Post by nick on Nov 7, 2011 18:55:22 GMT -5
NICHOLALYNNEWHITTAKER !
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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: nick and that’s it, don’t you dare call her nicki.
birthday: december twenty-seventh, nineteen ninety-one.
gender: lady.
role: college student.
sexuality: straight.
played by: amanda seyfried.[/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]
nichola stands at five foot seven inches and weighs one hundred and thirty pounds. she’s got an average build, she’s skinny, and curvy enough to get her some attention, but she considers herself below average on the hot body scale. she eats so much for such a small girl and due to her busy schedule and fast metabolism she remains the same weight without any problem. nichola has long naturally blonde hair that reaches to her lower back, and she almost always wears straightened. she’s got wide blue eyes, eyes that would remind most of a cartoon characters, and though she’s very close to twenty-one, her face still holds that childish roundness to it, which make people think she’s much younger than she actually is. she’s pretty, but in a plain jane way rather than the drop dead gorgeous way most aspire to be, and she’s content with her looks, though, although, she could do without the blonde stereotypes that are constantly directed at her, because she’s actually extremely intelligent. her style of dress would be considered casual as she can often be seen wearing jeans and when she does wear dresses or skirts, she’s wearing a pair of flats on her feet with a light jacket or button down t-shirt acting as a jacket. she’s all about little black dresses. though she’s rarely seen with them, on her lazy days, nick wears a pair of black frames over her blue eyes, and when she’s doing some late night cramming, she’s in wearing them with her hair tied back in a messy bun holding a cup of coffee. she’s not exactly into the whole make-up ordeal, so she’s usually wearing some eyeliner, and something pink on her lips, and when she’s in the mood, she’ll put on mascara and blush. her most distinguishing feature would have to be her smiles, yes, smiles. nichola has a couple different ways to smile based on her mood. she has a pleasant smile, no teeth, just a smile, this is what most people usually see, whether they’re on her good side of bad side, though this is usually toward people she’s either just met or isn’t particularly fond of. there’s the “i’m planning something devious,” smile, and lastly, there’s the full out smile, teeth, dimples, bright eyes, everything, and most people don’t get to see this, especially if they’re not on her good side. she usually only deserves the nick smile for her zany yet endearing parents, her adopted little brother, her friends, or if she really likes a guy she’s hanging out with.
personality:
nichola is a real sweetheart. bubbly, optimistic and a little goofy, nick is hopelessly oblivious when it comes to how pretty she really is. young at heart and a bit juvenile at times, nick's extremely energetic and can be enthusiastic when it comes to things she's passionate about. clumsy should really be her middle name due to her habit of tripping over her own two feet and sometimes nothing, but she laughs it off most of the time instead of getting embarrassed.. nick is intelligent, kind and the best sort of friend. she is there for you when you're sad and gives the most amazing hugs. she is funny without knowing it and has a head full of amazing stories. she speaks at a rapid pace all of the time and has a very broad vocabulary, which often shows in the she speaks. she can also be proud and stubborn and hates people telling her she can't do things. she’s opinionated, almost to a fault, where if she doesn’t like something you’re doing, she’ll tell you without hesitating. once nick puts her mind to something, she vows to not give up until it's done. goal-oriented, responsible, and mature, she tries to do her best in everything. she's not very good at hiding emotions, but can hide the DEEPEST DARKEST secrets, even if they're not her own. she's constantly trying to prove herself. though she wouldn’t mind being showered with gifts when she’s in a relationship she likes simple things. showing up at her house un-announced and hanging out watching old movies is just fine with her. though she wouldn’t mind being treated like a princess for a change. she's confident she's the type of girl who won't leave you subtle little hints when she's interested, she's known for just asking people out, although she does like playing hard to get. she's always up for a challenge, and she's most definitely not afraid to get her hands dirty. though she can be professional and mature, nichola loves to laugh and have fun, and when she’s not in class or studying she’s carrying around her t2i camera taking pictures.
likes: laughing, the sun, the beach, coffee, college, her family, community, reading, attractive men, sci-fi movies, comic books, her dad’s store, the smell of rain.
dislikes: stress, smokers, being sick, crying, broken hearts, lies, liars, death, ditzy girls, cold days without snow, stupid people, users, drugs, looking weak, not being able to do things by herself, drugs.
strengths: honesty, writing, studying, leading, getting her way, getting the job she has to do done, cooking, taking pictures, singing, flirting, playing hard to get.
weaknesses: severe allergies, takes a long time to gain her trust, chocolate, attractive men, a challenge, competition, romance.
