Post by xx LAUReN on Aug 4, 2008 11:39:21 GMT -8
Hello
My name is: Nick Scott
But you can call me: Nicky
I'm: 16
I am a: male
Birthday: September 6
Grade: Sophomore
My eyes are: Blue
My hair is: Black
I have: Skull on shoulder
Face claim:
Here is my Picture:
About Me
Orientation: Bi
Appearance: nick has straight short black hair and stunning blue eyes that match with his somewhat german looks and accent
Personality: nick's a shy boy, he can be fierce and mean if needed but when he's not out defending his friends he's the sweetest boy anyone could ask for. he has a tendency to snap and play tricks on but his kindness comes out to help those in need along with compassion.
Strengths:
~x~ Gun Shooting
~o~ Homework
~x~ Running
~o~ Driving
~x~ Calm
Weaknesses:
~x~ Girls
~o~ Trouble maker
~x~ Doesn't like change
~o~ Dogs
~x~ Swimming
I Like:
* Music
* Motorcycles
* Girls
* Archery
* Guns
I Dislike:
* Bullying
* Racists
* Spiders
* Church
* Corn Fields
My Style: Goth style; sometimes bright if he's in the mood.
Family: Lives with mother and brother. Father died from a gun accident. Nick got his love for guns from his father.
History: Nick's always had to fend for himself, when he was five he got brutally attacked by a pit bull and has hated dogs ever sine. At age eleven he got interested into guns and now owns his dad's old rifles and automatic. At age thirteen his dad was shooting plates and a gunman purposefully shot his dad, he's been angry ever since. At age fifteen he was allowed amotorcycle and sometimes rides it to school.
Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, Senior or Adult?:
Sophomore
About the Role player
Name: Ghostie.
About me:
*Note: You don't have to write about yourself if you don't want to
Sample RP: I stared at my mother like she was crazy. Was she serious? We're moving again? Damn, I cursed myself, this was the fourth time we had to move. We moved to this spacious two story. At least someone knew how to pick out house, I thought as I snorted to myself, staring at the high school I was to go to. They'll never accept me. I sighed as we passed it. This was going to be one long semester.
My name is: Nick Scott
But you can call me: Nicky
I'm: 16
I am a: male
Birthday: September 6
Grade: Sophomore
My eyes are: Blue
My hair is: Black
I have: Skull on shoulder
Face claim:
Here is my Picture:
About Me
Orientation: Bi
Appearance: nick has straight short black hair and stunning blue eyes that match with his somewhat german looks and accent
Personality: nick's a shy boy, he can be fierce and mean if needed but when he's not out defending his friends he's the sweetest boy anyone could ask for. he has a tendency to snap and play tricks on but his kindness comes out to help those in need along with compassion.
Strengths:
~x~ Gun Shooting
~o~ Homework
~x~ Running
~o~ Driving
~x~ Calm
Weaknesses:
~x~ Girls
~o~ Trouble maker
~x~ Doesn't like change
~o~ Dogs
~x~ Swimming
I Like:
* Music
* Motorcycles
* Girls
* Archery
* Guns
I Dislike:
* Bullying
* Racists
* Spiders
* Church
* Corn Fields
My Style: Goth style; sometimes bright if he's in the mood.
Family: Lives with mother and brother. Father died from a gun accident. Nick got his love for guns from his father.
History: Nick's always had to fend for himself, when he was five he got brutally attacked by a pit bull and has hated dogs ever sine. At age eleven he got interested into guns and now owns his dad's old rifles and automatic. At age thirteen his dad was shooting plates and a gunman purposefully shot his dad, he's been angry ever since. At age fifteen he was allowed amotorcycle and sometimes rides it to school.
Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, Senior or Adult?:
Sophomore
About the Role player
Name: Ghostie.
About me:
*Note: You don't have to write about yourself if you don't want to
Sample RP: I stared at my mother like she was crazy. Was she serious? We're moving again? Damn, I cursed myself, this was the fourth time we had to move. We moved to this spacious two story. At least someone knew how to pick out house, I thought as I snorted to myself, staring at the high school I was to go to. They'll never accept me. I sighed as we passed it. This was going to be one long semester.