Post by Nott on Jul 17, 2009 23:43:01 GMT -5
Yes, I did just use my username as his last name.
Here's your kid genius. His little sister is coming next.
Maybe after her, I'll make an antagonist.
There is still a
Light ;
Height :: Five-foot five-inches.
Weight :: 118 pounds.
Complexion :: Like the inside of an almond.
Build :: He's fairly scrawny, unfortunately for him. He doesn't get out very much. He looks a bit awkward. But that's okay.
[It's okay. You like my bangs. Don't worry, you're not the only one. No need to be self-conscious.]
Hair :: His feathery hair is dark brown, nearly red, laced with natural lighter highlights. His bangs sweep over his face, because for some ungodly reason he refuses to cut his bangs shorter than the rest of his hair. And he likes his hair long, down to his shoulders.
Eyes :: Dark green, there's a light hazel color laced throughout.
Piercings :: He has three cartilage piercings in his left ear. One red, one black, and one just plain silver. They're usually covered by his hair, though.
Tattoos :: None. Too painful, not his cake.
Outstanding features :: His neon orange and blue sneakers.
Other :: He's quite a nice looking boy, and he knows it.[/size][/font]
That
Shines On Me --- ;
Likes ::
- Girls
- Swimming
- Music
--- The Beatles
--- Classical (Violin)
--- Classic Rock
--- This Providence
- Glow Sticks
- Girls
- Snack foods
- Dogs
- Mashed potatoes
- Girls
- Reading
- A good movie, with a plot
- Writing
- School
- Fast learners
- Girls
Dislikes ::
- Know-it-all kids who challenge him. They're always incorrect.
- Judgmental morons
- Labels
- Idiots
- Medicine: Tastes like crap.
- Slackers
- Poorly written / tasteless movies or books
- Increasingly loud music
- Loud people
- People who tug on his earrings from behind.[/size][/font]
Shine until
Tomorrow ::
Strengths ::
- Kid genius
- Kid student
- Kid teenager
- Kid that's mostly normal
- Nice looking (Because that's definitely a strength)
- Sweet
- Talented with instruments
- Optimistic
- Good sense of humor
Weaknesses ::
- Loses interest quickly.
- Impatient
- Tends to rebel
- Cocky
- Somewhat self-absorbed. He's a kid genius, and he's highly attractive, what more could you wish for?
Quirks ::
- Bends the spines on his books, and always freaks out about it later.
- Dog-ears the pages, same reaction as above.
- Constantly forgetting where he puts things, loses things. Constantly spotted in lost-and-found.
[God, this book is all screwed up now. I hope the library doesn't make me pay for it again.]
Fears ::
- Being rejected
- Speaking in front of groups
- Bugs
- The dark
- Streetlights --- They make everything around them seem darker.
Hopes ::
- Continue to build his knowledge
- Make the ball and the bat connect for once
- Help his sister as much as possible
- Make more friends
- Spend more time with Zealous
Aspirations ::
- Get a job that pays well
- Graduate
- Purchase a large house and a limo-bus --- It's every kids dream, whether they know it or not.
- Grow an intimidating mustache. But not right now.
Secrets ::
- He is, in fact, a genius. He doesn't turn in (Or really do) the homework, and puts on a carefree, relaxed attitude at school, but he scores above average on tests and has enough brains and imagination for at least ten people. He could build a society if he wanted to.
- Peanut butter and pickle sandwiches are his guilty pleasure.
- He can't play a sport to save his life, the whole concept is lost for him. Though he quite likes his skateboard.
- He can use his mind to travel to Canna, though his home is in the real world. Canna is nicer, more ideal. He can do what he wants there.
- He plays violin in the home, very well, might I add. Sometimes he does it on the street for extra cash. It rakes it in, it really, really does.[/size][/font]
Let it be.
Mother :: Lorenna Nott
Father :: Bastien Nott
Siblings :: Zealous Nott [Younger sister]
Other family :: Vanity Grace Newlane [Cousin through marriage, not blood. Daughter of the English teacher at the high school, Tyler Newlane.]
[Oh, Zealous, you odd and lovely girl. Let me hug you.]
Friends :: Too many, none worth mentioning.
Pets ::
- Dog, doberman pinscher, male, named Cerberus. It's actually a very sweet thing.
- Cat, Somali breed (a type of long hair abyssinian), male, named Jobbernowl. Orange, Zealous never lets go of it. It's her cat.
History :: His father was born with above average knowledge --- not exactly to genius capabilities, but he's made it into several clubs and groups for that sort of thing. His mother is an artist --- She works out of their home, painting and sketching and then selling them for vast amounts of money. Many people have offered her jobs, but she prefers working for home much more. She's well known in their area.
