Post by revverse on Jul 14, 2009 22:48:28 GMT -8
*theodorenathanielmorris!
}.the only thing I still believe in is you.~
}.the only thing I still believe in is you.~
*whoyoucontrol!
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full name: Theodore Nathaniel Morris.
nicknames: Todd.
gender: Male.
age: Twenty-Three years of age.
birthdate: May the Fifteenth, Nineteen Eighty Six. (I think I got the year wrong.)
sign: taurus
grade: N/A
canon or original: Original. Didn't know there were canons.
*lookscankill!
hair: Todd's hair tends to be a light brunette color, though it seems a mixture of this color and an extremely dark blonde in the warmer months.
eyes: A fierce, holding light blue fades as a base color, while a light brown centers at the edges of the iris more near the pupil.
nose: While Todd's nose centers neatly in his face, it has a small crook in the bridge of it from a fight he was in, in his teenage years. So I've been told, it makes him look a little more attractive.
lips: Todd's lips aren't full enough to seem feminine, and they aren't thin enough to seem turtleish. They seem to find a balance in the middle of the two and constantly holding a slightly boyish smirk.
complexion: He works hard enough and in the sun enough that a light bit of a tan is normal. There always seems to be a bit of a tinge of red upon his cheeks though, suggesting at sunburn.
body: Todd works. A lot. And hard. So staying fit really isn't a problem for him. While his shoulders aren't overbearing and the type that hide a neck, they're broad and lean. His legs tend to be a bit bowed from working horses in younger years as a past time, while his hips are narrow, defining his masculinity. Something Todd always has been known for is his lanky frame at six foot, three inches.
distinguishing features: Todd really hasn't ever had many distinguishing features, other than his striking, fierce eyes. After the accident(which will be explained later), he became much more unique. Many of the scars tend to be located at his left side, beginning from the heavy limp in his left leg he tends to get from overworking himself. Never again does he want to use a cane because of personal reasons, so he tries his best to hide it. Because of it, he has a hard time doing any activities involving running. Missing from his left hand is his pinky and ring fingers, the same hand and arm seem to be smattered in a few scars as well. Aside from these oddities, he does always tend to have a kind face.
style: Most likely you'll see him wearing a pair of dark wash jeans, some sort of work boots, a simple white or gray undershirt, and a typical unbuttoned, pearl snap or button up shirt over that. On a rare occasion you'll find him to be wearing a cap over his more than likely unkempt hair.
played by: Andrew Cooper
*removethatmask!
likes:
-Walking, exploring new places.
-Doing things he shouldn't.
-Loud, fearsome thunderstorms that last for hours.
-Taking random drives to nowhere.
-Working.(Don't say it. He's weird.)
-Having a feeling of security.
-Whispering in the dark.
dislikes:
-Fake, plastic people(better to be a friend than have friends).
-Those who never back words up with actions.
-Talking about himself.
-Cussing word after word.
-Girls who are out to prove they're "tough".
-Grape soda.(Don't ask.)
-Sitting doing nothing.
-People who freak out over things on the news.
strengths:
-The way in which he deals with problems. Push them behind.
-It isn't easy to get him to back down once he's set his mind to it.
-The calm, caring attitude he sometimes possesses.
-Todd would prefer to listen than to speak.
weaknesses:
-His foolish, almost childish heart.
-He can't finish a sentence without screwing it up somehow. Words fail him in most situations.
-A few mistakes that he can't get totally behind him.
-Self image. It's easy for him to feel like a screw up.
fears:
-Large crowds.
-Loud, obnoxious people.
-Getting stuck in life with no way out.
goals:
-It would be nice for him to just calm down and gain a friend or two.
-To fully put mistakes behind him.
-Stop worrying about everyone else and worry mostly about himself.
secrets:
-The injuries spoken of before? Those. The reason for having them. It's easier to lie.
-The fact that he just up and left from where he was.
-It's a little known fact that he has a hard time driving with other people in the vehicle.
general personality: Todd tends to try and look on the bright side of life, what with the typical half boyish grin on his face. He's kind and gentle most of the time, and tends to want to help those that he can; or those within his reach. Ever since a young age he's been this way, not by following in a parents' footsteps, but by trying to become someone different from his parents. Why treat those around you like crap when you expected to be treated like royalty? There was no point in that. All in all, he prefers those over himself, often greater than he should.
His quieter side reveals a more regretful nature, something that very few have seen. Everyone has something to hide, and for him, one of those things is this less talkative, more elusive side of himself. Todd has hardly ever had much of a temper, he doesn't stand up to people when he knows he shouldn't, he knows when to back down. Any harsh words that mistakenly slip past his lips are very quickly poured over with a kinder rephrase of words. There are times when he does let the anger slip past his holds of control, but those times are rare and usually, he's not around many people during it. ( I suck at these)
*homesweethome!
mother: Eloise Garrison • deceased
father:Kix Rodale • 47 • Unknown
siblings:April Leigh Hardley • 17 • N/A
pets: N/A • N/A • N/A
hometown:
The outskirts of Cheyenne, Wyoming.
*waybackwhen!
history: Growing up with just a mother to raise you to be a man is a hard thing to do. Not once did Todd really have much of a father figure in his life. Even a few short summers spent as a child in Montana with his biological father proved him that the man wasn't worthy of his title. When he was about eight or so, his mother had met and was spending an unusual amount of time with a man by the name of Carter Hardley. The man seemed kind and caring enough to his mother, so it wasn't much of a bother for the then young Todd to deal with the man's harsh treatment. By the age of nine, harsh words that were weekly, or nightly verbal beatings had turned physical, and the boy was nursing wounds such as a broken wrist, fractured nose and a few randomly scattered cuts and bruises, brushed off by himself to his mother as only a fall from a bike and a terrible landing.
