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Nathan James Thompson

Posted: Jul 2 2007, 07:58 PM

. just have FAITH
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LIFE IN A GLASS HOUSE.

Name/Alias: Sam
Age: 18
Email: crack-monkey@hotmail.co.uk
Other Characters?: N/A

THE SEARCH FOR SOMETHING MORE.

Character Name: Nathan James Thompson
Nicknames?: Nate
Birth Date: August 19th

Parents: James and Aianna Thompson
Siblings: None
Other Key Family Members: None
Brief History: Nathan James Thompson was born and raised in San Jose, California, the son of James and Aianna Thompson. The Thompson family had always been close-knit, with frequent family dinners. Nate's birth was a celebrated event, since he was the first grandchild, and the infant was practically smothered with tenderness. That was from his mother and grandmother. The men of the family were always out to toughen Nate up and teach him everything he needed to survive. he was the first born child, and eventually the only.

Nate was always a quiet child, while his friends were always rebellious and loud. The boy grew up in a fairly well off, middle class home, they have lived a comfortable life, though with a few financial struggles here and there at times. Nate always preferred his mother over his father, as she was more gentle and patient.

When he was thirteen years old, his grandfather on his mother�s side, a relative he was one of the closest to, passed away, and that took quite a toll on him. For a few months, he was feeling down in the dumps and wasn�t in as easygoing a mood as he normally would be, but he pulled through with the support of family and friends, and telling himself that he was being stupid on dwelling on things that he could not change. He has had a few hard times with �friends� though, those who backstabbed him and abandoned him when he needed them most, and he is more careful with who he chooses to befriend now. His life hasn�t been as much of a roller coaster as some have though, and he won�t pretend that he has gone through a harsh life. He is pretty grateful for what he has been dealt, and hopes to a bright future too.

Once high school started up, Nate started seeing more of the realities of life. Nothing was sugarcoated as it used to be, though he matured pretty quickly anyway when he was younger, and it wasn't too much of a shock. He started getting into partying and a couple of bad habits. As for alcohol, he used to be a big drinker, and it seemed like he was developing a problem, but it calmed down after a while. With his new found habits, Nate found a new life. Tougher people started to notice him and he was taken under their wing. The boy soon began joining in with their sports, and eventually started working out as well. It's safe to say Nate is no longer as quiet as he used to be.

Likes:
. camping
. soccer
. women
. surfing
. swimming
. strong coffee
. partying
. being occupied
. the winter months
. listening to music
. sleeping in
. basketball
. hair gel
. the gym
. friends

Dislikes:
. waking up early
. stupidity
. easy girls
. whining
. feeling alone
. dogs
. pain
. being told what to do
. hiding behind status
. running away
. liars and fakes
. bad jokes
. being wrong
. attention seekers
. hypocrites

Fears:
. dying
. flying
. heights
. losing family
. never falling in love

Personality: Nate isn't particularly extrovert, as he prefers to talk to only close companions. When with friends, he occasionally lets out a witty joke, and can sound rather perverted at the best of times. He believes in giving everyone a fair chance. Until someone earns his trust and/or respect, he treats them fairly. Note that fairly does not by any means equal nicely, but merely civilly in his book. Nor does he trust everyone he respects and vice versa. He is not one to go with his gut instinct about people unless it is absolutely necessary. Sometimes his initial analyzation of a person is correct, and other times it isn't. Actions, however, never lie. If someone he both trusts and respects vouches for someone, he is more disposed in their favor.

He is most well-known for his skills to act like someone he isn't, and can get away with quite a lot of things just from pretending to be soemone completely different. Though there is kindness and compassion in this man, it is almost impossible to find. Nate is a lover and a fighter, but tries his best not to show any love or compassion. Ambitious and stubborn, he often will chase after a goal and not let go of it until it becomes a lost cause. But he isn't stupid either.

In fact, Nate is a rather intelligent individual who helps those he finds to be worth respect, even if it is something rather lowly. Rarely will he be sought for revenge successfully as many people try to protect him and those that hate him can't get past those that love him; and even if they do he'll be waiting.

