Post by binal09 on Nov 3, 2009 16:57:33 GMT -5
Behind the Screen:
Name or Alias: Binal
RP Experience: a year
Time Zone or Country/State you live in: CT
Name or Alias: Binal
RP Experience: a year
Time Zone or Country/State you live in: CT
Supermassive Image:
PB: cristiano ronaldo
Description:
He has short dark brown hair that he stubbornly trims every month despite how quickly it grows back. He thinks that whole “guys with ponytails” look is really retro, not to mention ridiculous, and he doesn’t want to be a part of it. However, the best it usually gets is just below his eyes, so that his trim is always sort of blocking his vision. But he doesn’t mind that kinda long, you know? At least it’s a guy-cut. Yes. He’s very stubborn about preserving his masculinity and normalcy. Leave the poor kid alone. In his wolf form, Nick has the same slightly shaggy brown hair of medium length that ripples over his canine muscles. The hair's a little softer than what you’d typically associate with wolves, owing to the natural softness of his hair in human form. Yes, girls play with his hair. As long as they don’t braid it, he’s pretty alright with that. Most of the time, anyway. Like when his brothers weren’t around to grin stupidly at him.
He's very clean shaven, believe it or not. I know, it's really funny to think of a werewolf with a face as smooth as a baby's bottom, but facial hair kinda makes him twitch. Are you gonna try and say that scruffy beards and handlebar moustaches don't like, remind you of weird old hobos or something? Well, they do Nick. His clothes, though, are a different matter. He's usually got dirt or oil on his hands; physical labor and working in a friend's car garage calm him down and help him think
Nick always looks annoyed. It's like, his permanent state of being or whatever. His coping method, if you want to go so far as to call it that. His rick brown eyes are always very dark and brooding, and usually narrowed in a glare, stare, or other expression that would not exactly be considered friendly. He's not a skilled liar at all, despite what he'd like to believe, and when he's angry you know it. When he's hurt, or offended, you know it. And on the rare occasion that he's in a good mood, you're going to know it. And then he'll be back to brooding because he's in denial that he can ever actually have a good time. See? He's not all that complicated to figure out; he's like a wounded puppy who's determined to believe that everyone's against him. But he'll outgrow it, kinda like how puppies usually outgrow wetting themselves whenever they get too excited.
He has a very serious, if not grumpy look about him. He rarely actually smiles, and you’d probably actually have to tackle him to the ground and tickle him till he pees for that to happen. But then he’s more likely make sure he's standing right next to you during the full moon, rip you to shreds, and then laugh, so um... Yea, don’t do that. He has a habit of taking life way more seriously than he needs to, which is reflected in his stubbornly set square jaw and dark brown eyes. The corners of his lips are always just slightly pulled down in a frown, though even he doesn’t always know exactly why. Maybe Mom’s got a point when she says your face can freeze if you make a face too much, yea?
His pride, if you don’t want to call it outright arrogance, can be seen in his generally proper posture. Of course, like any other teenage boy he can be a sloppy pig and lounge so that somehow he’s taking up the entire couch and draping over the edge onto the floor, but when he’s in the “zone”, the back is all straight and proper and he’s much more likely to glare daggers at you than smile or suggest anything sort of a little bit possibly encouraging. He’s just, you know, Mr. “I wanna be a badass”. You know the type. From helping his dad with yard work from a relatively young age, as it was one thing that his brothers never wanted any part of and therefor could get him an hour of privacy easily, he has relatively toned muscles, which are reflected in his wolf form.
Nicholas generally has a very relaxed fashion sense. Jeans and tee-shirts are the norm, along with a leather jacket he has fallen in love with even though he doesn’t really need it anymore. He’s had it for two years, and doesn't plan on getting rid of it. Ever. He wears it rain or shine, summer or winter... except when he's told he's gotta patrol, or something that will end with him ruining whatever he's wearing at the time. His jeans usually have holes in them, particularly at the knees, because he does a lot of spending time outside and rarely letting his mother drag him to a store to buy more. Honestly, he goes through clothes like nobody’s business. A girl would probably be raving jealous of how many times in six months he has no choice but to go grab some cheap whatevers. He doesn’t put a lot into getting ready. As long as it smells pretty clean and doesn’t have an obvious stain on the front, he’s good to go. And as a result, he likes to let himself sleep in till the last minute.
