Post by Tobin and Deception on Feb 14, 2007 13:03:52 GMT -5
Photo of character:
Name:
Tobin Gregory Paramour.
Age:
Sixteen.
Height:
Five feet; nine inches.
Weight:
One hundred twenty-nine pounds; seven ounces.
Gender:
Male.
Orientation:
Bisexual. Openly bisexual.
Heritage:
Australian; American; Creek Indian.
(Ex) Family's Income:
High... not that he takes much pride in that.
Appearance:
If you want to label the boy, call him scene. He’s not emo, not personality-wise, and hates falling under the definition of that in peoples’ minds. Labels are his least favorite thing, especially when he’s the subject of one. Tobin is particularly frail and skinny, though his strength constantly outdoes his size. Weighing in at only 122 pounds and coming to a height of five feet, eight inches, when you even it all out you could call him tiny for his age of eighteen. He’s shorter than most of the people in his grade and his entire life he’s been picked on for being smaller than everyone else; however, being Tobes, he never seems to mind. Besides, why overreact over being called short when there are anorexic people and fat people being made fun of for the way they are, a way they can help? It seems as though Tobin has the more lengthy end of the stick in this department. Even if his body isn’t the lengthiest. However skinny, Tobin is not bony in the least. He has a little muscle, though not much, and since he’s outside often he has a slight tan. His face is defined, skin tightly covering bones that jut out sharply from his skull. He has a graceful, though sharp face, and deep blue eyes. His hair is randomly styled every day, obsidian locks usually hanging into his face. Tobes’ hair grows like a weed, and he constantly has it cut in random styles. His pouty lips are pierced to the right, and his left ear is gauged, the other possessing a simple pinhole in the earlobe. Tobin owns, to understate, a lot of clothes. Closets at both of his homes are filled to bursting point with shirts, jackets, and tanks. His drawers are equally packed with a wide variety of pants and shorts, though majoring in tight jeans. His shoes are variable; he owns a few pairs of flip-flops, different colors of Converse sneakers, Vans, Etnies, DC’s, anything he fancies when he’s got the cash. T-shirts usually bear some sort of humorous quote or a band logo, and sometimes he’ll simply wear a tank with a button-up shirt over. Label him emo for the fact most of his clothes are tight and he likes a lot of ‘emo’ bands - even though he hates it when people do. Tobin wears a lot of accessories: bracelets, gloves with the tops completely cut out, gloves without fingers, wristbands, metal cuffs, studs, a wide variety of earrings and lip-rings to wear, and arm-warmers. He owns at least fifteen belts. Eyeliner is a constant. Sometimes he’ll even wear a clip in his hair. It depends on his mood, actually.
Any piercings or tattoos?
The boy has few piercings, but when he was younger his mother let him get quite a few tattoos and one slightly suggestive piercing. His bottom lip is pierced on the right, his ear gauged and the other sporting a smaller piercing. If you were to lift his shirt and lower his pants a little, you’d see a tattoo of a cartoon-ish elephant he designed himself on his right hip, and on his lower back gothic script reading, ‘Die Romantic.’ On his left hip are three piercings in a row, usually barbells that sometimes show through a rip he puts in his pants. His right ankle sports a rainbow and a few unicorns dancing upon it… quite childish, yes, but, well… that’s Tobin for you.
History?:
Tobin was born into a happily married couple that went by the surname of Paramour - Edward - Ed, informally - and Candance. Well, Ed had anger issues, and terrible, horrid ones they were. He got to points where he was simply evil and scary, and constantly Candance was worried that he would eventually hurt her or the baby boy that was due by the end of the two years that followed their marriage. She did understand the male though, and he was a sweet, good-natured man when he could be. Small things set him off, however, and when his fuse was lit it was hard to put out. When Tobe was born, both parents looked at the child with the utmost admiration. A baby boy that resembled his obsidian-locked father and blue-eyed mother in almost every way possible, both parents were completely sure he would be a beautiful boy. As he grew older, their thoughts were confirmed. When Tobin was three, he had experienced a few times the wrath of his father’s anger and had chosen, wisely, to keep out of his way and try to keep him happy with his three-year-old charm. His sister was born in his fourth year of life, and she was equally as pretty, with her father’s hair and dark green eyes. The girl was named Haley, and Tobin was curious of this little bundle of crying and smelly diapers. He helped out in the process of taking care of her, somewhat, though often he became a nuisance. One day, when he was ten and his sister only six, his father blew up at his mother and nearly killed her. That was when he left, never to return until the day his wife fell sick a month later. He apologized, but Tobin was not stupid. He has hated his father ever since and is usually the center of his wrath. However, Tobin liked to be hurt by his father sometimes; it relieved his tension, the pain - and felt good. His mother eventually got a separation from the male, and a restraining order to boot, but he still got custody of the two children. Candance constantly bought alcohol and sleeping pills to relieve stress, which is where a lot of their money went. She was always mad at Tobin for something or another, whether it be doing nothing or not enough, or simply looking at her. Tobin’s father still hurt him; this was the point where things got bad and he started secluding and cutting himself, an act that gave him sexual pleasure he wanted. The boy rarely had sex before he left, because… well, he just didn’t want to. He cut, that was all he needed. He stole some of his mother’s alcohol - usually Jack Daniels - and drank constantly, too. Eventually, he just… left. His mom’s house. And just walked. He considered throwing himself over the bridges he passed, but a driven curiosity of where his feet carried him brought him here - and by far, he prefers it over home life any day.
