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[Navie Yello Greene];;What I Get for Wanting More.
« Thread Started on Jul 18, 2007, 5:42pm »

The Roleplayer:
We call you: shon!!!
Other Characters:Oh Geeze.
Charliee Reynolds, Aydin Bruyere, Caden Reynolds, and Rhian Oakes.
Activity (1-10):Bahaha. Yeah..you can choose.
Graphic Ability:None

The Character:

Canon?:Nope.

Full Name:Navie Yello Greene. [pro: Just like the colors, yo]
Nicknames:Mean childhood ones that we won't bring up
Protrayed By (PB):Aaron Gillespie
Age:Nineteen
Birthday:December 14
Wealth Status:Upper Middle Class

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Appearance:
At a first glance, some people may find this boy just cute. Little kid cute, or teddy bear 'I-just-wanna-hug-you' cute. His red hair was probably the first thing noticed because of how bright it is. With the older he got, he let it grow down to his shoulders. His hair even seemed to be brighter now. He had no special style for his hair. He always wore it down, and it was naturally straight.

Yes, he was one o the famous red headed green eyed people. How original right? He stood at 6' even, just an inch taller than his twin sister. He weighed 156 pounds, and was perfectly content with that. If anyone cared how big he was, they coudl rot. Although he does seem to either oose weight or stay exactly the same. Being a drummer for his band, and every once in a while getting up to run around the stage, he could easily work the weight off.
That and the fact he was usually always broke and couldn't afourd food whenever he wanted.

Usually he wore tight pants and any random shirt he could find around. His bottom lip was adorned with snakebite piercings. He had never been one to dress fancy and he wasn't planning on it anytime soon. What was the point of that anyways?
He only wore flat shoes, or skating shoes, and tried his best to stay away from gloves. Although, it wasn't a rare thing to find him in a sweater, because he loved to wear hoods. If Navie ever painted his nails, it was only one nail, on one hand. This nail would be just normal, or have some strange design that he painted on himself. People have the right to be bored and do things like this!
As for tattoo's he was planning on getting some more soon, he just wanted to get that special one. He had already spoiled the fun of that by getting some on his arms already, but who knows. Maybe he'll get his band to make a band logo and get that tattooed on him...that is if they ever make one.

One day in the past Navie actually was into sports and stuff. He played baseball, and at recess when he was little dodgeball and kickball were the shit. But now he's nineteen. There was no more school, and no more sports. Well...except for skateboarding, which he didn't do too often anymore.
Which meant there was no reason to try and show himself off to get attention. He went back to eating a lot and...well..he's kind of on the chubby side. But like I said, some magical way he works it off.
His favorite part of his body had to be his pearly whites. He loved smiling, and well...he figured he had a nice smile. Who could blame him? Smiling isn't a bad thing the last time I checked.

Personality:
This boy...oh what can I say? To some people it could almost seem like he has multiple personality disorder. With some people he cold be happy, boring, loud, quiet. Anything. This all really depends on who he's with and his mood.

If you two don't lke eachother, he'd most likely stay away. If he happened to run into you, a word or two may slip form his tongue, but he'd just move on.
If he did know you...oh boy.
Depending on how close you are, he coudl be a drama queen! er...king? But he got that under control, so he doesn't do it as often, now. If you got himstarted on somehting he is usually very fun. But when you make him choose something to do...well. He's indecisive.
He looks to his closer friends as brothers and sisters, in replacement for what he felt was missing in hos own family. He had never been too close to them, so he turned to his friends instead, which at times never led to anything good.

Mhm. Navie was a vulnerable mess. He'd probably do anything a 'friend' told him to in hopes to keep himself accepted in a group. If you're rejected at home, why be the same outside? This often led to the party scene, and occassionly the drugs. The drugs had to be secret though in sake to stay in the band. So, let's keep in on the down-low.
This is part of what can happen when you'rer best friends with Rhian Aliver Oakes, and when you can easily fall into peer pressure.
To summarize it all up, though, this particular male is a sweet and loving boy. He was nice to all and rarel yjudged by appearance. Some people even say he's too nice for his own good...well..except for when he's around his family. He likes to have fun, and does whatever he can to avoid arguments. He can be labeled as the weird kid, and he's more kept to himself at times. When he tells stories he tends to overexaggerate, because that's what he did when he was a kid to get attention.

