Post by Tyler Chase on Oct 7, 2013 6:01:18 GMT 1
Personal Information
Your name: Just George, or JJ for short, whatever.
Your age: 19
Contact info: I don’t have msn anymore so pm will have to do :c
Character Information:
Full Name: Tyler Chase
Nickname: Ty or Chase
Species: Superkid
Powers: if any Tyler was born with the ability to drain powers and energy. He can’t use other powers but he can keep them within him for a certain amount of time meaning that super naturals tend to turn natural around him. However, if he keeps the supernatural within him, his body weakens and if it is in him for too long, he can die. He can use others energy to heal and make himself better but he has no control of it and if that person is supernatural then it's usually too overpowering for him. People don't tend to stay around him for long enough.
Family:
- Father: Unknown
- Mother: Unknown
- Siblings: if any Unknown
Age: 19
Birthday: 2nd January 1993
Gender: Male
Orientation: He is that socially awkward that he doesn’t even know himself… we’ll see.
Status: Single
Occupation: Recently enrolled as a student at the college and working part time as a barista to gain confidence.
Other: Depends what you want to know…
A pretty color: [Did you read the rules?] Umm, yes? Purple is a lovely colour, isn’t it.
Appearance:
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Also dark brown with lighter tones throughout it
Body: Hs stand at a petit 5’6 and is slim in an athletic way
Other: He has a scar across his chest which he has since birth and a few others around his body that are self inflicted.
Personality:
Tyler has always been socially awkward. Since he was young he’s never really known how to interact with other people. He hates to hurt people and finds it easier to stay away from others and be by himself. He blames himself for a lot of things that go wrong. He has no self-esteem or confidence and is very shy around new people. His curiosity is slowly bringing him out of his shell though.
The people that have had the privilege of meeting him and talking to him soon come to realise that this kid has a lot of love to give. He doesn’t have a bad thing to say about anyone and prefers to avoid conflicts and hate talk.
He is loyal, loving and caring, often putting others first. He feels guilty if those he cares about are hurting, even if it’s not his fault. As he hasn’t been around people much, he doesn’t really know how to take things. He is easily offended and takes things to heart. There is no point being sarcastic with him or telling a joke because it will only confuse him and he will think you are being serious.
He does not yet fully understand his gift as it has never been explained to him. All he knows is that he was the reason his parents left him. It would be nice if someone could explain it to him one day.
Likes:
Being outside
Being alone
Reading books
Playing the piano and singing, his confidence comes out when he does this
His hair… a lot.
Dislikes:
People that he doesn’t know approaching him
Being alone… it contradicts but he has a reason for preferring to be alone
Vegetables
Loud noises
Himself and his power
The horrible scar across his chest
Strengths:
He is one of the most loyal people you will ever meet
He is honest
His power
His agility
He see’s thing through to the end
He rarely gets ill
Singing as he can't talk
Weaknesses:
People
His curiosity, at times
Pretty people
Being too shy and nervous around people
Chewing on his lip when he is worried
Fears:
That what has been said about his parents is true
Hurting others around him
His ‘power’
Weapon of choice:
He doesn’t like weapons but he can’t control his power.
History:
Tyler doesn’t know much about his past, only that he has been in and out of adoption since he was born. He knows his mother died in before giving birth to him Truth was he had a hole in his heart which couldn’t be fixed from outside. His mother was human, like many others in California and his father, well his father was different. Like Tyler, he had a power that he had to keep hidden. It was passed on down to Tyler and that was part of the reason his mother died. Without knowing it, he drained his mother of her life when trying to heal himself in the womb. Luckily, the midwife was able to save him, but not her.
Once Tyler was born, his father couldn’t live with the guilt. He’d cursed his son and killed his wife and wanted no reminders. He gave his son up and never spoke of him again.
Tyler was brought up in and out of foster care and adoptive parents; each one of them giving him up due to how he made them feel. He didn’t know that every time he was around someone he was making them ill by taking their energy from them. He has rarely being ill but those around him seem to get ill all of the time. People started to hate him and he sunk into a low depression. He spent a lot of time putting his feelings into songs and playing the piano and for some reason, his confidence grew when he sang. It was like he was another person all together.
By the time he was 15, there was nowhere else for him to go. Believing it would be best for him, the staff at the foster home sent him to live far away with the perfect couple. And for a while things were perfect.
They were the sort of couple you saw only in films and things did seem too good to be true. He started to find himself and gain hobbies and interests. He was home tutored for a while which was fine by him. But then it all changed.
