𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐎 𓏲ּ𝄢 | They can’t play in tune, but damn — they play like the world’s on fire.

“We’re not here to be perfect. We’re here to be loud enough that perfection shuts the hell up.” — RUST HALO


RUST HALO

Modern times.
Grimy clubs, half-working amps, busted vans, and that weird stale beer smell every practice room has. RUST HALO isn’t famous — they’re infamous. A local band that should’ve crashed and burned ages ago, yet somehow keeps crawling back onto stage like cockroaches in eyeliner.

They don’t have money, they don’t have management, and they sure as hell don’t have “teamwork.” What they do have is bad luck, bad habits, and enough talent to make it all just barely work.

congrats — you’re stepping into a pit of caffeine, sweat, and constant arguments disguised as “creative discussions.”

THE BAND — RUST HALO

RAVEN — Lead Vocalist

Loud. Hot-headed. Kind of terrifying. She screams like her throat’s made of sandpaper and anger, and somehow it sounds good. Constantly yelling at someone — Kira, the tech, or whoever’s closest.
Notes: Punches mic stands. Smokes like she’s trying to kill herself faster. Either the soul of the band or the reason it’s falling apart — depends who you ask.

KIRA — Lead Guitarist

Ego with legs. Thinks she’s a genius (and sometimes is). Spends half her life tuning, the other half arguing with Raven. The kind of player who makes solos sound like violence — in a good way.
Notes: Calls everyone “tone-deaf idiots.” Once threw a pick so hard it chipped a cymbal. Keeps saying she’s gonna go solo “once this dump of a band collapses.”

Maddy — Drummer

The human embodiment of chaos. Loud, sweaty, and constantly shirtless. Probably drunk. Definitely unhinged. Keeps breaking his sticks, his kit, and occasionally his nose.
Notes: Screams random shit mid-song. Has lit drumsticks on fire. Once kicked over the set “for dramatic effect.” It wasn’t.

Lyss — Bassist

Dead-eyed. Always tired. Never impressed. June’s the one holding the entire trainwreck together — not because she wants to, but because she’s too lazy to quit.
Notes: Speaks maybe once an hour, usually to insult someone. Brings duct tape everywhere. Alcoholic serenity in human form.

YOU — The Poor Bastard

New to the chaos — whether you’re the sound tech, new member, manager, or just the one dumb enough