Post by roseblossom on Mar 30, 2011 20:30:01 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Roseblossom - also known as Livi or Rose and this is my First character. I found this site through a friend (Jill the Ripper). Something you should know about me is that I only really know characters from Romeo and Juliet, as I'm not a huge fan of the classics, but I can at least appreciate the classics. Mostly, I enjoy watching anime and writing fanfics.
Canon: Romeo & Juliet (Shakespeare)
Custom Title: "The Prince of Cats"
PHYSICAL
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tyler has short, dark hair, and his face is rather square and defined, which dark eyebrows over his dark blue eyes. While he is physically-fit, he's not overly-muscular, and he has somewhat small feet.
Height: About 5'9''
Body: Toned but not overly-muscular; mostly average.
Other distinguishing features: Slight stubble on his face; light scars on his palms from learning to handle weapons.
Wardrobe: Wears dark shirts and jeans (usually not black); in colder weather he wears a leather jacket. He "knows" how to wear a suit due to his family's standing in society, but he would much rather just wear a T-shirt and jeans.[/ul]
Play By: Chip Esten
PERSONALITY
General personality: Tyler usually is rather stuck-up and arrogant, and he is easily annoyed. When around others, especially aqquaintances, he acts in such a way to be seen as the "alpha" in the group. He cannot stand practical jokers, and he never lets a grudge go once someone has crossed him. Though he does have enough charisma to get what he wants, usually he prefers to resort to violence. At nearly all times he carries some sort of a concealed weapon, usually a knife.
Tyler, during his "off-time," enjoys to wander the city streets, mostly the alleyways. Not one for complying to authority, Tyler prefers to do things his way, and there are few people that he will listen to (such as the head of the Capulet family). He rarely gets a soft spot in his heart for anyone (although he loves cats); he's the type of guy to give a needy homeless man a glare rather than even a penny. Almost always he will do nearly anything to get what he wants.
Tyler aspires to be successful without much help from his family, hence why he began his fencing classes. Speaking of fencing, it is perhaps his one true love in life, other than learning how to handle other weapons. One of his quirks is that, when he is restless (which is usally any time that he has to be couped up and/or in a suit of some sort), he twiddles his thumbs and taps his foot.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: None.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths: Alertness, quick thinking, and his fencing skills.
Weaknesses: His temper, stubbornness, and haughty way of thinking.
BACKGROUND
Family: His aunt and uncle Capulet, and cousin Juliet.
His parents, Martha and Yogi (deceased).
Education: Graduated from Princeton with a business degree, although he doesn't really care for it.
Occupation: Tyler teaches fencing. Once a week, he has a group class, but mostly he schedules private sessions.
Worst past experience:When he was fourteen, his butler, Laurence, died of a heart attack. Though Laurence was in his fourties, he was Tyler's mentor, and taught him how to fence. Though he didn't know much about Laurence, he respected the man greatly.
Best past experience: Either winning his first fencing tournament when he was thirteen, or graduating college so that he wouldn't have to do homework anymore. He can't decide.
History:
His parents, Martha and Yogi (the former being sister to Mr. Capulet, the head honcho of the Capulets, and the latter being foreign), died in a car crash when Tyler was eighteen. He never had a good relationship with them.
After graduating, Tyler wanted to start off fresh and new, without the need or help from his family (as he was living with his uncle for the short period before he went on to college and after his parents' deaths). He decided to go to the city, and purchased an appartment and flat where he could live and set up a business of teaching people how to fence. He lives about half an hour away from his uncle, and while he keeps in contact with him, he never invites the man to visit and rarely visits himself.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample: Tyler stared blankly at the applications on his computer screen. There weren't many. Granted, fencing wasn't the most popular sport (although he felt it was far more satisfying than such sports as baseball or football, both American and otherwise. But at least he wasn't going to go broke due to the inheritance money.
Tyler didn't realize that he was twiddling his thumbs again until he was about to put his right hand on the mouse. He smiled to himself slightly and stood. Logan, who was sitting on the desk beside the computer, gave him an annoyed-yet-indifferent look.
Tyler gave the tabby-and-white tom a quick scratch behind the ears before collecting his leather jacket from the coatrack and exiting the apartment, locking the door behind him.
Outside, his breath could be seen billowing into the air. Absent-mindedly, he rubbed his hands together and took a right turn, walking along the sidewalk. He passed by a couple of people who didn't even turn their eyes to him, and he turned again, this time into a side alleyway.