Being as moderately wealthy as he is, one value he knows he can't buy are women. Women have always been there for him in times of need, sexual, emotional or intellectual. A lot of them have been good friends to him in the past, although he can't say that he's ever been with a woman sexually for more than an evening. This is not to say that he doesn�t respect women, he simply hasn't found a way to let them in entirely. Nathan finds it extremely hard to open up in relationships, which is why he is normally found without a girlfriend. He is more of a lover than a fighter, in any case.

WITH ARMS OUTSTRETCHED.

Sample RP:

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Silence echoed through a room which had been abandoned years ago. Dust lingered across the tables and spiderwebs were formed in every dark corner, all that remained which showed human life were various pieces of discarded parchment and litter sprayed across the room. Upon glancing around the room, one would probably think it was empty; the seats lay unoccupied; no noise disrupted the peace that filled the area, there was only the shadow of a boy, hiding in the corner and sulking. His eyes were shut and his arms folded across his chest. How long had he been laying there? Approximately thirty-seven minutes. Aleksandr Zeremski was, not exaggerating, amazing at potions. If he was told to make any draught he'd be able to, if he was told to make up his own potion he'd be able to and manage to give it healing properties. Potions was him. And that god damn potions' master was driving him to the edge of insanity, which was the whole reason why Alek had made a scene. He had pushed his cauldron over, flung his stool at a Gryffindor, swore at the Professor and then stormed out, leaving his bag and cigarettes in the classroom. By the time he had reached the abandon room he just realised, which meant all he could do was rest until the lesson was over.

In this distance the faint sound of the school bell could be heard. 'Finally, Alek thought, his eyes snapping open as he got to his feet and stormed off, descending two steps at a time down the marble staircase until he arrived on the floor where the boy's bathroom was located. Being at the top of a social heirarchy was great, all he had to do was click his fingers and he'd get whatever he want, which was how he knew there would be a packet of malboro cigarettes waiting for him at the far cubicle, behind the toilet. If he knew he was being followed, though, he would've stopped, but as he didn't he continued through the door and into the bathroom.

The boy walked to the correct cubicle with an air of confidence, which could be perceived as slightly egotistical, nevertheless his pride couldn't be shattered, not by some second class teacher, not by anyone. Slamming the door open with the palm of his hand, Alek reached behind the toilet and grabbed the packet of cigarettes. There were a few missing. Typical, not even a full packet. It didn't matter anyway, he wasn't exactly in a fussy mood. Reaching inside his robe for a lighter, Alek flicked the packet open and put a fag in his mouth; irritably trying to work the piece of crap which was at the end of its life. The boy muttered impatiently under his breath as all he succeeded to produce were feeble indications of a spark until. at last. the end of the lighter began to glow. As a look of satisfaction crept over his face, Alek held the flame to the end of his cigarette and hastily shoved the pack and his lighter back in his robe.

Flicking a strand of blonde hair back from his face, he walked out of the cubicle to a sink and tipped a few speckles of ash down the drain with his index finger. Looking up into the mirror, his eye caught sight a few first years muttering with a mixture of apprehension and awe to each other, probably amazed at the idea of someone actually smoking in the toilets. Shock. Horror. Alek slyly smirked to himself, they obviously hadn�t heard of Zeremski. Taking another drag, he casually leaned against the wall and surveyed the sea of students now occupying the urinals. Although he was shocked at the sight of something that definitely wasn't a male. He couldn't even attempt to find an excuse as to why there would be a girl in the boys toilets. but then it took him another attempt to realize that he knew exactly what Liana was like.

Alek didn�t move a muscle, instead a suggestive grin formed across his lips at the sight of her. "Well Liana, the guys skanky toilets isn�t beneath you then I see? You could've waited until we were alone instead of following me into here."

Member Title: . just have FAITH

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nathan j thompson.
call it dumb, call it luck, call it love, or whatever you call it
but everywhere i go i keep her picture in my wallet like here

Brooke Isabelle Davis	Posted: Jul 2 2007, 10:58 PM
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