Post by nathan james story on Jul 7, 2008 21:15:26 GMT -5
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as i write this letter,
FULL NAME: Nathan James Story
NICKNAMES?: Nate
AGE: Twenty One
GRADE: Sophomore
GENDER: Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
OCCUPATION: Currently doesn’t have a job, but is looking to get into something shortly once he gets settled in. He’s paying for his current living space with the money he made from a summer job.
SOCIAL STATUS: Middle-Class
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HEIGHT: Five nine and a quarter inch
WEIGHT: 120
HAIR:
Nathan has brown, slightly bushy hair that reaches just above his eyes or a bit below, depending on the time of year. Ocassionly the dark brown hair will curl at the ends if the heat gets to it, but most of the tight it’s pretty straight. But naturally straight, and in theory no hair is really completely straight on its own. He brings out the straightener, which sounds pretty girly, when it starts to curl. That’s the one thing that drives him crazy about his hair, though he doesn’t allow himself to cut it shorter because of a reason he doesn’t talk about with just anyone.
EYES:
It’s suprising when you look in the mirror one day and your eyes have completely changed to a color that doesn’t look very humanly. Purple, for example. From blue to purple was a suprising change for Nate, and not a very pleasant one at that fact. After calming down and convincing himself that it was normal, he discovered purple eyes are real, and actually slightly normal, in a strange shade of violet. Though he never actually discovered why they changed, he’s learned to live with the fact people walk quickly away when they look him in the eyes. You’d be surprised how often they come in handy that way.
BODY TYPE:
Nate had a pretty small frame for how tall he is. Back in his high school days he was a football player, and one of the best, so it isn’t like he doesn’t have enough muscle to beat you into a fine powder. Though he has the muscle and pretty much the body of the athlete, he also has the grace of a ballet dance. For the most part he doesn’t trip over anything or anyone, except for those rare annoying occasions when he does. Then that isn’t too much fun for anyone. Considering the fact that he hardly ever wears a shirt, much less enjoys wearing one, his chest is often exposed as he takes a run down the beach or a walk around the school grounds. With his muscular arms, his chest can make just about any girl drool.
PIERCINGS/TATTOOS:
Located on the back of his right shin is a tattoo. It’s of a girl sitting on a tire holding an umbrella over her head. Now don’t get him wrong, this isn’t anyone special here. For another fact Nate actually created the whole thing, showing his love for cars and girls in the same photo. The umbrella just added a needed touch in his opinion. The color is advanced, and everything is as detailed as it could possibly be. Every three months he goes in to get it re-colored and fixed up a bit. At first it hurt quite a lot, but after a while it nearly felt natural to have needles stabbing into your leg.
ANYTHING ELSE?:
Have you ever seen a person that has a scar for every major event that happened in their life? Well, once you’ve met Nate you can’t say that. You could call him accident prone at the very least. But there’s one specific scar that’s nearly always showing that drives him crazy and he hates himself for it. By spending the nights at a friend’s while having a broken leg (she had an elevator!) he dragged her into danger with him. Sure, he had the scar to prove that he had lived through torture by a few random guys that haunted his life back in Texas, but dragging his best friend into it was depressing. If you say anything about it normally he’ll go speechless, as he doesn’t enjoy that topic very much.
GENERAL APPEARANCE: Though Nathan’s on the rather tall side he does enjoy people being taller than him. His brown hair is hardly even noticed once his purple eyes come into play, but that should be normal when you have purple eyes. Most times he’s shirtless, besides in school, so prepare to see a chest that’ll make any girl fall in love at first site, for the most part anyways. Besides the fact that he’s covered in scars from previous life, and his chest clearly shows that, his skin is smooth, his lips a natural looking red color that just about everyone has.
