Post by nash on Feb 6, 2011 22:27:18 GMT -5
(will put a picture I was getting rushed! D:)
NASH HARLEN REED MALE 21 LUXFORD JUNIOR
[/size][/color][/center]played by Berlynn
"Let's get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you?"[/font]
Nah, I believe Nash is a nickname in honestly. Just call Nash or ’hey boy’ and I’ll listen.
"'S cute. Mind if I just call you babe? Cool. So, babe, what's cooking - for those just listening?"[/font]
I wear a shit load of black. Yes, a shit load is a unit of measurements. Almost everything I own is black, black oh and guess what more black! Surprising, I know! The whole following trend things, I don‘t do. One, I don‘t have enough time in the day to keep up and two, yea I can‘t afford it. I like my look. Its comfortable and most of the time I can just roll out of bed and head out. No one notice and then again these days I don‘t think anyone cares about a guy that is a little over six foot with messy hair and piercing dressed in all black anymore. Maybe that’s a lie, but hell I like it.
"Cute. Wore that just for me, huh? Speaking of which, give me the details. Gay? Straight? Look kinda like a swinger to me.. Care for a drink or a smoke, babe?"[/font]
I‘m straight as a ruler. None of that funny business. Now if you are, good for you but I don‘t go that way. I‘ll hug on a guy and joke around but never get inmate. Not even drunk, and I drink a lot. Think I would do crazy shit like that, but nah bruh. A smoke, I‘ll love for one but I‘m trying to quit. Bad for the lungs you know. I‘m about to say fuck that and just smoke.
"Damn. Get some! ha! Chill out. So, swear this won't get leaked anywhere but.. got any secrets? Come on, you can tell me!"[/font]
I‘m a rich boy. Well, my parents are, never lived that life style though. My dad work with oil companies so he usually always brought in money. My mom is one of them shadow doctors in New Orleans. You know, a voodoo lady.
"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe?"[/font]
Ambitions? Psh, no. I‘m just living life at the moment. If something comes up, I‘ll go for it.
"Okay, okay. Don't get too excited. Half those are just hearing about you. Now let's see.. Oh, here we go. Tell me a bit about yourself. Likes, dislikes, strengths and weaknesses - all that. We need some dirt!"[/font]
What do I like? Oh life is a good thing to like. Girls too, I don‘t like them I love them. I‘m your typical guy, what can I say? Dogs are like the next best things to girls. Horror movies and vampires can make my night complete. That seems to becoming so typical, its depressing really. As you can tell, I have a likeness for piercing. Art is a major thing to me.
Disliking stuff, I sorta just blow off. Don‘t pay to hate on things right? Jocks, they piss me off often. They are jerks, let all that ‘fame‘ they get go to their head. Rap music, I don‘t get. Honestly, talking about fucking someone? I can watch porn and actually see it, plus its better. You know them girls that always think they are fat, yea I would love to slap them. They are smaller than a blade of grass and they are oh so fat. Judgmental people don‘t go good in my book.
I have no strengths I think, just things that help me out. I‘m a joking guy, I can usually take anything and make it something else. I rely on my play of words often. I’m able to laugh a lot of things off and not take all the words I’m told seriously. My main weakness is I sometimes wear my heart on my sleeve. It comes back to bite me in the ass but its all good.
"Kinky, ha! Couldn't agree more. 'Nyways, one last thing. How'd you get where you are today?"[/font]
Well apparently, two people had a little fun. My parents were married for five years. Not sure if they wanted kids or not but guess what they had me! At that time my dad worked in one of them fancy grave yards in New Orleans. My mom has always been a shadow doctor aka voodoo lady. Just the way its always been. I had a dog, his name was Buck. Not sure what Buck, I think my dad named him. Not sure. But Buck was my best friend. We ran around a lot in New Orleans. Yea, not a best place for a dog and a little boy to run but we lived in the dark places I guess you can say, where the voodoo people stayed.
When I was seven my dad got a job in the oil field. Then it started to require him being away a lot so my mom pulled me out of public school. Morning hours I was home schooled, afternoon and nights were meant for business with my mom. Helping out at her place, I meet crazy people. Ask for different things. Mainly I messed with the voodoo poking pins in them. It was just entertainment, not like I actually wanted to hurt someone. What else did I have to do? Nothing. Rarely did I see my dad, his job kept him away for long periods of time. The money was nice according my mother, I never seen it.
Back in regular schools for my high school years, I actually had no problems making friends. Everyone has that same New Orleans accent, mine was different had a Cajun twist to it. My dad’s side of the family. Playing sports for most of my high school years, I dropped out of them after a while. Just wasn’t me. Most of my teachers liked me, so hated me and told me I had evil. Guess they were right. It was always fun to hiss random chants I heard my mom do at them. Freaked them out. I got a job at a funeral home, not fun huh? It was a blast. Okay, maybe I have a slight addiction to dead people. Working and going to school was easy to me, I made time to party and hang with friends and also to have that family time.
Graduating high school, I was more than glad. High school drama and baby momma drama not my thing. I was never sure on if I wanted to go to college or what I wanted to do in life. I doodled a lot and my mom still had drawings from when I was a kid hung up at her place. Though my father was hoping I would pursue a career in the oil field, that just wasn’t me. Some how, my mom started doing research of colleges for me. Stumbling upon Luxford University she decided that I should go there for something, no matter the price. Talking to me about it, I decided on art as my major and gave into her wish to go to Luxford. I guess it was because no one in my family really did anything after high school besides get married, have kids and work some random job. My college is paid but I worked all through high school and still feel like a nerd at times when I am studying. But that is just me. The crazy little southern boy that haves no life at times.
I miss home. I miss my mom. I miss my dad. I miss Buck. I miss the voodoo. I miss the culture. Would I trade what I have to go back to it? No.
"Shiiit. Well at least you got yourself babe, can't take that away. And me. -winks- What I'm joking! Kind of. Anyways, relax while we evaluate you, get you into your place, alright? Also, we can't even accept you if your faceclaim has not been posted yet. Post in the faceclaim = your ticket to acceptance. Other than.. you know. Being accepted. A'ight, I'm out - peace."
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about you!
I don’t like to write about me! D: Watch me write a lot haha. I’m old like 19 and my birthday is in April! I have 15 horses! Fourteen miniature horses and one big horse, Pixie, that is my baby! I have a pet calf. Okay, I live on a farm. I have a ton of other animals. I live in Louisiana . I’ve been roleplaying since I don’t know. Seems like forever. Six or seven years. But you can’t tell haha. I’m random and usually always hyper. So not normal, guess what is why none of my characters are. For some strange odd reason I’m a pro at playing the fucked up crazy insane guys and I’m a girl. I just relate to them. Don’t ask. I work, it sucks, okay I love it at times. I’m photographer (so I like to think =p) mmm I’m in love with vampires always have been. And that is all I can think about so yea. Peace.[/size]
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