Nick's got a pretty laid back style, both appearance-wise and in mannerisms. His quirks are apparent in his care put into shaving, despite the neglectful state of his clothes and messy hair. One look at him, and it's not that hard to determine his personality: lazy, but hard working once he decides a job is worth doing. But you can tell he won't do it without a really loud argument either; his eyes are a warning to just step off and leave him the hell alone, and some might argue that his face seems to be frozen into a permenantly cynical frown. But really, Nick doesn't care what he looks like. He doesn't dress to impress, and all I can say is that it's a good thing he never bothered trying to barge his way into an office building for a job, or whatever. I mean, he certainly doesn't dress to impress. It's comfort, convenience, and preference. What you want is way down low on the bottom rung of his "give a shit list".
Supermassive Star:
Name: Nicholas Nathaniel Bellmay
Nickname(s): Nick, Nate, Bell, just about anything.
Species: Wolf
Age: Physical Age- 18 and Technical Age- 20
Birthday: April 3, 2018
Current Residence: La Push
Class/Grade: graduated from HS
Background/History:
Nicholas Bellmay was born in the month of April, the third of all boys. His oldest brother, Jordan, was 5 at the age of his birth. The middle child, Derek, was 3. They grew up in a fairly typical family on the reservation, although his mother was technically not part of the tribe. Their father was, though, and so they remained. They went to school with the other Quilette children, played games on the beach and went to bonfires for the hell of it. For the most part, all three brothers were rather close...as far as boys go. Of all of them, Nicholas was always more of the loner, but he still considered his brothers to be his best friends. Even if by the time he was five they already drove him insane on a regular basis.
The differences between the boys was very pronounced rather early on in life. Nicholas had always been a quieter baby, not as clingy or loud as the other two were. And he didn’t like physical contact, although the other two thrived on the attention and having the spotlight. He was just as content to sit by himself with his own toys as he was to follow his brothers into the yard, where they played every little boy’s favorite game of super hero to spies to pirates... you know, the whole nine yards. They went to the junkyard and goofed off when they were old enough to roam without their parents demanding they had supervision. Besides, by the time Nicholas had turned ten, Jordan was fifteen. He was old enough to keep an eye on his younger brothers, right?
Derek was the first one to “change”. Jordan got out of it, the lucky bastard. To this day, Nicholas can’t figure out why. Of course, he knows the whole story. Kinda hard, with two brothers involved in the mess. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Anyways, Derek changed just before Nicholas’s fifteenth birthday. He didn’t get it at first. Like, at all. Why his brother was acting so weird all of a sudden. The cold shoulder, the shrugging off even Jordan, whom he had idolized as long as Nicholas could remember. Of course Nicholas would think something was up. But he didn’t have to wait very long for an explanation. Looking back, Nicholas thinks that Derek handled it way better than he did. But whatever. Only a few months after Derek started acting weird... it happened to him. Got in a fight at school, lost his temper and ran off campus. Of course, good thing it was the end of the day. Of course, he skipped more than that.
He’d been running towards the beach. Just wanted to hear the sound of the ocean waves, and to feel the wind in his hair to calm him down, you know? The sound of ocean waves is a very classic relaxing agent. But he didn’t make it that far before he found his body was shaking. And soon enough, he was running on all fours. That terrified him. He can never find exactly the words to describe that first run. It wasn’t exhilarating, as much as his brother thinks it was. He had been absolutely horrified to see paws where hands should be, and a snout where he could barely see his nose before. And... All these things that were just wrong!