If he ever wanted something, he didn't keep it to himself. He'd let everyone around him know. Even if he had to scream it, he'd keep telling them until they paid attention to him. Maybe that's how he got good at screaming in the band?
Navie was never afraid to talk to random people, unless he found them attractive. That's when he'd blush and keep his eyes on the floor or something. He'd hardly ever make eye contact, and stumble over words a lot. If it was a close friend he had a crush on, he wasn't as bad, but hey...Navie has his ways of changing.

Most of his bad habits, and the things he did to demand attention came from childhood issues. He never got that much attention, seeing as Scarlett always got more of it. She needed it more, but he needed attention too right? But we'll wonder ourselves into that later.
Navie is just...Navie.

Likes:
Boys and girls, partying, , his band, loud music, singing, playing at shows, some drugs, photography, art.
Dislikes:
Boring people, any music other than rock(unless it's Hollywood Undead), golddiggers, alcohol, Wangsters

History:
Miranda Lilliput and Daniel Greene seemed to be one of the best couples around.
Miranda was an artist in London, and Daniel Greene was the owner of an art gallery? A match made in heaven? We think so.
After meeting Daniel, she drew some picture of the man, and they started to get closer. Her pictures were put up in his gallery, he got a new talented artist, and EVENTUALLY the two found love.

She found herself being pregnant after a while of them dating, and BAM. Lay it on me, honey. We're having twins!
When Miranda was about 7 months pregnant with the two, she was offered an amazing offer, which ended up in the two...or four, moving to New York.
Two months later, on December 14 at 10:42 pm, baby Navie was born. He was a rather healthy baby, weighing 8 pounds and two ounces. His father got to name him and...well I guess he thought he was being funny by naming him Navie Yello Greene.
10:45pm, three minutes that Navie would never let the girl live down, a baby girl was born and given the name Scarlett Magennta Greene was born. She was smaller than Navie...okay. She was way smaller than Aaron, weighing 4 pounds. Now, you can't blame him for being a hog of the food in the womb. He is a boy after all. And an older brother.

Growing up, all eyes seemed to be on Scarlett. Since she had to go to the hospital everyonce in a while from being born so small, everyone always had a close watch on the girl. They didn't seem to have anytime for Navie at all. But he let it slide, figuring it was because she had those few little issues. When she was better, he'd get that missing attention right?

Wrong. The two parents seemed to have more things in store of Scarlett, and pushed her to be a model this time. And what was Navie pushed to do? Go hang out with friends so he'd stop moping around the house whining and making up stories all the time. That's when he figured it out...or..he thought he did.
They didn't have time for him. Everything was Scarlett, Scarlett, Scarlett. Navie was just another mouth to feed. He grew jealous of Scarlett, and the other twins that were actually close to eachother, but never let it show. He just didn't talk to her that often..or his parents for that reason. He turned to his friends for that little bit of attention, and well. He got it. School was where he'd rather be instead of at home.
When he was by himself, he had that thing of guilt hanging over him. You know, because he made Scarlett sick. And that pretty much messed up his life too...Whatever.
He loved his attention from his friends, so just stayed with them. He only came back home to sleep, and that was rare. He met Rhian Oakes, and joined his band. All through school he was kind of popular...well..being with Rhian he was the 'other' bully, but he was the nicer one so people talked to him nicer. Everything was perfect outside of home.

Now that he's nineteen, he was ready to leave the "family" behind, moving into his own apartment. He was broke because his only job was playing shows and sometimes photography, so pretty much the only reason he contacted Scarlett was for money. He'd act all sweet and talk for a while, then grab his money and make a quick escape. He made all the wrong choices and listened to people he probably shouldn't have. He was just living his life.

