PIERCE, NOLAN Z

[noah]

VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA

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the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?




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WHEN THE OCEAN MET THE SKY ,[/color]
CHARACTER BASICS ,
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye[/color]

FULL NAME: nolan zaccariah pierce.
NICKNAMES: nol.
GENDER: male.
AGE: nineteen.
GRADE: senior.
ART INTEREST: vocals / preforming.
PLAYBY: alexander gaskarth.

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YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]

ETHNICITY: caucasian.
HAIR COLOR: Nolan's hair is a shade of dark brown, nothing special or interesting. It's slightly lighter during the summer, as it gets bleached and lightened naturally from the sun. It's normally covered up in some sort of a hat though, since he's often too lazy to properly wash it and thinks a knit hat is a suitable replacement for a shower and shampoo.
EYE COLOR: Again like his hair, Nolan's eyes are nothing unique. They're dark brown, almost black, and the only semi-special thing about them is the red rims from smoking and the dark bags from not sleeping.
HEIGHT: 6'1.
WEIGHT: 158.
BODY TYPE: Nolan is by no means toned or ripped, but he's not overweight either. He owes it all to his good metabolism, since he's about as active as a snorlax. His hobbies and pastimes include binge drinking and smoking bowl after bowl after bowl. Yet somehow he manages his decent figure without even lifting a finger.
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: Besides his trademark greasy hair and sag hats, Nolan can also be seen sporting stubble so thick it's almost a beard. At that point someone will wrestle a razor into his hand and relieve him of it, but up till then he's too lazy to do much about it, so it stays on his face until the last possible second. Also, Nolan has a horrible mistake of a tattoo on his left forearm. It's a skeleton holding a pumpkin, and it's awfully fugly.
PERSONAL STYLE: nolan can be seen in one thing at all times- skinny jeans. He wears them off his ass and held in place with a belt. In addition to that, he likes sporting those hats previously mentioned. His style would really be too lazy to care. He thhrows on whatever is closest in the morning- clean or not. And somehow finds a way to pull it off. He's grungy as hell, but it works for him somehow and he's somewhat attractive in his filthiness.
OTHER: n/a.

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IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]

STRENGTHS: photography, singing, guitar, sketching, smoking, sleeping.
WEAKNESSES: women, confrontations, recoverring, working, lying.
LIKES: chapped lips, pot, jersey sheets, postits, illegally downloaded music, soft skin, coffee, sims, sex, skating, bitchy girls, cigarettes.
DISLIKES: testosterone, drama, strong perfume, bright lights, schedules, being put in the middle, commitment, health food, brown, fit boys.
FLAWS: gets way too intense, can't stand confrontations, hates being rushed and therefore freaks out every time he is.
HABITS: chain smokes both cigarettes and joints, taps his feet constantly to whatever song is playing or in his head, stays quiet when he should speak up.
SECRETS: he's gotten a girl pregnant before, but then she ran off and he has no idea what's happened. was smacked around by a few of his mom's boyfriends growing up, so treats any woman he's with, friend or not, like a princess.
BEST MEMORY: the first time he picked up a guitar.
WORST MEMORY: the last time he ever saw the girl he'd fallen hardest for getting into a taxi and leaving.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Nolan is probably one of the sweetest boys that a girl could ever ask for. He's calm and patient, and due to his abusive stepfather, treats any female that he encounters like a princess. He can't stand to see girls' tears, which is why he's pretty much a doormat to them all and constantly gets his heart broken. However, it doesn't stay broken for long. He frequents women like a pimp does, bedding a different one nearly every night. It's not because he thinks women are dispensable- no, not at all. He just wants to fill the void that's been in him since he was a little boy. And somehow it appeals to him that moving from girl to girl to girl will someday convince one of them into staying for more than the night. And instead of treating them like shit, he normally makes them breakfast if they stay that long, and it actually hurts him when they leave. He's just a hopeless romantic, and probably won't stop searching for a void-filler until he finds one, if he ever does. It's another reason why he turns to cigarettes and drugs. They're more fillers. He won't ever admit that, though, he doesn't even subconsciously know what he's doing. He just does it to feel better about everything. The girl, his family life, etc. He just scapegoats his problems onto women and drugs and smokes in a form of self-comforting himself. He also turns to music sometimes, but that often depresses him even more, and he ends up lighting a joint and smoking himself to sleep. It's a vicious cycle, really...sex, depression, drugs, rinse lather and repeat. However, it's all he's known since he was fifteen, so he doesn't really have much control over it since it's been the norm for him for over four years.

