Post by noelin donovan on May 11, 2008 15:57:29 GMT
Tell us a little bit about yourself...
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noelin mackenzie donovan
Character Registration Information[/b] noelin is the recipe of friendly most the time. he almost sometimes seems to not have a mean bone in his body, but it only takes a few tries to get him mad at you and if you know the right strings to pull and switches to move you can get him angry fast. what makes him come off even more friendly is the fact that he has become really good with meeting new people and starting a good conversation and or just making a good impression on the first try. being around people and just being out there is what he was made for.
Full Name:noelin mackenzie donovan
Species: vampire
Grade: senior
Age: eighteen
Sexuality: does anyone that is human (werewolf,vampire,wizard,human, etc.)
Likes: bubble baths, babies, cameras, people, nature, music, markers/sharpies, shoes, bright clothes, shopping, guys, stuffed animals, bean bags, new shoes, new books, cologne, milk, orange flavored condoms, mirrors, hair, his flatiron, hair products, shampoo, 'magical' toy wands
Dislikes mean people, quiet people, dogs, cats, birds, heights, bridges, airplanes, jeepers creepers 1 and 2, most scary movies, thunder storms, tornadoes, cell phones, bright lights, white chocolate, beads, hair bows, the dark, wind, public pools, getting his hair messy, cigarettes, some alochol, gatorade, nail polish, new born babies are loud, too many tattoos, too many piercings, nose piercings, naval piercings, BIC markers, soft drinks, tape
Family Information
Home: Montreal, Canada
Mother: Sophie-Ann
Father: Gerald
Siblings: none
Children [if applicable] : has had some, but a long time ago. (dead now)
Other Family: no one
Family History:
- Noelin's father never started out wealthy, but he managed to get up sort of high in the money making business. Not saying he is extremely rich or anything, but he makes enough money to have on the side. When Gerald was born, his own family wasn't the richest or even in the middle of the economy. He didn't get all that he wanted and learned to live with what little he had and made most of it last. Though he always sought out to be more than his parents expected of him, and he studied hard and did all his work in school to get a scholar ship to the nearest college to get a good enough education. Once he made it there he thought he was going to be able to go really far, but in the end he didn't go too far, but enough to make more money than what his own two parents had made. In fact he had enough for money on the side to buy tons of things and support his family. Well, his only son and new wife.
- His mother was a very sweet lady. This is where he got his niceness from exactly, but she was soft spoken and had some problems behind her. All of that was ended with the birth of her first child. She grew up in the middle class, and wasn't at all spoiled. She was put down all the time by her father because her father wanted a son but he instead got yet another girl from his wife. It was a big family filled with all girls. Her father beat her and she never had a moment of being too happy, and the sad thing was that her mother didn't do anything about it even though she sometimes had to sit there and watch through it. It wasn't until she got out of school and ran away to live on her own that she had met Gerald who seemed like a rather nice man and she started to talk to him.
- They had become good friends and slowly over time developed a more than friend relationship, and Gerald had asked her to marry him. That was a big turning point on her as she went spirraling downward sort of as she was pregnant about two months afterwards. You would think she'd be more so happy, but she wasn't. She didn't like the idea of having birth to a baby so soon, but she went through with it as if nothing was wrong. Sophie Anne wore a mask at all times and never let her true feelings shine through at all and that was her weakness. The next nine months was filled up with random parties to cheer on the birth of a family member, and Gerald's family was more than exstatic. Sophie Anne's mother and father and family wasn't all that happy, but her father hoped for a boy. Treat it how he would if he ever had a son.
- When the time finally came for their first child to be born, it was roughly a month earlier than it should have been and the worry that it wouldn't survive hit Gerald, but Sophie Anne didn't mind at all. She was just glad that the eight months were just about over. December 19th would be both a good day and a bad day for Gerald. He had a son to take care of that he loved dearly, but his wife had died while giving birth to their child. The pain too much for her fragile and abused body to take and it finally gave way. It left Noelin with no hopes of getting to know his mother, so he lived the early portion of his life with his father rarely being there as he engorged himself in work to take his mind off his wifes death. Of course it didn't bother Noelin too much. He had nannies that he loved to play with, and enjoyed dinners with his father more than any other kid because that was almost the only time he spent with the older man.
- Years seemed to go by fast for Noelin since things were easy and simple. School came naturally to him and it must have been because of his Father's genes, but he did pretty decent in school at the begining. It wasn't until the first six years in elementary school that he realized how much he missed having his father around. All the open houses he couldn't go to because his father was too busy working or out of town that day. Or week. And people always asked him who his father was and or why he wasn't coming to open house. Worst of all they'd even ask for his mother and that'd bring tears to his eyes. That was and still is one topoic that makes him want to cry, but even then at the early age he didn't want to cry in front of all the kids in his class. Of course things seemed to get even more complicated as he reached his junior high years. They were always harsh.
