Post by tanicus tauran rivera on Mar 29, 2009 1:04:22 GMT -5
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tanicus tauran rivera
mask of deception;
[/font][/size]full name; "the name's tanicus tauran rivera. remember it."
nickname(s); "i'm usually called tani or tami"
age; "i'm seventeen and still kicking."
birthday; "october twenty-fourth, at exactly 3:00 a.m. how's that for suspicious?"
grade; "i'm a wittle junior."
species; "i'm a demon and damn proud of it. what kind you say? well, the kind you don't want to be around. ha, i'm kidding you. i'm what they call a 'wraith'. or, that's what humans call us. i control, in all simplicity, darkness. i can do whatever i want with darkness, although i do have my limitations... so, technically i can't do everything, but i can do a whole lot to fuck you up. so, yes, you should be afraid of the dark."
gender; "i am a male."
sexual orientation "i screw anything with a hole. i don't really give a fuck half the time."
canon or original; canon
uncovering the truth;
[/font]personality; "i would say i'm perfect. i'm evil, mischievous and the best damn friend a person could have... if i liked them."
of course, he would be right. that statement pretty much sums up tanicus, at least on the outside. he's cocky, loud and rude to those he doesn't like but can be deathly over protective of those he does like, which is far and few between. two people he likes are the wolfe brothers, only because they're like brothers to him more than anyone else. they can deal with his sometimes annoying, boisterous personality and what a personality it can be...
with loud mouth and annoyingly smart remarks, he can trick almost everyone into doing his bidding. of course, a lot of people don't fall for it after a bit, but he does his job well. he's known as the 'lurer' of the group and he holds that name with pride. he knows how to draw people in and he knows how to mess with their minds. he loves reading people and messing with their little brains. he's smarter than most people make him out to be, but that's all in the game for him. it's the one thing he loves to do: trick people. he does it everyday, hiding up the group that he's in and exactly what he is.
though, he doesn't like fights. you'd think a demon would love violence just in general. well, he likes seeing people in pain and he loves dominating people. he loves to see people beg, but he doesn't like to fight. mostly because he can't. he's scrawny, and a bit of a coward although he hates to admit it. he doesn't want to seem weak, but, he is. he is physically weak. he's fast, that's true, but he can't punch anyone for shit. he has the strength to pull a scalp from bone and tear a person's heart through their ribs, but that's all with the help of a dark room and lots of sleeping time before.
but, because he doesn't want to seem week, he fights to make sure people don't think he's weak. it's all back to that tricking part of him. he doesn't want people to see that he's a weakling, so he fights words and wit to prove that he's not. most people believe it. he's just an intimidating guy, but there are those who suspect his weakness. he can still trick them though. he is up there with the professionals and bending someones mind to get them to think what he wants them to thing with only a few simple words. he knows what buttons to push and he knows how to push them well.
likes; pain, blood, the darkness, his job, his intelligence, this school, writing, tricking people, psychology, the human (and non-human) mind, himself,
dislikes; bright lights, loud noises, being teased, fighting, his weakness, the fact that he is not perfect, failing, being rejected, mirrors because they show him that he is not perfect, people who think they are better than he is.
fears; people knowing that he is not perfect, being blind, being rejected.
habits; chewing on whatever he has in his hands, eating a lot when he's worried about something, clawing latin words onto any surface when he's angry.
flaws; his cockiness, his weakness, his short temper.
time machine;
[/size][/font]parents; "my old man is probably... one-hundred-five? and he's a wraith just like i am. my mother is almost the same age as my old man, but she is a sephet which is a lot like a snake demon. a cold hearted bitch she is, but i love her."
siblings; "i have none as far as i know. they might've fucked around more and gotten more teeny boppers, but i don't really care."
kids; "none yet, thank god."
pets; "the darkness is my old pet."
hometown; "born and raised in austin, texas, the brightest damn city in all of fucking texas!"
personal history; "so, let me tell you about my life...
i was born on october twenty-fourth, at exactly three am, right when the alleged 'opening of the demon gate' happens for one hour each night. wonderful, hm? well, i was born in austin, texas and the first sentence i ever said correctly was 'it's too damn bright here'. of course, it was slurred and my baby mouth couldn't fix it, but hey. i still said it. my dad recorded it being my first sentence and cooed over it more than my heartless mother did. simply said, she was a bitch and still is. no exception. well, i lived there in austin for over ten years. not the best ten years of my life, but it was ten years. i was beaten up constantly because i was different and because i was weak. well, as i was getting beaten to a pulp, i examined them and their state of mind and i figured them out and hit them hard not with my fists, but with words that tore through them like red hot knives and crippled them for a long enough time for me to get the hell out of dodge.
