HAWTHORNE, NICOLETTE ADELISE

[nicolette]

* nicolette a. hawthorne ,

* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME nicolette adelise hawthorne

NICKNAMES nico

DATE OF BIRTH may fifteenth, nineteen ninety five

AGE fifteen

GRADE/YEAR ten, sophomore

ELEMENT water

SEXUALITY heterosexual

MARITAL STATUS single

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM tay jardine

EYE COLOUR brown

HAIR COLOUR brown

HEIGHT & WEIGHT four feet ten inches, one hundred and ten pounds

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES nicolette actually has a few scars from being a reckless child, and has a rather large scar on her calf from her shin snapping in half while trying to skateboard off a roof of a building. she's only got one tattoo, and that's a little anchor on the inside of her right wrist. as far as piercings go, she has her ear and her nostril-- that's about it though. the biggest distinguishing figure is how petite she is. she's practically fun-sized.

CLOTHING STYLE i guess if we had to label it anything, it would be hipster-boho. she wears a lot of sandals, as well as a lot of dr. martens. honestly, she doesn't have one 'set' style. like water, she's always changing, adapting her look for whatever social situation she may find herself in.

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• outgoing
  
• friendly
  
• optimistic
  
• positive mental attitude
  
• funny
  
• adventurous
  
• loyal to a fault
  
• independent
  
• compassionate
  
• attentive
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• naive
  
• easily-stressed
  
• stubborn
  
• black-and-white about some things
  
• reckless
  
• obsessive over small details
  
• embellishes a lot
  
• nosy
  
• outlandish
  
• loud
  

LIKES

• working on her abilities
  
• pranking others
  
• video games
  
• being young
  
• horror movies
  
• zombies!
  
• baking food
  
• music
  - acoustic
  - jazz
  - pop punk
  - hardcore
  - rap
  - hip hop
  - experimental
  
• coca-cola products
  
• laughing hard
  
• cuddling
  
• disney movies
  
• starbucks frappes
  
• the smell of marijuana on someone's clothing
  

DISLIKES

• liars
  
• alcohol
  
• people who fake emotion
  
• cancer
  
• alcoholism
  
• drug addiction
  
• internet tough guys
  
• bandeau tops
  
• over-sleeping
  
• being sick
  
• nosebleeds
  
• centipedes
  
• illegal substances
  
• oily hair
  
  

STRENGTHS

• compassionate
  
• driven
  
• empathetic
  
• intuitive
  
• optimistic
  
• strong
  
• intelligent
  

WEAKNESSES

• naive
  
• stubborn
  
• low self esteem
  
• holds a grudge
  
• overreacts
  
• harsh
  
• lacks tact
  

FEARS

• losing another family member to cancer
  
• becoming addicted to some kind of substance
  
• rejection by her peers
  
• becoming everything she hates.
  

BEST MEMORY when nicolette hawthorne was about four years old, up until she was eight her uncle used to have these large cookouts-- and all of her family would be there, and everything seemed so perfect. her uncle didn't look like he had any issues at all, and everything was just... normal and great. nicolette would give anything to go back there.

WORST MEMORY seeing her uncle when he came back to boston from florida, the toll of chemotherapy on him made him look like a shell of what he used to be. he didn't even really talk to her while she was there. didn't even hug her, or say 'goodbye'. the mere remembrance of that day could bring her to tears.

LONG-TERM GOAL To become a famous musician

* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHER augustine leigh raleigh, 47, psychic medium

FATHER daniel jamison vorseth, 48, carnival worker

SIBLINGS justine samantha raleigh, 19, college student

OTHER
aiden james raleigh, deceased, uncle
kailyn madison raleigh, fifty four, aunt

HISTORY
nicolette hawthorne grew up in a two story victorian house with her loving mother, and sister. her uncle, aiden-- and his wife, maria lived with their daughter celeste on the first floor, and everything was perfect. nicolette as a child was very, very loved. always taken care of, and always cherished by her loving mom and doting uncle. whom always smelled of marijuana, and stale alcohol. looking back nicolette should've been able to see the signs of her uncle's alcoholism, although he kept it well hidden. all she honestly remembers was playing videogames with him and him painting her nails for her.

it wasn't until she was in third grade when her uncle ended up divorcing maria. aiden's alcoholism had brought her to her wit's end. nicolette was heartbroken as maria left with nico's cousin. that's when her aunt kailyn moved in-- kailyn was a horrible woman who did not care for nicolette's bold defiance of her. the only one nico took orders from was her mother, who was currently deep in depression. unaware of what was going on beyond her little bedroom-- she let nicolette suffer the horrible verbal abuse that would go on for three more years. this abuse changed nico, making her more of a shut-in... making her a target for school children who all ready thought something was odd with her.

at this time, nicolette ended up staying away from home as often as possible-- finding herself at the beach. the water being the one thing that didn't judge her. water didn't hate her, and in water she began practicing her abilities. they didn't truly hit her until she was about thirteen. her aunt had been in the water, and honestly-- after enduring so much abuse she began to wish the water would turn into a whirlpool... well, the water started to change. maybe it was how badly she wanted it, how much rage she had towards her-- but her mother snapped her out of it.

