Anadi Shikha Bhatti
Jul 1, 2010 16:25:22 GMT -5
Post by Anadi Bhatti on Jul 1, 2010 16:25:22 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Anadi Shikha Bhatti
Nicknames: Andi
Age: 17
Orientation: Straight
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Fire Manipulation
Play By: Dev Patel
The Details
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Any Piercings? None
Any Tattoos? One on his shoulder
Any Scars? lots. he tends to burn hisself when he's practicing
General Appearance: Andi comes across as looking angry or unapproachable due to his dark eyes and the look he always has on his face. A look he believes to be neutrality is, apparently, anger or digsust. It's most likely because he's always thinking about something. When he came to America, he took up the style of spiking his hair up a little so that he looked "cool" or whatever. That's also part of the reason he got a tattoo (Though, it was mostly just to piss his father off.) He's a solid six foot, towering over a lot of his family, but a pretty average height at school. His frame is medium, so his muscles are some what obvious to others (the muscles probably add to why he seems so unapproachable).
As far as his style goes, he's usually found wearing some sort of button down shirt and jeans. Casual, but still pretty classy looking. If he's not wearing his button down, he's wearing a tight fitting t-shirt that accentuates his arms a little bit more, showing off his tattoo as well. He's always seen with a messenger bag as well. It contains the pencil and spiral that he constantly carries with him. He doesn't like getting caught without something to either write on or draw on, so he's always prepared.
Personality:Andi is a very in depth sort of person with lots of layers and complications within himself. First of all, he does stupid things all the time. The fact that he manipulates fire, an uncontrollable element to begin with, automatically makes him a reckless person. But the fact that he goes out and tries to do bad things makes it that much worse. His whole life, his father held him under strict muslim custom, and that's just about the last thing he wanted. After he got shipped off to attend this fantastic boarding school, he had no one to control him like he used to. He had always resented his father for uphoalding such harch rules, so he took advantage of his freedom to the point of abusing it and doing whatever stupid, new thing he could do in hopes of spiting his father and experiencing everything he possibly could before he has to go back. Because of all his ridiculous behavior, he's gained a lot of attention, and he took right to it. So now, he sort of likes being the center of attention, but he definitly has his times when he wishes he could just be by himself. People see this rebellious guy that has no depth to him at all. Completely shallow as far as girls go. In all seriousness, though, he's not that sort of guy. When he's not out trying to party and not trying new things, he's either reading, writting, or drawing. People don't know that side of him, and he likes it that way. He's really a smart, insightful, sweet person, but he doesn't allow people to see that side. No one at this school has seen him like that yet, but it's possible for someone to break through the layers. He just wouldn't make it easy
Your Vices
Likes:-drawing
-music (just listening, he's pretty uncoordinated)
-ice cream
-foxes
-movies
-green and brown
-jello
-video games
-his sister
-the heat
-reading
-attentionDislikes: -his father
-ignorant people
-India
-his culture
-confinement
-the beach
-shy people
-fish
-meat
-drugs
Strengths: Physically fit, people don't know much about him, can win people over easily, quick learner, thrives in the heat
Weaknesses: sensitive about his family, wants to break away from them so much that he becomes reckless, impulsive, doesn't show a lot of positive things about himself, upholds an image
Fears: conforming to his culture and becoming like his father.
Secret: his actual personality
Family Ties
Father: Syed Bhatti
Mother: Hareem Bhatti
Siblings: Hima Bhatti
Any Other Important People:not so much
History
Anadi grew up in the heart of India where his dad had a typical job, his mother the typical house wife. They were pretty much the average family there, nothing special, nothing unique. When his mother was discovered to be pregnant, again, his father decided to uproot them and take them to America where things were going to better and he'd be able to go farther in life. However, this was put on hold when they didn't exactly have the money to go over seas. So, they stayed there, awaiting immigration paper work things to straighten themselves out and for his father to save money. After he turned about seven, his sister trailing behind at 5, they finally were able to move to America.
They took up home in Texas. Here he found himself and engineering job that paid significantly more than his previous one did and him and his sister were put into the local elementary school. His time here consisted of a little Anadi being bullied for being the weird brown kid in a mostly white school. So, he just kept quiet and to himself for the rest of his school career, only keeping one or two close friends. It wasn't depressing for him, but it also wasn't exactly enjoyable. He was coasting by in life feeling blah, for lack of a better way to put it. One day, one of the little kids in his class took it too far, insulting him and his family, so he just sort of blew up at him, almost literally, causing part of the class room to get singed. At that point, he got recruited for the school and got sent off almost immedietly, angering his father quite a bit in the process. He wasn't exactly thrilled to figure out that his son was some sort of freak of nature.
When he got there, it was the weirdest experience of his life. He was actually accepted. People thought he was normal. His dad wasn't yelling at him for being strange and taking away from the tradition, getting mad at him for not being able to carry the name and produce a normal child. Being weird was actually normal at the school, so he took that and made himself better (kind of) for it. At first, he was just a really social kid, mostly sweet, but after he hit about sixteen, his attitude started to go a little south. His fire-like impulses started to get stronger, as did his abilities, and his need to rebel increased as well. He was a little bit more of an a-hole, a little bit less liked, but still, generally okay with everyone around him.
Roleplay Example
The night was cold, wind blowing, menacing clouds overhead. The type of night that usually freaks everyone out due to all the strange noises and suspicious shadows. But not Alec Carson. This night was what he loved. It was nature at its best, showcasing the power it had for all the world to see. Showing that it was, ultimately, stronger than any force in this world, including those magical beings at Southwarks's sister school that thought they could out do anything. It wasn't that Alec had anything against the school, though he had every reason to. He didn't care if someone was magical or not. But he did believe all Wizards and Witches thought they were better than muggles whether they would admit it or not. They were all born feeling a little supirior to those who couldn't do magic just because they were different, and that was okay. It's not like Alec could do anythign to change it, even if he wanted to.
As the night continued to put on a show, the long-haired boy walked the halls of the school, a bag in his hand, looking for a room that wasn't inhabited by a teacher staying up late to grade papers. It didn't take long to find one that wasn't too far from the dorm room. It was just any other classroom, tables and chairs, posters on the wall, the usual. He sat down the bag down on the table, unzipping it and pulling out his guitar. He sat down on the desk across from the case and put the guitar in his lap. This was his first accoustic guitar. His parents bought this for im after he threatened to try and switch to a public school, though he wouldn't really do it. Sure, it was a pretty underhanded way to make sure he got what he wanted, but there was really no way of getting anything with them. They had the things they wanted him to do, and if he did them, he still wouldn't get a reward. He felt as if he should get at least a small one, but in order to get it, he had to manipulate them. It wasn't that bad, really. They were much worse to him.
He contemplated it for a moment and strummed a few chords, not really knowing what to play. He really needed to practice. Just get better at the instrument rather than playing the same songs over and over again or creating the new ones. That could be considered getting better, but he wasn't any more skilled than he was. He sighed and did a couple of scales slowly, then faster, then faster, though he fumbled over the frets, playing a couple of wrong notes. "Dammit." He whispered under his breath, then tried the scale again, trying to get it down, though it seemed as if he wouldn't be able to get it going this fast for awhile. He sighed, frustrated, as he cast his guitar aside, leaning it against the table. It was so frustring to not be able to play something so simple. Maybe it was because he was tired, though he didn't want to fool himself with such thoughts. It was simply because he wasn't good enough.
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