NERO, HEATH KARDEL

[heath]

* heath k. nero ,

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

FULL NAME

heath kardel nero.

NICKNAMES

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DATE OF BIRTH

February 14, 1992

AGE

18, turning 19

GRADE/YEAR

Graduate, Sophomore

ELEMENT

wind.

SEXUALITY

heterosexual.

MARITAL STATUS

single.

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

CELEBRITY CLAIM

matt lanter.

EYE COLOUR

electric cobalt.

HAIR COLOUR

differs from sandy brown to dark brown.

HEIGHT & WEIGHT

6'; 87 kgs

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES

a tattoed japanese symbol meaning 'divine' can be found on his left palm.

CLOTHING STYLE

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

POSITIVE TRAITS

• strong-willed
  
• easy-going
  
• nice
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• stoic
  
• aloof
  
• blunt
  

LIKES

• raindrops. he likes the way they feel when they fall on his skin.
  
• the heavenly bodies. especially about constellations.
  
• daydreaming. in class.
  
• sleeping. in class also.
  
• psychology. he likes to study characteristics.
  

DISLIKES

• being disturbed. he doesn't like it.
  
• girls gaggling. he doesn't mind the chatter, but when it gets too noisy..
  
• 'typical' male behaviours. especially male perverts.
  
• cliques. waste of time.
  
• warfare. also a waste of time.
  

STRENGTHS

• apt. it's not very surprising.
  
• omnicompetent. seemingly literal.
  
• charm. when he wants to get something done, he almost always has it achieved. 90% of the time.
  

WEAKNESSES

• younger children. if you are below his age, you are a child, and have an immediate excuse to squirm right into his heart, and grab hold of his sympathy, rather than have his eyes avert away.
  
• stresser. even though he keeps a calm facade, underneath all that stoic manliness, and almost every time he gets approached by an adult, you can expect him to be stressing more than any being would.
  
• the word 'no'. he sees it being unfortunate habit of his that this word gets rarely rolled out of his tongue and out of his mouth.
  

FEARS

• for his bloodline.
  
• his sick, younger sister dying.
  
• the absence of insanity.
  

BEST MEMORY

the breeze brought in the change, moved those that were once stationary. the small changes -petals of cherry blossoms swirling in a seemingly orchestrated manner, long grass that swayed in accordance of the wind- brought a small, gentle smile to his face. but not entirely subtle enough to go unnoticed.

hey, you're smiling! the voice, so sweet and soft, made his left eye to open, welcoming the pale face of a small angel, grinning down on him. the tone of her voice was painted with surprise, and swallowed with overwhelming sense of victory. as if it was rare to see him smile.

of course, it was. what? i'm not allowed to? opening the other eye, he grabbed a hold of her waist and pulled her away from him, before sitting up himself, leaning his hand down on the soft, long grass behind him. it took no less than a second to anticipate and ready himself for what was coming, which immediately forced him down again on the ground. i missed you! she cried out, as she tautened the grip of her arms around his neck. a soft laugh escaped his lips, and gave a wave of hand as he saw his parents approaching from the distance, hands occupied with the make-up of their first ever picnic.

i missed you too.

WORST MEMORY

..i thought you were in school.

the fragile voice managed to take his attention from his impenetrable wall of self-conclusions, allowed a moment of unsettling silence to reign in, taking words that he'd just about to say. his eyes flickered to her smiling face, a slight hurt now visible in his eyes. lying down of this bed, surrounded by white walls, and nothing but the ceiling to entertain -- he didn't want her to feel alone.

i got kicked out.

of course, the advantage of being her also came with the fact that she was the only one who could see right through him.

you have to go back.

he hated that the tiny voice, no matter how breakable it was, could always dictate without seeming to force, and how prone he was to obeying it. in that silence, as she began to close her eyes, he said nothing.

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LONG-TERM GOAL

live and let live.

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

MOTHER

Dovasory Ira Nero (39); florist, duchess

FATHER

Jacob Loyce Nero (40); army general, duke

SIBLINGS

Brigitte Jenni Nero (5); kindergarten student.

OTHER

Benjamin Javier Santiago (19); sophomore, best friend. | met in kindergarten, still best friends even though they're apart.

HISTORY

in every relationship, a complication seems to always apear, in every possible form. and no matter how much of a problem it is, whether little or much, people involved hurt.

dove and jacob's love story starts like any other. they met at the eve of new year's, at a park in rome, italy, under the hypnotizing fireworks, among strangers and friends alike. such young love, of course, was expected to crash down as fast as it had built up. perhaps it was the mere presonailty of dove that kept jacob strung out, that kept him around her like her protector, never wanting a frown on her face, always trying to make her smile and laugh. perhaps it was that faint smile that jacob couldn't resist -- but whatever it was, brought them intimately closer, a strong, mutual bond tieing their hearts together.

unfortunately, not every truth was uncovered at the right time.

jacob loyce nero, the 18-year-old french prodigy, who could speak five tongues, was the son of the duke of anjou, nthaneal mrein nero. jacob had just transferred to italy, due to his incessant protest for a feeling of being normal, since all his life, he had only been tutored at home, gained only a few friends. never expecting for things to spiral to that fearful direction, they fell for each other, and, determined to keep her in his heart forever, he took his own leap and introduced her to his family. a mansion built in the countryside of france, with land that stretched for miles, he had hoped that she wouldn't be too intimidated, and assured that all would be fine.

one glance, with one look, said it all.

forbidden, jacob wasn't one to stand idly by and order someone's will over his own. so, at the dead of the night, he left, cashed out his own money, and went all the way to italy, where, dove had been waiting for him, though without assurance, as communication was banned between them.

three years together, he couldn't help but wonder why his family wouldn't approve of her, seeing as who she was and how far her capabilities could extend to the end. a wind elemental, with perhaps, a more simpler background, and softer glance on controlling her element.

the moment baby heath was born though, it was like an ephiphany of lightning.

