Post by RAWLZ on Jan 24, 2011 0:23:16 GMT -5
tiger joseph giles
"My heart would overrule my mind and I'm not strong enough to stay away. There's nothing I can do, my heart is chained to you."
NICKNAME(s) none
AGE twenty-three
GENDER male
SEXUALITY bi-sexual
GROUP human
MAJOR ignore
OCCUPATION ignore
STATUS single
ELEMENT water
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PLAY BY Nicholas Hoult
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DISLIKES rash people, charity, being told he is wrong, slowness, yelling, summer, boring things
STRENGTHS quick learner and very courageous
WEAKNESSES quick temper and secretful
OVERALL Tiger doesn't usually think about something for five seconds and then run with it. He likes to test it, touch it, even taste it if he can before he can ever make himself do it. He likes being careful and is usually wary of most before he can completely warm up to it, people included. When it comes to woman and men, as he prefers his relationships to be mature, he hasn't ever had one work before the chaos and absolutely none since then. He's very eager to learn and considers his young age to be something of a trophy since he has a great amount of time to cram his brain with everything possible.
His temper is what usually gets him in trouble from time to time. Arguments and yelling is what he generally tries to avoid but he'll bring the house down if he does raise his voice. Anything hot, even food sometimes, he can't stand. Since he's so pale he burns easily and it makes him detest sunlight and the summer. He enjoys being challenged and will strive to correct any mistakes even though he doesn't like being mocked.
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MOTHER Sabra Giles, 49, stay-at-home mother
SIBLING(S) Aislinn Giles, 15, no occupation (deceased)
OTHER none
HISTORY The oldest of two siblings and hard working parents, Tiger was never bored in his younger years. Whether it was helping his father in the carpentry shop that poured money into the household or helping his mother with the house, and later on his sister, he always found something to do. While he was young he tried to stay in school most of the time just because he was yearning for knowledge so that he could go abroad and study the different wildlife species, more specifically the dragons. His father wanted him to stay in the city and continue to run the carpentry business when he retired but Tiger was rebellious and eager to start his adventures.
His life was mostly uninteresting until the war between everyone began. His father wanted him to fight back but instead he found the opportunity to run away and hid himself in a cave on the coast. After the worst was over he exposed himself but never let what remained of his father to see him ever again. He didn't know that his mother and sister had been killed but he likes to think he could find them again one day. Now he's wandering along the coastal towns doing the more dangerous jobs and has high goals for his new chapter in life.
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NAME/ALIAS rawlzie
EXPERIENCE five years
OTHER CHARACTER(S) none other
HOW YOU FOUND US GEM<3
ROLEPLAYING EXAMPLE FROM YOU
Life was definately a pain in the ass sometimes. Left leg pained her every time she took a step but she wouldn't show any weakness. Not right now anyway. Face was drawn and tired, her hair the only pretty thing around her face at the moment. A soft sigh drifted from her pale pink lips like the tiny snowflakes that were drifting down from the gunmetal colored sky. Boots crunched loudly and left an easily followed trail. It was almost as easy as the thoughts that felt like the were just falling out of her skull. Shaking her head slowly, she stumbled to a stop. The pain practically had its own heartbeat now and it pretty much made her angry again. Her little fight with that boy wasn't exactly a smart move but it was because he was tempted her and she had played back with a sharp tongue. A small smirk lit her face as she remembered the nose bleed she caused. "Take that you flirty motherfucker." Throwing her head back she stuck her tongue out at the sky and nothing in particular. It was her way of celebrating like a fool.
This was the first place she had come when she had been put in the asylum. The gardens had still had beautiful things in it even in the beginning of what now was a bitchy winter. Looking around, she spotted the bench she had her first argument on. Twirling around to another way, strongly ignoring the sharp pain in her leg, she saw the little corner that held the now dead and shriveled cherry blossom. Limping forward, she cupped the deceased flower in her pale hands. Hands like winter her grandma had always said. Tears like crystal welled up in her navy eyes, her frigid cheeks melting as wet paths traveled downward. Her emotions were a turmoil and she wasn't sure but the strongest emotion was anger at her own self. Straightening up quickly she attempted to turn on her heel and stomp off. So much for that thought. Left leg crumpled at the knee and down she went into a snowbank. What could only be called a small sqeauk came from her mouth as she hit the cold ground. She didn't even bother to get up, the tears were flowing freely now.
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