Norville Fingers

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NORVILLE! STOLE YOUR HEART;

They call me NORVILLE FINGERS and I've shot for the moon TWENTY times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PERSONAL MESSAGE.
Ktxbi.

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» There Goes my Hero;

THe birth certificate reads NORVILLE BEAU FINGERS
But Everyone Calls Me NORV'
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for TWENTY years
The say I Am Between jobs! But would like to apply for work at the BB diner? He's a decent cook and he doesnt mind doing the dishes!
Ive Been Told I Look Like HEATH LEDGER

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» Rock and Roll, Baby.;

I am so tall 6'9"
And I Weigh 70 KILOS
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced NORVHAS AN EARRING THROUGH THE CARTLIAGE ON THE TOP OF HIS RIGHT EAR, BUT NO TATTOO'S YET.
They always say I look like Whats the best way to describe Norv? Well we know anyone would be lying if they said that the guy wasn't attractive. Thanks to a life Down Under, Norv is covered in a light sunkissed tan. He has a few small freckles across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, with long sandy blonde hair which has a tendancy to curl, framing his face. He dislikes having shorter hair as he believes it simply "doesnt look right" on him. Plus he secretly enjoys it when girls play with his hair, it relaxes him.

He has a joyous smile, and a contagious laugh. It seems the boy is constantly smiling! When he grins, you are able to see that his teeth are slightly crooked thanks to impacting wisdom teeth.
He's always had a rather lean, yet muscular build. Living in more rural Australian area's, and working on farms it was always very physical, hands on work.

When it comes to attire, Norv is very casual - he dresses for comfort, with an independant streak to it! Typically sporting a pair of washed out jeans, often scuffed at the bottom from constant wear. He loves to wear odd looking shirts or singlets; anything with an unusual pattern or print. One of his favorites being a singlet the colour of strawberry ice cream – the kind you got in the 1970s before Häagen-Dazs. Though it does make him look a little fruity.

Maybe he needs a womans influence in his life!

This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Definately his eyes. The iris' of his eyes are a dark brown color, with a small ring of orange circling each pupil.

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» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;

I Adore ANIMALS, ART, SLEEEEEP, BEING WITH PEOPLE, HUGS!, LEARNING, COOKING, EATING, DOING THE DISHES (in no particular order), HORSE RIDING, MAKING NECKLACES, COFFEECOFFFECOFFEE, PHOTOGRAPHY.
I Abhor NEGATIVE VIBES, PEOPLE WHO STICK LABELS ON OTHERS, FLIES, BEING ALONE, EASILY BORED, ALCOHOL, MEAT PRODUCTS, NAIL BITING, THE DARK, EMU'S ARE SCARY TOO.
I Rock LIKE TO THINK HE'S A GOOD FRIEND, TRUSTING, AND LOVES TO COOK FOR OTHERS. HE'S NOT INTO CONFRONTATION, BUT HE WILL LOOK OUT FOR HIS BUDDIES. HIS MEMORY ISNT PERFECT BUT HE'LL NEVER FORGET A FACE!
I Suck A NAIL BITER, BAD AT LYING, A LITTLE LAZY, BIT OF A SCAREDY CAT, SOMETIMES MILDLY HYPERACTIVE, NOT THAT INTO CONFRONATION.
I Do A FEW OF NORV'S MAIN QUIRKS ARE THAT HE CANT STOP CHEWING HIS NAILS. HE EVEN TRIED THAT GROSS NAIL PAINT STUFF THAT SUPPOSEDLY HELPS BUT GOT USED TO THE TASTE ANYWAY!
HE ALSO LOVES TO CREATE ODD FOOD COMBO'S, SUCH AS PEANUT BUTTER, BANANA SLICES AND VEGEMITE TOAST (PBBSVT)! THOUGH IF YOU LOOKED INTO WHAT WAS IN VEGEMITE ANYWAY YOU MIGHT AGREE THAT WAS A thingyTAIL OF YUCKY SOUNDING INGREDIENTS TOO! BUT STILL, SURPRISINGLY TASTY.