and i did get out of austin. i left there at ten to move up to maine, where i spent a while with my dad. i don't know where the hell my mom was, and i was happy about that. she was a bitch and she could eat my head off which really didn't appeal to me at all and still doesn't. my dad was just like me: a wraith and a total cocky asshole. i guess i learn from the best, huh? he was a writer for pompous asses that usually claimed the work as their own after a while. while i got totally pissed at this, he just went on doing his work. i never really understood that man.
when i turned fourteen and i graduated from eighth grade, i was rushed away by my dad into deep maine forest where... well, i can't remember what happened to me. everything went dark when i got into the forest. next thing i knew, i was woken up and was lying on the bed in which i now reside in, here. my dad wasn't there and for once in my life, i was terrified. of course, i was just a little kid then. but, i soon got used to this place and realized why my dad wanted me to go here. this was high school for people like me, for demons like me.
as i grew into my freshman year, i got asked into the execution squad. it was a dream come true, frankly. i love violence and i love dominating people and also, this way, i could bend people and black mail people and practically get paid for my "good deeds". i loved it and i love it. the first people i met in the group were the wolfe brothers. ironic name when they're vampires, don'tcha think? they joined with me and all three of us became pretty close friends. they seem like the only people who actually deal with me on a regular basis. well, it's good for the most part. especially once we start working.
... god, i love my job."
mirror, mirrror;
[/size][/font]hair; "my hair changes from time to time. it usually stays black, for the most part and is black right now and grown out past my ears, but don't be surprised at a change. i like to be... spontaneous!"
eyes; "my eyes are dark, and brown. no, they are not black or red as some people like to believe. they are when i'm in my full form, though...."
weight; "i weigh about one-thirty."
height; "i'm 5'4". yeah, laugh it up, i can still kick your ass, jackass."
tattoos; "i have quite a few. i have on on the nape of my neck and goes down between my shoulders. a few on my arms and one right below my belly button that says 'excito acerbus'. it's the only one worth mentioning."
piercings; "a few on my face, one on my lip and some in my ears. i have a belly button piercing and barbells through my nipples. what can i say? i like pain."
anything else; "i'm very pale...?"
play by/face claim; frank iero
underneath the mask;
[/size][/font]your name; anna
age; 15
other characters; none
where did you find us? from another site
secret word; -admin edit-
rp sample;
Hip-hop was one of his favorite genres of music to dance to.
The bass was loud and the rhythm was strong so he didn't ha
ve to keep his own internal beat and he could just let go. The
unique beat rolled through the auditorium, guiding his body in
sharp thrusts of his hip and the rhythmic voice of Huey and
his girls made him smile. Pop, Lock and Drop it was possibly
the most annoying song in all time when you were just listeni
ng to it, but when you moved with it, it was the most fun son
g to dance to. His hands rose above his head as he slowly g
yrated his hips against the air. When the beginning of the ch
orus started, he started to do his own coreography which was
mostly improved through the whole thing. Then, came the pa
rt which annoyed people the most. "Pop, Lock and Drop it!" T
he girls whined and he did the proper steps that have been co
ined by the girls. His hands clasped in front of him, his hips t
wisting to one side and his hands going the other way. They j
oined in the middle and then he kept them where they are as h
dropped his ass to the floor, slowly winding up and grinning. H
e repeated this a couple of times before the energetic song f
aded out and the next song started. He laughed and put his f
eet shoulder-width apart and started dancing in abrupt, althoug
h smooth rotations of his hips. Then, he heard a boy's voice.
He spun around and blushed slightly. Oh shit. No one has rea
lly seen him dance to music like this. It was his guilty pleasur
e, really. He grabbed the remote and cut off the song and ste
pped forwards to the boy he recognized as Daniel Berkley. He
was a little religious boy. Dani himself was Unitarian Universa
list-Catholic, but only because he did believe in God, just not
the way Catholics wish he would see Him. Daniel McGowan gr
abbed a small towel and wiped his face and arms, both of whi
ch were sweating from his dancing. He smiled slightly and rai
sed an eyebrow. This kid was cute and he did have some sort
of rhythm, it was just a little off. But, a lot of boys were unea
sy about their rhythm. Hell, a lot of girls were uneasy about t
here rhythm. It wasn't a huge problem, not to fix or to just in g
eneral, but people took is so seriously. When Daniel said some
thing about a drop slip Dani grinned and shook his head, finally
choosing to speak as the stammering boy stopped. He steppe
d forwards and grabbed a paper from his bag. "That's becau
se there is no drop slip. You can't drop this class because if p
eop le could, then I wouldn't have a class. Now, why don't you
like dancing?" He asked, lifting the paper. "If you give m
e a good enough reason, I have no reason not to sign you out o
f my class, which this little paper is for. Now, if it's about your r
hythm, then we can easily change that. If it's something about
your health, then I'll let you out. If you're afraid of looking like
an idiot, I'm not letting you out. This class isn't just dancing, it'
s increasing your confidence and working on your stamina. No
w, If I haven't listed the reason, please tell me." He smirke
d again, crossing his arms and holding the paper lightly betwee
n his fingers.
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