Post by lirie on Jan 23, 2012 14:59:40 GMT -5
nicholas aldrich
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: none;,true][cs=2][atrb=width,300] hey there. the name's nicholas aldrich! i go by nick too if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am twenty-six & loving it. oh. you've heard that I'm straight? & that I'm from Kensington, West London? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta get going, unemployed millionaire is calling. see ya'! history “Have you ever felt like giving up?, like putting a gun to your head, pulling the trigger and saying goodbye to this god forsaken world and your pointless existence? Fuck, I have, more times than I can count really, but I never had the guts, that and the fact that I had a select few people in my life who I didn[[+-’t want to leave behind. Looking back know I think, you stupid fuck, they’re gone now anyway, my sister, her kids, they were my reason for living and I lost them, what do I live for now? I’m still not sure; why don’t I just end it?, Because I don’t have the balls. You’re probably reading this right now wondering what the bloody hell I’m blabbering on about, thinking I’m off my trolley, which I am. The only way I could have the above make sense to you is if I went back, back to when I was still an almost normal guy and build up to how I ended up as mad as a hatter. Alright then, here goes it… I was born on a warm summer, just kidding, I’m not going to waste your time with drawn out bullocks like you read in romance novels, short and sweet is more like it I’d say. I was born and raised in Kensington, which is in West London, my family was the richest of them all, and I know what you’re thinking now, you’re thinking my mind’s so messed up because mommy and daddy did something to mess me up and if you do think that you can sod off, because my parents were the best in the world. My sister and I were raised with the best morals and values you could imagine, storybook type of cack, but unlike in fairytales, things didn’t end happily even after. I was sixteen when it happened, when my world did a back flip and landed on its effing face, my mother and father were on their way home from a meeting with my teachers when they were brutally shot down by some common thieves looking for a quick buck, I know what you’re thinking again, it’s probably something like ‘boo-hoo rich little british boy, this happens everyday to a lot of people.” But that wasn’t what really fucked me up, sure it did a number on me, but it was what I went through after my parents death that brought me here. My sister, who was married by the time this happened, took me in, I was the son that wasn’t really planned, but loved all the same, and she had two little nippers, twins, and she was married to this guy I didn’t really like much, I had a feeling that something was off about him, he seemed too nice, but I shrugged it off, figuring my sister, who was eighteen when they got married and only twenty-one when they had the twins, was a better judge of character than me. I finished school and did my best to help as much as I could with the kids, I felt like a Burdon on them and on top of that I felt guilty for my parents’ death, you see, the only reason they were out that night was because I got in a fight at school with a boy that had been bullying me all year, I was taught violence was wrong, but I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I stood up for myself and learned that I was much stronger than I thought, because not only did I take down my bully, but also two other brutish blokes who always came to his rescue when it looked like he was about to loose. I felt even guiltier when my sister and her husband started arguing about me, I still had that off feeling about the bloke but kept it in the back of my mind. I just wanted to die, suicidal thoughts were common for me since the death of my parents, everything after that felt pointless, the only reason I held on was because of my sister and her children I had grown to love so much. After I finished school I joined the Bobbies, which you Americans call cops and soon moved out of my sisters’ home, I still spent a lot of time with my sister and her children, but it seemed like her husband was always away on business. To be honest, neither me nor my sister needed to work, we had inherited enough money to last us a lifetime, I only worked to keep myself busy and my mind of the ways I could kill myself and I had a suspicion her husband only worked to have an excuse to get away from her and the kids. I knew something was wrong when I hadn’t heard from my sister in over a week, the only reason I stayed away so long was because I thought she and her husband were having problems and I figured that me meddling would only make things worse. But after a week of missed calls and voice messages I went by her house, finding my neice and nephew in the living room in front of the telly, in a pool of their own blood, bullets lodged in the back of the skulls, the place reeked and my heart raced, I screamed out my sister’s name as I ran through her house, frantically searching for her, finally finding her bloody and bruised on her bedroom floor. The rage inside of me was overwhelming, so was the guilt, I immediately knew who was responsible. It took me weeks to track the bastard down, he was in the Bahamas, sipping coctails and spending my sister’s share of our inheritance, not giving his wife or children he had brutally murdered a second thought, or so it seemed from where I watched, waiting for that opportune moment to strike, I wanted to kill him, the old me, moral me, was gone and was replaced with a sadistic, loony and borderline mental me, out to hurt the person who took the last of his family from him, simply killing him wouldn’t be enough, no, he had to feel my pain. I staked him out for a week, watched his patterns and planned my move meticulously, I was a Bobbie after all, I knew how not to get caught, I grabbed him as he