i. dream ( acoustic ) ╾ bishop briggs ii. between two lungs ╾ florence + the machine iii. feels like summer ╾ weezer iv. don’t take the money ╾ bleachers v. whole wide world ( unpeeled ) ╾ cage the elephant vi. perfect places ╾ lorde vii. ta fête ╾ stromae viii. live in the moment ╾ portugal. the man ix. new ╾ LOOΠΔ x. it’s a trip! ╾ joywave xi. get it right ╾ diplo & MØ xii. one foot ╾ WALK THE MOON xiii. barking dog ╾ phantogram xiv. the gold ╾ manchester orchestra xv. sweet disaster ╾ DREAMERS xvi. egoist ╾ LOOΠΔ
NAME: tariq zafir khan
NICKNAMES: hey how about no
AGE: 22
BIRTHDAY: january 12th
GENDER: cis-male
PRONOUNS: he & him
↠ relationships.
PARENTS: (will edit later)
SIBLINGS: (will edit later)
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heterosexual
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heteroromantic
MARTIAL STATUS: hahaha nope
CHILDREN: nah son !
↠ physical attributes.
FACE CLAIM: zayn malik
RACE/ETHNICITY: muslim (paki) father, english mother
NATIONALITY: american
HEIGHT: 5’ 10”
HAIR COLOR: black
EYE COLOR: hazel
SKIN COLOR: olive
DOMINANT HAND: right
ACCENT: american
NERVOUS TICS: bounces his leg, bites nails, jaw clenching, lights cig/blunt mindlessly, sometimes shutting down, chewing/toying with bottom lip, (he has anxiety so his nervous tics are far more extensive)
QUIRKS: easily annoyed, doesn’t get enough sleep, carries a ring that doesn’t fit him in his pocket (? is that a quirk), can calculate math in his head but cannot count on his fingers, has a scar going down his right shoulder blade, frequently carries a purple notebook with him but never opens it — which is odd because he’s almost never found doing schoolwork anymore, hallucinates occasionally (due to his excessive usage of drugs), photographic memory, almost always drunk/high, children make him nervous, the list.. goes on i wanna actually work on this later too
↠ lifestyle.
BORN: bradford, west yorkshire
RAISED: brooklyn, ny
VEHICLE: has a car (will mention later) but prefers his harley davidson, a black 2012 harley vrscdx night rod
PETS: a pitbull/great dane mix named cerberus, serby for short
OCCUPATION: full-time disappointment
MISDEMEANORS: breaking and entering, public urination, physical assault, resisting arrest, obscenity, perjury, DUIs
FELONIES: vandalism, possession of an illegal substance
DRUGS: shrooms, xanax, codeine, cocaine, meth, molly, lsd
SMOKES: cigarettes, cannabis (only put what he frequents here)
ALCOHOL: preferably straight (doesn’t really believe in mixed drinks unless its his own jungle juice)
PHOBIAS: trypophobia (a warning not to look it up it’s actually terrifying), mono phobia (ironic yet underlying), and not quite a phobia but a crippling fear of being abandoned/hurt again to the point that it hinders any future relationships with others
HOBBIES: sketching, boxing, playing soccer, (spray) painting, writing prose, getting high (is that a hobby lmfao), smoke tricks, trying out new video-games, pulling things apart and putting them back together, cooking when no one’s around, might add more bt thats all i got rn
POSITIVE TRAITS: confident, charismatic, poised
NEGATIVE TRAITS: impulsive, cold, calculated
↠ favorites.
LOCATION: brazenhead books, brooklyn (now closed)
MUSIC GENRES: r&b, rap
TV SHOWS: narcos, breaking bad, forensic files, cutthroat kitchen, rick and morty, it’s always sunny in philadelphia, that 70′s show, game of thrones
MOVIES: grease but he’ll probably tell you something like fight club or james bond series. they do come as a close second but don’t let him fool you
FOOD: cold pizza, apples, burgers, hot wings, samosas, brownies, coffee ice cream
BEVERAGES: bacardi, whiskey, or cognac; sometimes citrus teas
COLORS: muted colors, black
↠ personality types.
MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral
MBTI: istp
TEMPERAMENT: 58% melancholic, 42% choleric
ZODIAC SIGN: capricorn
SONGS ( that represent them ): nomads by ricky hil ft. the weekend ; the zone by the weekend ft. drake ; hallucinations by dvsn
I am pretending the rot in me is temporary. That I can spoon it out with food or stranger’s bodies or driving too quickly. That if I just treat the symptoms I will wake up okay. You can cut me open and I’d probably thank you for it. I’m just fine if you don’t look directly. The sun is a closed fist. But what can I say. I’m just bad at being whole. I’m good at ugly.