- Junior High was a little awkward at first. He didn't understand quite why he needed to go to different teachers, and the fact that kids were so picky on who they hung out with. Noelin wasn't at all the cutest of anyone, and no one seemed to like him more than a friend because they said that he was too immature for his age. Though, there was one boy that liked him and sort of introduced him to the whole sexuality thing that his care takers hadn't even talked to him about. Like what was wrong, and it was here in Junior High that he second guess his own sexuality. Middle School was when he started to notice both the opposite sex and, almost surprisingly the same sex also. By seventh grade he had his very first boyfriend, and it just so happened to be one of his friends that he trusted. The boy was the last person he had thought would go that way, but they dated the whole year and no one seemed to be bothered by it at all. The last year of Junior High was horrible though!
- A new girl came into their class and Noelin thought she was the hottest thing ever besides his current boyfriend that he was still dating. Of course the girl wanted to be his friend and Noelin didn't like to not be someone's friend that wanted to be his. It was sometimes weird, but he started hanging out with her alot and then his boyfriend - Zachary - got jealous and started to assume the worst of things. It was what he did best. Because he thought Noelin was cheating on him, he broke up with the boy and he was sad. Of course he didn't date for a while after that and by the time he reconsidered to get back together with someone else he was now going into High School where things just got even more worse. People were more segregated into their own group of friends and it was just a bigger and more complicated world to oelinN. He was always the shortest guy in his classes, and here he was definitely the shortest out of the whole school.
- High School seemed to get easier to understand as the first three years went by. He went through both boyfriends and girlfriends. He was more open when it came to having a girlfriend since it seemed more normal around the school to him, but he sort of had boyfriends in secret because he feared what other people would think. Noelin took anything that people said seriously even if it was suppose to be a joke. So, he really listened to what people said to him and didn't like to do this, but by now it was more of a habit and he worried about how people judged him. Morphing into sort of what they expected him to be. Stuck behind a mask that his own mother was behind, but his was different and he still showed his emotions to a certain extent. Now he just wonders around in both his body and off to the side because he hasn't found who he was exactly yet.
Inside the Character
Personality:
angry ,, one way to get him mad is if you hurt someone that he cares about he might get mad at you. just the things that sometimes make other people mad could make him mad. smallest of things that are almost meaningless, to the biggest things. you have never seen anyone get angry until you've seen someone like noelin get mad at you. it seems like the gene pool of having an anger issue passed by his mother and went straight to him, so he isn't the best of people to try and get mad. he can't control it that much because he hasn't witness the feel of being really infuriated with someone before because he's been nice to people. they haven't had too much of a reason to yell at him.
shy ,, noelin is never shy. he loves meeting new people and just going up to you and randomly talking. of course there are points were if he isn't in a talkative mood that he wont be the first to talk to you. there is some cases where he might be shy around a person if he has some form of crush on you. he falls easily for someone. there is never a dull moment when you're around noelin because he tries to not be too shy and reserved since talking and just being out there and loud is a strength of his. he is just like a little five year old that is locked up inside of a twenty-two year old's body form.
love ,, like said before, noelin falls for people easy. hard and long. he tries to just keep crushes on a down low and not have everybody know about it. even though it is kind of hard to keep to himself since he likes to talk a whole lot and there is no telling what can come out. he doesn't fall in love with someone off the bat because that takes his feelings being around for a long time. he just normally has a small crush on a few people here and there all of the time since he falls for people right and left. but his weakness in this department is the fact that if he loses the person he still cares for them or he just holds regrets. although, he doesn't have much of an experience in this department, so he can't say he has been in love persay.
romantic ,, he can't do this worth anything. he tries to be romantic sometimes, but he never can do it successfully because he would second guess himself and think that it's too corny or just plain out stupid that he gives up and never goes through with it. noelin wont admit confidently that something is his weakness, but this is something that he can't deny and it doesn't look too good. being a big ol' 'romantic' is just a sad subject for him: if it was a class in school, he'd fail it with the lowest of grades because he'd make a zero in it probably. anyway, even though he can't be romantic at all, he likes to try and be sometimes with friends as a joke.
sad ,, noelin absolutely dreads crying in public or showing people he doesn't even know when he is sad. that's why he normally bottles up his sadness when it happens and just waits till he gets home in his room to cry and vent out on the pillow that he talks to. or one of his many stuffed animals that he has a wide collection on. there was two times in his life that aiden could recall crying his eyes out, which the first one was when it really hit him hard that he didn't have a mother since she had died and he wouldn't get to know her. that tears up every kid if they lose a parent, whether they knew them and had memories or if they didn't.