left the spa one day and took him to an old abandoned warehouse, cliché I know, but believe it or not the perfect place to keep someone hostage. I won’t go into detail about the things I did to him, all I will say is that it took him two weeks to finally die, and I don’t regret it for a second; the son a bitch deserved it. I am now twenty six years old and I live in the states, just a precaution incase I slipped up somewhere, I’ve only been here a year and it has been a year since the torture of that scumbag, I have a lot of inheritance money and I enjoy every minute of spending it. I have no limitations, inhibitions or anything to keep me back from having fun. I lost my ability to love the moment his last toenail hit the concrete floor of that warehouse than night, I know the good me is in there somewhere, but I don’t want him out, this me feels nothing, regrets nothing, he’s perfect.” personality There are two sides to Nick, the side he lets take over and the side he has hidden away, the side he's forcing out of sight and out of mind in order to stop the pain, guilt and self loathing from seeping through. He comes across as a very charming, confident man, people are drawn to him very quickly and he uses that to his advantage. He only has a few friends in the states and with friends I don't mean the type of friends you tell everything, I mean the type of friends you keep around simply because you don't want to go out alone, friends he pretends to care about, who he spends his money on to keep around. The chances of Nick opening up to someone is slight to none, he trusts no one and doesn't want to either, for him it's saver that way. When it comes to relationships, Nick has none, he's the one night stand type of guy, the type who'd spend all his time trying to get you and once he has you, he leaves you, he forces himself to make it all about the sex, he won't let himself develop feelings for someone. There is another side to Nick, a side that's almost never seen, the side that did along with his sister in London. He used to be very kind and caring, he would've done anything for anyone, and helping people was all he wanted to do back then. He used to be generous, he would donate some of his inheritance to charities, for selfless reasons, he never told anyone, he still donates today, but now it’s only to impress people, nothing good is left in him, well not that he’ll let out at least. He used to treat women like greatest treasures on earth, but now they’re just another element in life he can use to make himself forget. He’s aggressive, but not toward women, toward men, it doesn’t take much to set him off and as you know, he’s more than capable of murder when he gets too angry. Nick secretly uses a lot of drugs and he loves pain in a strange way, nothing makes him feel as excited, as alive as he feels when he’s in physical pain. He’s reckless and doesn’t care about anyone, not even himself. T used to be hard for him to be this way, but now it’s hard for him not to, the good Nick is still in there somewhere, but for now, only the bad Nick roams the surface. | [atrb=width,200] |
role play sample
A day doing nothing was a day wasted, at least that’s how Nick saw it, he hated being alone for even just an hour because that’s when dark thoughts would cloud his mind and leave him depressed for days, so instead of letting that happen he decided to head out to town and find something entertaining to occupy his time with. Extreme sports like skydiving, skateboarding, dirt biking and so forth were his favorite hobbies, and because of it he basically feared nothing. After phoning up his entire list of friends and finding that they were all busy, he decided that instead of going out on his bike alone he would rather go to the beach, have a few drinks and do some ‘hunting’ which is what he called picking up girls.
After getting dressed fairly quickly he left his mansion, driving his black 1966 FORD MUSTANG GT CONVERTIBLE, one of the many cars he had collected since moving to the US a year ago, toward the beach, which was actually within walking distance. Once he arrived at the beach he headed straight to the little bar and ordered himself some whiskey whilst taking a seat at the edge of the bar. The barman smiled at the sight of Nick, he was a regular at the beach bar and a generous tipper “How are you today sir?” the young man asked him as he poured his drink. Being called sir made Nick feel old, but in a strange way important at the same time, “As bored as a midget in a theme park I’m afraid, how about you?” Nick answered as soon as the drink hit his hand, instead of looking at the barman his eyes followed a bikini clad blonde as she approached the bar. Without waiting for the barman’s response he got up, muttering and almost inaudible “excuse me.”, before approaching the girl.
“May I buy you a drink?” he asked, his voice oozing with charm and confidence and his left eyebrow arched slightly, he watched as the girl gave him a quick once over, “Sure, that’ll be nice, thank you.” She then said, sitting down as she did, putting a strand of hair behind her ear simultaneously. Small talk proceeded and Nick gave it his best to charm the girl off her feet, he used subtle ways to let her know he had money, he knew money helped, even though they’d never admit it was a factor for them, and of course he made sure he complimented her every chance he got.
Just as things were going well he heard a snarl from behind him, ‘Oh boy’ he thought, immediately knowing he was in for a verbal beating, he tried ignoring the girl but she was soon next to him, telling him that he was a pig for not calling her and he was destined to die alone, at that moment he already knew he lost all hope of getting with the other girl, so instead of arguing with his previous pray he swallowed what was left of his drink, stood up and walked away from them, he knew a lost cause when he saw it.
joseph morgan | tourist | lirie
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