And worse, he couldn’t seem to phase back. The voices in his head did not help, mind you, when they realized he was there. They only made him want to run more, try to leave them all behind. It took him nearly a month before he could calm himself down enough to phase back, where the pack promptly cornered him and explained the whole thing. And all the while there was Derek, grinning like a dork despite the worry in his eyes that said quite plainly that he thought his brother had lost his sanity.
Which, you know, he was pretty sure he had. He tried snubbing the pack for a while, returning to his old life with the hope that he wouldn't be needed. Wanted. Cared about by the rest of the pack. But it didn't work like that. Sometimes one of the guys would approach him, or Derek would ask him where he'd been. He started trying to spend less time at home to avoid him, but even that didn't work very much. Of course, if you were fifteen and just realized you could turn into basically what was in essence a giant dog, you'd be kinda freaking too. So our dear leader-Alpha allowed him his little "try to ignore and adjust" period.
But apparently he took too long. And that was when he got his first little dose of "Alpha beams", which he so not-amusingly calls them whenever the Alpha presses his power. He tried ignore a summon. And you know, that just doesn't fly. He lasted a little while, because he wasn't in wolf form at the moment, but...you know, eventually everyone gives in to the order, and he showed up with his tail between his legs even though he glared angrily. He didn't say anything, but they could all hear the resentment in his thoughts while he walked the patrol shift through the trees.
Since then, his attitude hasn't changed all that much. To hell with the vampires, and their sickly sweet stench. To hell with the girl and her daughter that Jake was so freakishly attached to. Well, to be honest, the whole Imprinting thing scares the hell out of him. He doesn't like the idea of being so dependent on any one person. It nauseates him just thinking about it, so...you know, he doesn't. And he wishes the rest of them would see sense and stop trying to be all "noble", getting in all over their heads like they were by consorting with the leeches. He was one of the few who was still reluctant to so much as talk on the phone with them, never mind visit. He kept to the tree line whenever he had to go that way, never talking. That was all he needed, one more person being able to read thoughts that were supposed to be his and his alone.
Personality:
AVERAGE: Before he was Changed, Nicholas had always been, you know, typical. He didn’t stand out as either an obvious loner or anything special like the resident rebel. He didn’t have a spotlight shining on him, and he liked it that way. He liked lounging around stuffing his face on a Saturday, hanging around town when it wasn’t raining (or sometimes when it was) or playing baseball with some kids around the neighborhood. He didn’t have a lot of friends, but he had a decent amount. Enough where he could hop from social circle to social circle if he got bored with the daily routines. That kinda cut back since he got bitten, though. Feeling like there was a light shining on him, separating him from the rest, made him feel uncomfortable around some of the people he’d known for a lot of his life. He lived in a world of denial and secrecy. So why not act like it, right? He always did take things a little too literally. The boy was a master at creating drama, whether he admitted to it or not.
BLUNT: If "Tact" and "subtlety" are genetically inherited, then those traits were sunning the day that Nick took a dip in the family gene pool. Whether you're a three year old little girl with Mary Janes and a lollipop, or the Minister of Magic himself, he's going to be just as subtle. And, when I say "just as", I'm comparing Nick's subtlety to an eight wheeler careening down the interstate at ninety five miles per hour with broken breaks and the high beams on. He's bad at sugarcoating, and so he doesn't try. "Breaking things gently" just isn't a phrase in Nick's vocabulary. He figures, the truth isn't pretty. It can nip, it can sting, or it can hurt like a chest wound, and it's not going to change because you happen to say it with a smile and a whole lot of pretty words that don't mean a damned thing.
INDEPENDENT: His family may have a point when they say his only real problem with being a wolf is that he doesn’t always get to call the shots. Nicholas has always been rather independent, not quite taking the lead in everything but not liking the role of following either. He likes being his own person; he enjoys the fact that no matter what he says, what he does, it's his decision. And it's this thirst for independence that makes him hate this Alpha calling the shots crap, with such unwavering ferocity.When the Alpha calls the shits, he has no control over his body, his thoughts, his actions, or his decisions, and he. Can't. Stand. It. He refuses to talk about it to anyone, and often disappears after missions, somewhere away from people, somewhere alone. Because he has control over where he is, if nothing else, and he can't stand that it's the best he can do. But as it is, even if he goes along with the plan, he's going to bitch and grumble about it the entire time.
