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Post by Daniel 'Tiger' Thomas on Apr 29, 2007 20:23:16 GMT -5
ABOUT THE CHARACTER Name: Daniel Thomas, but he goes by Tiger, and that is all people call him. Though he did not give himself the name, he is rather fond of it. Age: 17 Gender: Male Year: 7 Celebrity: Pete Wentz
Appearance: ((sorry, I hope it is okay if I do it this way, but splitting up appearance just bothers me for some reason, I can't write like that))
A rather pale skinned hand runs its long fingers through a forest of unkempt spiky black hair. Or at least it usually does, Tiger's black hair has previously been in what most people would call an 'emo' hair cut, though has now spiked it up and prefers this, though he has never really taken all that much interest in how he looks. He really never cares about what other people say about him behind his back, and he does know that people talk about him. Knowing him it is kind of hard not to. So he doesn't really blame people that do, but he does think that they should at least make sure he can't hear them, which isn't really the case. Tiger is rather used to getting slightly strange looks, and doesn't appear to really care. Though inside it crushes him to feel like such an outcast, he never lets it show.
It seems odd that people would think that this boy that looks kind of helpless intimidating. He doesn't appear particularly strong, and he doesn't go around being mean to people. He does how ever, stand taller then most of them at sizx foot one and a half. He is above average in the height department. Though he doesn't look it Tiger is actually pretty strong, and usually perfectly ready to get into a fight being quite suspicious of everybody around him.
If it's not Tiger's height that people it might be his wardrobe. Tiger's closet is filled with black, black, black, and more black. With an occasional silver chain hanging off the leg of one of his pairs of pants, but other then that there is not much of a variety. Also Tiger doesn't really like long sleeve shirts so th numerous tattoos on his arms are clearly visable, and so are to some peoples eyes several scars on his wrists, or at least they think so, nobody but Tiger knows if they actually exist or not, and he really isn't about to tell anyone.
Personality: Tiger has always been known for being rather unpredictable. One minute you can be having a nice civilized conversation, and the next he's holding a knife and you can see by the look on his face that he would like nothing better then to slit your throat. The problem is, that you can never really tell what is going to trigger such a reaction, or if it even has anything to do with you or if it is just his mind going off on its own. One subject that always sets him off is the mention of the word 'father' or anything family related. But it take a little to really know what to avoid with him. To most people he is just completely insane. Though some extent that is true, it really is not the whole story. The only ones that know the whole story aren't even people. Over Dose and Bingo do know and are the only ones that do, apart from Tiger himself of course. But you will never hear him talk about it. There really isn't a person that he really trusts. He is naturally suspicious and really never lets his guard down no matter who he is with. And trying to get him drunk so he'll tell you something will only succeed in some near fatal injuries.
Tigers mood swings are so bad that there are even a couple people that are under the belief that he is schizophrenic and even more that think he is bipolar, Both of these are completely false. Hie is how ever depressed, there is no denying that. Though he isn't really goth, he does dress like it. It seems he could be considered a cross between punk, emo, and goth if you really wanted to stereotype him Or you could just go with freak, cause that kinda s what he is. That should leave everybody happy. Because Tiger really couldn't care less what people do say about him behind his back. Truthfully he doesn't get why they just don't tell him what they say, I mean, it's not like he doesn't already know.
Though many people interpret Tiger's quick jump to violence as labeling him as sadistic, even satanic. These accusations how ever are completely false. he does not enjoy making people suffer and he wants absolutely nothing to do with the devil. It is true however that Tiger does have a fixation with blood. How ever freaky or weird it might be it does not make him a sadist. Particularly because he is more fascinated with his own blood. Though part of him slightly enjoys pain, it is pain to himself not to those around him. Truthfully he wants peace not war and doesn't really want to jump to violence, it's just in his nature. Not that he is evil. It is in his nature because he is full of suspicion and really doesn't trust anyone. This means he is kind of on edge. He thinks other people want to hurt him and there for wants to get them before they get him.
When Tiger is in a good mood he is easy to talk to and can really be a great friend. He is athe perfect person to tell a secret because he really doesn't talk. Though he has a quite anti-social domineer, he can actually be quite nice. Though seeing him smile is a rare occurrence, it is possible. When your down he is good at cheering people up. Not with a good sense of humor, because that is something that he certainly doesn't have, but because he is understanding and compassionate about other peoples problems having so many of his own. He is always ready to help out a friend in need. It is becoming his friend that s the challenge. Not being his friend. As he doesn't talk, it is rare that he says something to offend somebody.At least by accident.
When Tiger is in kind of a neutral mood it is best to kind of leave him alone and keep your distance. During these times he usually writes or reads a book. He generally tries to stay like this because he has been known to be over ridden by his emotions because he is not exactly known for his control over himself and when he has relatively extreme emotions has been known to be completely reckless.
