Post by nate on Jul 24, 2011 0:09:35 GMT -5
NATHANIEL REED FAIRFAX MALE TWENTY-TWO SENIOR
[/size][/color][/center]played by miranda
"Let's get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you?"[/font]
I guess Nate is fine. I mean, that's what most people call me. So naturally you should too.
"'S cute. Mind if I just call you babe? Cool. So, babe, what's cooking - for those just listening?"[/font]
Um, that's mildly terrifying. Anyway, I'm about six feet, give a few inches, and have a metabolism scientists probably wish they could harness as a clean alternative to fossil fuels. I think I went through two puberties, I know, terrifying, right? Anyway, I grew a ton in high school and the beginning of college even, it's like all I did was eat. Thankfully, that's slowed down. I've never had a problem affording that much food, it's just irritating having to buy and prepare it all the time. I've got nice dark thick hair that Brenda from the salon at Bendel's tells me is a good genetic trait that a daughter will thank me for someday. I've got light grey-blue eyes, so I hope to breed with someone who also has light eyes so our kids definitely will. Is that weird to think about? Whatever. Everyone thinks I'm gay because I wear sweaters. Like what's wrong with sweaters? I've gotten so much in sweaters, you wouldn't even believe.
"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, but couldn't care less if you aren't. I'm a nice boy, anyway. Smoke sort of makes me sick. I think I might be allergic. And the stale smoke smell...Jesus. Anyway, I will take a drink, if it's something nice. I like cognac or a heavy red wine, but I'll drink champagne if the occasion presents itself. You know, I never really dug the underage kids that drank vodka-lemonades (which were Crystal Light lemonades, mind you) out of plastic cups or coffee tumblers. I mean, it was always just silly. Even when I was underage. My parents like to think they're very European for letting me drink. Well, I'm certainly not complaining.
"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]
Um, well, I guess I'm pretty wholesome (read: boring). Any problems I've had had sort of been other peoples' that I've been dragged into. Like when I was in middle school my dad, I guess, got pretty lonely (read: pathetic) and decided to have an affair with some woman, I don't even know who she is. I'm still not happy about it. My parents ended up staying together, but he really could have screwed things up. I know all wealthy families are supposed to do shit like this, but we're sort of new money. He worked for what he has. I don't think there's any smart reason to risk it like that. But other than that, mostly people come to me for stuff like that. I tend to like to help people with their problems. I'm a sensitive man. I guess that's an issue. I mean, I don't really think so, but you know people...
"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe? Nah, really. Where do you see yourself in ten years?"[/font]
Both my parents are surgeons, but I don't really think I can follow that path. I guess I work hard enough, but it just has never interested me. I want to study English, but I know that's sort of stupid, so I'm thinking Economics. Then I could stay rich by betting on other nations' failures and be like a badass George Soros. Not that George Soros isn't already badass.
"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. Sports? Art? Give me some dirt![/font]
Do I look like a dirty person to you? I'm wearing a cardigan, for Christ's sake. With a collared shirt. That I ironed. I used to be pretty shy, but college has brought me out of my shell. I do like to have fun, even though I look sort of uptight. I'm really not. You wouldn't believe it by looking at me, but my room is a fucking disaster zone. I think it gets FEMA money. I like art, but not so much making it anymore. I did musical theatre in high school and first year of college, but I sort of gave up on that. I like to doodle and paint in my spare time, but again, it's sort of just a hobby. The only thing I'm really serious about is music. Well, music journalism. I can make it, but I'd rather write about it. I think that's where my true natural talent is. I really enjoy fine cuisine, but I'm not that great of a cook. I wish I was. I can bake, though. I like brownies. But not hash brownies. Not really into drugs so much, but I'll give almost anything a shot once. I really like being social, it keeps me out of the loneliness funk. Anyway, I guess I'm a pretty nice guy, but I'm sort of emotionally conflicted because I get so invested in people and their feelings. I guess I maybe care too much. Sometimes I wish I could be an apathetic mess and and asshole, but it's just too hard. I know I wouldn't be where I am right now without the people in my life, and taking advantage of them by being a dick won't do anyone any good. Of course, this has always caused me problems in the romance department - the only serious relationship I've ever had was with a self-described bisexual who liked me "because it was sort of like being with a woman minus the stigma". I think that more or less sums me up.
"Kinky, ha! Couldn't agree more. 'Nyways, one last thing. How'd you get where you are today - what's your background?"[/font]
Well, I guess my parents had to have sex to make me, which is totally gross. I literally have no clue why I brought that up. Now I can't get the image out of my head. Anyway, I was born a healthy (and chubby as shit) baby boy. I don't actually think I've gained weight since. Anyway, I was raised by Ingrid, my German nanny, so I know a bit of German that I picked up as a child. I have a feeling a lot of it is pornographic, though, so I don't bother with it if I'm among fluent speakers. Ingrid and my grandmother sort of pitched in since my parents worked all the time and still do. It's nice, though, because now we're sort of rolling in it. Unfortunately, we also have that new money air about us, which is pretty damn embarrassing, considering the company I'm in a lot of the time. And it's not like my family tries to hide it, both my parents and my little sister Kendra, who's a freshman, drive like these big disgusting gas-guzzlers with like zebra seat covers and it' just makes you want to die. Growing up with Dr. and Dr. Fairfax was nice, though, because we never really had to worry about paying for anything. I got by just fine, I'm bright but not like a genius or anything, I still had to work hard. We were raised Jewish because my mom is Jewish, and I'm kind of sort of into it but like not in a God way. It's more cultural, I guess. Anyway, my point is it makes no sense that my parents sent my sister and I to Catholic schools, but they did. It's like being a Jew on Christmas, or having some other life-threatening illness on National AIDS Day...wait, that can't be PC or even make any sense...I guess it just is really hard to be left out. I'm not so great for telling stories, I can't stay on track. So I went to Catholic school since Kindergarten (which is German! I do know a little!) and basically spent my entire life in white polos and impeccably creased navy slacks, so you'd think I wouldn't want to dress like I was on a fucking yacht all the time, but I do. It's just what's comfortable, and I like to look nice. I like menswear. It's better than wearing fucking basketball shorts and like a Duke sweatshirt and a wide-brimmed douchebag hat, which all basically just scream "I'm going to put something in your drink". Freaks. But what was I saying? Oh yeah, Catholic school. It pretty much sucked. I applied to college here after growing up in Oregon my whole life. I applied to Reed College also but decided that A, I wanted to get the fuck away from Kendra and her trashy-ass gold Hummer (but to no avail - she goes to school in Outlier now too) and B, Reed is my middle name and going to a college called Reed would literally be the most narcissistic thing since Twitter. So now I'm here. And it's been generally uneventful until now.
"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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