Post by debatethis on Jun 23, 2011 12:10:48 GMT -5
Full Character Name:Nathaniel Ian Gregory
Character Gender:Male
First Grade Preference:Although Nathaniel is fifteen, both him and his parent suggest he go into his sophomore year here. He would simply get bored otherwise.
Second Grade Preference:Of course, if that simply can’t be accomplished (even with a little cash on the side by loving mother Marilyn) he would be willing to go into his freshman year.
Character's Looks/ Physical Description:Nathaniel’s copper hair is easily noticed regardless of where you are. His chocolate eyes are noticeably flecked with gold, even through his thick black-rimmed glasses. While he hasn’t been measured recently, he’s approximately 6’1’’ inches tall, with the potential to grow taller. According to his mother, his father was almost 6’6’’.
Picture:images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/22100000/Cameron-Mitchell-the-glee-project-22161712-538-600.jpg
Personality:No one would have guessed the insecurities beneath the public speaking master façade…maybe not even Nathaniel himself. Now’s not the time to reveal them, though. He was incredibly intelligent, being put into the very best classes in the most elite schools. Hot headed and a bit awkward around any potential friend(which, honestly, was almost no one) Nathaniel often had a slow start in finding companions. It was funny, really. He could speak four languages fluently. He could prove that NASA should expand in front of an auditorium of thousands. He could talk his way out of any situation, as long as he didn't give a damn about the person he was speaking to. But whenever he got near anyone with that glimmer of something special, like with Her, his hands began to shake, his mouth to quickly dry out. Maybe someone will find his awkwardness adorable?
History:Nathaniel is an only child and likes it. He didn’t struggle, didn’t have to worry about there not being soy milk for his Cheerios. Of course, he would have liked to throw a ball around with dear old Dad. Neither him nor Marilyn knows where he is…and neither are planning on finding him soon.
In middle school, Nathaniel began experimenting with Speech and Debate. He’s found his nitch. A young National Forensics League student of the year specializing in Policy debate and extemporaneous speaking, our hero only hopes that a debate team at Radcore Academy will be up to par.
Special Talents: Nathaniel can talk. Actually, he can seemingly talk his way out of any situation. When he almost got put in the hospital last year for…the incident, he managed to convince everyone that everything was okay. While his scars prove that little is, he had complete control of the situation. Sometimes Marilyn wonders if anyone will ever stop taking her son’s charisma into play.
Special talents:Nathaniel can talk. Actually, he can seemingly talk his way out of any situation. When he almost got put in the hospital last year for…the incident, he managed to convince everyone that everything was okay. While his scars prove that little is, he had complete control of the situation. Sometimes Marilyn wonders if anyone will ever stop taking her son’s charisma into play.
Role Playing Example:“Mom…I’m just not sure. I was fine where I was. I was good. I had good grades. Mom, I was on the debate team. I was on Scholar Bowl. Mom, I’m fi---”
That was as far as the fifteen year old got before being shipped…here. Now, don’t get him wrong. He was interested in being here. It was a great school with great classes and, if nothing else, interesting people. Both the guys and girls on the posh looking website were attractive in that almost untouchable way.
“You can do this. You’ll be fine. They’ll like you, and you’ll get in, and you won’t disappoint anyone. It’ll be great and you’ll find someone that loves you and you’ll fill out that dorm application. Everything will be wonderful. And you can buy any cereal you want, even the sugary kind, and you don’t even have to brush your teeth afterwards if you don’t want to.” The boy rambled in the hopes of quieting the fear. What of, not even he knew anymore.
Pulling down the sleeves of his cardigan one final time, he stepped onto the plane and began preperation for what was to come. He could do this. He wanted to do this. He had to do this.
Character Gender:Male
First Grade Preference:Although Nathaniel is fifteen, both him and his parent suggest he go into his sophomore year here. He would simply get bored otherwise.
Second Grade Preference:Of course, if that simply can’t be accomplished (even with a little cash on the side by loving mother Marilyn) he would be willing to go into his freshman year.
Character's Looks/ Physical Description:Nathaniel’s copper hair is easily noticed regardless of where you are. His chocolate eyes are noticeably flecked with gold, even through his thick black-rimmed glasses. While he hasn’t been measured recently, he’s approximately 6’1’’ inches tall, with the potential to grow taller. According to his mother, his father was almost 6’6’’.
Picture:images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/22100000/Cameron-Mitchell-the-glee-project-22161712-538-600.jpg
Personality:No one would have guessed the insecurities beneath the public speaking master façade…maybe not even Nathaniel himself. Now’s not the time to reveal them, though. He was incredibly intelligent, being put into the very best classes in the most elite schools. Hot headed and a bit awkward around any potential friend(which, honestly, was almost no one) Nathaniel often had a slow start in finding companions. It was funny, really. He could speak four languages fluently. He could prove that NASA should expand in front of an auditorium of thousands. He could talk his way out of any situation, as long as he didn't give a damn about the person he was speaking to. But whenever he got near anyone with that glimmer of something special, like with Her, his hands began to shake, his mouth to quickly dry out. Maybe someone will find his awkwardness adorable?
History:Nathaniel is an only child and likes it. He didn’t struggle, didn’t have to worry about there not being soy milk for his Cheerios. Of course, he would have liked to throw a ball around with dear old Dad. Neither him nor Marilyn knows where he is…and neither are planning on finding him soon.
In middle school, Nathaniel began experimenting with Speech and Debate. He’s found his nitch. A young National Forensics League student of the year specializing in Policy debate and extemporaneous speaking, our hero only hopes that a debate team at Radcore Academy will be up to par.
Special Talents: Nathaniel can talk. Actually, he can seemingly talk his way out of any situation. When he almost got put in the hospital last year for…the incident, he managed to convince everyone that everything was okay. While his scars prove that little is, he had complete control of the situation. Sometimes Marilyn wonders if anyone will ever stop taking her son’s charisma into play.
Special talents:Nathaniel can talk. Actually, he can seemingly talk his way out of any situation. When he almost got put in the hospital last year for…the incident, he managed to convince everyone that everything was okay. While his scars prove that little is, he had complete control of the situation. Sometimes Marilyn wonders if anyone will ever stop taking her son’s charisma into play.
Role Playing Example:“Mom…I’m just not sure. I was fine where I was. I was good. I had good grades. Mom, I was on the debate team. I was on Scholar Bowl. Mom, I’m fi---”
That was as far as the fifteen year old got before being shipped…here. Now, don’t get him wrong. He was interested in being here. It was a great school with great classes and, if nothing else, interesting people. Both the guys and girls on the posh looking website were attractive in that almost untouchable way.
“You can do this. You’ll be fine. They’ll like you, and you’ll get in, and you won’t disappoint anyone. It’ll be great and you’ll find someone that loves you and you’ll fill out that dorm application. Everything will be wonderful. And you can buy any cereal you want, even the sugary kind, and you don’t even have to brush your teeth afterwards if you don’t want to.” The boy rambled in the hopes of quieting the fear. What of, not even he knew anymore.
Pulling down the sleeves of his cardigan one final time, he stepped onto the plane and began preperation for what was to come. He could do this. He wanted to do this. He had to do this.