WRIGHT, timothy andrais

[tim]

TIMOTHYANDRAISWRIGHT !

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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE

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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]

[/COLOR][/B]: timothy andrais wright.
nicknames: tim, timmy
birthday: 26 march, 1993
gender: male
position: local
sexuality: bisexual
played by: danny jones[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]

TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE

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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]

[/COLOR][/B]: The colour of dark chocolate, Timothy's hair is fairly untameable, framing his face in a rather haphazard way unless he does some serious styling. He's rather forgetful about getting it cut, and constantly needs to brush it out of his face in the middle of whatever he's doing. His eyes are a sort of green-blue, depending on the lighting. They are almond-shaped, framed by lashes which might be considered a bit long. His eyebrows are dark and straight, curving down at the ends, and his nose is freckled and slightly round. He doesn't have a well-defined jawline, though his chin juts out just a bit. His body type might be considered average, bordering on fit. He does work out, after all. But there's still a sort of youthful, lanky look about him which can often lead to awkwardness.
personality: Timothy is basically the calm guy in the group. He handles difficult situations with ease, and often finds himself acting as the peacemaker. That being said, he isn't totally naive or boring. He can be a little crazy, at times - he just doesn't go over the edge. He likes to get out, have a good time, and return home safely. He can be quite withdrawn about his emotions around people he doesn't know or trust, as he feels a bit embarassed putting his heart on his sleeve. Even around those he's known forever, he isn't entirely comfortable discussing that sort of thing. That being said, he doesn't hide his personality at all. He loves being the center of attention, loves joking around, loves meeting people. It seems that, no matter where he is, there's a friend nearby. Most people (old ladies, mean-lookin' gangsters and muddy three-year-olds included) find him to be perfectly acceptable. He does a lot of volunteer work, but doesn't really talk about it often. He's very ambitious, and generally quite kind and considerate of others. He can be terribly sweet, when it suits him, and always goes the extra mile to make a person feel 'special.' Where his close friends are concerned, he can be fiercely protective. Because of this, he's gotten into trouble on a number of occasions - mainly trying to stop fights those same friends have started. He won't hesitate to punch a tough guy in the face if they're giving his buddy a hard time. Overall, he's kind of the baby-sitter. He doesn't really mind; he just wishes everyone would act maturely and responsibly. He'll be a bit of a dare devil, but only if the 'dare devil' act doesn't involve putting his life in jeopardy.
likes: cats, geography, spaghetti, goofing off, "dancing," skiing, snowboarding, ratty old runners, jeans, hanging around, playing piano, playing guitar, singing, helping old people, family dinners, drinking, doing stuff just for the hell of it, rootbeer floats, yelling during thunder storms, home-made pizza, climbing trees, flirting, hockey, rock 'n' roll, comedies
dislikes: math, cauliflower, spinach, brussel sprouts, being too cold, embarassing himself, horror movies (he's a bit of a wimp), constantly having to get his friends out of trouble, early sunsets, rejection, confusion, rap music, disrespect, people who bully others just 'cause, bad drivers, fruity drinks, centipedes.
strengths: problem-solving, patience, understanding, determination, perseverance, ambition, caring, optimistic, humourous, imaginative, music, getting people out of trouble, staying out of trouble, knowing when to stop, keeping things hidden
weaknesses: afraid to try too hard, afraid to invest in emotional closeness, easily stressed, a good cuddle, acting like he's into people he actually isn't, can't handle dramatic situations when he's involved in them, pushover when it comes to friends, always doing favours, stubbornness, clumsy, a bit homesick.
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE

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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]

[/COLOR][/B]: Evelyn Wright, 41, school teacher. He loves her dearly, and she's always supported him. He misses her a lot, too, being away at school, but it was such a good opportunity that they couldn't pass it up. He's always gotten along well with his mum.
father: Frank Wright, 45, electrician. He's close to his dad, too. They're always 'talking technical,' and Frank loves to explain his craft to his son. He didn't want Timothy to go to school in Jackson, but Tim's mom convinced him that it was for the best.
siblings: Melissa Wright, 22, local. Growing up, Melissa was always the black sheep of the three siblings, and it was usually her against Tim and Becky. However, since her move to Jacksonville, she's been trying to fix that,
Rebecca Wright, 16, junior. Before Tim left for boarding school, he was extremely close to Becky. He always knew when she was upset about something, and he was the classic, over-protective big brother. Plus, she was his partner in crime against Melissa when they were younger. When Tim went to Jacksonville, Becky missed him so much that his parents eventually got fed up and let her attend Jackson High, as well.
significant other (s): None
pets: Chiggy the cat. A fat beast covered in a hodgepodge of colours, which he recieved on his eight birthday.
hometown: New York City[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]

SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT

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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]

[/COLOR][/B]: Kitty (=
other characters here: Eleanor Smit
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RP sample:

Okay. Scorpius was quite convinced that these suits of armor were alive. For one, he'd been in the very middle of the hall, as far away from the bloody things as possible. Not because he was scared, really; he just found that the old, rusted statues had a tendency to reach out and trip unsuspecting students or, should that tactic fail, simply fall on top of them. Which was why he stayed as far away from them as possible. Besides, the thick darkness beneath their unpolished helmets was just creepy. Of course, it was entirely possible that this particular suit of armor hadn't just leapt from the wall to stand, precariously balanced by two pale, thin hands, in front of him. Perhaps the rug was to blame. Looking back now, Scorpius could see a rather definted crumple in the maroon fabric which indicated a bump. One that was big enough to trip over. One that would send him, not the haunted shell of an old warrior, flying. Which was why he was now stuck in an odd position, unable to move for fear of dropping the thing to the floor. The faint creak it had made as it lunged forward was already quite enough noise for such a deserted area of the school. He'd wanted to frighten Boot, yes, but not by creating a racket loud enough to bring all the ghosts in the castle back to life. He'd been following more along the lines of 'sneak up behind her and yell something.' She was known for being a bit on the timid side, despite the shining prefect badge she wore so proudly. And why she was monitering this hallway - the one where the gross, difficult kids hung out - was quite beyond him. Though it was definitely adding to the atmosphere of fear he'd hoped to create... His arms beginning to ache from the effort of supporting so much weight, Scorpius turned his attention back to the armor, glaring up into the place a pair of eyes should've been. "Why do you have to be so bloody difficult?" he muttered under his breath. When it didn't answer (not that he had been expecting it to), he readjusted himself, peering at the base from which it had fallen and trying to find a way to put it back. Just to make things exceedingly difficult for him, the feet remained on the small pedistal, having come completely unattached from the body. Whoever had put these here certainly didn't have much access to the world of logic; if you're going to secure the feet, you might as well secure the whole thing, right? That would make the most sense. Scorpius was still puzzling over ways to get out of his current situation when Boot pulled the exact trick he'd been hoping to use. She'd somehow managed to sneak up behind him, and hadn't realized that speaking suddenly could startle a boy. Suprised, the Malfoy heir spun around, eyes wide. Just as he was about to come to terms with the shock she'd so kindly provided, a much more disturbing sound came from behind. Again, he spun, staring down at the suit of armor which now lay, broken into several pieces, on the floor. Taking a moment to breath, Scorpius surveyed the damage. Deciding that dealing with Selena Boot, sworn enemy of his best friend, was more important than repairing school property, he swung around for a third time, casting the girl in a cold, steely gaze. "Merlin, Boot. Why'd you have to go and do that?" He tried to insert a certain amount of harshness into his voice, though he was still a bit breathless from the events of the past couple of seconds.

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