Post by nathan jay grimm on May 12, 2009 18:40:27 GMT -5
NATHAN JAY GRIMM.
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oh, hai there ! i'm lauren and i'm nineteen years old. i'm a female, and i've been roleplay for eight years years. i also play nobody else, so you might know me from them. and i read the rules and plot. you want proof? "admin edit". there, i told you. if you want to contact me, just email, msn, aim or pm. and for my member title? i want it to be im your wetdream. now, onto my character n_n[/FONT][/COLOR]
I'M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND, BABY[/FONT]
I AIN'T YOUR CUTE LITTLE SEX TOY. I AIN'T YOUR LION OR YOUR TIGER[/FONT][/CENTER]
FULL NAME nathan jay grimm
NICKNAMES nath, nj.
AGE twenty five & march seventh.
GENDER male
ETHNICITY american & irish.
RELIGON athiest.
SEXUALITY heterosexual.
STATUS single.
MEMBER GROUP --
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WON'T BE YOUR NASTY LITTLE BOY.
[/FONT]I'M NOT YOUR NIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR, CAN'T GRANT YOUR EVERY WISH[/FONT][/CENTER][/COLOR]
NATHAN DISLIKES no money. parking tickets. dodgy cell phones. drink drivers. liars. women who keep forgiving abusers. candy floss. kiwi fruit. gang crime. prostitutes/whores.
GOALS to become a top well known tattoo artist. to shoot a gun. to marry and have a family. to die a happy man.
FEARS deep water and clowns.
SECRETS didn't lose his virginity until nineteen. has experimented with drugs.
WEAKNESSES at least three.
STRENGHTS at least three.
BEST MEMORY getting my first car and having awesome police driving lessons like skidding control etc.
WORST MEMORY taking an lsd and having a bad trip, and th first time i got dumped.
OVERALL PERSONALITY
▪ SOCIAL BUTTERFLY; nathan is always surrounded by people, and most of the time he's in the center of attention due to his job, appearance and his sense of humour and confidence mix
▪ HONEST; he doesn't ever lie, he cant lie, some even think he doesnt know how to lie, and though it gets him into shit sometimes, hes always respected for such a valuable trait
▪ MR BRAINIAC; nathan knows a lot of people, so he'll naturally have a lot of gossip which comes in handy when talking to a chick, however, he'll also know a lot of random facts which can sometimes impress a person, answer their question or spark off a deeper conversation
▪ AGGRESSIVE; talk about mean. you dont want to piss him off because nathan only shows his anger physically but its hard to figure out when he'll do so; if a guy insults him nathan will either turn the guy into a pulp or walk away; he's unpredictable, and therefore dangerous
▪ SEXUAL; sex sex sex and more sex. he knows hes a good looking guy, he takes pride in his health and he loves nothing more than showing his strength off to the girls at parties; his traditional trick is to pick two girls up onto his shoulders so they sit like little cheerleaders or something.
▪ CREATIVE; with his job nathan needs imagination, and its amazing. if you describe something to him he can usually draw it up within an hour, and when he tattoos he's so focused its like hes in another world, making this picture come alive on someone's skin
▪ INDEPENDENT; though he's a social butterfly, he likes his privacy. he never clings to people, and he never sulks if he doesnt get attention. hes not a mommy's boy, and though he likes relationships, being single is more appealing due to the lack of arguments and tie downs. there's nothing nathan enjoys more than to kick back and watch tv on his own somedays.
▪ MONEY MAKER; need a hand? nathan will give it to you, but if there's a chance of getting money for it, he'll jump at the opportunity for you. he'll fix your car if its a simple problem, he'll run an errand or even take care of someone for you...
▪ PARTY ANIMAL; parties are amazing when nathan's around because he's the entertainment and with all the gossip he's always talking to people, deep in coversations with friends about sport, friends, work and so on. he's usually the one suggesting games, or taking part in games and kicking everyone's ass
▪ PESSIMISTIC; though he's a lucky guy, perhaps too lucky for some people's liking, nathan is always thinking "what if?". if something seems to good to be true, nathan will stay away from it. he doesn't believe he's lucky, he believes every fortune he gets is cos of his own work or from the generosity of someone else's.
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SO I LEAVE YOU WITH THIS KISS
[/FONT]YOU CAN CATCH ME ON THE SPEED TRAIN, BEEPER IN A THREE WAY[/FONT][/CENTER][/COLOR]
CURRENT RESIDENCE new orleans, louisiana
MOTHER'S NAME katherine grimm.
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION high school teacher.
FATHER'S NAME ryan grimm.
FATHER'S OCCUPATION police officer.
