Post by patj on Nov 20, 2010 11:10:38 GMT -5
NIKOLASPATRICKMORRIS !
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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: Nik.
age: Seventeen.
gender: Male.
grade: Senior.
sexuality: Heterosexual.
played by: Cory Monteith.[/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]
personality: Nikolas has a child-like personality and clearly hasn't fully outgrown his teenage self. He is cheery and mostly positive about things, to an extent that he doesn't seem serious at all. Perhaps this may be the exact reason why people do not normally take him as some kind of joke.
likes: Humming random tunes, telling jokes that nobody finds funny but himself, hanging around with friends, making goofy faces.
dislikes: Sulky and cautious people, stuck-up pricks and egomaniacs.
strengths: Giving advices, staying by your side.
weaknesses: He can be a little too honest and naive at times.
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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: Shawn Dale Morris
siblings: Mark Keifer Morris, 14
significant other: none.
pets: none.
hometown: New York.[/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 here: none
best way to reach you: PM!
RP sample:
From a very old thread!!
He snagged an ashen bomber jacket and shrugged it on over his green button up shirt and stood up from his seat. The chair had been occupied for hours spent mulling over his essays. Marcellus’ hand slipped into his pocket, drawing out the packet of cigarettes from which he deftly removed a stick. It was thrust loosely between his lips as he turned around to face the doors of the Hufflepuff common room and flung them open. He indulges himself into a quiet meandering exploration of the massive castle, intent on secluding himself. As he rounded a corner, the tall double doors that led to the courtyard finally came within eye-shot. Steadily, he marched up to the doors and with one hand tugged one side open and stepped out.
Immediately he felt his lungs fill with fresh air which was ironic because his intention of coming outside to smoke. As he walked through the expanse of stone steps, eyes of those who were idly hanging around landed on him, particularly to the cigarette hanging off of his lips. Ignoring their glances, his free hand dove into his pocket in search of his wand. Marcellus stuck the end of his wand to the cigarette, muttering a spell to ignite the stick. Hr took a long, confident step towards a lone tree, trailing smoke behind him as he moved forward. The people at the sides had seen his approach, moving apart for him to pass, avoiding the smoke that came from his mouth. Standing directly under the tree, he stuffed his free hand into the pocket of his dark denims, taking a drag on his cigarette and blowing the smoke out slowly, watching it rise gracefully.
Mutters can be heard from the background, both merry and suspicious. It has not left his attention that the crowd has not averted their attention from the billowing smoke, probably not used to seeing such an activity. With another huff, he let half of the smoke pass through his nose, making him look like a wild beast. Although like all other beasts, each one was tamed. His hand rose to his face, the cigarette clamped between his fingers about to take another drag when suddenly something fell on his head. Tapping the cigarette, he placed it back to his mouth and squatted down to pick up the thing that hit him which apparently was a shoe. It was impossible for shoes to have grown on trees and his silly thought was proven true when he heard a thud behind him followed by a stuttering statement. The shoe’s owner which was a Hufflepuff lass was flustered by the happening but Marcellus simply let it by. His outstretched hand held her shoe, “I believe that this is yours?” he said before turning his head away to exhale the smoke. It would be very rude of him to blow it directly infront of her.
He snagged an ashen bomber jacket and shrugged it on over his green button up shirt and stood up from his seat. The chair had been occupied for hours spent mulling over his essays. Marcellus’ hand slipped into his pocket, drawing out the packet of cigarettes from which he deftly removed a stick. It was thrust loosely between his lips as he turned around to face the doors of the Hufflepuff common room and flung them open. He indulges himself into a quiet meandering exploration of the massive castle, intent on secluding himself. As he rounded a corner, the tall double doors that led to the courtyard finally came within eye-shot. Steadily, he marched up to the doors and with one hand tugged one side open and stepped out.
Immediately he felt his lungs fill with fresh air which was ironic because his intention of coming outside to smoke. As he walked through the expanse of stone steps, eyes of those who were idly hanging around landed on him, particularly to the cigarette hanging off of his lips. Ignoring their glances, his free hand dove into his pocket in search of his wand. Marcellus stuck the end of his wand to the cigarette, muttering a spell to ignite the stick. Hr took a long, confident step towards a lone tree, trailing smoke behind him as he moved forward. The people at the sides had seen his approach, moving apart for him to pass, avoiding the smoke that came from his mouth. Standing directly under the tree, he stuffed his free hand into the pocket of his dark denims, taking a drag on his cigarette and blowing the smoke out slowly, watching it rise gracefully.
Mutters can be heard from the background, both merry and suspicious. It has not left his attention that the crowd has not averted their attention from the billowing smoke, probably not used to seeing such an activity. With another huff, he let half of the smoke pass through his nose, making him look like a wild beast. Although like all other beasts, each one was tamed. His hand rose to his face, the cigarette clamped between his fingers about to take another drag when suddenly something fell on his head. Tapping the cigarette, he placed it back to his mouth and squatted down to pick up the thing that hit him which apparently was a shoe. It was impossible for shoes to have grown on trees and his silly thought was proven true when he heard a thud behind him followed by a stuttering statement. The shoe’s owner which was a Hufflepuff lass was flustered by the happening but Marcellus simply let it by. His outstretched hand held her shoe, “I believe that this is yours?” he said before turning his head away to exhale the smoke. It would be very rude of him to blow it directly infront of her.
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