As you can see, he was born into a creative, intelligent bloodline, and he inherited his father's intelligence --- only, ten fold. He's been in the Schoolwide Enrichment Model classes since kindergarten, and has had the chance to skip a few grades. He wanted to learn with his friends though, and didn't appreciate the extra attention at all. Since then, he has stopped doing his school work --- the interest faded in time, he caught onto everything very early and learned the material long before the rest of his class. He's almost certain to get a scholarship either way, the word of him has spread rather far. He wants none of it, though, he's never wanted that kind of attention.
On the up side, it does get him a lot of willing study dates. I use the word "Study" loosely.[/size][/font]
I wake up, to the sound of music ::
Mother Mary Comes To Me --- ;
Code word :: Jim, I'm a doctor, not a physicist!
[Let me play you a lullaby. Greensleeves it is.]
Role-Play sample ::
Putting his violin snugly back inside it's velvet lined case, Leo took a few deep breaths. His arms hurt from playing so often, and so quickly, but it didn't really bother him much. In the end, it was all worth it. The sound that came out of that old, hollow instrument was beautiful. You wouldn't expect it, looking at it; The thing was so old that it was turning gray, losing it's polished color, and it's sleekness was lost all together. There was a bit chipped off on the outside, but it didn't affect the sound. Thank god. This was the only material possession he really, truly valued. He couldn't have it go breaking on him.
He glanced at the clock, Zealous should be asleep by now, shouldn't she? She was thirteen already, he shouldn't have to play her lullabies. She should be able to sleep on her own by now. But seeing as it was nearly midnight, he thought it safe to assume that he could wrap it up for the night.
Pulling a book off the shelf across the living room, he tossed himself onto the couch, the springs thrusting him upwards as he landed. It hurt his back a bit, but it was fun. Everything has a con, after all. It can't be helped. He grabbed the remote that had been pressing into his back from the crack between the couch cushions, turning the television on low to his favorite music channel, not wanting to wake anyone up. After making himself comfortable again, he opened to the marked page and started at the top.
Jobbernowl came from the stairway, ripping across the room and under the piano bench, followed by an obviously tired red-head.
"Leo?" Zealous asked, squinting, "Why did you stop playing?" She glanced over at her orange cat under the piano bench. He was laying on top of the golden pedals used to alter the tone of the note.
"I've been playing for an hour, Zealous. Did something wake you up?" Leo asked, remarking his page and setting the book aside.
"No. I've been thinking, is all. I couldn't sleep. . . " She smoothed her nightgown down, and ran her fingers through her long, wavy hair. She hesitated for a moment before asking, "One more song? Please, Leo?"
He automatically groaned in protest, "I've got the classical music channel on --- They're much better than I am, really, they've got entire orchestras, you know. That's tens of people, you know. You can come listen to it with me if you like. My arms are sore, Zealous, please. . . "
Zealous frowned, and glanced at the television, then at him again, "It's not the same. . . " she sounded exhausted and looked rather pale. He couldn't help but wonder if she was okay, but until she said something, he figured that it wasn't really worth it. If she needed help, she would say it, "Please, Leo, just one more. Then I promise, if I'm still awake, I won't ask again. Please!"
He paused for a moment, and considered this. It was just one more song. It couldn't hurt, right? He sighed, and stood up. Zealous immediately brightened up, "Can you play Greensleeves?"
"Yeah, yeah. Get on the couch. . . " He said harshly. But Zealous read his words the way they were intended, in a way that only a sister could. She would always see him as her gentle older brother, and she would always hear his words exactly that way. She climbed onto the couch, and lay her head on one of the arms. He sat on the other, and began to play quietly.
She drifted to sleep rather quickly, curling into a ball after a bit. When he finally set the violin down, confident that she was asleep, she was in a fetal position, sleeping soundly. Leo smiled, he took a large knit quilt from it's place on the recliner, and draped it over her, tucking it in around her shoulders. He slid his violin case under the piano bench, forgetting about the cat and hitting it fairly hard. It ran out of the room.
Finding himself yawning. Greensleeves, after all, had amazing lullaby capabilities, as many lullabies do. After all, that is what they are intended for. He sat in the recliner, and closed his eyes. A deep calm came over him.[/size][/font]
Speaking words of wisdom,
Let it be.
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Here's your kid genius. His little sister is coming next.
Maybe after her, I'll make an antagonist.
And when the night is
Cloudy. . .
Name :: Leo Zacharia Nott
Gender :: Male
World :: Travels between them.
