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burnside
04-20-2008, 08:14 AM
Username: burnside

GENERAL
Name: Nathan "Nate" Silva
Gender: Male
Age: 18
School: Higashi High School
School Clubs:
* Technology Club
* Photography Club


Skill Stats:
Stamina: 10
Strength: 11 (+1)
Defense 13 (+3)
Speed 6 (-4)
Total Skill Points: 40.

Status: F-Class ridin' for life, ya'll. (until I get better.)
A-T Information:
Nate's ATs are a straightforward mass-production model without much in the way of aftermarket parts. The body of his ATs are of a dark olive green; almost always darker that the shade of pants he's usually wearing; and trimmed in yellow and orange accents. He often carries a hip pouch with him during stormrider meetups containing spare parts to barter away with other riders, or to replace any parts on his own ATs that may break down.

LOOKS
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Eye Colour: Gray
Hair Colour: A very subdued blonde color
Skin Tone: Dark complexion (a family trait mixed with an unyielding love for sunshine)
Height/Weight: 5'11" 165
Blood-type: AB
Overall Appearance:
Nate's appearance could easily place him at the helm of just about any popular all night dance club in the city thanks to his easily impressionable nature and love for personal expression via' fashion. Bright colors like yellow and orange are often mixed with muted tones of green, dark gray, and sometimes a little black. He knows his ethnicity stands him apart from his peers at school, so when he's not in school uniform, he dresses to accentuate his dark tanned appearance. His hair, unruly as it may appear (see pic), is the unfortunate product of a failed attempt at making dreads, and no longer likes to "lay in a presentable manner." Not a big fan of bandannas due to their associations with gangs and certain stormrider teams, Nate relies on his trusty (and very expensive) headphones as a hair-band to keep his locks (somewhat) under control. Pulling his hair back into a ponytail gives him headaches, so that style is rarely seen on him. His physique appears to be quite muscular, and through careful selection of clothing, makes him look even more fit than he actually is.

During stormrider meetups, Nate is almost always decked out in attire similar to what is shown in the reference picture, and it isn't unlike him to even take his look a bit further with a little face makeup, drawing designs under his eyes and across the temples of his head in a color suited to match the trim of whatever he is wearing. He is almost -always- carrying his hip sack outside of school, and especially to meetings; regardless of whatever he has filled it with.


PERSONALITY
Likes:

Rhythm
People with good fashion sense
Used AT parts
Sunny days
Formula 1 race cars

Dislikes:

Bad hair days
Age restrictions
Smoking
Improperly tuned sound systems

Hobbies:

Tinkering with AT parts to apply their technology to different things
DJ'ing at certain stormrider meetups.
Doing amature photography at Parts Wars.
Practicing with his AT's to work his way up toward a skill level rating of "Bad" from his current skill level of "....*snicker*"


Fears: Physical injury, being held back by various personal and external obstacles (school interfering with DJ and Air Trek practice, doubts about if focusing on what he loves in life instead of school will take him as far as he thinks it will, parental disapproval of personal lifestyle, Etc. etc.)

Goals: To be able to at least keep up with other stormriders on ATs, to become a world renowned DJ whose breakout debut originates in Japan, to find a path in life that will carry him toward the happiness that he feels everyone deserves.

Overall Personality: Judging Nate's personality from his appearance would cause most people to see him as excessively extroverted and over-the-top, but that's only partially true. Nate is more than willing to ruffle a few feathers for kicks, but only when he feels the person whose feathers are being ruffled can handle a little teasing. When surrounded by conflict within a group of friends, he often plays to everyone's interests and desires; constantly seeking out a balance that suits everyone best. His personal belief that everyone should at least have a chance to be happy is something that he practically lives by, but he isn't blinded from the fact that there are often great personal sacrifices required in order to get where you want to be. He takes this into consideration with nearly everyone he meets, giving him a rather high level of empathy with who he's interacting with.
Regardless from all the nice-guy stuff, Nate is a curious person who cannot and will not stop until the questions concerning whatever is on his mind are answered. This curiosity brings him to tinker around with used AT parts quite often, looking for something else to apply the technology to and such.
He carries himself around with a humble self-assuredness that he is confident that he knows what he wants out of this life and how he is going to get it.