Personality:
Tobin, if you ask anyone who knew him before his parents split, was always a happy, optimistic kid. However, soon that changed - if only slightly in public. Tobin can be cheerful when he likes to be, when he feels like it; in fact, he can be quite cheerful, with the expedient ability to make most people around him - tiresomely unable to make himself do the same - laugh until their sides hurt. He has a way of seeing and hearing things at a whole new level, an entirely different way than everyone else, that is either comical or depressing, depending on exactly what he’s looking at. This is probably the reason he paints and draws so well; his descriptions of beings and inanimate objects is solely depending on how he himself sees them. People he doesn’t like are going to end up looking abhorrently ugly in his portrayal of them, for he brings out their ugliest features and makes them even uglier. He tries to avoid conflict with people he doesn’t like, though it’s hard to do so sometimes. When someone bothers a person he loves, they’re usually going to face conflict from the smaller boy. At times, the teen is depressive and suicidal. Yes, he cuts himself when he can’t get any sort of pleasure, because pain makes him hot. He is a little insane; he’s somewhat paranoid. He’s not at all insecure however and he doesn’t care what people think. He tries to be optimistic when he can, but when he doesn’t feel like smiling you’re not going to make him do so. Tobin is constantly covering strong dejection with anger, usually sulking and yelling at people that bother him. He likes being cuddled, despite his poignant and erratically-tempered personality, and kisses on the cheek and lips are heaven for him. Affection is usually far away, however, as the way he dresses often gives off the impression he’s gay when he’s, in fact, bisexual.
Why did this person run away to Tilani City?:
He was sick of his family constantly putting him down; escape out of the house was his only option (in his insane opinion) other than suicide. In fact, he was considering plunging into the water off of an overpass when he was inexplicably drawn to this place.
Anything else I need to know?:
Type up an example post for me!:
(( It's as another character named Tobin on another site, so the personality doesn't particularly match up. However, this is the way I RP when I'm not trying hard. ^^ ))
Tobin was prone to doing things that embarrassed him in front of other people and left him with the childish sort of label. The park was a random place to be on the slightly dreary day, but he was babysitting for a lady that lived down the street from his dad instead of staying with his dad. He needed to buy some clothes, anyway. He’d seen this pair of pants in Hot Topic that he’d craved for weeks, and he hoped they still had them when he came back with more cash. He’d get ten bucks for this job, and he already had more than enough cash for the pants - altogether, he had 150 extra dollars, the rest being for food when his mother decided to be lazy and not cook for he and Haley - then he’d just take her out to eat somewhere.
Anyway, the two kids were Abby and Thomas, who were twins and both eight. They were playing together in a sandbox and Tobin was barely watching them. When they wanted attention they’d ask for -
Suddenly, there was a groping at the knee of his pants and his name, uttered softly by a child. He looked down, smiled a little and got to his knees in front of Abby.
“Piggyback ride.” she demanded, chubby cheeks moving with her pouty lips. He smiled and rolled his eyes, pretending to be annoyed, “Okay. Get on my back.” He leaned forward and when she leaned into him, he placed his hands underneath her chubby legs and got up, to her squeal of delight. He paraded around the sandbox, and Thomas watched quietly.
“Giddy up, horsie!” she dug her bare heels into his sides and he made a whinnying noise, tossing his hair a little and picking up his pace a little. He turned around to see a lonely looking Thomas, and ran over to him, bending over. “You two can ride double, I’m sure,” he told him, and soon there were arms around his neck and he was double-wielding the slightly chubby legs of the two children, one on the front and one on the back. Both were giggling and calling him horsie, telling him to giddy up. Which he did, unknowing of any pair of eyes on him.
