Post by vytx on Oct 27, 2008 16:03:00 GMT -5
Nicholas Sanct
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"If you come with me,"[/size]
"Things will not be the same."
•• i just watched her make the same mistakes again[/i][/color] ••[/center][/size]
name, Nicholas Vincent Sanct[/b][/i]
nicknames , Nick, Nicky
gender , Male
age , seventeen
date of birth , December 1, 1991
sexuality , straight
major or grade , Junior
Clique , The Heartbreakers•• what's wrong, what's wrong now? ••
hair colour , Blonde
eye colour , Green
build , Toned and slender
height , 5’ 9”
weight , 130 lbs
paragraph ,
In general Nicholas takes after his father in looks more then he does his mother. Nicholas has the same blonde hair of his father and the same facial features. Like his father he is fairly slender and has an athletic build because of his love for playing European football (soccer). About the only thing he has from his mother are his green eyes and smile.
played by , Alex Pettyfer
Canon or Original , Original
•• too many, too many problems ••
[/b][/i]home town , London, Great Britain
mother , Catherine Sanct
father , David Sanct
brothers , none
sisters , none
other , Aunt Lindsey, Uncle John, and his two younger cousin Chris and David.
•• don't know where she belongs ••
[/b][/i][/center]history ,
Nicholas Vincent Sanct was born on December 1, 1991 in London, England. Both his parents were British and his father had a very well paying job at British Petroleum. Growing up in London, in a family with quite a bit of cash, Nicholas had the best of everything. The finest clothes, the finest food, the finest cars, the finest private jets, and the finest service that could be bought were all at his finger tips because of his father’s wealth. At the age of 7 he had his own butler, which he had no problem getting used to as he was surrounded by servants since he was born. In every way, in every essence, Nicholas had the best and was spoiled to the point where he took everything for granted. Not to mention, Nicholas went to the finest boarding schools and prep-schools, where he actively engaged in sports especially football. If there was one thing he was obsessed with, other then girls, it was football and Chelsea FC. In school he was known for being very charming and kind to those around him, but he did have an aggressive competitive streak to him. On more then one occasion he got into a fist fight over some relatively small issue that just seemed to make him angry at that point in time. Nicholas wouldn’t take any disrespect from anyone, even if they were older and stronger then him. He would win some fights and loose others. On top of that he had a habit for gambling, his father handing him handfuls of cash every weekend meant that he always had extra to gamble away at poker games after school on Friday from when he was fourteen onwards. He was popular, especially with the girls, who he went out of the way to impress and get to date him; but once he got a girl to go out with him and sleep with him, he moved on to another girl.
One or two fights at school, a couple of angry parents from ex-girlfriends, two or three visits from the cops over gambling, and the fact that he borrowed his father’s Aston Martin DBS and crashed it into a tree didn’t help his image with his parents. Without a driver’s license he had decided to impress a girl he was interested in by picking her up in his father’s sports car, on the way over though he had decided to give it a little speed test and wrapped the car around a tree. It had been all over the news and his father’s name was mentioned, which wasn’t good for British Petroleum. Nicholas’s father wouldn’t talk to him for about a week, and his mother didn’t know what to do, they thought Nicholas had lost it or something. So they decided he needed to get away from his friends that were influencing him, and hopefully he would straighten out. So they sent him to Miami to live with his aunt and uncle and two younger cousins. Nicholas was by no means pleased by this decision; going from a life of luxury to living in an apartment in downtown Miami with a public attorney did not make him a happy person. His father didn’t even let him take the family’s private jet to Miami; instead he bought his son an economy class seat on a British Airways flight. Sitting in an economy class seat wearing an Armani sports coat, sun glasses, and dress shoes reading GQ magazine, he looked quite out of place compared to the middle class family from Texas sitting next to him. When he arrived at the Miami International he didn’t particularly appreciate the airport security or waiting in line at passport control to be processed, instead he walked around the barricades and ignored the guards who proceeded to tackle Nicholas. In a most embarrassing phone call, Nicholas’s father had to make a phone call to the Miami police department and the chief of police had to personally go over to Miami International to sort out the problem. Meanwhile his aunt and uncle had been waiting at the airport for several hours when he finally met them.
When introduced to his younger cousins, both identical five year old twins, and his aunt and uncles apartment in downtown Miami he was less then thrilled. The four bedrooms, two and half bathroom, apartment was the least impressive place Nicholas had ever lived. So far he disliked the states and Miami; it wasn’t much compared to his life in London. About the only things he did enjoy were the beach, the warm weather, and the girls on the beach. He spent the better part of his first summer in Miami trying to pick up girls. Other then that he did relatively nothing, other then get a drivers license and purchase a car, a Ford Mustang. Nicholas often wondered how his uncle and aunt felt about him at first, the fact that he had come from a world of luxury and his inheritance would almost guarantee he would never have to work, while his uncle was a public defense attorney living a high rise apartment building with his family. One day out of boredom, he went with his uncle to work and over lunch asked his uncle what he thought of him. His uncle John told him that he was a good kid but he needed to straighten out his priorities. Nicholas has given some thought to that statement but not too much.
personality ,
Nicholas is adventurous, charming, and rather competitive; all of those traits come from his father who was mirror image of his son when he was younger although Nicholas doesn’t know it. His father has done his best to hide the fact that he was like Nicholas because he thinks it would only encourage him and give him an excuse to act the way he does. Nicholas will do anything to get what he wants, whether its girls or winning at some game, Nicholas doesn’t quit until he is finished. Which puts him at odds with his father usually; both want the last word, both want to feel like they can control the other. Nicholas’s mother was the only one that could ever break them up when they were having an argument.