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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: alexander “alex” james whittaker `` owns his own comic book store `` forty-seven.
siblings: benjamin alexander whittaker `` 12 `` adopted little brother .
significant other (s):none.
pets: none.
hometown: jacksonville, new jersey.[/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]
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RP sample:
it felt as though parker couldn't be as angry as she wanted to be at him. she couldn't muster up enough energy to fight with him anymore, so when he laughed, smiling at her words, she found herself being perfectly capable resisting the urge to roll her big brown eyes at him, and the thought to walk away from him didn't even cross her mind. she simply shot him a look one of as much annoyance as she could feel at the moment, which wasn't much, but it was probably enough for him to see she was still bitter. but she didn't really want to be angry at him right now, did she? sure, he was an ass, but he'd saved her from an even bigger ass, he was right. and sure, he'd stood her up, but he'd never tried to force her into doing something she wasn't comfortable with. compared to alec, lawson was a perfect saint. and there was sosmething else holding her back .... but she didn't dare think it, or she'd be back where she was weeks ago, almost letting herself be charmed by him. she watched as he shrug, not seeming to be insulted at all by her words. she frowned. not exactly the reaction she was going for. he was suppossed to fight back, say something stupid so maybe that anger could come back. where was the asshole she knew and lo- don't you dare, she warned herself. she wasn't about to save love was she? just the very word made her sick to her stomach. love was a touchy subject to parker, and she wasn't one for just throwing it around, and she didn't usually think like that. why the hell had she almost thought that about lawson?
"i'll find someone else," their eyes met and she felt her features soften, the look of boredom and mock annoyance changing to almost a smile. was he talking about what she thought he was talking about? he surely could not have been referencing her? and it had almost sounded genuine. no sarcastic remark afterwards, no smirk, not even a hint of sarcasm. he was definetly drunk, or slightly intoxicated because the lawson she knew most certainly did not say genuinely sweet sounding things, he started them, and didn't finish, then refused to continue what he would say. then just as soon as alec began speaking, that previous lawson stance came back, as he jammed his hands in his pockets and he returned the bored look to his face. she glanced back at alec who looked ten times less relaxed than lawson and almost laughed. did he honestly think seh was going to spend the rest of the night here wih him? no, when she'd said "why don't we get a drink," she'd planned on walking out of the bar after telling alec she had to "go to the ladies room." he'd lost his chance for a date with her trying to fight lawson wasn't going to change her mind.
she pretty much saw the next few second coming. she was going to be moved by something (in this case alec) and he was going to attempt to beat the crap out of lawson, and she was either going to have to watch, or try to stop it. settling with the latter, she watched as lawson stumbled back a few steps slouching over, noting the crowd that had almost made a cirlce around them: a ring if you will, where she was the girl who held the bell in the boxing match. she didn't want to be that girl and she hated boxing .... she opened her mouth to speak, but she nothing came out and she took a hesitant step forward, ready to hold lawson back from hitting alec, knowing he was going to go back in. that was the thing with guys. they constantly had to be macho. they were always handling their problems with their fists. ugh, men she rolled her eys, turning back to the blue eyes boy shooting him a warning look as she watched him rub his jaw and stand to his full height, that stupid self-confident smirk back on his face.
only this time, maybe it wasn't so stupid looking ... there was something really attractive about the whole smirking confident thing after he'd been socked in the face. clearly he wasn't a wimp, or a baby .... he could clearly hold his own stop it! geez, you're trying to break up a fight and you're thinking about him looking hot?! what the hell? she scolded herself. "did you break a nail?" he joked, and she fought the urge to laugh at his joke. what the fuck was wrong with her? she was actually acting like she was kind of interested in him .... she wasn't. she couldn't be. he was molly's older brother for god's sake, and he was four years older than her. there was no way she could ever .... and not t mention he was a player, and so no her type. what the hell was she thinking? "lawson don't," she warned, be he was already swinging by the time she got her words out.
she suppossed maybe his muscles weren't all for show based on the force behind his punch, as alec winced a little, walking back two steps before attempting to go for a hit himself to be hit in the stomach by lawson and then they were down. she'd hated fights. even in high school, when they went on, they made her angry, like she wished she was a line backer so she could pull them apart and beat the crap out of both of them. and because she wans't, she physically couldn't, especially not here. number one she was in a dress, a short one, so getting into a fight where two guys were tackling each other wasn't going to be the best thing, and she was in a pair of heels. it seemed as though alec had the upperhand for the moment, his sobriety being his ultimate thing against lawson, though she was almost sure that lawson was taller than alec, and bigger than him muscle wise. "guys stop it! this isn't going to help anything, you're just going to get into trouble!" she cried agrrivated with not being able to do anything but watch. she glanced up at the crowd around them, then over toward the door, where it looked like a couple of bouncers were starting to notice what was going on as they were moving towards the little fight.
