Post by BRAXTON NIBS on Mar 27, 2010 15:36:24 GMT -5
...braxton nigel nibs*
*"I wish he were a white rat." *
[/size]*"I wish he were a white rat." *
...basics*
name braxton nibs
nickname brax; nibs
age seventeen
gender male
grade junior
hometown bedford, texas
sexuality straight
personification nibs
...appearance*
hair colorlight brown, usually messy. He doesn't do anything to stlye it like some guys do - it's just natural. And the girls like it messy.
eye color green eyes,
build nibs is athletic but not too muscular
height 6'2"
clothing style some say he looks the perfect balance between completely put together and mess. However, as far as clothes go, he really doesn't have a particular style that he goes for, just whatever is comfortable.If there's one thing to mention about his clothes, it's that they are all the right size. Also, he likes to dress up at the same time as dressing down; (like casual friday but less business formal.) basically, the only thing that he keeps messy is his hair.
distinctive traits
001) a million dollar smile, that's nib's gift to others. He's always smiling and brightens up every room he's in. He figures, he can't get into any trouble while smiling.
002) those eyes, that look sleepy and wide-awake at the same time. His eyes aren't anything special, but they certainly show a side of himself that he tries to hide the best he can - being vulnerable.
003) on the back of his neck is a small diagonal scar that he's had since childhood. While playing "cops and robbers," his cousin was chasing after him with a pair of scissors in his hands when he let it go - flying into nib's neck.
004) nibs has very small wrists for a guy and isn't too found of showing them off, so he keeps his hands buried into his jeans pockets.
...personal*
personality
001) debonair: chipper; lively; self-confident air; a sophisticated gentleman
Nibs - his second, his brother, his best friend - has all the qualities that peter didn't wish to possess himself. That�s why it made him the perfect partner - the best wing man, the right hand man � you could say. It's true that nibs was made to be the supporting-man and that he could never be the leader, like peter; and he prefers to be in a position where not all the attention is on him.
002) loyal: steadfast in allegiance; a true-hearted soldier; fast friends
Simply? Nibs is an artsy little son-of-a-gun. He loves to doodle and draw, act on stage as a raging thespian, and put his impressive vernacular into every day conversations. His mom teases him about his artsy-fartsy hobbies, saying he's thiiiis close to cutting his ear off.
003) clever: cunning; resourceful; wittily; nimble with hands or body; sharp
Besides his artistic side, nibs is a tad affectionate. He likes physical contact � a lot � which puts off some when he first meets people. He tends to get over the top, showy and loud. His redeeming qualities include being able to stand up for what he believes in and for other people. He also is a good listener, especially if you happen to be talking about something remotely close to what he�s interested in.
004) ostentatious: excessively showy; consequence of being pompous; puffed with vanity
Nibs is over-protective and extremely loyal. He is always willing to give his friends a helping hand and always up for a good adenture. He loves thrills and adrenaline rushes. Also, he tends to have a huge ego � which he uses to keep him in good shape and causes a lot of trouble � but can be rather charming in a strange way as well. Clever and cheeky as hell, Nibs is sweet talking gentleman that likes to 'put on airs' for a laugh, but since he's always acting -being the good thespian that he is - people believe he's just bourgeoisie.
005) courteous: politeness; gracious; obliging civility; condescension
past
Lillian Cassandra Carnegie was born and bred from good southern stock out of old, powerful money. Her father Kent Sinclair Carnegie pretty much ruled the state of Georgia because of his wealth and seat in politics.
She was given everything she ever needed and was expected to live up to certain ideals concerning the Carnegie name. However, they didn't figure Lucas Renee Cale, a rough boy from the wrong side of the tracks, into the equation. They missed the fact that a poor boy's love can go a long way, and forbidden love is always the sweetest and most desperate.
Lillian became pregnant during the height of Kent's campaign for senator and the the family name and his career had to be protected. She was quickly married to a young lawyer, Charles Middleton Nibs, who was the son of a wealthy land-owner in Mississippi.
To keep her affair quiet, they moved to Texas - a long distance from where Luke Cale could cause any more trouble or easily follow them - and they paid said vagabond, Cale, to keep his distance and trap shut.
present
Braxton Nigel Nibs was born a healthy seven lbs. baby boy wish bursting cries as the doctor slapped his behind, on March 19, 1992 to happy parents Ray and Lilly Nibs.
