Post by tosh on Jun 7, 2009 17:40:38 GMT -7
†Adrian-Liam-Harvester†
†Tosh†
[/center]†General Information†
Full Name:Harvester, Adrian L.
Nicknames: Tosh
Gender: Male
Age: Seven-Teen
Age they appear: Seven-Teen
Race: Vampire
Orientation: Heterosexual
Health Problems:
†Personality†
Basic Personality:
Tosh is a young man who lost it all at a very young age, and his personality reflects this clearly, that is if he'd let anyone close enough to see that side of him. He seems to be cold and dead on the inside, but this is only because he's a little shy, around almost anyone. He likes to be left alone a lot, wishing to just see to the end of his eternal life, end his pain and the pain he's caused. He's not really a bad guy, he's just a little misunderstood. He will almost always lend a hand to someone in need, no matter their race, but has seen that no one really treats him as an equal. Vampires cast him off as trash, werewolves call him blood-sucker, and human's call him monster.
He's found that he can sustain himself on animal blood, and actually prefers it over human blood. He can understand how vampires see humans as cattle, or at least he thinks he does; 'It's because they don't see the whole picture,' to put it in his words. Werewolves, he finds much more complicated, however. They are surely an intelligent race, in his eyes, but the fact that they fail to see through a veil of ancient racism and old deceit brings pity from him onto them. He's a meek young boy who would rather run than fight, feeling that fighting isn't what drives the world but surviving is.
Once you crack through Tosh's iron hide armor you'll find a kind young boy, who's confused, frustrated, and scared. Confused because he has no idea what he really is; Frustrated because he can't figure out if maybe he could turn back; and Scared of what he can do. He fears himself because he's afraid that one day animals wont be enough to sate his hunger. Confusion frustrates him, especially on a large scale, and can send him into a flying frenzy of clawing, ripping, tearing, biting, and smashing. He's 'damaged goods,' so to speak. He doesn't get along well with others very often, despite his willingness to go out of his way to help a total stranger. His cold silent cover is just that; a cover. A cover that, unless you were to find him helping someone, would seem to fit him perfectly.
He could very well be called a technological genius. He can, if given the materials needed, whip up a simple home use computer in a little over an hour, however these are prone to have major bugs in the system and often crash until he finally gets around to fixing the problems. He's a procrastinator at heart, and doesn't really like the idea of doing anything 'here' or 'now.' He likes to do things on his own schedule and feels that anyone who tries to force him to do otherwise should die. The boy's not exactly a lady killer killer, but he does seem to have some strange mysterious charm. His quietness is what attributes to this, as well as the way he seems to simply disappear from thin air.
Likes:
† Older women
† Solitude
† Animals
† Reading
† Video Games
Hates:
† Being confused
† Pompous jerks
† Feeding off humans
† The local Hierarchy
† Giddy-little-school-girl types
† Being a vampire
Talents:
† Techno-freak
† Driving (If his driving instructor was a daredevil)
† Parkour
† Plays electric bass
† Smarter then he looks
Habits:
† Playing with his food
† Watching humans
† Repeating what he types to himself
† Making random sounds for absolutely no reason
† Staring into nothingness
† Smokes Cigarettes, usually when nervous or bored.
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: Pale
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Build: Lean
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: On the left side of his neck, underneath a very intricate mesh of ink lines, two small round puncture scars hide.
It takes searching, and a lot of time, to find the marks, but once found they are unmistakably the mark of a vampire's kiss. Just above his left eyebrow are two, small sliver like scars, that he doesn't remember getting.Choice of Clothing: Tosh usually wears dark-colored, loose, comfortable clothes. Despite being cold in his heart the young man does enjoy the feel of good comfortable clothes, usually something like jeans, sneakers, a t-shirt and hoodie, although the hoodie's usually left home in warmer months.
Wolf Appearance:
Other: Stands at 5'11" and weighs 140 lbs. (approx.) Has short sharp fangs, barely longer then a human's canines, but are still obviously inhuman at first glance.
†History:†
History:
Tosh, or Adrian as he was known before the night his parents died, grew up in a very stable home with two loving caring guardians. The boy's father, Al, was a lawyer, or as his mother called him when she'd had a little to much to drink; a Lier. Despite his mother's seemingly abusive, drunken, comedy, the Tosh and his family had a very good life. His mother, Courtnie, was a stay-at-home-mom and a grand cook to boot. The pair had meet in high school, on bad terms, but after college, and returning to their home town, they found that they'd truly liked what the other had become. After awhile they fell in love, and married in autumn, the couple now nearing their thirty's. They had Tosh a few years later and spent 14 wonderful years with him.
