Post by Ty Fisher on Jun 12, 2014 21:10:00 GMT -6
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FULL NAME::Tyler Vincent Fisher
NICKNAMES:: Ty
GENDER:: Male
ACTUAL AGE:: 25
APPARENT AGE:: early 20's
SPECIES/RACE:: Animal Shifter
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: He, Him, His
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Heterosexual
FACECLAIM:: Matthew Gray Gubler
NATIONALITY:: American
HEIGHT:: 5'7"
HAIR:: Brown
EYES:: Dark Grey
SKIN:: Fair
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: None
APPEARANCE:: Ty stands about five feet, seven inches tall, with a lean build. His brown hair is very wavy, and the length depends on Ty's mood, though it usually remains between the middle of his neck to the bottom of his shoulder blades. He rarely lets his facial hair grow out all that much. Ty usually maintains a calm disposition, though he wears his emotions on his face; one look and one can generally tell what kind of mood he's in.
Ty's dark eyes can say everything about his mood; appearing soft when upset or thoughtful, cold when angry, or possessing a little gleam when he's up to something. He possesses two genuine smiles: a gentle one, and one that's just oozing with mischief.
Ty's fashion sense is very basic, usually resorting to a shirt and a pair of jeans. He prefers darker, bolder colors, and would be more apt to wear black jeans than the basic blue ones.
PERSONALITY::Ty is generally a quiet, laid back sort of guy who loves a good laugh. Most of his time is spent in thought, and he has grown to take things more seriously than he used to. He still cracks the occasional joke, but it takes a lot for Ty to trust someone to the point that they'd actually be in earshot of said joke.
Ty isn't a very trusting person, and it takes a lot to get close to him. But those that do have a friend who'd lay his life down for them whenever needed. His loyalty runs deep, and he'll give anything for those he's privileged to call 'friend.' However, break this trust, and it's near impossible to get back.
He's got a soft spot for lady-folk. It's possible, but a lot harder for a woman to get him mad, usually. He's not outright flirtatious, but he does have a certain charm about him. At least, Ty likes to think so, anyway. Nothing has been solidly proven yet.
Mischief is Ty's vice. If there is a pocket to be picked, a prank to be pulled, or something to check out, the young shifter can't help but to do it. Something about the rush of adrenaline, the beating of his heart, the sharpness of his breath as something's about to go down. It's a drug to him. And they don't make a rehab for what he's got.
Deep down, he means no harm. Just a nice guy trying to make the best of a bad situation. Even if his actions are counter-productive, he's just trying to live in the moment and enjoy life while he can.
LIKES::
DISLIKES::
STRENGTHS::
WEAKNESSES::
SECRETS:: He killed his father and split up his family.
RANK:: None
POWERS::
WEAKNESSES::
HOMETOWN:: Baton Rouge, Louisiana
PROFESSION:: Pickpocket, Odd Jobs
PARENTS:: Jason and Allyson Fisher
SIBLINGS:: Thira Fisher--Twin
CHILDREN:: None
EXTENDED FAMILY:: None
MARITAL STATUS:: Single
HISTORY:: Ty was born to a middle-class, hard-working Louisiana family; two parents, and a sister who was fifteen minutes his elder. His mom was a stay at home Mom who cleaned houses on the weekends, and his father worked with a construction crew.
From a young age, two things were certain. One, Ty and Thira were inseparable; and two, Ty was a mischievous tyke. Once he could walk, he learned how to climb. If he could climb it or explore it in any way, he would, usually with Thira either right in front of or behind him.
But life wasn't so perfect. Their dad frequented the bar a lot, and sometimes had a tendency of coming home drunk, and sometimes got abusive, though he rarely took it out on Ty or Thira.
In school, Ty was lazy, and often misbehaved by cracking jokes or by pulling the chair out from under his friends. Thira was more studious and well-behaved, however both of them got straight A's.
When Ty turned thirteen, something strange began to happen. At first it was small; his hand turning into a golden-colored paw, like the dog that ran around the neighborhood. Months later, there appeared to be two identical dogs running around the neighborhood. Ty kept this a secret, scared of what it could mean, or what people would do if they found out. Not even his sister could know.
In secret, Ty would practice his ability, usually in the woods near his house. Yes, it scared him, but it was exciting at the same time. Learning new forms, figuring out his strengths and weaknesses the hard way: experience. But deep down, it sucked that no one could know. He was too afraid.
Three years later, their dad came home drunk again. This time was worse than it'd ever been. Suddenly, Ty felt something he'd been holding back for the longest time break loose. In a flash, a large golden-retriever mutt was on Jason Fisher, killing him before the man had time to react.
