PRINCETON, Eric Nicholas

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...Eric Nicholas Princeton*
*When I find the right girl, I'll know. It'll just hit me. BAM! Like lightening.*

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...basics*

name Eric Nicholas Princeton
nickname Unless you have something else in mind, simply Eric will do
age Eighteen
gender Male
grade Senior at the Franklin Baum Academy
hometown Malibu, California
sexuality Strictly straight
personification Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid
status Dormant and will be hard to convince him otherwise
face claim Kevin Flamme

...appearance*

hair color Chocolate
eye color Blue
build Well built, meaning pleasantly muscular
height Five feet, ten inches
clothing style Crisp in designer clothes
distinctive traits Blue eyes that stare out with a strong intensity

...personal*

personality Many people believe that all rich kids are snobs. Eric has lived with them all his life and he can tell you, many of them are. However, he considers himself one of the exceptions. He’s a really nice guy who enjoys laughing and smiling. He also has learned the importance of good manners making him a true gentleman. But if you mess with his friends or family, he’ll swear to you that you’ll regret it. He wont cuss you out (it’s not classy) but rather settle it with a nice old fashioned fist fight. For the most part, he’s confident in himself and will do anything to get what he sets himself out to do, though his easy going side sometimes fights that other side. He also enjoys anything that gets adrenaline running in his body which gives him his wild, crazy, energetic and fun to be around with personality. He can never say no to a new adventure. He’s a good friend and although he sometimes likes to be alone, friends are a big part of his life.

A couple of Eric’s strengths and weakness are as follows:
Strengths: confidence, charm, determination, loyalty, politeness, appealing
Weaknesses: competitive, irresponsibility, protective, lack of interest at times, dares

School isn’t something Eric’s jumping up and down for. He’s currently a high school senior at Franklin Baum Academy, a school that his parents have sent him to for its “educational excellence”. In terms of ranking, Eric would place himself roughly in the middle though maybe if he tried harder, he could be closer to the top. His state of mind in school: hotel running didn’t require him to learnseveral subjects such as biology. Seriously, when was he ever going to use that in real life? Unless of course, some psychotic freak came in and threatened to bomb the whole place unless Eric correctly told him how carbon dioxide turns into oxygen. In that case, he would be screwed.

After all the suicide that he and other classmates suffer from school, parties are ways to relax. Though he’s not a heavy drinker or drug user, they really come in handy when you just want to forget the world. Although many of them get in the occasional trouble for the behavior from cops (his parents don’t really care), it’s nothing money can’t fix. To be honest, he’s not looking forward to college. Sure, he hears they have awesome parties but that’s not reason enough. His life is basically already planned for him (go to an Ivy League, run the Princeton Hotels, host parties in his expensive house…) and he hates it. Nobody ever asked if he wanted to become an author (he doesn’t thanks) but rather just told him what he’s meant to do. It sucks.

Eric’s most favorite thing to do is go surfing. The ocean has always fascinated him and he can spend hours just staring out his California beach house window watching the waves roll by. It gives his life peace. When he was a little boy, he saw some random guy surfing and because he looked like he was flying, it made him want to try it. The first time he rode a wave, he knew he would be surfing all his life. Back in California, he tried to surf every morning before school and then sometime after. Nothing will keep him from surfing; not even if the water is freezing. He hopes to always live by an ocean where the surf is good. It is his only passion. That, and sailing.

past In the words of his mother: “On August 7th eighteen years ago, your father and I were blessed with a child who would bring an abundance of joy and happiness into our lives; the kind that is only possible through someone extraordinarily special.”

In the words of his father: “The day you were born, I looked at you and knew through pure instinct that there was no one better in the world then my new born son to run the family business. You just had it in you, my boy.”

The point is, Eric Nicholas Princeton, was born on August 7th eighteen years ago to Patrick and Ilse Princeton, young high society Californians. And though they travel quite often to other owned properties for vacation and the occasional family business trip, Malibu has always been their home town. Eric was born, raised and educated in Malibu for the first part of his life before being sent to New York to continue his education there.

You are probably wondering whether Eric is associated in anyway to the luxurious worldwide Princeton Hotels and there is a simple answer to your question; yes. The Princeton Hotels have been in his family for generations and currently, they belong to Eric’s father who has been running them for quite some time. Since Eric is the heir for the hotels, when his father believes it is time to step down from his post, the Princeton Empire will be in Eric’s hands to run and look after; though he doesn’t think that will happen anytime soon for his father is young and healthy and Eric must learn the ways of hotel owning after he graduates high school.