Since Tyler had bought his apartment, he had taken to spending his extra time wandering the area nearby. It was a habit of his, to know what his surroundings were lest something happen. Besides, the alleyways were void of the superficial people of the city, although they were home to hobos and rapists.
And cats, he added to himself when he heard a pitiful mewling. He turned towards an open Dumpster to see amber eyes flash in the darkness. Uncharacteristic pity overtook Tyler, and he reached in, holding his hand out so that the cat could sniff him.
"Hey, pretty boy."
Tyler stiffened, and he pulled his arm back slowly as to not scare the cat. He turned around to see a man not five feet from him; by the smell, the man was intoxicated, though not enough for him to stumble or vomit up his intestines.
"What did you just call me?" Tyler snapped, blue eyes narrowing dangerously.
The man chuckled, taking a step closer. He began to speak, but before he could form a coherent word, Tyler darted forward, whipping out a knife from his pocket and pressed it against the man's throat while simultaneously pushing him into the brick wall. The man gulped, and a bead of blood appeared on his skin.
"What did you just call me?" Tyler demanded again; this time, his voice was quieter, although it was still deadly. He brought the knife away just enough for the man to speak.
"N-nothing," the man stuttered. "T-thought you were someone else."
Tyler glared at the man for a moment before finally pulling the knife away completely. The man let out an unconscious sigh of relief, but suddenly Tyler brought up his knee into the man's crotch. With a girlish, breathy squeal of pain, the man fell onto his side, curling into a ball to protect his manhood.
Disgusted, Tyler wiped the bit of blood that had gotten onto his knife onto his pants before pocketing the weapon. For good measure, he stepped on the man's fingers before finally turning around back to the Dumpster, where the cat had grown silent in fear at the loud voices.
Tyler stuck his hand slowly into the Dumpster again, and although nothing happened for a moment, soon he felt breath against his fingers as the cat sniffed him. He let another moment pass before he petted the cat's head, putting his other hand in the Dumpster so that he could pull it out. It was covered in so much filth that he couldn't tell what color its fur was.
Its heart beat wildly against his hand. He scratched it behind the ears, and without a second thought to the man, whom was still on the ground, Tyler headed back home.
Tyler Balto "Tybalt" Capulet
High Class
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[/img][/center]High Class
Canon: Romeo & Juliet (Shakespeare)
Custom Title: "The Prince of Cats"
PHYSICAL
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tyler has short, dark hair, and his face is rather square and defined, which dark eyebrows over his dark blue eyes. While he is physically-fit, he's not overly-muscular, and he has somewhat small feet.
Height: About 5'9''
Body: Toned but not overly-muscular; mostly average.
Other distinguishing features: Slight stubble on his face; light scars on his palms from learning to handle weapons.
Wardrobe: Wears dark shirts and jeans (usually not black); in colder weather he wears a leather jacket. He "knows" how to wear a suit due to his family's standing in society, but he would much rather just wear a T-shirt and jeans.[/ul]
Play By: Chip Esten
PERSONALITY
General personality: Tyler usually is rather stuck-up and arrogant, and he is easily annoyed. When around others, especially aqquaintances, he acts in such a way to be seen as the "alpha" in the group. He cannot stand practical jokers, and he never lets a grudge go once someone has crossed him. Though he does have enough charisma to get what he wants, usually he prefers to resort to violence. At nearly all times he carries some sort of a concealed weapon, usually a knife.
Tyler, during his "off-time," enjoys to wander the city streets, mostly the alleyways. Not one for complying to authority, Tyler prefers to do things his way, and there are few people that he will listen to (such as the head of the Capulet family). He rarely gets a soft spot in his heart for anyone (although he loves cats); he's the type of guy to give a needy homeless man a glare rather than even a penny. Almost always he will do nearly anything to get what he wants.
Tyler aspires to be successful without much help from his family, hence why he began his fencing classes. Speaking of fencing, it is perhaps his one true love in life, other than learning how to handle other weapons. One of his quirks is that, when he is restless (which is usally any time that he has to be couped up and/or in a suit of some sort), he twiddles his thumbs and taps his foot.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: None.
Likes:
- Weapons/Violence
- Cats
- Women
Dislikes:
- Spiders
- Dogs
- Stupid people
- Failure
Strengths: Alertness, quick thinking, and his fencing skills.
