Splaine, Nick

[nick Splaine]

“^{what is your name?}
NICK SPLAINE
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“^{who are you, really?}

YOUR NAME -- Nick
OTHER CHARACTERS -- None
CONTACT INFO -- might be given out upon request. PM me if you want them.

“^{tell me about yourself.}

[/sup][/center] FULL NAME -- Nick Splaine
NICKNAMES --
AGE AND BIRTHDATE -- 16, 1992
GENDER -- Male
YEAR -- 11
SEXUAL ORIENTATION -- Straight // hetrosexual
NATIONALITY -- English
RELIGION -- None
BIRTHPLACE -- London
HOMETOWN -- London
CURRENT RESIDENCE -- On Campus

“^{what do you look like?}

[/sup][/center] HAIR -- Black hair, short, spikey
EYES -- Blue eyes
HEIGHT/WEIGHT -- 6 foot 4 inches - 140 lbs
BODY TYPE -- Muscular
OVERALL HEALTH -- Good besides to a few allergies
OTHER NOTABLE TRAITS -- nah!

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PLAY BY -- Chad-Michael-Murray

“^{how do you perceive yourself?}

[/sup][/center] LIKES --
*Going out
*Keeping fit
*partying
*acting
*Sun
*Alcohol
*holidays

DISLIKES --
*Fake People
*Rain
*Horrible days
*Arguing
*People that get in his way ><
*Smoking
WORST FEAR -- Spiders
BIGGEST SECRET OR REGRET -- Sleeping with his best friends girlfriend
GREATEST AMBITION -- He'd love to star in a show that is known worldwide..or be part of the olympics!
DEFINING QUALITY -- To succeed in everything he does!
IDIOSYNCRASIES --

PERSONALITY

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“^{what about your life?}

[/sup][/center] FAMILY

[/color][/b] -- Rebecca splaine
FATHER -- John Splaine
SIBLINGS -- None ^_^
OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES --
[/ul]BIOGRAPHY

SAMPLE RP

Time flies when you’re having fun. That’s why Chase had been sitting in the living room for an hour, yet it felt to him like four. He had nothing to do on his day off, & didn’t want to ride, for some reason. He needed some excitement in his life & he certainly wasn’t getting it here. He sighed deeply as he looked at the clock again. He stretched out his knobbly fingers and lifted the remote. Hitting the on button, Smash Hits came on. The boy made a gagging noise, and changed over to Kerrang. How he lived without this channel, he did not know. He needed it – his sanity depended on it.

Everything here revolved around horses; so did part of Chase’s life. But the greater part revolved around music. He’d tried to start a conversation with a guy yesterday, about music. The guy had looked at him blankly, & asked whether he should ride bareback round the trails, or do some jumping. That annoyed him greatly. He hit the off button on the remote again, and picked up the notebook in front of him. He looked at his lyrics. God, they weren’t good. Not compared to usually. He had no muse left for song writing. All the riding had worn him down.

Ignoring all of his spelling mistakes in the tunes, he picked up the acoustic guitar sitting on the ground beside him, and started to strum some chords. Nothing in particular. Then he opened his mouth to let out a wonderful sound;

They carved a message deep within
Our broken hearts that failed to mend:
Make out kids never had a chance to be best friends.

And the strumming continued. But why would you want to waste your whole life with horses? Ok, so you love them. He did too, but just….he knew when to draw the line. There’s only a certain amount of love you can show before it becomes a medical condition – obsession.

Hooray for the madness, we are better by design,
Let's hope we'll never have to say goodbye...
Say goodbye.

The strumming got angrier, as if he was mad at something. Nono, he wasn’t mad. Just really annoyed that there was no one sane about the place. Which is kind of mean since he’d only spoke to about four people, and at least one of them seemed nice.

Snowed in sleep over winter break,
thingytails and miniature mistakes,
Lights out, we're covered in each others' warm embrace...

Steph. He liked her, there was no denying it. He wasn’t sure if she felt the same, so he’d keep his options open. But it wasn’t that often he liked girls – he usually preferred guys. They weren’t as awkward. Girls could be complete bxtches as times. Except Evie, of course, she was the exception. He hadn’t spoken to her in ages now. She’d lost contact with him, since he dropped his phone in a horse’s water bucket, and it broke, & he wasn’t able to give her a new number, since she was rarely on IM anymore…

We fail to keep in touch these days,
I'm liquid cold, she's murder grey,
Hollowed by circumstance that pushed us both away.

And the strumming stopped. He was aware of a set of eyes on the back of his head, staring at him. Great.

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[.::franKi lewis::.]