INTELLIGENT: He’s very shrewd. Very witty, and clever. The kid’s got book smarts, even if his common sense may appear to be lacking from time to time. He’s always been in the top ten percent of his class throughout school, though he doesn’t generally boast his intelligence unless he thinks the people surrounding him are idiots. But he’s very good at planning and coming up with strategies. Oh yes, he was a dork who liked playing chess for a while. Shush. Smart people will own your corporate-world-loving-arses one day, remember that! But as that logical thinker (just ‘cause it makes no sense to the rest of you lot, doesn’t mean it isn’t logical) comes into play, be a little afraid. Because he doesn’t usually plug morales and emotions into the whole “point A to point B” coding. Someone usually has to nudge him and be like “Yo, dude”...and even then, you’re gonna have to help him come up with a “morally sound plan” after he gets his mind set on what he’s sure is the only way to get things done. And yes, that is way easier said than done. Good luck!
LOYAL: But if you manage to stick with him through all the grumbling and the obnoxiously stubborn streak he’s got going on, and if you can put up with all that without wanting to puke on his totally worn out trainers just to piss him off (...again, don’t try that), he can actually be a pretty loyal guy. if you become someone he’d actually consider his “friend” instead of just a casual acquaintance to hang out with just to blow the time, you might find that temper of his might be pretty beneficial. Because he’s pretty good at not blowing up at his friends. He usually manages to reserve that for people he doesn’t like, which means he’s more likely to throw a punch (or three) for you instead of at you. Which, by the way, I assure you is a good thing. You do not want an angry werewolf going off on you, whether he likes being a wolfy or not.
MANNER-IMPAIRED: Or at least, that's what most people think after talking to him. Here's the thing, though. He has manners. He just thinks they're stupid, and a waste of time, and therefor doesn't bother. In his opinion, there's a huge difference, and whether or not you agree is absolutely none of his concern. Indeed, he probably couldn't care less even if he tried. He's been call rude, crude, crass, abrasive, disrespectful... and you know what? It all may be true, and Nick doesn't see how that's any concern of his. Politeness takes time that he doesn't care to waste, political correctness is an oxymoron of the worst calliber, and if you can't handle somebody being in your face, then you obviously have more issues than Nick does. Get a backbone, why don't you, instead of crying in the corner because a guy rolled his eyes and called you a spineless worm. And respect, he believes, is something to be earned. And frankly, it's not as easy as smiling and shaking hands. Just because your his senior, doesn't mean he give's a rat's ass whether he offends you or not, and he expects the same in return. People who respect others without it being earned he views as naive fools who don't deserve respect.
RECKLESS: I dunno, maybe you're one of those people who throws all teenage boys into this category, but it's as true for Nick as it is for countless of other teenage boys. But it's not that he thinks he's invincible... It's simply that Nick doesn't actually think about it at all. He's the act-react kind of guy, the one who acts instinctively, or reflexively rather, instead of logically working through the problem. And he'll stubbornly keep hacking away at the problem until it's widdled down into a harmless stick that will crush if he steps on it... unless the stick fights back. But when he actually pulls his head out of his ass long enough to realize that the world isn't just various shades of brown, he's actually not that bad with strategizing. The trick is making him slow down a minute until it dawns on him.The kid’s got book smarts, even if his common sense may appear to be lacking from time to time. Oh yes, he was a dork who liked playing chess for a while. Shush. Smart people will own your corporate-world-loving-arses one day, remember that! But as that logical thinker (just ‘cause it makes no sense to the rest of you lot, doesn’t mean it isn’t logical) comes into play, be a little afraid. Because he doesn’t usually plug morales and emotions into the whole “point A to point B” coding. Someone usually has to nudge him and be like “Yo, dude”...and even then, you’re gonna have to help him come up with a “morally sound plan” after he gets his mind set on what he’s sure is the only way to get things done. And yes, that is way easier said than done. Good luck!