Not that he doesn't have his little pissy mood-swings. Honestly, the only real reason he would ever raise his voice or react negatively would be a lack of cigarettes. Yes, it's a disgusting little habit of his, but it's a habit nonetheless and he is one hundred percent dedicated to it. When put through nicotine withdrawal, the boy's thoughts catch up with him and he gets so fussy and fidgety that the tiniest thing will send him over the edge, which is a drastic change to his normal composure. He's prone to swearing, name calling, throwing, and mostly surprising the shit out of you. This sweet little man-child that will stand by holding a door for a group of twenty-plus, snapping and calling you an annoying little cunt? It's quite shocking. And it's also very rare, and easily avoidable; just give him his fix. He also gets annoyed with those who turn up their noses to smoking and those who smoke any time of the day. He thinks it's his personal choice and none of their business or concerns. It's one of the few things that will bother him, when somebody will walk by and make a face or do the exaggerated hacking cough in his direction. It just drives him absolutely insane. Another thing that really can set him off at any time? Itchy things. Itchy shirts, itchy sheets, itchy hats. He's just about as OCD as it gets when it comes to attire and comfort...everything has to fit not too snugly and not too losely; the sleeves can't stretch out; the collar has to sit just right on his shoulders. Which is generally why everything he has is more for comfort than for looks. Cotton tees, knit hats, jersey sheets, etc. He likes being snug and warm, basically.

Another thing that Nolan is is insecure. He won't ever openly admit this, or call himself ugly or anything, but in some part of his mind he will never feel good enough for anything. Which is why he literally latches on to and clings to any scrap of hope of a functioning relationship he can get. He simply thinks he won't ever get another chance like it, and basically smothers the girl until she runs screaming. He doesn't mean to, though. What he mistakes as caring and affectionate comes off as forward and annoying- calling her once she left his house to make sure she got home alright, texting her good morning, making her mix cds...basically he's a sucker for romance, like previously mentioned before. He's one of those rare breeds that actually cares about the mind and heart attached to the lips, chest, hips and legs. And sadly, no girl has really come to appreciate or value that yet. He gets looked over because he's messy, too nice, or reeks of cigarette smoke. He's not perfect, far from it, and he'll be the first to admit that. He just has this bad habit of giving a girl an excuse to leave as quickly as she can.

Lastly, the most important thing about Nolan would probably be his tendency to over-analyze everything. Sure, he's laid-back and nonchalant for mostly everything, but every now and then something will rub him the wrong way and he'll spend countless minutes trying to figure something out. He just has to make something out of everything- which would normally cause immense loads of drama, but the thing is, Nolan keeps these thinking's to himself. He bottles literally everything up inside, which normally contributes to the fearsome emotional explosions whenever he's off his smokes. He supresses his emotions and thoughts until he can't anymore, and lets them go the first chance he gets at an excuse. It's actually pretty smart, since he's able to then blame it on lack of sleep or nicotine, which would logically make anybody cranky. And once he finds the girl whose willing to argue that fact with him and keep asking him what's wrong and actually following through and caring, then his life will pretty much be complete. And he still holds onto that little fabrication of hope, believing for a few brief seconds that any girl who looks his way is mrs. right.