SIBLINGS none
OVERALL HISTORYthe grimm family had always lived in new orleans or there abouts, as far as the family tree would go they seemed to all be born in the city, and though nathan was also the nest grimm boy to be born he unexpectedly arrived in miami. he was born three weeks premature, so the surprise of going on vacation and returning with a child was quite the gift. nathan grew up in the town and today still lives in the heart of it, working in a shop he owns himself. school was never really nathan's cup of tea although he did very well in class up until he turned fourteen, when he started to pay more attention to hanging out with friends and then even more so when his hormones kicked in and girls were on the top of the list.
nathan had never really been interested in tattoos until a friend of his managed to get one from a guy on vacation, who thought he'd been over eighteen. getting a tattoo at sixteen was the biggest deal ever, and the work had sparked an inspiration within nathan. it was also around the same time he started listening to the heavier sounds of music, all the bands who had the tattoos and piercings, which intreieged nathan even more. when he left school at sixteen he looked around desperatly for a studio where he could learn how to tattoo. the nearest place he could find was out of new orleans, so he'd take his birthday car and drive every day to th studio, working unpaid as an assistant mainly taking care of the equipment as he observed how to master a steady hand yet keep a smooth flow going. he already had a skill for art and drawing, so sometimes he'd make a few for the artist.
it took a couple of years before nathan was certified as an artist, after practicing many times on a slab of pig skin. of course for his eighteenth he got his first tattoo and it quickly built up along his arms and a few over his legs before hitting the big shit on his chest and stomach. the piercings seemed to go unnoticed, though his ears and lip were done, it only took four years before he took it out, only being caught with it once or twice when he felt a little more bad ass than usual. besides it was too easy a target in fights, which he'd slowly learnt after mornings of waking up with a huge hangover, looking into the mirror to see his lip torn and bloody around his piercing where it had been punched and pulled at. it took a few years to save up and buy a small store to start his tattooing business, but it didn't take long to make the money seeing as he was the only studi around in new orleans. with the cash from business and then from selling shop, he bought and opened up a bigger store on one of the more known streets where he'd get more publicity. with the help of friends he'd kept from school and made from parties and such, nathan kept getting the business and eventually became so busy had to take on some empolyee's to help him out.
he'd heard of the tragedy that had happened years ago in the city, abut the fire and the mansion of the LaLaurie family. his great great great great grandfather and probably a few more greats, had been a fireman at the time and had helped put out that fire, as strong as the flames had been, the family had kept the word of how cold the scene had been, how still and silent it had been, even before they knew of the curse. nathan keeps his family history to himself, not really liking the legend of the LaLaurie family, but society changed and slavery was no longer an issue, black skinned and white skinned were now seen as equals and discrimination of colour was no longer a problem, even if the older generations still followed by their beliefs, the younger ones did not. one his twenty third birthday, his girlfriend who had been his first serious relationship, dumped him after becoming fed up of his growing popularity. since then nathan avoided anything to do with girls, but it didn't stop him becoming more involved with them. from this nathan turned into the most desired guy around, but the most unattainable guy.
because of his popularity, his business continued to grow giving him the pleasure of a comfortable life, except for the drunken fights he got into, which he still does. having not gone to college, nor really planning to do so, nathan poured all his time into tattooing so he could relax into the business, though he never relaxed for long. because of high numbers of customers, it meant that stock was always needing to be replenished, but money was an issue. he had to pay for the shop, a license, his employee and then himself with taxes and such, so to make up a little extra cash, nathan started doing extra things for friends, fixing cars and the such. now its a balance which is carefully controlled by nathan. his parents were proud although nathan might not have become successful the way they expected, he had done nonetheless, however, they see him as a golden boy; like butter wouldn't melt. they moved to the outskirts of the city to escape the growing noise as they aged, though they kept their jobs as teacher and police officer.
now that the LaLaurie have returned after another tragedy hit their family, whispers have hit the walls of many houses of the legend once more, and with nathan's pessimistic attitude, the thought of another tragedy has been growing on his mind, though he never knew nor would he meet a LaLaurie, he still pities them wondering how such a curse could be broken.
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SHININ' WITH THE GLEAM CHAIN
[/FONT]AND YOUR HONEY GIVIN' ME BRAIN, YOU CAN CATCH ME WATCHIN' AI[/FONT][/CENTER][/COLOR]
The day had been long and very bright. The spring had been and had now developed into longer, warmer, happier times - summer; probably the most hated things in a vampire's books; it was for Elliot at least anyway. The few odd days of dark cloud would bless the city and throw down the rain from the black clouds, giving chance to the nocturnal species to show face and make their day just that bit easier. Most of the time though, the shade of walls and a roof was a prison until the single moment of sunset where finally light would become extinct and the city would become alive with death. Nightlife in London was always a plus, especially during the summer when the younger humans would constantly flood the clubbing scene. Alcohol and loud music never made a vampire's hunt so easy.
