Post by augustnixon on Oct 14, 2011 21:06:07 GMT -5
AUGUSTCIANNIXON !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: none, really.
birthday: 17 august, 1995.
gender: male.
grade: tenth; sophomore year.
sexuality: completely homosexual.
played by: kyler krunk.[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
the sophomore's definitely never been the physical type; without speaking, it would be rather hard to communicate to a teammate across a field, so, naturally, august has never been on a sports team. therefore, he's on the skinny (underweight) side, with very little muscles to his name. the only physical thing he's really good at is running because of his slender build.
personality: being mute since the age of eight, august is obviously not a loud or outgoing person. he tends to keep to himself, never starting conversations (using ASL on his part) with his peers. even when it's someone approaching him and trying to initiate something, august will usually reply with one or two words and try to get away as quick as possible. shy and reserved are definitely the best words one could use to describe the boy.
he's also fairly fragile. that means that whenever someone makes the tiniest negative comment to him, he'll usually start to tear up. his emotions are completelyout of whack, so any snide remark will have him upset for days on end.
since he's not too well off with getting to know people or making friends, august spends most of his time alone, either cooped up in his room or wandering the streets of the local neighborhoods. books, his ipod, and his beloved dog are basically his best friends - and he's perfectly alright with that.
likes: indie music, animals, books, playing the piano, cinnamon candies, dreaming, keeping to himself, the color blue, sappy movies.
dislikes: bright lights, hospitals, cafeteria food, the color purple, horror movies, history class, having his picture taken, heights, when people stare at him.
strengths: he excels in math class, running, playing the piano.
weaknesses: his inability to speak, his overall shyness, focusing in history class, he cries easily.
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: jackson harvey nixon.
siblings: none.
significant other (s): none at the moment (after all, it isn't exactly easy finding someone else who understands sign language).
pets: a two-year old beagle named amelia; she stays in the family house.
hometown: augusta, maine (which explains why he's so pale).[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
other characters in jackson: none yet.
best way to reach you: pm or cbox.
Sample:
"love.." the one-syllable word was drawn out, seeming loud in the rather large room. the only person currently in the dorm room -the one who had spoken the small word, the one word that held so much meaning- was seated on the edge of the bed, one of his legs crossed on top of the other. he was staring intently down at his left wrist, where he had just drawn a miniscule heart with a fine-point sharpie pen. a soft smile was playing at his lips, though his brow was creased in concentration as he tried to make sure his little drawing was perfectly proportional. satisfied, the sophomore placed the tip of the pen back against his flesh, starting to draw a heart right next to the first one, making them both completely identical in size and shape. "happiness," he said aloud, pulling the marker away from his arm, looking over the two marks. he bit down on his bottom lip, contemplating his next action with a deadly seriousness. after a moment, he moved the black ink pen back to his wrist, drawing a third and final heart. "music," the brunette finally declared out loud, feeling satisfied with his last word. with a wide smile now on his face, nikolas leaned down and blew over the marked area of skin, attempting to dry the ink quicker. capping the pen, he tossed it to the head of his bed, watching as it landed on one of the pillows before glancing back at his fake-tattooed arm.
there was no reason behind his simple action, really. he'd just felt the need to express the three things he held most dear to him.. and draw a heart for each one of them on his wrist to symbolize them. the love was most important, naturally. it showed how much he cared about his friends, his family, and -most importantly, of course!- his boyfriend. then there was the music, which was probably the only thing that kept nikolas sane. without it, he'd have likely driven himself and others around him crazy. finally, there was happiness - almost as high up on nik's list as love. it was one thing nikolas was determined to always have in his life, no matter what was going on around him. he was a fighter, that was for sure; whenever life had its lows, nikolas was never one to give up and grow into a depression. maybe he was sad for a while, sure, but he never let anything completely destroy him. he always managed to get over unfortunate events: one of his close friends dying in a car accident in middle school; his boyfriends, past and present, cheating on him; the horrible night that had taken place in the dark alley. he'd already gotten over the first incident, and was putting the third event to the back of his mind. meanwhile, he was also well on his way to forgiving aaron, his boyfriend, for cheating on him with a girl.
