Post by Tearoff Hoadan on Aug 12, 2010 21:47:21 GMT -5
Tearoff
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Starting Fresh
FULL NAME: Tearoff Hoaden
NICKNAMES: none
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Straight
AGE: 18
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
BERK OR CURR: Berk
Get the Picture
HAIR: Long, dirty blond hair, usually up in a pony-tail
EYES: Yellow
HEIGHT: 6'2
WEIGHT: 162
SCARS: A large scar from dragon fire lays on his back
PIERCINGS:
TATTOOS:
Know the Person
LIKES: Reading, watching dragon training, fishing
DISLIKES: Dragon training (himself), being bored, crowds
STRENGTH: Perseverance and determination
WEAKNESSES: Inability to trust, flying on dragons, getting along with others
FEARS: The people he love dying
SECRETS: He'd rather lay near a peaceful river all day then fight, though he'll never admit it.
PERSONALITY: Tearoff is a history nerd. He hates showing off too much, though, since he hates attention. He's never been shy, he just doesn't like the idea of people all over him. He's pretty scared of the dragons, and doesn't agree with all the other vikings. He's probably the oddball of Berk, seeing as he's never trained or even touched a dragon. When he is sent out to train, he just ducks out. He knows it's cowardly, but he can't help himself. He'd rather go fishing instead of dragon training. If he can't fish, he'll just lay near some water, and let the sounds of the waves wash over him, seeing how peaceful it is. Every once in a while, he'll bring a book along. He's not very talkative, and doesn't normally trust people, just as he doesn't trust dragons. He doesn't have too many friends, and he doesn't really mind, though envy will prick at his heart when he sees friends talking, and especially when he sees a couple together. Though he doesn't have many friends, he loves Berk, and will do anything to keep his people safe. His perseverance and determination are what keeps him going.
Face The Facts
FAMILY: Nephthys (mother), and George (father)
FRIENDS: none, as of yet
OTHER:
PETS: none
HISTORY: Tearoff was born and raised in Berk by his loving mother, Nephthys, and his father, George. Both parents were quite young when they had him, but took care of him, nonetheless. Whenever the dragons attacked, George would go to fight while Nephthys took care of their son. Tearoff always admired his father, and wished he could go to fight dragons one day. He look forward to it...until the day his father died. From that day forward, Tearoff couldn't stand the dragon attacks. He'd hide, and cry until they went away. One day, when he was nearing seven, the dragons had attacked his house. Nephthys wasn't able to get either of them out in time, but she died protecting her son from dragon fire. Tearoff escaped with a large burn on his back. From then on, he'd been living alone. He became fairly expressionless, almost like a shell, though he still had a large heart. When the Berks welcomed the dragons, he couldn't stand it, but was too loyal to speak out. He was very proud of the Berks, however, for being so brave, seeing as he knew he would never be able to do the same. Compared to the rest of the Berks, he lives a fairly boring life. Some know he skips out on dragon training, but he usually goes unnoticed, anyway. Every morning, he can be found near a lake, either fishing or reading a book. He tries to keep hidden, for he doesn't want others to know his big soft side.
Behind the Mask
NAME: Bob Ness
CHARACTERS:
WHERE YOU FOUND US: Proboards Support
CONTACTS: no contacting moi...i get enough mail as is
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Okay, so this was a whole different Tearoff, history and appearance wise. I wasn't sure if cursing is allowed (I must double check the rules), so I just blocked it out.
The wind passed over the trees, making the heat of Fire more bearable. Tearoff sat on a rock, his eyes closed, letting the breeze wash over him. He wished the heat would come back. This cool wind left him with a sick stomach. He wanted to barf. Maybe barf out his anger. He snorted, standing up. The wind didn't stop. The branches danced, the leaves waved happily. No, he thought angrily. Why does everything seem so happy when I'm upset? He took out his sword, and sliced right through the trunk of the small tree. It fell over with a loud crash, half in the water, half out. As if it was surprised, the wind did stop.
Tearoff clenched his hands around his sword, narrowing his yellow eyes at the tree. When nothing came out, he relaxed, sliding Orion into his scabbard. "There," he mumbled, sitting down on his rock again. "That worked." He stared out into the water, listening to the sound of the waterfall. **** whoever killed his wife. He was going to make them suffer, right after he figured out where his son was. Kilic... he thought. The kid was nine by now. Tearoff sighed. He was growing up so fast, and his own Daddy wasn't there to see it. "Oh, Kilic," he whispered. "Once I find you, we'll live together forever. I'll never leave you alone again."
Once he was finished thinking about his son, Tearoff took out his hunting knife and carved his initials into the tree he knocked down, nice and large: T.H. "There," he muttered. If the killer came by this area, he'd know Tearoff was on the lookout for him. And, if he gave a **** to study up on the man, he'd learn Tearoff was a demon and could slice him down in one move. Tearoff cracked two of his fingers, then scratched his head. He was hungry. He thought. At least, he could hear his stomach growling. It HAD been a while since he'd eaten anything. He was usually too busy to stop to eat. Much too busy.
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