Weaknesses: His temper, stubbornness, and haughty way of thinking.
BACKGROUND
Family: His aunt and uncle Capulet, and cousin Juliet.
His parents, Martha and Yogi (deceased).
Education: Graduated from Princeton with a business degree, although he doesn't really care for it.
Occupation: Tyler teaches fencing. Once a week, he has a group class, but mostly he schedules private sessions.
Worst past experience:When he was fourteen, his butler, Laurence, died of a heart attack. Though Laurence was in his fourties, he was Tyler's mentor, and taught him how to fence. Though he didn't know much about Laurence, he respected the man greatly.
Best past experience: Either winning his first fencing tournament when he was thirteen, or graduating college so that he wouldn't have to do homework anymore. He can't decide.
History:
His parents, Martha and Yogi (the former being sister to Mr. Capulet, the head honcho of the Capulets, and the latter being foreign), died in a car crash when Tyler was eighteen. He never had a good relationship with them.
After graduating, Tyler wanted to start off fresh and new, without the need or help from his family (as he was living with his uncle for the short period before he went on to college and after his parents' deaths). He decided to go to the city, and purchased an appartment and flat where he could live and set up a business of teaching people how to fence. He lives about half an hour away from his uncle, and while he keeps in contact with him, he never invites the man to visit and rarely visits himself.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample: Tyler stared blankly at the applications on his computer screen. There weren't many. Granted, fencing wasn't the most popular sport (although he felt it was far more satisfying than such sports as baseball or football, both American and otherwise. But at least he wasn't going to go broke due to the inheritance money.
Tyler didn't realize that he was twiddling his thumbs again until he was about to put his right hand on the mouse. He smiled to himself slightly and stood. Logan, who was sitting on the desk beside the computer, gave him an annoyed-yet-indifferent look.
Tyler gave the tabby-and-white tom a quick scratch behind the ears before collecting his leather jacket from the coatrack and exiting the apartment, locking the door behind him.
Outside, his breath could be seen billowing into the air. Absent-mindedly, he rubbed his hands together and took a right turn, walking along the sidewalk. He passed by a couple of people who didn't even turn their eyes to him, and he turned again, this time into a side alleyway.
Since Tyler had bought his apartment, he had taken to spending his extra time wandering the area nearby. It was a habit of his, to know what his surroundings were lest something happen. Besides, the alleyways were void of the superficial people of the city, although they were home to hobos and rapists.
And cats, he added to himself when he heard a pitiful mewling. He turned towards an open Dumpster to see amber eyes flash in the darkness. Uncharacteristic pity overtook Tyler, and he reached in, holding his hand out so that the cat could sniff him.
"Hey, pretty boy."
Tyler stiffened, and he pulled his arm back slowly as to not scare the cat. He turned around to see a man not five feet from him; by the smell, the man was intoxicated, though not enough for him to stumble or vomit up his intestines.
"What did you just call me?" Tyler snapped, blue eyes narrowing dangerously.
The man chuckled, taking a step closer. He began to speak, but before he could form a coherent word, Tyler darted forward, whipping out a knife from his pocket and pressed it against the man's throat while simultaneously pushing him into the brick wall. The man gulped, and a bead of blood appeared on his skin.
"What did you just call me?" Tyler demanded again; this time, his voice was quieter, although it was still deadly. He brought the knife away just enough for the man to speak.
"N-nothing," the man stuttered. "T-thought you were someone else."
Tyler glared at the man for a moment before finally pulling the knife away completely. The man let out an unconscious sigh of relief, but suddenly Tyler brought up his knee into the man's crotch. With a girlish, breathy squeal of pain, the man fell onto his side, curling into a ball to protect his manhood.
Disgusted, Tyler wiped the bit of blood that had gotten onto his knife onto his pants before pocketing the weapon. For good measure, he stepped on the man's fingers before finally turning around back to the Dumpster, where the cat had grown silent in fear at the loud voices.
Tyler stuck his hand slowly into the Dumpster again, and although nothing happened for a moment, soon he felt breath against his fingers as the cat sniffed him. He let another moment pass before he petted the cat's head, putting his other hand in the Dumpster so that he could pull it out. It was covered in so much filth that he couldn't tell what color its fur was.
Its heart beat wildly against his hand. He scratched it behind the ears, and without a second thought to the man, whom was still on the ground, Tyler headed back home.