[It's good to meet you, I'm Leo. You?]
Age :: Fifteen years of age
Date of birth :: February the Third, 1994.
Star Sign :: Aquarius
[/size][/font]Cloudy. . .
Name :: Leo Zacharia Nott
Gender :: Male
World :: Travels between them.
[It's good to meet you, I'm Leo. You?]
Age :: Fifteen years of age
Date of birth :: February the Third, 1994.
Star Sign :: Aquarius
There is still a
Light ;
Height :: Five-foot five-inches.
Weight :: 118 pounds.
Complexion :: Like the inside of an almond.
Build :: He's fairly scrawny, unfortunately for him. He doesn't get out very much. He looks a bit awkward. But that's okay.
[It's okay. You like my bangs. Don't worry, you're not the only one. No need to be self-conscious.]
Hair :: His feathery hair is dark brown, nearly red, laced with natural lighter highlights. His bangs sweep over his face, because for some ungodly reason he refuses to cut his bangs shorter than the rest of his hair. And he likes his hair long, down to his shoulders.
Eyes :: Dark green, there's a light hazel color laced throughout.
Piercings :: He has three cartilage piercings in his left ear. One red, one black, and one just plain silver. They're usually covered by his hair, though.
Tattoos :: None. Too painful, not his cake.
Outstanding features :: His neon orange and blue sneakers.
Other :: He's quite a nice looking boy, and he knows it.[/size][/font]
That
Shines On Me --- ;
Likes ::
- Girls
- Swimming
- Music
--- The Beatles
--- Classical (Violin)
--- Classic Rock
--- This Providence
- Glow Sticks
- Girls
- Snack foods
- Dogs
- Mashed potatoes
- Girls
- Reading
- A good movie, with a plot
- Writing
- School
- Fast learners
- Girls
Dislikes ::
- Know-it-all kids who challenge him. They're always incorrect.
- Judgmental morons
- Labels
- Idiots
- Medicine: Tastes like crap.
- Slackers
- Poorly written / tasteless movies or books
- Increasingly loud music
- Loud people
- People who tug on his earrings from behind.[/size][/font]
Shine until
Tomorrow ::
Strengths ::
- Kid genius
- Kid student
- Kid teenager
- Kid that's mostly normal
- Nice looking (Because that's definitely a strength)
- Sweet
- Talented with instruments
- Optimistic
- Good sense of humor
Weaknesses ::
- Loses interest quickly.
- Impatient
- Tends to rebel
- Cocky
- Somewhat self-absorbed. He's a kid genius, and he's highly attractive, what more could you wish for?
Quirks ::
- Bends the spines on his books, and always freaks out about it later.
- Dog-ears the pages, same reaction as above.
- Constantly forgetting where he puts things, loses things. Constantly spotted in lost-and-found.
[God, this book is all screwed up now. I hope the library doesn't make me pay for it again.]
Fears ::
- Being rejected
- Speaking in front of groups
- Bugs
- The dark
- Streetlights --- They make everything around them seem darker.
Hopes ::
- Continue to build his knowledge
- Make the ball and the bat connect for once
- Help his sister as much as possible
- Make more friends
- Spend more time with Zealous
Aspirations ::
- Get a job that pays well
- Graduate
- Purchase a large house and a limo-bus --- It's every kids dream, whether they know it or not.
- Grow an intimidating mustache. But not right now.
Secrets ::
- He is, in fact, a genius. He doesn't turn in (Or really do) the homework, and puts on a carefree, relaxed attitude at school, but he scores above average on tests and has enough brains and imagination for at least ten people. He could build a society if he wanted to.
- Peanut butter and pickle sandwiches are his guilty pleasure.
- He can't play a sport to save his life, the whole concept is lost for him. Though he quite likes his skateboard.
- He can use his mind to travel to Canna, though his home is in the real world. Canna is nicer, more ideal. He can do what he wants there.
- He plays violin in the home, very well, might I add. Sometimes he does it on the street for extra cash. It rakes it in, it really, really does.[/size][/font]
Let it be.
Mother :: Lorenna Nott
Father :: Bastien Nott
Siblings :: Zealous Nott [Younger sister]
Other family :: Vanity Grace Newlane [Cousin through marriage, not blood. Daughter of the English teacher at the high school, Tyler Newlane.]
[Oh, Zealous, you odd and lovely girl. Let me hug you.]
Friends :: Too many, none worth mentioning.
Pets ::
- Dog, doberman pinscher, male, named Cerberus. It's actually a very sweet thing.
- Cat, Somali breed (a type of long hair abyssinian), male, named Jobbernowl. Orange, Zealous never lets go of it. It's her cat.