Is anything really needed to describe Tiger in a bad mood? Didn't think so. he is just frankly, pissed. So unless you have a death wish it would be smart to just leave him alone. He seems to b fueled by anger and is a much better fighter when mad so advise watch your back. And remember that he never leaves home without he weapons. And if you are going to see him remember his is mad about ninty five percent of the time. Thats why he is a dangerous enemy, and an even more dangerous friend.
Likes:
- music
- animals
- his dog Bingo
- his horse Over Dose
- His owl Lithium
- being alone
Dislikes:
- people who hurt animals
- people who think they are better then him
- People
- Being disturbed
- His father Robert
History: Having to follow in the footsteps of a sibling who does everything right is an absolutely horrible thing. Something that is ever worse is having your father be head auror at the ministry of magic. Though this might not seem all that bad, Tiger will certainly tell you otherwise. He can't stand the, shall we use his words? bastard. He thinks he is a complete idiot unworthy to walk the planet. Maybe that is why he hates it so much. No matter where he turns there is some reminder of him. Be it an article in the Daily Prophet or just something talking about the aurors. It is a legacy that he just can't seem to escape, no matter where he turns, and nothing could drive him crazy faster, even though it is debatable between weather or not he is already crazy. Most people will give you a positive answer on that...few would go farther and call him insane. And a couple might just tell you that he is a freak.
You might wonder why being reminded of his father everywhere is such a bad thing, but to Tiger nothing could be worse. He can't really explain why, but her really can't stand him. He was always working long hours and was never home, and through that time Tiger became extremely close to his mother Jessica. Unfortunately good things never last, at least not in Tiger's life. She was murdered in revenge by the husband of one of the people his father had sent to jail. After that Tiger not only hated the fact that he had to like up to his standards, but also blamed him and at times wished that he to were dead. And he always wished it was him rather then his mother Jessica.
In an attempt to get him out of the depression that Tiger seemed to have spiraled into Robert tried to get him into everything possible. Not because he actually cared about his son, but because he found it as an embarrassment to him and their family name. The Thomas' being a long line of pureblood wizards. Eventually, after every wizarding idea failed he reluctantly ventured into the muggle world. this he could not stand, he wasn't exactly open minded with muggle borns. Tiger how ever, couldn't care less. Finally, he found something that helped, it certainly didn't relieve his state of mind, but it certainly helped. It was horseback riding. He had never felt anyhting like the adrenaline rush when he was in the saddle. Between riding and getting absorbed in his music tiger began to be able to function properly in society again without totally breaking down every five minutes. Tiger went off to school to leave his lab and thoroughbred stallion back at his house where he completely didn't rust his father to take care of them, but he didn't have another option. Thankfully he was able to bring his owl because he wouldn't have been able to survive without at least one of his pets, though Tiger is often worse during the school year from being away from Dose and Bingo. Though he did manage to take the wizarding version of a radio and alter it to pick up the muggle channels he loves to listen to, though unfortunately he can't figure out how to make his mp3 player work in the castle walls and can't listen to the music as he pleases, which makes his mood even worse because blasting some of his favorite Evanescence always makes him feel better when he is feeling down.
Though Tiger is a good student and gets good grades in school, he was never able to live up to his father or his standards. He is a smart seventen year old and spends most of his free time writing fiction which he finds is a good way for him to express himself and wishes to get published someday, though he doubts that it will ever happen, he still dreams of being a top author.
ABOUT YOU Name: Well, i don't want to give you guys my name, well, not yet anyway...online I go by Tiger, Demon, or occasionally Liz (another one of my characters) Years of Experience: maybe 1...or almost? something like that. Sample Post: ((old, but I haven't played him in a while)
It wasn't his fault he had no self control. And really, it hadn't beed all him. Okay, so, Daniel had a slight ADD problem. It wasn't major, he didn't actually have it. Let's just say that he was close. Well, he got distracted easily. And really, he doubted there was s soul alive that could have resisted it. Well, at least not a horse lover.
Tiger hadn't gone to the stable to take his horse out for a ride. He just, did. He hadn't meant to. All he had been planning on doing was making sure the stallion was alright. But since when did Tiger do what he planned? never. He did what he wanted when he wanted. He was a spur of the moment kind of person. It was just the way he was. If anyone had a problem with him being that way, well, that just sucked for them. Or, the way Tiger liked to put it...... "Fuck off!!!!"
He had a slight tendency to curse a lot. Okay, so a major one. Everyone was always telling him to watch his mouth or bite his tongue. But he didn't. Cursing didn't bother him. It was just words. He figured there were damn few words that everyone understood to get your point across. Use all of them. He didn't get the point of avoiding some. He didn't know how many times he had heard his dad tell him, "If you curse all the time then you will have nothing to say when you really need it," well, he was wrong. If something really bad happened, just curse louder.
It was the way Tiger always operated. And he had no intention of changing that. He didn't curse all the time, just when he was pissed. And lets face it. Thats at least ninety percent of the time. But still, he tried to hold his tongue, or at least sometimes he did, but he couldn't. All his friends at home had a tendency to curse. It was what they did. It was just a form of language. The group of them had a contest to see who could go the longest without cursing.