FACE CLAIM: Jared Padalecki
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GENERAL TRAITS: Caring, Funny, Dare-Devil, Easy Going, Friendly
PERSONALITY:
- Caring
-For a twenty one year old man, Nathan’s just about as caring as you’ll ever find. Not exactly for himself, but for others. When it comes to himself and his own well being, well lets just say that’s always the last possible thing on his mind. He’d drop whatever he was doing if you came to his door with a bloody hand from falling off of your bike one to many times. Along with that he’s always trying to take the blame off of someone. Even if it’s so obviously their fault he’ll object and say it was his. - Funny
-Now, Nate isn’t one of the people working at the movie theater that say if anyone misbehaves they’ll have to deal with him, trying to be funny, but no one laughs. Well, he can be sometimes. But only if he’s trying to be funny. If he’s trying to be funny…Run far, far away. That’s all I can say. But when he doesn’t actually try to be funny, nearly everything he says is funny. Once discovering that he pretty much gave up on being a comedian, because it’d be a bit to difficult to just not try and be funny. If he cracks a joke he doesn’t expect anyone to laugh at it. Chances are it’s just for his own enjoyment. - Dare-Devil
-Dare-devil? That word is hardly even in Nathan’s vocabulary. Oh no. If you were to walk up to him randomly and ask if he was a dare-devil, you’d either get a response along the lines of ‘what’s that?’ or ‘ha ha, you’re funny.’ In his mind he just thinks that everyone else has a lame idea of what fun and adrenaline rush is. But honestly speaking, he’s a dare-devil all the way. Don’t even give him ideas, because he’ll be the first one to do the stupidest thing possible. Of course you’ve heard the saying “if someone jumped off a bridge, would you follow?” Or something along those lines at least. But Nate wouldn’t be the one following. He’d be the one jumping off the bridge first. - Easy Going
- Panic strikes. You’re in a room alone with nothing but a door, a refridgerator and a window. All three are unlocked. Which one do you go out of? Most people would say ‘the door, no questions asked!’ But no, Nate would pick the window. What if there were goons outside waiting to eat you alive? Huh? What would you do then? With that nice little introduction done, it slightly explains how easy going Nate is. No matter what, in the worst possible situation, he can think of what to do, how to do it, and get it done fast. And then, oh, with most boys you can’t tell them anything that may get them upset. You just can’t risk it, you know? Though with Nate you don’t have to worry at all. He’ll take whatever news you give him with ease, and only explodes on rare occasions. - Friendly
-A random person walks up to you on the street asking for a ride to the nearest Walmart because their car is out of gas and their distant brother-re-married-divorced-half brother-twice removed works there. Many people of our world today would shake their head, mutter something about space and then walk quickly away. Nate on the other hand would nod and take the stranger to his car. If he’s walking down the streets of a downtown city he always feels bad for the homeless people. It just hits him in a spot that he can’t ignore. Everyone who knows Nate thinks he’s a friendly guy, and trust me, unless you catch him on a bad day, which hardly happens, you won’t think differently.
LOVES: Rain, dogs, cats, horses, crabs, running, clouds, snow, ice, hiking, sky diving, skiing, snowboarding, scubadiving, cliffs, sharp rocks, sticks, fire, sharks, seals, computers, reading, science, math, books, trash bags, fireworks, cows, sheep, moose, llamas, duck, geese, elk, spiders, aunts, crickets, worms, coloring, cars and trees.
HATES: Turtles, butterflies, TV, needles, doctors, hospitals, nurses, his family, the color red, the color purple, the color orange, Spain (yes the country), fixing cars, being lied to, telling lies, curly hair, PCs, home phones, apartments, the dark, Mars, fries, cheeseburgers, noodles, peanut butter, advil, wolves, and bees.
FEARS: He’ll go broke and end up living on the street or he’ll end up living alone for the rest of his life
HABITS: Crossing his pinky finger on top of his ring finger when he walks, running his hand through his hair, not wearing a shirt, making random noises with or on his body, never sitting still, blasting music, and never answering his cell phone.
FLAWS: A bit to self confident, very stubborn, doesn’t notice what’s super dangerous, doesn’t care what anyone thinks about him, and not cutting his hair often enough.
STRENGTHS: Self Confident, his hair, muscle, smile, and intellagance level.
WEAKNESSES: Being threatened with the life of a friend, love, fighting, girls, and animals.
