"It's been a long time travellin', on roads that lead to nowhere..."
FULL NAME: Joey Batey ALIAS: None HEIGHT: 5'11" PRONOUNS: He/Him SEXUALITY: AGE/BIRTHDAY: 34, January 1, 1989 FROM: Newcastle upon Tyne, United Kingdom
SPECIES: Siren
FAMILY LIFE:
SPOUSE: Joey: -inhales- Henry
Me: YOU ARE NOT MARRIED TO HENRY CAVILL
Joey: I COULD BE!
CHILDREN: None, I've a cat, but he owns me. HOTEL DUTIES:
RUNS: Not a damn thing, even my life. DUTIES: To provide glorious music and singing in which to tantalize your ears whenever I can.
"You learn the more you live they say, "Don't settle for your lot", opinions are like arseholes, which everybody's got"
SUMMARY:
"Summary? Oh um, I'm Joey, I'm awkward and some have told me I'm hilarious, I play Dandelion, or Jaskier in The Witcher on Netflix, I've also done Shakespeare, yes I really play the Lute and I really sing, don't ask me why I chose that as a form of torture but here we are. I'd like to think I'm fun, and friendly. I'm usually at the local bar in the hotel trying to get into open mic night just to keep myself from going insane. If I'm not there I'm usually just wandering about or on set of The Witcher, working on that glorious mud bath they call aging but really it's just me freezing my arse off in rain and mud while Henry whips his hair back and forth. I'm glad for the hotel though, I'm a bit of a paranoid skittish sort, so it helps to have some sort of sanctuary to run to (you've no idea how many times it took me to write sanctuary). I am garbage at summaries but this is what you get I suppose when you ask someone to talk about themselves?"
"So lock me up, and sock me up and throw away the key! Go fuck yourself, you whoreson, 'cause you're through fuckin' with me!"
PLOTS I’M OPEN TO/WANTING: I’m looking for the following: Joey is my newest muse, and he needs all the plots, friendships, relationships, any sort of plot I'm up for with him. He's a mess and my baby, so I'd love to get him plotting with anyone who wants to plot with ol' Jaskier from The Witcher
