Toru Edenbrooke
Mar 25, 2010 19:01:24 GMT -5
Post by Toru Edenbrooke on Mar 25, 2010 19:01:24 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Toru Alexander Edenbrooke
Nicknames: None ;o
Age: 17
Orientation: Homosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: SUPAR STRENGTH ;3 - Yeah so he can hulk smash things. Sometimes he does it on purpose. Most of the times he accidentally crushes things then feels awful about it afterwards. It's cool and all, but when he destroys a glass and cuts himself, that cut is going to take a month or better to heal. For shame.
Play By:Luca Arcuri
The Details
Hair Color: Reddish-Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Any Piercings? Not a chance
Any Tattoos? Definitely not
Any Scars? Nope
General Appearance: Toru is an exceptionally tall young man. At only seventeen years old, he already stands at an impressive 6' 5" and the real shocker is he's not done yet. There's another couple growth spurts lurking around the corner. For all his height, he lacks the girth to back it up, leaving him very willowy and delicate-looking. He has a narrow waist and skinny hips, slender arms and frail hands. With such long, thin fingers, it's hard to believe that an amazing strength is hiding within. He has the heart and hands of an artist, but the power of demon.
He has always been an effeminate man, more beautiful than handsome, his pretty face accentuated with soft features and gentle brown eyes. He keeps his hair long, usually to his shoulders , and straight. A style easy to maintain and keep out of his way when he's busy painting. Having a fondness for cold weather, Toru's fashion leans towards the wintery side of things. He often wears fitted sweaters or jackets and can rarely be seen without a scarf wrapped around his neck.
Personality: Toru has always been a quiet boy, but it doesn't spout from shyness. It actually comes from a combination of a lack of interest in speaking to others and an inability to turn his thoughts into words. When given the time, Toru can be quite eloquent, but a spur of the moment conversation usually leaves him grasping for words that are so good at eluding him. He prefers to express himself through his art.
Mature for his age and level-headed, he can almost seem emotionless. The truth, however, is that he's very good at controlling his emotions. It is rare to see him angry or even faintly frustrated, though when he is, he will calmly let you know you've aggravated him before walking away. There's no ticking time bomb lurking under his surface and, in fact, I can't think of a single time when he has ever raised his voice. (And there have been situations where he could have got away with it too. *cough*Seta*cough*)
Your Vices
Likes: Akira, Drawing, Reading, Photography, Writing, Winter, Scarves, Nature, Sitting outside alone, Swingsets, Warm coats, Quiet.
Dislikes: Stupidity, Loud voices, Akira's brother Seta, Loud noises in general, When he accidentally breaks things, Modern music, Hangnails.
Strengths: HULK SMASHING! Just kidding. He's a very talented artist and photographer.
Weaknesses: Expressing himself verbally.
Fears: Hurting those he cares about
Secret: He has a rather girly obsession with chocolate?
He loves Akira, but he doesn't want to risk their friendship
Family Ties
Father: Alistair Edenbrooke
Mother: Leliana Edenbrooke
Siblings: None
Any Other Important People:His best friend, Akira.
His mortal enemy, Seta.
History
Toru's childhood was quite normal. He grew up in a cozy house in a peaceful neighborhood. He was an only child and constantly had his parents doting on him, though he never asked for much. Quiet though he is, he managed to befriend the young boy that lived next door to him, Akira, and they soon began spending almost all their time together. They walked to school every morning, walked home together every afternoon. Toru would help Akira with his homework, though they often ended up doodling in their notebooks rather than actually working.
Everything was normal. Or, at least, it started out that way...
It all started at age 14 on a day like any other. As Toru was making breakfast, he shattered a glass just as he was taking it out of the cupboard. It didn't worry him much at first, as he simply cleaned up the mess and went on with his day. The second time it happened was later that week, when he snapped a whole package of new drawing pencils clean in half. These odd little happenings only started increasing as time passed. Broken doors, crushed cameras, shattered windows, things just seemed to fall to pieces in Toru's hands.
Word spread about Toru's problem and it was shortly thereafter that he was admitted to Hammel. It was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do, to leave Akira behind. But the institute said it could help him, and he was scared to touch Akira for fear of hurting him like he did to the objects he held. He'd promised to write and call and do all he could to stay in touch, but it simply wasn't the same.
A year into his stay at Hammel, Toru slowly started to gain control of his strength, though when he learned that Akira would be joining him at the Institute, he nearly obliterated his door. It was excited man strength, yo. Now they be kicking ass and taking names together. Well... Akira is talking to his ferret and Toru is breaking stuff, but it's close enough. The end. Sort of.
Roleplay Example
Just an RP sample I stole off another site. It's average. xD Maddeh already knows how I RP anyways >D
"Azareth was not convinced by Verti's answer and, very gently, he nuzzled against that bruised throat, letting the prince seek comfort in his arms. This was a situation unfamiliar to the demon. Gentle touches, embraces, these were the sorts of things that Aza had only been witness to before, usually just prior to tearing apart a couple of young lovers. Never once had they been things he had actually done himself and he was shocked with himself for how easily they came. Instead of using his hands to kill, he could use them to soothe. Instead of using his mouth to bite, he could use it to kiss. It was all very foreign to him, the meaning behind these actions, but with Vertigo pressed up against him, they just seemed like the right thing to do.
He curled his fingers around the prince's tiny hand and kept a careful eye on him as they walked down the hallway. Looking up at the large portrait, Aza examined the faces, his eyes lingering on the young Vertigo, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. Much might have changed in those years, but the youthful face he saw on the canvas had not changed and was still right next to him. Hunching over, Aza reduced his height so that he was more level with Verti, his expression relatively blank.
"I'll stay." He muttered in response, looking down at the prince's hand as laid in the palm of his own, marveling at how delicate those thin little fingers were, thinking how easy it would be for him to break them. Aza merely nodded to accept the thanks that Verti offered, then snorted at the mention of pants. "I don't wear pants." He commented bluntly. Obviously you don't, else Verti wouldn't be staring at that third leg you've got down there. Shaking his head, Aza looked back towards the door that held Tyrant back and huffed, curling his arms around Verti and carrying him farther away from that door."
What About You?
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Name: The name's Rae! But I've gone by Raenabella. Raena. Raediggity. Zombie Rae. Rara and a jillion others. xD
Age: 20
Experience: Since I was a fetus.
How Did You Find Us? I am Maddie's slave.
Ready To Play? ... Are toys involved?