ANOTHER PERSON'S OPINION ON YOUR CHARACTER: “If I had to use one word to describe Nathan Story it’d be crazy. That boy doesn’t know when to stop! He missed half of the school year because he was in the hospital. I mean, I know he’s my son and all, but sometimes I can’t believe that I helped raise him. He spent a bit too much with my ex in my opinion, which is really my fault. But wow…I mean, he’s a smart guy. He wants to go into engineering, which isn’t a surprise. But still…What he needs in his life is a girl. Maybe being in love would make him consider the crazy things before he actually did them. But God, I’m not sure what I’ll do with him if he ever comes to live with me. Oh well, I love him anyways. Then again, just about everyone does…” – Matthew Story
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FAMILY:
Calley Kay Story – 45 - Singer
Matthew James Story – 51 – Artist
Kelly Kay Story – 26 – Dancer
Mark James Story – 30 - Jockey
HOMETOWN: Breckenridge, Colorado
HISTORY:
Nathan James Story grew up with his mother, father, sister, and brother in Breckenridge, Colorado. Well, at first he did. Up until he was five years old he had his whole family with him always. When he got himself into trouble, everyone had to yell at him. Trips to the hospital were often and blood became normal at the Story household. Nate’s personality was different than both of his older siblings. Calm, relaxed, and boring. Hardly any of that fit Nate. Even as a baby he got into everything possible, broke anything he could get a hold of, and was always crawling off to unknown places and returning bruised.
When he was five, as stated earlier, his mother and father got divorced. The reason? Nate personally never found out, but he was left under the “watchful” eye of his mom. Really, he wanted to be in his dad’s care. But according to the court his mom was “more suited to take care of three kids,” and he wasn’t exactly one to argue. Much against his will he was said good bye to his dad and left. Though he didn’t understand much about the fact that he wouldn’t see his dad later that night…At that time he didn’t. But he learned soon enough.
If the court had known what his mother would soon do to poor, young, Nathan, they would’ve had the kids sent with his dad in a second. But, sadly, they didn’t. No one did, for that fact, until Nate was ten years old and late from coming home from a friend’s house. His mother, not only exploding with madness, just happened to have a kitchen knife in hand and accidenlty tossed it Nate’s way. Well, she liked the fact that she could get the young boy to behave and see his blood all in the same night. So it kept up. One wrong move, or sometimes for doing nothing at all, Nate got the knife. Or sometimes it was the yard stick. But mostly the knife.
The countless scars on his body slowly appeared over the next few years, though no one actually noticed. After a while it just got normal for Nate to come to school with a bloody leg, make up some excuse, be sent to the office, they’d call his mom, and she’d act like nothing would happen. It was as simple as that. Because the one and one time only Nate tried to explain what really went on his mom found out. And though he ran and ran and ran, he finally passed out and was returned to his mom. Remember that he always keep his hair long for a reason? Yeah well the night he returned home was a night he replays in nightmares. A sickening scar is located on his forehead, and to avoid questions he keeps his hair long, even if it is 115 degrees outside.
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YOUR NAME: Alexa (or cookie or natey. I’ll answer to whatever)
YEARS RPING: Twoish
OTHER CHARACTERS: n.a
PHRASE: Across the universe
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:
Asia spoke softly, her hand placed gently on the mare's neck. She had recently given the mare the name of Taco, for no reason once so ever. It just fit for some reason. As far as Asia knew, she was alone. No one else was currently around Wellington, which wasn't suprising for how late at night it was. Her crimmped hair was in a loose pony tail with her right half bangs covering one of her eyes. Though it was oddly cold, she wore a plain orange t-shirt, after she had been told the color looked good on her. In responce, she had just grinned and shook her head. Orange wasn't normally her color, but apparently it was to her father. Her pants weren't anything special, as suprising as that was. Just normal jeans, which flowed down to her barn shoes. She looked pretty normal here. It was really the only place she did look normal around.
Gently, Asia's hand slid up the mare's neck and onto her face. She was ready for some sort of stubborn reaction from the mare that had already bitten her a few times this evening. It was suprising that her hand was currently being ignored, which made her grin for a moment. Good girl! Was her next reaction, rubbing her neck lightly before handing her a cookie. She always wanted to make sure that the horses knew there was some sort of treat after behaving well. Making a big deal out of every little thing that Taco did correctly was just a start.
A breeze came through the open barn door, causing Asia to shiver. It was getting pretty cold, and the sun had gone down many hours ago. The light was now cast over by bright lights hung above the stall, which had taken Taco a bit to get used to. But she was fine now, much to Asia's enjoyment. Even in just a few hours, the mare had made some much progress. It was amazing, in her opinion.
