Post by NATE DILLINGHAM on Apr 6, 2012 22:35:57 GMT -5
...Nathan Joseph Dillingham*
*Please God, make him think I am still pretty.*
[/size]*Please God, make him think I am still pretty.*
...basics*
name Nathan Joseph Dillingham (nee Scott)
nickname Nate
age 26
gender Male
grade N/A (Works as a hairdresser)
hometown Grand Rapids, Michigan
sexuality Homosexual. Has been happily married to Johnny Dillingham for one month
personification Della from The Gift of the Magi
status DORMANT
face claim Zac Efron
...appearance*
hair color
Honey brown, and very rich
eye color
Blue. Bright and rich, some might say.
build
Well built, although he’s not a gym junkie or anything. Skinny, compared to Johnny. He runs, he lifts, he doesn’t eat 12 hamburgers in one sitting.
height
Five feet, eight inches. Yes, he’s short for a guy.
clothing style
…Clean? He’s capable of matching, knows how to dress himself, but he’s not flamboyant or anything. Flannels, button downs, snug fitting jeans that aren’t too tight. You know. He’s gay. Whatever.
distinctive traits
He has fantastic hair, as well as incredibly nice teeth. Also worth noting is his laugh, which although quiet, has an odd way of carrying throughout a room.
...personal*
personality
It’s never been Nate’s way to think things through. That isn’t to say he’s crass or blunt or rude or even daft—he just isn’t one to ponder the potential consequences of his actions. Generally laid back in demeanor, Nate has a quiet way about him that takes a few beers (and only a few—he’s never been much of a drinker) to really shake off. Although good natured at most points in the day, he’s relatively shy, offering most people nothing more than a smile, nod, expected “Hello, how are you?” and obligatory shake of the hand as way of greeting. Conversation with him isn’t awkward so much as it is short. He’s not one for small talk. Of course, that can make things at work a bit odd, but he’s found that most customers like it, actually, when you’re not constantly yaking away while holding scissors centimeters from their scalp. With Johnny he’s obviously more talkative, although loud would certainly be an exaggeration. Nate has a quiet sort of wit, the kind that generally takes a few blinks and enough time for those he’s been speaking to to walk away before they fully understand that his deadpan tone was in fact not serious at all.
That being said, Nate’s never been much of a people pleaser. He came out at a young age, and from then on pretty much figured that at least half the people in the world were probably going to disapprove of him, so he might as well just embrace the truth. Again, he isn’t loud about it. Never having been one to snap comebacks at those who mocked him as a high schooler, he carried that trait out through his young adult years, and now finds himself giving a simple smile, nod, and shrug whenever someone decides to make a quip about him. He is who is and doesn’t see why there should be any need to hide it, and never has. But then, New York City is sort of the perfect place for embracing all that.
Of course, with Johnny, it’s a whole different story. Though the two went to high school together, it wasn’t until after graduation that they began dating and eventually getting married. Now, all adolescent squabbles aside, Nate would do anything for his husband. He’s his best friend, the one person in the world he trusts above all others, and he thinks possibly the only person apart from his mother and sister that he’d die for. Perhaps it’s dramatic. Maybe it’s just another way of saying Nate’s in love. Deeply. Granted, he has his secrets. Johnny’s tougher than he is—he always has been. Therefore, Nate sometimes feels like he needs to man up himself a bit. He doesn’t complain when things go wrong, and didn’t even bother going to the doctor before their honeymoon when he began feeling a bit off, deciding it wasn’t worth the inevitable all-clear. Besides, he didn’t want to upset Johnny even if something was wrong. The whole thing meant too much to him.
Nate has a fiercely protective streak, and would do anything in his power to keep the people he loves most safe from harm, whether physical or emotional. With his sister Sam, it’s being there to talk to her when she needs someone closer than a friend who isn’t a parent, or maintaining a decently protective-while-not-overbearing stance whenever she introduces boys to the family at gatherings. With Johnny, it’s listening, convincing him to open up about whatever happens to be bothering him before he explodes or panics or generally causes some manner of stir. Nate isn’t one for trouble. It makes him uneasy. Always, he’d rather ignore problems than face them, particularly when harm may come to Johnny.
past
When Nathan Scott was four years old and wearing nothing more than a pair of Superman underwear, he ran up to his mother and proclaimed with childish confidence that he would one day like to open up the world’s first and greatest double-decker sweet shop bus. He’d buy “one of those red ones,” he said, and paint it with white stripes so it looked like a peppermint. Then on the inside, there would be shelves. Shelves for toffees, shelves for gum and Jolly Ranchers and chocolate and brownies, too, if he could attach a moving kitchen onto the top of the bus for a third story. The rant lasted just a under three minutes before his mother cut him off with a smile, lifting him up onto the kitchen counter so he could see exactly how brownies were made for this expedition later in life.
Nate never opened a sweet shop of any kind, double-decker or otherwise. In fact, that particular dream ended just about a week after he came up with it, and was soon replaced by another, and another and another, and so it went on as he grew older, each idea more extravagant than the next. He was never shot down, however. Never by his parents. His teachers, on occasion, would point out the fact that perhaps it was slightly improbable for an ice cream van to sell any ice cream on the moon, but Nate was rather good at simply nodding and ignoring the opinions of others. He was a child, and children dreamed of silly things. One day, he dreamed of a sister, and that at least came true.
Samantha was born when Nate was eight years old, just three months away from turning nine. He didn’t want a brother, he said, because too many boys made for fights, and he’d always liked the girls at recess better, anyway. He watched her diligently as she grew, and played with her constantly when he got home from school and on the weekends; Nathan didn’t have very many friends, growing up. What started out as just him being an odd boy began to show as something more, the older her got. Something apparently “weird” and “gross,” though he wasn’t quite sure what was so odd about his playing house with the girls at recess instead of football with the boys. He just didn’t like getting his jeans dirty, was all. As he got older, Nate began to realize that maybe it was a bit more than that, and maybe he really was weird, like the other boys all said. He did want to hang out with them, though, he realized as he got older. Just not how they wanted to hang out with him.