Name:
Tobin Gregory Paramour.
Age:
Sixteen.
Height:
Five feet; nine inches.
Weight:
One hundred twenty-nine pounds; seven ounces.
Gender:
Male.
Orientation:
Bisexual. Openly bisexual.
Heritage:
Australian; American; Creek Indian.
(Ex) Family's Income:
High... not that he takes much pride in that.
Appearance:
If you want to label the boy, call him scene. He’s not emo, not personality-wise, and hates falling under the definition of that in peoples’ minds. Labels are his least favorite thing, especially when he’s the subject of one. Tobin is particularly frail and skinny, though his strength constantly outdoes his size. Weighing in at only 122 pounds and coming to a height of five feet, eight inches, when you even it all out you could call him tiny for his age of eighteen. He’s shorter than most of the people in his grade and his entire life he’s been picked on for being smaller than everyone else; however, being Tobes, he never seems to mind. Besides, why overreact over being called short when there are anorexic people and fat people being made fun of for the way they are, a way they can help? It seems as though Tobin has the more lengthy end of the stick in this department. Even if his body isn’t the lengthiest. However skinny, Tobin is not bony in the least. He has a little muscle, though not much, and since he’s outside often he has a slight tan. His face is defined, skin tightly covering bones that jut out sharply from his skull. He has a graceful, though sharp face, and deep blue eyes. His hair is randomly styled every day, obsidian locks usually hanging into his face. Tobes’ hair grows like a weed, and he constantly has it cut in random styles. His pouty lips are pierced to the right, and his left ear is gauged, the other possessing a simple pinhole in the earlobe. Tobin owns, to understate, a lot of clothes. Closets at both of his homes are filled to bursting point with shirts, jackets, and tanks. His drawers are equally packed with a wide variety of pants and shorts, though majoring in tight jeans. His shoes are variable; he owns a few pairs of flip-flops, different colors of Converse sneakers, Vans, Etnies, DC’s, anything he fancies when he’s got the cash. T-shirts usually bear some sort of humorous quote or a band logo, and sometimes he’ll simply wear a tank with a button-up shirt over. Label him emo for the fact most of his clothes are tight and he likes a lot of ‘emo’ bands - even though he hates it when people do. Tobin wears a lot of accessories: bracelets, gloves with the tops completely cut out, gloves without fingers, wristbands, metal cuffs, studs, a wide variety of earrings and lip-rings to wear, and arm-warmers. He owns at least fifteen belts. Eyeliner is a constant. Sometimes he’ll even wear a clip in his hair. It depends on his mood, actually.
Any piercings or tattoos?
The boy has few piercings, but when he was younger his mother let him get quite a few tattoos and one slightly suggestive piercing. His bottom lip is pierced on the right, his ear gauged and the other sporting a smaller piercing. If you were to lift his shirt and lower his pants a little, you’d see a tattoo of a cartoon-ish elephant he designed himself on his right hip, and on his lower back gothic script reading, ‘Die Romantic.’ On his left hip are three piercings in a row, usually barbells that sometimes show through a rip he puts in his pants. His right ankle sports a rainbow and a few unicorns dancing upon it… quite childish, yes, but, well… that’s Tobin for you.
History?:
Tobin was born into a happily married couple that went by the surname of Paramour - Edward - Ed, informally - and Candance. Well, Ed had anger issues, and terrible, horrid ones they were. He got to points where he was simply evil and scary, and constantly Candance was worried that he would eventually hurt her or the baby boy that was due by the end of the two years that followed their marriage. She did understand the male though, and he was a sweet, good-natured man when he could be. Small things set him off, however, and when his fuse was lit it was hard to put out. When Tobe was born, both parents looked at the child with the utmost admiration. A baby boy that resembled his obsidian-locked father and blue-eyed mother in almost every way possible, both parents were completely sure he would be a beautiful boy. As he grew older, their thoughts were confirmed. When Tobin was three, he had experienced a few times the wrath of his father’s anger and had chosen, wisely, to keep out of his way and try to keep him happy with his three-year-old charm. His sister was born in his fourth year of life, and she was equally as pretty, with her father’s hair and dark green eyes. The girl was named Haley, and Tobin was curious of this little bundle of crying and smelly diapers. He helped out in the process of taking care of her, somewhat, though often he became a nuisance. One day, when he was ten and his sister only six, his father blew up at his mother and nearly killed her. That was when he left, never to return until the day his wife fell sick a month later. He apologized, but Tobin was not stupid. He has hated his father ever since and is usually the center of his wrath. However, Tobin liked to be hurt by his father sometimes; it relieved his tension, the pain - and felt good. His mother eventually got a separation from the male, and a restraining order to boot, but he still got custody of the two children. Candance constantly bought alcohol and sleeping pills to relieve stress, which is where a lot of their money went. She was always mad at Tobin for something or another, whether it be doing nothing or not enough, or simply looking at her. Tobin’s father still hurt him; this was the point where things got bad and he started secluding and cutting himself, an act that gave him sexual pleasure he wanted. The boy rarely had sex before he left, because… well, he just didn’t want to. He cut, that was all he needed. He stole some of his mother’s alcohol - usually Jack Daniels - and drank constantly, too. Eventually, he just… left. His mom’s house. And just walked. He considered throwing himself over the bridges he passed, but a driven curiosity of where his feet carried him brought him here - and by far, he prefers it over home life any day.