she took a bold step forward, going to try to grab alec's arm tp keep him from hitting lawson again but someone grabbed her shoulders to keep her back, saying something about how she'd get hurt. but at the moment, she didn't care. she just had to stop this stupid fight over her. it wasn't as though either boy was worth it. lawson had hurt her, alec was a tool .... she knew that ... but why no matter what was there one guy whose side she found herself choosing, it almost felt like she was doing this to protect him. she wanted to stop the fight to keep hm from beign hurt but it couldn't be that. she hated him .... at least she thought she did.
"i'll find someone else," their eyes met and she felt her features soften, the look of boredom and mock annoyance changing to almost a smile. was he talking about what she thought he was talking about? he surely could not have been referencing her? and it had almost sounded genuine. no sarcastic remark afterwards, no smirk, not even a hint of sarcasm. he was definetly drunk, or slightly intoxicated because the lawson she knew most certainly did not say genuinely sweet sounding things, he started them, and didn't finish, then refused to continue what he would say. then just as soon as alec began speaking, that previous lawson stance came back, as he jammed his hands in his pockets and he returned the bored look to his face. she glanced back at alec who looked ten times less relaxed than lawson and almost laughed. did he honestly think seh was going to spend the rest of the night here wih him? no, when she'd said "why don't we get a drink," she'd planned on walking out of the bar after telling alec she had to "go to the ladies room." he'd lost his chance for a date with her trying to fight lawson wasn't going to change her mind.
she pretty much saw the next few second coming. she was going to be moved by something (in this case alec) and he was going to attempt to beat the crap out of lawson, and she was either going to have to watch, or try to stop it. settling with the latter, she watched as lawson stumbled back a few steps slouching over, noting the crowd that had almost made a cirlce around them: a ring if you will, where she was the girl who held the bell in the boxing match. she didn't want to be that girl and she hated boxing .... she opened her mouth to speak, but she nothing came out and she took a hesitant step forward, ready to hold lawson back from hitting alec, knowing he was going to go back in. that was the thing with guys. they constantly had to be macho. they were always handling their problems with their fists. ugh, men she rolled her eys, turning back to the blue eyes boy shooting him a warning look as she watched him rub his jaw and stand to his full height, that stupid self-confident smirk back on his face.
only this time, maybe it wasn't so stupid looking ... there was something really attractive about the whole smirking confident thing after he'd been socked in the face. clearly he wasn't a wimp, or a baby .... he could clearly hold his own stop it! geez, you're trying to break up a fight and you're thinking about him looking hot?! what the hell? she scolded herself. "did you break a nail?" he joked, and she fought the urge to laugh at his joke. what the fuck was wrong with her? she was actually acting like she was kind of interested in him .... she wasn't. she couldn't be. he was molly's older brother for god's sake, and he was four years older than her. there was no way she could ever .... and not t mention he was a player, and so no her type. what the hell was she thinking? "lawson don't," she warned, be he was already swinging by the time she got her words out.
she suppossed maybe his muscles weren't all for show based on the force behind his punch, as alec winced a little, walking back two steps before attempting to go for a hit himself to be hit in the stomach by lawson and then they were down. she'd hated fights. even in high school, when they went on, they made her angry, like she wished she was a line backer so she could pull them apart and beat the crap out of both of them. and because she wans't, she physically couldn't, especially not here. number one she was in a dress, a short one, so getting into a fight where two guys were tackling each other wasn't going to be the best thing, and she was in a pair of heels. it seemed as though alec had the upperhand for the moment, his sobriety being his ultimate thing against lawson, though she was almost sure that lawson was taller than alec, and bigger than him muscle wise. "guys stop it! this isn't going to help anything, you're just going to get into trouble!" she cried agrrivated with not being able to do anything but watch. she glanced up at the crowd around them, then over toward the door, where it looked like a couple of bouncers were starting to notice what was going on as they were moving towards the little fight.
she took a bold step forward, going to try to grab alec's arm tp keep him from hitting lawson again but someone grabbed her shoulders to keep her back, saying something about how she'd get hurt. but at the moment, she didn't care. she just had to stop this stupid fight over her. it wasn't as though either boy was worth it. lawson had hurt her, alec was a tool .... she knew that ... but why no matter what was there one guy whose side she found herself choosing, it almost felt like she was doing this to protect him. she wanted to stop the fight to keep hm from beign hurt but it couldn't be that. she hated him .... at least she thought she did.
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