Post by melpomene on May 5, 2010 19:04:55 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Sasha and this is my second character. Something you should know about me is I'm also your friendly blue moderator, Elissa "Dido" Purcell. 
Canon: Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
Custom Title: A Right Ass
PHYSICAL
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Appearance: See above image.
Height: 5'9"
Body: Slight build, not particularly muscular.
Other distinguishing features: N/A
Wardrobe: Nick is a tailor, so his clothes are well made but not particularly expensive. He doesn't make a lot of money, and so the materials he wears fray easily. He's able to repair them to an extent, but with some garments, he's just given up. He favours the colour grey, and he also wears black and tan (among other neutrals). He also has a thing for hats (pageboys and fedoras, mostly). [/ul]
Play By: Johnny Depp
PERSONALITY
General personality: Nick Bottom is a gregarious fellow who is very flighty in nature. He cannot stand the thought of being ignored or getting lost in a crowd. He advocates for himself quite often, as he feels that his "talent" is like the Second Coming. Although he is friendly towards others, he cannot stand competition and will try to stay in the spotlight, even if it means putting himself before others. The most important thing to him is being taken seriously, but that is often quite difficult since the way he speaks is unsophisticated and his grammar poor.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: "Why do they run away?" & "To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays."
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
BACKGROUND
Family: Both parents deceased, never married.
Education: High school.
Occupation: Tailor, though he still has hope that he can be an actor.
Worst past experience: Anytime he embarrasses himself (and that's quite a lot).
Best past experience: Moving to NYC.
Image: Although Bottom would like to be seen as a serious individual, others see him for what he is: an uneducated tailor. He's never outright rude, but people find him overbearing if in contact with him for a long enough time.
History: Nick (just Nick) Bottom was born to a lower middle-class family in Athens, Georgia in the early 1970s. His father was a tailor, and his mother was a housekeeper. Nick's earliest years were spent with his parents at their jobs. However, after breaking a number of things while he tagging along with his mother at her cleaning job, his parents decided that it would be best that he stay with his father. Even at this young age, he was clumsy; he'd ruined quite a few of his father's customers' suits over the years. To make sure that he'd stay out of trouble, his dad bought him a few books of folk stories, fairy tales, and ancient mythology. He developed quite the flair for the dramatic; he'd pretend that he was a knight or a vampire slayer, and his fantasies led him to do poorly in elementary school. His head was always somewhere in the clouds, and even though he was smart, he never honed in on his intellectual talents and they went to waste.
As a teenager, nothing much had changed. He was still idealistic and oblivious, and he would smoke a daily joint in the school parking lot (messing up his cognitive functions, no doubt) . He had friends, sure, but he was never popular. Throughout his high school career, he'd auditioned for every production, but he'd been cast as the smallest role in each of them. Every time he saw the cast list, he'd walk up to the director and argue; he was so much better than a walk on! He could have been cast in any role—every role! Unfortunately, nothing really panned out for him in that department because no one could take him seriously on account of his roundabout way of speaking and his total oblivion to his lack of theatrical talent. Apparently, being a flamboyant and theatrical person didn't equate being a good actor.
Nick never went to college. Instead, he moved up to New York City to pursue a career in acting. He never had his "big break," though, and he kept trying until he turned blue in the face. Resigned to his apparent fate, he worked odd jobs until he got a call that his parents died in a car accident. He went back down to Georgia to clear the house out (selling anything he could), and a thought struck him: he'd become a tailor. His father had taught him everything about tailoring, after all—why hadn't he thought of that earlier? Bottom emptied out his father's shop and moved its contents back to New York, where he opened a small shop of his own. His line of work wasn't glamourous, and he felt as though he deserved so much more.
Maybe things will change...eventually.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
Nick Bottom sat in his shop, a pencil behind his ear and various pins sticking out of his mouth as he concentrated on a particularly annoying set of trousers. The seams were coming out all wrong, and he had lost count of how many times he had to start over. "All wrong, you're all wrong!" he muttered every few minutes, grabbing his scissors to cut the many loose threads sticking out of said seams of doom. The worst of it, though, was the seam ripper and its apparent death wish for his fingers. The tailor had gotten up at least three times to bandage his bloodied fingertips. Couldn't be getting blood on a paying customer's trousers, after all! "That's just unprofessional," he told himself, sitting back down to resume work.
An hour or two went by, and his ears perked up when he heard some opera playing on his shoddy radio. "Oh, I love this one!" he exclaimed, jumping up on his stool. "Pavarotti, you got nothing on me!" Extending one arm forward, Bottom began to belt out an aria (completely out of time with the music, no less), making up his own words when he couldn't remember them. After all, his words were so much better than Bizet's or Verdi's. I should be most greatest opera singer since those guys, he thought until the bell on his shop door chimed. He shrieked in surprise and nearly fell off of the stool.
A woman stood in the doorway, a skirt draped over her arm. Had she not been a previous customer of his, she would have immediately walked out the door. Despite his...eccentricities, he was a good tailor.
"Oh, what can I be doing for ya today?" Bottom asked, jumping down from his stool. "Don't mind that," he added, gesturing toward the stool.
"A few buttons fell off and there's a tear in the seam, all thanks to my friend's dog," she responded. "When can it be done by?"
"Ah, it would be a pleasure, ma'am! I'll have it for you the day after next! Thursday, in other words. It'll be good as new." The tailor took the skirt from his customer and bid her goodbye. He sat down and gave the trousers another go.
The opera was still on, though, and he couldn't resist. "Now, where was I?"
Nick Bottom
Low Class
Low Class
Canon: Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
Custom Title: A Right Ass
PHYSICAL
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Appearance: See above image.
Height: 5'9"
Body: Slight build, not particularly muscular.
