Post by tobias avedis baker on Jun 19, 2012 18:20:25 GMT -5
INTRODUCING!
TOBIASAVEDISBAKER
TOBIASAVEDISBAKER
[/color][/size]NIGHTMARE
now your nightmare comes to life
NAME: tobias avedis baker.
AGE: about 21
BIRTHDAY: December 12th
GENDER: male
SPECIES: angel-shifter hybrid
ORIENTATION: pansexual
OCCUPATION: unknownDRAGGED YA DOWN BELOW
down to the devil's show[/center]
HEIGHT: 5' 11"
WEIGHT: about 120 pounds
BUILD: very slender and skinny, but muscular
HAIR: dark brown
EYES: hazel
INK AND PIERCINGS: none
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: his wings, scars all across his torso
PLAY-BY: mikey way
TO BE HIS GUEST FOREVER
[/color][/size]peace of mind is less than never![/right]
FEARS: losing his wings, getting captured, getting interrogated, fire, his daughter getting taken away
LIKES: flying, twizzlers, hawks, animals, heaven, drawing, being alone, doing his job right, being with his family
DISLIKES: noise, having to walk, demons, being in crowds, losing who he's supposed to be following
STRENGTHS: blending into the background, sign language, heals very quickly
WEAKNESSES: not as strong as other angels, paranoid of fire, horrible immune system
DEEPEST SECRET: he wants to find
PERSONALITY: Toby is, at first glance, not really much to see. Slender and quiet, fading into the background almost effortlessly with his silence. However, he's much more intelligent than many people give him credit for, and cunning as well. He takes his job very seriously, and if he were to be captured, he would die before letting any information out. Of course, this is easy for him - because he is mute, he relies on sign language to get his thoughts across.
HATE TO TWIST YOUR MIND
[/color][/size]but god ain't on your side[/left]
MOTHER: Carina - shifter - deceased
FATHER: Angelus - angel - alive
SIBLINGS: a few unknown siblings
CHILDREN: Sarah Grace Valentine, Nicole and Maria Valentine (twins)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Koltin Valentine
HISTORY: Fire. That's his first memory of the world, feeling like he was on fire and burning to death. It wasn't far from the truth - he was severely burned from an attack on his family. He awoke a few days later to find his mother dead and his siblings either dead, escaped, or captured. He remembers almost nothing about life before this point - only a few shadowy figures he thinks are his siblings, and a few flashes of his mother. He was ten years old. A friend of the family found him there and rescued him before the demons came back. She was the one who taught him everything he'd forgotten. However, his vocal chords were severely damaged by the smoke and he cannot speak, so he uses sign language. About a year ago, he met Koltin Valentine and quickly fell in love, and they now have a daughter named Sarah Grace Valentine.
AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE SEVERED
[/color][/size]burn the world, your last endeavor![/center]
Hello. My name is bruiser and I've been roleplaying for 3-4 years out of the 16 years I've been living. I found this site by helping make it and I'm glad to be here. I play none as well! By the way, I read the rules. password removed by admin
RP SAMPLE!
He had no idea what he was doing there. Well...he was there because it was Mardis Gras, and Derek and Grayson had nearly dragged him out of his house with them, and now they were there in the middle of a giant party in the streets. Derek had shoved a glass of some clear liquid in his hands and told him it was water (it definitely wasn't water, it tasted funny and burned when he swallowed) and because he trusted them he didn't question what was in the cup. By the time he drank half of it, he didn't quite care anymore about what it was, because...there were better things to do than worry over the drink he was sipping. Like watching all the colorful people walking by with wide eyes, swaying closer to Grayson whenever someone came too close because he was pretty sure no one even noticed him in his dark clothes and they might run him over. Which he was happy about, well the not noticing part, because he would have felt stupid if people noticed how darkly he was dressed in contrast to everyone else. Then again, he really just didn't like being in general...maybe that was why some people likened him to a mouse?