expressive ,, the way noelin loves to express himself is normally when he is alone in a room with his guitar. or whenever he has pen and paper with crayons, a simple camera, or a microphone so he could sing. he loves more than anything to just sit down and draw pictures of clothes, and random things that come to his mind. simple words of 'singing', or drawing can't even be the begining of the way he just loves to express himself. of course someone who is loud has to have a creative side, so, aiden does somewhat. singing whenever he can, he feels free and just weightless, which could be a downfall all in its own. also, the bad thing about singing in public is the fact that it's normally very dark in the clubs, so he can't see anything and he gets scared because of the lonesome fact he doesn't know what's there. but there is still other ways that he can be expressive without having to sing out in front of a crowd because drawing and just sitting around fulfills his creativity need just as much.
flirting ,, as much as he'd want to think that he is big stuff and can get whomever he wants (not really), he is so bad at flirting. it's the same thing with flirting as it is with him trying to be romantic with someone he likes. because he lacks some of the experience with having relationshiops with people he doesn't flirt all that much, even though he does try to whenever he goes out to clubs. although he has had some opening up and has a tendancy to do a little more flirting around even though he doesn't like to. besides worrying about his friend, he goes out and parties a whole lot more since he knew how some people would react.
obsessive! ,, noelin has OCD. he has to have things in a certain way in his room, or in his locker, or just anywhere that he is staying or he will freak out. he has to always have only one light on in the house, and has to have all the windows locked, and rooms spotless. he can sometimes be bad. depending on your opinion on how people act and stuff, having OCD could be both you weakness and strength all at the same time because at times it could be really annoying. especially when it embarrasses you in front of someone important, but it helps you live a little bit of a better life if you have to keep things clean because you live in a clean environment. that's how aiden is, he is mostly just a clean freak and stuff. his OCD isn't as severe as most cases from[/ul]
Goals: find someone to befriend, find true love, not die any time soon.
Bad Habits: being open minded, too loud, falling easily for people.
Abilities: strength, can read people's mind, very observant, can model
Physical Appearance and Attributes
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 191
Eyes: blue
Hair: vaires between brown, black and blonde
Celebrity: alex mckee
Phobias: water, love, the dark, heights,
rp sample:
His day was just starting out how it normally was when he woke up from a deep and restless slumber in his warm bed with stuffed animals caving in around him about to fall over. Stretching out his arms over his head, he looked around his room and out the translucent window with the sunlight streaming in with a faint yellow tint to it due to the draping curtains on the rim of the window. It was what he woke up to every single morning, but today wasn't a school day so he didn't have much to very little planned for his day today. Cinnamon probably would see if any of his friends were going out and wouldn't mind him tagging along with them. Of course the only person he could think that might even be able to tolerate his quietness was Tibby.
Tibby was now his mind set as he crawled out of bed by pushing down the blanket passed his naval, and then crawling to the edge of his bed and slid off and onto the cold wooden floor that sent small shivers up his spine as his feet came into contact with it. Even if he did have knee high socks on that weren't at all the same type of socks, and a pair of shorts on that was compared underneath a long white tank top that was a little loose on his frail and fragile body. Wrapping his arms slowly around himself, he made his way to the bathroom and flipped on the light switch before dragging his feet to the sink to brush his teeth. After brushing and running a comb through his pretty decent hair, he stared blankly at his reflection with his hazel toned eyes. There wasn't any sound coming from the house, so Dameon and Lucy Anne must have already taken off to work.
More free time to wander aimlessly around the house before going out actually.
Traveling back into his room, he avoided the dresser with all of his clothes and went straight for his cell phone. Not to call Tibby because it'd be hard to inform him on what he wanted to do today since Cinnamon still hadn't talked to anyone yet. So, picking up the phone, he licked at his lips absentmindedly as he flipped open the phone and scanned down his contact list to find the name he was looking for. For someone who hadn't spoken in six years he had a ton of numbers in on his contact lists. Only three that he even communicated honestly, but he liked to keep the list long so he could feel a little special. Pressing into the phone, he sent this message to Tibby on his own cell phone that he hopefully had turned on and would answer or come to The Cafe. 'hai tibby-boo. going to the cafe , u want to come with me?' Not bothering to stick around to see if he replied to it, he set the phone on his bed comforter and decided to finally get dressed.
