Jagger Nieves [WIPplzzz]

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( NO ROOM FOR MY OBSESSION )
NICK 'JAGGER' NIEVES.

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( SHEENA IS A PARASITE )
send her back across the sea.

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[/b] Lexi, but call me Van ;D
AGE • Uhhh... OLD, 14 almost 15 in May 8D
WHERE DID YOU FIND US • RPG Collection, I love that site xD
CONTACTS • PM, [e-mail], Neopets (ThePretenderr), Horse Isle... IMSERIOUS xD
OTHER CHARACTERS • Uhh, I have other charries, but I'm too lazy to make them JAGGER'S MY BABY
ANYTHING ELSE • I have ADHD o____o I'm a little... eccentric xD BUTINTERESTINGSGOOD
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( ADJUSTS HIS GOGGLES )
as the fog begins to thicken.

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[/b] Nick Jagger Nieves
NICKNAMES • Jagger
DATE OF BIRTH • july 29, 1992
SEXUALITY • straight as straight can get
OCCUPATION • unemployed, makes pocket change by performing on the streets
INDIAN/ROANOKE CITIZEN • Neither, living life on the road but would like to settle down. Roanoke perhaps?
CANON/ORIGINAL • All mine o___o original xD
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( IRRESPECTIVE OF THE SUBJECT )
i will make it apply.

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[/b] tight, black curls falling just past his shoulders. could be classified as the big 80s hair
EYES • they're a deep chocolate color but are usually obscured by his hair or hidden behind dark aviators
CLOTHING • leather jackets, skinny dark jeans, band shirts, belts, top hats
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT • 5'10" 153 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES • a tattoo on both upper arms, top hat, "stuck in the 80s big hair band" look
PLAYBY • slash (saul hudson)
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( TELL ME THE LOCATION )
i will stand outside.

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[+] gibson les paul
[+] snakes
[+] harley
[+] dark alley ways
[+] leather
[+] cowboy boots
[+] top hat with concho belt
[+] girls
[+] nightrain
[+] gigs
[+] aerosmith
DISLIKES •
[-] competition
[-] change
[-] strong personalities
[-] anyone selfish, or greedy
[-] un-needed attention
[-] broken guitar strings
[-] anything modern
[-] control freaks
[-] heights
[-] enclosed spaces
STRENGTHS • +level headed + all heart + genuine + good-natured + musically gifted -/+ puts others before himself
WEAKNESSES • -easily influenced - willing to try anything even if it puts his life in danger - he doesn't stand up for himself and is easliy pushed around and stepped on - push over - gains trust easily -/+ puts others before himself
FEARS/SECRETS • hopes - to start or join a succesful band or anything that will get him rich quick fears - tight rooms, heights, change secrets - he's tried his fair share of drugs and alcohol either because he was forced to or persuaded. either way he's not proud of what he's done
PERSONALITY • he's not the most outgoing, but he isn't shy either. there's no shell to lure him out of, or ice to break. jagger can easily keep his end of the conversation up with random witty remarks or sweet, genuine point-blank thoughts. jagger's easy to talk to. he's the kind of guy you end up pouring your heart out to and telling him your secrets and troubles and know they'll be kept safe.

he tends to be a well liked person for the mere fact he's agreeable, sweet, and genuine. but also because he's easy to persuade. people are cruel and any chance they get to control someone they go for it. and unfortunately jagger's one of those laid back - easily influenced type of guys. people take advantage of his weaknesses; like how you can easily gain his trust. he finds it hard to say no to others because he doesn't want to hurt anyone; little does he know they take that fact to their advantage and hurt him.

some would say he's naive. others would say he's just down-right plain stupid. you could say he's both. he hasn't quite grasped the idea that it's a dog eat dog world yet. even if he did he'd still believe everyone could be shiny happy people holding hands.

jagger has done stupid things in the past that he regrets. for the most part he's level headed; just not when it comes to trust. he makes the right choices when he isn't influenced by anyone else's views. his sense of right from wrong is easily distorted by what other people say.

jagger's not really scared of anything except heights, small enclosed places, and change. but other than that he's pretty bold and not easily intimidated. he's willing to try risks and push the envelope; even if it puts his situation in a matter of life or death.

one thing that surprises most is that jagger is emotional. he's not the type of person who is going to pretend they're someone they're not. he's not afraid to hide anything. if he's feeling sad, down, depressed - he'll cry. if something excites him - he'll probably jump for joy. if something scares him - he'll scream. whatever it is; he's not afraid to express his emotions unlike most guys who think keeping a poker face and hiding your pain is considered "tough."

because he does express his emotions it's easy for him to relate to people on an emotional level. he's compassionate and caring and is always that person who lends a shoulder to cry on.
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( FORCE TOO MANY INTO MY HAND )
and i will not comprehend.

