nickolas remming

[nickolas remming]

Name:

[/b]: 17
Gender: Male
Year: Junior
Clique: Art Nerds
Appearance:

Body
Nick is pocketsized, standing at 5'6 at seventeen. Though he probably isn't going to grow any more than that height wise. He's also pretty skinny for a guy. Not that he does anything to support this. By his eating habits alone he should be over three hundred pounds by now. As much as he may try, he never seemed able to put on much more weight than his current one though. Of course he does have a nice bit of muscles from the sports he plays from time to time. That's right, the boy is not just skin and bones. Go figure I know.

Facial
Nick's features are pretty well defined by his parents. His eyes, complexion, mouth and nose are almost exact copies of his fathers. But all bear the same softness of his mothers features. His eyes are a dark brown. His skin is pretty fair, only managing to get the slightest of tan, no matter the amount of time he spent outside. If anything, he'd probably get burned before he had a deep tan that normal people captured in the summer.On the plus side though, he has none of the usual blemishes that these 'normal people' get along with their tans. His lips are nothing really special, only slightly plump. Over all, though he stands out as a good looking guy, that's only once all of these things come together. Other wise he'd probably look like any other teenager you pass on the street.

Hair
Well, to be quite frank with you, Nick is deathly in love with his hair. It's constantly going through many changes with length and color. Though it's usually brown and going only slightly past his ears. He doesn't trust anyone with touching his hair, and does most things by himself. Very few times has anyone convinced him of letting a professional cut it, and well the results are pretty much why he now cuts his own hair every few months, whenever the mood strikes him to do so. He likes to take extremely good care of it, which also shows everyday cause it's always done nicely with every strand of hair perfectly out of place

Clothes
Nick's clothing style is hardly ever what everyone else is wearing. Though now a days many people seem to be getting into trends, he's hardly a trend follower. He likes to wear only simple designs on his shirts, choosing colors over them most of the time. He doesn't like to be one of those who wear things that looked like they got puked on. His jeans are tight most of the time, anything else is only moderately loose. I'm not sure who thought of that baggy hanging off you even with a belt style, but they deserve to be killed by anyone who cared about what they look like. Dallas's jeans though are usually black or faded gray. Once again he goes for something with a bit more color, darker washes of blues this time. On his feet are usually a pair of Vans, usually to match whatever else he is wearing. So yes, that means he owns many pairs of them as well. Just so you know

Personality:

Outgoing
This is probably the most predominate of his character traits. It was mostly because of the constant changing of school that he came out of his 'shell' so much. He has a way of getting just about anyone to smile, and loves being in the presence of as many people as possible at one time. The only down side to this is he can be a bit over dramatic, talk too much, as well as steal the spotlight off of anyone else who might catch your eye. He can take things a little too far, whether it's a joke or what someone else said entirely. Although he has no trust issues, even with complete strangers, he can let you know a tad bit more than you really need to. He just lets his mouth go most of the time and likes to watch where that gets him. The last one about stealing the spot light is mostly about him being an attention seeker. Anyone else who thinks they have something to say will quickly find he can have a very bossy undertone to him.

Loyal
Sure the boy can make a million and one friends when ever he tries but he tends to have a group of close knit ones. These are the people to whom he fiercely defends at all times, and never let's a bad word or thing happen to them. He can come off as a bit over-protective, but this is only because he wants anyone who means something to him to be good and happy. This is mostly because of some of the stories his sister Janey told him about their father. He hates to think that something like that can happen without anyone else knowing about it, for years even. So to be very sure, he likes to keep in good contact with everyone, and always has enough time to listen to whatever was going on with their life

Uncommitted
This is a trait of Nick's because, once you get to know him, you quickly find how jumpy he can really be. He never seems to stick to one hobby or team for much longer than a week, maybe a day. He likes to explore as many things as possible, and this usually means he tends to forget less important stuff that isn't on his mind all the time. Like other promises he'd made or things he'd wanted to do for himself. This altogether is a bad thing, as someone usually ends up hurt or something ends up not getting done. It's probably one of the more annoying things about him. And in a short amount of time, most people wish he was a bit more shy. And by bit I mean ten billion times more shy and reclusive.

