707 Posted October 15, 2013 Share Posted October 15, 2013 ~[Private with Ka-chan]~ [table=width: 600, class: grid, align: center] [tr] [td] Kyle Damien Christopher Van Cross [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td] :: 18 :: 6' 1" :: [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td] Cold and indifferent, never letting anyone dictate his actions. He is independent despite how he lets Vann, his butler, handle everything that concerns the business that his parents left him. He is also silent, never letting anyone get under his skin with an air of calm nonchalance. Most of the times Kyle is a typical laze, even going so far as skipping classes when he's not feeling like going. Although he might be like that, Kyle can be a driven individual when it comes to things that interests him. He is also charitable.. well.. depending on his moods. He is not easy to anger, but he can get annoyed by the simplest things. [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td] He enjoys morning cups of tea, a nap on the school's formal gardens and sometimes near the lake. Kyle also enjoys watching movies before going to sleep as well as reading books and a quiet atmosphere. But the very thing he treasures is his sleep and anyone, who is not Vann, gets hell if they disturb him. [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td] He dislikes being forced to do something, a crowded place, and noisy people. Kyle also dislikes annoying people, especially when he is the center of their attention. [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td] The Van Cross name is well known; they being the owner of two lead commercial industries in the country, the third and fourth ranking respectively in the world. At the head of those industries stood Kyle's parents: His Father the owner and CEO of Crosstech, a computer and hardware manufacturing industry. His Mother the owner and Chief Doctor of Blue Cross Hospital, the most widespread and biggest hospital in the country. As financially successful as they were, it was evident that something was missing. Time. Time as a family and even though they gave Kyle all the material possession a kid could have, it was still evident that their attention was what he always wanted. Then the accident happened. In the middle of Kyle's third grade, while his parents were on their way to another country for a business proposal, their plane encountered a massive lightning storm. The plane crashed due to extreme turbulence; no one survived. His relatives in America heard of what happened and took it to themselves to raise Kyle and let Vann take care of the family business. Ten years later, Kyle decides to return to his hometown and whether it was a good idea or not was yet to be seen. [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td] "This place holds memory; most of them painful." [/td] [/tr] [/table] * * * * * It was still dark, the sky aglow with the numberless radiance of the stars. There was still four hours left before the school started yet beyond the balcony of the suite it was evident that the staff had already begun their preparations. A small smile cracked pale lips as a wall-length plasma TV babbled about a wonder bed; the person endorsing it seemed eerily familiar. "So you've become quite famous now, have you?" A chuckle accompanied those silent words. His return would prove to be interesting indeed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ka-chan Posted November 21, 2013 Share Posted November 21, 2013 Appearance Smooth brown hair, purple eyes and glasses. He often wears a white scarf since he’s constantly freezing, even on hot summer days. He almost always wears a hoodie and long jeans. Name Nicklas Laursen Height 5'9 Personality Nicklas is a very cheery person, always smiling and doing his best to please others, which makes his job very pleasurable for him to do. He is very outgoing and honest, but can sometimes act a bit rude towards others. Not always on purpose though. He likes to interact with other people and make new friends, but he never lets them get too close. Sometimes he needs his own time. A little bit of space to breathe for a moment. A few hours, just to be himself. If not, he’ll get extremely rude towards others, no matter whom it might be that is near him. A stranger, a family member, a friend, an enemy. It’s only a very, very few whom he can be with every day and all the time. Though, if you make him hate you, like, really hate you, then he’ll never forgive you. He’ll always give you a cold shoulder, never giving you a chance. If you break down his trust then it takes a long time for him to be able to trust you fully again. (Besides, it’s difficult to earn his trust in the first place) He is a very jealous type of person, but he almost never shows it. He might cry for several hours because he’s jealous, but he won’t let anyone know. Only someone very, very important to him, but there isn’t anyone like that. Due to his past, he is desperately trying to give everyone some of his attention, but being a celebrity and having a lot of fans makes it hard for him to do so. He does almost anything you ask him to do, and he’ll do it with a smile. But, when he’s not in front of a camera or he’s not among fans (on purpose) he wears simple, boring clothes. He doesn’t care what he’s wearing, as long as it’s warm and comfortable to wear. He’s not as cute and smart looking as on TV. When someone interests him he might end up getting hyper. When he desperately craves for their attention, he might start bugging them. Poking them, talking to them and following them everywhere they go. Always asking what they’re doing and why. What is that and what is this. Likes He absolutely loves chocolate and donuts. He really likes it when someone starts a conversation with him and shows interest for him. He likes snow and cold winter days where he can just sit inside, his blanket wrapped tightly around him. Also rolling around in the snow, but only when the snow didn’t start to melt yet. He likes clean places and wide spaces, but also really tiny rooms. He enjoys listening to music, any genre really and loves to play games. He likes reading as well. But most of all; he loves attention. Dislikes He really dislikes others going too close to him. He also dislikes being touched and he dislikes others invading his private space. He really dislikes when his things are taken away from him, even just borrowed. He dislikes too much noise and screaming, also people talking while he’s listening to music or reading. He dislikes nuts and marzipan. He hates parties or anything similar, unless they’re for him or someone he really like. Biography Nicklas’ childhood was pretty normal. Parents, siblings, friends, his parents gave him what he wanted and showed up at every meeting at the school. He did well, made sure to listen to the teacher and do all of his homework. He got bullied of course, but not for long, only a few years in elementary school. But one thing was missing; attention. His parents never asked him how his day was when he came home, but they always asked his brother. When they were eating dinner the parents were only interested in his younger brother. This did Nicklas notice of course, but he never said anything