Smythe, Nikkolas Johnathan

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NIKKYSMYTHE
DO YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE,

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»» "They're so perfect, they're so perfect for each other --- or so they say. But there's no happy ending. Not for me, anyway."

THE SADDEST SONG EVER.

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----»» OOC SHIZZ .[/font][/center]

----»» YOUR NAME: cap-i-tain airplane
----»» AGE: younger than you.
----»» GENDER: Have boobs and they're real, so...
----»» CONTACT INFORMATION: hm. try bunnie1x1 fer yahoo.
----»» HOW YOU FOUND US: ask nikky. He's a particularly good finder.
----»» WORD IN RULES: OMG. let's get some SHOES.
----»» ANYTHING ELSE?: erm, rice krispie treats are the shit?
----»» RP SAMPLE: "I can't wait to be back at Hogwarts. No more Quidditch, no more overcontrolling obnoxious brothers, no more compulsive parents... no more weird old russian ballerinas!" Each one of these no mores were emphasised by either a grand batma (high kick) or a twirl, so it ended up looking like some demented form of a mixed martial arts aerobic workout.

Autume Wood was a strange duck, there was no denying that. Her three feet of hair was twirled back with a huge clip, resulting in a very messy bun dripping with curls at the back of her head. A sheerish white thick strap tank top with black stripes was backed with a purple camisole underneath it, and black leggings with lace at the bottom completed it. They were finished off with little black peep-toe flats that could work for either uniform shoes or casual.

There was a very glitterish black trunk with a long handle being pulled behind her with some noticable effort, though being a very tight packer she didn't have anything else to deal with. She leaned said truck up against a brick pillar that was holding the station open, and poised herself for a twirl. She was bumped into first, and fell out of the set. Sigh. There was never good places to practice.

Where was that man with the screwy accent shouting 'all aboard' when you needed him? If this hasn't been particularly anti-time/space, now would have been a good time for her to break out into 'I gotta get back to Hogwarts' from A very Potter musical.

She waved casually at a friend she would probably be avoiding the rest of the year. You see, Auty didn't have a solid personality. Frankly, that would suffocate her. This time around she was trying for an easy boho shiek. The kind of person that really didn't care about anything and floated on the wind. It wasn't going to last for longer than two weeks. That might have been her repressed anger issues, or just her personality disorder. But either or, it would make a good expirement.





AND WE'RE GOING. LET'S KEEP GOING.

COME ON BABY, COME ON DARLING,

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----»» BASIC INFORMATION .[/font][/center]

----»» FULL NAME: Nikkolas Johnathan Smythe (Nick-oh-lass Jahn-a-thahn Smith)
----»» NICKNAMES: Nikky, Nik, Lad, Smythie.
----»» AGE: fifteen and spare change
----»» HOUSE: hufflepuff
----»» GENDER: male
----»» BLOOD: muggleborn
----»» SEXUALITY: really not sure at the stage of the game.
----»» CANNON/ORIGINAL: utterly original.

OH COME ON ANGEL, COME ON,

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----»» LIKES:
+ the sun
+ writing
+ oreo cookies
+ magic
+ fairy tales
+ love
+ breakfast foods
+ charms
+ people dumber than he is

----»» DISLIKES:
- not being in charge
- rain
- giggly girls
- shouting
- pepsi
- the topic of religion
- taking potions when he's sick
- being frustrated
- angst
- conflict
- rodents

