zappata, nelton kirk

[kirk nelton zappata]

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Down to Earth, Eccentric, Friendly, Rebellious, Intellectual

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BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: kirk nelton zappata
NICKNAMES: franky zapt., dj dreadlocks
AGE&GRADE: 18/Senior
BIRTHDAY: 11/15
GENDER: man
CLIQUE: neo-hippie/druggie
PLAY-BY: Craig Ryans

PERSONALITY

LIKES: at least five
DISLIKES: the fuzz. the establishment. obnoxiously loud people. hate crimes. square, boring people
HOPES: musical career, finding a
FEARS: the police. getting caught
SECRET: used two girls back in the day.
PERSONALITY:
Down to Earth- Kirk’s not the typical absent minded fuck that’s around, he seemingly thinks about things with more of a open mind. He’s cautious in his decision making, in certain circumstances.
Eccentric- He has a wide range of tastes, and takes on a colorful view.
Friendly- Despite the thought that some people like to stay away from him and his problems, he is openly friendly. He likes to meet people and see’s that people are interesting in every aspect.
Rebellious- May being one of Kirk’s ultimate flaws, but he benefits from mischief and causing trouble. Liking to party, do drugs, whatever that is against the Establishment.
Intellectual- Kirk thrives on knowledge, sharing and learning more.

APPEARANCE

EYES: Having a set of hazel eyes. Varying from brown mixing into a bright emerald around the pupil. They are seen as deep, piercing
HAIR: Dreadlocks are thick, naptastic. Having no unique style, but individually knatted hair singletons that run down to the middle of his back. The color tones varying from light brown to a suddle dirty blonde. Highlights blend the mix of his thick heavy dreadlocks mix together in a brown to dirty blonde hue. Sometimes seen wearing his hear back, but usually worn in a assortment around his shoulders and back.
PIERCING/S: none
TATTOO/S: A bright green hued marijuana leaf resting on his ankle, small in size
OVERALL: Kirk enjoys clothes varying from a bohemian style to a grungy torn up attire. Every once in awhile, wearing a heavy beanie to hide his dreads into. With holding much bracelets; such as hemp, and colorful beaded strings. Dreadlocks being the first to catch those of guard. However he has a noticeable sense of fashion.

BIOGRAPHY

MOTHER: Janice Zappata, 50, Housewife
FATHER: Richard Zappata, 54, Mechanic (Vietnam war veteran)
SIBLING/S: Katherine Zappata, 26, Lawyer
OTHER/S: none
OVERALL: Born to Richard and Janice of Sandpoint, Idaho. Being born to the picket fence, white house of neighborhoods isn‘t all too fantastic as it turns out. Kirk‘s parents started raising Katherine (the supieror child, in Kirk‘s eyes) in such neighborhood, in hopes that it would help their children grow up in a safe, healthy enviroment. Fortunately, Katherine grew up almost half of her life enjoying the “good” side of town. When Kirk was born, he wasn’t expected. Both Janice and Richard anticipated having just once child they could watch grow up, and persue a life full of dreams. However, when Kirk did come into their lives; he was accepted as one of them. Though, he could remember as far back as being the trouble maker of the two. The one who was always being told no, punished, and being tattled on by Katherine. It had occurred to Kirk a long time ago, never to tell Katherine anything…she’d rat him out within a instant.

When Kirk was five, his Dad’s mechanic shop ran out of business. It was a stressful situation they were in, since they couldn’t pay rent without a working hand. His uncle fortunately had lived in Bellevue for quite some time, and was willing to rent out a small house to them just downtown. It was a three bedroom, without the idealistic picket fence wrapping them in the safety of their home. Katherine, like always adjusted easily to their move. Since Kirk was just five, he easily adjusted.

Katherine, in Kirk’s eyes, always appeared to be the perfect child. With his father’s strict upbringing to how they were going to live, she abided by his rules just fine. Turning out to do above average in school, and take his parents pride. She lacked a free spirit, and had always seemed to make the better decisions. Though, his father being strict; after awhile did not pay much attention and was oblivious to Kirk. For awhile, Kirk held a grudge from this. Though, eventually it did not become apparent to him anymore. His mother, on another note, was always trying to compromise with Kirk’s wild behavior.

Kirk started in on trouble when he turned fourteen. Though, he knew just how to keep quite and how to be aware around his parents. With his sister out of the house, more attention had been directed on Kirk but not nearly as much as Katherine. It had seemed they had watched her closely, and were aware of her actions. Kirk started with growing his hair out long, and smoking pot with the kids down the street. He began to start going out on the weekends, drinking and such illegal activities. Though, his grades would drop increasingly. He’d always find a way to make it back up near the end of the school year. He began to wear ripped up jeans, and his hair grew increasingly longer. Though his father always commented on him looking like a “scraggly bum“ he chose to look like so. One thing his mother and father both took pride in, was Kirk‘s talent for arts and music, it seemed to appear the only thing he was truly good at.