STUBBORN: If he were color blind (which, coincidentally, he is with those really subtle shades that all look the same to him, but that's besides the point), and he decided that a pile of dog feces were black, he would argue that till his face turned blue and you turned red and he fell over and died from holding his breath and refusing to let up on the matter, wheher it was brown or not. Once Nick makes up his mind, god bless you if you're going to attempt to change it. Because, seriously, I highly doubt that you're going to succeed. He may know he's wrong. He may know that there are a million and two sources that will tell him without a doubt that he is the biggest idiot in the country, and he's still going to argue with you. Why? Because he can. And because he's a miserable, ornary bastard who needs something else to do than gripe and glare at walls all day. People are way more fun to glare at and argue with; they glare and argue back even if it's like they're talking to a wall themselves.
Family/Coven/Pack:
Damen Bellmay - father
Christy Bellmay - mother
Derek Bellmay - brother
Jordan Bellmay - brother
Delilah Knightly - aunt
Likes:
Running
Photography
Reading
A Challenge
Sunlight
Beach
Surfing
Sports
Keeping To Himself
Music
Laughing
Food
Dislikes:
Vampires Smell
Scars
Cats
Loud People
Impoliteness
Nuts
Bananas
Illogical Things
Myths
Special Ability: (If any; For Vampires ONLY!!)
S.A. Limits: (If any)
Name: Nicholas Nathaniel Bellmay
Nickname(s): Nick, Nate, Bell, just about anything.
Species: Wolf
Age: Physical Age- 18 and Technical Age- 20
Birthday: April 3, 2018
Current Residence: La Push
Class/Grade: graduated from HS
Background/History:
Nicholas Bellmay was born in the month of April, the third of all boys. His oldest brother, Jordan, was 5 at the age of his birth. The middle child, Derek, was 3. They grew up in a fairly typical family on the reservation, although his mother was technically not part of the tribe. Their father was, though, and so they remained. They went to school with the other Quilette children, played games on the beach and went to bonfires for the hell of it. For the most part, all three brothers were rather close...as far as boys go. Of all of them, Nicholas was always more of the loner, but he still considered his brothers to be his best friends. Even if by the time he was five they already drove him insane on a regular basis.
The differences between the boys was very pronounced rather early on in life. Nicholas had always been a quieter baby, not as clingy or loud as the other two were. And he didn’t like physical contact, although the other two thrived on the attention and having the spotlight. He was just as content to sit by himself with his own toys as he was to follow his brothers into the yard, where they played every little boy’s favorite game of super hero to spies to pirates... you know, the whole nine yards. They went to the junkyard and goofed off when they were old enough to roam without their parents demanding they had supervision. Besides, by the time Nicholas had turned ten, Jordan was fifteen. He was old enough to keep an eye on his younger brothers, right?
Derek was the first one to “change”. Jordan got out of it, the lucky bastard. To this day, Nicholas can’t figure out why. Of course, he knows the whole story. Kinda hard, with two brothers involved in the mess. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Anyways, Derek changed just before Nicholas’s fifteenth birthday. He didn’t get it at first. Like, at all. Why his brother was acting so weird all of a sudden. The cold shoulder, the shrugging off even Jordan, whom he had idolized as long as Nicholas could remember. Of course Nicholas would think something was up. But he didn’t have to wait very long for an explanation. Looking back, Nicholas thinks that Derek handled it way better than he did. But whatever. Only a few months after Derek started acting weird... it happened to him. Got in a fight at school, lost his temper and ran off campus. Of course, good thing it was the end of the day. Of course, he skipped more than that.
He’d been running towards the beach. Just wanted to hear the sound of the ocean waves, and to feel the wind in his hair to calm him down, you know? The sound of ocean waves is a very classic relaxing agent. But he didn’t make it that far before he found his body was shaking. And soon enough, he was running on all fours. That terrified him. He can never find exactly the words to describe that first run. It wasn’t exhilarating, as much as his brother thinks it was. He had been absolutely horrified to see paws where hands should be, and a snout where he could barely see his nose before. And... All these things that were just wrong!