HISTORY
Birthplace: São Paulo, Brazil
Birthdate: April 2, 1990
Birthtime: 8:45 AM
Parents: Raul Silva(Brazil), Sara Silva(USA)
Siblings: none

Overall History:
Born and raised as the first son of a successful husband and wife business firm, Nate got to experience a lifestyle that many kids would dream of. While his parents were the type that was more than willing to allow technology and toys babysit their child, they still made an effort to play an active role in his life. Just about anything that he wanted, he got, so long as he expressed a sincere understanding that what he was receiving was an absolute priviledge that few people his age got to experience. Needless to say, Nate failed to become a spoiled brat.
Call it good parenting if you will.
As Nate grew older, the sheer number and variety of his interests began to spread into countless arenas. He was constantly taking apart electronics to inspect them to see how they worked; the same went for simple mechanical devices as well. He demonstrated a keen affinity for music as well, though his interest didn't bring him to make his own music so much as it drove him to create mix-tapes so he could combine all the musical love he could into one track while making it still sound good. His mother bought him a rather nice set of turntables and a mixer for his 15th birthday, and his father tried to broaden his horizons by trying to get him into photography; which he did successfully with the gift of a nice digital camera that Nate still uses till this day.

All through his childhood and up till his 15th birthday, Nate had a relatively stable and... quite good.. childhood. His closest friends held him in high regard even though they were not as financially well off as he was because he was so humble about social status to begin with. He fought fiercely for his friends when they were picked on, and they would come to his aid whenever the chance for random bully X would come to pink on him. None of them were ever good fighters though and almost always ran bullies away by boring them to death with the dull sounds of their faces hitting the bully's fists. The following victory circle was often filled with black eyes and bloody noses, but they were close friends that stood up for each other.
School was never a real problem for Nate; his studies always came back with high marks, especially in the sciences and certain mathmatics. Physics and music theory were his absolute favorite classes, which often added the "geek/nerd" title to his list of descriptions that his friends commonly used in regards to him.

Around his 15th birthday, his mother and father knocked on his bedroom door and requested to come in.. at the same time. This was something that rarely occurred unless a family member that he barely knew had died, or if he had been caught sneaking out to go play video games with his friends at night.

Raul and Sara braced him for news that they were no longer going to be living together; they were getting divorced. Expecting Nate to be devestated, he didn't over react as they had predicted he would; rather, Nate simply thought over the situation that they explained to him and understood that they were simply in agreement that going separate ways would the the only way for them to find true happiness for themselves. This was Nate's first lesson in overcoming personal obstacles, and his parents' decision was actually quite inspiring to him as opposed to hurtful.

Raul stayed in São Paulo where he continued work as the president of his business firm (a real estate planning and development group), while Sara moved off to the country she was most familiar with other than her own homeland... Japan.

Nate stayed behind with his father for a few more years in Brazil while keeping in constant contact with his mother with video conferencing and the telephone. A few times a year, she would fly him overseas to spend a few weeks with her in Tokyo and the surrounding areas. His Japanese language skill wasn't perfect, but considering his mother would teach him small tidbits while growing up, his 3-4 week long immersions into the culture, and occasional study of the language, he was more than capable of interacting and conversing with most Japanese citizens using their native tongue.

Just before his 17th birthday, Nate's mother extended an offer for him to stay with her for a while and attend school there in Tokyo, which he fully accepted without incurring any ill wishes from his father. "You'll always have a home somewhere so long as your mother and I are around, Nathan,"

Sara pulled numerous strings to help get Nate into certain schools, but the only one she could manage to easily get him into was Higashi High School, and she didn't want him away from his education longer than a few months.

EXTRA
Extra: .... no.. no extra.. not yet.. sooo sleepy. T_T

Roleplay Sample:
**7:02 AM: The Silva Residence; Tokyo, Japan.**
Trails of dark blonde hair snaked their way out from underneath Nate's covers that he had pulled up over his head in attempt to hide from the sound of the alarm clock's repetitive buzzing. "NATE! HIT THE SNOOZE BUTTON, AT LEAST! GEEZ!" a strong feminine voice yelled up through the western style house toward Nate's bedroom. "You'd think an 18 year old could get himself up out of bed easily enough without his own mother playing nanny," she complained as she quickly worked up a warm breakfast of eggs and bacon for her and her son. The irked expression on her face was clear, but the small smile that fought it's way out from the corner of her lips expressed a great deal of happiness that she was getting to spend more mornings with her son than she ever did when they were all living back in Brazil.

