Flint Stockholm

[Flint Stockholm]

Stockholm, Flint W.

Flint Weston Stockholm Twenty One Caucasuan "Peter Pan" at Disney Bisexual Double Major: Music and Psych ROLL WITH IT, HEIGHT: Five foot Eight WEIGHT: near 140 pounds APPEARANCE: Flint is pretty average looking, to be honest. He's average height, maybe a bit on the tall side, and particularly thin. He doesn't really have that magnificent of a body, but that doesn't stop him from walking around shirtless. In fact, he's shirtless unless he's told to put a shirt on. Because of this, you can often see his many tattoos. He's not covered in regular tattoos like koi fish and dragons and roses and stuff... its mostly geometric. He prefers the 'tribal' look and sticks to basic shapes that make cool designs. On his left arm, he's got three bands that vary in width. Around his left wrist are three more, thinner bands, two of which are broken (on the inner wrist) and separated by a dot. On his left shoulder are a few blocked rectangles, and on his left pec is almost the sam design but in outline-form. On his right forearm, he's got a few Greek characters and on his right, inner, upper arm he's got a strip of Roman numerals. They all meant something at the time, but he most likely made it up in order to reason with himself so by now, he's surely forgotten. Except the Roman numerals: those are the two dates of both his recoveries. Flint's features are rather basic. He's got light brown hair that's a bit wavy and is usually cut into a fauxhawk. His eyes are also a light brown and sit beneath two oddly thinned eyebrows. Thick in shape, but thin in amount of hair. His nose is relatively small and pointed, and his mouth only seems small until its open (at which point you will see that he could probably eat a whole watermelon in one bite). He loves to smile and thanks to four years of braces when he was a kid, he's got some pretty snazzy teeth. He's always laughing, so you'll probably see them if you haven't already. In terms of style, Flint likes to think he's a bit of a fashionista. He thrifts like a boss and hunts for brand-name-bargains like its his job. As a stereotype, Flint most likely fits under 'hipster'. Not in the sense that he's different, but in the sense that he sticks to that trend that is form fitted pants, bow ties, button down tees, and cats with galaxies behind them. You know the type. Sometimes he'll go jock just because on some days its easier to throw on a pair of sweats and a tank top. But usually, he'll spend a little extra time to make himself look nice. ROCK WITH IT, LIKES: poetry ukuleles sleeping with a window open candy children (not in a pedo way, creeps) smiling and seeing others smile cats fantasy worlds/books/movies/whatever adventure cotton candy interesting-looking people sleepovers performing DISLIKES: assholes party poopers most vegetables (primarily carrots, zucchini, broccoli and celery) milk (unless its chocolate) lifting things being booed downers hospitals doctors in general non-believers HABITS: snorting when laughing (it can be helped) scratching his face when nervous or bored cracking his wrist FEARS: death having fingers/toes pulled off (like, he won't use a bowling ball. he thinks his fingers will rip off) heights spiders OVERALL: Friendly: Flint is ridiculously personable. He'll talk to anything, smile at anything, and strike up a conversation with just about everything. Flint used to be incredibly antisocial, but in the past five or so years, he's really come around. Now, he's probably one of the most social people you'll ever meet. He loves to go to/throw parties, he likes to have movie nights, and he really just likes being around people. So I guess its a pretty good things he's friendly then, huh? Dreamer: Flint dreams so big that he doesn't know at all what he wants to do with his life. One dream is music, another is teacher, one more is psychologist, and the last is actor. Flint really just wants to do something big, something to get him noticed. He's a hard worker, so accomplishing a dream is not the question. The question is, which dream should he go after? As of now, Flint is perfectly fine not knowing. He likes to tell himself that he's got his whole life to decide. So for now, he'll just sit and makes lists of all the feats he'd love to tackle. Easily Amused: It doesn't take much to make Flint smile. This is one of the main reasons he works as Peter Pan at Disney: its so easy to get him to smile. His attention span is short, so he needs a lot to keep him going... but the simplest of things will do. Seriously, give him a string and he's set. Emotional: Flint feels things a lot more than most. Sure its due mostly to the fact that he has borderline personality disorder, but in a much more relatable idea, he's just emotional. He likes to talk about his feelings and finds that he doesn't feel as stressed if and when he gets something off of his chest. He's never been good at holding in thoughts and feelings, especially when it comes to relationships. If he likes you, it won't be long before you (or someone) knows. Same for if he dislikes you. Its not easy for Flint to just float along like a gray blob. He feels a lot, and he talks a lot. Its a trait some people find annoying, but others find lovable. Short Fused: Flint does not respond well to tense situations. He's very easily angered and is quick to snap. Never in his life has Flint been able to just 'let things go'. If something bothers him, you're going to know about it. Of course he won't initially explode, but ignore him long enough and he'll lower himself to that of the rudest, loudest, and most violent of people around. He's learned many relaxation techniques in the past that help quite a bit, but push him far enough across the line and you'll regret it. For a relatively