VILA NOVA, nicoli davi

[NICOLI DAVI VILA NOVA,]

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VILA NOVA, nico v i l a

travis mccoy -- nicoli davi vila nova

whats that in your head?
"a simple melody".

name: lexxy
age: 16
roleplaying experience: one year
roleplaying sample:

Cecilia had no social consideration. What-so-ever. Haylee couldn't comprehend Cecilia's double standard innocence. It was like she was a rat hiding in a kitten's body. But that was just Haylee's opinion. It seemed to be easier to deal with her childhood issues when her and Cece were friend. But she was sure those days were gone. And she wasn't too sure if she wanted them back or not. It was just easy to go on hating each other rather than trying to sit down and fix it all. Fix a year's worth of damage. Fix something that felt like it never existed. Like build a new home from ashes. It was terrible. A small twinge of pain hit Haylee in the chest when she thought of losing anything, including her best friend. But being a bitch fell good, no doubt about it. With all reminiscing aside Haylee-Rae was still fuming.

She stomped the whole way back to her piano. She was still trying to get her thoughts in order, she felt like crying, screaming, kicking, apologizing, and murdering someone all at the same time. She went back behind the curtain again, took of her boots from the show and placed them neatly in front of her. Then she picked up the left one and heaved it acroos the stage. It probably looked humorous from Cecilia's perspective. A boot just flying out from behind a curtain. How could anyone be so cruel? But people probably often wondered the same thing about her. Haylee was an awful person. And It showed. She knew she'd never change her ways but at this point she was pissy, tired, and emotional. She had no words for Cecilia now.

Whenever she waited alone in the waiting room for her Grandmum, aunt, and social worker to finish their meeting concerning removing custody from her father she would go to big curtained windows. She'd grab one end of the cutain, and she would spin and spin and spin until she ran out of drapery and just stand there. And pretend that when she let go of this curtain, she'd be somewhere else. Somewhere with a mother and a father. A home. A real home. And people who loved her. Unconditionally.

It was then that Haylee-Rae, the badass keyboardist for one of the most successful bands she had ever been a part of. The spoiled party girl who seemed to have the world at her feet. The stone cold bitch, got up, barefoot and all, went over to the stage curtain. She clutched the end closest to her and began to spin. She sank to the floor and released the most pained sob she ever had in her life. Because she knew when she let go of that curtain: her mum would still be dead, her father would still need a case a day to get by, her best friend would still hate her, and she'd still be the same person she was 60 seconds ago.

when you think things are getting better
"remember we're best friends for never".

full name: nicoli davi vila nova
nickname: nico, please only call him nico
age: 23
band, position: barbie the dyke, manager
sexual orientation: straight
hometown: los angeles, california

this is the way out!
"this is my home now".

how did you get here: well, i don't really know what to say. my mom was a model, very influential woman. and my father was the owner of a multi-million dollar record label. i grew up in a very esteemed, very respected family with a mother and father who adored me and satisfied my every whim in life. by the age of five i knew i wanted to follow in my father's footsteps. he taught me the ropes and i learned well. by 18 i was co-owner of n.V. records and within three years i had my own branch of the label and had signed barbie the dyke.

we're on a misson
"and we'll take our time".

likes:working, business meetings, success, music, cocaine, his girlfriend, sex, late nights, and the occasional rowdy party
dislikes:people, being in large crowds, rehab, and being outdoors.