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!!!Welcome! Glam-ler, a unique rocker in glamorous attire!!!
About him:
- With the advent of great popularity, he has a large fan base of young girls, which he uses after concerts.
- His mother is pleased that he is her son rich and famous, but she is sure that soon he will be nobody again as before.
- He initially did not like the image that he was given by the people with whom he signed a contract, but after he fell in love with his unusual image
- With the growth of huge popularity, a great conceit has appeared, he thinks that everyone owes him and should
History (not yet complete):
When a guy comes out to sing to sell Thneed, music producers pay attention to him. They saw good potential in the guy. After the unsuccessful sale of Thneed, the producers turned to the guy and offered him a contract. He did not agree immediately because his dream was completely different, but realizing that Thneed could not be properly appreciated, he decided to sign a contract, and as a result he was given the image of a sugary glam rocker. He took the pseudonym Glam-ler, in his opinion, quite simple and concise.
Notes:
- Events take place from the 65-70's
- Anon
- My OC Once-ler
- My female character will be present in the story, and will be associated with him
- If there are any inconsistencies, let me know, I will be grateful for your help!
I use to hate the Lorax movie because there's a scene in the movie where the Oncler says he has "an irrational sense of optimism" but for the longest time I thought he said "an irrational sense of autism" and then he starts singing like an idiot. I'm autistic so I was understandably upset.
"If you feel a deep need, if you desire something more than anything else in the world, if you are ready to go, then listen, listen, and take the direction your soul points. Twice to the right, the third time to the left… up the crooked path, past the sighing valley. You will find the golden gates of the city that fulfills your desires. They are wide open, day and night, every day of the year.
What a beautiful place, isn't it?
This city, through the generations, has lost its name. The rumors and whispers of the souls living in the streets, faithful citizens, once gave it the name of Flouzville, or Thneedville for the older ones, but, for the last few decades we like to give it the affectionate nickname of Vice City.
Today, Vileville.
Tomorrow? We don't know yet what it will be called.
Who will be able to take it back beyond the great golden walls anyway? Certainly not you or me. Why leave anyway? There is so much to do, and the entertainment is endless. Besides, names come and go… one thing arrives, then disappears with time.
Everything fades away. Everything rusts. Everything falls apart.
The only one left is the master of the place, the Cashtea-ler; he, and his special guests.
Their names will never be forgotten.
Don't be afraid to take your time around here, there's no rush.
After all, he is the master of games. The time is the Cashtea-ler.