small guy, he can sure pack a punch. Musical: Flint's entire life revolves around music. He's capable of playing four instruments, five if you include that of his vocal chords. Flint loves to sing more than anything, and is even into rap. If he could do nothing else in life, Flint's career path would be set on music. A dream of his is to be in a famous band, travel the world, play for the world, and be loved by the world. He thinks it would be fun to have fangirls. WHEN WE GONNA STOP WITH IT, STORY TIME: I've tried to block most of my life out of my memory. Well, my life between the ages of ten and nineteen. In that time, I was at my worst. Things weren't always so bad. As a boy, my life was pretty great, really. My father still lived with us, my father still loved us, and the only shouting that occurred was during sporting events on the TV. I wish I could remember it more clearly... I wish my memory wasn't so bad. I wish that I could make those memories stronger, and the bad ones weaker. Wouldn't the be something? The power to change a memory at will? When I was ten, my father (named Nicholas Stockholm, or Nick for short) moved out. He left me, my mother, and my brother to fend for ourselves. At the time, my mother (named Nancy) had been unemployed. She was a stay at home mom. And when my father left, she thought it was the end. She thought that this was surely it and that we were done. We'd be living on food stamps, we'd be wearing second hand clothes, we'd be begging. She lost it in attempt to maintain control. When I was eleven, I couldn't even recognize her anymore. Her eyes had gone blank, she stared at nothing for hours, and she rarely spoke. My brother, Ryvre, was old enough at the time to get a job and found himself working at a local grocery store. For a time, my aunt Lori and uncle Tom came to help with the money. And for another time, we lived with them. We moved in when my mother moved out and was checked into a place that I now know was a ward, but was told was a 'house for people who need a little help living'. I was naive and thought it was a good place for her. But they only ruined her more. Thus began my hatred for anything and anyone that thought I couldn't do something on my own. When I was twelve, my cousin David (who lived with us, him being Lori and Tom's son) died. He was drowned in a lake at night after diving head first, ramming into a boulder, and receiving a concussion. His friends were too drunk to notice. Ryvre took it hard and became depressed. I watched as he slowly took the same path my mother had. I tried to talk to him, tried to snap him out of it. We'd never been THAT close, but over a span of sixth months, I treated him like he was my best friend. But it wasn't long before his eyes were gone. It wasn't long before he stared at walls and sat in silence for hours on end. When I was thirteen, Ryvre killed himself. At the age of fourteen, when I started high school, I found myself in the wrong group of friends. Surely I didn't know at the time; they were friendly to me, that's what I was looking for as a freshman. Friend-making was high on my priority list, so when they came along, I accepted them. I never thought anything was wrong with them, I never looked at them as bad people. And when they told me I should 'try some of this' or 'drink some of this' or 'smoke some of this', I did. They were my friends, they weren't going to hurt me. And besides, we had fun. All I'd looked for in life was something to smile about. Something, for once, to see as good. I was sick of my life being clouded by darkness, and they showed me it didn't have to be. On my fifteenth birthday, I had my first overdose. It was heroin, and that was my hardest recovery. It was a roller coaster of ups and downs, going from feeling perfect to feeling like I wanted to die. I vomited more times than I can remember when I was off the drug, and my head felt like it weighed as much as a truck when I was on a serious low. I would like to apologize for all the times I lashed out at those who tried to help me, but I've never been one to accept help. I'm sorry I couldn't see that you only cared. I was clean for two years. When I was seventeen, I started with pot again. I didn't think that would be a problem, because how many people do you know that have died from smoking weed? None, I'll bet you. That was my mindset. But what they say about gateway drugs is true. From there, I looked to cocaine. LSD was tossed around, acid too. I thought I was smart for never touching meth. I thought I was real clever. When I was eighteen, I overdosed again. This time on cocaine, and this time I was lucky to live. I spent two months in the hospital on life support, and then six months in rehab. It wasn't as hard as the first recovery, because for some reason, my relapse and my near-death-experience opened my eyes. I knew I had to stop, and I did. I accepted help, help that was much needed, and was released to my aunt and uncle when I was almost eighteen. When I turned eighteen, I quit high school. I'd missed quite a bit of it thanks to rehab, but I didn't want to do it anymore. It had too many bad memories, memories I wasn't capable of forgetting yet. I signed up for college on my own because my aunt and uncle told me if I quit high school, I'd have to do everything myself. Since the losses of David and Ryvre, they'd babied me. I know now that it was because they didn't want to lose me too, but at the time, it was annoying. I didn't mind going to college on my own, and I still don't. All that matters now is that I've set myself on my way, I've got a job, and I have friends. I'm a new person, and I feel reborn. My life was spent with fake people, fake love, and fake happiness. And though I've got a new self, I can't forget what I was.

