Post by Zackari Nickelsen on Apr 24, 2010 20:27:29 GMT -5
---------THIS IS YOUR STORY---------
zackari william nickelsen ,
---------ARE YOU GONNA TELL IT RIGHT?
give us the scoop ,
give us the scoop ,
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Zackari William Nickelsen - your typical seventeen year old boy. Okay, not really. The teenager prefers to go by Zack, but doesn't mind if he is called by his full name. He's originally from Tempe, Arizona, but had to move because of his father's job - being a CEO requires one to move occasionally, forcing the family of three to completely uproot their lives every couple of years or so.
Zackari is what would be labeled as a "scene" or "loner" kid, though he doesn't resemble a full, blown-out "emo". His hair is dark browna nd long, sweepng over his beautiful, big hazel eyes. His lips are full and plump as well. The boy is practically a stick, being way too underweight to be considered anywhere near fully healthy.
Zackari is what would be labeled as a "scene" or "loner" kid, though he doesn't resemble a full, blown-out "emo". His hair is dark browna nd long, sweepng over his beautiful, big hazel eyes. His lips are full and plump as well. The boy is practically a stick, being way too underweight to be considered anywhere near fully healthy.
got any secrets? ,
EVERYONE HAS SOME EVERYONE HAS SO
One big secret haunts Zack's mind night and day, even in his dreams. So far, absolutely no-one knows the boy's secret - and he'd really rather keep it that way. In all honesty, the boy prefers boys over girls. Okay, completely prefers boys over girls. Zackari is one hundred percent gay. And nobody knows.
Also, Zack's parents truly hate him because he wants to pursue a music career rather than college. From the moment he told them, he was practically disowned. Both his father and mother never speak to him and refuse to even acknowledge his existence. So Zack is alone most of the time, considering he was always a shy, quiet, please-don't-hurt-me type of guy. Anyone and everyone walks all over him and he never defends himself. But that's just how Zack is.
Also, Zack's parents truly hate him because he wants to pursue a music career rather than college. From the moment he told them, he was practically disowned. Both his father and mother never speak to him and refuse to even acknowledge his existence. So Zack is alone most of the time, considering he was always a shy, quiet, please-don't-hurt-me type of guy. Anyone and everyone walks all over him and he never defends himself. But that's just how Zack is.
behind the mask ,
ABOUT THE RPER ABOUT THE RPER AB
Hello thar. I am known as Sunny, or Sunnysky (don't call me the latter or I will EAT YOUR FAEC), as most of the admins here already know. I have been RPing for a long while - about four years, I'd estimate. You can contact me by PM mostly, or even the chatbox if I happen to be talking at the time.
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The morning wasn't particularly cold, though the teenage boy decided on wearing a thin jacket anyways. Underneath the black cotton jacket, a white V-neck shirt clung closely to the teenager's slim body. A silver chain hung from one of the belt-loops of the skinny jeans that fit snuggly on the boy's thin legs. Obviously worn-out Converse completed the plain outfit and shuffled along through the grass. Without looking where he was going, the junior walked along, keeping his hazel eyes glued to the ground. It was a terrible -and dangerous- habit of his, his Zack really preferred not to have to look at anyone he passed. He really didn't want to see any knowing glances or smirks from anyone that might know him - didn't want to see any disgusted faces.
When he finally dared to look up, though, Zackari noticed that there weren't too many people roaming around the park at that particular moment. One couple, a boy and girl who looked to be about in their early thirties, walked by him with their hand entwined. It sent a pang of hurt through Zack's lanky body, but he shook it off. Gazing off in a different direction, Zack noticed a boy definitely around his own age, sitting down on a wooden bench, sketchbook in hand. Zack watched from afar for a moment, curiously watching the boy as he drew whatever he was drawing.
The boy was cute, there was no doubt about that. Zack felt a slight blush make it's way onto his cheeks as the thought entered his mind. There was no sense in thinking like that; especially when the majority of boys seemed to be straight or were homophobes. But for some reason, Zack really wanted to go over and talk to the boy - one thing was for certain, Zackari had seen him somewhere. Probably from school, he figured, but he couldn't remember if he had any classes with the dark-haired mystery boy. It wasn't like he paid much attention to his classmates, anyway.
In a split-second decision and boost of confidence, Zack walked over to the other boy, biting down on his bottom lip. To say he was nervous was a major understatement; talking to people just wasn't something Zack was strong at. Usually, Zack's confidence level was a negative thirty. But at that particular moment, it was around a positive forty - a new high for him.
"Hi," he said, in his usual soft voice when he was standing about a yard from the park bench. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket, Zack turned his gaze to the grass once more.
When he finally dared to look up, though, Zackari noticed that there weren't too many people roaming around the park at that particular moment. One couple, a boy and girl who looked to be about in their early thirties, walked by him with their hand entwined. It sent a pang of hurt through Zack's lanky body, but he shook it off. Gazing off in a different direction, Zack noticed a boy definitely around his own age, sitting down on a wooden bench, sketchbook in hand. Zack watched from afar for a moment, curiously watching the boy as he drew whatever he was drawing.
The boy was cute, there was no doubt about that. Zack felt a slight blush make it's way onto his cheeks as the thought entered his mind. There was no sense in thinking like that; especially when the majority of boys seemed to be straight or were homophobes. But for some reason, Zack really wanted to go over and talk to the boy - one thing was for certain, Zackari had seen him somewhere. Probably from school, he figured, but he couldn't remember if he had any classes with the dark-haired mystery boy. It wasn't like he paid much attention to his classmates, anyway.
In a split-second decision and boost of confidence, Zack walked over to the other boy, biting down on his bottom lip. To say he was nervous was a major understatement; talking to people just wasn't something Zack was strong at. Usually, Zack's confidence level was a negative thirty. But at that particular moment, it was around a positive forty - a new high for him.
"Hi," he said, in his usual soft voice when he was standing about a yard from the park bench. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket, Zack turned his gaze to the grass once more.
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