Post by adrian thomas on Dec 13, 2010 1:32:28 GMT -5
adrian scott thomas
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"Everything's fine today, that is our illusion..."
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CAN'T LEAVE A THING TO YOUR IMAGINATION[/font][/center]
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NAME: Adrian Scott Thomas
AGE: 22
GENDER: Male
BIRTHDAY: January 14
BLOOD: Wolf
PACK: Thunderclap
TITLE/RANK: Omega
[/color]but oh, you seem so serious
I SHOULD ENJOY THE SWEET INTERROGATION[/font][/center]
EYES: Right eye is forest green, left is bright sky blue.
HAIR: Naturally Black
WEIGHT: 164lbs
HEIGHT: 5'8''
PLAY-BY:"Voltaire" Aurelio Voltaire Hernández
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
*Right ear has a small knick in it. ( bite from brother)
* Left ear is pierced at the top
* Large scar on his right bicep and shoulder blade (car accident)
* Scars his back and chest from fighting
ATTIRE: Long sleeves, gothic clothing. He enjoys dressing up quite a bit and wearing jewelery such as rings,neklaces, earrings.
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i should not be telling you
[/color]I'M FLATTERED BY YOUR INTEREST[/font][/center]
LIKES:
+ Reading
+ Making friends
+ Sleeping
+ Helping others achieve their goals
+ Food
DISLIKES:
- Extreme weather
- Annoying females
- Loud noises
- Working
- His Boss
STRENGTHS:
^ Friendly
^ Always willing to help
^ Stands up for what he believes in.
WEAKNESSES:
v Little self confidence
v Has trouble cooperating with others
v Is impatient
QUIRKS/HABITS:
~ Habit of smoking when stressed
~ Oral fixation
FEARS:
! Extreme weather (Day After Tomorrow freaks him out to no end)
! Not being in control of himself/ his surroundings
GOALS:
@ Find a mate
@ Live happily ever after.
PERSONALITY:
Adrian has an oral fixation, he'll always have chewing gum on him, if not that he'll start chewing on a pencil, or anything in reach, even his sleeves, it helps him think. He'll more commonly be seen chewing when he's upset or if he has to figure something out. Adrian tends to be light-hearted, often telling jokes and getting himself into trouble with anyone around. He's almost always talking, or asking questions, in the end people tend to tell him things, as a lot of people tend to be put at ease from someone who can't stop talking. Adrian is actually quite ruthless, his motto being "it's just business" whenever someone manages to get close to him. He has a very paranoid nature always wondering when people will be trying to harm or betray him.
Adrian isn’t the type of guy who spills all of his secrets when he first meets someone.He’s much more the type to bottle things up and then break something out of frustration. However, this can also be a good thing as it means that if anyone confides in Adrian they can be sure their secret is safe.Unless you’ve given him a reason to hate you or be you, Adrian is never one to pass an opinion on someone he doesn’t fully know. If you tell him something that seems shocking to everyone else, Daniel won’t judge you unless he’s heard every possible aspect of the story. He prefers to remain neutral in problems that aren’t his to deal with, but this is strictly out of self-preservation, not kindness. He’s learnt on numerous occasions that getting involved in other peoples business is a bad idea, especially if they don’t want you there.His innocence will almost certainly be his downfall though as he's always getting mixed up in stuff he shouldn't and trusting the wrong people.
you start to hypnotize me
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MOTHER: Clare Winston- Human, whereabouts unknown currently.
FATHER: Jonathan Thomas- Wolf, deceased- car crash.
SIBLINGS: William Thomas- deceased- car crash.
OTHER: no other family that he knows.
PLACE OF BIRTH: Minnisota,USA
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Romania
HISTORY:
He was born to a family of three, a mother, a father, and his older brother. He doesn't remember much of his first couple of years of life, but from from the stories he heard, it was perfectly average. There was nothing noticeably different about the family, but there was always a hidden tension that caused his mother to finally leave when he was only three years of age. Thus began his moving from motel to motel. Adrian's nights were plagued with dreams of being some sort of canine and trying to get out and run free. They never where able to find a place where his father would settle. After three years of the constant moving, they finally packs their bags for the last time n moved to Romania.