~NaBEH! MIh dE SHLOOZE BUHohN.....~
Nate wasn't sure he had heard it over the loud buzzing, but he was pretty sure his mom was just as pissed about the alarm clock trying to do it's job of waking him up; and failing. "..ohkay mahm.. snooze. yes." An arm slowly crawled out from under his blanket, searching for the rogue device that was so irritatingly determined to wake him up.

Blindly reaching out in search for the clock, Nate remembered that he had sat it further away from his bed the night before so that he would be forced to actually get up -out- of bed in order to shut down the offensive noise. This realization drove a new spike of irritatition through his body that almost woke him up.

Instead of giving in to the morning, Nate's arm stopped reaching for the clock and simply fell limp, dropping across a power cord that conveniently ran to the clock. A smile, almost villainous in nature, creeped across Nate's face as he slowly pulled the plug and the buzzing noise that wanted to end his sleep disappeared into the nothingness.

Stretching his other arm out from under his covers, Nate crawled back out from under his covers with eyes still closed, and smug smile still present, "... mm. Victory is me."

"Nathan.. Breakfast! Now!" a much more distinctive voice called up to his room again. He couldn't control it; first an eyebrow twitched, then his nose automatically drew in a deep smell, pulling with is a most delicious aroma.

Finally, one eye opened and this time there was a new mission. "... must.. eat.. delicious.. food.. -now-" Nate rolled out of bed and threw on a robe as he navigated the house with his one sleepy eye guiding him. He knew that in a year or so, he wouldn't have the luxury of having his mother making breakfast for him like this anymore.. or having a parent around to make sure that he got up for school. Or work. Or both.

~continued at another time, maybe.

(I tried to adhere to the rules as closely as possible, but I was uber-sleepy halfway through making the application, so; my apologies for any funkily worded sentences that don't have good flow or statements that just don't make sense. I'm hitting post before my browswer crashes or I fall asleep, or both. T_T)

Ayuki
04-21-2008, 07:46 PM
Seriously sweet application. :]
I see nothing that is particularly wrong, but I'd like you to add how he had discovered air-trecks. However, if you prefer him to discover it in the RPG itself, then everything is fine. Plus, you may want to add/edit a few things considering that you were super exhausted. xD So, until I get your reply (whether by private messaging, Shoutbox, or anything else), I'll approve it.

burnside
04-22-2008, 07:08 AM
Seriously sweet application. :]
I see nothing that is particularly wrong, but I'd like you to add how he had discovered air-trecks. However, if you prefer him to discover it in the RPG itself, then everything is fine. Plus, you may want to add/edit a few things considering that you were super exhausted. xD So, until I get your reply (whether by private messaging, Shoutbox, or anything else), I'll approve it.


Awesome. I'll work on Nate's intro into ATs and flesh out some more detail and clean up a few things later on this evening. Thanks for the review! ^^

burnside
04-22-2008, 08:58 PM
It had been two weeks already, but a solid number of the girls in class A were still apt to fall into random stare-sessions when they thought he wasn't looking. "Nayyt-oo" he could hear them whisper occasionally, followed with dialogue containing "funny hair" and "he's going to die from skin cancer someday!" He knew his complexion followed along a similar vein that some of the ganguro culture tried to achieve with tanning beds and fake tan-creams, but he was all natural, 100% Brazilian home-brew. He wondered if he would ever be able to explain to anyone that he didn't do tanning bed stuff and that he was au-natural?
His hair however...

Nate turned to watch the other high-schoolers mingle around in the courtyard through the window. It was funny to him, thinking that if someone were to take his picture at that very moment, he would have that stereotypical cinematic pose that he always saw in anime involving high-school aged people sitting around in the classroom waiting for their break to finish up.

