Post by loki on Jan 8, 2009 8:27:46 GMT
[/b]Name: Thomas Johnson
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Neutral
Orientation: Straight
Occupation: unemployed
Personality:Thomas typically tries to keep to himself though
somewhat outgoing once he becomes social. He doesn't like to
sugar coat things as he speaks and is rarely 'politically correct'
when the situation at hand calls for it. This keeps him in a steady
flow of trouble as well as keeps him single. Despite this he remains
unchanged.
Thomas rarely seems to care about anything, whether it be people,
situations or his own well being. This led to not caring to think
through his words before they come out and not being willing to do
anything about the fact that he often says things that shouldn't be
said. It also led to a habit of doing irrational things that anyone in
their right mind would never try, living on impulse more than
anything else.
Appearance:above
History: Thomas spent the first five years of his life living with
both parents in Miami, FL. After his mother's death however, his
father became more focused on his work and sent Thomas off to
boarding schools. During this time he moved to Europe and
advanced his engineering career, making parts for high-grade cars
as well as other modes of transportation. Doing this he managed
to acquire a small fortune in a minute amount of time. By the time
Thomas had gone through school, jumping to nearly every boarding
school there was due to expulsions, he had accumulated enough
money for both of them to live easy. This led Thomas to college for
an engineering degree of his own.
Despite that Thomas was not the brightest student off record he
was an excellent student all through school. His only issue was his
discipline, a complete lack of respect for authority. After spending
his Jr. year in boot camp and military school, he at least learned
how to fake the respect, earning his way back to his old boarding
school, where he stayed until graduation. His grades continued as
he entered college as well as his usual antics. Now he keeps them
out of the school and instead focuses on the surrounding areas.
RP Sample: ((Just cut and paste it but oh well. I'm tired and I'm going to bed after this))
bic:
Red eyes stared at the sky that floated above the sea of green. These eyes lay veiled behind a white-framed pair of sunglasses, though since people started wearing red contacts they hadn’t become as necessary. The still frame of a 5”9 male lay in the shadow cast from the forest above him. Deathly still, pale, and breathless: to most he would appear dead, though that wouldn’t be too far from the truth either.
This image was broke as he gracefully rose off his back and to his feet. He took a moment to brush off the black jeans he wore and smiled, having found his next meal. He took the glasses off and put them in the pocket of his white hoodie, quickly zipping it up over the white Adidas shirt he wore underneath it.
The silhouette tore silently through the forest, tracking the unlucky hiker who’s sent had crossed the hunter. A smile crossed the hunter’s face again as his target came within his sight and, almost simultaneously, his grasp. The hiker was dead instantly as the hunter broke his neck before clamping down on it for the meal.
A minute had passed before the body was discarded, quickly piled with dry wood to be disposed of. A lighter emerged from the hunter’s hand and quickly sparked to start the contained fire. The red eyes melted with the orange fire as the hunter stared into the blaze, waiting for his victim’s body to be charred enough that he could leave the scene.
He sat beside the fire and checked over his clothes, noticing that he was mostly clean minus a minute amount of blood on his shoes. He took off the black adidas sambas and cleaned the blood off thoroughly; using a black bandanna he kept for these sorts of occasions, until not even the scent was left on them.
A cold hand ran through his long black and white hair before he stood and began to put out the fire, not wishing to destroy his hunting grounds. Smoke poured from what little was left of the victim’s body and the hunter felt a slight bit of sorrow for his previous meal. After burying the fire under a mound of dirt he walked away from the scene, a new fire burning in his throat as he did.
The beach was wonderful tonight, peaceful. The crowd had diminished with the night leaving nothing but sand, trees, and water to be seen for what seemed like an eternal stretch. A nearby log became a bench as Loki took his seat upon it, closing his eyes as he listened to the rhythmic drone of the waves against the sand.