Their mother, though her life had just been saved, began to panic, even throwing things at her son. Not able to even look at Thira, for fear of the same reaction, he took off out the door, not even bothering to shift back. What he never noticed was the fox trying to catch up to him...
Years went by and Ty never saw Thira again, though his heart ached from that day. He'd bounced around all over the country, picking pockets for money, even taking odd jobs from sweeping floors to bartending.
When the Pluses and later other beings came out, Ty was more afraid than relieved. Something in him just knew it was all about to hit the fan. And he was right. Now, he still picks pockets, but he makes his way around the country, pulling a decent job with his not-so-decent one, staying in an apartment somewhere, and of course taking the occasional shifted run.
OOC NAME:: Ty
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: 6 years
ANY NOTES::
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:: The sun had set over--what city was he in now?--New York, that's right... Ty had just gotten off of work at a bar, dealing with the usual crowd, drunks and nobodies. He was trying to lead a simple, happy life, but with supernaturals being everywhere, it was harder to hide his true identity. His identity...sometimes it felt more like a vice.
What he was essentially ruined his life, and yet there was something about it he was thankful for. Something he just couldn't let go even if it was possible. Ty walked slowly, taking in the night air. The moon was at half-mast tonight. Wouldn't be long before it shined in its full glory. "It's gone that far, hasn't it? To the point where the highlight of your existence is the position of the moon..." He gave a dry laugh.
Reaching his apartment building, he didn't go straight in. Instead, he went around the side, up the fire escape, and to the roof. Shedding his jacket, he stood on the edge of the roof, breathing in the night air and looking out over what the world had become. Nowhere was his home; he was just drifting. Even the animals whose forms he'd taken as his own had a place to call home. He just had a place to lay his head at night. Usually.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, shutting out all thoughts as he began to shift. Soon, where he was, there stood a small brown owl. As Ty took flight, soaring above the city, above his problems, above everything, nothing mattered. The wind under his wings, the thought that nothing was essentially between him and the ground below but air....it got his adrenaline flowing. And for the time being, he was happy. After all, he was getting his fix.
{ Tyler Vincent Fisher }
FULL NAME::Tyler Vincent Fisher
NICKNAMES:: Ty
GENDER:: Male
ACTUAL AGE:: 25
APPARENT AGE:: early 20's
SPECIES/RACE:: Animal Shifter
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: He, Him, His
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Heterosexual
{ APPEARANCE } |
FACECLAIM:: Matthew Gray Gubler
NATIONALITY:: American
HEIGHT:: 5'7"
HAIR:: Brown
EYES:: Dark Grey
SKIN:: Fair
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: None
APPEARANCE:: Ty stands about five feet, seven inches tall, with a lean build. His brown hair is very wavy, and the length depends on Ty's mood, though it usually remains between the middle of his neck to the bottom of his shoulder blades. He rarely lets his facial hair grow out all that much. Ty usually maintains a calm disposition, though he wears his emotions on his face; one look and one can generally tell what kind of mood he's in.
Ty's dark eyes can say everything about his mood; appearing soft when upset or thoughtful, cold when angry, or possessing a little gleam when he's up to something. He possesses two genuine smiles: a gentle one, and one that's just oozing with mischief.
Ty's fashion sense is very basic, usually resorting to a shirt and a pair of jeans. He prefers darker, bolder colors, and would be more apt to wear black jeans than the basic blue ones.
{ PERSONALITY } |
PERSONALITY::Ty is generally a quiet, laid back sort of guy who loves a good laugh. Most of his time is spent in thought, and he has grown to take things more seriously than he used to. He still cracks the occasional joke, but it takes a lot for Ty to trust someone to the point that they'd actually be in earshot of said joke.
Ty isn't a very trusting person, and it takes a lot to get close to him. But those that do have a friend who'd lay his life down for them whenever needed. His loyalty runs deep, and he'll give anything for those he's privileged to call 'friend.' However, break this trust, and it's near impossible to get back.
He's got a soft spot for lady-folk. It's possible, but a lot harder for a woman to get him mad, usually. He's not outright flirtatious, but he does have a certain charm about him. At least, Ty likes to think so, anyway. Nothing has been solidly proven yet.
Mischief is Ty's vice. If there is a pocket to be picked, a prank to be pulled, or something to check out, the young shifter can't help but to do it. Something about the rush of adrenaline, the beating of his heart, the sharpness of his breath as something's about to go down. It's a drug to him. And they don't make a rehab for what he's got.
Deep down, he means no harm. Just a nice guy trying to make the best of a bad situation. Even if his actions are counter-productive, he's just trying to live in the moment and enjoy life while he can.