As the years drew on, he began to party harder almost every weekend, smoking pot every day. Around fifteen he began to experiment with different drugs, taking his mind to different heights. Beginning to sell drugs at the age of sixteen, fast becoming popular with his drugs. He began to distant from his family, as they became more and more aware of his suspicious actions. Occasionally they began to find his stash hidden somewhere, and he would get busted and grounded for a long while. However, he would always find ways to do his drugs all over again. It was a on going cycle to his eighteenth birthday until he pretended to buckle down much more. When in reality he was doing all the same things.

CREATOR

NAME/ALIAS: Skeeter
EXPERIANCE: 10 years
FOUND US: Avertisement
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Kirk’s eyes could see past the dense patterns that chromatic glow all about the room. He continued to puzzle at the distortion of people’s wavering, dancing bodies. As actuality took grasp of his mind, he could define structure’s of human bodies that seemed recognizable. He could see two figures, both old friends from long ago. They were both drinking from burning red cups, that stung Kirk’s eyes. Their conversation seemed uninteresting to him, perplexing deformity was making him seem odd. He eyed the narrow stairs, watching the steps suddenly churn as the rich lavender glow made them move. His fingers laced tighter about the glass bottle he held. Pushing the top to his lips, chugging all of it within moments. He tossed it aimlessly aside, intoxication beginning to pulse through his veins. However, it was faint the feeling of alcohol. “My man! Franky Zapt! Have a beer, trippin’ out strong?” Eyed a familiar face. However, his conscious couldn’t quite place who it was. The facial structure being so deeply laced within the threads of his memory. He took the beer, his eyes well rounded with excitement. “F-ff-fuck, I downn…down this great brew” He heaved the beer to his lips and took a few deep gulps of the drink. His stomach had the sting of alcohol within it, rapidly burning. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Hell, this party is amazing. The music, is the shit! Uhm, what’s that one song…Venom…uhh” He was angered abruptly, however, it was the drugs. “The the…Venum Sabbathi. Album, the righteous feel of the beat, man. Don’t you feel that?” His friend laughed. His voice roared through his ears.

“Well, sure. I’ll hit you up in a bit, gotta get some action with this girl soon. Gonna snort some fatty lines that you hooked us up with, thanks!” The stranger patted his shoulder, hard. However, he felt he had known the guy for a long time. His eyes puzzled about. Chugging his beer until it was gone. Then he felt the tighter pinch of his stomach, the roaring noise had made everything slow. Cognitive blazing with confusion and the adventure he had wanted. He felt himself rapidly watching things move in slow motion, the colorful bright rays of light swirling and tripping him out. He needed somewhere quiet. Just to sit for a moment, as he slowly came down. Then he would join the party again, drink heavy. Hopefully find a girl to sleep with. Then he’d call it a night.

He felt a need, a great desire to go up the moving stairs. It seemed as if to him, there was a colorful adventure awaiting him. The stairs moved like a snake, slithering up and down. However, he continued. Pushing the slight fear of being engulfed and eaten in the back of his mind, he didn’t want a bad trip. He stumbled uneasily up the narrow stairs. Finding that the movement, the light, had made it so complicated to move up. It seemed for a moment, a mere second, that the steps had turned to black gray stones…that were in the midst of a rushing river. He grunted, uneasy by the decision. With uncertainty he allowed his body to progress upwards.

By the time he had ended up at the top, he could still hear the rampage down beneath. However, their was hardly a person. Only a few, talking…making out. He looked down the broad hallway. It seemed it would be miles and miles to walk to the end. He needed to remember where the bathroom was. His stomach had began to spoil, the queasy feeling was building up. He began to hallucinate, rapider by the minute. Rushing down the hall, stumbling as figurines of trees and plants grew beside him. The pain in his stomach felt as if he was about to burst. He could hardly take the splintering sickness that roared through him. He needed to find the bathroom, quick. However, before he could stand it. He threw a narrow door open, racing into the brightly lighted room. He coughed, then choked. Running himself to the corner of the room, throwing himself down.

He threw up. Not once, not twice, but three times. The blurry mess in the corner, he had noticed was repulsive. He spit, throwing himself up grunting disgusted. However, though he felt better. He was glad his dreadlocks were back in a tight ponytail. It was the point that he knew sometime was going to happen. He still noticed himself hallucinating, small distorted colorful plants growing up the sides of the walls. He began to look around. At that moment his eyes caught upon a woman upon her phone. He wasn’t shocked, by this point his conscious was confused. He stared at her for a long moment, his eyes observing her. Watching her bright blonde hair disperse into luminous bright colors. “Uhhh, man. Fu-ff-fuck, I was tryin’ to find the path. So-sss-so sorry. I…wanted the right place in mind. The great place. Past the trees, m-man.” He wondered briefly, if his words had made any sense

[//JESSICA ANNE\\]

ACCEPTED!

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