Post by Nicky James on Jul 28, 2008 16:39:14 GMT -5
` behind blue eyes
` drop that 808
enhanced strength this includes enhanced strength, speed, reflexes, and agility.
virtually weightless despite his size, he's about weightless. virtually ten or so pounds including clothes and cookies.
photographic memory this is self exlpanitory, right?
teleportation Nicky can teleport to anywhere within a seven mile radius. He can teleport farther, such as anywhere in the world, but only if there's someone there that needs him.[/ul]
family members;;
maria james mother. elf. deceased.[/ul]history;;
mothers death Other than the normal middle school lows, Nicky's life was going well. Until 7th grade rolled around and the news of his mothers cancer became known. She didn't last long. By the time 8th grade was half over, she was dead, and a month later, Nicky was a completely new person. He'd gone from the well mannered little boy that was on the chess team and captain of the debate team to some punk-rock little twat that drank, did every drug he could get his hands on, smoked, and burnt down the school gym in his spare time.
at Winterthorne Coming to Winterthorne, Nicky left his old self behind and completely took on this new persona. Luckily, an old friend of his had become quite the rebel himself. He'd known Ivan back in the old days (though it was briefly) and promptly turned to him for a friend.[/ul]post sample;;[/size][/blockquote]
The bedroom floor came up hard and fast as it collided with Nicky's recently awoken head. No, the world wasn't falling apart he was merely having yet another sleeping episode. You know the kind where you fall out of bed and want to kill the entire human race? Lucky for us all, Nicky didn't have the patience nor the stomach for Genocide. He barely possessed enough patience to make himself breakfast. Well lets face it, he didn't and still doesn't possess enough patience to make breakfast and perhaps even eat it on some occasions.
Lazily he entered the bathroom and angrily eyed the mirror. Looking down he made a half-hearted swipe at his full bottle of Ritalin. Predictably the bottle went crashing to the floor with a horribly familiar rattle sound. You see, spilling his pills all over the floor is how he starts just about every morning. A long sigh is released from Nicky's half opened mouth as he descends to his knees to pick up each pill individually tossing about six into his mouth in between his clean up. Finished, he stood and walked back to his bed. On the foot of his bed rested his jacket and a town to hell pair of ravaged jeans. He slipped the jeans over his boney hips and threw on an old t-shirt. The jacket went on last as his then sits at the edge of his bed,carefully tying his shoes on. He could not help but smile as he finished. Running a finger of the soles of the shoes he stood and walked to the door. Opening it he walked outside grimacing at the thin ray of sun through the clouds. "Another glorious morning." He announced to no one with obvious sarcasm as he continued his march.
name;; evan, or skunk.
age;; one trillion and--fuck it, i'm lazy. a lot of seconds. sixteen.
experience;; i really don't know. a long ass time.
time zone;; california!
password;; GONE! AHAAHAH.
` drop that 808
name;; Nicky Joshua James[/u] includes the basic senses (sight, smell, hearing, taste).
nicknames;; Nicky, Nicky, and, uhm, Nicky.
age;; sixteen.
date of birth;; september 21st.
species;; mixed race, elf and demon.
year;; sophomore.
sexual orientation;; bi-curious.
occupation;; student
face claim;; BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG
general appearance;; The first words to mind when seeing Nicky would be: short, skinny, punk. Although he is about average height, he often appears shorter. His sports a dark brown hair, the most boring hair color to date,kept short and spiked above his face coupled with foul expressions. Very little muscle can be found on his body, though he is plenty of use in a fight, when he isn't getting stoned. Blue eyes, yet another feature Nicky hates, is ironically one of the traits he has also been blessed with! His clothing is tattered and usually deceptively warm. Two small burn marks are on each of his palms. As he hates poorly made shoes, his shoes are often custom or at least modified, and even more often of the Converse variety.
general personality;; Since the unfortunate loss of his mother, Nicky has become an emotion wreck. Usually taking to shutting himself down from the world outside around him. Besides simply pretending not to have emotions he often disguises his sadness with playful shenanigans. When first talking with him, you would assume he wants nothing to do with you. When in reality its the exact opposite. He desperately wants to reach out for human contact but is afraid he will inconvenience others or lead himself to more heartache. His main vice is anything sweet, which he will usually be munching on. In a good mood its still hard to notice as he will try to contain himself, when hes happy he may slip in a non morbid joke or two.
likes;;dislikes;;
fears;;
quirks;;
secrets;;
magyck;;
enhanced strength this includes enhanced strength, speed, reflexes, and agility.
virtually weightless despite his size, he's about weightless. virtually ten or so pounds including clothes and cookies.
photographic memory this is self exlpanitory, right?
teleportation Nicky can teleport to anywhere within a seven mile radius. He can teleport farther, such as anywhere in the world, but only if there's someone there that needs him.[/ul]
family members;;
maria james mother. elf. deceased.[/ul]history;;
mothers death Other than the normal middle school lows, Nicky's life was going well. Until 7th grade rolled around and the news of his mothers cancer became known. She didn't last long. By the time 8th grade was half over, she was dead, and a month later, Nicky was a completely new person. He'd gone from the well mannered little boy that was on the chess team and captain of the debate team to some punk-rock little twat that drank, did every drug he could get his hands on, smoked, and burnt down the school gym in his spare time.
at Winterthorne Coming to Winterthorne, Nicky left his old self behind and completely took on this new persona. Luckily, an old friend of his had become quite the rebel himself. He'd known Ivan back in the old days (though it was briefly) and promptly turned to him for a friend.[/ul]post sample;;[/size][/blockquote]
The bedroom floor came up hard and fast as it collided with Nicky's recently awoken head. No, the world wasn't falling apart he was merely having yet another sleeping episode. You know the kind where you fall out of bed and want to kill the entire human race? Lucky for us all, Nicky didn't have the patience nor the stomach for Genocide. He barely possessed enough patience to make himself breakfast. Well lets face it, he didn't and still doesn't possess enough patience to make breakfast and perhaps even eat it on some occasions.
Lazily he entered the bathroom and angrily eyed the mirror. Looking down he made a half-hearted swipe at his full bottle of Ritalin. Predictably the bottle went crashing to the floor with a horribly familiar rattle sound. You see, spilling his pills all over the floor is how he starts just about every morning. A long sigh is released from Nicky's half opened mouth as he descends to his knees to pick up each pill individually tossing about six into his mouth in between his clean up. Finished, he stood and walked back to his bed. On the foot of his bed rested his jacket and a town to hell pair of ravaged jeans. He slipped the jeans over his boney hips and threw on an old t-shirt. The jacket went on last as his then sits at the edge of his bed,carefully tying his shoes on. He could not help but smile as he finished. Running a finger of the soles of the shoes he stood and walked to the door. Opening it he walked outside grimacing at the thin ray of sun through the clouds. "Another glorious morning." He announced to no one with obvious sarcasm as he continued his march.