LIKES::
- Adventure
- Exploring
- Night
- Companionship
- Laughing
DISLIKES::
- Seeing people mistreated for no reason
- The idea of death
- Pointless violence
- Almost any cooked vegetable
- Anyone who thinks they're better than anyone else
STRENGTHS::
- Loyal to the core
- Courageous
- Caring
- Intelligent
- Capable of going out of his way to help someone
WEAKNESSES::
- Very Distrusting
- Often Reckless
- Caring can become Over-sensitivity
- Rarely thinks things through
- Can be hard to approach if angry
SECRETS:: He killed his father and split up his family.
{ RACIAL SPECIFICS } |
RANK:: None
POWERS::
- Shapeshifting: Animals
- Heightened Senses
- Supernatural Sensing
- Slowed Aging
- Healing
- Mood And Focus increases on Full Moon
WEAKNESSES::
- Silver
- Moody on New Moon
{ BACKGROUND } |
HOMETOWN:: Baton Rouge, Louisiana
PROFESSION:: Pickpocket, Odd Jobs
PARENTS:: Jason and Allyson Fisher
SIBLINGS:: Thira Fisher--Twin
CHILDREN:: None
EXTENDED FAMILY:: None
MARITAL STATUS:: Single
HISTORY:: Ty was born to a middle-class, hard-working Louisiana family; two parents, and a sister who was fifteen minutes his elder. His mom was a stay at home Mom who cleaned houses on the weekends, and his father worked with a construction crew.
From a young age, two things were certain. One, Ty and Thira were inseparable; and two, Ty was a mischievous tyke. Once he could walk, he learned how to climb. If he could climb it or explore it in any way, he would, usually with Thira either right in front of or behind him.
But life wasn't so perfect. Their dad frequented the bar a lot, and sometimes had a tendency of coming home drunk, and sometimes got abusive, though he rarely took it out on Ty or Thira.
In school, Ty was lazy, and often misbehaved by cracking jokes or by pulling the chair out from under his friends. Thira was more studious and well-behaved, however both of them got straight A's.
When Ty turned thirteen, something strange began to happen. At first it was small; his hand turning into a golden-colored paw, like the dog that ran around the neighborhood. Months later, there appeared to be two identical dogs running around the neighborhood. Ty kept this a secret, scared of what it could mean, or what people would do if they found out. Not even his sister could know.
In secret, Ty would practice his ability, usually in the woods near his house. Yes, it scared him, but it was exciting at the same time. Learning new forms, figuring out his strengths and weaknesses the hard way: experience. But deep down, it sucked that no one could know. He was too afraid.
Three years later, their dad came home drunk again. This time was worse than it'd ever been. Suddenly, Ty felt something he'd been holding back for the longest time break loose. In a flash, a large golden-retriever mutt was on Jason Fisher, killing him before the man had time to react.
Their mother, though her life had just been saved, began to panic, even throwing things at her son. Not able to even look at Thira, for fear of the same reaction, he took off out the door, not even bothering to shift back. What he never noticed was the fox trying to catch up to him...
Years went by and Ty never saw Thira again, though his heart ached from that day. He'd bounced around all over the country, picking pockets for money, even taking odd jobs from sweeping floors to bartending.
When the Pluses and later other beings came out, Ty was more afraid than relieved. Something in him just knew it was all about to hit the fan. And he was right. Now, he still picks pockets, but he makes his way around the country, pulling a decent job with his not-so-decent one, staying in an apartment somewhere, and of course taking the occasional shifted run.
{ OUT OF CHARACTER } |
OOC NAME:: Ty
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: 6 years
ANY NOTES::
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:: The sun had set over--what city was he in now?--New York, that's right... Ty had just gotten off of work at a bar, dealing with the usual crowd, drunks and nobodies. He was trying to lead a simple, happy life, but with supernaturals being everywhere, it was harder to hide his true identity. His identity...sometimes it felt more like a vice.
What he was essentially ruined his life, and yet there was something about it he was thankful for. Something he just couldn't let go even if it was possible. Ty walked slowly, taking in the night air. The moon was at half-mast tonight. Wouldn't be long before it shined in its full glory. "It's gone that far, hasn't it? To the point where the highlight of your existence is the position of the moon..." He gave a dry laugh.
Reaching his apartment building, he didn't go straight in. Instead, he went around the side, up the fire escape, and to the roof. Shedding his jacket, he stood on the edge of the roof, breathing in the night air and looking out over what the world had become. Nowhere was his home; he was just drifting. Even the animals whose forms he'd taken as his own had a place to call home. He just had a place to lay his head at night. Usually.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, shutting out all thoughts as he began to shift. Soon, where he was, there stood a small brown owl. As Ty took flight, soaring above the city, above his problems, above everything, nothing mattered. The wind under his wings, the thought that nothing was essentially between him and the ground below but air....it got his adrenaline flowing. And for the time being, he was happy. After all, he was getting his fix.
