Post by Nate Green on Feb 24, 2013 16:37:02 GMT -5
Full Name: Nathaniel Matthew Green. However he's only ever gone by Nate. So, you can call him that.
Age: 17. Nate, and his identical twin brother Eli, are juniors. Born on October 31st. Yup, another Halloween birthday.
Sports/Clubs: Lol what's a sport.
Appearance: Nate stands at about five foot nine, weighing just under a hundred and fifty pounds. He's pretty thin, doesn't like to work out much. That takes way too much effort and time. Naturally, his hair is black. But he bleached it, and then dyed it back black. So now its got that real fake black look to it. But it really is black. I'm not sure why he doesn't just let it grow out and start back normal again. Its an emo thing I guess.
His eyes, like almost everyone else in his family, are a very warm, caramel brown. They're kind of amber, really. He loves them, and often lines them to accentuate their color. That's right ladies and gentlemen, Nate is a proud user of guyliner. Does he use it every day? No. Only when he's feeling especially badass. It only adds to his badassery.
To be frank, Nate sticks to a very skate/punk/emo look. He lets his hair hang all shaggy like around his face (and straightens the bejeebus out of it), only owns three pairs of pants that aren't skinny (all three of which are shorts), primarily sticks to band shirts and uses guyliner. He thinks he's really cool, too. Eli doesn't, though.
Personality:
Crazy: Nate makes a lot of weird noises, faces, movements, you name it. He's just kind of.. out there. On top of that, he likes to get into mischief. He'll do anything you dare him to, unless there's a serious threat to his life. But honestly even if there is, he'd probably still do it. He's a spaz like that.
Virtuoso: Nate plays the guitar, the drums and can sing rather well. He's not as good a singer as his brother, but he's not horrible. When he grows up, Nate wants to be in a band. He's in one now, but he wants to be famous and travel the world.
Cocky: Coming from a rather wealthy family, Nate thinks he's pretty great. He was pampered all his life, showered with gifts of all sorts. Somehow he hasn't really connected that to the fact that he's rich.. he thinks its more just because everyone loves him. Even if he rarely ever saw his parents, he's pretty damn sure they love him more than anything. Otherwise he wouldn't have the shit he has. So he flaunts that.
Naive: Nate doesn't understand life. He isn't sure what love is, what hate is, what betrayal is or anything. That's one of the main reasons he's so cocky: he can't understand what happened in his childhood. He doesn't know what its like to actually experience real love from someone, so he's made up this horribly false dream. He thinks that love is about the things, about the money, about the cool stuff you can buy. He lives with eyes closed.
Daydreamer: Nate often sits and thinks. About what? Well.. nothing. He just likes to get away from real life, think about the clouds and whether or not there's somewhere out there better than here. He gets really deep when he's alone, just staring into space. These are also the times when he comes up with the best lyrics.
Background: The Green's were a wealthy family. No one really knew why, I mean, no one really knew what they did. Because frankly, they never seemed to be working. They were always away from their home in Los Angeles out traveling in places all around the world. There was never any sign of their name in the newspaper to suggest some sort of lottery win, nothing about how they might've owned the greatest stocks ever known to mankind. There was nothing. But they were rich and EVERYone knew that. And when someone is that rich, you don't ask why.
Margaret and William Green had two children together: Nathaniel and Elijah. Twins. After the twins, they didn't want anymore children. They figured it might be too much of a hassle. And more children would only mean more maids to hire. What with being out of the country so much, it was only right to have a maid per child. Helga for Nate, Alexander for Elijah. Perhaps they could switch now and then, it didn't really matter. And though Elijah always seemed so happy with Alexander.. that wasn't quite the case for little Nathaniel.
Nate hated Helga. He often called her ugly, fat, mean. He despised her. She wasn't his mother and he was well aware (even if his real mother was never home). But he put up with her simply for the fact that he knew that if he did, his parents would bring him home exotic gifts. And that was what mattered. That's what love was. Right? Wasn't it?
From the day he was born to the day he moved to Somerset (and even still, thanks to the mighty post office), Nate was pampered. Anything he wanted, anything he said he 'needed'. It was all provided. No seconds thoughts were ever given, there was never any doubt or even any questioning. "Mom, I want a car." "Alright son." "Dad, can we get a puppy?" "Alright son." His wildest dreams were presented at the snap of a finger. And all he had to do was behave.
So he did.
Years and years of holding it all in and Nate has still never learned to show emotion. He's not a completely soulless person.. but he's rather shallow. All that was there has been bottled up and packed away somewhere deep inside his brain. He never knew love. Just gifts. He learned that if he stayed quiet and kept in line, he'd get what he wanted. So that's what he did. That's what he does. His mother? A provider. His father? The man with the wallet. Not parental figures, not something he could look up to. How could he look up to something he never knew? A phone call, a box in the mail and a typed up letter telling him they loved him, but never saying so. He grew numb.
He grew so numb.
Other: Nate doesn't understand love. At all. He also isn't all that good with handling his or other's emotions. Don't take it personally if he just shrugs you off.. he doesn't know any better.
Nate receives weekly allowance from his parents. Its a good five hundred dollars a week. Sometimes more if his grades are good.
Material items are practically worthless to him. Sure he loves them and he loves having them.. but he wouldn't blink twice if you stepped on his phone, lit it on fire, fed it to a bear then lit the bear on fire. He'd just buy another.
He's not heartless. You can't confuse his lack of feeling for being heartless. He's just immature.
Nate thinks he's really handsome.
He's got a soft spot for Justin Timberlake. Shh, don't tell.
He's straight as a ruler, but that doesn't mean he hasn't jokingly slapped a kiss on a close brutha.