History :: His father was born with above average knowledge --- not exactly to genius capabilities, but he's made it into several clubs and groups for that sort of thing. His mother is an artist --- She works out of their home, painting and sketching and then selling them for vast amounts of money. Many people have offered her jobs, but she prefers working for home much more. She's well known in their area.
As you can see, he was born into a creative, intelligent bloodline, and he inherited his father's intelligence --- only, ten fold. He's been in the Schoolwide Enrichment Model classes since kindergarten, and has had the chance to skip a few grades. He wanted to learn with his friends though, and didn't appreciate the extra attention at all. Since then, he has stopped doing his school work --- the interest faded in time, he caught onto everything very early and learned the material long before the rest of his class. He's almost certain to get a scholarship either way, the word of him has spread rather far. He wants none of it, though, he's never wanted that kind of attention.
On the up side, it does get him a lot of willing study dates. I use the word "Study" loosely.[/size][/font]
I wake up, to the sound of music ::
Mother Mary Comes To Me --- ;
Code word :: Jim, I'm a doctor, not a physicist!
[Let me play you a lullaby. Greensleeves it is.]
Role-Play sample ::
Putting his violin snugly back inside it's velvet lined case, Leo took a few deep breaths. His arms hurt from playing so often, and so quickly, but it didn't really bother him much. In the end, it was all worth it. The sound that came out of that old, hollow instrument was beautiful. You wouldn't expect it, looking at it; The thing was so old that it was turning gray, losing it's polished color, and it's sleekness was lost all together. There was a bit chipped off on the outside, but it didn't affect the sound. Thank god. This was the only material possession he really, truly valued. He couldn't have it go breaking on him.
He glanced at the clock, Zealous should be asleep by now, shouldn't she? She was thirteen already, he shouldn't have to play her lullabies. She should be able to sleep on her own by now. But seeing as it was nearly midnight, he thought it safe to assume that he could wrap it up for the night.
Pulling a book off the shelf across the living room, he tossed himself onto the couch, the springs thrusting him upwards as he landed. It hurt his back a bit, but it was fun. Everything has a con, after all. It can't be helped. He grabbed the remote that had been pressing into his back from the crack between the couch cushions, turning the television on low to his favorite music channel, not wanting to wake anyone up. After making himself comfortable again, he opened to the marked page and started at the top.
Jobbernowl came from the stairway, ripping across the room and under the piano bench, followed by an obviously tired red-head.
"Leo?" Zealous asked, squinting, "Why did you stop playing?" She glanced over at her orange cat under the piano bench. He was laying on top of the golden pedals used to alter the tone of the note.
"I've been playing for an hour, Zealous. Did something wake you up?" Leo asked, remarking his page and setting the book aside.
"No. I've been thinking, is all. I couldn't sleep. . . " She smoothed her nightgown down, and ran her fingers through her long, wavy hair. She hesitated for a moment before asking, "One more song? Please, Leo?"
He automatically groaned in protest, "I've got the classical music channel on --- They're much better than I am, really, they've got entire orchestras, you know. That's tens of people, you know. You can come listen to it with me if you like. My arms are sore, Zealous, please. . . "
Zealous frowned, and glanced at the television, then at him again, "It's not the same. . . " she sounded exhausted and looked rather pale. He couldn't help but wonder if she was okay, but until she said something, he figured that it wasn't really worth it. If she needed help, she would say it, "Please, Leo, just one more. Then I promise, if I'm still awake, I won't ask again. Please!"
He paused for a moment, and considered this. It was just one more song. It couldn't hurt, right? He sighed, and stood up. Zealous immediately brightened up, "Can you play Greensleeves?"
"Yeah, yeah. Get on the couch. . . " He said harshly. But Zealous read his words the way they were intended, in a way that only a sister could. She would always see him as her gentle older brother, and she would always hear his words exactly that way. She climbed onto the couch, and lay her head on one of the arms. He sat on the other, and began to play quietly.
She drifted to sleep rather quickly, curling into a ball after a bit. When he finally set the violin down, confident that she was asleep, she was in a fetal position, sleeping soundly. Leo smiled, he took a large knit quilt from it's place on the recliner, and draped it over her, tucking it in around her shoulders. He slid his violin case under the piano bench, forgetting about the cat and hitting it fairly hard. It ran out of the room.
Finding himself yawning. Greensleeves, after all, had amazing lullaby capabilities, as many lullabies do. After all, that is what they are intended for. He sat in the recliner, and closed his eyes. A deep calm came over him.[/size][/font]
Speaking words of wisdom,
Let it be.
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