before nikolas could even frown over the not-so-great memory, his ears were met with the sound of a door opening. looking up, nikolas saw his boyfriend standing in the doorway of their room. his face instantly lit up and he got to his feet, making his way over to aaron, prepared to pull him into a huge hug. he stopped, however, when the older boy spoke first, "i, uh, i got you something. yeah. these, um, yeah, they’re for you." for a moment the smaller boy was a little confused, as he hadn't yet seen what the gift was. but then aaron held out a bouquet of red roses towards him and nikolas felt the widest smile possible stretch across his face. roses were his favorite flowers. glancing over the petals, the shorter boy felt his eyes start to cloud up with tears. the roses were perfect; they were beautiful and fresh and he was sure they smelled lovely. with a watery smile, nikolas reached out and gingerly took the dozen (or however many) roses from aaron, leaning down to smell them. he had been right in his earlier thoughts, naturally; the flowers smelled wonderful.
nikolas looked back up to his boyfriend after a minute, feeling the first few tears sneak their way out of the corners of his eyes. he was still smiling, though. leaning up on his tippy-toes, the boy pressed a lingering kiss to the edge of aaron's mouth, murmuring a soft "thank you." the gift had been a total surprise, and nikolas had never suspected his boyfriend had a single romantic bone in his body - but now, well, he seemed to have been proven wrong. and he was perfectly fine with that.
there was no reason behind his simple action, really. he'd just felt the need to express the three things he held most dear to him.. and draw a heart for each one of them on his wrist to symbolize them. the love was most important, naturally. it showed how much he cared about his friends, his family, and -most importantly, of course!- his boyfriend. then there was the music, which was probably the only thing that kept nikolas sane. without it, he'd have likely driven himself and others around him crazy. finally, there was happiness - almost as high up on nik's list as love. it was one thing nikolas was determined to always have in his life, no matter what was going on around him. he was a fighter, that was for sure; whenever life had its lows, nikolas was never one to give up and grow into a depression. maybe he was sad for a while, sure, but he never let anything completely destroy him. he always managed to get over unfortunate events: one of his close friends dying in a car accident in middle school; his boyfriends, past and present, cheating on him; the horrible night that had taken place in the dark alley. he'd already gotten over the first incident, and was putting the third event to the back of his mind. meanwhile, he was also well on his way to forgiving aaron, his boyfriend, for cheating on him with a girl.
before nikolas could even frown over the not-so-great memory, his ears were met with the sound of a door opening. looking up, nikolas saw his boyfriend standing in the doorway of their room. his face instantly lit up and he got to his feet, making his way over to aaron, prepared to pull him into a huge hug. he stopped, however, when the older boy spoke first, "i, uh, i got you something. yeah. these, um, yeah, they’re for you." for a moment the smaller boy was a little confused, as he hadn't yet seen what the gift was. but then aaron held out a bouquet of red roses towards him and nikolas felt the widest smile possible stretch across his face. roses were his favorite flowers. glancing over the petals, the shorter boy felt his eyes start to cloud up with tears. the roses were perfect; they were beautiful and fresh and he was sure they smelled lovely. with a watery smile, nikolas reached out and gingerly took the dozen (or however many) roses from aaron, leaning down to smell them. he had been right in his earlier thoughts, naturally; the flowers smelled wonderful.
nikolas looked back up to his boyfriend after a minute, feeling the first few tears sneak their way out of the corners of his eyes. he was still smiling, though. leaning up on his tippy-toes, the boy pressed a lingering kiss to the edge of aaron's mouth, murmuring a soft "thank you." the gift had been a total surprise, and nikolas had never suspected his boyfriend had a single romantic bone in his body - but now, well, he seemed to have been proven wrong. and he was perfectly fine with that.
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