Nate Hawthorne
Age: 17 years old
Gender: guy
Clique: jock, duh
Likes: sports, specially soccer and football, hot girls, the beach
Dislikes: school, annoying and clingy people
Fear(s): death.
All Traits: funny, sarcastic, smart, charming, flirty
History: There are a lot of things to tell about me. I was born in a stormy day, or that is what my mother told me. Unlike other kids that were born bald or with a few locks of hair, I was born instantly with lots of it, of a pale brown color that through the time started to get darker and darker. Anyway, let's stop talking about appearance. I was named Nick all the time and since I was young I was the most popular guy in my school. I was born in California, and until I was thirteen I stayed there. I had my my first girlfriend was when I was twelve years old, yes, when I was in sixth grade and we even gave each other those full kisses. I lost my virginity- okay, okay, I'll shut up about my romance life but anyway, just let me finish about my history, okay? I am not a virgin- I am a player, of course I am not! Anyway, after moving from California I moved to New York and so on. I never could stay in a place for more than five months and still I was always the hottest and "The Jock", as I play football, soccer, whatever you want to call it, and also rugby and some other sports. When we moved once again, we discovered my little sister Isabella had cancer and we stopped traveling around because the doctor said it was bad for her health. And we had to obey the doctor. I remember that time as the time I never could stop biting my nail and everything. She died three months ago under the last effects of cancer, asking us not to fight for her life, that she was done with living. It was the last time I cried.
Personality: The first thing you have to know about me is what everybody else knows in High School. I am a real flirt and I'm not afraid to admit it. Sometimes I'm called the player, the flirt, the jerk and whatever rumors you've heard they are probably true but still I'd like no stereotyping. Behind the hard shell that is pure jokes, sarcasm and whatever I said before, there is the true me. I use all that to defend myself, to hide the pain I feel. I miss my mother, and I do remember her warmth. I remember telling her that she had to go to do her job and she agreed. Because of me she is dead now and I can't do anything to change that. I can be very charming and convincing but still it isn't enough to get rid of all the fury and pain.
Family: my mom, my dad. my sister's dead.
Sexual Orientation: straight
Crush: none
Boy/Girl Friend: none
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The Basics wrote:Full Name: My full name? It's Zoe Amelie Rosenfeld. The origin of my first name, Zoe, is Greek and it means 'life'. Also, it's pronounced as Zo-ee. My closest friends, though, call me Zowy. My second name is Amelie and it's an Latin name. I don't know exactly what it means, but I like it because it's not very common. My last name is from somewhere in the world, and as you can imagine, it's my father's last name. I love him!
Age: Not many people are interested in my birthday except my friends- and those are a lot, so I guess a lot of people are interested in my birthday. I don't even know why I'm saying this. Oh, well. I am seventeen years old.
Gender: Isn't that obvious by my voice?! I am a female, girl, whatever you want to call it.
On The Outside wrote:Appearance: Well, do you see the pic above me? Yep, that's me. Many people tell me I look as a living Barbie Doll and actually I think that's somehow true. No, I'm not a Barbie Doll but surely I am beautiful, with pale skin that looks so delicate, carefully glossed pink and bright lips, diamond-colored eyes and perfectly straight light brown hair. I ALWAYS use makeup, and surely I know how some people say that girls look fake with it. That's true, if someone applies too much. But I know exactly how much I have to use, and instead of looking as a colored raccoon, I will look beautiful and stunning. By the weigh, my height is 5'6- average height! I love being of that height because I'm never too short, but anyway most boys are taller than I am and it's perfect. And I weigh about... um... 112 lbs? .
Usual Style: If I'm not in my cheer leading uniform, you will probably find me with my light blue ripped jeans short and a simple tank top, or just a cute shirt. If it's cold, I would use skinny dark jeans, a gray loose t-shirt and a hoodie.
Anything Else: I have earrings in both sides- two holes for the earrings, not just one but two.
As An Open Book wrote:Personality: I have a reputation as a mean girl, and I have to say it's true. I am the typical popular and mean girl that only talks and notices the ones that are also popular. I mean, if someone who is not a pop talks to me I will probably ignore them and walk away without even noticing that they were talking to me. That kind of person is who I am. Anyway, behind the hard shell that protects me from everything is the sweet and kind part of me only people I love can find out about. I am soft and not harsh, unless you catch me with a bad mood. That time I can even rip your head off, so... yeah
History: I come from England. I lived in a happy and rich family, with my twin sister, two older brothers and my father. My two brothers were twins and they were twenty one while I was seven- actually half-brothers but they lived with me so I treated them as real blood brothers. Those three worked, while my mother did work at home, but she didn't maintain us because she didn't earn any money, and I went to school. My father's job was easy. He sometimes was into politics and sometimes he easily could go out sailing to other city. He never used cars or planes because his parents died on a car crash, and planes... his sister almost crashed and since that moment he swore he would never take a plane again. So they sailed and at that moment, we never heard of them again. We stopped having money and we fell into a crisis- just me and my mother. We went to beg for a job, I even worked when I was eight but then my mom married this other guy and we moved. I was just eight. My step-father's name was Ian Daniels and he was the most awful man I've ever known. He used to beat me up when I arrived from school, and he always said I was weak because I cried. He had an older son, called Luke, and he was ten when I was eight and he used to bother me with his friends. Finally my mom said that I was just another mouth to feed and she gave up on me. Just like that. I swear, I think Ian Daniels told her to get rid of me. The thing is, she did. She gave me away and I've never seen her again since that moment, and I don't want to. Everytime I think about her or any person related to Ian Daniels, at least that knows him, makes me tremble with anger. Still, when I arrived here I realized I could change myself. That nobody knew me here, that I could stop being the small insecure girl everybody knew and build a new personality to myself. I started to be mean, powerful, until I got to the top. Of course, everytime I think of my old home, in England, I think about my father and my brothers and I wonder how it would be if I ever get to meet them again, if they haven't disappeared just like that and they would still be here for me. Probably my mother would never given up on me, and she would have never married another man. The thing is that I am happy where I am and I hope I never see anyone that relates to me or my past live. Ever again. Currently some couple adopted me and my twin sister, and we live together with them.
Love Life And More wrote:Crush: guys crush on me, not me on them!Rank: I am the Head Cheerleader.Theme Song: Stronger - Kelly Clarkson
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