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[/b] who raised you and who gave birth to you?
SIBLINGS • brothers and sisters.
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS • who else is important to you, if anyone.
HISTORY • On July 29, a young boy known as Nick Nieves was born into a drug abusive, alcoholic family. Nick was an accident baby; with his mom and dad both too drunk to realize what had happened that wild night. Luckily his mom had no plans on getting an abortion; due to the fact she already had three kids and the thought of another just made her want to scream for joy. Though, that never meant she knew how to raise kids. Growing up Nick went by the name of Jagger; nobody knew why either. It could be he was named after the lead vocalist of The Rolling Stones - Mick Jagger or it was just a name his old, abusive dad called him because he was always drunk and couldn't even remember his own son's name and it just stuck.

He was brought into a family where his heavy alcoholic father abused and beat him, his mother, and his brothers and sisters regularly. His mom was never home; either working at the local 7-11 or out at night - clubbing. Already at the age of six Jagger had tried and experimented with several drugs and alcohol and had already gotten himself addicted to Heroin and Jack Daniels. He was already hanging out in dark alley ways with drug dealers and kids much, much older than him. By the time he was eight Jagger was heavily addicted to heroin, cigarettes, and alcohol; using them to escape from reality and drown out all his pains, sufferings, scars, and worries.

It wasn't until the night his father was involved in a local bar fight and was sentenced to a life time in jail for nearly beating a man to death with a metal pipe. The whole family was relieved with the news. They'd never see their abusive father ever again. He was gone forever and left to rot in his jail cell until his death.

At twelve Jagger had dropped out of school, and picked up the guitar; practicing almost every second of every day. His overworked, clubbing mother hardly noticed, or could care less at the time. Jagger began partying harder than ever before. With more partying came more drinking and drug use. There was a time in his life where the doctors were surprised the young kid was even still alive and continuing on with his bad habits and wondering why his mother did nothing about it. There was hardly a moment in his preteen life he was sober.

After a couple months of hard partying and several run ins with the law and a couple of visits to the E.R. Jagger and his mom, brothers, and sisters packed up their belongings, sold their old, dingy apartment and moved in with a complete stranger. Apparently his mom had met this guy at a bar and he "loved" her. So did his old dad, and look where he was now; rotting in a cell. But this man was different; he cared, he listened, he loved, and he deceived them all. He only pretended to listen, and care. And Jagger's mom wasn't the only one deceived by this man's facade; Jagger fell for it too. For once Jagger thought he could actually trust someone in his life. He hadn't been able to trust anyone, but this man seemed different, he seemed like he really did care. Trusting this man with his life was probably the biggest mistake of Jagger's young life, and he had already made a hefty amount of mistakes.

Jagger was curled up in a corner of his bathroom. Smoke had already flooded the closed room and he was buried within it. A burning cigarette hung from his mouth as his head hung; pounding from last night's drinks. He was recovering from a major hang over and the pills scattered across the floor weren't help clearing his head ache. A light knock was heard, and a smile slithered across Jagger's lips. He knew who it was. Jagger scrambled across the tiled floor and hit the door handle so the door clicked open and slid back over to his corner. His step-dad stepped in; ignoring the smoke and sat down on the floor across from Jagger. He placed a firm hand on Jagger's shoulder; comfortingly. And Jagger believed him. The guy seemed to really care for Jagger. The smoke hid the growing wicked grin twisting the man's lips as his grip got tighter. "Jagger..." The man hissed. After that, everything blanked out.

Jagger woke up the next morning with the door to the bathroom open and the smoke had cleared. The lit cigarette was still smoldering but it was left on the counter-top. His pills that were used last night to cease his head ache were gone. Several bruises blue, purple, and black were scattered across his arms. Jagger pulled himself up using the counter for balance, but the pain in his leg was too much to bare. Collapsing on the sink Jagger looked at himself in the mirror. His face was messed up with bruises, scratches, and dry blood crusted over his lip and nose. Grimacing at the site, Jagger fell backwards back onto the cold tile and cured up into a ball. He knew exactly what happened last night. It took common sense. The man whom he had trusted had turned on him; assaulting the young, already messed up boy and stole his drugs, and had left him helpless, and knocked out cold on the bathroom floor.

