Post by domonic kessler on May 2, 2009 19:44:57 GMT -5
Domonic William Kessler
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FULL NAME: Domonic William Kessler
NICKNAMES: Nic, Kessy, D. Kessy, Kessler, Mo, Nicky (his mother calls him that when she's whining about something...he hates it)
AGE: 19
BIRTHDATE: April 1, 1990
GENDER: boy
SEXUALITY: straight as an arrow. he greatly enjoys parking his 'truck' in a pretty girl's 'garage'.
OCCUPATION/GROUP: musician
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
PLAYBY: jonathan cook
BODY TYPE: tall and pretty muscular, but he ain't no body builder. he's exactly at six feet, but with his hat, nic often appears taller.
HAIR: shaggy, straight and dark brown. it's almost always messy...damn hat hair. he doesn't really try fixing it and making it lay flat, though. it's only going to be covered by another hat, so what's the point?
EYES: dark green flecked with light, autumn brown and a dark gold. (aka, hazel-green)
CLOTHING: hats are definitely a favorite and there's plenty of hats scattered around nic's room. he likes colors, and almost everything he wears has some color in it. (wearing all black brings him down.) a t-shirt will generally cover his torso and a neon hoodie or extravagant vest will be draped over for yet another touch of color. the sleeves to his sweatshirt are almost always pushed up to reveal many colored, rubber bracelets. nic wears skinny jeans with a studded belt (though the belt isn't needed) and his newest shoes from journeys (give him any money and that's where he'll go). he often wears a necklace with a cross on it that once belonged to his brother. don't ask him about it, though. he doesn't like talking about how he obtained the necklace.
LIKES:
- pranks
- parties
- performing
- sleeping
- sleeping with a pretty girl
- morgan freeman
- chinese food
- italian food
- mexican food
- fast food
- food in general
- neon colors
- the smell of cigarettes
- sharpies
- hugs
- glow sticks
- saturday night live (it's a guilty pleasure)
- mortal kombat (another guilty pleasure)
- rockband (that's not so guilty)
DISLIKES:
- drunk drivers
- school
- indiana
- phone calls from home
- being called 'nicky'
- the parental unit
- black...unless accompanied with a bright color
- metal music. it's scary D:
- linkin park
- people who take themselves too seriously
- documentaries...with the exception of march of the penguins, of course
- sTiCkY tYpInG
HABITS: Telling really pointless stories (with unnecessary use of saying 'alright?'), touching/messing with things he shouldn't (he's a five-year-old at heart), scratching his head when he's not wearing a hat (dude feels naked without it), swinging the mic around on it's wire (it started out as something cool to do when performing...now he doesn't notice he does it), and drinking all the milk in a jug and leaving only a drop left in it.
STRENGTHS: Nic loves people. He's extremely social and can fit in almost any crowd. He's not afraid to talk to anyone and enjoys walking up to people he doesn't know and saying, "Hi! I'm Nic...". He has a great sense of humor and doesn't mind being a butt of jokes. Everyone needs to take a moment to laugh at themselves anyway.
Besides, he could always pull a prank for revenge. Nic's actually very intelligent in the area of math and science, but he chooses to use his knowledge for pulling pranks and other unintelligent passtimes.
WEAKNESSES: If asked, he'll tell you his weakness if kryptonite. But, behind the neon clothes, Nic's a little shy around the opposite sex. Sure, one night stands are easy, but the idea of a relationship and truly liking someone makes him nervous. He doesn't know a thing about being sincere or romantic. How does one say 'I love you' without selling their soul or sounding cheesy?
Another weakness: Nic doesn't think before he speaks. Ever since he could talk, he's had a permanent case of word vomit. Nic often has moments where he wishes he could take back everything stupid he says.
SECRETS: Nic blames himself for his brother's death. He's tried to remove the former existence of his brother by leaving Indiana and getting rid of all the pictures they had together. However, he still dreams of his brother from time to time.
He's had plenty of experiences with girls, but none of them ever meant anything to him. Nic has never said 'I love you' to any woman but his mother. He won't even lie about love to a temporary girlfriend or one-night stand.
FEARS: Due to past experience, what he fears most is hurting someone. Nic never wants to make anyone cry again. He's crazy afraid of offending people and will go to any means possible to make any situation right again. Nic is also afraid of mimes. Lord knows what it is about them. Maybe it's their eerie silence. Maybe it's the lack of color. Whatever it is, Nic can't stand mimes.
Nic's also afraid of getting drunk out of his mind again. Being a little tipsy is okay, but Nic needs to learn to say no. He fears that if he gets drunk, he'll get stupid and get behind the wheel again. That's the worst thing he could do.
PERSONALITY: Though he could easily throw away all his dreams of being a rock star and spend the rest of his life drinking and brooding, Nic chooses to face the world with a devilish grin. Nic's experienced his share of pain and disappointment, but it takes a lot to bring this guy down. He bounces back from anything almost instantly, taking the phrase "forgive and forget" to heart. Emphasis on forget...he doesn't like to remember his mistakes...and thus, doesn't learn from them.