The summers in west Texas were hot, the winters mild enough. The summer of his eleventh year offered light to his dark situation in life. His mother announced the impending marriage with the man who had still sourly been treating the young Todd, and not long after that, by some random string of events, found out the terrible treatment of her son. Kicking the man out the door and moving to Wyoming was easy and swiftly done. Life went on normally after that for Todd as he grew from boy to man in the years that passed. His mother passed on when he was but eighteen, leaving in his care his younger sister. After a tragic accident at the age of nearly twenty, he found the task of running difficult and is merely able to keep his pace to a limping walk. A mangled right hand and a lightly scarred face and neck was the result of the accident, along with the loss of a life. One that will surely be explained later. Things went well enough for a while until Carter wanted his daughter, Todd's sister, to care for himself. Not much could be done about it and now she resides with the man somewhere unknown to Todd. He finds himself here, hoping these few things behind him. (It's short, but it's late here and I'm bad at histories anyway so I patched one up from a different character of mine I never got to use. XD)
*talenttospare!
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roleplay sample:
right, this is from another site and it was my first in six months with this character. It's shorter than my normal length in posts but here it is;
There was quite a bit running through his mind, carefully directing the single cab Ford pickup on the one lane road of the side of the main street. He didn't want to risk being seen, because right then he felt like he had good reason to hide. He didn't want people knowing he was here yet and especially not before what he was about to do. Once one person saw him though, there was bound to be talk everywhere. The townsfolk of Loving had a pass time, and that was talking of what occupied their minds most in gossip, anything that went along with either of the feuding families. Of course, he had merely arrived a day or so ago, but still he was sure that gave people plenty of ample time to get locked onto knowing he was here. He heard little of his family in the past year. To be honest it was nice to not have to hear about the same day to day problems that had so easily become his own. At the age of twenty-two he could have related better with a forty year old man with a family to support than a 20-something such as himself. That wasn't something he had ever wanted to admit though, and thankfully he hadn't ever had too.
But wouldn't a family head actually care? That's not saying Benjamin Roizen could have cared less, but at such a young age, the pressure had been immense. And then there was this whole thing with the murder of Ethan Overlion. Perhaps it had been stupid to leave when he did, but what difference would it make? Even if he had murdered the man(which at one point, the very act was easy to play out within his mind), he was sure that somehow, some way, the law could catch up with him. Still, he hadn't so much as touched the man, and he was sure that at least one of the Overlion family could easily pin the deed off as his doing. None of the Overlion females lacked wit and sharpness of tongue, something he didn't lack, but had never mastered the use of.
The sky was rapidly changing into a vast expanse of velvet, sprinkled throughout with the faint, silvery glow of the stars, the moon making its appearance as a low and bright disc as it began to reach slowly up into the sky. With summer fast approaching, there was no need for coats or jackets as there had been during his last visits such as these. Letting out a quiet sigh, his eyes finally fell upon his destination. The diner was small and familiar, a sight that would normally have calmed him, but which caused his breath to catch for but a moment. It was simple, or at least it should have been. Was this really difficult? No. Was it easy? No. It was a task that was one of the hardest he had ever faced. Part of it being that he had quite a bit to fess up too and say the correct apologies. Apologizing had never been his strongest suit, and it had never been an easy thing for him to do.
There were the kinds of people who could say they were sorry and mean it, there were the kinds of people who would say it just to feel better about themselves, and then there were those like Benji, who meant it, but couldn't quite say it. There sat parked the familiar vehicle, just behind the diner. Good, it meant she was there. Pulling the Ford to an easy halt there next to it, he sat in the dark cab for but a moment to gather his thoughts. Hopefully he wouldn't be waiting long, lest he would lose most of his sanity because of the sudden surge of fear that struck him in his chest. Why did he have to do this? It was easy to just pull out and leave. There was no one making him do this. Well, there was. He was making himself do this, because it had to be done, and not just for him. He was fully prepared to be verbally beaten, though it would be hard to sit back and just let it happen. Finally reaching for the handle after cutting the power to the engine, he stepped from the cab, shutting the door behind him after stepping out of the cab.
For a moment he paced the length of the pickup, but soon grew weary of that task. Quietly pressing his back against the side of the bed, he placed the majority of his weight into his right leg, placing his left hand into the pocket of his jeans, looking down to the poor looking concrete at his feet. Letting out most of the air built up in his lungs in a quiet, but heavy sigh, he let his eyes wander slowly up to the back door of the building, where he knew she would come out of soon enough, then slowly they swept up to the night sky, seeming tranced in the bright glow of each star before the noise of the door caught his ears. Swiftly turning his head, relief struck him as he realized it was not her coming out of the door, it wasn't anybody. Nothing but a scruffy, orange tabby cat roaming near the trash for some food. A relieved bit of a smile hit his face, but it was short lived as he soon found himself face to face with her as she came from the door. How had she been so quiet? He wasn't sure. A more impassive look falling over him, he stood straight, coming away from the side of the cab of the pickup, his darkly flecked hazel gaze holding an unsteady mixture of emotions. “I-I've been waiting for you. I need to talk to you,”
take a look around,
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*thepuppetmaster!
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name: revverse, Jessie, crazy ass Texan, or just 'hey you!'
age: Eighteen.
years of roleplaying: um, er, I think since like '04, '05?
password:accepted
A random fact about me? I'm type 1 diabetic and I never shutup about medical devices that I'm in love with!
*this lovely plot page was made by canter of white pages. steal and die.
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