When Jagger tried to explain what had happened to his mom she simply responded; "BS!" Of course her son was lying. He was only a messed up kid who had already gotten himself addicted to booze and drugs. He was making that story up; even with the evidence of his bruises, and scars. It was all a hallucination to him. The drugs were finally messing him up and playing tricks on his brain. But Jagger knew the truth. He knew it had happened and felt abandoned when no one believed him. No amount of alcohol or drugs could drown his pain or end his suffering and they couldn't make up for what he lacked; someone he could trust. So he did the only thing he knew how to do - run away; escape his problems.

Jagger packed up everything he thought he would need: his guitar, a pack of cigarette, and a bottle of Jack Daniels; plus his friend's horse - Harley. That's all he took with him plus the clothes on his back, and his signature top hap on his head. And with that he left. Leaving his messed up family behind in hopes of starting over his life; and maybe finding someone who could love the hot mess he is.
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( PUT ON YOUR GLOVES )
they may protect you.

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[/b] CHICKEN PECKING... PECK A CHICKEN... something with pecking and chicken xDD HEY that rhymedd.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE • A low growl reminded Jagger he still hadn’t eaten. He pursed his lip. Didn’t he eat already? So why was he hungry? Oh, that’s right he ran off before they even got to order anything. For now Jagger ignored the hungry feeling; he wanted to spend as much time possible with RoRo. She grabbed his hand and rested her head on his shoulder, and he could feel his stomachs doing those creepy little flips. He wrapped his fingers around hers, and with his other free hand played with her hair, brushing it away from her face. "Well, if you guys hadn't fought, we may not all be here." RoRo mumbled. Jagger glanced up at Jett who was bobbing his head up and down but he wasn’t all there. “True…” He breathed. Just when he was about to continue his stomach complained, letting out another low, louder growl. A small smile tugged at the corner’s of his lips. “I still haven’t eaten…” Reluctantly he let go off RoRo's hand and stood up. “I hope you don’t mind if I go grab a quick snack.” His lips formed a small frown. “I’ll be back in five minutes, Jett will keep himself entertained, and if you don’t mind chatter boxes he’ll keep you entertained as well.” Jagger glared at Jett, the glare could easily be translated into a “behave yourself.” Jagger walked off, following the footsteps RoRo and he had left behind earlier. He could easily make out where she was running, and where he caught her, and where they both came crashing down and rolling down the beach. The frown that was playing on his lips twisted into a smirk as he chuckled lightly to himself. It must have been quite a scene. Two teens, both madly in love, one being a druggie, the other a party girl, rolling down a beach. The smirk grew just picturing it again in his mind. When he got to the edge of the boardwalk, he walked past the stairs and pulled himself onto the boardwalk with the railing. He stopped and looked around. There were so many places to eat to choose from. His eyes landed on a little cart selling just about anything possible. He swiftly crossed to the other side of the boardwalk, and on the way to the cart he noticed a dark alleyway. Curiosity led him down the long, dark, narrow passage way. At the far end was a brick wall, with a guy sitting and leaning against it. Jagger eyed the man, he could tell easily who he was and what he did. The man was a drug dealer, and doing what drug dealers do, selling drugs. Jagger’s teeth dug into his bottom lip, as his fist balled. He had promised himself earlier, NO DRUGS. But his addiction to them didn’t care what he promised. Jagger dug deep into his front pocket, feeling the wad of cash stored there. Surely it was enough to buy something. Regretfully he walked towards the man. The rather small man tilted his head up and a smug grin was plastered to his lips as he looked up at Jagger. “Watchoo want boy?” He said in a surprisngly deep, hoarse voice. Jagger pulled the wad of cash out his pocket, “the brown stuff…” He handed the cash over to the man and the man in return pulled out a brown package stored in his jacket and shoved it roughly in Jagger’s hand. Jagger looked at the small package, it was roughly a stamp of Heroin. He frowned slightly, he would have preferred to inject it instead of snorting it, but whatever both ways gave him that euphoric feeling that he was longing for. Walking back down the alleyway, he opened up the package and quickly inhaled it through his nose. It wasn’t long before it melted into his blood stream and coursed through his body sending tingles everywhere, and his brain started to go ditsy. He started stumbling, And when he walked out of the alley way the sun glared at him. The sudden light caught the unaware Jagger off guard and he stumbled to the left, falling on a bench. He hadn’t realized it, but he had over dosed, and his heart was slowing, and his brain started to slowly shut itself off, as he was dying, right there on the bench. Everyone passed him assuming he was taking an innocent nap on the bench. But it was far from an innocent nap. The breeze blew, catching his hat and blowing it off his head, and it fell silently to the ground next to him.

(Yeah, real dramatic post from a past RP, but it captured some real emotions toward the end xD)

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