Sven Gustaffsson

Name: Sven Gustaffsson
Age: 30
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Bleached blond
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 180lbs
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Swedish
Gender: Masculine male with soft feminine tendancies
Sexuality: Gay with preference for masculine and feminine men.


Profession:

Vocalist for glam metal band "Skökorna" which translates to "The Harlots" in English. He is also a part-time model for several Swedish fashion and fitness magazines.

Distinguishing marks:

Sven has a tattoo of black heart with thorns on his right thigh. He also has one saying "Suck Me" along his right forearm. A two inch scar along his right shoulder blade where he got into a knife fight once.

Pets:

He has three year old Jämthund called Loki.


Abilities/talents:

Sven is a skilled vocalist, keyboard player, motor cross rider, bike mechanic, horse rider, swimmer, bilingual, professional model and fitness enthusiast.


Personality:

Coming off as a cocky, trashy free spirited man, Sven is often loving attention and craves fun and adventure wherever he goes, often getting into trouble due to his carefree attitude. He can be crass and straight to the point at times as well as vain, reckless, jealous and self-centred. He isn't easily angered but will not be afraid to hit someone if they piss him off. Sven has been known to take risks and deal with the consequences afterwards. The man can also be warm-hearted, kind and sympathetic to those around him. Yet, underneath all the egotistical bluster is a man who is also a staunch protector and someone who has had to take on heavy burdens in his life, that being looking after his younger brother Ulrik around the age of 20.


Background:

Sven grew up in Jokkmokk with his parents and younger brother, Ulrik. He took an interest in music at a young age and wanted to join in the glam metal bands which were forming in and around his country. Once Sven left school he was chosen by a modelling agency which noticed his good looks and he agreed to sign up to model for fitness and fashion magazines. The hot teen he was often called, much to the amusement of Ulrik who just teased Sven for being on magazines. Being a model was one thing but Sven really wanted to be in a band and sing. Some of his music friends knew where he could train to become a vocalist and pointed the young man in the general direction of the known schools in the area.

A few years in and Sven was doing well at music school training to become a vocalist. He still modelled but took it as a part-time job, just getting paid now and then when he took contracts on. When he was 19 something awful happened as both Ulrik and Sven lost both their parents to a ski accident. Both died and the boys' godfather, Magnus, took the reigns and helped bring both boys up, more Ulrik since he was 9 years younger than Sven and only 10 at the time. The family stayed strong though and Sven decided to take it on himself to look after his brother and forego his music career until Ulrik was old enough to look after himself. So, the modelling would be a good backdrop to help with the income for the household now that both boys' parents were gone.

When Ulrik turned 17 he went to music school to learn guitar and Sven finally picked up his music career and began his vocalist courses, finishing school a year later. He formed his own band "The Harlots" and was soon picked up by others who became his band mates. Now, he had a drummer, bassist and lead guitar. His godfather was proud of Sven, even though he sometimes got into fights with other musicians and glam stars. Heavy drinking, drugs, sleeping around all happened while Sven was making his way in then music world. Eventually, both brothers moved from their hometown to live in Stockholm where the music scene was buzzing.


Special people:

Younger brother Ulrik Gustaffsson elektrisk_krigare

Harlots band members:

Lead guitarist: Hjalmar Falkenberg avlagsen_stjarna
Bassist: Fredrik Halvorsson rebellisk_tarta
Drummer: Ivar Arvidsson skraptrummor

It was time.

Ulrik's trashy older brother, Sven, was now getting off the plane at LA airport and embracing his baby brother in a drunken hug. Oh god. The older blond reeked of booze and was drunk, having no doubt filled himself with in flight booze, of course he had. Laughing, Ulrik patted Sven on the back and then pulled his bleached blond hair in a playful manner because it had been what? A few months since he saw his brother since starting the LA tour with Blixt and the other bands. Sigurd was standing next to Ulrik and took in Sven's appearance; drunk, wearing tight black leather pants, a black jacket with tears in the seams and bright neon boots made with fake crocodile and a red bandanna across his head. Of course. What trash. The all spoke in their mother tongue as they greeted each other.

"Det är kul att se dig igen, broder. (It's good to see you again, brother.)"

Sven reached into his jacket and pulled out a bottle of booze, which was whiskey by the looks of it. Had he bought that on the plane? Fuck knew. Ulrik rolled his eyes because he knew all about the trashy singer's habits with booze and they weren't the best. Bjorn was back at the Strip spending time with his ginger since he was spending more and more time with Rekker. Both Ulrik and Sigurd thought it was the best thing for their band leader. Lars was out somewhere following poor Devon around but everyone thought it was cute.

