Post by Poe on Jun 29, 2010 20:52:41 GMT -5
[/font][/font][/size][/size]Introducing… NIGELHENDRICK!
Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself…[/blockquote][/center]
Name:
Nigel Hendrick
Nicknames:
Nige (Like a soft G?)
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Where you stand?:
Handsome Eyes
->Follower
Play by:
Adrian Grenier
Nigel Hendrick
Nicknames:
Nige (Like a soft G?)
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Where you stand?:
Handsome Eyes
->Follower
Play by:
Adrian Grenier
I'm a man of wealth and taste...
Appearance:
THREE PARAGRAPHS?! WHOSE BLOODY IDEA WAS THAT?!?!?!! Oh. Right. Mine.
The dark skinned beauty that is Nigel Hendrick has a thick head of dark curly hair that he really refuses to cut until it grows down to his shoulders, and even then he keeps it long. It requires to be pushed out of his face so that his pale eyes can be seen more easily as they glare out from the forest of tangled curls. His cheeks and chin tend to be coated in stubble, though he does shave when it get's too long- having only had that bearded look once and decided he didn't like it. (It reminded him too much of his old man, and he still wants to revel in youth. Not worry about age). He stands at about six foot four inches, with broad shoulders and muscles clinging to his bones. He is not, so to speak, hard on the eyes.
Behind curvy red lips sits a line of beautiful white teeth, teeth that are almost always exposed in a smile when with his friends. Though thick brows can narrow over his intenese eyes and turn his look angry, he generally looks happy. He get's his strong jaw, straight nose, and full lips from his mother. In fact, the only thing he got from his father is his pale blue eyes. He is built well, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, and long legs. His skin is a smooth caramel color that shows off his heritage.
He holds himself with pride- like every wealthy, you-should-be-jealous-of-me, young man should and wears only the finest suits. Even his school uniform is slightly higher end then others, and he has no problem with boasting about it. He knows it is probably the only thing, his clothes, that keep him from being compared to one of those filthy gyps that run around the school campus like the hooligans that they are. It isn't his fault that he tends to have the same dark skin tone as they do- his parents are the ones from the middle east, not his fault, exactly, where whatever god put them. So of course he wears his clothes like they are his everything, if he didn't, he would look just like street scum. And really. A wealthy tradesman's son, cannot have that.
Personality: (At least three or four paragraphs)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Dreams:
Becoming wealthy and rich.
Fufilling life.
What else is there to dream about?
Fears:
Having to marry an ugly woman and having ugly kids (1,2)
Cats and the Dark (3, 4)
Magic (even though it doesn't exist- 5)
THREE PARAGRAPHS?! WHOSE BLOODY IDEA WAS THAT?!?!?!! Oh. Right. Mine.
The dark skinned beauty that is Nigel Hendrick has a thick head of dark curly hair that he really refuses to cut until it grows down to his shoulders, and even then he keeps it long. It requires to be pushed out of his face so that his pale eyes can be seen more easily as they glare out from the forest of tangled curls. His cheeks and chin tend to be coated in stubble, though he does shave when it get's too long- having only had that bearded look once and decided he didn't like it. (It reminded him too much of his old man, and he still wants to revel in youth. Not worry about age). He stands at about six foot four inches, with broad shoulders and muscles clinging to his bones. He is not, so to speak, hard on the eyes.
Behind curvy red lips sits a line of beautiful white teeth, teeth that are almost always exposed in a smile when with his friends. Though thick brows can narrow over his intenese eyes and turn his look angry, he generally looks happy. He get's his strong jaw, straight nose, and full lips from his mother. In fact, the only thing he got from his father is his pale blue eyes. He is built well, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, and long legs. His skin is a smooth caramel color that shows off his heritage.