----»» BAD HABITS:
~~~ Can never remember names
~~~ every other sentence he says sounds like a question?
~~~ He talks too fast and stumbles over his words.
----»» BOGGART: Nikky is absolutely terrified of being abandoned. He's the kind of person that needs people, and can be quite clingy at times. So the boggart takes the shape of a bunch of people walking away from him, and not looking back.
----»» PATRONUS: His patronus is a gray wolf pup. A pack creature by nature, The pups love to play and rely on others for a lot of support and self confidence. They tease each other mercilessly, and like to just gather together and hang out.
----»» MIRROR OF ERISED: Nikky has the probably the most cliched mirror ever. It's just a pair of arms wrapped around him, a figure his height (5 foot 3) standing behind him, just out of sight. He really just wants some of the love and affection that he's sort of been missing out on since his father got remarried. He's sort of torn apart, and doesn't know where to get it from.
----»» SECRETS:
...shh: His choice of self-harm is sleep-deprivation
...shh: He prays every night.
...shh. He still writes to Santa every year. He's Jewish.
----»» STRENGTHS:
**Genuinely caring about what you have to say
**Endless patience
**Lends money like it's worthless
**Really good shoulder to cry on

----»» WEAKNESSES:
**A little /too/ sympathetic.
**Will get quite clingy if you let him
**Gets headachey and irritated when he doesn't get enough caffiene
**Never on time. For anything.

UNAWARE, I'M TEARING YOU ASUNDER,

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----»» HAIR: Very dark brown when it hits the light just right, but it appears blue-black to most people. It tends to run shaggy, but he never lets it fall into his eyes. It's thin, and gets greasy easily when he forgets to shower.
----»» EYES: Dark, muddy brown. Not exactly see-into-your-soul, they actually tend to run cloudy. He has pretty girly eyelashes, and his eyebrows are thin and darker than his hair.
----»» WEIGHT: 115 pounds. Little bit of a thing.
----»» BODY TYPE: He's pretty slender without real muscle mass. He runs like a chipmunk, so his legs have some semblance of tone to them. He has a skinny neck and a strong chin, and arms without real curves. Stick-figure arms.
----»» HEIGHT: five feet and three inches
----»» FEELINGS ON THEIR APPEARANCE:
Primarily, Nikky wishes that he had more character to him. He looks a lot like your average Joe, and a little distinction couldn't have hurt. He gets annoyed when his hair's too long, and when it falls over his vision you'll see him slapping it away every couple of seconds. He likes his eyes as a feature, but he wishes he could change the color. And his figure itself annoys the hell out of him. He wishes he could gain weight, at this point not reallly caring if it were in fat or in muscle mass. He wants to still be seen when he turns sideways. And, you know, a little tone wouldn't be that bad. It would stop him from getting picked on.

YOU DON'T WANT TO HURT ME,

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----»» NATIONALITY: English, bit of French on daddy's side
----»» BIRTHPLACE: Bradford, England.
----»» PARENTS: Carter Smythe and Ginger Daniels-Reynolds
----»» SIBLINGS: Torin Lancaster (step-brother, older); Hannah Reynolds (step-sister, older) and Sarah Daniels-Reynolds (half-sister, younger)
----»» OTHER FAMILY: Alyssa Lancaster-Smythe (stepmother); Albion Reynolds (stepfather)
----»» PETS: A tawny owl named Thisbe.
----»» FULL HISTORY:

Nikkolas Smythe was, in short, a mistake.
Yes, I know, that sounds so cheery. But he was the drunken result of two sixteen year olds after a year twelve dance. Alyssa and her family moved away to avoid the shame of a teenage pregnancy (though this was 2008, they were a very proper family and defamation definitely would have come from this.)

The day that Carter turned eighteen, he started the fight for custody of his son. Alyssa was balancing trying to graduate from high school, a part time job, and her young son and was slowly turning to alcohol. It was eventually deemed that the already-graduated Carter would make a more fit parent. And so Carter won custody and moved baby Nikkolas back to Bradford with him.

The boy was, in short, spoiled rotten. Carter was upper class to begin with --- and after his own father fell to an age-induced mental illness he was pretty much running the company. Money was rolling in and Nikky could get the best of everything.

By the time that he was seven years old, his father had enough time to get back on the dating scene. By then, Nikky was showing extraordinary gifts that would later be diagnosed as magic, and was using these gifts to make himself rather self-sufficient.

By the time he was about eight and a half, his father had married a fake-blonde, baby-voiced gold digger whose name was Alyssa. She had an eleven year old son (no idea who the father was) named Torin. Nikky hated them both on sight, but Carter was cluelessly enamoured. And so a hyphen was added to Lancaster and a good part of the money that had been previously spent on Nikky was now either hair extensions, fake nails, or high-heeled shoes.

Age of eleven, got Hogwarts letter, blahblahblahblah. When he came home from first year, he came into contact with his mother again. A few minor legal measures later and he was forced to move in with her for the summer. Naturally, he despised the woman who had abandoned him and not even tried to come in contact with him.

So, he had the choice between two evils. The spoiled bitch, snobby step-brother, and father that had cared for him or mother trying to make amends, sisters that treated him like a little indiscretion, and a "step-father" that, for some unfathomable reason, called him Steve. He went with Dad.

...yeah, long enough.

BE RUNNING UP THAT ROAD,

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