I Want FOOD IN HIS BELLY. TO TRAVEL AND MEET AND GREET AS MANY PEOPLE AS HE CAN! JUST LIVE A HAPPY EXISTANCE, AND ENJOY HIMSELF. MATERIAL THINGS ARENT THAT IMPORTANT.
I Fear IT MIGHT SOUND WEIRD BUT THE DARK IS A BIG ONE. THEN THERE'S EMU'S, STARVING TO DEATH, AND HE FEELS WEIRD ABOUT EATING EGGS.
I Shut up PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING THAT WAS TYPED UP IN THE FEAR SECTION OF THE APP.
I am Norv talks like someone in a hippie surfer bum movie. He can distil his emotions into drops of pure love, anger, fear or happiness. He's often described as the man with the joyous smile. He is optimistic, thingyy, loving, erratic and jovial, with a cheeky grin and an unconstrained laugh. Ernie’s caring, trusting demeanor and calculating resolve has always caused people to be attracted to him. He has a beastiness and an underlying sensitivity with a philosophic wisdom and this poetic nature that speaks to people. He is a person who rushes with self-confidence, and claims to have alot of luck.

Norv is many things to many people; depends on how they look at him. Though he is sociable, he is also prone to wander. Thats one of the things that makes Norville so different and though he’s not much of a prankster, he has been known to tease those he finds interesting, but doesn’t particularly appreciate when the jokes come back around at him.

He's the sort of person who treats love and friendship like a small creature trapped in a blizzard, fighting for survival. Maybe it’s just that he knows something that no one else does.

Norville is very indipendant, and tries to free himself from social restrictions. He has always wanted to choose his own way and find his own meaning of life. He explains that he is not religeous; he is spiritual. Though he find's religion fascinating, and loves to learn about it. Viking mythology in particular is very interesting.

He is open and brotherly to almost everyone that he interacts with; he’ll treat whoever he meets as if he’s known them his whole life. He is a very open person in most cases, and only secretive when necessary. He can get riled rather easily if he feels jealous over something, and will do anything to win back a favor.

One of Norv's gifts is his ability to see his weirdness in the guise of a small child telling an adult story. His weirdness has a friendly face. He may be considered a little strange, but once others get past the way he dresses, talks, and his personality in general they might see that he's a guy who'll become a great and loyal friend if given the chance.

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» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;

I Came From Norville's parents are Ross Fingers, a 43 year old sheep shearer and Hannah, a 37 year old who mostly took care of their farm.
I Share My Dna With no one! Norville is a single child
I Come From Gidgee, Western Australia
But I Live Here Now HOPING TO APPLY FOR A TRAILOR AT PINEWOOD ASAP
This Is Who I wasNorville Fingers was born and raised an only child in a small rural place called Gidgee, in Western Australia. His father was a shearer and drove from town to town for work, leaving Norville and his mother to run the farm they were living on.

Both Norv's parent's exercised benign neglect while he was growing up. Unintentional of course! But with so much to do, and so much work it was difficult to find the time to raise a son, he supposes. They were very young when he was born: Just kids themselves, really. Hippies. Though more into Black Sabbath and Led Zep.

The great thing about his mum and dad though was they let him do anything he wanted as a kid as long as he wasn’t misbehaving. He could eat and go to bed when he liked. He used to spend a lot of time drawing and reading. He also loved riding horses as well. Just enjoy the unrecorded tenderness of - "Oh, I'm just here, sitting on this horse, enjoying the morning." In his own world.

His mum was a very artistic woman. She loved collecting odd things; bits of small pipe, beads, shells, colored glass and bits of broken jewelry, then creating something totally new out of it - like windchimes or small ornaments. It was neat!
Probably how Norv grew an interest in making jewelry, like necklaces and bracelets.

At the age of seventeen he began training on-the-job to become a welder at a shipyard. But after only a year and a half , he started to become restless and set out to look for more work elsewhere. Since he'd trained as a welder it wasn't hard to find work. It was boring, the hours were long, and after working week on week off for another 8 months, he got pretty fed up with it - as would you! But it was alright, cause after a while he'd set himself up enough money to finally travel away from Down Under for a while.

Way before he started travelling, when Norv was around twelve, a backpacker from West Virginia came to Australia on a working visa and earned a job on his parents farm. They offered the man a room in their home and he stayed with them for a good five months before he had to move on again.

They kept in touch from time to time through different phone calls and letters. So when Norv spoke to him about traveling a little, but being unsure of where to go first, the guy suggested he go there! Find a job, know that he'd live close to someone he knew, if he needed him and just venture out a little.

Norv has always been completely driven by a constant need to explore the world and have fun in the process, it’s his obsession - to travel. So that's what he's done!

This Is Who I am At the moment life is pretty sweet. Norv just wants to get by and enjoy life. He's got a beautiful horse, great friends and he just wants to share some good memories and some wisdom with others.