He noticed the arguments around seven months later. It turned out that the man had been caught cheating. The woman (Lucy) left him, taking Tyler with her. Since then, things haven’t been the same and Tyler blames himself. He saw that Lucy was growing ever weaker the more time she spent with him and in the end the man (Paul) had looked for his satisfaction elsewhere. Since then, he has found ways of coping and staying to himself. He now attends college and is trying to stay away from people in his spare time as much as possible. He started learning the acoustic guitar just to occupy his mind.
Recently, he has found out that this town he has moved to was actually where he was first born. He searched for his father but was told he had long since moved away. His mother’s grave is in the cemetery and he spends a lot of time up there thinking to himself. He has also got a part-time job at Lucy's coffee shop in the town Center. He isn't the best barista in the fact he can't really make coffee nor speak to people and look them in the eye. Lucy believes that the job will help his confidence grow and slowly it is working. He hasn't had the guts to play his music anywhere yet but he does plan on breaking that barrier soon.
Sample post: At least two paragraphs
This is a part of a book I am writing so I hope you don’tmind.
There was a house. It stood a little off the street, its front yard framed by a white picket fence. The house wasn’t anything special to look at; it was like many of the other houses on that street, its brick exterior painted in a pale blue and the shutters framing the windows painted white. The yard held a small garden, just big enough to hold the flowers that were planted, all in full bloom. In the middle stood a tree, it was tall, grand and old. If the tree could talk, it looked like would have many stories to tell. From its branches hung a swing; possibly put up by its owners. Other than the small boy that sat on the swing, there was nobody else in sight.
The boy sat humming quietly and swinging his legs back and forth, enjoying the breeze rushing through his blonde, ruffled hair as he swung higher and higher. He thought if he swung high enough, he’d be able to touch the sky. His age was unknown but he didn’t look old enough to be in school. He stared at the cloudless, blue sky; his eyes matching the colour, and wondered what it would be like to be a bird. Closing his eyes, he imagined he had wings and was flying. In his imagination, he would go somewhere nice, somewhere were children played every day and there were no rules, somewhere mothers let their children eat ice-cream all day and have no restricted bed times. When he opened his eyes though, the scene had changed.
The once summery sky had darkened; grey clouds swarming over like a great storm was fast approaching. The songbirds had grown silent and, in their place, a strong wind was now causing the trees to creak and rustle loudly. The boy shivered as he heard a voice whispering in his ear. He looked around but saw nothing. It was as though the whisper had been carried along with the wind itself. His youthful eyes took in the flowers which had now withered and looked to be hiding away under their leaves. He had an overwhelming feeling to do the same, to run back to the house and hide under his bed. But he couldn’t.
The whisper came again and he tightened his little fingers around the ropes that held the swing. His whole body tensed; frozen to the spot as he looked around nervously to see where it was coming from. He strained his ears to hear.
“Marcus… Macus…”
There was a figure in the gateway. The boy stood now, climbing to his feet and backing away. He didn’t know who the figure was or what they wanted; he only knew that they shouldn’t be there. He wanted to shout at them, to tell them to go away, to tell them that there was no Marcus here, but he couldn’t speak. The figure approached him, a thick fog swirling around them and disfiguring their features. Looking around, he noticed there was no fog anywhere else. There was something about this person that made him uneasy.
“Marcus…”
The voice came from behind him that time. It was a different voice; soft and caring. It came from within the house.
“Mummy?” He asked. His voice was small and held a tone of confusion. Who was Marcus? He turned his head again and the figure was almost upon him. He tried to take a step back, tried to shout for his mother but his voice croaked. Then the figure made its move. Their movements were quick and before he had chance to scream, his world was smothered in darkness. The last thing he heard was the distressed voice screaming out.
“MARCUS!”
***
Cody woke up with a start, sitting bolt upright with his eyes wide open and staring into the darkness. He was covered in a cold sweat that made his T-shirt cling to his body. His breathing was uneven as he struggled to take in the air. The nightmare had been the same as the last one, and the one before that; he’d been having the same one since as long as he could remember, but why? He didn’t know. He didn’t know what relevance it had to him. He stayed sitting in the darkness for a while, his mind racing with questions he couldn’t answer.
Who was the boy in his nightmares? Other than the blonde hair and blue eyes, Cody could never remember what other feature the boy held. And who was the figure? Who did the second voice belong to? And why did they call him Marcus when the boy was clearly confused by said name? Cody ran a hand through his hair and let out a long, exasperated sigh. If only he knew.
Turning to look at the clock that stood on his bedside table, he groaned. It was 3.30am and yet another night he hadn’t managed to sleep straight the way through. He kicked his duvet off the end of his bed and lay back down, his mind feeling instantly exhausted as his head hit hit the pillow. He had less than four hours before he had to wake for work. Staring at the ceiling above him, the questions carried on circling in his head. Eventually they faded away leaving the young man to fall back into a deep, unsettling sleep.
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