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Welcome
Welcome to my petpage, blahblahblah. You know how it goes.

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Profile
Everything, no really, everything, about me.
Name David Nicholasson
A.k.a David, Quotice
Age 19
I.Q 132
Place of birth New York
Native country England and America
Current residence Newcastle
Occupation None

Mother Emily Smith
Father Rupert Nicholasson
Brothers and sisters None
Love None

Hobbys Playing keyboard, singing
Interests Cars, music, TV, people, crime shows
Favourite artist/band The Prodigy
Favourite genres of music Varies, he likes a lot of music
Favourite song Lift me up by Moby
Favourite color Blue
Favourite actor/actrice He likes movies, not actors
Favourite movie Phone booth
Favourite show Top Gear
Favourite food Sandwiches with ham
Favourite drink Vanilla milkshakes


Skin Blue
Hair Mainly light blonde, ends with his chin. He mostly has an "out of bed look". There are a few shorter strokes on his forehead, he painted one of them orange and another one black.
Eyes Very light blue
Marks High voltage tattoo on his right cheek
Clothes He loves hoodies and baggy jeans, but hates showing off. His style is bit of a mix between punk and skate. His right ear is pierced twice, his left ear once. He used to have the typical skeith teeth, but his dentist got him braces.

Personality He's gifted, and likes to use that to manipulate other people. He mainly cares about his own fun, not about what he does to others.
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Loves and hates
Loves
His music
Cars
Manipulating people
Watching stuff explode
Being subtile
Winning
Hates
Rap, R&B
Busses
Being commanded
Goody-two-shoes
Having to cook
Losing

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Past
In a nutshell, huzzah.

I was born in England, grew up in America. My mother was a hyperactive American girl, my dad was a sober Englishman. They were both not at home too often, which is why I don't visit them now that I live on my own, but I always knew how to take care of myself. When I was eight we moved back to Brittain, because dad had decided a Brittish school would do me good. Well, it didn't, my accent, grades and attidute didn't fit in at all.

I became a "bully victim", or so they thought. I had a very easy time with the homework, and spent most of the time I had left setting the kids that bullied me up to eachother. None of my classmates knew, but most of their fights and troubles were caused by me. It was great fun.

And in highschool, they came to the conclusion I was cool. Yes...
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Love
Yes, I've known love. I hate the whole story behind it, but it's been an importiant thing to me for a long time, so I guess the whole thing belongs here.

When I wasn't a bully victim anymore, I was popular with "da ladies" as my friends tend to call them. Why? Well, I was silent and uninterested, which appearantly made me very interesting.
I ignored the whole crush-thing for a very long time, because the girls were just as idiotic as the guys: Overactive, overemotional, overdressed and nothing without their so called friends who'd abandon them over nothing anyway. Janet was different, and she wasn't single.

Janet was going with a guy who was even more ridiculous than my whole class packed together, a dude named
Leo. He used to live an extremely happy-wappy life with his parents, but after they both died he became depressed and felt oh-so-sorry for himself all the time. Janets parents offered to take care of him and let him live in their house, so it wasn't that odd that Leo and Janet got something.
What bugged me was that Leo was a disaster, while Janet seemed like a peaceful creative girl. She had a sense of humor even I liked, she could draw and write amazing stories, she never lost her nerve, she didn't care about the stupid little rules all people follow. I loved that. I loved her. And I made a plan.

It was pretty easy: become friends with Janet, be as awsome as possible, talk her into dumping Leo. I've always known how to manipulate people, so it worked out pretty quickly. Janet broke up with Leo for me, and left him all debistated. You must think I'm the bad guy by now for being so selfish, but we both were, Leo and me.

I thought Leo would get over it and find himself some depressed chick and get over it, but I overestimated him big time. Leo became even more depressed than in the beginning, and Janet felt amazingly guilty about it. I could see her going down, it was hard not to. They lived in the same house, she couldn't avoid him. He gave her angry looks the whole day, and told her parents about it too. They were upset about it also, that "their sweet girl" dumped their "sweet broken hearted Leo" for "that weird guy David". I had to do something about it, I couldn't stand seeing her like that. She was so beautiful, but they turned her into a helpless heap of misery.

So I went to talk to Leo, who wasn't willing to listen at all and decided he wanted to solve the issue by fighting. That's why I came to the conclusion he was selfish too, he never cared for Janet's happiness, only his own. I won the fight, but it turned into a war of rock-throwing, lying about eachother to teachers and trying to ruin the other's life as much as possible. To me Leo was like all the people I ever hated in one person, I got carried away by the war and totally forgot about the reason it all began. I don't loose my nerve quickly, but become a complete freak when I do. I shouldn't have been like that, but yeah... that's how I see it all now.

Janet was going through more than either of us realized, her parents were angry, we were angry, she pushed all her friends away in her confusion. She became the opposite of what I used to like in her. Whenever I talked to her she was feeling sorry for herself, or blaming me. I got sick of it and I told her I didn't want a girlfriend like that, not realizing it was partly my fault.

I was out of town when it happend, but knew of it before the morning paper did because our neigbors had called. Janet had set my house on fire, and hadn't gotten out.
Turns out Janet took medication to control her moodswitches, and that the doctors thought she would do fine without. It's ironic in a way, so many people were making mistakes all around her, and that's what killed her. It wasn't her fault, not at all. I think everyone realized that now, except for maybe Leo. I heard he still hasn't gotten over it.

Leo's side of the story can be found on his petpage
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The adopted
Hey, you artists are awsome ;)

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Links
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Bye
Leaving? Alright.

Quotice used to be a lab pet, this is why his "character name" is different than the offical neopet name. His paintbrush colour is nothing like what I draw him like either, but it just fits his character best to make him blue.
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