Secretive
This is something he only does once in a while. With his fast moving lips, it's not the easiest thing in the world for him, if you wanted an explanation It's more a way to avoid getting into trouble and to avoid disappointment. Like any other kid, he'd prefer the teachers never find out what it is he does when he'd not in class. And I'm pretty sure his mom, sister, and any family would throw a fit

Happy
Sure the kid has some bad qualities and some good ones, but over all he's never really been all that upset for a long time. There were rough patches but its not like he knows anything of being uncomfortable. He's always had everything he needs and much more, so you'll probably never find him sulking around. He's pretty much the kid who probably still has enough energy to get up at six in the morning to watch tv and then go jump on the bed to wake you up. Very cute and very nice of him I know.

History:

Kate was looking for a place to live, and Hayden slowly fell in love with the girl. The word marriage came up six months in. Granted you could argue Kate never really loved him, she said yes none the less. By the same time the following year they had their wedding and shortly after bought a new house. Hayden wanted a family, Kate wanted to sit in the sun so she could get an even tan. They had their arguements. It took getting to the point of a potenial divorce after seven months that Kate finely agreed. Three months later she was pregnant with their first child. It's not hard to guess who wasn't thrilled about this.

Children were the worst thing ever in Kate's mind. Not only did you have give birth to them, look after them, and care for them. You had to do it all as if you enjoyed it. She hated the pregnant look, the pregnant clothes, the way people asked her when she was due. The morning sickness wasn't as nauseating as that. But she put up with it, and after nine months Nick was born. And that was about the longest time his mom took any part in his life. After that it was more fun to go out than spend a night at home with him.

Growing up, Nick became use to his father being around whenever he could. He also got use to his mom coming home at three in the morning then yelling when asked where she'd been. It never really bother him then. He liked the people who looked after him and looked up to his dad as the kind of guy he wanted to be. To Nick, this was just how a family worked and he was no different from anyone else. All was well. Until he had to start going to school.

Then parent nights, school plays and the like started. And he began to noticed that no one else's mom pointed out that the mess of scribbles looked nothing like a horse. That other kids had two parents meet with his teacher to hear that he had been having some trouble getting along with the other children. That everyone else had parents in the front row taking bad pictures of them in even worse costumes. Suddenly reality came along for him.

This was the first real stage of growing up. Not in the literal sense but in the idea that he got over santa claus and the easter bunny by the time he was seven. He prefered going to a friends house than staying home with a nanny. The only nights he stayed home were the ones that he was certain his dad would be there. Despite everything else, he still saw him as a safety net.

You couldn't blame Hayden for being miserable. The love of his life was more in love with a dollar sign than him. By the time Nick was eight, his dad had finally had enough. So him and his dad packed up their things and put the house up for sale, then moved to New York. But the bitterness of having to do so never really left the boy. Granted this was when he met some of his closest friends, a few that he still talked to up to this day.

He found his bright side to all the situations though. He took a bigger interest in drama as a class than as a hobby, he made a few friends every where he went until he got to the point when you could call him adjusted. High school for him wasn't really bad. Granted it wasn't the big adrenline rush it might have been, he was just happy with the idea of getting in and out as quickly as possible.

Goals/Fears:

goals
+finish high school
+get a good job
+ not get any more dententions
+figure out how to do a handstand

fears
+being alone
+loosing his family
+storms
+loosing his voice
+growing old
+dying alone
+falling from high places
+car crashes
+drowning
+sharks
+hospitals

Sample rp:

Sighing lightly, oddly almost relieved by her getting up. The feeling kind of surprising him, cause obviously it was the last thing he expected to appear in his head. Relief? About what? That he wouldn't have to feel bad about doing anything, that she still loved him, what was it that had him sitting quite still on the couch as she got dressed. The sad reality he feared, was that he was just glad that he wasn't the one who was responsible for saying no. Because some part of his subconscious knew that he would have never pulled it off. And it seemed so stupid to think that he thought he'd changed so much, only to find that his willpower was pretty much non-existent still. Not that pleasant a thought, but he'd never said it was did he? Not at all, hence why he was so silent now. Words didn't seem to want to form in his mouth, let alone make their way out into the open at the moment.

Vinny's gaze following her across the room, a bit of a confused look on his face cause he couldn't figure out why she was going to the closet. Or where she was going in general. Most people would have asked, but that wasn't the way he went about things. No, he had to learn everything from experience. Take in lessons the hard way. Even now, she couldn't just get your regular coat or shoes from the where her hands were reaching. He would even settle for an umbrella, though he was almost positive it wasn't raining. Just something normal, or as close to it as anyone ever got now a days. But no. That wasn't the way his life, his world for that matter, worked.

