Post by Nathalia on Dec 10, 2006 12:27:27 GMT -5
Name: Nathalia
Age: 15
Gender: Female
How many hours do you spend online daily?: A lot of hours. Hmm, my minimum is like three. xD
My Character
Name: Nathaniel Van Rossum
Age: 19
Birthday: August 25th
Gender: Male
Race: American and French
Look-a-Like: Justin Chatwin
Personality
At first glance if you find this boy alone, you would think he was pretty serious, quiet and pretty much always doing what was needed to be done, of course everyone could be wrong about anyone. At second glance, people can start noticing his bloodshot eyes caused by the use of the drug, marijuana, leaving people thinking he is a total stoned teen, that listens to Roger Watters’ The Wall and every phsyquedelic old groups our hippie parents loved.
Alright so, the second glance you get on Nate is completely true, but there’s more to the carefree image he puts off and shows to accuantences. You could say, he’s a thinker, someone always looking to avoid any drama or problems for that matter.
Appearance
The only thing Nate has in common with his father is his rich chocolate brown hair and his emerald green eyes that usually are bloodshot from smoking so much pot, but if you’re lucky, you’ll catch him sober. Being raised as a soldier, yes a soldier, Nate got use to running 400 meters each morning before going to school, followed by the sit-ups and the push-ups of course. Doing that each morning since he was a kid, he didn’t loose the habit and it shows on his body.
Clothing wise, he isn’t that complicated. Being the son of a mother that doesn’t know the first thing of cooking, cleaning, doing the laundry or changing a diaper, brand names have always been in his life. When he isn’t at those usuless dinner parties wearing, Armani, Gucci and Versace, of course forced by his mother to wear those brands. He loves to be casual, by wearing slightly ripped Hurley jeans, with a Volcom t-shirt or a hoodie of the Rolling Stones, Converse, Vans, Fallen are his favourite shoes.
Flaws
Pot.
His bad habit of always smoking a joint when a small thing goes wrong is probably the guy’s biggest flaw, he might find relief once the affects of the drug comes in, but at the same time he’s killing his brain cells /and/ his lungs. It seems though, he couldn’t careless about his body.
Relationships are always something else with him. He pretty much never knows who he wants or what for that matter. He is known to be sweet and kind at first, but after a while of being with that same girl, it seems like he gets tired, bored and annoyed. Cheating seems to have become the reason for every break up, it’s pretty much all he’s been doing.
Ignoring everything is what’s he is best, too many it isn’t a good thing. You see, Nate could never talk back to his father, it would probably bring death to the teen, okay, maybe not death but large consequences. So, by only answering yes sir or no sir, his dad gets what he wants and Nate… well Nate stays out of trouble.
Background
When he was a kid, Nathaniel didn’t see much of his parents, for a few years he thought it was because /he/ was always out with his friends, having fun and going to all those useless parties, but after a while he noticed that it was because his parents /were/ practically never home. When he was home, wanting to be alone and to think, there was no one there but the maids. If it was up to Nate, his maid was much more of a parent. Oh but when his biological parents were home, it was pretty cold.
You see, his father is a general. He made his son look at him that way and Nate doesn’t think it will change. He can’t even call him dad, it’s Sir and only Sir and if he doesn’t answer, well 100 push-ups right there and now, where ever the place is. His mom on the other hand will be talking on the phone, sipping a cocktail as she tries to decide which party she’ll go to tonight.
Sample of Role Playing ((Any Genre))
A long relieving drag was taken on the joint by the boy’s lips. He let the smoke in his throat travel down to his lungs and holding it down as long as he could. His green eyes glanced around the small alley he was standing in, alone and starting to get pretty freaked out by the man sitting on a card-board box, starring at him.
Exhale.
Nate’s now bloodshot eyes, stared at the end of the joint. Was it finished? Yeah, it was. A light sigh of relied came out as he dropped the burning end to the floor. Oh well, he had more. The 18-year-old dug his freezing hands into the pockets of his coat as he walked out of the alley, he noticed everything always seemed different and better when he was stoned.
Now, it was time to go face his girlfriend. ‘What could be a good excuse?’ He thought as he walked on the noisy side walks, filled with people. He told Cynthia he’d be over in 20 minutes, well… the only problem was an hour had already past, she was most likely so pissed that she was probably standing in front of her door, waiting. ‘I’ll just text her and tell her something came up.’ He said with a shrug. Nate knew if he’d talked to her, she’d just ruin his mood and he’d end up being bitter the entire night, which would be a drag.
