Post by nyle james avery on Jul 16, 2011 23:48:16 GMT -5
nyle james avery
TWENTY. COLLEGE. PROTECTIVE. LOYAL. CURIOUS. ADAM GALLAGHER.
( name ) nyle (neal) james avery
( nicknames ) ny, ster
( gender ) male
( date of birth ) 14th november
( orientation ) bisexual
( height ) 6'0"
( weight ) 165lbs
( tattoos )n/a
( piercings ) n/a
( birthmarks ) upside down shaped heart on the left side of his back, down by the waist
( personality ) i'm probably one of the most loyal people you will ever meet. i keep my word, while most people don't even keep their promises now-a-days. then again, a promise means next to nothing, as it is. it's more like, if you say you'll do something, and someone asks you "do i have your word on that?" and you say yes, then well... a promise is one thing, and your word is another. which is why, i refuse to make any kind of promises. promises are meant to be broken, and they tend to have a bad reputation as it is. people call me stubborn all the time. i guess for the most part, they're right. once i've made my mind up on something -no matter what it is- then don't expect me to step back and change my mind. i'm as stubborn as they get, and if i have something on my mind, or if i happen to want something, there's also persistence on my side. one could say that i wouldn't know when to give up, and i guess they'd be right on that. it's just i don't give up on things that i happen to want in my life. or just things that simply happen to matter to me, as well. so, i've heard it, and i'm sure you've heard it as well. i'm over protective of those that mean the world to me. therefore, it'd be a shame if you happened to mess with one of them. i've also heard that i have quite the temper; my temper-mental attitude is pretty nasty, to say the least. the second you take the wrong step, well, that's the last step you'll be taking. i don't mess around when it comes to my fiery temper. once you've pissed me off, don't expect me to hold back. i'll end up hurting you on a physical level, or an emotional level. and of course, you can't forget the cold shoulder that will follow along with a well guarded grudge that'll last quite a while. i have a bit of a reputation as a manwhore , which i guess you could say is somewhat true to a point. mainly because i'm not the best at relationships, or maybe it's simply because i haven't yet found a girl that 'blows' my mind, if you will. and i guess last but not least, i do tend to be a little on the manipulative side. i'm good at getting what i want, and when i want it. what can i say?
( history ) i was an accident, so to speak. then again, it happens to be known that most all kids are accidental. but, i happened to be different in my case. because, i was literally an accident. i wasn't supposed to happen. my biological mother, lyrah, decided to have a fling with her husband's brother, vincent, while he was away overseas. the two fooled around quite a lot, and at one point had plans to marry one another. for some reason, lyrah decided that james wasn't good enough for her -either that or she possibly fell out of love with him and in love with his brother's pants, if you get my drift, i guess. anyways, like i said, i was literally a mistake. the two fooled around a little too much because it seemed as if neither of them realized lyrah was changing. one of her best friends pointed it out one day, and after she had taken a pregnancy test... it was confirmed. she was pregnant. something that vince didn't want at the time since he was also enlisted, like his twin brother who was currently overseas at that time. lyrah confronted vincent about it, and his response was that it wasn't his problem, and that she should have been the one to be more careful. the following day, he left her, and didn't bother to communicate or visit her at all. although, lucky for lyrah, i was born before james came back into the picture. the second i was born, lyrah gave me up. so, i never knew my biological parents. instead, i got to know the life quite well as a orphaned kid, or rather a foster kid for the matter. i was shifted from house to house, from family to family. when someone didn't want me, i was moved. not that anyone wanted me to begin with; my own biological mother gave me up, so something must be wrong with me -or at least, that's what i always thought. then again, i guess it's the biological parent's own fault. at the time of birth, there's nothing we could have done that was wrong. but i guess just being born can be in the wrong. during my time in foster homes i was always causing trouble -and that's what they'll even tell you. straight up. that i was the trouble maker, and one hell of a devil. eventually, however, when i reached the age of sixteen, i ran away. it was probably one of the best things that ever happened to me. honestly. mainly because i ended up here, where i am now; though it's not as simple as it may seem. i was wandering around the streets like some punk idiot, when i ended up being at the wrong place at the wrong time. luck had it in for me, though, because a lady around the age of forty six named renae came and rescued me. she doctored up the cuts and bruises i had been on the receiving end of, and she asked me no questions about what had happened. she did however ask where my parents were, and when i couldn't answer her, she offered me a place to stay. the deal was, i could stay with her as long as i wanted to. all i had to do was go to school and get good grades. which was a pretty damn good deal. although, i ended up getting pretty attached to renae, and therefore i haven't bothered finding anywhere else to go.
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