And worse, he couldn’t seem to phase back. The voices in his head did not help, mind you, when they realized he was there. They only made him want to run more, try to leave them all behind. It took him nearly a month before he could calm himself down enough to phase back, where the pack promptly cornered him and explained the whole thing. And all the while there was Derek, grinning like a dork despite the worry in his eyes that said quite plainly that he thought his brother had lost his sanity.
Which, you know, he was pretty sure he had. He tried snubbing the pack for a while, returning to his old life with the hope that he wouldn't be needed. Wanted. Cared about by the rest of the pack. But it didn't work like that. Sometimes one of the guys would approach him, or Derek would ask him where he'd been. He started trying to spend less time at home to avoid him, but even that didn't work very much. Of course, if you were fifteen and just realized you could turn into basically what was in essence a giant dog, you'd be kinda freaking too. So our dear leader-Alpha allowed him his little "try to ignore and adjust" period.
But apparently he took too long. And that was when he got his first little dose of "Alpha beams", which he so not-amusingly calls them whenever the Alpha presses his power. He tried ignore a summon. And you know, that just doesn't fly. He lasted a little while, because he wasn't in wolf form at the moment, but...you know, eventually everyone gives in to the order, and he showed up with his tail between his legs even though he glared angrily. He didn't say anything, but they could all hear the resentment in his thoughts while he walked the patrol shift through the trees.
Since then, his attitude hasn't changed all that much. To hell with the vampires, and their sickly sweet stench. To hell with the girl and her daughter that Jake was so freakishly attached to. Well, to be honest, the whole Imprinting thing scares the hell out of him. He doesn't like the idea of being so dependent on any one person. It nauseates him just thinking about it, so...you know, he doesn't. And he wishes the rest of them would see sense and stop trying to be all "noble", getting in all over their heads like they were by consorting with the leeches. He was one of the few who was still reluctant to so much as talk on the phone with them, never mind visit. He kept to the tree line whenever he had to go that way, never talking. That was all he needed, one more person being able to read thoughts that were supposed to be his and his alone.
Personality:
AVERAGE: Before he was Changed, Nicholas had always been, you know, typical. He didn’t stand out as either an obvious loner or anything special like the resident rebel. He didn’t have a spotlight shining on him, and he liked it that way. He liked lounging around stuffing his face on a Saturday, hanging around town when it wasn’t raining (or sometimes when it was) or playing baseball with some kids around the neighborhood. He didn’t have a lot of friends, but he had a decent amount. Enough where he could hop from social circle to social circle if he got bored with the daily routines. That kinda cut back since he got bitten, though. Feeling like there was a light shining on him, separating him from the rest, made him feel uncomfortable around some of the people he’d known for a lot of his life. He lived in a world of denial and secrecy. So why not act like it, right? He always did take things a little too literally. The boy was a master at creating drama, whether he admitted to it or not.
BLUNT: If "Tact" and "subtlety" are genetically inherited, then those traits were sunning the day that Nick took a dip in the family gene pool. Whether you're a three year old little girl with Mary Janes and a lollipop, or the Minister of Magic himself, he's going to be just as subtle. And, when I say "just as", I'm comparing Nick's subtlety to an eight wheeler careening down the interstate at ninety five miles per hour with broken breaks and the high beams on. He's bad at sugarcoating, and so he doesn't try. "Breaking things gently" just isn't a phrase in Nick's vocabulary. He figures, the truth isn't pretty. It can nip, it can sting, or it can hurt like a chest wound, and it's not going to change because you happen to say it with a smile and a whole lot of pretty words that don't mean a damned thing.