Personality:
Tobin, if you ask anyone who knew him before his parents split, was always a happy, optimistic kid. However, soon that changed - if only slightly in public. Tobin can be cheerful when he likes to be, when he feels like it; in fact, he can be quite cheerful, with the expedient ability to make most people around him - tiresomely unable to make himself do the same - laugh until their sides hurt. He has a way of seeing and hearing things at a whole new level, an entirely different way than everyone else, that is either comical or depressing, depending on exactly what he’s looking at. This is probably the reason he paints and draws so well; his descriptions of beings and inanimate objects is solely depending on how he himself sees them. People he doesn’t like are going to end up looking abhorrently ugly in his portrayal of them, for he brings out their ugliest features and makes them even uglier. He tries to avoid conflict with people he doesn’t like, though it’s hard to do so sometimes. When someone bothers a person he loves, they’re usually going to face conflict from the smaller boy. At times, the teen is depressive and suicidal. Yes, he cuts himself when he can’t get any sort of pleasure, because pain makes him hot. He is a little insane; he’s somewhat paranoid. He’s not at all insecure however and he doesn’t care what people think. He tries to be optimistic when he can, but when he doesn’t feel like smiling you’re not going to make him do so. Tobin is constantly covering strong dejection with anger, usually sulking and yelling at people that bother him. He likes being cuddled, despite his poignant and erratically-tempered personality, and kisses on the cheek and lips are heaven for him. Affection is usually far away, however, as the way he dresses often gives off the impression he’s gay when he’s, in fact, bisexual.
Why did this person run away to Tilani City?:
He was sick of his family constantly putting him down; escape out of the house was his only option (in his insane opinion) other than suicide. In fact, he was considering plunging into the water off of an overpass when he was inexplicably drawn to this place.
Anything else I need to know?:
Type up an example post for me!:
(( It's as another character named Tobin on another site, so the personality doesn't particularly match up. However, this is the way I RP when I'm not trying hard. ^^ ))
Tobin was prone to doing things that embarrassed him in front of other people and left him with the childish sort of label. The park was a random place to be on the slightly dreary day, but he was babysitting for a lady that lived down the street from his dad instead of staying with his dad. He needed to buy some clothes, anyway. He’d seen this pair of pants in Hot Topic that he’d craved for weeks, and he hoped they still had them when he came back with more cash. He’d get ten bucks for this job, and he already had more than enough cash for the pants - altogether, he had 150 extra dollars, the rest being for food when his mother decided to be lazy and not cook for he and Haley - then he’d just take her out to eat somewhere.
Anyway, the two kids were Abby and Thomas, who were twins and both eight. They were playing together in a sandbox and Tobin was barely watching them. When they wanted attention they’d ask for -
Suddenly, there was a groping at the knee of his pants and his name, uttered softly by a child. He looked down, smiled a little and got to his knees in front of Abby.
“Piggyback ride.” she demanded, chubby cheeks moving with her pouty lips. He smiled and rolled his eyes, pretending to be annoyed, “Okay. Get on my back.” He leaned forward and when she leaned into him, he placed his hands underneath her chubby legs and got up, to her squeal of delight. He paraded around the sandbox, and Thomas watched quietly.
“Giddy up, horsie!” she dug her bare heels into his sides and he made a whinnying noise, tossing his hair a little and picking up his pace a little. He turned around to see a lonely looking Thomas, and ran over to him, bending over. “You two can ride double, I’m sure,” he told him, and soon there were arms around his neck and he was double-wielding the slightly chubby legs of the two children, one on the front and one on the back. Both were giggling and calling him horsie, telling him to giddy up. Which he did, unknowing of any pair of eyes on him.