after that incident, her aunt moved to tennessee, claiming augustine had a child with the devil. after kailyn left a couple of men from an institute came to her house. they were from an academy that helped people who could control the elements... so, after conversing with her mom... she went. they helped her a lot, actually... seeing as she was so hesitant to go, she got the therapy she needed for what happened. she ended up growing from what she was. getting a better grip on her abilities.

when she turned fourteen-- the unthinkable happened. aiden raleigh was diagnosed with brain cancer and cirrhosis. all those years of drinking copious amounts of alcohol had finally caught up to him. he died two weeks before thanksgiving, and poor nico didn't know what to say.. what to think. so when she went to the funeral, before she went back she got a tattoo on her wrist of an anchor.

now she's just going to school, trying to live her life the best way she knows how, and getting the education she needs. things after all, could-- and have, been much worse.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

YOUR NAME Rockett

YOUR AGE Nineteen

RP EXPERIENCE Three Years

HOW'D YOU FIND US? Caution

SECRET WORD Correct

RP SAMPLE

Living in the center of town was great, being fifteen minutes from everything? Seriously, Vanna adored it. She loved her loft that overlooked the city, it was great. The screen illuminated the sun-kissed girl’s face as she watched her friend’s response. Poor guy was sick, but getting out would probably have done him a lot of good. Sighing softly as she glanced in the mirror, she looked pretty as usual. She knew she’d never be perfect, and she had accepted that. There was a reason for everything, but still… Her flaws stood out to her like neon lights. To anyone with a real grip on things, one would say she was sweating the small stuff—the hairdresser though, after being around it for so long… She kind of wanted it more. Wanted to have that unearthly beauty, that despite covering it up with tattoos—That Jordan still had. Ah yes, her best friend—whose happened to have a minor illness as of late. Honestly, had she really known about his condition, even though it wasn’t serious—she probably would’ve brought him some type of soup.

Exiting the loft, her flip flops hit the stairs gently. The warm summer sun danced on the slightly tanned girl’s skin as she headed down the busy main street. The five foot girl ran around, doing her normal errands consisting of checking mail, dropping off some packages, and last but not least—visiting her favorite photographer briefly to talk about a new shoot. The errands actually went by very fast, and before she knew it—she was outside of the large Starbucks establishment that was a couple blocks from the shore. Entering the well lit café, she noticed the line was a bit longer than usual. So Vanna pulled out her phone, and decided to text Jordan; ‘Sorry it’s taking so long. There’s a long line at Starbucks’. As usual, Vanna kept it short and to the point. The line went through quickly as more staff began to work, and before the hairdresser could realize it—she was at the front of the line.

“You know the usual.”

Vanna always stopped by Starbucks before work, so they had her order down pat. This happened to be her medium frappe, and Jordan’s warm coffee. She never understood how in God’s name he could drink warm coffee in the summer, it seemed almost sacrilegious to her. Leaving a five dollar tip in the jar, she headed out to her next destination- the beach with her best friend. It reminded her of home, almost. Home, good old Boston; she wondered how much it had changed in those years she was gone. If it even really changed, cities like that—they don’t generally alter them much. People do, cities—they are more stable. She would have used Jordan as an example, except the tattoo artist’s case was far different than anyone she’d ever met. Where theirs was one of want, his was one of necessity—you could even go as far as to say desperation. Where people waited to show who they were, reserved them… Jordan made his insides; the way his brain worked—outside. He boldly put them on display for all to see, and in a lot of ways—Vanna envied him for his strength, his lack of caring.

Although in many ways, she consistently had it better than her friend. She didn’t have the pain of being bullied by all those who questioned her family. She didn’t have to worry about being labeled a ‘faggot’, and she certainly didn’t have to worry about being beaten up daily. Yes, although Vanna lacked perfection, and lacked the ability to not care—she had so much more. She had stability, she had a friend that would, and had bent backwards for her. He was the realism, where she was the constant optimist. They contrasted well, and most people didn’t understand why the successful hairdresser hung out with someone so opposed to the norm. Speaking of said person….

As Jordan came into her vision, a smile played her matte lips. Even with his tattoos, he still looked remarkable to her. Her amber eyes watched him as he seemed to be in a call. Vanna was aware that she had a kind of attraction to him, she wasn’t exactly sure what it was—but she knew it was strong enough to give her a slight nervous pit in her stomach. Watching him hang up the phone, she worked on sneaking up on him. Her ice-cold drink was pressed gently against his shoulder, and as she watched him get startled and jump slightly—she giggled softly. His reactions always seemed to amuse her endlessly. He was just a funny person, even if he didn’t notice. As she handed him his drink, she smiled up at him—having to literally look up at him to look him in the eye.

“I don’t get what it is with you and hot coffee on hot days—It’s weird.”

Cute, but odd.

[TAYLOR THE CANADIAN]

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* accepted ,

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