PRICE, noland avery

[michaelsss]

NOLANDAVERYPRICE

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TESTING, TESTING, ONE TWO THREE. ALRIGHT, HERE WE GO.
I'M MICHAELSSS BUT I GUESS YOU MIGHT'VE ALREADY
KNOWN THAT LITTLE BIT. OR MAYBE NOT, WHO KNOWS. I'VE BEEN
ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT 11 YEARS. MORE OR LESS.
SO YEAH, I'M PRETTY COOL. I ALSO OWN N/A
YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH PM SO YEAH. HAVE A GOOD DAY!

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TONIGHT WE LIE AWAKE, REMEMBER HOW THE COFFEE MADE US SHAKE

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( T H E B A S I C S )

( F U L L N A M E )[/COLOR] noland avery price
( N I C K N A M E )[/COLOR] typhoon
( A G E )[/COLOR] eighteen
( B I R T H D A Y )[/COLOR] october 2nd
( G R A D E )[/COLOR] senior
( S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N )[/COLOR] straight
( J O B )[/COLOR] student
( P O W E R )[/COLOR] wind manipulation is my power. I wasn't surprised when I found out that I could manipulate wind. After all, I always knew that I was special. I can control wind and use my powers to push others away. I can also fly, though most of the time I hover right above the ground. I can jump across huge dstances manipulating the wind to my advantage. Also, if I concentrate really hard I can produce an energy ball made out of wind that can sweep people off their feet. However, it drains most of my energy. I guess when I grow older I will be able to produce typhoons and tornadoes, though it's only an assumption.

I'VE GOT YOUR PICTURE, I'M COMING WITH YOU, DEAR MARIA COUNT ME IN

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( A P P E A R A N C E )

( H A I R )[/COLOR] My hair is brown and blond and I like to keep it short most of the time, though in winter I can be seen lenghtening it a bit.
( E Y E CO L O R )[/COLOR] My eyes are a dark shade of green, though most people think of it as brown. They are green though.
( H E I G H T )[/COLOR] I'm not that tall I guess, last time I checked I was 6' 1"
( W E I G H T )[/B][/COLOR] 120....something
( T A T T O O S )[/COLOR] Yep, I've got a tattoo of wind right where my heart is and on my back I have a tattoo of a tornado
( P I E R C I N G S )[/COLOR] Nope
( C L O T H I N G S T Y L E )[/COLOR] Well, I'm not into that whole scene thing. I just dress casually for school. There are times when I will wear something not so casual but that's when I'm on a date or ging to a party. Most of the time though, I just put on a t-shirt and my pair of jeans.
( F A C E C L A I M )[/COLOR] hayden christensen

MANAGE ME, I'M A MESS, TURN A PAGE, I'M A BOOK HALF UNREAD

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( P E R S O N A L I T Y )

( L I K E S )[/COLOR] wind, girls, partying, beer, having fun, silence, sleeping, a good joke, pranking, a good date, being on his own for a while
( D I S L I K E S )[/B][/COLOR] homework, being unable to help someone, noise, being grounded, bullies, people who won't give him any space, studying, not being able to prank someone, fainting in front of girls
( S T R E N G T H S )[/COLOR] brave, helpful, smart, loyal, cheerful most of the time
( W E A K N E S S E S )[/B][/COLOR] moody, his temper, can't stand noise, stubborn at times, won't start a fight but he'll be the one to end it
( H O B B I E S / H A B I T S )[/COLOR] writing, photography, partying
( F E A R S )[/COLOR] thunderstorms, doctors
( S E C R E T S )[/COLOR] He is not really a social person. Most of the time he wants to stay by himself.
He is not really sure of his capability to master his power, though he does seem quite cocky and full-of-himself.
( O V E R A L L )[/COLOR] Noland can be a little hard to get along with because he's so stubborn. He doesn't like taking no for an answer, and he doesn't like listening to anyone, so he doesn't. He does his own thing on his own time, and he thinks that's why he can control water so well. It fills him with a sense of accomplishment, and that is never a good thing, because he can have a big head on his shoulders. He doesn't make rash decisions though, and is one that thinks a lot of things through. He doesn't like making mistakes, and he makes sure that there isn't a chance for that. He's a protector, and he'll put all others before himself, so you can't call him selfish in the least.

He has a bit of an anger issue though, and it can get the best of him at time. When he's involved in a fight, or anything else like that, he puts all of himself into it, and never gives up, even when he should. He doesn't go down very easily, even if he gets a few bad injuries. The scars on his body show that he never gives in, and he probably never will. Noland has an iron will, and his defiance is something that can't be matched. He has yet to admit his love for anyone, whether it be family or otherwise. He's a solitary person, and doesn't like being around others. However, he wants to be seen as a partying kind of guy, that's why he goes to parties all the time. He only has to worry about himself most of the time. But if someone else is in trouble, he'll be there without a doubt. He's brave, and sometimes stupid in his decisions, but he's working on that. It's hard for him to open up to people at times because he's an angry individual and doesn't want everyone knowing about him. He's infuriating and impossible at times, but believe it or not, he has a small sense of humor. And if you befriend him, you'll have a friend for life.

LEANING NOW INTO THE BREEZE, REMEMBERING SUNDAY HE FALLS TO HIS KNEES.