Nate might jokingly hate his brother Eli.. but they're actually very close. They trust each other with everything.
Age: 17. Nate, and his identical twin brother Eli, are juniors. Born on October 31st. Yup, another Halloween birthday.
Sports/Clubs: Lol what's a sport.
Appearance: Nate stands at about five foot nine, weighing just under a hundred and fifty pounds. He's pretty thin, doesn't like to work out much. That takes way too much effort and time. Naturally, his hair is black. But he bleached it, and then dyed it back black. So now its got that real fake black look to it. But it really is black. I'm not sure why he doesn't just let it grow out and start back normal again. Its an emo thing I guess.
His eyes, like almost everyone else in his family, are a very warm, caramel brown. They're kind of amber, really. He loves them, and often lines them to accentuate their color. That's right ladies and gentlemen, Nate is a proud user of guyliner. Does he use it every day? No. Only when he's feeling especially badass. It only adds to his badassery.
To be frank, Nate sticks to a very skate/punk/emo look. He lets his hair hang all shaggy like around his face (and straightens the bejeebus out of it), only owns three pairs of pants that aren't skinny (all three of which are shorts), primarily sticks to band shirts and uses guyliner. He thinks he's really cool, too. Eli doesn't, though.
Personality:
Crazy: Nate makes a lot of weird noises, faces, movements, you name it. He's just kind of.. out there. On top of that, he likes to get into mischief. He'll do anything you dare him to, unless there's a serious threat to his life. But honestly even if there is, he'd probably still do it. He's a spaz like that.
Virtuoso: Nate plays the guitar, the drums and can sing rather well. He's not as good a singer as his brother, but he's not horrible. When he grows up, Nate wants to be in a band. He's in one now, but he wants to be famous and travel the world.
Cocky: Coming from a rather wealthy family, Nate thinks he's pretty great. He was pampered all his life, showered with gifts of all sorts. Somehow he hasn't really connected that to the fact that he's rich.. he thinks its more just because everyone loves him. Even if he rarely ever saw his parents, he's pretty damn sure they love him more than anything. Otherwise he wouldn't have the shit he has. So he flaunts that.
Naive: Nate doesn't understand life. He isn't sure what love is, what hate is, what betrayal is or anything. That's one of the main reasons he's so cocky: he can't understand what happened in his childhood. He doesn't know what its like to actually experience real love from someone, so he's made up this horribly false dream. He thinks that love is about the things, about the money, about the cool stuff you can buy. He lives with eyes closed.
Daydreamer: Nate often sits and thinks. About what? Well.. nothing. He just likes to get away from real life, think about the clouds and whether or not there's somewhere out there better than here. He gets really deep when he's alone, just staring into space. These are also the times when he comes up with the best lyrics.
Background: The Green's were a wealthy family. No one really knew why, I mean, no one really knew what they did. Because frankly, they never seemed to be working. They were always away from their home in Los Angeles out traveling in places all around the world. There was never any sign of their name in the newspaper to suggest some sort of lottery win, nothing about how they might've owned the greatest stocks ever known to mankind. There was nothing. But they were rich and EVERYone knew that. And when someone is that rich, you don't ask why.
Margaret and William Green had two children together: Nathaniel and Elijah. Twins. After the twins, they didn't want anymore children. They figured it might be too much of a hassle. And more children would only mean more maids to hire. What with being out of the country so much, it was only right to have a maid per child. Helga for Nate, Alexander for Elijah. Perhaps they could switch now and then, it didn't really matter. And though Elijah always seemed so happy with Alexander.. that wasn't quite the case for little Nathaniel.
Nate hated Helga. He often called her ugly, fat, mean. He despised her. She wasn't his mother and he was well aware (even if his real mother was never home). But he put up with her simply for the fact that he knew that if he did, his parents would bring him home exotic gifts. And that was what mattered. That's what love was. Right? Wasn't it?
From the day he was born to the day he moved to Somerset (and even still, thanks to the mighty post office), Nate was pampered. Anything he wanted, anything he said he 'needed'. It was all provided. No seconds thoughts were ever given, there was never any doubt or even any questioning. "Mom, I want a car." "Alright son." "Dad, can we get a puppy?" "Alright son." His wildest dreams were presented at the snap of a finger. And all he had to do was behave.
So he did.
Years and years of holding it all in and Nate has still never learned to show emotion. He's not a completely soulless person.. but he's rather shallow. All that was there has been bottled up and packed away somewhere deep inside his brain. He never knew love. Just gifts. He learned that if he stayed quiet and kept in line, he'd get what he wanted. So that's what he did. That's what he does. His mother? A provider. His father? The man with the wallet. Not parental figures, not something he could look up to. How could he look up to something he never knew? A phone call, a box in the mail and a typed up letter telling him they loved him, but never saying so. He grew numb.
He grew so numb.
Other: Nate doesn't understand love. At all. He also isn't all that good with handling his or other's emotions. Don't take it personally if he just shrugs you off.. he doesn't know any better.
Nate receives weekly allowance from his parents. Its a good five hundred dollars a week. Sometimes more if his grades are good.
Material items are practically worthless to him. Sure he loves them and he loves having them.. but he wouldn't blink twice if you stepped on his phone, lit it on fire, fed it to a bear then lit the bear on fire. He'd just buy another.
He's not heartless. You can't confuse his lack of feeling for being heartless. He's just immature.
Nate thinks he's really handsome.
He's got a soft spot for Justin Timberlake. Shh, don't tell.
He's straight as a ruler, but that doesn't mean he hasn't jokingly slapped a kiss on a close brutha.
Nate might jokingly hate his brother Eli.. but they're actually very close. They trust each other with everything.
