Post by flaregun on Oct 24, 2012 20:30:35 GMT -6
Character Name:
Thomas Samhradh Raziel
Nickname:
Tom, Ray
Age:
22
Gender:
Male
Grade:
Teacher
Subject:
Math (Algebra I, Geometry, Algebra II, Statistics, Calculus,)
Race:
Witch
Canon/Non Canon:
Non-Canon
Play-by:
Hunter Parrish
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Appearance:
Thomas stands proudly at 5'11" and has learned that people respect a man who can keep his chin high and shoulders square in any situation. His eyes are a blue that reflect the deepest oceans if you stare for too long. Tom's dirty blonde hair is commonly mistaken for being sandy brown, but when he spends too much time inside it fades back to blonde.
In everyday life, Tom wears polo shirts and blue jeans. For class, he dresses in a button down, typically white, and khakis. He only has three pairs of shoes: black formal boots, shined to a polish; white running shoes; and sandals, for at home. Thomas went through his rebellious phase, and got a tattoo of a torc on his neck (Tattoo)
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Personality:
Borderline PSYCHOPATH, no really. When he was 19, Thomas was diagnosed to be an actual psychopath.
On the Outside
Superficially CHARMING. Thomas can carry on a conversation with anyone he comes across, it's made him many superficial friends over the years. He is very WITTY when he wants to be, and can get any crowd laughing. Tom knows how to SENSE the way people interact best, and how to pick out the best of them from the worst of them.
On the Inside
Thomas is COLD like the river styx. The number of emotions he actually feels can be counted on one hand. He is very DISTANT to actual people. Regardless of how many people would call him their friend, not many actually know much about Thomas. Tom is honestly very SADISTIC, and takes joy out of watching people squirm, scream and flounder.
Likes:
[/ul]Thomas Samhradh Raziel
Nickname:
Tom, Ray
Age:
22
Gender:
Male
Grade:
Teacher
Subject:
Math (Algebra I, Geometry, Algebra II, Statistics, Calculus,)
Race:
Witch
Canon/Non Canon:
Non-Canon
Play-by:
Hunter Parrish
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Appearance:
Thomas stands proudly at 5'11" and has learned that people respect a man who can keep his chin high and shoulders square in any situation. His eyes are a blue that reflect the deepest oceans if you stare for too long. Tom's dirty blonde hair is commonly mistaken for being sandy brown, but when he spends too much time inside it fades back to blonde.
In everyday life, Tom wears polo shirts and blue jeans. For class, he dresses in a button down, typically white, and khakis. He only has three pairs of shoes: black formal boots, shined to a polish; white running shoes; and sandals, for at home. Thomas went through his rebellious phase, and got a tattoo of a torc on his neck (Tattoo)
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Personality:
Borderline PSYCHOPATH, no really. When he was 19, Thomas was diagnosed to be an actual psychopath.
On the Outside
Superficially CHARMING. Thomas can carry on a conversation with anyone he comes across, it's made him many superficial friends over the years. He is very WITTY when he wants to be, and can get any crowd laughing. Tom knows how to SENSE the way people interact best, and how to pick out the best of them from the worst of them.
On the Inside
Thomas is COLD like the river styx. The number of emotions he actually feels can be counted on one hand. He is very DISTANT to actual people. Regardless of how many people would call him their friend, not many actually know much about Thomas. Tom is honestly very SADISTIC, and takes joy out of watching people squirm, scream and flounder.
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History:
Thomas Samhradh Raziel was born to a Witch and a Human, some 22 years ago. For several years, Thomas was a quietly happy boy, content to watch the world go by around him. When his father came home one night, he tried to explain to Thomas that everything was going to be fine, that he just needed to be quiet and to never tell mommy about what was about to happen. Thomas was barely 6 at the time, and his father was undressing him. His mother barged into the room in a crazy frenzy - and seeing her husband molesting the boy made her even angrier. Not because her son was in danger, but because her husband was attempting to elicit sex from someone else.
His father was killed in front of him, and his mother didn't care for him. Loved him, maybe, but she did little to keep him safe or healthy. Thomas began experimenting with the magic that he inherited from his mother, and saw it's effects on the environment surrounding him. In school, he was shunned for being quiet and weird. He never spoke to anyone, and his teachers began asking him probing questions about his life. Tom learned to lie about that.
He never spoke to classmates about anything, never joined clubs, never played sports. After starting several fires in the school, it was recommended that he begin seeing the school therapist. The therapist was able to pick out the lies from the truth, and felt an actual psychologist was required. For several years, Thomas went to the psychologist, who eventually determined that he was a near-textbook example of a psychopath. Though the psychologist never determined the how, he did know that one existed.