You don't need drugs, alcohol, sex, smokes, self harm and attention to cheer you up. Think about walking the streets at night with your good buds, feeling the warm air and feeling alive! Think about what we have, and what others don't, what chances we get... and what others didn't.

OR you can randomly walk down the street with a monocle and top hat acting all high class. It's up to you!

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» This Heart It Beats;

I Lust WOMEN
I Love WHEN WOMEN PLAY WITH HIS HAIR - HE PUUUURRRS, SHY GIRLS ARE CUTE, SHORTER GIRLS ARE PREFFERABLE. TICLKING IS FUN TOO!
I Loathe WOMEN WHO ACT HAUGHTY AND THINK THEY FLOAT ABOVE EVERYONE ELSE.
Maybe I loved TWO PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS, BOTH LASTING OVER 7 MONTHS.
Maybe I Didnt N/A

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» This Is How We'll Dance;

I Bow Down DUDE
I Am Awesome "Pre'y name," Dale smiled, as he followed April's lead, hoisting himself up onto the bumper so that he could help unhook the bolt on his side of the float. He glanced down at his feet, shuffling them slightly from side to side for a moment to make sure his stacked boots had a firm hold, before he grasped the bolt in both hands and gave it a pull towards him. It barely budged, causing Dale's brow to furrow slightly. Another pull and it loosened somewhat, before he adjusted his possition and glanced towards the blonde April, who appeared to be struggling about as much as him.

The rail's bolt were tricky to unhook; sure it didn't help that Dale only had the upper body strength of a plastic bag, but as he gave one more twist, the bolt loosened, and he smiled victoriously, jumping backwards and stumbling slightly as he watched the rail begin to descend, in it's own good time, towards the ground. "Well," He heaved a sigh, grinning as he placed his hands on his slender hips. "That wasn' so hard."

Dale stood a little unsteadily as April ascended up the ramp, cooing softly as she ran her hand across the horse's flanks and dissapeared inside the float. Dale's stance often seemed unsteady; how could someone sin when they can’t even stand on their own two feet? He walked with a bounce, as a child would. He would greet everything as if it were the first time he had ever seen them; with awe and amazement that they actually exist.

Dale leaned in close, or at least as close as he dared to, to look into the float as April began to introduce them. Ollie. It was a cool name for a horse, Dale thought as his large powdery blue eyes sweeped over the horse's strong, muscular frame, and the soft golden-brown coat color. The horse in question was craning it's neck to the side, trying in vain to turn around, but was of course trapped in the tight stall. "A'right Ollie?" He smiled a little nurvously, being careful as he stood by the stall, to not get too close to the chestnut gelding's back hooves. If he had learnt anything living with his uncle, it was that no matter how tame a horse might be, if you walked behind the horse, there was always a chance that said horse might try and kick back at you.

Taking a look at the beautiful horse, Dale could not help but think of his own horse, Zappa, his 'Reborn Garnet'. She was a lovely mare; a young paint horse of about five years of age, so like young Ollie, she was really only a baby aswell. Her bodice was covered in white, sorrel, and grey color's. Dale's uncle had bought her for him, as a surprise. How the guy had pulled it off, Dale will probably never know, but he was glad that he had.

His thoughts, however, where broken as he heard the sharp noise of a lead rope being pulled taut, and Dale took a step closer, to take a closer look at what was happening, but as he did so, however, the horse reared, causing Dale to take a quick step back and scuttle towards April's side of the float. What was he being so nurvous about? He'd been around horse's plenty of times; granted they were mostly female horses, the male horse's just seemed to have sort of beef with him. Giselle's horse, Romeo had been a mighty pain that night they'd almost fallen asleep together in the stalls (it's not what you think!). The cheeky sod had been trying to bite at his hair and his clothes, snorting at him and you name it. Even when Giselle had finally closed his stall, the berk continued to try and nudge the door open before he finally settled down, in defeat.

As April led Ollie out of the float, Dale chose that moment to step forwards again, this time deciding to be the assertive one, and approach the gelding himself. Dale never had any problems approaching people. Regardless of how they looked at him, or treated him, Dale would talk to anyone. Good karma and all that, y'know? When you do good things, good thing's come back around to you. At least he thought so anyway. It was important to keep that chain flowing. 'If you bi'e me, I'll scream bloody murder' he thought to himself as he reached out to the gelding's long forehead, giving in a scratch. Heh, so even his thought patterns had a thingyney lilt. "So, where'd you guy's come in from?" His large eyes landed on April once more.

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Thanks Isa for helping =]