Post by Akatala on May 19, 2009 15:55:58 GMT -5
Fore-Warning: Because this girl's profile is so incredibly long, I have simply copied her app from a different site I play her at. Therefore, there will be massive variations from Second Glance's application. As Nicole is an ordinary human, I don't see this variation as mattering all that much.
Nicknames: Nikki, Pretty Filly
Species: Human
Real Age / Apparent Age: 28
Birthday: January 18, 1981
Appearance
Play-By: Anne Hathaway
Description: Nicole looks like your average innocent young woman. She stands at 5'6 and weighs in at 130lbs since she was taught as a girl to eat well by her mother who is a registered nurse. Her hair is a coffee brunette slipping down a few inches below her shoulders. Her complexion is a matching fair hue that seems to make her smokey blue-gray eyes stand out like polished gems. Her face is a sculpted oval that retains a few fey-like features in her nose, lips, and chin.
If Nikki doesn't have to be anywhere in the public view, she is perfectly happy to go without make-up and dress in a shirt, denim overalls or jeans, and chukka boots. Much to her gay friend Sean who ends up picking out her make-up FOR her half the time.
When dressing for public life, however, Nikki submits to make up of rose, blues, and occasionally violet. She prefers to wear knit vests, however she will also wear suit coats over a simple white blouse and either black or gray pants, whichever matches the vest or coat. If she's caught in heels, they are usually low or wedge. She HATES spiked pumps and only wears them when others (mother) force her to.
Nicole's one obvious sign of rebellion from her conservative upbringing is her beloved tattoo art collection that grows whenever she accomplishes something monumental. When she graduated high school, a stylized scrolling leaf-flanked heart was added an inch below her belly button. Inside the heart is the Chinese symbol for love. When she graduated college, she added a blue rose to her right calf. With it is the Chinese symbol for Endurance. When she got her pilot's license, wings were added to her shoulder blades with the symbol for Freedom between them. She admits that was her most painful piece of body art. Upon moving to the beautiful Seattle area to start work as a professional pilot, she added a stylized dolphin leaping over the symbol for Spirit over her left breast (seen as self-drawn manip to celebrity photo). She wants more, but waits to see what goals time will give her to celebrate.
Personality
Special Abilities: None
Special Weaknesses: None
On the Inside: In front of her parents and people of higher society, and even regular society to some extent, Nicole portrays herself as an upstanding young woman of descent upper class breeding. She often, in whispers, refers to herself as her parents' "pretty little filly". Yet this has always been just a mask. On the inside she's a complete contradiction to almost everything her parents think her to be. Instead of inspecting her mother's rose garden or test riding a new addition to her father's herd, she has always wished to be on her knees digging in the dirt with the gardener or in the stables helping the hands with the mucking. She envied her brother's fishing trips with their dad. So she would go out with her friend Sean with a make-shift cane pole, string, hook, and a coffee can of worms from the garden.
As an adult out on her own, happily on the other side of the country from her parents' farm in Virginia, Nikki is taking to the Washington northwest like a fly to sugar! Here, she is allowed to live where she wants, in a log cottage in the forest near Port Angeles of course! She can drive a 4x4 pick-up around. She can fly her Piper Arrow (parked at Port Angeles Regional) to work at Seattle-Tacoma International. She can make good money as a professional pilot, giving people eagle-eye views of the Puget Sound and Olympic Forest scenery that surrounds her. That's more bling than the airliner pilots get! She can take trail rides in the gorgeous Cascade forests. She can get dirty helping Sean with fixing up the scrapyard T-28 (To her there isn't a sexier sound, as of yet anyway, than the roar of an old-fashion radial engine.) they acquired and keep in a hanger over at Port Angeles Regional. She can dress like the farm girl she grew up as. She can ride western style if she wants to. She can get as many tattoos as she wants because it's her body.
Nicole is addicted to the chances she gets to be herself here in Washington. She's not so happy with the cold and the near constant rain, but she is nothing if not adaptable. If it's cold, she simply adds layers. If it's raining, wear a raincoat or a poncho. No big deal.
Nikki isn't much of a fish person, however, she loves visiting downtown Seattle to get a chance to shop at the famous Pike Street fish market. Her favorite is halibut, but she'll eat salmon and a few other not-so-fishy varieties. Among Nicole's other favorite things to do around the towns is bargain shop for antiques, browse the dusty shelves of second hand bookstores, and (despite what her figure says) check out quaint local-recommended places to eat. Her dream is to some day own a nice self-renovated Victorian home filled with antique furniture, a nice dedicated library room, and one of those modern stoves that are built to look like they're as old as the house.
Being the tom girl hidden beneath the pretty prep-schooled lady mask, Nicole is also known for poking her nose around to find answers to odd questions that people don't want answered. As an educated woman who has earned her wings to fly in the world of men, Nikki is not about to let her intellect be colored by narrow-minded people that don't want to even think about things that they don't like. So of course, when she started reading the local legends from the Native Americans (her favorite story being Raven Stole the Moon), she began asking a great many questions. She's rethinking her views of religion. What if they're wrong? What if they're trying to ignore what they can't understand by calling it myth? She's rethinking her views of what is myth for surely she knows that within every myth lies a thread of truth. She's ready to get out there and find the truth. She wants to ink it's symbol over her womb. Truth... She wants to bravely reach out and touch it. She wants to stroke that forbidden serpent of knowledge and truth. She wants to molest it like an angel seduced by a demon, and covet the ego-food knowledge that SHE found it. She! A Virginia Lady! Raised to ride in Dressage shows, play the piano, and parade around like American royalty.