Growing up under his grandfather's influence and doting, expensive gifts, Braxton was a happy little tyke just like any other kid in West Goshen suburb. Ray taught him how to ride a bike, shoot squirells with a small pellet-gun, and play the piano. Lilly taught her son the importance of a smile and manners. He loved his parents very much.
He had no clue that Ray wasn't his biological father and the exsistence of a 'Luke Cale' meant nothing to him; until one day in his sixteenth year. He found a stack of unopened envelopes with an address from South Carolina by a Lucas R. Cale and his curiosity got the best of him.
The rug was pulled out from under him, you could say. His mom had messed up, and he was born, and neither family can see him as part of them. He was very shocked to find out that the father who raised him, is not his real father... And after much prying and digging into the past he found out his real biological father is dead.
Due to all this new knowledge, he has to live with the fact he was "the mistake" in his (real) parents' relationship and more than likely the reason his biological father left (he still hasn't found out the real story about why Lucas didn't marry his mom.) Lilly and Ray, deciding that Braxton needed a more structured life - and to keep him away from hurting his mother even more deeply by bringing her true love back to life - sent him to Baum Academy in New York.
family
Mother: Lillian C. Nibs - (Cale) /35/ Massage therapist
Step-father: Charles (Ray) M. Nibs/ 44/ Lawyer
Biological father: Lucas (Luke) R. Cale/37- deceased/
Artist
likes
001) MUSIC; "Jeff Buckley is my all time favorite. Band of Horses is another favorite."
002) 70's SLASHER FILMS
003) PLAYING THE DRUMS & GUITAR
004) BRUCE WILLIS; "He was always my hero as I was growing up."
005) THE OUTDOORS
006) LEARNING ABOUT OTHER CULTURES
007) SWIMMING BUCK-NAKED
008) PLAYING/MAKING UP GAMES
009) GAMBLING; "It's only a small addiction though, right?"
dislikes
001) ARTIFICIAL CHERRY FLAVORED ANYTHING; "It tastes like cough medicine.. So disgusting."
002) HANGOVERS; "Papa don't preach..."
003) AWKWARD PAUSES; -crickets chip- " 'So..! What about that weather?' --- Yeah, they drive me insane."
004) ARGUING
005) BEING THE CENTER OF ATTENTION
006) WHEN PEOPLE IGNORE HIS IDEAS
007) LOUD, OBNOXIOUS PEOPLE
008) BEING ALONE/NOT HAVING A FRIEND WITH HIM
009) WHEN THINGS ARE OUT OF PLACE
010) WHEN PEOPLE WON'T TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY
secrets
001) PETRIFIED OF NEEDLES; "You're going to stick me with WHAT?!"
002) NEEDS READING GLASSES
003) HAS AN UNDIAGNOSED CASE OF ADHD; "It's mainly the 'H' part really.."
004) HAS READ THE DICTIONARY FROM COVER TO COVER
005) INTENSE OCD PROBLEMS
006) RAN OVER HIS NEIGHBOR'S CAT; "It was an accident - I just got my driver's permit - and they still don't know I killed Frank."
007) WAS RAISED A STRICT CHRISTIAN; "Money and status weren't things that were important in my house."
008) COLLECTS FOREIGN PAINTINGS AND TRIBAL VASES
...literature*
book title peter pan
back story nibs is "second in command" to peter and has a sense of authority about him. He is described as happy, joyful, and debonair. He is possibly the bravest lost boy. He is chased by wolves in chapter five, and tattles on slightly in chapter ten. He says the only thing he remembers about his mother is that she always wanted a check-book; he says he would love to give her one. He grows up to work in an office.
...roleplayer*
name kara
age seventeen
gender female
rp experience nine months
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rp sample
Gregory Goyle would protest to anyone and everyone that it wasn’t a nightmare that had kept him awake last night – he simply did not have nightmares because he wasn't afraid of anything.
It was slightly more difficult to defend himself the following morning. When the rest of Slytherin House came down before breakfast, they found the Slytherin sitting upright in an armchair by the fire, still fast asleep – but he was Gregory Goyle, and with his reputation on the line he was much too proud to confess what really happened. Some dimwit had broken the window by his bed, Gregory explained grumpily, so last night’s rain kept falling onto his pillow and forced him down to the Common Room. This excuse was undermined slightly by the fact that his window was not broken and his bed was completely dry (and that any in his year ought to know how to magically fix a window by now), but no one questioned it – or, rather, no one cared. If Gregory Goyle wanted to go fall asleep on a chair, that was his business, and they knew better to think otherwise lest they wanted a good thrashing. That was one of the more tolerable traits of Slytherins; when not trying to boss others around, they kept to themselves.