”Remember the game plan boys…” He blinked, his attention slowly turning towards the older boy, watching the finger that waved between Grayson and Derek with a dull sort of curiosity. How come it seemed to be moving so oddly? ”…get drunk…well we two I mean...” "Right, you and me. Mikey over there, well…not so much.” Yes, because if he came home drunk his mom would freak and he'd be six feet underground by morning. He'd be resting in pieces too, because she'd use him as the dogs training toy, and that was something he'd rather avoid. ”…and get Brassini a girl for the night.” He squeaked and blushed in surprise, flailing a little bit as he turned to look at Derek. Do what now? He blinked, glancing at Grayson with a befuddled expression, not entirely sure what was going on, flailing as he caught a glimpse of a shirtless female behind his friend and quickly lowering his eyes because ack, that lady was like forty-something, what the heck was she thinking?
Actually...he kind of didn't get the whole 'boobs for beads' thing, didn't it just make woman look like harlots and girls look like tramps? Why would they want to basically flash someone for cheap plastic beads? Did they just want the attention, or was it something else? He didn't know, and he was distracted by Derek's chuckle before words fell out of the older boys mouth. ”Marx you think Brassini is enjoying his water?” "Er...I don't think it's water..." He mumbled slightly, unconsciously shuffling closer to Grayson as the other boy spoke. ”I bet it’s the best water he’s ever had.” He blinked, his head tilting to the side a little...it wasn't actually water, was it? It was pretty good thoughh, although it made him feel kinda weird. ”How is it Mikey? Going down nice and smooth is it?” He smiled back when he saw the small smile on his friends face, still edging closer because he felt safer around Grayson...which made no sense, but whatever.
”To…Mikey. May he get laid tonight.” He blushed, flailing slightly as he was nearly bumped into, the person bumping into his friend instead, amber liquid spilling out over his friends hand. He squeaked as he was tugged closer to Derek suddenly, his hazel eyes wide as he tipped his head back to look at the taller senior. ”And we have ourselves a winner. Little Mouse.” He followed the movement of the seniors hand with his eyes, eying to blond girl he was pointing to warily. She was pretty, he guessed, and looked just as overwhelmed as he was, but...seriously, guys? They meant it? ”Don’t bitch out now go ask her to dance or something.” He stumbled forward as he was pushed, nearly falling flat on his face and dropping his nearly empty glass to the ground. "...do I have to?" He whined slightly, staring at the crowd between him and her fearfully before he sighed, knowing he'd get tortured about it if he didn't go ask her, but he really didn't want to. Not that she wasn't pretty or anything - she was, hadn't he thought that already? - but, well...she wasn't his type. If he even had a type. And now he was completely confusing himself.
He shrugged, shaking the thoughts away before carefully stumbling forward, trying to make himself as small as he could and not fall into anybody. Somehow he managed to make it through the crowd with only a few shoves and pushes, once nearly tripping over his own feet again (where had all his coordination gone? He couldn't walk straight if he tried,) but catching himself on someone who'd had the decency not to try and knock him out. He smiled politely as he stood in front of the girl, trying to hide how awkward he felt and how much he'd rather be hiding behind his friends, and most likely failing miserably. "Uhm, h-hi..." He greeted, his voice only just loud enough to hear over the sounds of the party around him. "I'm Mikey, um" He ducked his head a little shyly, scuffling at the ground with one foot and not noticing how his words seemed a little slurred, ducking a nervous glance over at the two seniors. "Would...would you like to dance, or something?" And yeah, that sucked, and she probably thought he was the biggest idiot in the world as his cheeks blushed bright red and he glanced down more, not wanting to see her face.
THIS TEMPLATE WAS CREATED BY SIN OF ESCAPE THIS AFTERLIFE. STEAL THIS AND SHE'LL SEND HER KILLER HAMSTERS OF DOOM AFTER YOU AND HAVE THEM CHEW YOUR EYES OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS. LYRICS BELONG TO NIGHTMARE BY AVENGED SEVENFOLD.
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