kayden michael gruver
keep the first letter normal, rest italised.first i was a hatchling;
{the roleplayer}
name:Aaron
age:ninteen
rp experience: 4 years
other characters: none
contact info: vae0911@sbcglobale.net (just
how did you find us: here
put my name in the subject cause thats my cousins email
waiting for my bones to form;
{the basics}
full name:Kayden Michael Gruver
nickname(s):kay, kade, or just kayden
birthday: may 17th
age: 18
year: second year
course: dancer
next i was a fledgling leaping;
{the looks}
height:six foot one
build: average
eyes: brown eyes
hair: brown hair
playby: jacob wick
general/other: So Im going to say this straight out. No strings attached. Im not the best looking person you've ever seen. My hair is always a mess, it flying every which way and I don't even need any wind. My face is awkward too. I've been basically ugly since I can remember but somehow I always have the girls on me. Beats me really. I have an awkward voice too. Its kind of raspy but not shrilly, just deep and awkward. I don't know"
"So my face is werid. My heads like a oval shape. I have big lips, which is good on occasion. wink wink. Well I have oval shape brown eyes with little eyelashes. My eyebrows are huge though. Bushiest things you will ever see. They add character though. Well I think, Im rather fond of them. I would say I have an average nose. A little slope and tipped at the end of it.
"Im kinda tall. Nothing major but cause Im skinney it makes me look lanky or something. I have long legs though, great for sports. I have some good sized arms though. Not big but enough to get me on the football hockey and baseball team. So thats a plus. Oh yeah, Don't be scared if I make faces. I just happen to be able to strentch my face in odd ways no biggie."
"So I have a 'differnt' way of dressing. Cause I come from money I can get anything I want and get away with it even if its a bit odd. I wear alot of button up shirts, and vests. I have tons of striped sweaters and blazer jackets that are my favorite. I wear mostly jeans the ocasisional tshirt and hoddie. But I like to look my best and wear the oddest clothes that make me look great."
from the nest despite the fall;
{the personality}
likes:Playing his guitar
Going to wild partys
Hockey games
Sports in general
Singing to himself
Getting into crazy trouble
Writing his own music
Music music music
Vegetables and fruits
Dancing
Talking to everyone
The sound of the ocean
Taking random pictures of myself
Throwing parties
dislikes:
Breaking bones
Blacking out
Writers block
Birds
Not winning a fight
Hangovers
Arguments
Failing
Comitment
Losing
fears:
Breaking his leg
Car accidents
goals: sure hes a good dancer and all but he wants to be able to be a song writer. Its just his true passion and he is really good at it. He wants to be able to own a record company under his name and make people famous for their music
strengths: dancing
song writing
piano
guitar
kissing
fighting
readingvsheet music
hand eye coordination
reading
making weird faces
hockey games
leading
throwing party's
having a great time
weaknesses:
losing temper easily
staying out of trouble
hiding my true intentions
pouty faces
blackouts
booze, drugs,
Calming down
really caring about falling in love
taking advice to heart
telling people how he feels
general: Some people say that it's impossible for him to sit still, it's not true of course. It's just that he is almost always on the go, whether he is off to blend in with the crowd at a basketball game or sneaking into a club. A large supply of energy is what he needs to simply get through the day his day doesn't end at nightfall. He is a very social person and talking to people is something that he's good at. Now does this mean that he'll talk to every single person he sees? No, there are some people that he just refuses to talk to but those people are few and far between. His determination goes with this side of him as well. You see, whenever he gets an idea into his head he won't quit until the task is done or until he realizes that his goal is simply unachievable.
Nick does admit that he's cocky at times but it's just in his nature and he doesn't go around talking himself up constantly. He just wants to yell at people who are like that since they easily get on his nerves. Because honestly, if you're so great at something people are going to notice that eventually.
Being a slight romantic is something that he considers one big plus. Sure flirting with a ton of girls at a club is fine and dandy. But when it all boils down to it, in order to have a decent relationship with somebody one has to go out on fancy dates. Aided by his father's money he'll take a girl that he's really serious about out for a nice little candlelit date once and awhile. Although he would much prefer to go out to clubs and be active, he knows he can't do that all of the time. Nick could never be one of those people who have a the different girlfriend every week. It just wouldn't work for him due to the fact that he likes to be happy with someone who he can make happy. He is a little spiteful when somebody breaks up with him, but he doesn't do anything overly harmful. The most he'll do is try and get as many people as possible to dislike the ex. He'd never slash tires or do something like that. Nick just doesn't get dumped
Hes a artist at heart. Anything that has to do about music or performing he's into it. He has been playing guitar since he was ten and has a real passion for it. He is very good at it and was in a band for a while. He loves to sing too. That was his main role in said band. He loves instruments of all kinds. Piano is one of his favorites but he likes bass, some drums here and there. Hes tried the trumpet but it only seemed to annoy everyone around him so he stopped. He loves to paint. Not really objects but random lines and streaks of color that just look great, to him anyway. But he does dance. Its not his favorite because its really fruity and all but he tends to be real good for it. perfect body type and everything for the 'moves' and what not. But don't crack jokes at it, because with his temper and hidden strength you will be sorry.