INDEPENDENT: His family may have a point when they say his only real problem with being a wolf is that he doesn’t always get to call the shots. Nicholas has always been rather independent, not quite taking the lead in everything but not liking the role of following either. He likes being his own person; he enjoys the fact that no matter what he says, what he does, it's his decision. And it's this thirst for independence that makes him hate this Alpha calling the shots crap, with such unwavering ferocity.When the Alpha calls the shits, he has no control over his body, his thoughts, his actions, or his decisions, and he. Can't. Stand. It. He refuses to talk about it to anyone, and often disappears after missions, somewhere away from people, somewhere alone. Because he has control over where he is, if nothing else, and he can't stand that it's the best he can do. But as it is, even if he goes along with the plan, he's going to bitch and grumble about it the entire time.
INTELLIGENT: He’s very shrewd. Very witty, and clever. The kid’s got book smarts, even if his common sense may appear to be lacking from time to time. He’s always been in the top ten percent of his class throughout school, though he doesn’t generally boast his intelligence unless he thinks the people surrounding him are idiots. But he’s very good at planning and coming up with strategies. Oh yes, he was a dork who liked playing chess for a while. Shush. Smart people will own your corporate-world-loving-arses one day, remember that! But as that logical thinker (just ‘cause it makes no sense to the rest of you lot, doesn’t mean it isn’t logical) comes into play, be a little afraid. Because he doesn’t usually plug morales and emotions into the whole “point A to point B” coding. Someone usually has to nudge him and be like “Yo, dude”...and even then, you’re gonna have to help him come up with a “morally sound plan” after he gets his mind set on what he’s sure is the only way to get things done. And yes, that is way easier said than done. Good luck!
LOYAL: But if you manage to stick with him through all the grumbling and the obnoxiously stubborn streak he’s got going on, and if you can put up with all that without wanting to puke on his totally worn out trainers just to piss him off (...again, don’t try that), he can actually be a pretty loyal guy. if you become someone he’d actually consider his “friend” instead of just a casual acquaintance to hang out with just to blow the time, you might find that temper of his might be pretty beneficial. Because he’s pretty good at not blowing up at his friends. He usually manages to reserve that for people he doesn’t like, which means he’s more likely to throw a punch (or three) for you instead of at you. Which, by the way, I assure you is a good thing. You do not want an angry werewolf going off on you, whether he likes being a wolfy or not.
MANNER-IMPAIRED: Or at least, that's what most people think after talking to him. Here's the thing, though. He has manners. He just thinks they're stupid, and a waste of time, and therefor doesn't bother. In his opinion, there's a huge difference, and whether or not you agree is absolutely none of his concern. Indeed, he probably couldn't care less even if he tried. He's been call rude, crude, crass, abrasive, disrespectful... and you know what? It all may be true, and Nick doesn't see how that's any concern of his. Politeness takes time that he doesn't care to waste, political correctness is an oxymoron of the worst calliber, and if you can't handle somebody being in your face, then you obviously have more issues than Nick does. Get a backbone, why don't you, instead of crying in the corner because a guy rolled his eyes and called you a spineless worm. And respect, he believes, is something to be earned. And frankly, it's not as easy as smiling and shaking hands. Just because your his senior, doesn't mean he give's a rat's ass whether he offends you or not, and he expects the same in return. People who respect others without it being earned he views as naive fools who don't deserve respect.
RECKLESS: I dunno, maybe you're one of those people who throws all teenage boys into this category, but it's as true for Nick as it is for countless of other teenage boys. But it's not that he thinks he's invincible... It's simply that Nick doesn't actually think about it at all. He's the act-react kind of guy, the one who acts instinctively, or reflexively rather, instead of logically working through the problem. And he'll stubbornly keep hacking away at the problem until it's widdled down into a harmless stick that will crush if he steps on it... unless the stick fights back. But when he actually pulls his head out of his ass long enough to realize that the world isn't just various shades of brown, he's actually not that bad with strategizing. The trick is making him slow down a minute until it dawns on him.The kid’s got book smarts, even if his common sense may appear to be lacking from time to time. Oh yes, he was a dork who liked playing chess for a while. Shush. Smart people will own your corporate-world-loving-arses one day, remember that! But as that logical thinker (just ‘cause it makes no sense to the rest of you lot, doesn’t mean it isn’t logical) comes into play, be a little afraid. Because he doesn’t usually plug morales and emotions into the whole “point A to point B” coding. Someone usually has to nudge him and be like “Yo, dude”...and even then, you’re gonna have to help him come up with a “morally sound plan” after he gets his mind set on what he’s sure is the only way to get things done. And yes, that is way easier said than done. Good luck!