Nic doesn't believe in being 'politically correct'. That's not to say he's a racist or homophobic. Nic just believes people shouldn't take life so seriously. Thus, he makes fun of everyone and everything. Kinda like South Park, you know?
MOTHER: Jessica Marie Kessler - 47 - Eighth grade sciene teacher
FATHER: Kaleb Emmet Kessler - 50 - Cheif of the Fire Department
SIBLINGS: Brandon Kessler - 17 (at death) - buried in Indiana
PETS: none.
HISTORY: Domonic was the first child of Jessica and Kaleb, but he's had a brother as long as he can remember. Brandon, who was younger than him by two years, had always been a friend for Nic. Nic and Brandon went every where together and got along swimmingly. They were each other's best friend...not that they had much of a choice. There weren't many kids in the small neighborhood they grew up in.
When Nic was 16 and his brother was 14, they decided to start a band with some of the other guys that attended high school with them. Nic split vocals with his brother and took up lead guitar while Brandon played bass. The brothers worked together to write songs and arrange them. The little band quickly gained popularity in the town and soon, the whole state of Indiana. When Nic turned 19, he received news that their band was going to be signed and that they were wanted in California to record. Thrilled, Nic told the rest of the band and they parties that night to celebrate their success.
What happened next is unclear. Not much can be told from the police files or from Nic's fuzzy memory. What Nic remembers is he and Brandon being completely wasted as they stumbled into the car. It was a rainy Friday night, so the Kessler brothers weren't in a rush to get home. Nic remembers turning on the car and driving away into the dark night, wind shield wipers swinging back and forth before him. The next thing Nic knows is waking to the sound of sirens, slumped forward with his head against the wheel. He remembers smelling blood and someone saying, "I don't think this one's going to make it."
And then there's nothing until Nic woke up in the hospital to his mother crying and his father giving him a look of pure hate. "Domonic," Mr. Kessler said to his son, "Your brother's dead."
The police reports say Nic was driving while intoxicated when he collided into a tree. Nic's head slammed against the steering wheel and he suffered a concussion. Brandon was thrown from the vehicle, through the wind shield. He landed violently on the ground, bleeding and broken. It was hopeless for seventeen-year-old Brandon Kessler and he died shortly after arriving at the hospital.
No one looked at Nic the same way again. After all, he killed his brother. After Brandon was buried, Nic proceeded to forget that he even had a sibling. The only thing he kept that was Brandon's was the cross necklace his little brother always wore. His father refused to speak with him after the accident...and his mother wouldn't stop speaking to him. Nic found himself very uncomfortable and unwelcome in Indiana. So, he packed for California.
His band came to California with him, but they weren't able to stay together without Brandon. Nothing was the same. That's fine with Nic. He doesn't want anything to be the same. Broke and alone, Nic found himself lost in the large crowd known as California with a clean slate.
Perfect.
YOUR NAME: tina binns. just call me tina
YOUR AGE: fifteen, for a moment
EXPERIENCE: about...2-3 years.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:"Okay, I won't make you guys say a prayer or anything..." Dijon said to the football team, "But if you dogs lose to these blood-suckers, y'all are damned straight to hell...and I'll be laughing at you from heaven because I'm jewish." A couple of the guys laughed and Dijon gave them his winning-captain smile. "Alright, guys...let's kick ass. And try not to transform at any point during the game...that's cheating." He reminded them before slamming his silver helmet onto his head, matching his silver football pant-thingys and {SILVER AND BLACK-CLICK HERE} jersey. ((Of course, the jersey says 'Wolverine' rather than Kiss Army and it was 'USHER' on Dijon's rather than 'DESTROYER'))
Did I neglect to mention the whole St. Fancis football team is made up of werewolves? The only human on the team was their water boy. Dumb thing never caught on that he was surrounded by dogs. Yep, each team member was a Unum werewolf...and they were an unbeatable team. The only reason Usher stressed winning today was not only for bragging rights and a pretty watch...but also, they weren't playing against humans today. They were fighting vampires...with pigskin.
Number 73 turned and let out a battlehowlcry before running out of the locker room and not ceasing his sprinting until he reached the field. His team wasn't far behind...ten werewolves soon followed. "WOLVERINE! WOLVERINE!" Dijon roared, getting his team fired up.
"Go leeches" Came an unenthusiastic voice.
Dijon burst out laughing before going over to his friend, Ronnie Mortako, who also happened to be his best center. Ronnie delivered Dijon all the starting kicks...as Dijon was quarterback. ((no, i don't know anything about football, I'm reading about it as I write this)) He slammed his hand down on his friend's silver helmet, the rough, manly, football player way of saying hello. "Brenda's jersey got fucked up," He said, his voice shaking with laughter, "They're the Leeches! I wonder who could have been mean enough to fool around with their jerseys?"
it couldn't have been Ronnie and Usher...they're nice kids and would never do anything like that!...Yes they would
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