Sure, he often shrugged things off and just assumed life wasn't fair on his behave. And maybe it wasn't, whose to say, maybe no one knows what's fair anymore. But for now, her having cigarettes was just the way things went for him. It could be expected in a sense. Why? Because all the decisions in Vinny's life weren't always made by him. They were made by other people, other problems, other frames of mind, just a whole different state of being. There was no way he could control everything, even if he tried his hardest to do just that. Maybe that's what unfairness was. The idea that people who would never live a day in his shoes, were the same people who thought they still had the right to be critics of where his feet went.

And you know what? He absolutely hated it. Couldn't stand having to watch as something else changed, some previous perception of what was good turning into something completely different. Did everyone have to deal with this? Where one moment everything was just the way you always thought you wanted it to be, then realizing it still didn't feel right the next moment. It was crazy. Why would anyone want to deal with that? It was so pointless, so often, that he wasn't even disappointed when he couldn't think of a single answer to his own question.

Course you had to take into account that he'd never been able to find any solution to that particular question. As a matter of fact, I think he could name three occasions where knowing this had pushed him to the point where he was ready to give. That right there was much more than anyone seemed to notice though. Because not everyone knows what it's like to actually want to give in. Not just threaten to do so, but to see it as the only thing you could do. That feeling in the pit of your stomach that constantly made you feel sick, the bitterness that strangers find in your eyes after a single glance, yet at the same time the strange apologetic after thought where you told everyone you were sorry for being such a screw up. No, normal society cast those thoughts away because it was obviously crazy talk. And thus no one ever heard of it, and slowly Vinny could only wonder more if anyone cared about it at all.

Exhaling heavily, ignoring the fully alive feeling it gave him as he stood up and pulled his clothes back on. Moving quite fast, considering who we are talking about, over to the porch. Stepping outside in the same rapid manner, almost like he wasn't aware of the motion or speed his body was capable of going at. " What are you doing?," he yelled at her rather harshly, no cover up to the raw disappointment in his voice. But the look on his face soon changed again, once he found his way into his own mind again. It was the weirdest thing. He just noticed he was angry. It felt so bizarre to have all this fury built up from one simple thing like that. Just like everyone else though, he couldn't help himself. And even if he could, he wouldn't know how, he'd never felt anything close to that before

" Why are you doing it," he asked finally, though a lot quieter than before, his voice softening as he bit on his lip to force back the tears he'd thought he'd accepted earlier. He wanted to know though, he had to know actually. Not to hear about Tal or the babies or anything like that. But for the first time in a long time, he just wanted to know about her. Add in all the outer influences you wanted, but her reaction was just that. All her own. Nothing in him had ever wanted her to just sweep it under the rug, he'd seen plenty of people do that already. And now he felt he needed to know what about her life had put that idea into her head. Why that was what was normal to her. Not that he expected any of it to make sense to her. How could he?

That would just be stupid. But at the same time knowing it was only agitated him more. Running his hands through his hair, pacing around a bit as he sucked in deep breathes of air, finding the tears sliding down his face much more easily now. Until he didn't feel like trying to figure everything out any more. He was just sick of it. And anyone would have a right to be. So he turned around, marching his way back into the empty dorm that he was even more glad now didn't have her roommates in it. Instead of running out the door though, to find something to crash this mixture of guilt and disappointment into. No, he stood there for a few minutes, only then noticing the pain in the back of his throat that wasn't use to yelling or screaming at all. Then without another sound went to see Luke.

Didn't pick him up or anything. Wasn't sure whether or not he'd drop him if he tried that right now, from the random shaking fits that came and went. It wasn't even so much about the smoking, in a way it was obviously, but it wasn't like he could severely punish her for that. That would be thee most hypocritical thing ever. I guess at some point he should have guessed he'd reach some sort of breaking point. Where he was ready to step aside and let someone else fix everything. Only problem now was that no one was stepping in any more. And deep down he had to accept the fact that he didn't really want them to, that he wanted to figure out how to make it work on his own. So he just sat down, resting his head in his hands, watching the kid sleep for god only knows how long. It was much more peaceful here than in the rest of the world. Seemed like the perfect spot to just stay.

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