STUBBORN: If he were color blind (which, coincidentally, he is with those really subtle shades that all look the same to him, but that's besides the point), and he decided that a pile of dog feces were black, he would argue that till his face turned blue and you turned red and he fell over and died from holding his breath and refusing to let up on the matter, wheher it was brown or not. Once Nick makes up his mind, god bless you if you're going to attempt to change it. Because, seriously, I highly doubt that you're going to succeed. He may know he's wrong. He may know that there are a million and two sources that will tell him without a doubt that he is the biggest idiot in the country, and he's still going to argue with you. Why? Because he can. And because he's a miserable, ornary bastard who needs something else to do than gripe and glare at walls all day. People are way more fun to glare at and argue with; they glare and argue back even if it's like they're talking to a wall themselves.
Family/Coven/Pack:
Damen Bellmay - father
Christy Bellmay - mother
Derek Bellmay - brother
Jordan Bellmay - brother
Delilah Knightly - aunt
Likes:
Running
Photography
Reading
A Challenge
Sunlight
Beach
Surfing
Sports
Keeping To Himself
Music
Laughing
Food
Dislikes:
Vampires Smell
Scars
Cats
Loud People
Impoliteness
Nuts
Bananas
Illogical Things
Myths
Special Ability: (If any; For Vampires ONLY!!)
S.A. Limits: (If any)
Moment of Truth:
Custom Title: Tough Love
RP Sample:
Going out to clubs was one thing that Darcy did enjoy, it was the one chance she had to have fun. And well just get wasted if she was feeling down. Though Darcy didn’t really get wasted a lot she was usually quite sober when she went to clubs. Unlike her friends, who always ended up either making fools of themselves or puking up all over the place. At times it could be funny as Darcy watched but she would help them. She has probably embarrassed herself once of twice in her life, when she is drunk. It’s not like no one doesn’t do it . For most people its actually quite natural.
Darcy looked down at the clothes she was wearing tonight, she loved this dress it was just really pretty. Probably one of her favorites as well. Darcy loved it as well it was purple, and purple would be her favorite color after baby blue. Although she wasn’t some girly girl. She did like her fluffy things every now and again.
Dragging herself out of the taxi that she had arrived in, Darcy smoothed down her dress and made her way inside the club. The room was filled with tons of bodies, it was like any other day. Packed with hot bodies jumping around or either falling. She slowly made her way to the bar and casually sat down. Her eyes looked around the bar, no one was really around at the bar. As everyone was really out there dancing. Darcy turned her head to watch a few people dance away. Gradually her eyes stopped and some guy, who was dancing like your dad would dance. And not your cool kind of dad, your geeky kind of dad. So Darcy couldn’t help but laugh.
Now her head had turned back to face the bar, and as the bartender came over to her she flashed him one of her great smiles. Darcy’s smiles were probably the greatest smiles you could ever get, it just made you melt inside. Darcy placed her arms onto the counter and asked the bartender to get her a vodka. A sigh came out of her mouth as she saw the bartender walk away to fetch her drink. She just wished that one of her friends would be here with her. But they were all busy, so they said. She had been lied to by one of her ‘best friends’ before, as they told her that they were busy. But guess what they happened to be at the same club that she had been too. It wasn’t really like Darcy to be by herself, she usually had tons of her friends with her. She just wished that people would tell her the truth once in a while. It wasn’t really that hard was it?
The bartender was back with her drink now, she lifted up her head and smiled back at him as he handed her vodka. As the drink reached her hands, she pulled it up to her lips and took a sip. She placed it back onto the counter and watched the bartender as he moved to the next person.
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