He holds himself with pride- like every wealthy, you-should-be-jealous-of-me, young man should and wears only the finest suits. Even his school uniform is slightly higher end then others, and he has no problem with boasting about it. He knows it is probably the only thing, his clothes, that keep him from being compared to one of those filthy gyps that run around the school campus like the hooligans that they are. It isn't his fault that he tends to have the same dark skin tone as they do- his parents are the ones from the middle east, not his fault, exactly, where whatever god put them. So of course he wears his clothes like they are his everything, if he didn't, he would look just like street scum. And really. A wealthy tradesman's son, cannot have that.
Personality: (At least three or four paragraphs)
Likes:
- Wealth and money
- Books
- Women (not girls, and there IS a difference)
- Intelligence
- Sweets (they will be his downfall when he is older if he doesn't watch it)
- Water and swimming
- His clique (DID YOU KNOW THAT IF YOU ARE THE LEADER OF A CLIQUE IT IS CALLED A CLAQUE!?!?!?!?!?!)
Dislikes:
- The poor
- Gyps
- The Elite (why do they think that they are so better, anyway?)
- Stupidity
- The cold and Wintertime
- History
- Rain
Dreams:
Becoming wealthy and rich.
Fufilling life.
What else is there to dream about?
Fears:
Having to marry an ugly woman and having ugly kids (1,2)
Cats and the Dark (3, 4)
Magic (even though it doesn't exist- 5)
I've been around for a long, long year...
History:
-doesn't feel like typing this-
BORN on a hot July day in the Middle East somewhere, he lived there with his father and mother until he was about seven years old, and then was removed from the hot, hot heat of that exotic, beauitful, no longer wartorn country, and taken to the rainy, drizzly Europe. He hated it from teh beginning. Too much rain, not enough sun. But he was always tan, which actually tagged him as poor, which pissed him off as a young'in.
But he holds in his contempt for those awful people that think he is a gyp.
He was sent to boarding school at the appropriate age, and immediately fit in well with the Handsome Eyes. Once Kurtis Lowe fell from Power he slid in to make himself Dorian and Dante's new friend. He'd known them sort of well, from childhood, but not much more than that.
In fact, he and Ara Macarthur go way, way, way back. Their parents somehow worked together, and when they went to England on holiday they were put together in a room and expected to play nice. Now, despite their differences of status, he still treats her well.
THE REST OF THE HISTORY IS IN THE MAKING OF HIS ROLE PLAYING LIFE....
The end.
Family:
Family is awesome
From middle east
Dad is a tradesman
Yup.
He inherits it when his daddy dies.
Yayy
Anything you'd like to add?
-doesn't feel like typing this-
BORN on a hot July day in the Middle East somewhere, he lived there with his father and mother until he was about seven years old, and then was removed from the hot, hot heat of that exotic, beauitful, no longer wartorn country, and taken to the rainy, drizzly Europe. He hated it from teh beginning. Too much rain, not enough sun. But he was always tan, which actually tagged him as poor, which pissed him off as a young'in.
But he holds in his contempt for those awful people that think he is a gyp.
He was sent to boarding school at the appropriate age, and immediately fit in well with the Handsome Eyes. Once Kurtis Lowe fell from Power he slid in to make himself Dorian and Dante's new friend. He'd known them sort of well, from childhood, but not much more than that.
In fact, he and Ara Macarthur go way, way, way back. Their parents somehow worked together, and when they went to England on holiday they were put together in a room and expected to play nice. Now, despite their differences of status, he still treats her well.
THE REST OF THE HISTORY IS IN THE MAKING OF HIS ROLE PLAYING LIFE....
The end.
Family:
Family is awesome
From middle east
Dad is a tradesman
Yup.
He inherits it when his daddy dies.
Yayy
Anything you'd like to add?
Hope you guess my name...
Your name:(What you wish us to call you)
Parent of which characters: (Who do you play now?)
Parent of which characters: (Who do you play now?)
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game...
(c) Poe & Realms of Fantasia
Lyrics (c) Guns N' Roses
Do not steal.
It's bad.