In actuality, he discovered that more often than not, most Japanese students preferred to sit away from the window so that they would not be tempted by the possible distractions going on outside; thus, he almost always had a window seat on most days of class.

He discovered long ago that there were perks to sitting by a window that didn't involve being able to pine for the outside world on warm sunny days. In new environments, he would discretely watch the others in his class through their reflections on the window itself; their mannerisms, who was friends with who, how everyone interacted with one another. It was so secret-agent like... almost like having his very own privacy screen for watching others.

The only downside to it was that people often seemed to think of him as disinterested and aloof, but he knew he could change that perception of him later after he knew the personalities of everyone in his class.

While watching the giggly girls gossip and "secretly" pointing at various people around the room, one guy weaving through classroom chairs caught Nate's attention, working his way toward the very window he was watching reflections in. The native Japanese student sat down backwards in a chair, draping his arms over the backrest, staring at Nate directly through his own reflection in the glass.

"Oy, oy... I teach you one neat trick and you're burning it away like there's no tomorrow," Kei said mockingly while holding conversation with Nate's reflection.

Nate grinned a little before turning his attention away from the glass toward Kei, "Hey, at least I didn't immediately turn my head your way when I saw you walking up this time.."

"Hai, hai.. it's a dead giveaway to someone when you turn to face them when you should otherwise be oblivious to their presence... unless you can pull off some mystic-badass routine and make people think that you are just ultra-perceptive of your surroundings..." Kei explained to Nate, drawing his full attention toward him...

..as someone playfully flicked the back of Nate's head...

"which, you totally fail at, Mr. Silva.." another guy said from the vacant-until-2 seconds ago seat just behind Nate's.

"Noboru.. Hey, welcome to the party." Nate said as he turned in his seat to give attention to his two best friends in class now. "What's up guys?"

"You said you like to play music, right?" Noboru questioned in a most straightforward manner.

Kei interjected, "There's a party... of sorts.. tonight. We thought we would invite you to come along if you were free."

"A party? Realllllly... When? Where?" Noboru and Kei had Nate's full attention now. Parties were commonplace back in Sao Paulo where he could get access to a multitude of them; provided he could successfully sneak out at night and rendezvous with his friends. But ever since he moved to Japan with his mom, he previous lifestyle was on hiatus due to 1)Not knowing where people in his age group partied, 2)what kind of parties they partook in, and 3)not actually knowing people to get him invited to said parties.

"Meet with us out at the Eastside Park tonight at 10:00. It's an outdoorsy kind of event." Kei explained with a cryptic tone to his voice just as their teacher made his way back into the classroom.

"Alright class, settle down. Welcome to culinary arts 101. I will now teach you all how to skin a boar with your teeth."

*******
A cool breeze pushed through the trees from one of the various entrances to Eastside Park as Nate paced around waiting for his friends to show up. It was nearly 10:15 now. "Hahaha; idiot foriegner standing around at the park by himself." Nate mumbled in a mocking voice. "I bet he gets mugged by 10:30, if he waits that long." "I wonder if his hair glows in the dark?" "I wonder if he turns invisible in the dark since his skin is so dark as is."

Just has he hoisted his backpack up over his shoulder to readjust the straps for a more comfortable walk back to his house, a high pitched whine chased the breeze out of the trees. The noise got louder and louder; Nate's trained ear could tell there were actually 3 distinct sounds forming the high pitched whine.. small motors of some kind; he could hear a sound similar to the engage/disengage of a formula-1 car's clutch and transmission.

They were moving fast.. toward him..

Almost as if they were ghosts cloaked in various fashions, 3 figures erupted from around the bend leading into the park leaving a small trail of dust in their wake; their legs barely moved.. .they were not running.. nor were they walking.. it seemed like they were floating on air.

One of them broke free from the formation as he seemed to kick off the ground and up into the air, grabbing for a nearby tree branch.
Success followed; Nate watched as the unknown person allowed his momentum to carry his body around the tree branch as if he were a professional gymnast and up into the air... as he reached the peak of his upward momentum, the rider casually shifted his weight into a graceful turn, bringing his feet down onto the branch.. practically locking in place as they made contact.