about it. He thought it was completely normal. His brother was the younger one, right? So of course his parents would like him more! He knew that from the very start. Yet it continued on for many years ahead. His parents would only give him their attention when necessary, but Nicklas’ brother would get their attention all the time. Even their unwanted attention. His brother would tell them to leave him alone, yet they just continued on smiling. But Nicklas couldn’t understand why he’d push them away. He’d never push them away. When Nicklas grew older he moved away as fast as he could. He moved together with another guy whom became his really close friend, but after sometime Nicklas’ friend had to move away. Nicklas hated it. He didn’t want to be all alone again, well, what felt like being all alone. So he started acting. All he did was go to some auditions for some interesting series and some commercials, then not after long he grew popular. Fast. He finally got what he wanted. Attention. Motto You could at least talk with me once in a while. Ignoring me like that… just isn’t fair, now is it? ----- Nicklas' clock on the white wall behind him was the only sound in the room. In a few minutes he knew that he had to leave, but he had decided to spend some time in his bed, relaxing. Not like he could relax though. He was about to leave for an interview. Some people called him the day before, asking him if they could ask him some questions and let him meet some fans. Of course, he agreed to it. After a few minutes he finally got up. He glanced out of the window and at the parked cars outside the building he lived in. He lived on the second floor in a small apartment for just one person. Nicklas was getting ready to leave as his cat suddenly snuck up on him, rubbing itself against his leg. Nicklas smiled lightly as he looked down, meeting the cat's yellow eyes. "Sorry, I have to leave... when I get home." Nicklas whispered to the cat and gave it a quick stroke on it's back, running his fingers through it's silky fur. Nicklas rushed to his car, turned the key and left for the interview. He rather wanted to stay home though. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
707 Posted November 27, 2013 Author Share Posted November 27, 2013 [table=width: 650, align: center] [tr] [td][table=width: 300, class: grid, align: center] [tr] [td] " Get this night off right And turn the bass up Blow my ear drums up Just like a firetruck Get this night off right And turn the bass up, Yeah, I like it loud I like it loud You know I like it loud, cant hear a fucking sound My ears are ringing now Cause thats how we get down Down, down, down Now move your body so the rhythm can set you free Another round and we can drown out our hearts beating Just like a drug I let the music set me free I like it loud, I like it loud Get this night off right And turn the bass up Blow my ear drums up Just like a firetruck Get this night off right And turn the bass up, Yeah, I like it loud I like it loud " [/td] [/tr] [/table][/td] [td][table=width: 300, class: grid, align: center] [tr] [td] " Shaking through your legs, the way the sub drops Feel it in your chest, the way your heart stops Get this night off right And turn the bass up, Yeah, I like it loud I like it loud You know I like it loud Than your old fucking sound You know I like it loud Cause thats how we get down Bass up, bass up, bass up Turn the bass up, bass up, bass up Up-up-up-up-up-up-up-up Now move your body so the rhythm can set you free Another round and we can drown out our hearts beating Just like a drug I let the music set me free I like it loud, I like it loud Now move your body so the rhythm can set you free Another round and we can drown out our hearts beating Just like a drug I let the music set me free " [/td] [/tr] [/table][/td] [/tr] [/table] Cyan colored eyes opened as cold breeze caressed pale cheek, an unusually intricate snowflake resting atop the tip of the male's nose; a sure sign that winter had already started. He gave a blink, small ice crystals drifting in his gaze as long frozen lashes fluttered at the action. He gave a yawn, warm breath a visible white as it escaped pink lips, at the same time as long limbs stretched. A ray of sunlight illuminated a delicate ear, the skin slowly warming up as a diamond studded earring glinted against the morning light. The male gave another yawn, the branch he was standing on giving a creak as he moved his weight from one foot to the other. It seemed that he fell asleep while waiting for the school to start. He gave a grunt, jumping more than a dozen feet down almost carelessly but landing on the the snow covered ground as graceful as a mountain cat, with hands tucked in his pockets and black winter coat flapping against the breeze. The garden; it was where he was. Not much was to be said about it when it was winter. Only the bushes and trees were left for anyone to see, the multitude of flower varieties that they have had all been moved to the greenhouses. Just a few yards away was the lake. This place would have been nice during spring and summer, but on winter it all looked like a white frozen graveyard. A small smile cracked his indifferent lips. He liked it. He liked the cold.. although he wouldn't say no to something that could warm him up. Students were already arriving, one after the other, by the time he rounded the corner and beheld the main entrance. Some stayed outside and chatted with friends, others just stayed with their groups, and a few stayed alone in their shadowed corners. He did not know what made them stop and look at him, but he supposed that a transfer student wasn't an occasional sight for them to behold. He did wonder though how they knew. Perhaps it was that leech of a principal that told them. That man was a social climber as well as a gold digger. He disliked people like him. A silent step and he was inside, the hallway immediately buffeting him with warmth that would have made his palms sticky were it not for the black leather gloves he was wearing. Then it started; the whispers. Gossips. He disliked that too. He was very aware that there were many rumors circulating around about him, most of those were anonymous lies meant to defame him, but he neither cared nor tried to stop anyone from believing. He did what he pleased and wouldn't let the world dictate what he should or shouldn't do. He looked up, noting that the door he just passed was marked S. That was originally the classroom he was assigned, but he had changed the principal's mind to put him in A. His lips lifted a millimeter up. The one he wanted to see was not in S. Besides, he wanted to be in a class where he could sleep-in and would still be able to pass with flying colors; in A he could do that while in S they would just bother him and lecture him about being one of the school's best. Grabbing the knob of a door labeled A, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Everything would change with that one step, be it for better or worse. Slowly opening his eyes, he gave a small nod; he was ready. He would make sure that it was for the better. And with a small push, he opened the door. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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