could listen along and in her mind she would always think of drum-parts, fills, blasts and other little things that she thought would add to the song. She rarely added any of them to the finished version, but saved them for their live shows. In the studio, she usually did what Izzie asked her to do. Their supreme leader was not impervious to suggestions, but Ada knew not to launch too many at her all at once. She'd only suggest something if it was thought through and something she really wanted to try out. When they played live, she didn't ask permission so much. It hadn't been a problem so far. If Izzie didn't like it, Ada had no doubt she would let her know.

Her head turned as the door opened. She remembered meeting him and the rest of his band when they arrived at the studio, but his name failed her. Ada's eyes followed him as he entered, a curious and intrigued smile on her face. She picked up a drumstick from the table to her left and began twirling it through her fingers. She didn't feel like trying her luck anymore with Valentina, so this new arrival was a fresh opportunity to engage in conversation. Rick and Izzie would be busy enough and she knew better than to disturb. "You know each other?" The question was obvious, though perhaps Ada was the only one inclined to ask. If she had been informed of how the two of them were acquainted, she couldnā€™t remember. But then again, she had issues remembering what they were tracking today as well, so perhaps that didnā€™t really say much.




Despite the gravity of his situation, Ted didnā€™t seem completely thrown off. It was a big problem and it was worrying to think what the doctors would tell him next Tuesday, but for now they would manage. There was nothing else to do. Zack followed his friends into their rehearsal room and leaned against an amp. He ran a hand over his beard and took a sip of coffee and listened to what Ted had to say.

He nodded along, agreeing with what he said. ā€œSounds right.ā€ He said, voice coarse. He cleared his throat and sipped the coffee again, unsure if that would help or make it better. It was good to know that Psychosis were done, so that Sturm could get to work. Being able to lay down some drums meant that they have plenty of work to do, but most importantly it meant progress. So far it had worked out, sharing the studio with the other band. Initially, he had been worried if they would get in the way of each other, but it had gone pretty smoothly. But since that was not an issue, fate decided to maim Ted and cause them trouble on that front instead.

ā€œCome on.ā€ Zack said, shaking his head in mock disappointment. ā€œYou canā€™t tease stuff like that.ā€ It was always interesting whenever Ted had ideas, especially when they came to him after the original framework of the song had been hammered out. Zack himself often had ideas, but was very critical in choosing which ones to present. But that was part of the whole creative process in the studio. Everyone had ideas for songs and so it was their job to figure out which to implement. And they wouldn't know if they had chosen wisely until the record was done.