What.. if.. she.. found.. the truth? She would never tell. Oh no, no. She knows better. Save for Sean, no one but she knows this secret inner craving for the dark and mysterious. And no one, save for that truth, will ever know how much this pretty filly wants to roar and feel the power of the hidden tiger.
Of course, this pretty filly is often approached by males seeking her trove of carnal treasure. She'll sometimes take them on a date. Maybe two or three if they're exceptionally nice. However, each time, she finds herself simply playing another role. Pretending to enjoy herself. Well, that's not always true. She does enjoy the socializing as long as the guys are intelligent and possess a fair amount of common sense. Yet, still, she knows that these boys she keeps giving her arm to dinner and the movies, and maybe desert later if they're still up for it--they aren't for her. For all of their good qualities, and for all of the rebel qualities of the more liberal guys shes dated, it's still not enough. It's mundane and boring. It doesn't touch that hidden part of herself that craves something that the words in her vocabulary can't yet explain. Or perhaps, it's more like, she's too afraid to say them, even to herself.
Relations
Mother: Eva Mae (Marling) Prescott
Father: Paul Kenneth Prescott
Sisters: None
Brothers: Jonathon William Prescott
Other Important Relations: Other Important Relations: Sean Bingham (best friend and partner in crime), Granddaddy Bingham (Korean War Veteran pilot who is helping Sean and Nikki restore an scrapyard trainer warplane built in the 1950s.)
Pets: Wind Whisper: Bay colored Arabian crossed Thoroughbred stands at 15.2 hands high with star and stripe on face and Prescott Farms white brand on left flank. Currently boarded at a local Port Angeles stable.
TOYS ;; Because a self-respecting tom girl just can't ever have enough to play with!! {{Sorry, but guys don't count! This girl kisses them then ditches them.}}
Residence: Port Angeles, WA
Occupation: Commercial Pilot for Puget Air Adventures, Inc. / For them, Nikki flies a Cessna Caravan 208 with amphibious floats.
Photo is public domain from an aircraft sales site.
History
Nicole Mae Prescott was born in a sleepy southern town in the rich green rolling hills of the Shenandoah region in Virginia. Hers was a wealthy, prideful conservative family that made it's name and money from raising quality show and race horses. Mostly Thoroughbreds. From the cradle, she was taught grace and poise. Say your prayers at meal. Read your Bible daily. Go to church on Sunday mornings and Wednesday evenings for good measure to remain in the good graces of the Lord. Mind your manners. Excel in schooling and ladylike activities. Wear skirts and dresses, britches are only for the Lady to ride in! Never dirty oneself in the world of men. That's what men are there for, to get dirty in the place of the genteel lady! This was Nicole's life as a child. Secretly, she hated every minute save for reading classic novels (as that was the only novels she was allowed to read) and riding with only a slightly younger boy named Sean, son of one of her father's associates, as her witness to wickedness.
Of course when they were young and naive, they would lie in the grassy fields by the lazy river and wonder aloud to one another. With Sean, Nicole, had a bond, from first meeting, that could never be severed. Neither will ever tell anyone, but they learned the birds and the bees for themselves. With protection, of course, since no one was to ever find out that they lost their virginity when she was 16, and he only 14. However, in doing so, they both learned that they were not meant to be together as lovers, but rather as soul siblings. Friends so close that blood sometimes didn't even compare. When Sean began whispering to Nicole of his secret attraction to his own gender, Nicole cheered him on. She loved him all the more for being different than the cookie-cutter people they grew up putting up with. And it was together, that they promised one day, they would leave for a new pasture, somewhere FAR away. Somewhere... where they wouldn't have to pretend anymore.
Nicole went to college at Notre Dame. An Ivy League school was the only place for a girl of her heritage! Following her mother's advice, she got her degree in nursing. Secretly, though, she was already taking steps of her own. Using money she had hidden from birthdays, allowances, and horse show prizes, she took flying lessons while away from home. Something Sean suggested they try for fun. To her surprise, Nicole discovered that having her hands on the yoke of an aircraft filled her with a pleasure thrill unlike any other! Sean went a little further with it when he transferred to the Indianapolis campus of the Aviation Institute of Maintenance to get his FAA certified Aviation Maintenance Technician degree. He graduated in eighteen months and moved to South Bend where he managed to sweet talk a job for himself at the South Bend Regional Airport at the local maintenance services company. That way he could get a head start on his job as a mechanic while Nicole finished school nearby at Notre Dame.
Though he only got one tattoo as an eighteenth birthday present from Nikki, Sean openly admired Nikki's penchant for getting ink done when she passed major goal lines. He liked how she turned her body into a gallery of the history of herself. Perhaps he wanted to do the same but never got the guts, perhaps it was simply his way to be the feminine one when they flew casual. It didn't really matter to Nikki what his reason was as long as he was always "real" when no one else was around.
A month after Nikki graduated she and Sean were stuck working in two different Virginia cities to fit their careers, when a friend of theirs from college called with a surprise job offer. The friend had collaborated with some people to start a business in Seattle flying tourists around to sight-see from the air. The friend wanted to know if Nikki and Sean work for them, Nikki as a pilot and Sean in maintenance. Shock bolted through the pair when they heard the offer. They let it sit for a week until their families gathered for a feast out at the farm. It was as they pulled into that old worn driveway of Prescott Farms that the two decided firmly and finally that their answer would be yes, no matter what their folks thought.