After feeding the horse one more cookie, Asia allowed the horse to go back to her feed in her temporary stall. Soon she would be moved outside in the pasture, and known as Asia's project horse, she would be respected by the other members of Wellington quickly. It wasn't that that she was worried about. The woman was a bit more worried about the other mares, knowing that they weren't just too accepting.
Knowing that her own horse would be expecting her, Asia was heading over to Talat's stall when she stopped in her tracks. A noise, in the border arena. But no one else was here, so it couldn't be anyone else. She turned on her heel and walked to the indoor arena, peeking around the corner for a few moments before discovering that no one else was there. No one, but something sure was. In fact, she quickly reconized the horse named Alegra nosing around in the arena. Was she left there? Did she escape and trot in there herself? Asia walked slowly into the arena, her hand outstreached to the mare she knew quite well. Allie, which was an odd nickname for the mare, stopped in her tracks and faced Asia slowly. Her brown eyes looked at her fearfully, though Asia had no idea why. Allie, come on. It's just me, remember?
The mare took a few steps back before she reared, lucky enough for Asia. She didn't even catch her breath before she grabbed the lead rope she now noticed hanging from Allie's halter. She quickly pulled, not to hard but hard enough to get a point across, and the moment she had stopped rearing Asia started turning her in tight circles. What was up with the mare? She had to tell Tammy about this tomorrow, because something sure was up. But Allie couldn't be getting abused. Though Asia had never met the mare's owners before, anyone with a mare like this one would have to be pretty amazing. But if she wasn't being abused, why did she have on a halter and lead rope and was loose in the arena? There wasn't another human here, after all. Was this even Allie? I'd know Allie's face anywhere, and that's it. The woman told herself while gently stroking the mare's neck in a calming way. Asia herself would have to check this out tomorrow. After all, if you want anything done right you have to do it yourself.
Gently, Asia's hand slid up the mare's neck and onto her face. She was ready for some sort of stubborn reaction from the mare that had already bitten her a few times this evening. It was suprising that her hand was currently being ignored, which made her grin for a moment. Good girl! Was her next reaction, rubbing her neck lightly before handing her a cookie. She always wanted to make sure that the horses knew there was some sort of treat after behaving well. Making a big deal out of every little thing that Taco did correctly was just a start.
A breeze came through the open barn door, causing Asia to shiver. It was getting pretty cold, and the sun had gone down many hours ago. The light was now cast over by bright lights hung above the stall, which had taken Taco a bit to get used to. But she was fine now, much to Asia's enjoyment. Even in just a few hours, the mare had made some much progress. It was amazing, in her opinion.
After feeding the horse one more cookie, Asia allowed the horse to go back to her feed in her temporary stall. Soon she would be moved outside in the pasture, and known as Asia's project horse, she would be respected by the other members of Wellington quickly. It wasn't that that she was worried about. The woman was a bit more worried about the other mares, knowing that they weren't just too accepting.
Knowing that her own horse would be expecting her, Asia was heading over to Talat's stall when she stopped in her tracks. A noise, in the border arena. But no one else was here, so it couldn't be anyone else. She turned on her heel and walked to the indoor arena, peeking around the corner for a few moments before discovering that no one else was there. No one, but something sure was. In fact, she quickly reconized the horse named Alegra nosing around in the arena. Was she left there? Did she escape and trot in there herself? Asia walked slowly into the arena, her hand outstreached to the mare she knew quite well. Allie, which was an odd nickname for the mare, stopped in her tracks and faced Asia slowly. Her brown eyes looked at her fearfully, though Asia had no idea why. Allie, come on. It's just me, remember?
The mare took a few steps back before she reared, lucky enough for Asia. She didn't even catch her breath before she grabbed the lead rope she now noticed hanging from Allie's halter. She quickly pulled, not to hard but hard enough to get a point across, and the moment she had stopped rearing Asia started turning her in tight circles. What was up with the mare? She had to tell Tammy about this tomorrow, because something sure was up. But Allie couldn't be getting abused. Though Asia had never met the mare's owners before, anyone with a mare like this one would have to be pretty amazing. But if she wasn't being abused, why did she have on a halter and lead rope and was loose in the arena? There wasn't another human here, after all. Was this even Allie? I'd know Allie's face anywhere, and that's it. The woman told herself while gently stroking the mare's neck in a calming way. Asia herself would have to check this out tomorrow. After all, if you want anything done right you have to do it yourself.
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