Post by rhys on Jan 7, 2012 17:04:25 GMT -5
NOAHDEREKTYLER !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: Nothing really
age: Twenty, born on December 27th, 1991
gender: Male
role: Student teacher in French
sexuality: Heterosexual
played by: Zayn Malik[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
personality: Noah is bubbly, clumsy, chirpy and down-to-earth, he's quiet natured, but he isn't shy. He's considered a "faviorite" teacher, mainly because he still acts like a kid himself.He has no problem speaking his mind when necessary, and he's very honest even if he is too much so sometimes. He never means to insult or hurt anyone's feelings but he does it accidently sometimes. Noah's very reserved, and passionate about what he believes in. He's very curious and inquizitive, and he is geniuinely interested in what other people have to say. He's a good listener. Despite being a bit of a sweetheart Noah hates...feelings. He doesn't tell you if he likes you or not. He gets pretty stubborn in that area. Your best way of finding out is if you ask him and he shrugs and says "well, you're not a threat." Noah loves standing out. He usually does random things just for the heck of it. He doesn't care if people are watching. He has a child-like innocence to him, and something about him tells you you can trust him.
likes: Climbing trees, rain, violin, dark rooms, his job, puppies, sour sweets, bramble jam, jokes, trilby hats, action/comedy movies, checked shirts, writing on his typewriter, sarcasm, scarves, not taking anything seriously, curries.
dislikes: Horses, too much light, nagging, being corrected, glasses, crying, emotion of any kind, failure.
strengths: His intelligence, kind heart, and he's a little bit sweet. He listens and he's a good laugh. He's easy to get along with and very loyal.
weaknesses: He's stubborn, clumsy, and his curiousity usually gets the better of him. But his biggest falw is his inability to admit his emotions. He hates everything emotional.
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: Derek Tyler
siblings: Older brother, Samson "Sammy" Tyler, aged 32
significant other (s): Two nephews, Derek Tyler Jr (aged 8) and Tommy Tyler (3), and niece Lily-Anne Tyler (8)
pets: Three alsatian puppies, Lemony (M), Jacques (M), Kit (F), all 5 months old.
hometown: Manchester. He only lived there briefly though.
brief history: Noah was born in Manchester just twenty years ago, to his mum, dad and older brother. 6 months later the family moved here. Not much is known about Noah's history. He says he "doesn't like to talk about it, but it was normal enough." It's thought most of his young life didn't have his mum and dad in it. They were very wealthy, but workaholics. Noah was practically raised by his brother Samson, who he knows as "Sammy". When Noah was 5 his parents died in a car accident.
Samson was only 17, so Noah spent a year in care. One failed foster family later and Samson was 18 and able to be his brother's legal gaurdian. Noah took an eager interest in school and decided to be a teacher after he passed the age of wanting to be a space cowboy. Well, looks like he's done it. He's just moved out of Samson's house and into his own flat. Samson didn't want him to go, but Noah insisted his brother needs his space.[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
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RP sample:
The top of Ember hill was famous for how scary it looked. If you were brave enough to take the long, tiresome journey from the nearest town, you'd then have to climb the mountainside. It was steep and crumbling away. You had to be careful with the amount of noise you made, too. One over-the-top yell or louder agitated remark and you would have to dodge rocks hurdling at you from the top. After you'd done that, well, you make it to the top. Your reward was the most breathtaking view any hill could offer you - but even then you had to be careful where you walked or stood. The unevened rocky ground meant one false move could be fatal, and the infamous reoccurring rainfall didn't help. You had to be couragious to take on Ember Hill - and that was something my partner was entirely. Well, he thought he was, anyway. Riley stood with his shoulders slumped, practising his lets-get-down-to-business face, but his brown eyes nervously darted to the edge of the cliff. I knew he hated heights. It was a huge struggle for Donovan to try and convince him to do this job in the first place. He thanked God Riley was such a pushover. It was still like trying to duck a cat's head underwater though. He buried one hand deep into the pocket of his coat, pullling out a pale blue lighter. He flicked the side of it, a dark orange spark dancing and snapping, but fizzling before going out again. Riley frowned. He tried clicking the switch over and over again and again. The lighter stubbornly refused to produce any flame. He scowled and held out his hand to me, letting the lighter tumble from his palm to rest on his fingertips. "Mikey, do you have a lighter I can lend?" He asked. "This one's busted." "Michael," I corrected with a frown. I fumbled into my pocket and pulled out my own lighter, offering it out for Riley to take. "And I'm sure it's not busted. You do use it a lot. It's probably just knackered." "It's busted," Riley corrected. He clumsily stuck a ciggerate into his mouth, letting it droop over his bottom lip as he clicked the edge of my lighter. It caught fire immedately. Riley pressed the flame to the end of his ciggerate and it lit up with an orange-yellow light. Riley inhaled deeply, the tense muscles in his body relaxing immediately. He breathed out the clear smoke and turned back to me with a serious look. "When's the russian due?" "Thirty minutes ago," I mumbled. Riley cocked an eyebrow but he didn't say anything. Something told me this guy scared him a little. We'd never met him, but he'd spoken to Riley on the phone. By the buzz of his voice I heard he had a Russian accent, a low one at that. He SOUNDED scary and all. He spoke coldly, talking to Riley about "professional" issues, but sounding more like he was barking orders. Something told me this guy could order dry cleaning and make someone beg for mercy with a voice like his. "What does he want, anyway?" Riley opened his mouth to answer, but we both stopped at the sudden sound of stones crunching from behind us. Both of our heads snapped around in alarm. Riley's ciggerate even fell from his mouth, but he didn't seem to care.
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