These good time never seem to last long to a child though, especially when you watch one of your parents get torn to shreds, the other tossed out a third story window of a hotel, and get bleed almost completely dry during a family vacation. Tosh never did completely remember what had happened, although he does remember being whisked away by... someone, and seeing his father running away from the hotel. He was sure the last part was a mind trick but only a night before his mother died he thought vampires and werewolves didn't exist. He woke a few days later in a beautiful old Victorian house. At least he thought it was Victorian. He found where he was, however, was not a place he'd like to stay. The inhabitants of the house looked down on humans and he was sure he'd heard something about attacking some place that had a lot of humans around. He fled the house, leaving nothing but foot prints in his wake. He spent the rest of his days figuring out what he had become and what he could do. These things came slowly but he did find, almost immediately, that whatever had happened to him had increased his strength dramatically. It took him almost a year before he realized that he was a vampire, before he figured he was some other kind of monster.
It didn't take him long to find food after leaving the old Victorian; he came upon a young man, maybe barely out of his twenty's, and went for him. It was quick and easy to overtake the man, and the crimson nectar that flowed from his veins did more than satisfy. But this feeling of satisfaction soon turned to horror as Tosh realized what he had done. He flew off into the woods, living like an animal, feeding off of them. This was about when he realized he was no longer Adrian, the innocent young boy with a great future ahead of him, no now he was an animal, no a monster. And every monster, no matter it's disposition, had to have a name. That when the name just seemed to pop out from nothing. It started much more complex, and far to long for the young man would ever remember, but slowly, as time wore on, the name evolved, shortened, changed, until only four letter's were left; T-O-S-H.
It took the boy almost two years before he found a city, and boy was he ready for one, or was he? He found that, in his first week, human's feared him, werewolves hated him, and vampires spat on him. He'd come real close to out-right ripping out the throat of the first vampire who spat at him. But he was pinned to wall by another that was with him before he could sink his teeth into him. He'd been told something along the lines of 'Know your place,' at which the small vampire growled and was released. Tosh ran from the encounter, realizing he was no match for either of those people. He decided he was probably weaker then most other vampires as well and slowly began to focus more on escape and evasion then fighting, two skills that have kept him alive this long. But how long can a monster hold back the beast and how long can a boy hold out in a world of demons? How can a sheltered young boy, who once wondered why he wasn't aloud out after dark, find a way out of that world, and is there even really a way?
Mother/Father: Courtnie R. Harvester (Deceased)/ Albert S. Harvester (Believed to be dead)
Siblings: None
Offspring: None that he knows of.
Other:
†RP example:†
Sparky had made clear that every student needed to be told that the first Defense class for the year would take place in Fields, the Football Field to be exact. Today he would be teaching only the First through Third Years alone. This would be a task he was not so sure he'd be ready for. Class had been set to start at ten A.M. and yet it was ten-twenty and no one had showed up yet. He'd wondered if anyone had be told about the strange request, or if anyone really believed it. He let a heavy sigh drop from his lungs, as he leaned against the center post of the goal posts.
It was then that an idea occurred to him. 'Maybe...,' he thought childishly, looking up the center post, 'Yea!' He pushed himself away from the goal post, ran for the bleachers, spun and skidded to a stop, and bolted off for toward the goal. His hands and feet sparked once just before jumping and almost drop kicking the center post. But instead of sliding down like most people would, Sparky's feet stuck firmly, since he was focusing his entire inner-electric-current it his feet. His hair fell to a slack jumble of neon blue, the color he'd last dyed it, as he launched himself up onto the top of left arm of the post, running in strides that would normally be impossible, using his own electricity to launch him from and reconnect him to the metal like a magnet. It wasn't long before he'd reached his final destination, atop the left arm. He stood there, his watery-colored hair fallen like an old drape over his eyes and his left foot planted firmly on the top of the arm, his other hanging limply off the side. He hummed as he waited for the students would show up, or until he figured no one was coming...
It was then that an idea occurred to him. 'Maybe...,' he thought childishly, looking up the center post, 'Yea!' He pushed himself away from the goal post, ran for the bleachers, spun and skidded to a stop, and bolted off for toward the goal. His hands and feet sparked once just before jumping and almost drop kicking the center post. But instead of sliding down like most people would, Sparky's feet stuck firmly, since he was focusing his entire inner-electric-current it his feet. His hair fell to a slack jumble of neon blue, the color he'd last dyed it, as he launched himself up onto the top of left arm of the post, running in strides that would normally be impossible, using his own electricity to launch him from and reconnect him to the metal like a magnet. It wasn't long before he'd reached his final destination, atop the left arm. He stood there, his watery-colored hair fallen like an old drape over his eyes and his left foot planted firmly on the top of the arm, his other hanging limply off the side. He hummed as he waited for the students would show up, or until he figured no one was coming...
†Let's talk about you:†
Name:Toshi
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