Sexual Orientation:Bisexual, but no one knows. Dun dun dun!
Someone will get it out of him eventually, I can feel it.
Parents:
Miranda Esmalde Greene
Relation:Mother
Location:New York
Occupation:Artist

Daniel Eric Greene
Relation:Father
Location:New York
Occupation:Art Gallery Owner
Siblings:
Scarlett Magennta Greene
Relation:Sister
Location:New York
Occupation:Artist/Former Model.

Other:
If Navie was really he'd love Kelly.
Bahaha. I'm such a looosseerrr (:

The Player's Skills:

The Role-Playing Sample:

Quote:

Sitting in the chair he had been in so many times before, a smirk appeared on the eighteen year old boys face.
For anyone who thinks seniors get away with anything, they were wrong when it came to this kid. He had been in so much trouble with this school that they may as well put a camera on his backpack to watch his every move.

"I see you're here again, Rhian." a bigger male mumbled as he took a seat in his big chair behind the desk.
Slumping down in his chair, smirk still plastered on his face, the boy nodded.
"Yup."

"What is it this time?"
"Oh, you know. The normal. I was late, came in 'rudely' or whatever she said. Then I was spitting spit balls at the kid in the next row. He's pretty annoying if I say so myself. Tripped a few people on their way back to their seats..."
He handed the man a slip the teacher had given him before he left the classroom.
"I left without permission. Picked on some kid in the hallway. Me and some girl swapped some spit if you know what I'm saying."
He chuckled at that one, his eyebrow arching ever so slightly.
"Oh! I wrote on the desk, cursed in class..."

"Okay. You can stop there." The older man shook his head and sighed in disapproval. "Will you ever act like a normal kid?"

"I am normal last time I checked. I have two legs, two arms, two eyes, two eyebrows, a dic-"

"Rhian!" The man stopped him again, looking up at the younger male with angry eyes. His face soon went back into disapproval again, shaking his head once again before looking at the slip.
"If you would've stopped somewhere in the middle of all of this...behaviour, you would've just gotten away with detention. But you'll have to be suspended for at least two days."

Rhian Aliver Oakes shrugged. Suspension was a free day at home...or in his case for now in his dorm room.
He had the money to go somewhere else besides a dorm room, but he prefered the dorm so he could find his next...victim shall we say?
It was a normal thing for him to come in here, and he was told many times he was sick of being seen in there. But he always ended one of the conversations with the prinicpal with a "I know you love me."

"You got it boss." Rhian nodded, saluting his principal.
"Starting tomorrow."
"Alright."
"And when you'll come back you'll behave."
"No promises there."
Running his fingers through his long black hair, he stood up and straightened out his The Smiths shirt. He let his feet wander over to a plaque in the office, that was so clean he could see himself in it. That was the plan. Looking in it, he fixed any smeared pink eyeshadow around his eyes, and the 'stitches' he had drawn on his cheeks with black lipstick.

***

"Why are you so full of yourself?"
Was a question asked by one of his many friends in the hallway.
"Because I can be."
Was his simple answer. And he was being fully honest. Rhian was your typical self-centered, rich, jerk-off child. He loved to pick on other people and be crazy. He loved being the sex-craved boy he was. He loved him.
He pulled attention to himself in any way he could, and wasn't afraid to speak his mind. Fighing was something he did too, because being the way he is, plenty of people got mad and wanted to start stuff.

He wasn't always like this. He could easily be the ass he was to people he hated or didn't know, but to his friends he nice. If they got in trouble, but got caught doing it, he'd most likely take the blame for it.
He protected them from 'bullies' even though he probably was one of the biggest ones himself. The people he hung out with probably didn't act anything like him, but that's why he like them. Because they were different.
That, or because he felt like he had more power over them then, but we'll stick with the first one.

Opening his messenger bag backpack that hung over his shoulder, he pulled out a spray bottle and shook it. Grinning, he handed one to the other person with him. "You up for it?"
"Noo..I don't think I should..."
"Suit yourself."
And with that, he took the bottle back and walked away, ready to do his next crime.