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( H I S T O R Y )

( M O M )[/COLOR] Lily Price, 47, Nurse
( D A D )[/B][/COLOR] Andrew Price, 47, executive manager
( S I S T E R S )[/B][/COLOR] Chance, 14, student
( B R O T H E R S )[/B][/COLOR] none
( O T H E R )[/B][/COLOR] none
( P E T S )[/B][/COLOR] nope
( O V E R A L L )[/B][/COLOR] Noland Avery Price was born as the eldest of two children to Andrew and Lillian Price. His birthday was on one of the windiest days in October ever known to the population, and yet his cries could be heard above the howls. His parents loved him to no end, and they did everything that they possibly could for him. He wasn't spoiled though, for they were a middle class family that managed to just get by on the salaries of both adults. Andrew Price was a construction manager, and he was moving up quickly through the ranks. He was intelligent and strong, and he knew how to handle the business he worked for. Lillian Price was a nurse working part time at the nearby walk in clinic, but she had to take time to take care of her newborn. But she was well liked and actually loved by many of the regular patients and the rest of the staff.

The family seemed perfect with just the three, and the plan was to stop there. But then little Chance came along. She seemed to be what they were missing, and her birth four years after Noland seemed to be a blessing. Noland was getting involved in day care and other activities that all four year olds should be involved in, and now he had a baby sister to take care of as well. His father told him to always watch out for her, and Noland promised that he would. As the pair grew, they entered sports teams, and soon everything seemed to be right again. Their father had been promoted, and there was now more money to put away for college and other activities that the two wanted to take part in. Noland and Chance were extremely close as well. When Noland was twelve and Chance was eight, they were inseparable. They did everything together, and Noland watched out for her like he had promised.

Then, his powers started showing up. The first one to find that was his mother, who told him to his father seconds afterwards. His father then put all of Noland's clothes into a bag and threw him away of the house calling him an abomination. Noland never hada chance to say goodbye to his sister. After living a few days on the streets, he found out that he had been accepted at the powers school. He has been living there for four years.

( S A M P L E P O S T )[/B][/COLOR] Amalia had never really been this far from the castle, at least not since she was a little girl. Even more so, she wasn't surrounded completely by guards. Perhaps that was because the arrangement was secretly made so no one would really know of her where abouts except for her father and the four or five men that were guarding her. It was refreshing, to say the least. She felt less suffocated out here like this. Plus, there was a small glimmer of happiness in her for the reason that she was out here in the forest lands near the Blue Volcano. Really the only reason other than music that Amalia would travel far from home would be for a horse.

Of course she could get any horse she wanted, but the ones she got were all prized breeds, and well trained when they were given to her. No, she wanted a horse for her own. A sturdy farm horse that did not yet know the feel of a firm general's whip or a show woman's applause. She wanted to train one on her own, which she could easily do, because it would make a deeper connection with the animal. That's why she was here, currently talking to the owner of some very handsome horses. Her guards weren't far, but they seemed more relaxed and some were sitting on the ground chatting. Amalia told them to just relax, it had been a long trip after all.

"Now all of them are youthful and strong, I raised their parents and their parents' parents myself. They are very good breeding!"
The village man explained to Amalia as he showed her the several horses in the corral. Amalia was in some simple riding clothes, certainly not of humble make but not very expensive either. Her oceanic eyes fell on a male Fresian, all black in color with a nice long mane.
"I would like to see him, please."
Amy requested, pointing to the Fresian. After a few moments he was lead from the corral to Amalia, who had an almost pleasant smile on her face.

She took the reigns and nimbly hopped up onto his bare back. She liked riding bare back on a horse, not that she didn't like saddles, but this just felt more comfortable to her. Amalia patted the horse's neck, who didn't seem to mind at all that she was mounted on him. What a good obedient steed. She was about to see if the horse would walk forward on command when there was a sudden rebel cry in the air. Her head snapped around to see bandits charging them, and before she could do anything the started Fresian reared and took off into the forest. She let out a loud shriek of surprise and fear, clinging to his mane for dear life as he ran through the thicket of trees until finally he stopped so sharply in his tracks that she was flung off completely.

Amalia hit the ground in a flurry of snapping twigs and a few cries of pain and surprise. By the time she gained her senses and came to a sitting position the Fresian was long gone and all around her was silent. The princess could already feel her eyes watering with fear, but there was also a terrible pain in her leg as well. She removed her boot, sniffling with almost every lace she pulled. Amalia had to bite her lip several times to keep from crying in pain. At last the boot was off, but she almost wished that she had left it on. Her leg was broken, that much was evident by all the swelling that had already occurred. Amalia bruised like a banana, no doubt it was going to be all black and blue in no time.

Tears staining her cheeks now she backed up to lean against a tree, angrily throwing her boot at the forest floor. Like all times when something went wrong her mind automatically went downhill to the worst possible scenarios. 'I'm going to die here. I'm going to starve or be found and killed by those bandits. No one will ever know what happened to me....my guards are dead...I'm dead....'
She kept repeating these things in her head, over and over sobbing softly into the sleeve of her overcoat, shivering from the cold winter air that she only now really took note of. Great, she was also going to freeze to death.

YOU WERE FAKE, I WAS GREAT--NOTHING PERSONAL

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( C R E D I T S )

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