Post by xenokofhang on Feb 24, 2013 23:47:20 GMT -5
* tiberius e. wolfe ,
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME Tiberius Edward Wolfe
NICKNAMES Wolfe
DATE OF BIRTH April, 11
AGE Fourteen
GRADE/YEAR Ninth
ELEMENT Thunder
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
MARITAL STATUS Single
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM Josh Hutcherson
EYE COLOUR Hazel
HAIR COLOUR Dark Brown
HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'6", 105Lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES A scar that covers the entirety of his left shoulder.
CLOTHING STYLE Jeans and a T-shirt, sneakers, and a worn out brown jacket with a blue polyester inner lining.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- Determined When a goal is set, there will be little to deter him from achieving what he has set out to do. Through hell and high water, he does what he says he'll do, sometimes regardless of consequences.
- Strong Willed Years of being an orphan in foster care have left him with a strong will to live and press on. To live, you must adapt and have a will of iron. This world will not rest easy simply because you are not prepared for it, so steel yourself.
- Hard Worker Life was never meant to give you handouts. He works hard to build something from the nothing he was given at birth but his name and his spirit. He fights to the last and puts his all in everything he does.
- Resourceful Sometimes strength just isn't enough and you need to put some ingenuity into the mix. He can be resourceful when he needs to be and use the tools at his disposal in sometimes very out of the box ways.
- Clever A way with words or a way with ideas, throughout his life he has needed to sharpen both his tongue and his mind. While not truly gifted in academics, he has more street smarts to make up for it and a wit and tongue just as sharp.
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- Stubborn Sometimes, he just does not know when to quit. He often gets in over his head when a situation turns against him, but he will rarely willingly back down from trouble and that's gone against him more than a few times.
- Holds a Grudge Never forgive and never forget, never relive and never regret. He is not one to easily forget wrong doings against him and often holds a grudge in some form or another. Whether it be a petty rivalry or an all out hatred, he will nearly always hold grudges.
- Not Academically Gifted Tiberius never really got too into academics. Bouncing between schools as he moved from foster homes made it hard to keep up. He enjoys math, science, and literature, but is only average or slightly above average in those subjects.
LIKES
- Most foods (especially cooked meats)
- Storms
- Music
- Playing guitar
- Reading
- Action-thriller and Sci-fi movies
- Popcorn
DISLIKES
- Cherry or grape flavored medicine
- Opera Music
- Romantic Movies
- Mustard
- Grape Soda
- Sugary foods
- Fish
STRENGTHS
- Highly agile and light on his feet
- Fast runner
- Math
- Science
- Literature
WEAKNESSES
- Has very little real social skill
- Subject of History
- Has no art skill
- Distrustful of others and their motives
- Easily becomes jealous of what others have
- Tends to horde items like food and clothing
- Gets defensive easily
- Fragile sense of self worth
FEARS
- Dying alone
- Starving to Death
- Being used
- Being truly worthless and useless
- Having nothing
BEST MEMORY
Tiberius went to a Salvation Army store to buy a few things on an errand with his foster parent at the time, Cecile. While there, he found a coat that he was drawn to. It was a bit big, but he really liked how warm and comfortable it was. Though the house was going through a tough time, money was tight and they could not afford to buy it. One of the workers there, a kindly old man, saw how much Tiberius wanted that coat and offered to buy it for him. Tiberius never cried for joy until that day and still has the coat to this day and keeps it in good condition. It is his most prized possession.
WORST MEMORY
It was a bitter cold winter night, just before Christmas. Tiberius was twelve years old. Some hooligans thought it would be funny to start a large fire in the alleyway nearby and the fire quickly spread to the foster home he was staying in. That night, Tiberius watched the only semblance he had of a home,a place he had lived for three years, burn to ground along with the one foster parent who seemed to have really cared about him and many of the other foster children who could not get out before the building collapsed.
