Post by MING HUA TSE on Apr 6, 2013 11:49:21 GMT -5
* ming h. tse ,
* 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 ming hua tse
NICKNAMES n/a
DATE OF BIRTH march 18th
AGE sixteen
GRADE/YEAR eleventh grade
ELEMENT thunder
SEXUALITY pansexual
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 yu ha min
EYE COLOUR honey brown
HAIR COLOUR dark brown
HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5’7/122 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES The only real features Ming has is his body type. He’s very thin and very girly, often people mistaking him for a girl based on that fact.
CLOTHING STYLE Comfy and casual. Ming will wear skinny jeans and sweaters and t-shirts to his heart’s content. He doesn’t normally go with what’s in season, but he’ll go with whatever catches his eye. If he does want to dress up, he’ll wear all black and spikes with pops of color, but for the most part it’s whatever is the most relaxing thing he can find.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- flickers of kindness - (he can be kind to others who are in true need of a little kindness, it’s not impossible to show)
- mask of humor – (jokes are fun, they can turn a boring situation into a more natural atmosphere)
- strength of mind – (he’s mentally strong and able to put up a wall to those who are just asses for no reason, he stops caring and just shrugs them off)
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- irritable soul – (he gets annoyed but it’s hard to get him full out mad)
- blunt as stone – (he tries to hold himself back but he can make people cry with his harsh words. He believes in letting others know of reality, even if it hurts)
- stubborn mule – (he hates taking no for an answer and will fight around it was much as he can, no means yes)
LIKES
- books
- video games
- coffee
- spicy food
- drawing
DISLIKES
- whiners
- most sweets
- clichés/stereotypes
- early mornings
- people who take anything for granted
STRENGTHS
- intelligence - (has a rather high IQ)
- fast learner - (see it once and he knows what to do)
- creative - (able to see anything and put it to paper)
WEAKNESSES
- antisocial – (not much of a people person, which makes him lack true friends)
- non-trusting – (takes him a long time for him to actually trust someone enough)
- wits – (his witty behavior can often get him into trouble with others)
FEARS
- his father in general
- anyone leaving him behind
- to end up disappointing his mother
BEST MEMORY
The best memory Ming ever had was when he was a child and his mother took him to a festival where they lit paper lanterns and let them off down the river. It wasn’t the lanterns that made him happy, but rather his mother’s smiling face.
WORST MEMORY
The worst memory for Ming was when he found out his mother had passed away of cancer. Everything had been fine until he was ripped out of the room, kicking and screaming to see his mother, but was denied.
LONG-TERM GOAL
To make sure he does something his mother would be proud of. No matter what it is, if he knows she would have been smiling in the end he would do it.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER Zhenji Tse (38), Deceased
FATHER Alexander Chevalier (42), CEO of a French pharmaceutical corporation
SIBLINGS None
OTHER None
HISTORY
Ming was born in Paris France, on March 18th in 1997. His mother was a Chinese woman named Zhenji, and his father a French man named Alexander. Although it’s traditional for most babies or children for that matter to take their father’s last name, Ming did not. Ming’s birth was an accident and his father didn’t want anyone to know this child was related to him seeing how Alexander was already married at the time. Never the less, the man made sure the baby and his mother would live a comfortable life, never having to worry about bills and never having to ask him for money. Whatever they wanted he would give.
Even though he was born in France, he didn’t stay there long. His mother moved him to Hong Kong so he could be raised with her family. The only thing the boy got from his lovely father was a check every month so he could be clothed and given the best. His mother didn’t lie to him about who his father was and why he was never around. Later in life Ming had respected the fact she was so honest, lying to a child in his book warped their minds. He was able to accept the reality, but it didn’t make him like his father anymore.
Throughout the boy’s life he was given everything his little heart desired. He got the best education and had the best clothes, all in thanks to that little check his father gave him. In Hong Kong he and his mother were so happy, however at the age of 10 his mother became very ill and his father forced them to move back to France so he could watch her and take care of her. Ming’s idea of taking care of someone even at such a young age was watching them and taking them to the doctors and so on. His father’s idea? Make his mother work as a servant in his giant mansion while he kept a watchful eye on her.
