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[. εғғч .]

Dove shrugged. "It's up to you."

[Dαvy]

Name:
Nicolas Donald Wheeler (Goes by Nick)
Gender:
Male
Age:
He is eighteen years old.
Looks:
-
Personality:
Nick is a very laid-back and accepting person. What you think of him doesn’t affect him much, but if you criticize his music too harshly, he can get very upset. Music is more or less his life, so if you criticize his music in anyway, he starts to shut down a little. Music is the one thing that makes sense to him. Nick values everyone’s thoughts on his music, and can take offense of the slightest things. He doesn’t care much for preppy or snotty people, due to the unofficial boundaries between their kind and his. He comes from a humble town and family, so his point of view is different than most of the people at the school. He isn’t a sporty person personally, but he enjoys watching them on TV, especially the Olympics. He likes to get outside and take a walk with his dog but who is more like his kid, Dexter, as much as possible. He has a strange obsession with the Muppets TV show. He grew up listening to Jon Bon Jovi and Def Leppard, so those artists have had a huge impact on his life, both musically and spiritually, in a sense. He likes to hang out with what few friends he has, but stays to himself mostly. He absolutely hates going to school, but somewhat enjoys the actual schooling, though he’d never admit it. He loves to pull pranks and make jokes out of anything. He can think almost anything is funny, even if nobody else is laughing. Nick isn’t afraid of being himself around anyone. He can get quite a temper at small things when he’s under any sort of pressure, and it can take him a while to calm down. Mostly, though, Nick’s a really funny, sarcastic, humble, and nice guy to be around.
Beach Sport (Optional):
None, really.
Crush:
None yet.
BF/GF:
Open.

[Dαvy]

bump...Am I accepted?

[. εғғч .]

{{The owner doesn't seem to check up on this RP anymore, so I would say you are.}}

[Dαvy]

[[Alright, thanks. So, where do you think I could start?]]

[. εғғч .]

{{Not sure.. Anywhere?}}

[Dαvy]

[[...Okay. Well, do you have an open character or something? If not, I am just going to go at it, if you see something in my post that doesn't include the role play...Please message me or post it. ]]

Nicolas Donald Wheeler

I sit on my bed, the sheets and blankets still ruffled from me waking up two minutes ago, my legs crossed. I held my acoustic guitar in my lap with one hand and tried to smooth out my bed head with the other, so Dexter would stop looking at me in that funny way he always did after I woke up. I yawned, my eyes closing for a few seconds, and tried to remember my dream with enough detail to understand the gist of it. I was very tired, the bed calling to me, but I needed to remember that dream. I dreamt I had been playing a guitar in front of a very large audience, and I had sounded great. It was something I couldn’t remember playing before in real life, so I was determined to remember the great work of my dream. In my mind, I tried hard to remember, strumming my fingers along the neck of the guitar. Dexter looked up at me with big eyes from the floor, and I stared back blankly. “I wasn’t playing air guitar while sleeping by any chance, was I?” I asked my dog, who tilted his head in dog-like confusion. “Didn’t think so,” I said, blowing out a frustrated breath.

After another few minutes of trying to remember and failing, I just let myself loose. I started by strumming a G chord, which my fingers rejected and started picking out a simple riff by themselves. It was simple, but it sounded nice. What was more, it sounded like the song from his dream. Again, Nick looked down at Dexter, an eyebrow raised. “Got anything to say, Simon?” he asked. In reply, Dexter barked once, his tail wagging, and licked my outstretched hand. I smiled, and played the riff again. “I think we’ve got the makings of a great song, Dexty,” I said, putting the guitar back in its case. I grabbed a note pad and pencil from the side table next to my bed, and wrote out the tab to the riff I had just played.

I set the notepad aside and lay back on my bed shirtless still and still only wearing boxers, all sorts of things running through my head. The excitement of getting to surf and swim although I still hated sharks, wondering what my mother was doing then, if anyone was in the flower shop right then and who it was. Thinking of how much I really missed home, even though I had resented it while I was there. As if sensing his master was feeling upset, Dexter hopped up onto the bed and snuggled up to me, who held onto him tightly. I buried my face into Dexter’s fur and breathed in his doggy scent, which still smelled a little like my mother’s perfume. I wouldn’t deny it, I missed home. It somewhat surprised me. Somehow being away from it for more than a few days terrified me. The idea that I had left my entire life behind just for a school and other stuff made me laugh.

I sat up, Dexter still in my arms I reached for a dog leash slung onto a guitar case and latched it onto Dexter. We walked outside after I slipped some pants on, but still not shirt. I put some black thick sun glasses on over my eyes and step onto the hot beach where all of the hot chicks were.