That day, their families were celebrating their annual "Pig Picking" southern feast. For the main course, they had a slow ground-barbecued hog, then grilled corn, fried okra, collards, turnip greens, sweet southern style beans, and the rest of the southern feast mandatory side dishes, finger-foods, and desserts. Don't forget the southern sweet tea! It was then, that the wicked pair of college grads revealed to their families the absurd plan of their future. To move out to Seattle and work for their friends' flight tourism company, Puget Air Adventures, Inc. Nicole was to be a pilot, and Sean was to be a mechanic and filler pilot if they needed one. For Sean, it wasn't quite as big a deal seeing as he had already pulled a job as an aircraft mechanic in Indiana. For Nicole to drop the ball and switch gears, now that came as a complete surprise to the families.
Nicole swears to this day, there was not a sound at that table for a full five minutes, the astonishment of their cultured conservative families was so great. Then, at last, one person stood up, as best he could at his age, and began applauding. That person was Sean's grandfather, a pilot himself who flew combat missions in the Korean War and still flew and told stories of glory in the air. Then "Granddaddy" Bingham said to them, "I'm proud of the both of you. Not only have you chosen remarkable careers that show true strength and character, you've also laid the foundations for making those dreams become a reality! That is what being here in this country called America is all about. Turning distant hopes and dreams into realities that give a glory greater than any amount of money could ever purchase. Happiness! Just like the Declaration of Independence so boldly and immortally pledged! God bless you both on your journey, for surely you have made Him just as proud with your daring and courageous achievements!"
Stunned by the words from one of their own elders, the family sat quiet for another long moment as Granddaddy Bingham stood there beaming at Nikki and Sean as though they were the greatest gifts he had ever received. Sean even claims the old fighter pilot had tears in his eyes, which from the tone of his words, he probably did. Whatever the case, it was Granddaddy Bingham's sound and sage admission of approval that the rest of the family pressed themselves to applaud and congratulate Nicole and Sean for finding a future for themselves. It wasn't one, their families, save for the obvious daredevil Granddaddy Bingham, would have chosen for them. However, the families concluded that the two had done what was needed to forge their own careers and found a way to utilize it. It was with slightly unsettled, but still entirely supportive blessings from their families that Nicole Prescott and Sean Bingham left their southern country roots for a new life born in the skies over Puget Sound and the Cascade Range of northwestern Washington State.
Up in Seattle, the two started out in a descent but cheap apartment near the airport. Sean began his job as a mechanic fixing various propeller driven planes for PAA. Nicole was meanwhile started as a co-pilot in the Cessna Caravan, the company's smaller tour aircraft. After a few years, she earned her right to captain the Caravan, which she continues to do to this day. However, one day, one of the company owners, Mr. Luxby, brought out a special toy for her to see. The "Silver Eagle" was a vintage 1950s Twin Beech with amphibious floats that allowed it to take-off and land on water or runway. The floats were impressive enough, and difficult for her to adjust to. Yet, it was the engines that caught her attention. Two chrome-encased old-fashion round Pratt & Whitney engines graced that bird, and they roared to life and through the skies in a great rumbling growl that made this girl sit up and beg for more! Occasionally, she is still allowed to fly the pretty silver roaring bird.
Screenshot by Akatala from Flight Sim X.
It was soon after the discovery of Nicole's love for the vintage round engine planes (and Sean's thirst for tinkering with their innards) that the owner of the Twin Beach showed them the rusted old scrapyard hulk that was once a glorious single engine warplane. The T-28 Trojan was built in the 1950s for use as a trainer for combat flight. Now, it sat rusting away in an airplane "bone yard". The man offered to help them transport it to Seattle and store it in a side hanger IF Sean could figure out how to fix it up, and IF Nicole could learn to fly it with Sean as her back-up. The offer was, of course, agreed upon without any hesitation what-so-ever.
When Granddaddy Bingham heard that the two had acquired a scrapyard T-28 they were planning to restore, he was all too thrilled to pack and moved up there to help with the behemoth project. Though he flew a jet in Korea, he had plenty of his own fond memories of the T-28 Trojan back when it was still in service. Seeing as his wife had passed away several years previous to cancer, rooming with his grandson in exchange for his help with fixing rotted old warbird was the best medicine he could ask for! Sean and Nicole were all to happy to have him.
These days, Nicole and Sean have moved to the quieter town of Port Angeles. The two now commute to Seattle via Nicole's sweet little red and white Piper Arrow which she affectionately dubs her "hot-rod". Keeping the Piper at Port Angeles' little Fairchild International Airport, the commute for the pair to and from Seattle becomes a quick little 45 - 90 minute puddle jump for them depending on weather and air traffic. Nicole now lives in a quaint little forest cottage while Sean and Granddaddy share a condo over by the water. The T-28 Trojan is kept in a hanger at Fairchild while Sean and Granddaddy, using Granddaddy Bingham's savings for parts, slowly work at resurrecting the old warbird.
Nicole is happy with her life as it is, and thankful for the opportunity to live it. She now pilots a new Cessna Caravan with amphibious floats to cater retreat adventures after having mastered the art of water landings with the Twin Beech. She has her best friend Sean living nearby and working at the same place she does. She has her own plane, which she shares with Sean. She gets rare chances to fly other people's flying babies, like that Twin Beech she loves so dearly. There's Granddaddy, who helps Sean with the warbird project and teaches Nicole how to get down and dirty with it herself. After all, she has her own plane. She should know a little bit more about what makes it work! What's more, Granddaddy is quite happy to go out fishing with her and Sean both! She get's his expert opinions on antiques and awesome reads. Then there's the fact that Granddaddy has absolutely no problem with their young trouble-making plots! It was he who talked about happiness being the ultimate goal in life. The three of them are often found either under an airplane, horseback riding on forest trails, or taking a trip out to watch the whales when they're plentiful. Life couldn't be more terrific! Or could it?