Tiger usually won their little competitions. But let's just say he failed miserably. As in he lasted a total of three minutes. It was pathetic. But it wasn't his problem, and he really didn't care. If anybody had a problem with that they could just like fuck off. He really didn;t care. It was the kind of person he was. Or at least sometimes.
So, Dan wasn't in a very good mood right then. He didn't exactly know why. Okay, so he did. It wasn't is fault his father was a pain. He hated him. And now he was really mad because he had just gotten a letter from him. If you looked at his hand you could see a crumpled peice of paper in it. That was the letter he had just opened.....
Dear Daniel,
I hope everything is well there? How is that pesky stallion of yours? I hop he is doing well. And I hope you are doing even better. I hope life away from here is okay, I know you probobly miss your friends, and I miss you also.
Love, Dad
There wasn't a word of truth in that letter. Couldn't he even pretend to care? That was the first letter he had recieved since he last saw his dad. He had been so mad that he hadn't sent anything. And now that he had he wished he hadn't. This was even worse then not hearing anything from them. Oh how he just wanted to kill him. And the thing was, that how ever often Daniel Tiger might be joking, or not carry something out. He always carried out a threat. He never dropt it.
First of all, he didn't hope that everything was well. That was just a down right lie. And Tiger knew it. He didn't give a shit about how he was. And he knew it. Oh, and also, Daniel, HIS NAME WAS TIGER!! But his dad refused to use it. That just bothered him. Above anything else. But he knew that would be the case. Hr never used his real name. But back to the actual content.
Pesky stallion? He had probably used those words because he was to lazy to lazy to go find something that would tell him. Not like he would know what his sons horse's name was. Why should he? It was just a horse. And he should know by now not to call the stallion pesky. Tiger couldn't stand that. He called him pesky all the time, but if someone else did it they were as good as dead.
He didn't care how things were with him. And it was his fault that Tiger was missing his friends anyway. Oh, and he didn't miss him. He was probobly celebrating having him out of the house. Well, that figures. He might not care about any of those things. But he might as well attempt to make it sound like he did. I mean come on. That was just plain pathetic.
So, that was why Tiger was so pissed. That was why he had stormed out of his dorm and walked down towards the stable. He knew how to try to calm himself down. He walked past the stalls of horses without even blinking. He didn't even slow his fast pace until he reached the stall he was looking for. The gold plaque that beared the horses name read Over Dose.
Inside the stall stood a stallion. He was tall, he stood at 16.3 hands. Just short of seventeen. Not only that, but he was pure thoroughbred. He bore the coat of a dark bay. And he contained solid energy. The stallion tossed his head in the air as he saw Tiger approaching. He quickly realized that his rider was not in a good mood. But that did not soften his energy.
Tiger swung his legs over the door not bothering to open it. Throwing himself down at the corner of the stall he spat, "THE NERVE OF HIM!" The stallions head dropped. It was now even with Tigers. HIs eyes seemed to calm Tiger down slightly and as the stallion let out a whinney he said, "kay, okay," Climbing out of the stall he headed for the tack room.
He swung the bridal over is right shoulder and grabbed the saddle with his left arm. With his free hand he grabbed the grooming bucket. Sliding open the door to the stall he reentered that. Hanging the halter from a hook and resting the saddle on the door, he began to groom the stallion. By the time he had finished the dark brown coat was spotless. Grabbing the black leather saddle he laid it carefully above the white saddle bad and tightened the girth only slightly. Then he proceeded to the bridal. The stallion took the bit with ease.
Leading the stallion outside he tightened the girth and swung his leg over the back of the saddle. Settling both his feet in the stirrups he squeezed the stallions sides slightly and they were moving. Soon the reached their destination. The eventing field. He walked the stallion around a little more but then asked him to pick up a trot.
The stride was far from collected. It was long and out there. But it was fast. And that was what Tiger liked. He knew if they were going to be jumping he should probobly collect him. But speeding was just too much fun. Though the stride wasn't smooth it was a good gait. the stallion and rider seemed to move with ease.
It might not be the effortless moving as one that many amazing riders were able to accomplish. They weren't at that level. but that didn't mean they were not good. Because they were. After a while Tiger sat in the saddle and allowed his horse to change the gait to a canter.
The stride was smooth. Still they were speeding, now they were going even faster. He might not be a racer, but that didn't mean they weren't fast. Finally Tiger collected Over Dose. Bringing the pesky brute back to a walk he looked around trying to decide on a jump to take first. The stallion bit at the bit with anticipation. Other: *edited*
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Post by Abbie Chalk on Apr 29, 2007 20:55:02 GMT -5
Please read the rules more thoroughly.
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Post by Daniel 'Tiger' Thomas on Apr 29, 2007 21:01:07 GMT -5
woops, I always miss that
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Post by Abbie Chalk on Apr 29, 2007 21:06:26 GMT -5
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