There did not seem to be anything overly suspicious about the event, at least not on the surface; the notion that Gregory Goyle had awoken after a nightmare and found the dormitories too intolerable reached the top notch of hilarity. But reality was reality: it was indeed him that snapped awake around two in the morning with beads of sweet gathering on his forehead with an abrupt gasp of breath to match. It was also him who, after a moment or two of complete, pitch-black silence, hurled himself out of his bed and down to the Common Room by the fire (and by the light).
So it happened: the Goyle heir had fallen asleep – rather unintentionally – on a chair just as dawn began to break. The kink in his neck was particularly intolerable in the morning and remained an insufferable nuisance throughout the length of the day. Malfoy would be looking for him, Greg knew but didn't really care as he pulled off his crinkled shirt for a fresh one. He sulked through breakfast, shoved over a few scared first years (which helped his mood a little bit he supposed), and reckoned he just was too tired go to Potions.
Gregory bartered that his first class of the day could wait just a little while. Skipping the first ten minutes -- twenty, even -- was acceptable. He would get there recognizably late and stumper up some half-baked excuse. Whatever fabrication he may choose, it would hardly pass for the truth and he'd get into some form of trouble regardless. Most of the teachers disliked Gregory because of his fowl attutide and non-exsistence homework, but yet they each felt sorry for him in a way. It wasn't his fault that he had always been a bit slow, or that his old man would beat him on the skull with empty whiskey bottles if he accidentaly wrote his name wrong. Gregory has dislexia -- something his father never knew or accepted in his only son. Homework seeming impossible for Greg with his dislexia because he would beat himself up over every time he wrote something backwards even now, he decidedly worked to not do any school work so no one could make fun of his remedial efforts.
Ten minutes became thirty and thirty became an hour. Gregory had finally gained the resolution to leave the Slytherin Common Room’s couch just as the final lesson ceased. With one hand rubbing the base of his neck, he operated with the blurred, slow-motion eccentricities of someone who had just stirred from a thoroughly distasteful slumber. His fellow Slytherins watched him with raised eyebrows as he entered Transfiguration – "We told Slughorn you were real sick but we’re not sure he believed us…" – but that was the extent of their comments. Gregory was not in a talkative mood. Anyone, even the dumbest of the dumb, could see that; his expressions were always remarkably readable, especially when he was not trying to conceal anything. His terrible mood was visible everywhere – in his slightly furrowed eyebrows, the downward curl of his lips, the tension in his muscles – and it was a remarkable repellent. When Goyle was in a foul mood, students knew it was best to avoid him, which was almost natural since he was already intimidating the way it was.
The entire painful and tired day was endured in relative silence and with, Gregory noted to himself, extreme restraint on his part. If anyone else had access into his mind, they would have realized the fact that he did not go on a rampage quite remarkable. The first-years who could not utter coherent sentences in his presence were no longer funny – their faintheartedness was irritating; the portraits, normally a constant source of amusement, sounded more brassy than entertaining (he felt the distinct urge to light a portrait of some lady in a tower on fire – her singing was horrendous); and even the candles, with all their stupid flickering, began to anger him.
It wasn’t as if Gregory made avoiding him hard after the school day ended. He set off on his own after the last class period, demanding no one’s presence but his own. His bookbag was, for the first time in quite awhile, absolutely full with homework from both the current day along with the day before. (Procrastination had always been a reoccurring issue.) The Ravenclaw he normally conned into doing most of his homework was curiously absent from the library when Gregory sought him out – avoiding him upon hearing of a foul mood, no doubt.
With his last hope of wiggling his way out of his homework having gone down the drain, Gregory’s chosen place to do his homework was a rather quiet section of the Hogwarts lawn off by the greenhouses. He had dropped his bookbag on the ground with all the enthusiasm of a criminal laying his head on the gallows; he sat down with a similarly gaunt resolution. He was sore, he was tired – and he wanted nothing to do with his schoolwork.
So what did he do?
Procrastinate, of course.