"....power.. skates.."

"Air Treks, actually.." Kei corrected as he was now standing in front of an awe-struck Nathan.

Nate blinked a few times, pulling his eyes away from the aerial stunt that was just thrown down; completely oblivious to the fact that the other two riders had come to a stop in front of him, and they were in fact Nobuo and Kei. "Air Treks? They call those illegal back in Sao Paulo.. I've never actually seen them in action before in real life.. not like this at least.."

"Welcome to Japan; May all your dreams come true!" Kei said with a cheesy grin and a playful wink. "Come on, we've decided that you need to stop staring at the girls in class through the windows and get some real interaction for a change."

This was all too perfect. Nate had been dying for this; socialization. "The guy working music for us tonight actually made it after all," Nobuo explained as he tugged on Nate's arm, pulling him down the path with them, "so consider this your first introduction into real Japanese street culture. Learning what is popular with the kids nowadays and stuff."

Nate was almost speechless at this point; which was a bit odd for him. But with all honesty, it was almost too much awesome hitting him in the face at one time for him to really react any other way. Air treks.. true down Japanese music culture.. a party.. a nighttime social. Heaven. "Ho.. how did he just do that?" Nate said as the three of them passed under the acrobatic stormrider.

"Hah.. that's like, his only trick. if you thought that was awesome, wait till we get to the meeting." Kei said with his own brand of mischief-fueled grin.

"That really hurts, you know..." the tree-borne rider said with a mope. "Cuts right to my bone and all."

*****

5 minutes later:

*****
"Welcome to the big show, my friend. Mingle and enjoy the festivities. We'll be around with those guys over there if you need us.." Kei said with a simple pat onto Nate's back as the three escorts shifted their weight forward and shot off over the enbankment down into a massive crowd of people.

"Air Treks..." Nate mumbled to himself as he listened to Kei's and Nobuo's wheels free-spin as they soared through the air and down the incline. "Those motors are amazing..." Nate's inner geek couldn't stop listening to the subtle shifts in the resonance of his two friends' treks. Or the countless numbers of other skates humming in unison down below. Two wheels, 4 wheels; some 6 wheels. There were so many different types of Air Treks.. he could tell there were low end models and high end models all mingled together just from listening to them. His interest in formula car racing and musical inclinations were boiling over with stimulus from what he was witnessing.

And then someone else caught his eye; a single rider, previously lost in the mass of the crowd and not standing out whatsoever suddenly let loose a burst of speed, creating a wake of riders in his path as he shot through them all toward a lamp post.. the hums of the engines were now mixed with profanities and cheers as the stormrider leapt toward the pole, grabbing it with one hand, locking his wheels onto it with both feet, spinning around a full 3 rotations, and then releasing just before it seemed that the lamp post was going to rip free from it's foundation.

The rider's wheels were not humming; they were roaring as he soared back across the crowd in the direction that he originally came from. Roaring in a free spin that the rider was deliberately forcing to happen. It was all happening so fast.. Nate knew this.. but seeing this for the first time felt as though time had completely slowed down as he watched the rider use the gyroscopic forces coming from his skates to alter his orientation in mid air.. making it seem as though he jumped a second time.. in mid air, with nothing solid to stand on.

Wide eyed, and completely drained of all understanding of any amount of what physics were taking place, Nate felt a heavy pull on his chest. He had never seen anything like this before in his life; his knowledge of physics told him exactly how this was happening... but the fact that a regular human being was actually breaking physics down to this extent... this was unheard of. This was almost uncanny.. not natural..

... it was freaking Awesome..

Nate had quickly accepted the fact that the feeling in his chest was a physical reaction to a sudden radical change in his overall emotional state that would never ever be able to be scientifically explained. He was certain that humans only experienced this kind of euphoria once or twice in their entire lifetime -if- they were lucky; he was of the mindset that at this very moment, he had used up all the luck he would ever have and would never experience this kind of euphoria ever again..

Not until he got his own Air Treks, at least.

Ayuki
04-22-2008, 09:15 PM
SUPERB. I hope to see you clogging up the threads in the RPG Center. ;]
Anyways, you are now ACCEPTED by ' Ayu '.