"Flygflyget var så jävla tråkigt! Vi går till en klubb och kör åt helvete. (The plane flight was so fucking boring! Let's go to a club right now and get fucked.)"

Sigurd just stared at Sven and sighed. Oh great----another Bjorn. This wouldn't end well because Sven looked trashy as hell and was drunk just getting off the plane. Now he wanted to hit the town and get smashed even before checking into the hotel. Did the man even bring stuff with him? Clothes? Possessions? Sigurd couldn't see any.

"Var är alla dina kläder, Sven? Har du glömt att ta med dem? (Where are all your clothes, Sven? Did you forget to bring them?)"

The singer shot Sigurd an amused smirk as he took a few quick swigs of booze before shoving the bottle back into his jacket. This guy was the bassist and he knew all about him from what Ulrik had told him. The band dad. That was just the cutest!

"Hej, pappa pojke! Ta det lugnt. Jag behöver inte ta med skit eftersom jag bara köper nya kläder här i L.A. Fan, ja. (Hey, daddy boy! Chill the fuck out. I don't need to bring shit since I'll just buy new clothes here in LA. Fuck yeah.)"

At those words, Sigurd just pinched his nose slightly because this guy was so much like Bjorn, except Bjorn would actually bring all of his shit with him. Every last can of hairspray. So would Lars if he were travelling to another country. Fuck, this guy was trashy and reckless too. Ulrik just giggled at his band mate's reaction to his trashy brother as they began their walk towards the taxis. Getting back to the hotel was the first port of call for all of them. Sven needed to check into his room. The singer adjusted his bandanna as they hailed a taxi down and jumped inside, Sigured paying the man in advance just in case Sven spilled any booze inside the taxi. Shit with rock stars often happened.

"Hur många heta pojkar reser med dig då? Ulrik har berättat om några. (So, how many hot boys are travelling with you then? Ulrik's told me about a few.)"

Oh god. Here we go. Ulrik just blushed a deep red at Sven's words regarding all the hot boys travelling on the tour. What was he to say? There were so many and so many were taken. Almost all of them except a few on the fence or not quite making the connections yet. Sven was trash so this would be more than awkward because he was the type of boy to hit on a taken man. His type being feminine boys and soft masculine.

"Fler tas, broder. Jag sa, minns du? Men det finns några som är singlar. Alla är heta och mest som andra pojkar utom den udda en eller två som är hetero.(Most are taken, brother. I did say, remember? But there are some who are single. All are hot and most like other boys except the odd one or two who are straight.)"

Ulrik trying to tell his brother this in the best possible way. Sigurd just staying out of the conversation entirely because he had his mind set on the bratty Dane. Mikkel. Oh fuck---what if Sven hit on him? There would be hell to pay. Or if Mikkel hit on Sven? Shit. Sigurd didn't even want to think about that. At all. It hurt. The taxi soon pulled into the hotel carpark as all three rock stars got out and headed into the hotel. Sven soon checked in and headed towards the bar instantly. He was fucking thirsty! Sigurd and Ulrik following to keep him company.

"We use English here because there are others staying from the UK. It's a bit easier that way."

Sigurd telling Sven just so that he knew if the Brits were around at the bar. Once they got there a few of the rock stars were there drinking and talking. No smashed ones yet since it was still only 10.00am. Even too early for Joe or Aarne to be smashed. Bjorn was no doubt back at Rekker's Hills mansion and Lars outdoors somewhere with Devon. A young dark-haired boy carrying a sketchpad came up to greet the new tall blond.

"Hello there! You're new. Are you related to Bjorn? You look similar."

Sven giggling rather girlishly, even though he was quite masculine in height and stature. The clothing and hair giving off his feminine air. Pinching the young guitarist's cheek, he smirked. Oh, this one was cute! There was also a blond haired man who wore leopard print too. He was fucking hot! Was he taken? So what if he was---Sven wanted to meet everyone! Ulrik had to intervene before people got angry for his brother hitting on everyone.

"This is Erik Ivarsson and him over there is Hunter, his older brother. Both are taken, Sven. You'll have to look elsewhere."

The singer huffed and then ruffled up Erik's hair before going to the bar and offering up Hunter a wink. The younger Swede just stared and then began giggling himself because it was amusing. Buying himself a large bottle of whiskey, Sven then began chugging straight out of the bottle because fuck! He was thirsty. The plane ride really had taken it out of him. Sigurd was watching Sven like a hawk now because this one was dynamite. Trouble. He might even start a fight if he hit on everyone who was taken. Ulrik knew he'd have to step in but he couldn't be everywhere Sven was at all times. It would be hard but they'd have to try and do their best.

Otherwise it could be a shit show.