As time goes by, Nicole is starting to feel the pressure. Somehow, she's starting to get the feeling that even after all of the pluses she's earned through her fierce determination to make her dreams reality as Granddaddy said, there's still something more that she's missing. Now, Nicole's on a mission to find out what that something is. All she knows, is that it is out there somewhere, hidden. Buried somewhere in the ancient legends of the world that keep her glued to the pages of Native American, Old World European, Asian lore texts. Nicole knows they know something she doesn't. She must find the courage to go out there and ask the questions no one but the wise ones might answer. She's already finding her world shifting into a strange place she doesn't quite recognize as legends whisper suggestions and make her mind think. She swears, she'll keep after that secret missing piece of her until she finds it. Wherever it lies hidden from ordinary mortal view.
Roleplay Example
The Rest Of It
Additional Comments: Nicole is, basically a version of me if I had the money and capabilities to do what I really wanted to. The part about her family, however, was written based on the families described by many southern friends of mine. As I grew up on the Tennessee side of the Appalachian foothills, many of Nikki's memories are woven from pieces of my own experiences.
Writing the roleplay example was extremely fun, as well as instructive to write as I was forced to write from a pilot's perspective while imagining the scenes Nikki saw on her "way home from work" to that cute little airport in Port Angeles. Before writing this, to get the full picture of exactly what Nikki would be doing and seeing as she flew home, I added a Piper Arrow model downloaded from the net to the incredibly realistic (you could tell that just from the realism in the screenshot of the Twin Beech) Flight Sim game I have. Then I took the time to fly the route, with the traffic factor included, to get as much personal perspective as I could in order to write the piece. For the sanity of readers, most of the radio talk between pilot and Air Traffic Control, was easily weeding out with plain English. However, I must say, even done through a game, the experience of flying Nikki's flight home was impressive.
For those of you who are wondering, yes, people really do this sort of thing in real life. in fact there are dozens of companies in the US and Canada that make "kit planes" for people to build themselves in order to do just what Nikki does to get to and from work in the Big City.
Nicole Mae Prescott
"Roger, Fairchild Approach. Cleared to land, Runway 8, Two-Charlie-Victor."
"Roger, Fairchild Approach. Cleared to land, Runway 8, Two-Charlie-Victor."
Nicknames: Nikki, Pretty Filly
Species: Human
Real Age / Apparent Age: 28
Birthday: January 18, 1981
Appearance
Play-By: Anne Hathaway
Description: Nicole looks like your average innocent young woman. She stands at 5'6 and weighs in at 130lbs since she was taught as a girl to eat well by her mother who is a registered nurse. Her hair is a coffee brunette slipping down a few inches below her shoulders. Her complexion is a matching fair hue that seems to make her smokey blue-gray eyes stand out like polished gems. Her face is a sculpted oval that retains a few fey-like features in her nose, lips, and chin.
If Nikki doesn't have to be anywhere in the public view, she is perfectly happy to go without make-up and dress in a shirt, denim overalls or jeans, and chukka boots. Much to her gay friend Sean who ends up picking out her make-up FOR her half the time.
When dressing for public life, however, Nikki submits to make up of rose, blues, and occasionally violet. She prefers to wear knit vests, however she will also wear suit coats over a simple white blouse and either black or gray pants, whichever matches the vest or coat. If she's caught in heels, they are usually low or wedge. She HATES spiked pumps and only wears them when others (mother) force her to.
Nicole's one obvious sign of rebellion from her conservative upbringing is her beloved tattoo art collection that grows whenever she accomplishes something monumental. When she graduated high school, a stylized scrolling leaf-flanked heart was added an inch below her belly button. Inside the heart is the Chinese symbol for love. When she graduated college, she added a blue rose to her right calf. With it is the Chinese symbol for Endurance. When she got her pilot's license, wings were added to her shoulder blades with the symbol for Freedom between them. She admits that was her most painful piece of body art. Upon moving to the beautiful Seattle area to start work as a professional pilot, she added a stylized dolphin leaping over the symbol for Spirit over her left breast (seen as self-drawn manip to celebrity photo). She wants more, but waits to see what goals time will give her to celebrate.
Personality
Special Abilities: None
Special Weaknesses: None
On the Inside: In front of her parents and people of higher society, and even regular society to some extent, Nicole portrays herself as an upstanding young woman of descent upper class breeding. She often, in whispers, refers to herself as her parents' "pretty little filly". Yet this has always been just a mask. On the inside she's a complete contradiction to almost everything her parents think her to be. Instead of inspecting her mother's rose garden or test riding a new addition to her father's herd, she has always wished to be on her knees digging in the dirt with the gardener or in the stables helping the hands with the mucking. She envied her brother's fishing trips with their dad. So she would go out with her friend Sean with a make-shift cane pole, string, hook, and a coffee can of worms from the garden.
As an adult out on her own, happily on the other side of the country from her parents' farm in Virginia, Nikki is taking to the Washington northwest like a fly to sugar! Here, she is allowed to live where she wants, in a log cottage in the forest near Port Angeles of course! She can drive a 4x4 pick-up around. She can fly her Piper Arrow (parked at Port Angeles Regional) to work at Seattle-Tacoma International. She can make good money as a professional pilot, giving people eagle-eye views of the Puget Sound and Olympic Forest scenery that surrounds her. That's more bling than the airliner pilots get! She can take trail rides in the gorgeous Cascade forests. She can get dirty helping Sean with fixing up the scrapyard T-28 (To her there isn't a sexier sound, as of yet anyway, than the roar of an old-fashion radial engine.) they acquired and keep in a hanger over at Port Angeles Regional. She can dress like the farm girl she grew up as. She can ride western style if she wants to. She can get as many tattoos as she wants because it's her body.