Other distinguishing features: N/A
Wardrobe: Nick is a tailor, so his clothes are well made but not particularly expensive. He doesn't make a lot of money, and so the materials he wears fray easily. He's able to repair them to an extent, but with some garments, he's just given up. He favours the colour grey, and he also wears black and tan (among other neutrals). He also has a thing for hats (pageboys and fedoras, mostly). [/ul]
Play By: Johnny Depp
PERSONALITY
General personality: Nick Bottom is a gregarious fellow who is very flighty in nature. He cannot stand the thought of being ignored or getting lost in a crowd. He advocates for himself quite often, as he feels that his "talent" is like the Second Coming. Although he is friendly towards others, he cannot stand competition and will try to stay in the spotlight, even if it means putting himself before others. The most important thing to him is being taken seriously, but that is often quite difficult since the way he speaks is unsophisticated and his grammar poor.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: "Why do they run away?" & "To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays."
Likes:
- Attention
- Theatrics
- Being respected and/or complimented
Dislikes:
- Going unnoticed / fading into the background
- Making a fool of himself (he wants to be taken seriously)
- Competiton
Strengths:
- Enthusiasm
- Confidence
- Passion and dedication
- Optimistic/Idealistic
Weaknesses:
- Completely oblivious in regards to his actions and their effect on people
- Poor grammar (makes it hard for him to be taken seriously)
- Selfishness
- Over-inflated ego
- Stubbornness
BACKGROUND
Family: Both parents deceased, never married.
Education: High school.
Occupation: Tailor, though he still has hope that he can be an actor.
Worst past experience: Anytime he embarrasses himself (and that's quite a lot).
Best past experience: Moving to NYC.
Image: Although Bottom would like to be seen as a serious individual, others see him for what he is: an uneducated tailor. He's never outright rude, but people find him overbearing if in contact with him for a long enough time.
History: Nick (just Nick) Bottom was born to a lower middle-class family in Athens, Georgia in the early 1970s. His father was a tailor, and his mother was a housekeeper. Nick's earliest years were spent with his parents at their jobs. However, after breaking a number of things while he tagging along with his mother at her cleaning job, his parents decided that it would be best that he stay with his father. Even at this young age, he was clumsy; he'd ruined quite a few of his father's customers' suits over the years. To make sure that he'd stay out of trouble, his dad bought him a few books of folk stories, fairy tales, and ancient mythology. He developed quite the flair for the dramatic; he'd pretend that he was a knight or a vampire slayer, and his fantasies led him to do poorly in elementary school. His head was always somewhere in the clouds, and even though he was smart, he never honed in on his intellectual talents and they went to waste.
As a teenager, nothing much had changed. He was still idealistic and oblivious, and he would smoke a daily joint in the school parking lot (messing up his cognitive functions, no doubt) . He had friends, sure, but he was never popular. Throughout his high school career, he'd auditioned for every production, but he'd been cast as the smallest role in each of them. Every time he saw the cast list, he'd walk up to the director and argue; he was so much better than a walk on! He could have been cast in any role—every role! Unfortunately, nothing really panned out for him in that department because no one could take him seriously on account of his roundabout way of speaking and his total oblivion to his lack of theatrical talent. Apparently, being a flamboyant and theatrical person didn't equate being a good actor.
Nick never went to college. Instead, he moved up to New York City to pursue a career in acting. He never had his "big break," though, and he kept trying until he turned blue in the face. Resigned to his apparent fate, he worked odd jobs until he got a call that his parents died in a car accident. He went back down to Georgia to clear the house out (selling anything he could), and a thought struck him: he'd become a tailor. His father had taught him everything about tailoring, after all—why hadn't he thought of that earlier? Bottom emptied out his father's shop and moved its contents back to New York, where he opened a small shop of his own. His line of work wasn't glamourous, and he felt as though he deserved so much more.
Maybe things will change...eventually.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
Nick Bottom sat in his shop, a pencil behind his ear and various pins sticking out of his mouth as he concentrated on a particularly annoying set of trousers. The seams were coming out all wrong, and he had lost count of how many times he had to start over. "All wrong, you're all wrong!" he muttered every few minutes, grabbing his scissors to cut the many loose threads sticking out of said seams of doom. The worst of it, though, was the seam ripper and its apparent death wish for his fingers. The tailor had gotten up at least three times to bandage his bloodied fingertips. Couldn't be getting blood on a paying customer's trousers, after all! "That's just unprofessional," he told himself, sitting back down to resume work.
An hour or two went by, and his ears perked up when he heard some opera playing on his shoddy radio. "Oh, I love this one!" he exclaimed, jumping up on his stool. "Pavarotti, you got nothing on me!" Extending one arm forward, Bottom began to belt out an aria (completely out of time with the music, no less), making up his own words when he couldn't remember them. After all, his words were so much better than Bizet's or Verdi's. I should be most greatest opera singer since those guys, he thought until the bell on his shop door chimed. He shrieked in surprise and nearly fell off of the stool.
A woman stood in the doorway, a skirt draped over her arm. Had she not been a previous customer of his, she would have immediately walked out the door. Despite his...eccentricities, he was a good tailor.
"Oh, what can I be doing for ya today?" Bottom asked, jumping down from his stool. "Don't mind that," he added, gesturing toward the stool.
"A few buttons fell off and there's a tear in the seam, all thanks to my friend's dog," she responded. "When can it be done by?"
"Ah, it would be a pleasure, ma'am! I'll have it for you the day after next! Thursday, in other words. It'll be good as new." The tailor took the skirt from his customer and bid her goodbye. He sat down and gave the trousers another go.
The opera was still on, though, and he couldn't resist. "Now, where was I?"