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Born Name: Owen Devin Martin Nicknames: Brat, Brat Prince, and a slue of others. Age: 19 Birhday: August 13th Born In: Los Angeles, California Lived In: Los Angeles, California & West Chester, Pennsylvania Currently In: West Chester, Pennsylvania Hair Color: Blonde (sometimes with varied color) Eye Color: Blue Accessories: Eyebrow, ears and nipple piercings. Siblings: 2 Half Brothers. Adopted sister Ashleigh. Parents: Theresa Sampson (Trisha Starr) DJ Martin & Heather Imperiali (Adopted mom) Status: You've got a way with me Sexuality: Straight Occupation: Musician/Bartender-in-training at Kildare's. Ride: 1969 Chevrolet Camero
♫ Is the son of porn star Trisha Starr and DJ Martin. DJ had no idea about him like Owen had no idea about DJ. ♫ The only dad he ever had growing up because of his mother's stubbornness is her husband, Hollywood Producer-personality type Joshua Spencer. He hates Josh but grew up thinking Josh was his father. ♫ Found out about his real father when he needed his birth certificate to get his ID when he turned 18. When he found out his mother had been lying to him since pretty much the time he was born, he flipped out and left his mother's house and hasn't been back since. ♫ Made frequent trips to the east coast to visit family in the Philadelphia area throughout his life. Which is how he's familiar with the area. ♫ Currently lives with his grandmother, Jennifer Sampson, in West Chester, Pennsylvania but is looking for his own place. ♫ It was his grandmother who had told him his father's whereabouts, which as coincidence would have it, his father lives in West Chester when he's not on tour. Owen wants to form some sort of relationship with his dad for better or worse just because he knows the truth. ♫ During his time coming to the east coast to visit his grandmother in the past, he met Austin Davis while skateboarding one afternoon. They've kept in contact over the years through random texts, online, and whenever Owen made his way out to the West Chester area to visit. Now that he lives in West Chester they're the epitome of great friends. You could say terror twins, even. ♫ One of his longest term friends is Skye Hamilton, whom he adores and loves above all else in this world. She's one of his best friends but also someone he puts above just about anyone else because of how long they've been friends. ♫ He's a musician, he had a band out in Los Angeles from the time he was fourteen and still loves performing and writing music. He plans to keep that momentum going on the east coast no matter the cost. ♫ Has a bit of an attitude problem. Always has. ♫ Doesn't necessarily think he's better than anyone but if someone starts their shit with him, he wouldn't hesitate to tell them the fuck off as look at them. ♫ Idolizes Sebastian Bach and Billy Idol completely. He's covered "Rebel Yell" by Billy Idol on more than one occasion just because it's one of his favorite songs. ♫ If he actually likes you? Owen would ride or die for his friends. He holds his close friends in an esteem higher than God. No bullshit. Everyone else? He could care less about, generally. He really doesn't give a damn about the general population because it's over run with stupid people. ♫ Absolute show-going junkie. He never gets sick of the live feel of a great show. Rock shows especially. ♫ Loves classic cars, muscle cars, things of that nature. Would probably kill a person if they fucked with his car. No lie. ♫ On that tangent there's three things Owen covets most in this world. 1) His Hair. 2) His wardrobe. 3) His car. In that order. ♫ Graduated from high school on June 10th, 2010. ♫ He's an open book, so get to know him.
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[20 Oct 2009|09:09am] |
You’re stuck between a rock and a hard place. And you ain’t getting out without messing your face. Stick around for a while have a nice taste. If you like it, you’re in the right place.
Now, push yourself to the limit, then push it back again. Give it all you can give it, that’s how you win it my friend. Take every inch don’t give. Don’t give an inch you take. Earn every scar you win. Love every back you break.
FRIENDS ONLY
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