Nicole is addicted to the chances she gets to be herself here in Washington. She's not so happy with the cold and the near constant rain, but she is nothing if not adaptable. If it's cold, she simply adds layers. If it's raining, wear a raincoat or a poncho. No big deal.
Nikki isn't much of a fish person, however, she loves visiting downtown Seattle to get a chance to shop at the famous Pike Street fish market. Her favorite is halibut, but she'll eat salmon and a few other not-so-fishy varieties. Among Nicole's other favorite things to do around the towns is bargain shop for antiques, browse the dusty shelves of second hand bookstores, and (despite what her figure says) check out quaint local-recommended places to eat. Her dream is to some day own a nice self-renovated Victorian home filled with antique furniture, a nice dedicated library room, and one of those modern stoves that are built to look like they're as old as the house.
Being the tom girl hidden beneath the pretty prep-schooled lady mask, Nicole is also known for poking her nose around to find answers to odd questions that people don't want answered. As an educated woman who has earned her wings to fly in the world of men, Nikki is not about to let her intellect be colored by narrow-minded people that don't want to even think about things that they don't like. So of course, when she started reading the local legends from the Native Americans (her favorite story being Raven Stole the Moon), she began asking a great many questions. She's rethinking her views of religion. What if they're wrong? What if they're trying to ignore what they can't understand by calling it myth? She's rethinking her views of what is myth for surely she knows that within every myth lies a thread of truth. She's ready to get out there and find the truth. She wants to ink it's symbol over her womb. Truth... She wants to bravely reach out and touch it. She wants to stroke that forbidden serpent of knowledge and truth. She wants to molest it like an angel seduced by a demon, and covet the ego-food knowledge that SHE found it. She! A Virginia Lady! Raised to ride in Dressage shows, play the piano, and parade around like American royalty.
What.. if.. she.. found.. the truth? She would never tell. Oh no, no. She knows better. Save for Sean, no one but she knows this secret inner craving for the dark and mysterious. And no one, save for that truth, will ever know how much this pretty filly wants to roar and feel the power of the hidden tiger.
Of course, this pretty filly is often approached by males seeking her trove of carnal treasure. She'll sometimes take them on a date. Maybe two or three if they're exceptionally nice. However, each time, she finds herself simply playing another role. Pretending to enjoy herself. Well, that's not always true. She does enjoy the socializing as long as the guys are intelligent and possess a fair amount of common sense. Yet, still, she knows that these boys she keeps giving her arm to dinner and the movies, and maybe desert later if they're still up for it--they aren't for her. For all of their good qualities, and for all of the rebel qualities of the more liberal guys shes dated, it's still not enough. It's mundane and boring. It doesn't touch that hidden part of herself that craves something that the words in her vocabulary can't yet explain. Or perhaps, it's more like, she's too afraid to say them, even to herself.
Tell me something strange.
Tell me something wicked.
Show me the Morning Star.
Show me the secret within it.
So I can decide for myself
Who I really am.
Relations
Mother: Eva Mae (Marling) Prescott
Father: Paul Kenneth Prescott
Sisters: None
Brothers: Jonathon William Prescott
Other Important Relations: Other Important Relations: Sean Bingham (best friend and partner in crime), Granddaddy Bingham (Korean War Veteran pilot who is helping Sean and Nikki restore an scrapyard trainer warplane built in the 1950s.)
Sean Quote: "It takes a gay boy to make a tom girl shine!"
About Sean Bingham: Two years Nikki's junior, Sean grew up as the son of one of Nikki's father's associates in quality horse breeding. Sean and Nikki grew up together on the horse farms in the rolling green hills of Virginia. The way they act, one would think they were siblings. Of course they aren't. Sean just claims that God made an "Oops" when putting him in a male body and the wrong mother. His conservative parents, mother especially, aren't happy about him openly declaring his taste for the male gender, but as long as he keeps himself out of trouble, he remains in his family's good graces. Fortunately, Sean is excellent at hiding his awesome trouble-making skills. Especially under the guise of an airplane mechanic and pilot. He gets his need to fly from his Korean War veteran pilot grandfather, affectionately called "Granddaddy Bingham". He works for the same tourist air-carrier that Nikki does playing the role of Aircraft Mechanic & Service Technician and occasionally subs for a pilot. He is also co-owner and lead mechanic of the WW2 T-28 Trojan trainer warbird they are restoring from a junkyard heap into a flyable aircraft.
Roleplay Notes: It isn't a absolutely needed role, but if someone wants to play this cool and unusual guy, I would be greatly in your debt! Picture the average cute gay guy, you can build the description. Advanced horse knowledge is not really required since he lives in Seattle. As for aircraft info, your free to pick my brain if needed. I grew up around all kinds of planes and plane-geeks. ;D If I don't know the answer, I at least know where to look and who to ask.His history is intertwined below with Nicole's.
As for Granddaddy Bingham, he's really a sideline character that needs no official player unless someone really likes the idea of playing this old crow. Picture a comical old war hero that loves to toilet paper houses just as much as the kids do. But don't think him shallow. Oh no, no. This old man still has his brain intact and he intends to use it as long and often as he is able to!
His history is intertwined below with Nicole's.Pets: Wind Whisper: Bay colored Arabian crossed Thoroughbred stands at 15.2 hands high with star and stripe on face and Prescott Farms white brand on left flank. Currently boarded at a local Port Angeles stable.
TOYS ;; Because a self-respecting tom girl just can't ever have enough to play with!! {{Sorry, but guys don't count! This girl kisses them then ditches them.}}
Automobile: Teal Ford Ranger Pick-up with plastic bed-liner.
Private Aircraft: Piper Arrow - N362CV / Painted like photo.
