Post by Cable Resonance on Feb 14, 2007 13:57:57 GMT -5
Name: Cable Alaric Resonance.
Age: Sixteen.
Height: Um... 5'6".
Weight: 111 lbs.
Gender: Male.
Orientation: Straight.
Heritage: Um... Cable's ancestors were English, Polish, and Italian.
Family's Income: Middle class.
Appearance: See the image at the top? That's him. Looks like your typical emo guy, doesn't he?
Any piercings or tattoos? Lip pierced once. Probably the most physically painful thing he's ever done.
History: Cable's family was average, except for one thing. The parents drank, a lot. It wasn't abuse that got to the children, though, it was how often they were shipped off to aunts and uncles and grandparents because their parents were in therapy or whatever. Cable never really stood out, but when he was thirteen, he was with a group of friends at a bridge not too far from his house. One of his friends brought their friend, who was very annoying. The not-so-friend was bad-mouthing Cable's family, so he got mad. He didn't mean to, but he somehow pushed the guy off the bridge, where he drowned. Cable ran away from home, taking only his prized possessions.
Personality: Cable never talks. He's too afraid that he'll admit that he killed somebody, and then get arrested. He knows he distressed his family by running, but he thinks that it'll be even worse if he's turned in. He always walks around with a couple of small notebooks and some pens, so he can write down what he wants to let people know. After he ran, he decided that in order to keep from starving, he'd play an instrument. Back home, he learned violin, and was bought one for his tenth birthday. He brought it with him, and has enough skill to get some money, though not enough to help him very much. He was nearly discovered in the last town he was in, and is hoping nobody here finds out about his past.
Why did this person run away to Tilani City? He's still running from his crime.
Anything else I need to know: Hmm... not really.
Type up an example post for me: "You're that music kid, aren't you?"
"What are you gonna do about it?"
"Pft, your family's so effed up they can't even teach their kids some manners!"
"I don't need to show you any respect!"
"Oh yeah? My dad could get your dad fired in a heartbeat."
"Just because they work at the same company doesn't mean he has that power!"
"How much you wanna bet, kid? And what about your mom? She probably sleeps with other guys."
"SHUT UP!"
The crowd gathered on the bridge - about seven people, ages ranging from eleven to sixteen - was turned to face the pair at the side. A boy, thirteen, was glaring, and his fists were curled. The other boy, fifteen, was laughing, and mocking the younger one all the more. Cable couldn't take it, he swung a fist at the older one, and within seconds, a fight was out.
The pair swung blows at each other, Cable more agile than the older, taller boy. It seemed as if the older one would win, however, but then another boy stepped in, trying to stop them. "Cable, quit it!" the newcomer shouted, stepping in between the pair. But it was too late for Cable to stop his punch, and the friend fell backwards onto the fifteen year old.
A nearby light sputtered back to life, and all of the people on the bridge rushed over to the rail, peering over the edge. The older boy had been pushed over it, and his limp form had hit the bridge twice before falling into the water. Stunned, all of them stood there for a good five minutes, before turning towards Cable. The thirteen year old, just as amazed, realized what had happened, and turned quickly. He ran as fast as he could, tears streaming down his face. He had to get away.