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AND WE'LL BOTH GROW OLD ,[/color]
CHARACTER HISTORY ,
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HOMETOWN: essex
PARENTS: peter watkins, 58, unknown.
isobel pierce, 47, waitress.
SIBLINGS: daniel pierce, 14, deceased.
OTHER: sebastian, papillion.
LIVING SITUATION: dorms
HISTORY: A long, long time ago, in England, a man and a woman fell in love. Or rather, a man and a girl. The girl was seventeen, the man was twenty-eight. He was even her world history teacher! It all started as innocent after-school session, until Isobel Pierce began hiking up her skirt and showing off those killer legs that she had going for her. Peter Watkins was hopeless and took the bait, and they began seeing each other underneath the school's radar. Instead of going to proms, he whisked her off to Paris. She was head over heels for the attractive young man, and she was his wet school girl dream come true. Things got very serious between them and they began sleeping with each other on countless occasions, be it in his car, her house before her parents came home, school, or his apartment. She was infatuated, and he was absorbed in the little teeny-bopper blond bombshell. It went on like this until she graduated, and shortly after, he talked her into completely cutting college out of her grand-scheme equation and they soon became engaged. Upon dropping the news to her parents, Isobel was quickly kicked out of the house, causing her to grab Peter and run, eloping off to the neighboring city of Essex. Soon after, she dropped the bomb that she was eight-weeks pregnant, and it had to be his. Considering they were already financially challenged and living in a shitty apartment complex with one bedroom and a split-room living room kitchen, he didn't take this too lately. He disappeared for three days, and came back scheming and drunk. He'd found work as a project manager near by, which would pay far worse than his public high school teaching job, and for a while it seemed like they would be okay. They went through all the motions, doctors appointments, parenting classes, etc, and eventually Daniel was born.

Six years later and things were still running semi-smoothly. Isobel got herself a job at the daycare center Daniel had attended, and things were still going well with Peter and his company. However, Isobel got pregnant again around this time, and things all went downhill from there. She had to quit her job, which was roughly a good third of the family's income. It hit them hard, and with two jobs they were hardly able to support Daniel, who had ADHD and OCD and required a lot of additional care and medication. And with another child along the way, life with the teacher's pet wasn't looking so great for Peter anymore. Isobel had lost her luster, gained some weight, and stopped dressing up day-to-day. Quite frankly, it ruined Peter's sexual attraction to her almost completely. He threw himself into work and began cheating and staying as late as he could at the office to avoid fussy Daniel and whiny Isobel. He quickly started the detonation process of the family the second he lost faith in Isobel. As her stomach grew, so did Peter's testing patience, and when Nolan was brought into the world, Peter didn't last too long after that. In fact, he made it about seven long, hard years before annulling the marriage and abandoning ship, leaving the pieces to fall around him.

That was where things began to go dark. Isobel completely let herself go and picked up nasty habits along the way. At this point, Daniel was fourteen, and Nolan seven. Isobel began using cocaine, smoking, dressing and acting promiscuously...that, on top of the abandonment of his father, pushed little Daniel over the edge. He retreated into the back room of their apartment with his father's old hand gun and blew his brains out one night their mother was out. The first one to find him was Nolan, which was enough to about scar the poor child for the rest of his entire life. He's now terrified of guns. Upon returning home, Isobel had a nervous breakdown and shipped herself and Nolan overseas to America, settling down in New Jersey. She began bringing 'round various men to keep her company, since neither of her sons were enough. Well, it turned out that Isobel had little self-esteem thanks to Peter's constant criticism and unrealistic expectations of her, so she aimed low and brought home common bar scum. It was only a matter of time until one of them raised their hand to her, another raped her mercilessly then left, one robbed her of what little she had, and finally, one beat Nolan senseless. Nolan dealt with it until he was sixteen, working two jobs to save up money for himself, and then emancipated himself and bought his own apartment. He quickly traveled south to Northridge to escape the woman, sick to death of her selfish antics and the horrible essence that just hung in the air when she was around.

Nowadays, Nolan keeps himself completely and totally separated from the woman, refusing to contact her or even think about her. However, he's clearly picked up a few nasty habits from the woman. He chain-smokes like only Isobel could, and he's dabbled in drugs harder than weed before...mainly crack cocaine. Oh, and the countless need to bring home lady friends every hour of the night most definitely comes from his mother's constant craving for affection. Currently, the boy lives in a self-funded apartment complex living from paycheck to paycheck from various jobs that he picks up and drops along the way. At the moment the boy works as a waiter and frequents open mic cafes on the side. He's also bought a dog somewhere along the way, a papillion named Sebastian (Bas, for short.) He had an extremely serious girlfriend at some point, but things didn't end well and sent him reeling into a horrible downward spiral for over a year until he pulled an Isobel and began frequenting girl after girl after girl, trying to find a replacement girl for the one that completely shattered his heart so many months before.