Although it’s always seemed normal to Eric, having the Princeton Hotels in his family has let me live the life that many consider to be privileged. Expensive vehicles, private jets, considerably big yachts and of course, a Malibu beach house with a panoramic view of the ocean that connects to the beach from the backyard (also known as ‘The Palace by the Sea’), is what he has grown up knowing and nothing else. In his home, there are always charity balls that his mother organizes or business cocktail parties that his father holds for his fellow collies. He doesn’t exactly enjoy them all the time (except for the drinks) but he’s grown accustomed to it for it is something that is popular in his society.

Another thing that Eric has grown accustomed to from these parties are proper manners. Being social and using appropriate language with rich business men, being a gentleman especially to women, dressing crisp and always nice with designer clothes, eating food that isn’t exactly delicious only to be polite and other such offenses are all part of the contract. Though being rich isn’t all fame and glamour. He’s not complaining, of course, but he has always wondered what lies beyond the life he lives (please, don’t think he’s mental).

present Although his home town is Malibu, California, Eric now lives New York City. Three years ago when he would soon begin high school, his parents brought up the surprising topic of his departure during a casual dinner conversation; though the end of the conversation was nothing but casual. Eric refused to move from his home and more importantly, the beach and argued that they couldn’t force him to leave. But alas, parents always have the final say. They told Eric that the move was for his own good and would change him from a boy to a man. The independence that he would gain would teach him life lessons and maybe without the beach to distract him so much, he could focus more on his education. A week later, he was on an airplane to New York where he would attend the Franklin Baum Academy and that was that.

For the first couple of weeks, Eric dreaded New York but pretty soon, his hatred faded. When school began, he quickly made friends and climbed back to the top of the social elite. Now, he still misses Malibu but New York has also grown on him. His friends and new life are here and besides, he gets less pressure from his parents this way.

It is only fair to tell you about Eric’s love life. You probably want to hear some long fable about some tragic love, but he has nothing like that to share. Firstly, he just wants to let you know that he only dates girls. He doesn’t roll the other way and he’s sure he never will. Secondly, he is single at the moment. All of the girls that he has ever dated have basically just been flings. There was never anything special about them that made him too into them. That is a part of being rich that he considers bad: sometimes when he dates a girl, he wonders whether she is really into him or is just there for his money. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind dating a poor girl but his parents would go mad. Although they never said it bluntly to him, he knows that it’s expected for him to marry rich. To him, romance is anything honest and disarming. Secretly deep down, he is an old school romantic; though he doesn’t let people know that unless they are in the relationship. He can even quote some Shakespeare, partly because he played Romeo in a grade school play and still has some of the lines memorized. His girl means everything to him, and he hopes he mean the same to her. His idea of a perfect date: taking a ride on a rowboat in a lagoon during sunset. It’s simple, classy and romantic.

family
- Father: Patrick Edward Princeton
- Mother: Ilse Marie Princeton
likes
- Surfing
- Friends
- Parties
- Anything that gets adrenaline running in his body
- Laughing uncontrollably
dislikes
- Rude Jerks
- Fake People
- People who are too into themselves
- People telling me what to do
- School…most of the time
other notes His life would suck without YOU! Message me to form any kind of relationship with Eric; whether he and your character are friends, enemies or lovers. All are welcomed (:

...literature*

book title THe Little Mermaid
backstory Prince Eric is under a lot of pressure. His manservant, Grimsby, and apparently all of the kingdom really wants to see him nicely settled down with a princess, but Eric's not as easily satisfied as they would like. He doesn't fall just for looks or wealth, or land or riches, he wants to meet the one girl he's supposed to be with, and he's sure she's out there somewhere. When Ariel sneaks to the surface to see the fireworks and hear the music, she falls in love with Eric at first sight. During a fierce storm at sea, Eric goes back to the burning ship to save his sheepdog, Max, and in so doing nearly forfeits his own life. Unconscious, he is rescued by Ariel and taken to shore. He catches a glimpse of her and hears her singing before he completely comes to, and she vanishes before he gets a chance to speak with her. Eric is sure this mystery girl who saved him from the raging storm is the girl he's been waiting for, and he vows to find and wed her, despite Grimsby's insistence that he must have imagined her (since, ladies, as he puts it, do not go around rescuing people, and then "vanish into oblivion.").

