Post by Kaden Nott on Jul 29, 2008 13:40:10 GMT -8
Name:chrissy
Character: Kaden Alexander Nott
Parents:Theodore and Pansy [Parkinson] Nott
House: Slytherin
Age/Year: 16/sixth
Birth gender: male
Sample:
A young boy of seventeen with sandy brown hair and hazel eyes sat by himself at the edge of the lake at Vice Academy. He wore a pair of slightly loose beige pants with a green T-shirt and a black hoodie thrown over it, his sandy hair hanging down in his face like it always did. He stared down at the crystal blue lake with his legs curled up to his body and his arms wrapped around his leg. Just by looking at the boy you could see fear, no matter when you sat him his eyes always screamed out in terror or worry. Leighton liked being alone, it was peaceful and no one was getting into his business. He liked being away from is foster home because all his foster parents tried to do was help, while Leigh didn’t want any help. He wanted to be left alone and deal with his problems by himself. He loved his sister and all but she was just as annoying, then again she was the only person he could really talk to but he only wanted to talk when he wanted to, not when others wanted him to.
Looking down at his shoes, one of them laid slightly untied, and being Leigh’s luck he would trip when he stood up. So he grabbed the strings and began tying them up. But without realizing what he was doing, he began untying them again and re tying them. He looked at his feet and was confused.
“Crap” He mumbled, realizing what he was doing, he tied it again and quickly removed his hands, fighting the urge to un tie his shoes. He hated being so weird and different, this stupid Asperger disorder made him repeat things a lot, made him very uncoordinated and effected his speech only slightly. He stuttered a lot but besides that he spoke like anyone his age would. most of the time he just wanted to crawl into a hole and be left alone because being different sucked. He got laughed at a lot when he was little because when the teacher asked him to recite the alphabet he would go ‘A B C D E E F G G H I J K L L…’ it was embarrassing and gave kids a reason to mock him.
Picking up a flat smooth pebble and twirled it around in his hand a few times, it felt slimy, but it wasn’t. He threw it into the water, the pebble skipped a few times before disappearing into the lake. He picked up another, not as flat and with slightly jaggier edges. It skipped only twice before disappearing. Leigh kicked some dirt under his foot and sighed softly. Was there such thing as enough alone time? Leigh loved being alone but somewhere in the back of his mind he wanted to be surrounded by people like others were. Then again, if he was surrounded by people he would probably have a panic attack. He was torn between liking where he was and hating it. Leigh played with the ends of his hair, he usually did that when he was feeling anxiety building up in his gut, it made him feel icky and scared. Leighton really just wanted someone to hold him and tell him he wasn’t a freak or a weirdo. But he would never admit that out loud, but it would be nice to have someone really care about him, and kiss him and hug him.
Character: Kaden Alexander Nott
Parents:Theodore and Pansy [Parkinson] Nott
House: Slytherin
Age/Year: 16/sixth
Birth gender: male
Sample:
A young boy of seventeen with sandy brown hair and hazel eyes sat by himself at the edge of the lake at Vice Academy. He wore a pair of slightly loose beige pants with a green T-shirt and a black hoodie thrown over it, his sandy hair hanging down in his face like it always did. He stared down at the crystal blue lake with his legs curled up to his body and his arms wrapped around his leg. Just by looking at the boy you could see fear, no matter when you sat him his eyes always screamed out in terror or worry. Leighton liked being alone, it was peaceful and no one was getting into his business. He liked being away from is foster home because all his foster parents tried to do was help, while Leigh didn’t want any help. He wanted to be left alone and deal with his problems by himself. He loved his sister and all but she was just as annoying, then again she was the only person he could really talk to but he only wanted to talk when he wanted to, not when others wanted him to.
Looking down at his shoes, one of them laid slightly untied, and being Leigh’s luck he would trip when he stood up. So he grabbed the strings and began tying them up. But without realizing what he was doing, he began untying them again and re tying them. He looked at his feet and was confused.
“Crap” He mumbled, realizing what he was doing, he tied it again and quickly removed his hands, fighting the urge to un tie his shoes. He hated being so weird and different, this stupid Asperger disorder made him repeat things a lot, made him very uncoordinated and effected his speech only slightly. He stuttered a lot but besides that he spoke like anyone his age would. most of the time he just wanted to crawl into a hole and be left alone because being different sucked. He got laughed at a lot when he was little because when the teacher asked him to recite the alphabet he would go ‘A B C D E E F G G H I J K L L…’ it was embarrassing and gave kids a reason to mock him.
Picking up a flat smooth pebble and twirled it around in his hand a few times, it felt slimy, but it wasn’t. He threw it into the water, the pebble skipped a few times before disappearing into the lake. He picked up another, not as flat and with slightly jaggier edges. It skipped only twice before disappearing. Leigh kicked some dirt under his foot and sighed softly. Was there such thing as enough alone time? Leigh loved being alone but somewhere in the back of his mind he wanted to be surrounded by people like others were. Then again, if he was surrounded by people he would probably have a panic attack. He was torn between liking where he was and hating it. Leigh played with the ends of his hair, he usually did that when he was feeling anxiety building up in his gut, it made him feel icky and scared. Leighton really just wanted someone to hold him and tell him he wasn’t a freak or a weirdo. But he would never admit that out loud, but it would be nice to have someone really care about him, and kiss him and hug him.