When it comes to girls Nicholas is what some may call a player, he is constantly hooking up and breaking up and often cheating somewhere in between. He views girls as being useful for two things, bragging rights and pleasure. More girls have run away crying from him, and then have actually broken up with him. His parent’s weren’t particularly fond of this trait either, especially when they caught him messing around with a girl in his bedroom back in London. What shocked his mother the most was the fact that he went on a date with a different girl later that day. Nicholas doesn’t necessarily care whose heart he breaks, he has yet to find a girl he truly cares about, when he does though he will be as loyal to her as he is to his friends.
Nicholas is very loyal to his friends and would literally do just about anything for them regardless of the circumstances. At least two of the fights he got in back in London were over things that had to do with his friends. Adam, probably his best friend, who he had known since he had started school, was often picked on for being a bit of a computer nerd. Nicholas punched a guy in the face for spitting on Adam, and by the time the fight was over the guy needed stitches.
likes ,
Girls
Martial Arts
Sport Cars
Poker
Football (soccer)
Hanging out with friends
Jazz and Blues and Classic Rock music
Charming girls
Playing piano
Partying
Drinking
Defending his friends
His younger cousins
His dog
dislikes ,
Living in an apartment in downtown Miami
Disrespect
Rap music
American Football
Bullies
School
Most authority figures
Cats
fears ,
What friends think about him
Not eventually finding a true girl friend
Not being the best at whatever he is doing
hopes ,
To go back to London
Buy a better car
Eventually straighten things out with his father
secrets ,
Wants to be a professional musician
Got stabbed in the arm over a game of poker once
He might loose his inheritance if he doesn’t change
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•• she wants to go home
[/i][/color] ••[/center][/size]your name , Vic
age , 16
Random fact: , I've lived in four different countries
experience , four years
password , keyboardrehab
sample ,
It was a fairly usual summer day for Nicholas as he sat in his aunt and uncle’s apartment. His Uncle John was off at his office or in some court room working as a public defense attorney, and his aunt was off shopping for groceries while Nicholas was stuck watching after his two younger cousins Jared and Sean. A task that Nicholas didn’t really look forward to, watching a pair of identical five year old twins was not his idea of a great way to spend a summer afternoon. But then again he hadn’t have much in the way of fun since he had arrived in Miami in America. Coming from a wealthy family in London, he was used to high class parties and the elite social circles to keep him entertained when he wasn’t playing soccer or rugby with his friends. In Miami, other then spending sometime on the beach trying to pickup girls, he had spent most of his time in his aunt and uncles apartment which didn’t necessarily make him happy. But what could he do, he had only been in Miami for two months and didn’t have any real friends, all of his real friends were back in London.
Luckily for him both of his cousins were napping and so he had some silence for once and was lucky enough to catch a soccer game on one of the Spanish channels. It wasn’t necessarily a game he would prefer to watch, a Chelsea FC game would have been much better, but it was all he could find. It didn’t matter though; his mind was on other things then the game, like starting school in a week and not knowing anyone and being the new kid. It wasn’t that he had necessarily decided to come to Miami; he was more forced into it by his parents. Forced to leave his friends and the life of luxury of the upper classes in London to live with his middle class aunt and uncle in their apartment in downtown Miami, Nicholas was not pleased with the situation. He knew he was somewhat to blame for his predicament, having gotten into trouble with the law and caused enough problems to get his parents angry enough to send him away. They thought a change of scenery and friends would make their son a better person but Nicholas didn’t see it that way. All he had to do was make the right friends and life could go back to the way it was, except in Miami instead of London, he thought. Then again he thought, maybe it was time to straighten up and then he could go back to London. But why he should he change if he was happy, he continued to think. That was the paradox of Nicholas’s life, whether or not to be the fine young gentleman his parents wanted, or to be the adventurous person he already was.
Just as one of the teams scored on TV his aunt walked in carrying four grocery bags and Nicholas jumped up to help her. “Thank you Nicholas,” his aunt said as they set the bags down on the counter, “How were the kids?” Nicholas replied, “Not that bad, they’ve been sleeping for awhile now,” he paused, “would it be ok if I went out for awhile before dinner.” His aunt Lindsey continued to put away the groceries and said, “Sure Nicholas, just be sure your home for dinner at seven.” Nicholas grabbed his keys out of his room and threw on polo shirt, slacks, and sandals. Passing his aunt on his way out he said, “I’ll be back at seven.” Taking the elevator down to the parking garage he figured he would go hang out on the board walk for a few hours before dinner, maybe hit on some girls or find something interesting to do. Reaching the parking garage he walked over to his Ford Mustang, a nice car but still nothing compared to what his father owned or Nicholas had driven before. In fact he was a little disappointed that he hadn’t been able to get a BMW or Mercedes, that would have been a better first car in his mind; but he had been lucky enough to get a car after what he did to his father’s car back in London.
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