Post by nate gray on Jan 7, 2009 11:02:44 GMT -5
come as you are you're a superstar
Nathaniel Jace Gray[/color]
hey there! it's Nathaniel, or Nate,
broadcasting to you live for eighteen years non
stop. btw, i was born on 09/16/1990. currently
i'm livin' it up as a counselor from Hollywood. for now though, i'm signing off with an iLy.
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it's kind of obvious that i'm a brunette with these amazing brown eyes. as much as it's none of your b-i-buisness, i weigh 145 lbs.. i think that's pretty healthy for a 6'1" tall boy. if you look closely, you'll see that i have zero piercings. radtastic right? totally. people tend to tell me i look like nick jonas and now that it's out there, i can totally see it.
nobody in the world's gonna bring us down
[/center][/color][/font]i like a lot of things but mostly
As far as my personality goes, I'm pretty much laid back. I try not to get angry over things too easily, and I'm pretty quiet. Most of the time it's Shane or Jason speaking for me. Hey, they're my brothers, they know what I'm thinking the majority of the time. Well, they think they do at least.
I'd like to say I'm pretty friendly. I have a lot of close friends, and I'm very trustworthy. If you tell me a secret, I'll keep it 'til I'm in the grave and after that. Though, I don't trust very easily. It takes a while to gain my trust. I don't get offended easily, and I'm usually the person running around coming up with new ideas for stupid stuff to do. I never actually do them, though. That's Shane's job.
I'm creative. I love to write music. I guess creativity is a personality trait, right? I think about things way too much, but I blame that on me being an artist. All artists see the world differently, right? I firmly believe that one of these days, everyone will get along. I may be foolish, but I think that common bond is music. It doesn't matter what type. Rock, soul, country, r&b, hip hop... it doesn't matter. I think music is going to be what saves the world.
finding our voice while living our dreams
[/center][/color][/font]my mom, Denise Anne Gray, is a Nurse and only 43. my dad, Paul Gray, is a Doctor and only 45. i have 2 siblings and 7 pets. my life is terribly complicated so i'll let you figure it out for yourself. trust me, it'll be worth the read.
"So I guess here is where I have to tell you about my life, right? Sit down and take a seat, it'll be interesting. First off, my name is Nathaniel Jace Gray. No, don't call me Nathaniel. I go by Nate. But anyways... I grew up loving to sing. My dad and mom both work in a hospital, but they sang in church when I was young, and I loved it. Shane and Jason sang, as well... but I think their dreams were a little different than mine.
When I was 13 years old, I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. In case you don't know, that means my body doesn't produce a hormone called insulin that breaks down sugars in my body. I think I have to thank Shane for that one. We were on some retreat once and I got out of the water and he said I looked a little skinny. We went to the hospital, I was diagnosed, the end. So I guess my brother saved my life in a way.
However, that's not my whole life story. I try to make sure diabetes doesn't keep me down. After those first couple of months getting my sugar together, I've only had trouble a couple of times. I've only passed out 3 or 4 times since I was thirteen. Not bad for 5 years, right?
But enough about that. You want to know me from camp, right? Well, I was a camper at Camp Rock when I was 16. Me and my two brothers both found our sound, and were signed. For a while, it was going great... until they forced us to play what THEY wanted to hear instead of what we wanted to play. That didn't sit well with Shane and he went all drama queen on us and walked out.
That summer, he wrote Play My Music, and we were back. The record label loved it, and they've decided to trust our judgement since we are the same age as our fans, not them. But once again, I'm supposed to be talking about Camp Rock.
Last year, I came back as a camper for one last time. And I fell in love. Cheesy, no? Well, it happened. Emma and I were friends, and something about her just sparked something in me. I fell in love with her, but somewhere through the year... she got angry with me. You see, my best friend in the world is Madison Jones. She's been on a few tours with us and I feel like she is my sister. I liked her for a while, but I didn't think she'd return the favor.
Anyways... back to the story. I passed out one day, and Madison found me. I don't think I'd be alive without her. I think that statement made Emma extremely mad, and we just sort of stopped talking. I think about her every single day, and I miss her like crazy... but I can't let that stand in my way. I have to live MY life. Girls will come later. I have my brothers, my friends, and my absolute BEST friend by my side. I think I'll be fine for now. Though, I don't know if I'm quite willing to give up hope on Emma yet.
Anyway... that brings me to here. I'm back at Camp Rock, but this time as a counselor... and I can't wait to see what happens! And now, five hours later, you've learned my history. Enjoy?"
'cause we rock! we rock on!
[/center][/color][/font]so hey my name is michelle and i'm 18 years old. i've been rping for 4 years. oh and here's my rp sample, just in case y'know.
Dalton smiled when she giggled at his kiss on the back of her hand. So... she was the type who still enjoyed romantics. It seemed as if most women these days didn't quite like the idea of early history wooing of a lady. Most girls today just wanted to hop in bed with him and not worry about the details. But Cara... she understood the meaning of what true romance was. That... he would love. He would be willing to romance her until the day she stopped breathing. He just enjoyed it.
What wasn't to love about the reaction on a woman's face when she walked into a room covered in flowers? When she listened to a voice mail of a man singing to her, or telling her he loved her? Of course, none of Dalton's friends knew of his love for stuff like that. It seemed as if only gay men were allowed to understand the confines of a woman's brain... but Dalton thought he could get pretty close.
Cara, however, he didn't fully understand. She knew his past... she knew his reputation... yet she still wanted to take the time to see through all of that. Her willingness to oversee his outer layer intrigued him... and he adored it. He smiled at her as she said something about him looking good as well and he nodded. "My gratitude is immense." He wasn't sure why he spoke like that. Maybe it was the romantic attitude. Why didn't people speak like that more often? Instead of hey! what's up?, they could say good evening, how are you on this beautiful day? not quite to the point of Shakespeare, but elegant enough to prove that they had intelligence.
That was something else he liked about Cara. She didn't flaunt it, but she was intelligent. He knew she had a good mind, and he loved that immensely. He smirked at her demeanor when posed with a question about her home. There wasn't any need to feel bad. An escape was simply a privilege for good behavior in his eyes.
He laughed as she took a seat and asked if he had any movies. "Well, I was going to say make yourself comfortable, but it seems as if you already have." He grinned and walked over to the DVD player, opening the cabinet beside it. "Actually, these are all my movies. I have anything from Disney movies to gore to romance." He said, smiling up at her. He was a movie lover. Everything that came into theaters, he loved. That's all there was to it. Even if it was the most horrible film in the world, he'd buy it... simply because it was an obsession.
He picked up a movie and popped it in the player. He smiled and grabbed the remote, bringing it over with him. He didn't want to sit too close to Cara for fear of her moving away, so he sat next to her where she had pat the couch, but left enough room to where they weren't touching. He clicked play on the remote and waited for the title menu to pop up. "Enjoy." was all he said before clicking a button on the table next to the couch to dim the lights. His arm went to rest around the back of the couch, but not touching her. Once again, he didn't want to intrude.
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