MADE BY AMLIN OF BTN AND GANGNAM-STYLE

[Nova Sandoval]

OK so

nova && flint
nova is currently a drug addict... flint was one in the past. i feel like these two could have a blossoming friendship in which they play music together (as this is important to nova as well, as a singer, though she doesn't study it), and he tries to help her get off of pills.

dime && flint
just like nova is more into women than men, i think dime tends to go for men a bit more. the reason for this is because men, naturally, are more dominant.... so if he can dominate another man, it makes him even more powerful than if he dominated a woman--which he'll still do, cos why the hell not? but dime is all about drugs, alcohol, drugs all the time. he doesn't really live sober much. he could. he's not an addict. he's just an abuser. i think he'd absolutely love trying to mess with flint's life--pretending to be a caring friend and then trying to get him back on drugs if flint ever opens up and trusts him enough to slip up.

any thoughts?

[Flint Stockholm]

i really like it for Nova and Flint. I see them as that pairing that doesn't really care what the other one does, but they'll still be like "hey i kinda care about you don't do that". and he'll probably like... pinch her to make her stop with the pills haha. But yes I think they should be good friends.

Dime and Flint is great too. It takes a bit for him to trust people... but once he trusts you, he trusts you. I think that'd be some interesting drama. also, am i reading too far into your relation by thinking you meant Dime might be into Flint? in a dominate sort of way, of course.

[Nova Sandoval]

nope, you're spot on! i think he'd be 'into' him in the only way a socio can be, really. less of an intimate thing and more of a... keen interest, but it's definitely there.

we should threads!

[Nadeen Desjardins]

Hey, hey

Figured I'd stop on by and say hello since Nadeen is going to be working as Jasmine (initially Wendy, but whoops changed that).
:3

I think they'd be pretty good co-workers (and possibly friends?), which would be how they meet. Perhaps occasionally hanging out outside of work but definitely inviting each other to parties.

Nadi would always have candy or some sweet in her purse ready to share with him. She'd hate him cracking his wrist though, giving him a glare from across the room, threatening not to share sweets.

Also try to convince him to go bowling with her xD A bit of a tease.
Always straighten his bow-tie and pat his cheek that he was good to go after a hard day at work, then make him hold up a mirror for her when she fixes her makeup. xD


Maybe?

[Flint Stockholm]

Yes that sounds lovely! So cute haha XD
I feel like he could be really open around her. Laugh at stupid things, let his feminine side fly, and completely deny her pleas of bowling haha. He'd probably shit if he even set foot in a bowling alley.

BUT YES FRIENDS FOR SURE! Total party buddies, work buddies, life buddies. I dig it.

[Nadeen Desjardins]

Excellent! Haha. Now that they're friends, I will say Nadi does quick little slaps when something happens she doesn't like or if she get's excited.
For example "Stop cracking your wrists" she'd slap his wrist.
"Pffftt, He's too cute!" She'd slap his arm then too. xDD

Awh, she'd try to meet him half way and force him to go to the batting cages with her. They'd probably both suck at it. She'd screamed on the other side of the cage when he's at bat "FLINT. What if the ball hits your hand and not the bat!?"

[Flint Stockholm]

hahaha i like their friendship already XD
this will be fantastic.

"NADI I'M CONCENTRATING; SIT DOWN AND EAT SOME PEANUTS. -gets hit by the ball- god DAMMIT."

[Nadeen Desjardins]

Right?!

She'd scream and shake the fence a little, then bust up laughing because another ball would come at him again.
"You're terrible at this, bro. Going to lose all your fingers at this rate!"

...Then later she'd buy him a smoothie for putting up with her at the cages ;3;

[Flint Stockholm]

yes. this is beautiful.
well done.
on making a beautiful relation.
YES.

[Nadeen Desjardins]

I just had this thought. If these two ever got drunk together...trying to get home would be miserable for them. Trying to keep each other up, f9ug8jg8g omg. they would be like "Left...RIGHT...LEFT----ah!" someone trips and falls taking the other down with them. xD Skinning their knees on the pavement, heh.

"Flint. You gotta take off my shoes. You'll break my ankles and /I'll/ have no toes and you'll never be my friend again."

[Flint Stockholm]

they're just going to be the best party duo ever i swear

"can i wear them tho like if i take them off can i put them on that'd be cool i could be you and you could be me and we could write a song about it or something i dunno"

[Nadeen Desjardins]

They would ;3;
Also be each other's rescue party, if Flint was ever at a party that Nadi wasn't, he could totally call her and she'd sort through the drunk text and pick him up

"Fuh-lin-tut." <~ pfffft.

"If you break. Stretch. Maim. Or even dishonor my heels, I will puke in your ukelele. AH!"
Then clap and stick her leg up. "Heel."

[Flint Stockholm]

-overly dramatic gasp- "You wouldn't dare"

[Iris Hanson]

Friendly? Dreamer?
Yeah these two will do just fine.
Friends?!