Project Aircraft: Vintage 1949 North American T-28 Trojan Warbird Trainer / Co-owned by Sean Bingham / To be painted chrome with red engine cap, tail, and wing-tips.
Residence: Port Angeles, WA
Occupation: Commercial Pilot for Puget Air Adventures, Inc. / For them, Nikki flies a Cessna Caravan 208 with amphibious floats.
Photo is public domain from an aircraft sales site.
History
Nicole Mae Prescott was born in a sleepy southern town in the rich green rolling hills of the Shenandoah region in Virginia. Hers was a wealthy, prideful conservative family that made it's name and money from raising quality show and race horses. Mostly Thoroughbreds. From the cradle, she was taught grace and poise. Say your prayers at meal. Read your Bible daily. Go to church on Sunday mornings and Wednesday evenings for good measure to remain in the good graces of the Lord. Mind your manners. Excel in schooling and ladylike activities. Wear skirts and dresses, britches are only for the Lady to ride in! Never dirty oneself in the world of men. That's what men are there for, to get dirty in the place of the genteel lady! This was Nicole's life as a child. Secretly, she hated every minute save for reading classic novels (as that was the only novels she was allowed to read) and riding with only a slightly younger boy named Sean, son of one of her father's associates, as her witness to wickedness.
Of course when they were young and naive, they would lie in the grassy fields by the lazy river and wonder aloud to one another. With Sean, Nicole, had a bond, from first meeting, that could never be severed. Neither will ever tell anyone, but they learned the birds and the bees for themselves. With protection, of course, since no one was to ever find out that they lost their virginity when she was 16, and he only 14. However, in doing so, they both learned that they were not meant to be together as lovers, but rather as soul siblings. Friends so close that blood sometimes didn't even compare. When Sean began whispering to Nicole of his secret attraction to his own gender, Nicole cheered him on. She loved him all the more for being different than the cookie-cutter people they grew up putting up with. And it was together, that they promised one day, they would leave for a new pasture, somewhere FAR away. Somewhere... where they wouldn't have to pretend anymore.
Nicole went to college at Notre Dame. An Ivy League school was the only place for a girl of her heritage! Following her mother's advice, she got her degree in nursing. Secretly, though, she was already taking steps of her own. Using money she had hidden from birthdays, allowances, and horse show prizes, she took flying lessons while away from home. Something Sean suggested they try for fun. To her surprise, Nicole discovered that having her hands on the yoke of an aircraft filled her with a pleasure thrill unlike any other! Sean went a little further with it when he transferred to the Indianapolis campus of the Aviation Institute of Maintenance to get his FAA certified Aviation Maintenance Technician degree. He graduated in eighteen months and moved to South Bend where he managed to sweet talk a job for himself at the South Bend Regional Airport at the local maintenance services company. That way he could get a head start on his job as a mechanic while Nicole finished school nearby at Notre Dame.
Though he only got one tattoo as an eighteenth birthday present from Nikki, Sean openly admired Nikki's penchant for getting ink done when she passed major goal lines. He liked how she turned her body into a gallery of the history of herself. Perhaps he wanted to do the same but never got the guts, perhaps it was simply his way to be the feminine one when they flew casual. It didn't really matter to Nikki what his reason was as long as he was always "real" when no one else was around.
A month after Nikki graduated she and Sean were stuck working in two different Virginia cities to fit their careers, when a friend of theirs from college called with a surprise job offer. The friend had collaborated with some people to start a business in Seattle flying tourists around to sight-see from the air. The friend wanted to know if Nikki and Sean work for them, Nikki as a pilot and Sean in maintenance. Shock bolted through the pair when they heard the offer. They let it sit for a week until their families gathered for a feast out at the farm. It was as they pulled into that old worn driveway of Prescott Farms that the two decided firmly and finally that their answer would be yes, no matter what their folks thought.
That day, their families were celebrating their annual "Pig Picking" southern feast. For the main course, they had a slow ground-barbecued hog, then grilled corn, fried okra, collards, turnip greens, sweet southern style beans, and the rest of the southern feast mandatory side dishes, finger-foods, and desserts. Don't forget the southern sweet tea! It was then, that the wicked pair of college grads revealed to their families the absurd plan of their future. To move out to Seattle and work for their friends' flight tourism company, Puget Air Adventures, Inc. Nicole was to be a pilot, and Sean was to be a mechanic and filler pilot if they needed one. For Sean, it wasn't quite as big a deal seeing as he had already pulled a job as an aircraft mechanic in Indiana. For Nicole to drop the ball and switch gears, now that came as a complete surprise to the families.
Nicole swears to this day, there was not a sound at that table for a full five minutes, the astonishment of their cultured conservative families was so great. Then, at last, one person stood up, as best he could at his age, and began applauding. That person was Sean's grandfather, a pilot himself who flew combat missions in the Korean War and still flew and told stories of glory in the air. Then "Granddaddy" Bingham said to them, "I'm proud of the both of you. Not only have you chosen remarkable careers that show true strength and character, you've also laid the foundations for making those dreams become a reality! That is what being here in this country called America is all about. Turning distant hopes and dreams into realities that give a glory greater than any amount of money could ever purchase. Happiness! Just like the Declaration of Independence so boldly and immortally pledged! God bless you both on your journey, for surely you have made Him just as proud with your daring and courageous achievements!"
Stunned by the words from one of their own elders, the family sat quiet for another long moment as Granddaddy Bingham stood there beaming at Nikki and Sean as though they were the greatest gifts he had ever received. Sean even claims the old fighter pilot had tears in his eyes, which from the tone of his words, he probably did. Whatever the case, it was Granddaddy Bingham's sound and sage admission of approval that the rest of the family pressed themselves to applaud and congratulate Nicole and Sean for finding a future for themselves. It wasn't one, their families, save for the obvious daredevil Granddaddy Bingham, would have chosen for them. However, the families concluded that the two had done what was needed to forge their own careers and found a way to utilize it. It was with slightly unsettled, but still entirely supportive blessings from their families that Nicole Prescott and Sean Bingham left their southern country roots for a new life born in the skies over Puget Sound and the Cascade Range of northwestern Washington State.