In high school, things changed again. Thomas's mother was almost never home and when she was, she abused Thomas - magically, physically, emotionally, mentally. He became thin, and even more reserved from others, lying when spoken to and doing nothing to reciprocate emotions. His only solace during those years was the pain that he'd known for his entire life.
Eventually, he graduated and left home for college. The dorm that he was placed in required him to interact with other people for the first time in years. He made many friends here, lying about his past - his accomplishments, his mistakes. Thomas studied Mathematics for a while. And then he got bored of the lack of work. And so he took up running, which he'd never really done before. After running until his legs gave out, Thomas decided to keep it up - a physical stimulus that didn't involve hurting others. Tom never even contacted his mother once he left the house; never looked back.
Though once scrawny and rail thin, the constant exercise eventually built up muscle. He continued to practice magic on his own, never showing anyone what he could do. Thomas even found romance; not love, but something. He was approached by a classmate that he had known for most of freshman year, and asked if wanted to go out and catch a new movie. It threw him off guard, and he said yes without thinking the situation over.
After dating for almost a year, the people that they hung out with eventually began calling them ThomasHayden. Thomas was so fascinated by Hayden, he couldn't understand why he was even interested to begin with. In their junior year of college, Thomas began taking online courses for a teaching degree. He was tired of what he was currently doing in Biology, and wanted to pass on what he knew. Hayden was fully supportive of the decision, and encouraged Thomas to do it.
After graduation, Thomas came out to Hayden. About his magic. The thing that he had never shared with anyone. Hayden was confused about what it was - not because he had never heard of magic, but because he was in shock. After giving a demonstration, Hayden was terrified of it; wanted it out of Thomas. Tom was hurt, and lashed out, magically. Hayden couldn't withstand the attack, and was killed. It was the first time Thomas had ever killed anyone, anything even. And so he fled.
Cry Wolf High had apparently heard of a renegade Witch who'd never attended the school. They sent out several invitations before Thomas took them seriously. He now teaches at the high school, finding it weird how many of his kind there are. His mother had never even once spoken of a place where others like them congregated.
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Name:
Flaregun
Your Age:
23
Other Characters:
N/A
Contact Information:
PM
How you found us:
Vet
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Sample Post:
Olly was positively excited. Enthralled. This woman, this Rissa, was absolutely sure of her movement - her entire body. A perfectly trained, albeit human, assassin. Her body posture spoke of poised to strike, but her mouth spoke of fear at what he could do - not only to her, but to all the people surrounding them.
"You've got balls, you know that? I could be thinking of ways to kill you here and now, and you want to know if I have any suitors?"
Olly did know that. But he was old. He had patience - he had power. Besides, she was all talk. She had nothing that could seriously injure him for too long. "Of course I want to know. Every proper woman should have at least two suitors before they settle down." Maybe back in the 1600's. Today, women were willy nilly, and willing to throw themselves at the first piece of meat that didn't mind lying about their affections. Still, anything she knew about Taha, he was sure he already knew - and knowing Taha, there wasn't much she knew. However, there were personal things that she might know - family heirlooms, particular markings, secrets of a different kind.
"You won't be getting any answers from me, unseelie. Though how about you answer me thing one; got any favorite ways you'd like to die? I can oblige you, you know. Make it fast and painless, since I don't have any instructions to the contrary.Oh, and why do you ask anyway? Jealous if I did have one?"
He didn't keep up with all that too much. Enough that he would be dangerous for most, but he wasn't as well informed as the previous King ever was. "Oh, I would love it if you could strangle me! I've always wondered how that would feel. Oh, and the irony of it all. Sorry, that's a story for a different time. But let's be honest. I've never killed any of your humans. I don't care about your race that much. I'm a much more serious problem for the Fae - something that sounds like you might actually be interested in."
Olly was starting to feel a bit peckish. It was only a little after one, so it might still be kosher to get some food as part of a 'lunch rush.' He let go of his grasp on Rissa and picked up the purple dress and shoes. "Now then, about this hit. I'd like you to call it off. I'm not interested in you romantically, nor am I in the market for your death. As a reward for your service, I'd like to provide with as much information as I can. You ask it, I'll answer it. Now come, you need these clothes, and I need food." Olly made his way over to the counter and pulled out his wallet to pay for the purchase. He looked back at Rissa, and motioned her over. The time for games, was both beginning, and ending.[/center]
