Post by Nelson Harley Blake on Mar 16, 2013 20:55:54 GMT -5
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Name: Nelson Harley Blake
Nicknames: Nel (preferred over given)
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Membergroup: Tourist
Occupation: Visual Art student- VCFA (taking a break)
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- - - - - -the a p p e a r a n c e
[/size]hair & eye color: Dark brown, blue eyes
height: 5'4
weight: 126 lbs
tattoos & piercings: n/a
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- - - - - -the p e r s o n a l i t y
[/size]Likes:
- Video games
- Sleeping
- Horror movies
- Drawing
- Supernatural things
- Nighttime
Dislikes:
- Drama
- Big parties
- Cliches
- Predictable endings (for movies and video games)
- Distractions
- Noisy people
Traits:
- Lazy
- Curious
- Focused
- Unreliable
- Awkward
- Witty
- Competitive
Overview: Nel is a bit distant from most people. She likes to keep herself, but not exactly in a shy way. Her preference is to keep out of people's way and don't get involved with drama and various other complications that come with social interaction. "Off to the side" is her common description of what she is. It doesn't help that even when she's with other people, she's not terribly conversational. Her people skills need some work, and she desperately needs to learn to not end conversations at every question. And not awkward turtle on out of there either. Her few friends (she prefers small numbers of close peers), are exceptions, but they're only a handful out of the countless people out there.
There's also the fact that Nel hates drama. Hates it with a passion, because she has no clue what to do about it. So-and-so cheated on so-and-so with whatshisface, so what? Was she supposed to take sides? If she knew all three involved she probably couldn't. Most of the time when situations like this arise, her common reaction is to run. Not literally, but she'll find some excuse to leave and stay as far away from the trouble until it works itself out. It always does, anyways. In conversations, Nel also tends to switch topics quickly when serious matters come up. Comforting and doing the right thing... aren't really her forte.
To an extent, however, Nel does kind of open up to people she gets to know. Conversations flow a bit better, and they get to see her more prominent "horror fanatic" side. Nel loves horror. As an art student and an avid drawer/sketcher, all of the art she does do is creepy and "scary". Whether it be gore or an imagined creature, or perhaps a sinister twist on an already thought up concept, chances are Nel's sketched it at some point. Sneaking up on people and saying "Boo" if probably her favorite greeting, and she'd use it more often if people wouldn't always give her strange looks. Scaring people who look easily frightened is quite a temptation as well, such as planning to jump out from around the corner or pop up in a horrific mask all of a sudden.
It's also significant to note that Nel's a gamer. She especially loves horror and psychological games, since they're the ones that make you feel scared and on edge like you're actually in danger. The thrill is better than any roller coaster in her opinion. And she's the average swears-at-games type, yelling at the fictional characters as she messes up in controlling them. Or as they die. Either one.
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- - - - - -the h i s t o r y
[/size]Overview: Nel's past couldn't be called the most entertaining. She was born to two loving parents, Caroline and Franklin Blake, and lived her life as an only child in the state of Vermont. Their little family of three was a happy one for the most part, and Nel enjoyed spending time with them no matter what they were doing. In fact, when she got to school and her elementary years, she found she liked being with her family better than other kids. From the very start she was never the most social person. Being around her peers made her feel awkward, and talking with them wasn't the same as around the house. Conversation didn't come as naturally, and it was as if she couldn't fit in with the rest of the kids. It was safe to say her elementary years weren't her best.
By middle school, though, things turned around. Nel was getting better at talking with people, and she found a "group" that she could hang around. Her interactions with even them were limited, but at the very least she didn't spend her junior high days completely alone. And from there, everything was going well; there weren't any major problems with her life. Until drama happened. As teenagers, it was inevitable, and it wasn't even that serious, but nonetheless, Nel didn't like it at all. The members of the group were fighting, and soon enough, they split apart. Truth be told, her only real reason for being with them was to have a place to be at all. She couldn't really take sides because she didn't truly know them, and thus her place to fit in even a bit was taken. Tentatively she was still invited to hang out and sit with a fraction of her former "friends", but it wasn't the same. It was always awkward again, and by the time high school came around, Nel had gradually gravitated away from them too.