!!! Warning: Ample airplane love talk in the following passages. !!!
Up in Seattle, the two started out in a descent but cheap apartment near the airport. Sean began his job as a mechanic fixing various propeller driven planes for PAA. Nicole was meanwhile started as a co-pilot in the Cessna Caravan, the company's smaller tour aircraft. After a few years, she earned her right to captain the Caravan, which she continues to do to this day. However, one day, one of the company owners, Mr. Luxby, brought out a special toy for her to see. The "Silver Eagle" was a vintage 1950s Twin Beech with amphibious floats that allowed it to take-off and land on water or runway. The floats were impressive enough, and difficult for her to adjust to. Yet, it was the engines that caught her attention. Two chrome-encased old-fashion round Pratt & Whitney engines graced that bird, and they roared to life and through the skies in a great rumbling growl that made this girl sit up and beg for more! Occasionally, she is still allowed to fly the pretty silver roaring bird.
Screenshot by Akatala from Flight Sim X.
It was soon after the discovery of Nicole's love for the vintage round engine planes (and Sean's thirst for tinkering with their innards) that the owner of the Twin Beach showed them the rusted old scrapyard hulk that was once a glorious single engine warplane. The T-28 Trojan was built in the 1950s for use as a trainer for combat flight. Now, it sat rusting away in an airplane "bone yard". The man offered to help them transport it to Seattle and store it in a side hanger IF Sean could figure out how to fix it up, and IF Nicole could learn to fly it with Sean as her back-up. The offer was, of course, agreed upon without any hesitation what-so-ever.
When Granddaddy Bingham heard that the two had acquired a scrapyard T-28 they were planning to restore, he was all too thrilled to pack and moved up there to help with the behemoth project. Though he flew a jet in Korea, he had plenty of his own fond memories of the T-28 Trojan back when it was still in service. Seeing as his wife had passed away several years previous to cancer, rooming with his grandson in exchange for his help with fixing rotted old warbird was the best medicine he could ask for! Sean and Nicole were all to happy to have him.
These days, Nicole and Sean have moved to the quieter town of Port Angeles. The two now commute to Seattle via Nicole's sweet little red and white Piper Arrow which she affectionately dubs her "hot-rod". Keeping the Piper at Port Angeles' little Fairchild International Airport, the commute for the pair to and from Seattle becomes a quick little 45 - 90 minute puddle jump for them depending on weather and air traffic. Nicole now lives in a quaint little forest cottage while Sean and Granddaddy share a condo over by the water. The T-28 Trojan is kept in a hanger at Fairchild while Sean and Granddaddy, using Granddaddy Bingham's savings for parts, slowly work at resurrecting the old warbird.
Nicole is happy with her life as it is, and thankful for the opportunity to live it. She now pilots a new Cessna Caravan with amphibious floats to cater retreat adventures after having mastered the art of water landings with the Twin Beech. She has her best friend Sean living nearby and working at the same place she does. She has her own plane, which she shares with Sean. She gets rare chances to fly other people's flying babies, like that Twin Beech she loves so dearly. There's Granddaddy, who helps Sean with the warbird project and teaches Nicole how to get down and dirty with it herself. After all, she has her own plane. She should know a little bit more about what makes it work! What's more, Granddaddy is quite happy to go out fishing with her and Sean both! She get's his expert opinions on antiques and awesome reads. Then there's the fact that Granddaddy has absolutely no problem with their young trouble-making plots! It was he who talked about happiness being the ultimate goal in life. The three of them are often found either under an airplane, horseback riding on forest trails, or taking a trip out to watch the whales when they're plentiful. Life couldn't be more terrific! Or could it?
As time goes by, Nicole is starting to feel the pressure. Somehow, she's starting to get the feeling that even after all of the pluses she's earned through her fierce determination to make her dreams reality as Granddaddy said, there's still something more that she's missing. Now, Nicole's on a mission to find out what that something is. All she knows, is that it is out there somewhere, hidden. Buried somewhere in the ancient legends of the world that keep her glued to the pages of Native American, Old World European, Asian lore texts. Nicole knows they know something she doesn't. She must find the courage to go out there and ask the questions no one but the wise ones might answer. She's already finding her world shifting into a strange place she doesn't quite recognize as legends whisper suggestions and make her mind think. She swears, she'll keep after that secret missing piece of her until she finds it. Wherever it lies hidden from ordinary mortal view.
Roleplay Example
The Commute Home from Work
"Clear!" Nicole yelled out her window hatch to announce she was starting her engine. Buckled into her little Piper Arrow, it was approximately 7:30 in the evening, and she was on her way home from work. The weather had been fair all day with only puffy little cotton clouds dotting the otherwise clear blue sky. The day's run of ferrying tourists around in the amphibious Cessna 208 Caravan had been a lovely one. Her co-pilot had played the role of tour guide, narrating about the scenery as Nicole manned the controls, maneuvering the slightly large flying water-skipper with smooth grace as if the woman and the plane were a single entity. That was what being a real pilot was all about. No autopilot, just her and the controls that made the plane dance its graceful sight-seeing dance over the gorgeous scenes of Puget Sound. They had even been fortunate enough to spot a pod of whales at one point!