When Eric encounters a ship's sail-clad Ariel on the beach, he's sure she's the girl he's been looking for, but when he realizes she's mute, he dismisses the idea. Regardless, this new mystery girl was in trouble, so he helped her to the castle. While Ariel stays there, the two of them get to know each other, and before long, Eric starts to feel the attraction grow even stronger to her. Trouble arises when they grow too close and Ursula takes matters into her own tentacles to keep Ariel from making her human transformation permanent, which would blow Ursula's whole undersea coup deal. She transforms into a beautiful but devious young woman named Vanessa, using Ariel's voice, and hypnotizes Eric with her song. Under her spell, Eric insists they marry right away, and it's up to Ariel, Flounder, Scuttle, and Sebastian to stop the wedding and break the spell. Eric realized an instant too late that Ariel is in fact the girl who rescued him (which is convenient, since he was falling for her anyway). In the final confrontation, Eric proves his love and courage by setting out to battle Ursula in a rowboat, and manning a sunken ship, ramming it's jagged tip into her stomach and defeating the sea witch.

...roleplayer*

name Melissa
age seventeen
gender female
rp experience Fort Rose Preparatory, Neopets
how you found ouac Neopets
rp sample Joseph Barnett sat in the extravagantly decorated drawing room surrounded by a bunch of men with cigars in one hand and brandy in the other speaking loudly and slightly drunk about what was going on in politics. They argued with each other on matters that they had opposing opinions on but nothing irrational occurred of course. Joseph just sat rather out of the circle with his brandy and sipped quietly. He was hardly paying attention to what anyone was saying.

How I dislike parties he thought to himself. He would much rather be at home writing poetry about anything then sitting here pretending to have a good time. He politely told his parents that he was fine staying home and that he was rather busy anyways, which was a lie unless you consider writing poetry a busy task, but his father had insisted that he attend and so he couldn’t get out it therefore.

Joseph looked around for a book to read or something to keep him busy so that time would go by faster but he sadly found nothing of that matter. Not even a pen and parchment lay on the tables so that he could write a quick poem of the room he was in. His inspiration would have been how although the room was highly ornate and there were so many men to keep him company, a feeling of loneliness appeared somewhere inside of him. Poetry was literally his life.

And so with the thought of going mad if he stayed in the drawing room any longer, he quietly slipped out and decided that some fresh air was what he needed. Nobody noticed him leave as he headed towards the garden for a walk.

Joseph stepped out of the house and immediately felt better. He stopped right outside the door, closed his eyes and took in a great amount of fresh air through his nose. It smelt much better then the air inside the drawing room due to the fact that it had been filled with smoke. After re-opening his eyes, he started to stroll towards the courtyard. It was a rather warm day and Joseph could hear several birds singing in the trees above him. This would make a rather extraordinary poem he thought to himself. And although he didn’t have a pen and parchment to write in down, he started creating a poem inside his own head with the greatest hope that he would remember it by the time he got home.

Just as he was describing the serene effect of the day, his thoughts were interpreted by several giggles. Slightly startled, he looked around and noticed the women of the party sitting around some tables. All of them had a cup of tea in their hand. One young woman in particular caught his eye. She looked the same age as he was and was very beautiful indeed. The young woman inspected the garden and Joseph had a feeling that she wasn’t enjoying herself very much, just as he hadn’t been. A small voice inside of Joseph told him to go over to her and invite her to take a stroll with him. I’d be doing her a favor by saving her from having to listen to what I’m sure is very boring women talk he told himself. He would have given anything to be saved when he was bored in the drawing room. But then, another voice inside him told him that maybe he shouldn’t. The lady next to her is sure to be her mother and she might think that I’m rude for disrupting their conversation or simply might not want her daughter to be with me at all. Joseph was not exactly a man of matters. Although he did have them, he believed that as a poet one has to be willing to take their chances. So he shouldn’t have any problems with walking over there. Yet, he didn’t seem to be so sure as to what to do. He walked slower while pondering his decision.

It seemed surly impossible to walk at a slower speed then the one Joseph was taking. His mind was still pondering on whether or not to walk over and ask to take the young woman on a stroll or just go about his business. Unfortunately for him, his course of action had to be taken immediately for he was about to be parallel to the young woman and walking back would seem silly. Within that split second, his decision was made; although he still wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do. Joseph stood up as tall as he could, slightly shifted his coat and headed over to where the young woman was sitting. Part of him wanted to turn back and run away but he knew that it was far too late for that. Nervous adrenaline rushed throughout his whole body, yet he tried to hide it with a calm expression on his face. He wished that there hadn’t been so many ladies sitting around for he would be the latest gossip if he were denied. While trying to ignore them all, he walked over to the young woman. And with his most proper and charming voice, he asked her “I beg your pardon. Would you like to take a stroll around the garden?” One of his arms was behind his back while the other was bent, hand open and ready to take her hand if she accepted. He also bent slightly at the waist to form a proper bow. He looked at the young woman and then at her mother. Joseph nervously waited her answer and maybe even her mother’s response.

[BECKET]