Post by !Skye* on Jan 13, 2009 21:24:18 GMT -5
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"Hi Everyone! My name is Jack Zachary Timbers, but you can just call me Jay. I was born on October Eleventh, and I am currently Fourteen. I'm the kinda guy that likes girls, but I don't have a girlfriend with me everywhere I walk. I guess you could call me a lone wolf. Sometimes, my few friends call me that; Wolf. Its just how I seem to be. Yeah, I've got parents. But I haven't seen them for a while. I don't really care what's happening to them. I lived with my uncle Thomas for a while, until I came here. I like it better. I'm detached from people I knew. I prefer it to the people constantly telling me that I look like Chris Kelly. I don't care about that though. I usually just ignored them anyways. Being here means new beginnings and new people to meet. I don't have many friends yet, though.. Its okay. I'm sure I'll make some, and maybe even get myself a lady! Well, I gotta go. Seeya around!"
Special Ability:
Hear that? Its the waves lapping on the shoreline. Its so smooth and quiet, and barely even stirrs the sleep of the soft sand. But watch--listen closer. Do you hear them crashing harder on the stones in the sand? Do you hear the seashells clattering against the stones in the water? Listen to the raging movement now, rapid tempos and spinning drifts. I did that. I can move the water. It used to not be easy. I used to subconciously swish the swells of the water. I used to live on the seashore. I would play in the swaying water. It would be smooth and tranquil. My mother, foul and useless in this world, would call me to do something--well, lets face it--useless. The waves would begin to churn more heavily. My mood would manipulate the currents. I have learned to control it now. I can use many more recources to change it now. I can even create it, when I try hard enough. Now I can move the liquid with motions, moods, or my mind. I'm sure I'll find many more ways to move it eventually. Right now, I don't care much. There isn't very much water around here. The only use is to get a drink during gym, or swish the water in the small pond. Sometimes I can mess with chemicals in the lab if they have water in them!
Personality:
Its hard for me to describe myself simply. Its like trying trying to get a dove out of its nest. As simple as it seems, you can never bring yourself to disturb the peace of such a serene creature. Or maybe its just me. I guess thats a good way to describe me, at least part of the time. When alone, I am tranqul and quiet. I have serene manner to everything I do in solo. Like I said earlier, I'm a lone wolf, in so many ways. Silence is an important part. I usually do not play games in my head or twiddle my fingers, or try to stack stones. I'm just the person who sits and thinks, and I never talk to myself.
This isn't the only me. I'm not Always a lone wolf. I have buddies, allies to my forces. I live, I laugh, I love as well. In truth, I love to mess around. I'm a pretty wily guy, actually. I mess around all the time at school. I never really do my work, unless I know that it will affect my grade and thusly get me a worse college, that is closer to home. I joke around and mess with my friends all the time--I'm never really shy to them, or for that matter, anyone else. So, I guess you could call me the soloist for most of the time, but its amazing to see how wily a lone wolf is!
Physical Description:
Well take a look! I've got a pretty average figure. I'm tall enough, but short compared to the older students here at Solstice Boarding School! Yeah, I'm another one--light skin all across my body, minimal fluctuations. I've got brown hair, not dark like chocolate or light like cream. Just...simple and plain brown. Its not like those ugly, short army haircuts that make you look bald anyway. Its about an inch or two in in lengh. Its always messy, really. I never find it very useful to comb it. Combing it just seems to waste my valuable time for Video Games! Hey, I'm not that wierd. I like Mario just as much as the rest of 'em!
Now this is what the ladies flip for! My eyes are thin, kinda like Chinese folks. I personally think that they add to the warmth of my smile, though. They have huge irises and tiny pupils. Its nice, I guess. Their actual color is a teal sort of shade. Like the ocean--but crystalized like quarts! My nose is very modest in shape. Not like one of those freaky 'Andrew Jackson' noses or anything. Its not sharp at all. Its actually pretty round and dull. My mouth is broad, and houses several straight, white teeth. My Uncle Thomas, who I used to lived with, was a dentist, and always very particular about how I keep my teeth. I've had braces, spacers, retainers, all that crap. I have to admit, though, I like my smile now. I think it was worth it!
Other: 'Tis Talli from DL! *cough* and the thread right below this! (skye peters)
History:
Well, its a long story; I won't get into the details. Lets simplify things. It was a cold October morning, on the eleventh to be specific, that I woke up and opened my eyes. The docters and nurses there to help my mother give birth were in love with me, as my uncle tells; He was there too. My mother looked down on me and scowled. My own mother didn't like me. She thought that I looked too much like like my uncle, and she had never liked my uncle either. She denied my existance for a long time. My father, who was also the neglectant sort of type, would leave me home alone when he went to work. Thankfully, I don't remember any of this. Finally, when I was about five, my uncle Thomas decided that he must do something about it. He contacted some people of some sort, went to a court, and took me as if I was his own son. I was so glad to be out of that place.
Uncle Thomas lived on a street with tons of fun friends for me to play with, and a wonderful school with Miss Kelly, my first grade teacher. I had a nana who looked after me when I was alone. She was very friendly. I'm not sure what her real name was, but I just called her Nana. I went through grade shcool like any other student--learing, being a hyper child. I learned--at this time--how not to be embarrased at most anything. My uncle was an dentist, and always made sure my teeth were perfect. Through elementary, I had braces and retainers and spacers and crap like that. But at least my smile is nice!
I went to grades seven and eight at a small charter school. I got lots of good grades there, but it was easy. My uncle Thomas finally got a promotion, and had to move to Pensilvannia for a new job in orthidontia. He decided it best for me not to go with him, and he sent me here, to Solstice Boarding School. I like it well enought. The freedom is wonderful! And there are so many things to do around her. Best of all, I'm not with my crappy mother anymore!