During the time at his father's while his mother was sick, Ming discovered his elemental power by mistake one day. Frightened he ran to his father to tell him what happened and the Frenchmen didn't seem as surprised as the boy. He explained what what coursing through his blood. Not only that, but the Frenchmen told the boy of the very same Academy he went to as a child to grow his talents. Ming wasn't sure he believed his father until he watched his father use his own Thunder element, at first it was hard for Ming to understand, but soon he got over it and agreed he would go to the Academy his father went to as a boy.
Unfortunately, due to what Ming believed was neglect on his father's part his mother passed. She only lived 4 more years after that and ended up passing away right because Ming was sent off to a new school in Canada. The closest person he had ever had died and what did his father do? Send him away so he wouldn’t become a problem. A posh and rich life style meant nothing to him now that his mother was gone. His mother’s death caused the boy to close up from the world and become bitter and cold. At school he didn’t really speak to anyone, he didn’t have the urge to interact with the outside world really so he kept himself in the deepest part of his mind, and to him he is now truly alone.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME max!
YOUR AGE pffft I’m 20
RP EXPERIENCE uhhh like 3 years?
HOW'D YOU FIND US? stalking caution
SECRET WORD Correct.
RP SAMPLE
It was the last straw. He was finally given more freedoms as the days went on but one thing he wasn’t allowed to do was leave his room. Even being moved from a quarantine room, to one a little less sanitary (although hospitals were very sanitary all together) Clan felt he was ready to at least take a walk somewhere. His doctor said that it might be dangerous for him to walk alone around the hospital. Calan could only laugh and questioned if the old woman in the wheel chair beside him would knife him. He found it funny, but his doctor didn’t. Old people needed to grow some humor. For the old woman who was staying in the room beside him, he’d actually befriend such a kind woman. When he had no one around, he’d go over and sit with her, talking about her life and his own. It was comforting.
Her family was too busy to come and see her as often as she would have liked. Calan honestly felt bad for her, here he was bitching all the time but not getting to do what he wanted, and this woman didn’t even have anyone to talk to. He was stuck in the hospital for another two weeks at least, and he made a silent vow to talk to her every single day. He did so for the first few days before his little rebellion and he ended up making something for Shay. The old woman taught him how to knit, really at first Calan thought it was boring but it was a fun thing to put your mind too. At least he could say he learned to knit while keeping company to an elderly woman. Although it was getting warmer outside, the white scarf he made the male was going to be a current gift. Calan didn’t want to wait and no one was going to tell him he couldn’t walk all the way to see the male. Fuck that.
When his doctor was making rounds, the boy left a little note on his door and smirked, grabbing his IV pole he said goodbye to the elderly woman who wished him good luck and told him she’d cover for him. He thought that was awesome, at any age the idea of rebelling was still fresh in everyone’s mind. He tugged his black sweat pants up that matched his light grey hoodie and began to walk down the hall. Searching for his loves office. He’d snuck into that office many times, but this time he couldn’t exactly crawl on his hands and knees like he was so use to doing. No instead he would just well walk in! Seemed logically right? Seemed like something that was possible! Calan groaned softly as he opened the door and made his way inside. Thankfully for the boy, no one was around, so he quickly ran inside the office and shut the door.
His office was a bit messy, but Calan couldn’t find any blame to place on the male. He was busy and it wasn’t like it was a total pigsty. Here and there were unimportant things the boy put away, falling into that wife mode he missed so much. Sometimes he wished Shay understood he didn’t do these things because he felt like it was his job, but he did so because he wanted too. Taking care of someone meant a lot to the boy. All his life Calan was catered too, he knew what it was like to get that attention and that love and to him, Shay was just the person who deserved such attention. The boy sat down in his chair and spun around a little bit, waiting in silence for the male to return.
”Calan…” The boy spun around and grinned from ear to ear upon hearing his name, the grin slowly turned into a smirk at the male’s next string of words. “I’m rebelling against the man. And I have a gift for you.” He murmured and stood up slowly, waddling over to the doctor. Slowly he slipped the white scarf around his neck and beamed. “Getting warmer, I know! But Kat, the old woman beside me, she taught me how to knit. I’ve been spending time with her. She’s fun.” Slowly on his toes, the boy moved to kiss the doctor happily on the mouth. He didn’t seem to mad, which was good! Hopefully he wouldn’t order him to go back to his room. However, knowing Shay the doctor in him might over take the lover. Perhaps more kisses would make the older male forget he was supposed to be in bed? Sounded like a good idea. Calan grinned and began to attack the doctor with kisses.