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heath kardel nero, born february 14, 1992, became heir to his father's place the moment his name got scribed down on his birth certificate. from the moment he could, he fought against this current.

by his birth, his father's part of the family broke down the cold wall that had separated them from him for years, and looked kindly to the future of the family. dove, the kinda, nurturing mother that she is, gave in to the idea of being taken care of, instead of the other way around. by her own choice, however, she had asked her husband to grant her a happiness that never failed to make her smile, which was why, during heath's third birthday, a greenhouse was built in the midst of the forest -- a forest which they too, owned.

heath's childhood could be fairly summarized as spoiled, in a sense that everything he wanted and needed was granted to him. from the moment he could talk, he was already having private tutors, all of whom were expected to teach in a very advanced level. in the house of nero, one could always expect a very witty comeback to any comment, even the little ones. luckily, due to his mother's presence, he was still able to feel normal now and again, visiting random parks with no guards looming over, or any maids that would insist for him not to venture through the moneky bars, sit on the swings, interact with the other kids -- all things that were considered to be open to commoners. every activity was accessible in their mansion, transportation was one call away; all things that were expected to make him feel normal were there.

except, of course, he didn't.

and although his physical and mental health were more than that of what a child's average was supposed to be, there was still a gap in his life, where all the friends, the bonding, the trust, the socialization was supposed to be in.

by the time he turned 13, his personality was already set in stone: quiet, stoic, mysterious, mature. there was no regret with the way he lived -- the isolation of his whole childhood, in his opinion, was something that had to happen, and was therefore useless to even complain about. being as he was, he maintained his head, heart, and kept to himself, only gaining a few friends here and there. it wasn't after he turned 15, that he came to know the existense of his sick sister, with which he became very moody about.

as years progressed, nothing that would alter a teenager's perspective, or personality, never even seemed to tweak a change on him, even if only slightly. as a result, a fan club rose among the girls, hate clubs for the guys. perhaps it would indeed be an interesting feeling, but he only saw love to be just something considered to be dull. effects of his childhod perhaps, but reading, seeing and hearing about what love is and what it does, was just another subject that was taught very well, although, unfortunately, without an first-hand experience.

he became favoured among the teachers, voted as a stand-in leader, and became one of the many helping hands to the professors, in a sense that he would lead one remedial class for a week, likewise to his classmates.

hitting 18, everything suddenly started spiralling downhill. the news of his sister's sickness stabbed first, making him drop everything to stay by her side. all three months, with the excuse of his own 'sudden illness' he stayed with her, ignoring all orders of going back to continue his studies. the thread was a second stab, but that time, it was with a more lethal knife. he looking to drop everything, was said to be an act of finally coming to terms of royalty, in which case, he would be cut from the commoners, and live and learn the ways of royalty. with the push of his brigitte's insisting, he returned back to the academy, more in doubt and stress than he had ever been before.

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

YOUR NAME

izuruu. izu for short. :3

YOUR AGE

above what the age is supposed to be above.

RP EXPERIENCE

a year i think.

HOW'D YOU FIND US?

a little bird told me.

SECRET WORD

correct

RP SAMPLE

two years.

and then what?

alfred? he called out, placing a hand on the wooden wall as he stepped in the stable, eyes keen and alive. not so surprisingly, there were no playing emotions on his face, nor a hint of vulnerable feeling, but what was surprising, was the fact that he felt rather disappointed at the sight of absence of one he had counted on.

morning was slowly waking, and dressed in his horse riding clothes, he had hoped to face the rising sun with the greeting of his entrance. as much as he hated the cut-throat like ways of royalty, he did enjoy the fact that he could do as he pleased, even if for a short while.

there was nothing to brag about -- riches were for entertainment, and to talk about power and land was nothing more than a waste of time. even if it concerned everything about his future, he wanted nothing to do with the royal side of his blood, preferring instead, the quaint serenity of what simplicity his parents offered. as much as he knew, his father had run away from home for being told that he would have no choice but separate himself from a commoner like his mother. now an army general, heath wondered whether he would place himself on the same ground, just for the while of life.

he sighed, ruffling his hair before walking towards his own black stallion, zion. the image of the future loomed in, and he couldn't help but think that he would have no choice but to abide with his blood, and continue the lineage as his father had. but if he wasn't able to find anyone, the alternative would be arranged marriage.

enough, heath, he thought to himself, stroking now the head of his horse, smiling faintly as the familiar scent caught the attention of the animal. there's no use brooding over what will eventually happen. right, zion?

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