LONG-TERM GOAL To become something more than just a worthless orphan. To have a home and, maybe, start a family when he's older.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER Rebecca F. Wolfe (35), Exotic Dancer
FATHER Jason D. Wolfe (38), Unemployed/Currently in Jail.
SIBLINGS N/A
OTHER Cecile A. Miriam, Foster Parent-Dead
HISTORY Tiberius was given up at birth and placed in foster homes throughout his life, bouncing from city to city in the United States of America all across the country. He was never the only foster child around and did not get along very easily with most other foster children he met. He often got into fights with them over small things like toys and other small possessions.
Being an orphan, Tiberius was very withdrawn and solitary compared to most other kids. His academics remained barely average throughout the entirety of his career as a student. He never really obtained much self-worth and tended to seclude himself from others. Often he was victim to bullying by other students for being an orphan at every school he attended, and so he was normally in trouble from getting in fights.
When he was twelve, tragedy once again befell Tiberius. On a cold night before Christmas, the foster home he had lived in for three years burned to the ground, killing Cecile and other children who could not get out in time before the building collapsed. Cecile had been a pillar in the raging waters for Tiberius, a shelter from all storms, and now she was gone.
Tiberius was placed into yet another foster home in Boston, Massaschusetts. Often he would walk the streets and alleyways, looking for something to pawn off for cash in the dumpsters. Among the garbage he found an old guitar, a bit beat up but still in workable shape. After fixing it up and cleaning it, it became a respectable instrument once again.
Tiberius kept that old guitar and taught himself how to play it. Music had always been something he loved and he had always wanted to learn how to play. The guitar and his coat were the two things Tiberius never left behind. They were the two things he cherished the most. After turning thirteen, the home he was living in had many electrical problems, too many even with a house as old as it was, but they never seemed to be able to find the problem. As time went by, however, Tiberius began to realize it was him.
Tiberius knew something was wrong with him. Occasionally he would touch something electronic and the whole device would short circuit. Once he even accidentally shorted out half of the computers in the computer lab at one of his schools. Sometimes, when he got really upset, lights would flicker around him too, sometimes even the bulbs would pop.
Even the other kids thought Tiberius was strange. Even more so was how electronics always seemed to go haywire when he was around. Rumors would fly around about how Tiberius would tamper with the wires, and a few times the school and even the police investigated it, but never found any evidence showing that any of it had ties to him.
On his fourteenth birthday, Tiberius was called to the door by his foster father. When he came to the door, he was greeted by a man he had never seen before, offering him a place at an Academy in Canada. He had never heard of this place before, but his foster parents were very encouraging about him going, telling him it was a great opportunity that he should not pass up. In the end, Tiberius agreed to go and packed up his things, going with this man to the Academy.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME Kevin
YOUR AGE Twenty Two
RP EXPERIENCE Twelve Years (both table top and text based)
HOW'D YOU FIND US? Caleb Cross's player referred me to the site.
SECRET WORD Correct
RP SAMPLETiberius sat alone in his room. The clouds outside darkening, a sign of the coming rain. He would let out a soft sigh, "Another rainy day..." He would smile. "I wonder if it'll be a beautiful storm." He looks up towards the sky with that little smile across his lips, holding close the beat up old guitar he had found in a dumpster. He would strum the old strings of that guitar and lean against the head of his bed as he gazed out his window. "Haven't had one in a long time." He continues to play his guitar, playing a mellow little tune as the rain began to tap against the window.
The roar of thunder booms loudly, causing the house to shake a little. The cries of one of the smaller foster children, a young four year old named Tabitha, could be heard from down the hall. Tiberius would chuckle a little. "That was a good one." A minute or two later, a crack of light appeared outside, that electrical magic that Tiberius loved, lit the sky up bright as the sun itself, followed by another thunderous roar. He would sit there on his bed, plucking those strings, staring out into the storm outside. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he always felt happy during storms, like nothing could drag him down.