However, hunting was not on the agenda tonight. A far more enjoyable, though sadistic as it was, night was planned for the vampire leader. Humans had their places of enjoyment and recreation, so did the immortal species. Pulse for the vampires, Underdog for the lycans. Ironic names for the venue at hand but, to an average human they were nothing special. These clubs were exclusive to their own species, any other kind found was quickly exterminated and added to the pleasure of the night. Usually an unsuspecting human was lured into the depth of the crowd before being preyed on, first played with like a terrified mouse amonst a group of cats, tossed and beaten, mocked and humiliated. They were rarely ever killed on purpose, but they did die, usually from the infliction of injuries of punches and scratches, that or having been bitten and left to suffer a transformation.
These places were usually for the type that had a free spirit, one that held little, if no major responsibilities at all. Finding a member of the highly spoken coven was a surprise and pleasure, but when one came across the presence of the leader, than it was an honour. Stumbling upon this club was impossible; it was located deep underground beneath the floors which the humans walked on. To party at this club you had to know precisly where it was and how to get there, as well as pass the tight security that had no fear of checking your bloodtype if you were suspected to be anything else but a vampire. However, this never happened to Elliot; being their leader, he was treated like royalty. A special booth just for him and his few selected friends who had come along for a good time. Three was a crowd... Elliot never walked alone unless on a hunt. Pack hunts were rare unless the victim was of some importance, like a lycan or hunter.
Walking into the club, the bass of the music blasted through his cold body but left no effect on his flesh. His flawless skin matched every beauty in the room; it was for sure, a normal human would fall to their knees in awe with the overwhelming beauty of so many. Many vampires greeted their leader as he walked in, but no handshake or smile was given, just a sound, a hiss to be precise; not an unpleasant one but one that filled the air with respect, passion, desire even envy. Creatures parted to form a path to let Elliot through, walking up to his little booth where he could relax and enjoy himself without the push and shove of the crowd. Unlike most underground clubs, this one had a balance; it had the main floor where people could go wild with energy, the bar where one could sit and enjoy a refreshing glass of fine crimson or the various couches were one could just sit back, relax and enjoy their drink in a less sophisticated way.
Elliot took a deep breath, never able to get used to the smell it always delivered. His eyes bright blue with the electrifying energy the club had bottled up for everyone inside to enjoy. With Elliot's dismisal, his two vampire friends were allowed to blend into the crowd of the main floor, and wait for the main event of the night. The bloodbath was a very popular event at pulse, and every vampire fought for their place on the floor where they could shower in the blood of so many innocent humans, who had died just for their blood to be used for a fetish.
However, hunting was not on the agenda tonight. A far more enjoyable, though sadistic as it was, night was planned for the vampire leader. Humans had their places of enjoyment and recreation, so did the immortal species. Pulse for the vampires, Underdog for the lycans. Ironic names for the venue at hand but, to an average human they were nothing special. These clubs were exclusive to their own species, any other kind found was quickly exterminated and added to the pleasure of the night. Usually an unsuspecting human was lured into the depth of the crowd before being preyed on, first played with like a terrified mouse amonst a group of cats, tossed and beaten, mocked and humiliated. They were rarely ever killed on purpose, but they did die, usually from the infliction of injuries of punches and scratches, that or having been bitten and left to suffer a transformation.
These places were usually for the type that had a free spirit, one that held little, if no major responsibilities at all. Finding a member of the highly spoken coven was a surprise and pleasure, but when one came across the presence of the leader, than it was an honour. Stumbling upon this club was impossible; it was located deep underground beneath the floors which the humans walked on. To party at this club you had to know precisly where it was and how to get there, as well as pass the tight security that had no fear of checking your bloodtype if you were suspected to be anything else but a vampire. However, this never happened to Elliot; being their leader, he was treated like royalty. A special booth just for him and his few selected friends who had come along for a good time. Three was a crowd... Elliot never walked alone unless on a hunt. Pack hunts were rare unless the victim was of some importance, like a lycan or hunter.
Walking into the club, the bass of the music blasted through his cold body but left no effect on his flesh. His flawless skin matched every beauty in the room; it was for sure, a normal human would fall to their knees in awe with the overwhelming beauty of so many. Many vampires greeted their leader as he walked in, but no handshake or smile was given, just a sound, a hiss to be precise; not an unpleasant one but one that filled the air with respect, passion, desire even envy. Creatures parted to form a path to let Elliot through, walking up to his little booth where he could relax and enjoy himself without the push and shove of the crowd. Unlike most underground clubs, this one had a balance; it had the main floor where people could go wild with energy, the bar where one could sit and enjoy a refreshing glass of fine crimson or the various couches were one could just sit back, relax and enjoy their drink in a less sophisticated way.
Elliot took a deep breath, never able to get used to the smell it always delivered. His eyes bright blue with the electrifying energy the club had bottled up for everyone inside to enjoy. With Elliot's dismisal, his two vampire friends were allowed to blend into the crowd of the main floor, and wait for the main event of the night. The bloodbath was a very popular event at pulse, and every vampire fought for their place on the floor where they could shower in the blood of so many innocent humans, who had died just for their blood to be used for a fetish.