oh how they fall;
{the history}
mother:Lucienne Gruver, stay at home mom with a degree in psychology
father:Bejamin T. Gruver, Cardioligist at Bellevue Hospital Center.
sibling(s)/other family: my twin sister Rebecka Ann
hometown: new york new york
history:
“Nick knows next to nothing of his past, the first real memories were from the age of 5, and of the adoptive family he was given too. They had been the type that took in children to cause they couldn’t have any other their own. It was a bit difficult growing up with just him and his sister in the house. His mother was working at the time and they were often left with various nannys to look after the two until they were old enough to be on their own. His parents were sensationally nice to the twins. Always trying to please them and just being the proudest parents they could be.
His memories are riddled with blackouts, and loss of time. His real mother was a good person but tended to drink while she was pregnant. So he was born with epilepsy, that would come and go, cause him to have seizures and black out. Thankfully though his sister was skipped over with it. In elementary school he was never made fun of his disorder though. Because he was such a charismatic boy many would take to him and you could say he and Becky ruled the school at a young age. He was put into a elite private school. Uniforms and wealthy families, where he was included.
By the time he was in middle school, he was the name of his little town. It was a pro sports school. Everyone who was anyone was in a sport and that was all that you could do to get somewhere. He was the star player on his middle school hockey team. Taking charge as captain and pushing his way to the top. Just like his father. He was the guy to make all the girls swoon at his wink and the guy to go to for a quick football game out on the street. A well rounded guy who everyone just wanted to be around.
When he was thirteen he finally asked what had happen to his birth parents. His foster parents were a bit scared to tell him but it went like this. His father was the famous Bugsby Siegel the mobster who started the Flamingo hotel on the strip on Las Vegas. He was the creme of the crop. THE person to know to have a fun drunk time. He made millions off the casino and with a bit of dealing under the table. It all ended when rumors began streaming around that he was taking some money off the top. No one knew who did it but while Nick was asleep in his room his parents were shot and killed by the mobsters her used to call family. They must of had plans for the kids, but they couldn’t find him after the funeral.
Knowing that he had been taking dancing classes for years now. Not really thinking much of it becuase he was only his sisters partner. But when his parents began talking about this school he decided to give it a shot. He was skeptical about getting in but somehow he did. Now he's away from his sister who had been attached to his hip for so long. Hoping that she'd be able to get in he's not all that sore about being away from home.”
how we fall;
{the sample}
rp sample:Nick had been sitting up there for almost two hours. Just on the windowsill looking out at the stars past by. With a small yellow blanket and his green spoon in his mouth, just chewing on it to keep from getting hungry. The weather outside was getting bad, snowing had been falling for hours, but at least the skies had cleared enough for him to find his favorite star and just look at it. It was almost midnight, and he was already drifting off against the cool glass. How he fit there is a mystery but his legs were bent at the knee as he looked out at the window. Really just wanting to go home home. Back to Massachusetts where he belonged.
He didn’t think he could ever be hurting like he was now. ‘I love him, have I told you?’ No she hadn’t. It didn’t hurt right away. Just after the fact that he was probably going to lose his best friend to this zach guy. She was the only person he had known for so long and the only girl who he just always wanted to be around her. Sure, he was always being his goofy self around her, but she never minded it. She was always there making the faces with him and having a great time. Sure he wasn’t the romantic type when he was around her, but it would have been awkward if he had. He did love her though. With his whole heart. And he was going to lose her. Complete lose her to this guy she hardly knew when he had known her the entire time at this school.
Harshly hitting the window with his fist he got down and grabbed his guitar that was sitting in the corner. He almost missed it because of the darkness of the room. He practically grabbed it off the wall and tossed himself back first on his bed. Holding it against his chest he began strumming a tune he had learned a few months back. Humming to the chords he closed his eyes and strummed a little louder. Not thinking about who would hear him. It wasn’t going to matter at this point. He didn’t have much to stay here for anyway. The soothing lullaby filled the room as he was halfway through the song.
All the time he was thinking. Thinking about everything. He couldn’t do that to his Katie. He loved her too much to put her through something like that. But he had to tell her at least. Just one more time so that he could have his way of goodbye before she was completely whisked away in the cowboys arms. Just on last night together so that he could know their closeness didn’t just end in an instant. That they had time to be together for one last time as best friends. Cause he loved his Katiebug and he was going to do whatever it took to make her happy.
GRUVER, KAYDEN, wic
