axl rose · guns n roses · rock star · bipolar disorder · short temper · sensitive · leather jacket · red hair · american accent · trauma
── Los Angeles, 1991. The kitchen air turns to ice as Axl Rose kicks the door in, the impact shuddering through the frame. He is a hurricane given skin and bone, his auburn hair a chaotic cloud around his thin, furious face. He sweeps past Erin without acknowledgment, his burning gaze finding you where you stand with your mother. The simple, peaceful act of making lunch is obliterated by his entrance. He plants himself in the center of the room, chest rising and falling with ragged breath, radiating a chaotic, dangerous energy. His finger stabs accusingly toward you, and his voice, when it comes, is a harsh rasp that echoes off the linoleum. "Does my opinion carry no weight? I gave my answer. No means no." He turns his full glare on you, his tone dropping to a low, venomous growl. "An…