Now, the work day was over, and it was time to head home. Sean wasn't with her on this particular day, else he'd be the one flying back. But, really she didn't mind the commute. Traffic was the typical prime-time swarm as she made her way out onto the taxiway while conversing with Air Traffic Control for taxi instructions, but she was use to it. She was a patient woman who didn't really mind waiting in line on the taxiway an extra fifteen minutes or so for her turn to take off. When her turn came, she radioed acknowledgment for clearance then eased the throttle up as she pulled into position. One last minute was spent making sure everything was good. Flaps at 15 degrees, altimeter set, GPS set, fuel mixture and prop speed set. Then with a slow ease forward of the throttle the plane began to pick up speed. 30 knots. 60 knots. 80 knots and the wings gathered enough lift to gently draw the little four-seater plane airborne. Nicole pulled back gently just so on the yoke and up she went. Her left hand remained on the yoke to guide the plane while her right flew over the controls, retracting the gear, making radio adjustments as the Tower switched her to different channels. Banking out left over the Sound, she worked at gaining altitude. Once she was high enough, she retracted the flaps and turned off the landing lights.
Rising to a final cruising altitude of 4,000 feet, heading west-northwest she relaxed as she watched the scenes of the water and the forested mountains (which she had to sort of fly northerly around) pass by her below. The sun was setting out over the pacific, painting the sky a rainbow of colors accented by the beautiful clouds that seemed as though they were ablaze in flames. Though she had been here, seen this who knows how many times, it still took her breath away. Nothing was quite so magical to her as being in the dusk painted sky, a bird among birds. Her parents had been stunned at first, the very idea of their pretty filly becoming, not just a licensed pilot, but one who turned it into a career! Then they came up for a few weeks one summer, and with Mr. Luxby's permission to fly his precious Twin Beech "Silver Eagle", she and Sean gave their two families the joy ride of a life time. Later, she even took her parents for a ride in her, at the time, brand spanking new private Piper. The pride she felt back then, showing off her skills to a family that knew everything about luxury horses and next to nothing about airplanes, was simply overwhelming.
Nikki glanced out her right window toward the Strait of Juan de Fuca with the sun gilding its glittering surface as she began her descent toward the laughably small little Fairchild International. Idly, she wondered how the 45 minute flight seemed to buzz by so quickly. Already, she was descending again as the sky grew darker, and the cities below looked like a strange cobweb of lights. The runway stood out with it's row of blue and white lights with green lights at one end and red at the other to warn pilots which direction was open. All too soon, she was flipping on the landing lights, lowering the flaps, and slowing down as she banked steeply to turn in for final approach. Then the gear came down as the radio spoke with a male tower controller's voice, "Piper November-Three-Six-Two-Charlie-Victor, you are cleared to land at runway 8."
"Roger, Fairchild Approach. Cleared to land, runway 8, Two-Charlie-Victor," Nikki rattled off as she gracefully glided the plane in for smooth landing that gave Nikki just as much of a rush as the take-off and the view. Another day in the sky was at an end as she slowed the plane down to taxi speed and beared right off the runway onto the taxiway then angling into the hanger strip. She found herself smiling as she radioed clear of the runway and exchanged a cheerful good-evening to the tower who's crew knew her well by now. She parked her plane outside the hanger where the hulk of the old Trojan warplane sat on supports while it's entire body received an "extreme makeover airplane edition". Sean poked his head out from inside a hole in the body, or fuselage, of the plane to wave a grease covered hand. Granddaddy Bingham's showed up from the back of the hanger dusting himself off from the metal working he had been at when Nikki pulled in with a buzz and a turn to face the runway before killing the engine.
Nothing was better than spending and awesome day at work.. IN the sky, then commuting home.. IN the sunset, to a warm and happy greeting from her grease-coated aircraft-geek family. The guys cleaned their hands as she popped the left hatch to climb out onto the wing, then hop down to the ground. Then together they worked at placing the wheel-blocks and tying the wings down to the ground anchors for the night. Then she listened to their stories of the challenges of the day with fixing their bird while helping them clean up and close up for the evening. As they walked out to the parking lot, Nicole turned around to stare at the hanger and what she could see of her plane from where she stood. She thanked God for the blessings He had given her, in her life and in this wonderful day. Yet, again, something deep inside her pined for that which was missing. One link, mysterious and elusive, remained missing from the picture. She still hadn't a clue what she could possibly need to top off the gleaming life she had created for herself, but Nikki still knew it was out there. Waiting to be found. Someday... she swore she would find it. Find it and possess it for all time.
The Rest Of It
Additional Comments: Nicole is, basically a version of me if I had the money and capabilities to do what I really wanted to. The part about her family, however, was written based on the families described by many southern friends of mine. As I grew up on the Tennessee side of the Appalachian foothills, many of Nikki's memories are woven from pieces of my own experiences.
Writing the roleplay example was extremely fun, as well as instructive to write as I was forced to write from a pilot's perspective while imagining the scenes Nikki saw on her "way home from work" to that cute little airport in Port Angeles. Before writing this, to get the full picture of exactly what Nikki would be doing and seeing as she flew home, I added a Piper Arrow model downloaded from the net to the incredibly realistic (you could tell that just from the realism in the screenshot of the Twin Beech) Flight Sim game I have. Then I took the time to fly the route, with the traffic factor included, to get as much personal perspective as I could in order to write the piece. For the sanity of readers, most of the radio talk between pilot and Air Traffic Control, was easily weeding out with plain English. However, I must say, even done through a game, the experience of flying Nikki's flight home was impressive.
For those of you who are wondering, yes, people really do this sort of thing in real life. in fact there are dozens of companies in the US and Canada that make "kit planes" for people to build themselves in order to do just what Nikki does to get to and from work in the Big City.