Now, however, she was getting used to being on her own. She'd taken to drawing, and when she sketched doodles and pictures, at least then her mind was taken off of everything around her. She got through high school well enough like this, found a small group of artists to mingle with eventually, and soon enough graduated. She ended up getting accepted by VCFA (Vermont College of Fine Arts), and majored in visual art. She was able to build more stable relations with people, and fit in much better amongst the other students than she ever had in her previous years. Currently, Nel's a senior, but she's decided to take the semester off. She needs a break, some time to do something else and have a change of scenery, and thus she decided to go to Florida for the free time she has. With some help from her parents, she was able to get a cheap apartment to live in for a few months, where she currently resides.
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[/size]Name: Sparks
Roleplay Sample: (random post from a site I'm on igotreallylazy)
Alyssa had a lot of hair. And to top it all off, it was wavy and if she didn't put a lot of thought and care into it, who knew what kind of tangled mess she'd walk around with on her head everyday. Something could get lost in it if that happened, she was sure.
But aside from wanting to look her best, which of course was still an important point, the blonde was focusing on her hair because it wasn't worrying about her brother. Her current options on how to spend her time were literally to either brood in her apartment over Kittim or go out and occupy herself. Quite honestly, she'd rather not do the former because no good would come out of that, and she would show some control by waiting until their appointed tea party in a few weeks to see him. So to exhibit this control, she decided was going to buy hair products. Thus out the door she went.
King's Mall was the obvious choice to go shopping. Maybe she'd look at clothes too, take advantage of the opportunity. Malls had everything, right? And this mall was a pretty big one if she wasn't mistaken. But first came hair, since technically she was running low on shampoo and conditioner, and you could never have too much hair spray. Especially with a weave like hers.
As luck would have it, the moment she set foot in the giant building Alyssa spotted hair products in a store. Yeah so maybe it wasn't a high fashioned hair dedicated store, but it was a start. Besides, it was conveniently close so it wouldn't hurt to take a look.
Getting right down to business, the blonde inspected the rows of scented shampoos with their matching conditioners. This was always the hard part. What scent? Fruity? Or maybe coconut... though did that (apparently) "fresh water" one smell any good? Grabbing a bottle, she opened the cap and took a quick sniff. Not too bad, honestly. Maybe she'd actually get these today. Keeping her experimental shampoo in her grasp, Alyssa reached for one more, and completed the sets with two conditioners. Juggling them all in her arms, it wasn't until she was sure she was steady that the violinist be van the search for hairspray. A few bottles were standard, aka absolutely necessary. She could hold that, right? They were pretty small, so she was pretty sure she could.
"Now hair spray... just where would you be..." It took a good few minutes to locate said product. And when she finally did, Alyssa stared at their placement. Dismay showing plain as day on her face, they happened to be right on the top shelves. Could she really reach up and snag them without dropping everything? Glancing to the load in her arms already, the female pursed her lips. Well she might as well try and give it a shot. Rearranging the bottles to stay in the hold of one arm, the girl slowly and cautiously reached her left hand up to where the containers of hairspray were.
And then a conditioner (or maybe it was shampoo she couldn't exactly check) slipped to the floor. The rest of them followed suit not a moment later, and the hollow clatter of the plastic bottles making contact with the ground seemed to echo in the scarcely occupied store. Amber eyes grew wider in shock when the ground wasn't the only thing they hit.
"I am so so sorry!" she exclaimed to the boy whose foot was unfortunately in the path of semi-destructive soap bottles. Getting to her knees right away, she attempted to gather all of her purchases in her arms as quickly as she could. She might have left a bottle or two rolling but she got the majority of them in a timely enough manner. At least she was able to get up in only a few seconds, sparing too much embarrassment. "Though with this stunt... I can't avoid any of the humiliation." She dropped things on someone's foot! Only clumsy actors in comedy shows did that!
Gazing back at the poor victim of her loose grip, "Really, so sorry. I should have been holding onto them more carefully- oh how stupid was I not to put them down beforehand?! That would have been much smarter wouldn't it..." Her last sentence trailed off rather than sounding like an actual question, coming off as an uncertainty than anything.
"Ack- I mean, are you okay?" Why didn't she ask that first?!
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