Officially, Nate came out his senior year of high school, though everyone knew he was gay long before then. High school was hell. There really was no way around it; Nate was bullied both verbally and physically, and no amount of acceptance at home could possibly have made the school days any easier. He met Johnny one night during such a “fag” hunt. Having already been humiliated throughout the school day, Nate was honestly slightly surprised when he found himself almost surrounded in the parking lot after a football game by what was essentially the entire starting lineup. It went as most of such instances went. Slurs were tossed around, which Nate, only a sophomore at the time, had become an expert at lowering his head to and shrugging off. He hoped, each time someone threw one at him, that doing so would be enough, and they would get bored and walk away. It never happened. Still, he never threw a punch back. He thought he might have been saved that particular night when a senior boy protested the beating, but of course, he thought too soon. Nate knew the boy’s name—Johnny Dillingham. He was a football player, of course, though he’d never been one to initiate things. From his position curled up on the hard ground of the school parking lot, Nate looked up at the boy and then squeezed his eyes shut, knowing exactly what sort of kick was coming next.
He never complained about the beatings. He didn’t plot revenge. He went through high school quietly, gaining a few more friends as he grew older, but never becoming a part of the “popular” crowd, which was perfectly fine with him. Theater kids were fun, too, in their own right, even if everyone knew he sucked at acting.
After Nate graduated from high school, he went on not to a typical four-year college, but to beauty school, pursuing the latest and longest and by far most practical dream he’d come up with of being a hair dresser. Just a bit after he graduated, still living at home with his parents and sister, Nate was in the middle of a late-night grocery run (Sam was craving cookies and he, being a good older brother, had volunteered for the task of retrieving Oreos for his sister) when he found himself standing face-to-face with none other than Johnny Dillingham, the boy who’d kicked him in the school parking lot all those years ago. For a few moments, Nate looked very much like a deer, staring down death in the form of headlights. The following few minutes, however, proved well worth not running. Long story short, it turned out Johnny was gay, too. And he had meant to apologize for the things he did back in high school. Nate didn’t mind. Being the forgiving sort and never having resented him much in the first place, he even exchanged numbers with him, offering to go out for a coffee sometime.
What followed was nothing more or less than a romance, culminating in an ultimatum made by none other than Nate himself. His cousin had emailed him, asking if he’d be willing to move in with her in New York and help her out with some rough stuff she’d been going through. He said yes instantly and left Johnny with a choice: tell his family about him, or leave. Nate had already come out to his parents and sister long ago and told them about Johnny when the time came, so he didn’t see what the problem was, really, though he certainly understood the nervousness that went along with speaking the words.
present
In the end, Johnny did what Nate asked. They left for the city together, moving in easily with his cousin and each finding work relatively quickly. Nate set up shop at a little salon while Johnny took a position as a waiter at a small restaurant. In all, everything went wonderfully smoothly. Eventually, the two even got their very own apartment, moving out of Nate’s cousin’s place.
When gay marriage was legalized in New York, Johnny proposed, and Nate accepted immediately, without second thought. Even had they never been allowed to tie the knot, there was no doubt in Nate’s mind that Johnny was the person who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He didn’t even mind when Johnny decided it would be a good idea to blow virtually all their savings on a honeymoon to Australia, backpacking across the continent. They loved each other, after all, and were both young and healthy and going to spend the rest of their lives together. It wasn’t as though anything would go wrong, and anyway, Nate’s never been happier.
family
Michael Scott, father, 50, accountant
Ellen Scott, mother, 49, elementary school teacher
Samantha Scott, sister, 18, freshman at Indiana Wesleyan
likes
- Johnny. Obviously.
- His job. So, maybe he could have gone ahead and done something that earned a bigger salary. He likes what he does.
- Chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies, but only the homemade sort.
- New York City. It’s infinitely better than Grand Rapids could ever dream to be.
- Cherry Twizzlers.
- Kids. He’s always been good with them, and now that he’s old enough and married, he kind of…well, he’d really like one of his own.
- Music, although only listening. He’s a fan of the ukulele, although he can’t play to save his life.
- Sammy. They’re fairly close, even with the age difference.
- His hair. Maybe it’s a little vain, but…it’s allowed, right?
dislikes
- Heavy metal or any of that really loud stuff the people in his old apartment building were so fond of blasting.
- Strawberry Twizzlers. They don’t taste right.
- Being completely barefoot, unless of course at the beach. Whenever he’s at home though, he always has socks on.
- Judgmental people. Although really, who likes them?
- Whining. The very specific teenage girl kind. It just…grates. Constantly.
- When Johnny is in a bad mood. Again, fairly obvious.
- His mother after too much eggnog at Christmas time. He’s twenty-six and still embarrassed by it.
- Hate. Or, rather, ignorance. Definitely not limited to society’s feelings on homosexuality.
- Being a lightweight. He’s not really a huge fan of alcohol, but still, it’d be nice to be able to have more than two beers without feeling a little off, now and then.
- How much he dislikes confrontation. It’s really a bit pathetic, he has to admit.
other notes TEXT HERE
...literature*
book title TEXT HERE
backstory A BRIEF SUMMARY OF YOUR CANON'S PART IN THE STORY. ONE-TWO PARAPGRAPH
...roleplayer*
name Scout
age Fuck
gender Bitches
rp experience Get
how you found ouac Money
rp sample lol, no.