Dressed now in a pair of tight forming jeans that outlined his legs perfectly as they shaped over the contours of his legs and slender hip. Making his ass look big too, which was a sometimes good thing, but he didn't care. They fit him and he didn't care. A simple leather belt with a big buckle was going through his belt loops, and he wore a simple black t-shirt underneath the winter jacket he put on. Sure it wasn't at all cold outside, but he just wanted to have something to hide in when he got a little uncomfortable when he went out. Turning around a few times as he faced the body length mirror that hung behind his bedroom door, he gave himself a gentle smile. Lip piercings glinting in the clourecent bedroom light. Walking over to slip into his converses that he'd take time to tie when he got to the cafe, he grabbed his cell phone and shoved it in his pocket. Now it was off to the Cafe.
Locking up the house behind him, he made his way to the rather short but long walk to the Cafe that he was hoping to meet his friend at. It wasn't too early, only around eleven in the morning and Tibby should be up. If not, then Cinnamon hoped he had woken that boy up from his slumber. He needed to get out instead of wasting daylight sleeping in his own comfortable comforters. Rubber shoes thudded against the concrete as he made his way on to the Cafe and recieving a few stares from girls that he passed by. Was he looking bad today? He hoped not as he went into the Cafe and sat down at a booth type of thing that was perfect for just a group of friends even if it was just going to be Cinnamon and Tibby. Sitting there and getting comfortable in the cushiony seats, he wiggled around in his seat just for the fun of it and he could hear the squeaking noises it made as he did so. Thinking it wasn't going to be a bother, he just got an order for himself for a glass of water as he waited. Cell phone being tossed between his two hands.
Tibby was now his mind set as he crawled out of bed by pushing down the blanket passed his naval, and then crawling to the edge of his bed and slid off and onto the cold wooden floor that sent small shivers up his spine as his feet came into contact with it. Even if he did have knee high socks on that weren't at all the same type of socks, and a pair of shorts on that was compared underneath a long white tank top that was a little loose on his frail and fragile body. Wrapping his arms slowly around himself, he made his way to the bathroom and flipped on the light switch before dragging his feet to the sink to brush his teeth. After brushing and running a comb through his pretty decent hair, he stared blankly at his reflection with his hazel toned eyes. There wasn't any sound coming from the house, so Dameon and Lucy Anne must have already taken off to work.
More free time to wander aimlessly around the house before going out actually.
Traveling back into his room, he avoided the dresser with all of his clothes and went straight for his cell phone. Not to call Tibby because it'd be hard to inform him on what he wanted to do today since Cinnamon still hadn't talked to anyone yet. So, picking up the phone, he licked at his lips absentmindedly as he flipped open the phone and scanned down his contact list to find the name he was looking for. For someone who hadn't spoken in six years he had a ton of numbers in on his contact lists. Only three that he even communicated honestly, but he liked to keep the list long so he could feel a little special. Pressing into the phone, he sent this message to Tibby on his own cell phone that he hopefully had turned on and would answer or come to The Cafe. 'hai tibby-boo. going to the cafe , u want to come with me?' Not bothering to stick around to see if he replied to it, he set the phone on his bed comforter and decided to finally get dressed.
Dressed now in a pair of tight forming jeans that outlined his legs perfectly as they shaped over the contours of his legs and slender hip. Making his ass look big too, which was a sometimes good thing, but he didn't care. They fit him and he didn't care. A simple leather belt with a big buckle was going through his belt loops, and he wore a simple black t-shirt underneath the winter jacket he put on. Sure it wasn't at all cold outside, but he just wanted to have something to hide in when he got a little uncomfortable when he went out. Turning around a few times as he faced the body length mirror that hung behind his bedroom door, he gave himself a gentle smile. Lip piercings glinting in the clourecent bedroom light. Walking over to slip into his converses that he'd take time to tie when he got to the cafe, he grabbed his cell phone and shoved it in his pocket. Now it was off to the Cafe.
Locking up the house behind him, he made his way to the rather short but long walk to the Cafe that he was hoping to meet his friend at. It wasn't too early, only around eleven in the morning and Tibby should be up. If not, then Cinnamon hoped he had woken that boy up from his slumber. He needed to get out instead of wasting daylight sleeping in his own comfortable comforters. Rubber shoes thudded against the concrete as he made his way on to the Cafe and recieving a few stares from girls that he passed by. Was he looking bad today? He hoped not as he went into the Cafe and sat down at a booth type of thing that was perfect for just a group of friends even if it was just going to be Cinnamon and Tibby. Sitting there and getting comfortable in the cushiony seats, he wiggled around in his seat just for the fun of it and he could hear the squeaking noises it made as he did so. Thinking it wasn't going to be a bother, he just got an order for himself for a glass of water as he waited. Cell phone being tossed between his two hands.