After moving to Romania his father told his sons of their lineage, and showed them his wolf form, he taught them over the course of a year how to change and to keep this secret to themselves to the grave. When he turned eight years old, he was initiated into the pack along with his brother William. He was apprenticed to be a hunter with his strong legs and slim build. The training didn't last when it became obvious he lack any skill in tracking and keeping in line with the rest. The decided it was better to completely stop his hunter's training when he got another wolf seriously injured during a hunt.
They put him into training to be a warrior, thinking he might fair better in combat. But his body was too small and he was still growing into growing into his height, that he was ravaged by the others easily. He avoided combat and was switched to sentinel duty. Even that though was a disaster waiting, when he let a bear slip past him unnoticed. The bear attacked his pack and after such a shameful mistake, he was given his place as the omega of the pack.
His father and brother were on the other hand shining examples of wolves. William, his brother, was built for battle and was placed immediately into warrior training where excelled and became popular throughout the pack with his courage and strength. His father was accepted as a senior sentinel, his eyes better than most, he could spot something amiss from a mile away. They tried helping Adrian fit in as much as possible, taking him on small hunts and giving him portions of their catch.
The days were played as if they were a normal family, a small home where they each farmed for a living, raising and selling sheep. It was a quiet life during the daylight, until the day Adrian lost hat little he had left when he was only seventeen years old. The three were driving out to one their back pastures through the rain. It wasn't unusual to them, but when his father lost control of the car, the brakes stuck and the car slid the left, rolling down a ditch and slamming into a large oak head on. His father died on impact, major damage to the inside of his skull. His brother died as well, Adrian was the only one to survive the crash. His body impacted the window, his right arm crashing through the windshield, and ripping back as he was jolted back.
The crash left him in depression till he was twenty-one. He had dragged himself through life, not speaking, just hollow for the longest time. Until last year, he began to slowly open back up.
who am i talking to
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ALIAS: Celeste
AGE: 18
EXPERIENCE: 9 years (on and off again)
CONTACT: pm's would be best
RP SAMPLE:The morning light scares the shadows of the hotel’s room back into the grimy corners from whence they came. I watched Carly flick the cigarette’s ashes onto the floor. I grimaced and fought the urge to yell at her and clean the mess up. Ok, I admit it, I am a bit of a neat freak, but of course my girlfriend never cares if she trashed a place, hers or not. I couldn’t even remember why we were together anymore, beside the sex and maybe just because us being together had became a habit, a fucking hard one to break at that. I sighed and pulled on a old band t-shirt and pair of black jeans. Stealing a sideways glance, I saw her sitting in a musty red chair and watching me closely. I was reminded of how a cat stares at its prey before going in for the kill. I sighed and walked over to the mirror scratching my dark blonde and black hair that was already a mess from last night.
Flicking on the florescent lights above it, I gazed into it’s reflection and blinked. The rims of my eyes were darker than normal from lack of sleep, it had been at least two weeks since I had really slept at all. Most of the time lately I would stay up just thinking of everything in my life, and when I did happen to doze off it would be in strange places like on a park bench or an elevator. Several times I’ve been woken up by strangers.. But none of it matters anymore. I’m through with this whole town, this life, even Carly, I’m through with her. I was lost in these thoughts when a pair of arms snaked around my shoulder and waist.
“You have no idea of how hot you look in the morning. Baby, come on back to bed.... ”
“Naw I have to get going. I’ll talk to you later..Maybe.. “ I pulled away and grabbed my jacket, of course I had whispered the maybe part but I must have underestimated her hearing cause her face immediately turned to ice. She stood there rigid in her wife-beater shirt and lacy underwear, exposing the large black tattoos on her arms saying the overly decorated word ‘Delicious.’
“ What the hell is wrong with you?! You’ve been dead for weeks- I can never get a straight answer out of you anymore? Goddamn it! “
She simply exploded, her bright red hair in her face. I sighed again and hoped that she’d be done soon...
“ You know what- why do I even stay with you, it’s not like you even want me anymore. So why don’t you just leave?!” She screamed at the top of her lungs and I only looked down at the dark carpet.
“Fine.” I said quietly and slipped the brown coat on, not even her even giving her one last look, before leaving out the door. ]
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