Age: 15
Gender: Female
How many hours do you spend online daily?: A lot of hours. Hmm, my minimum is like three. xD
My Character
Name: Nathaniel Van Rossum
Age: 19
Birthday: August 25th
Gender: Male
Race: American and French
Look-a-Like: Justin Chatwin
Personality
At first glance if you find this boy alone, you would think he was pretty serious, quiet and pretty much always doing what was needed to be done, of course everyone could be wrong about anyone. At second glance, people can start noticing his bloodshot eyes caused by the use of the drug, marijuana, leaving people thinking he is a total stoned teen, that listens to Roger Watters’ The Wall and every phsyquedelic old groups our hippie parents loved.
Alright so, the second glance you get on Nate is completely true, but there’s more to the carefree image he puts off and shows to accuantences. You could say, he’s a thinker, someone always looking to avoid any drama or problems for that matter.
Appearance
The only thing Nate has in common with his father is his rich chocolate brown hair and his emerald green eyes that usually are bloodshot from smoking so much pot, but if you’re lucky, you’ll catch him sober. Being raised as a soldier, yes a soldier, Nate got use to running 400 meters each morning before going to school, followed by the sit-ups and the push-ups of course. Doing that each morning since he was a kid, he didn’t loose the habit and it shows on his body.
Clothing wise, he isn’t that complicated. Being the son of a mother that doesn’t know the first thing of cooking, cleaning, doing the laundry or changing a diaper, brand names have always been in his life. When he isn’t at those usuless dinner parties wearing, Armani, Gucci and Versace, of course forced by his mother to wear those brands. He loves to be casual, by wearing slightly ripped Hurley jeans, with a Volcom t-shirt or a hoodie of the Rolling Stones, Converse, Vans, Fallen are his favourite shoes.
Flaws
Pot.
His bad habit of always smoking a joint when a small thing goes wrong is probably the guy’s biggest flaw, he might find relief once the affects of the drug comes in, but at the same time he’s killing his brain cells /and/ his lungs. It seems though, he couldn’t careless about his body.
Relationships are always something else with him. He pretty much never knows who he wants or what for that matter. He is known to be sweet and kind at first, but after a while of being with that same girl, it seems like he gets tired, bored and annoyed. Cheating seems to have become the reason for every break up, it’s pretty much all he’s been doing.
Ignoring everything is what’s he is best, too many it isn’t a good thing. You see, Nate could never talk back to his father, it would probably bring death to the teen, okay, maybe not death but large consequences. So, by only answering yes sir or no sir, his dad gets what he wants and Nate… well Nate stays out of trouble.
Background
When he was a kid, Nathaniel didn’t see much of his parents, for a few years he thought it was because /he/ was always out with his friends, having fun and going to all those useless parties, but after a while he noticed that it was because his parents /were/ practically never home. When he was home, wanting to be alone and to think, there was no one there but the maids. If it was up to Nate, his maid was much more of a parent. Oh but when his biological parents were home, it was pretty cold.
You see, his father is a general. He made his son look at him that way and Nate doesn’t think it will change. He can’t even call him dad, it’s Sir and only Sir and if he doesn’t answer, well 100 push-ups right there and now, where ever the place is. His mom on the other hand will be talking on the phone, sipping a cocktail as she tries to decide which party she’ll go to tonight.
Sample of Role Playing ((Any Genre))
A long relieving drag was taken on the joint by the boy’s lips. He let the smoke in his throat travel down to his lungs and holding it down as long as he could. His green eyes glanced around the small alley he was standing in, alone and starting to get pretty freaked out by the man sitting on a card-board box, starring at him.
Exhale.
Nate’s now bloodshot eyes, stared at the end of the joint. Was it finished? Yeah, it was. A light sigh of relied came out as he dropped the burning end to the floor. Oh well, he had more. The 18-year-old dug his freezing hands into the pockets of his coat as he walked out of the alley, he noticed everything always seemed different and better when he was stoned.
Now, it was time to go face his girlfriend. ‘What could be a good excuse?’ He thought as he walked on the noisy side walks, filled with people. He told Cynthia he’d be over in 20 minutes, well… the only problem was an hour had already past, she was most likely so pissed that she was probably standing in front of her door, waiting. ‘I’ll just text her and tell her something came up.’ He said with a shrug. Nate knew if he’d talked to her, she’d just ruin his mood and he’d end up being bitter the entire night, which would be a drag.
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