"Hi Everyone! My name is Jack Zachary Timbers, but you can just call me Jay. I was born on October Eleventh, and I am currently Fourteen. I'm the kinda guy that likes girls, but I don't have a girlfriend with me everywhere I walk. I guess you could call me a lone wolf. Sometimes, my few friends call me that; Wolf. Its just how I seem to be. Yeah, I've got parents. But I haven't seen them for a while. I don't really care what's happening to them. I lived with my uncle Thomas for a while, until I came here. I like it better. I'm detached from people I knew. I prefer it to the people constantly telling me that I look like Chris Kelly. I don't care about that though. I usually just ignored them anyways. Being here means new beginnings and new people to meet. I don't have many friends yet, though.. Its okay. I'm sure I'll make some, and maybe even get myself a lady! Well, I gotta go. Seeya around!"
Special Ability:
Hear that? Its the waves lapping on the shoreline. Its so smooth and quiet, and barely even stirrs the sleep of the soft sand. But watch--listen closer. Do you hear them crashing harder on the stones in the sand? Do you hear the seashells clattering against the stones in the water? Listen to the raging movement now, rapid tempos and spinning drifts. I did that. I can move the water. It used to not be easy. I used to subconciously swish the swells of the water. I used to live on the seashore. I would play in the swaying water. It would be smooth and tranquil. My mother, foul and useless in this world, would call me to do something--well, lets face it--useless. The waves would begin to churn more heavily. My mood would manipulate the currents. I have learned to control it now. I can use many more recources to change it now. I can even create it, when I try hard enough. Now I can move the liquid with motions, moods, or my mind. I'm sure I'll find many more ways to move it eventually. Right now, I don't care much. There isn't very much water around here. The only use is to get a drink during gym, or swish the water in the small pond. Sometimes I can mess with chemicals in the lab if they have water in them!
Personality:
Its hard for me to describe myself simply. Its like trying trying to get a dove out of its nest. As simple as it seems, you can never bring yourself to disturb the peace of such a serene creature. Or maybe its just me. I guess thats a good way to describe me, at least part of the time. When alone, I am tranqul and quiet. I have serene manner to everything I do in solo. Like I said earlier, I'm a lone wolf, in so many ways. Silence is an important part. I usually do not play games in my head or twiddle my fingers, or try to stack stones. I'm just the person who sits and thinks, and I never talk to myself.
This isn't the only me. I'm not Always a lone wolf. I have buddies, allies to my forces. I live, I laugh, I love as well. In truth, I love to mess around. I'm a pretty wily guy, actually. I mess around all the time at school. I never really do my work, unless I know that it will affect my grade and thusly get me a worse college, that is closer to home. I joke around and mess with my friends all the time--I'm never really shy to them, or for that matter, anyone else. So, I guess you could call me the soloist for most of the time, but its amazing to see how wily a lone wolf is!
Physical Description:
Well take a look! I've got a pretty average figure. I'm tall enough, but short compared to the older students here at Solstice Boarding School! Yeah, I'm another one--light skin all across my body, minimal fluctuations. I've got brown hair, not dark like chocolate or light like cream. Just...simple and plain brown. Its not like those ugly, short army haircuts that make you look bald anyway. Its about an inch or two in in lengh. Its always messy, really. I never find it very useful to comb it. Combing it just seems to waste my valuable time for Video Games! Hey, I'm not that wierd. I like Mario just as much as the rest of 'em!
Now this is what the ladies flip for! My eyes are thin, kinda like Chinese folks. I personally think that they add to the warmth of my smile, though. They have huge irises and tiny pupils. Its nice, I guess. Their actual color is a teal sort of shade. Like the ocean--but crystalized like quarts! My nose is very modest in shape. Not like one of those freaky 'Andrew Jackson' noses or anything. Its not sharp at all. Its actually pretty round and dull. My mouth is broad, and houses several straight, white teeth. My Uncle Thomas, who I used to lived with, was a dentist, and always very particular about how I keep my teeth. I've had braces, spacers, retainers, all that crap. I have to admit, though, I like my smile now. I think it was worth it!
Other: 'Tis Talli from DL! *cough* and the thread right below this! (skye peters)
History:
Well, its a long story; I won't get into the details. Lets simplify things. It was a cold October morning, on the eleventh to be specific, that I woke up and opened my eyes. The docters and nurses there to help my mother give birth were in love with me, as my uncle tells; He was there too. My mother looked down on me and scowled. My own mother didn't like me. She thought that I looked too much like like my uncle, and she had never liked my uncle either. She denied my existance for a long time. My father, who was also the neglectant sort of type, would leave me home alone when he went to work. Thankfully, I don't remember any of this. Finally, when I was about five, my uncle Thomas decided that he must do something about it. He contacted some people of some sort, went to a court, and took me as if I was his own son. I was so glad to be out of that place.
Uncle Thomas lived on a street with tons of fun friends for me to play with, and a wonderful school with Miss Kelly, my first grade teacher. I had a nana who looked after me when I was alone. She was very friendly. I'm not sure what her real name was, but I just called her Nana. I went through grade shcool like any other student--learing, being a hyper child. I learned--at this time--how not to be embarrased at most anything. My uncle was an dentist, and always made sure my teeth were perfect. Through elementary, I had braces and retainers and spacers and crap like that. But at least my smile is nice!
I went to grades seven and eight at a small charter school. I got lots of good grades there, but it was easy. My uncle Thomas finally got a promotion, and had to move to Pensilvannia for a new job in orthidontia. He decided it best for me not to go with him, and he sent me here, to Solstice Boarding School. I like it well enought. The freedom is wonderful! And there are so many things to do around her. Best of all, I'm not with my crappy mother anymore!