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COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]

YOUR NAME: noah
GENDER: f
AGE: 16
RP EXPERIENCE: lots.
OTHER CHARACTERS: n/a.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

cecilia narrowed her greyish eyes at him. she couldn't seriously believe he was still trying to punish her for something that she thought they were both over. she rubbed her forehead annoyed, trying to soothe the pounding head ache she was getting. reaching over for the bottle again, she tilted her head back and took a huge swig of it, consuming more booze than should be possible for such a tiny girl in one sip. she was so beyond sick of this. she just wanted him to hold her, and tell her everything was alright, and how much he loved her. but it was zeus. and since she wouldn't do it either, she had a hard time believing he would. still, it was a little fantasy inside her mind. how things would go if she got to write the scripts. the girl was definately a closeted helpless romantic. she fit the defintion to a tee. she looked to guys to make her feel loved and wanted, but most of them didn't mean anything to her. and they didn't do anything to help the gaping hole in her heart. she winced slightly as the liquid burned her throat, but she stomached it and swallowed it quickly.

she wrapped the towel around her tighter as he stepped forward towards her. she was getting slightly nervous. most of their fights ended up getting carried away. and when they got carried away, they started yelling at eachother. and when she went over the line... last time she'd gone over the line, he'd slapped her. but she didn't take any steps back. she wasn't afraid of him or anything. and she knew he'd think she was if she backed down. she stuck her chin out slightly, staring at him right back in the eyes as he spoke in harsh tones with her. she glared at him as he told her that this was why she couldn't ever be in a serious relationship. she opened her mouth to say something back to him, tell him how ridiculous and pompous he was being, but then he started up again. she simply rolled her eyes when he said it was a turn off. like she gave a fuck.

but then he continued. he didn't even have to finish the sentance. it hurt enough. her mouth was open slightly still, and her eyes changed from agressive and defensive to pure hurt. ouch. that had seriously killed her. it took her a few minutes of just staring at him in a mixture of disgust and disbelief to regain both her composure and her voice. and then her face contorted back into a cold, blank expression. ... i can't believe you just said that. cecilia finally spoke, her eyes betraying her hurt again. she looked away, wrapping the towel around her tighter than ever now. she felt cold suddenly. her hand came to her mouth, and she quietly bit down on her thumb nail, trying desprately not to start bawling.

as she felt him grab onto her wrist, she didn't even move. she was still in shock that he'd actually say that to her. she just stared at his hand wrapped around her bony wrist. she didn't even protest as he pulled her towards the stairs. she'd kept her mouth shut ever since he'd told her to shush. she was still too stunned and insulted to do anything different. she felt so much like screaming at the top of her lungs at him as he tried to sneak her up the stairs, but she was a little bit wasted right now, and she could barely walk in a straight line. so she imagined that it would completely suck the energy out of her if she started hollering. so she just followed him up the stairs like a good little girl, not even trying to free herself of his grip. she was using her free hand to keep the towel draped around her shoulders and tiny frame. but she didn't allow him to keep giving her hand friendly squeezes. every time he did, she twisted her wrist slightly, trying to squirm her hand away from his.

she nearly fell over when he turned the corner and pulled her into his room. she felt him squeeze her hand again. she pointedly jerked her hand again. she half wished his mom and whoever'd been with her would walk in. she just wanted to go home and sleep at this point and time. she was miserable and upset and wasted. and she didn't have a ride home, either. and she doubted that he'd want to give her a ride home. so that meant she was stuck here until she could remember where she left her phone. or if she got the guts to go down and ask his mom, wrapped in nothing more than her underwear, bra, and a towel.

she took a few wobbly steps towards the wall closet towards her, and she looked at all of the glow in the dark things on it. she was too caught up in her own little drunken world to notice that he'd changed. she only noticed when he'd clamped onto her hand again and pulled her forwards. she let out a whiney noise, not able to stand up straight. she didn't pull away this time because she didn't exactly have the strength to. she was extremely tired, and now all she wanted to do was curl up in her warm, snuggly bed and sleep for a week.

credit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse

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[Daphne Hayes]

this is great! he sounds awesome, welcome to the site!


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