Timothy Wright

[Timothy Wright]

The Basics

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Name: Timothy Andrais Wright
Nicknames: Tim, Timmy
Age: Sixteen
Orientation: Bicuriousish
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Terrakinesis
Play By: Danny Jones

The Details

Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Green-blue
Any Piercings? None
Any Tattoos? None
Any Scars? A few, small ones on his knees but nothing too badass.
General Appearance: Overall, Timothy looks a bit like a person who's just emerged from a life in the bush. His hair is curly and unkempt, always falling into his face no matter how much effort he puts into trying to tame it. His skin is covered with a spatter of freckles, causing him to forever appear not-quite-clean, and dirt can always be found beneath his fingernails. His eyes, a dark, green-blue colour, are large and round, shadowed by thick, straight eyebrows, and his nose has a soft, round shape to it. The first thing most people notice when he smiles - as he often does - is that his teeth are very straight. His jawline is not very well-defined, though his chin juts out slightly.

Tim has fairly wide shoulders and long arms, giving him a somewhat lanky, ape-like look. Fortunately, he's managed to improve his posture over the years to portray a better sense of self-confidence. He has a relatively athletic build. His hands are covered in callouses, with broken, uneven nails. No matter how new or washed his clothing is, he somehow manages to wrinkle, tear and/or get it dirty within minutes of putting it on. He tries his best to keep himself clean, but to no avail. Most of the time, he smells kind of earthy - like dark, rich dirt.

Personality: Tim is terribly disorganized. He's always losing and forgetting things, and his room usually looks like it's been hit by a tornado. He is also prone to accidents, since he hasn't learned how to handle his lengthy limbs quite yet. Still, he tries to control these things. He's always eager to please, and terribly determined. If he finds that he's having trouble with something, he'll keep doing it until it becomes easier, and is always looking to improve his abilities. He likes being around people; he enjoys joking and making a fool of himself, and won't hesitate to form a friendship within seconds of meeting someone new. In fact, he can be a bit too trusting when it comes to people, since he tries to see the good in everyone. Even if he knows that a person is bad news, he'll find some way to justify their behaviour or at least understand why. He believes that it is possible for even the worst human beings to change for the better.

While Tim is incredibly open and friendly, he's quite hesitant when it comes to revealing too much about himself to anybody. Especially his life before the Hammel Institute, though he lead a relatively normal childhood and doesn't really have anything to hide. Nevertheless, the moment someone starts asking him invasive questions, he will either shut down or quickly change the subject, and is very careful about what he does say. He is very good at obtaining and keeping secrets. He is also a rather compassionate, understanding person, and calm - for the most part. Once he forms a close relationship with someone, though, he can be fiercely loyal to the point of insanity: for example, punching someone twice his size if they threaten to harm one of his good friends. In these situations, he acts faster than he can think, and it's something he needs to work on. Ironically, until he reaches the point of sinking his fist into musclemania's rock-hard chest, he's the one trying to promote peace between the warring parties. It's a matter of pushing him to his breaking point.

Where his powers are concerned, Tim had no trouble coming to terms with the fact that he wasn't just a normal kid with a love for rolling around in the dirt. His only regret was having to leave his family. Whenever he's feeling upset, or just off, all he has to do is find some quiet place with a lot of rock or soil and sit for a while, absorbing the atmosphere they provide. He feels best when he's close to the ground - flying is not on his list of favourite things. Neither is boating, though he finds that easier to handle. Especially if he's close to the shore. As long as he's got good, solid Earth beneath his feet, Tim can pretend he's fearless.

Your Vices

Likes:

• dirt, rocks
  
• cats
  
• geography
  
• spaghetti
  
• goofing off
  
• joking around
  
• laughing
  
• "dancing"
  
• hiking
  
• mountain climbing
  
• tenting
  
• spelunking
  
• worn-in runners
  
• comfortable clothes
  
• helping people
  
• rootbeer
  
• yelling during thunderstorms
  
• home-made pizzas
  
• athletic activities
  
• comedies
  
• rock 'n' roll (haha)

Dislikes:

• flying
  
• math
  
• cauliflower
  
• being away from land
  
• brussel sprouts
  
• being too cold
  
• being too hot
  
• horror movies
  
• over-the-top cleanliness
  
• accidentally breaking things
  
• being made fun of
  
• rejection
  
• rap music
  
• fruity drinks
  
• overpopulated areas

Strengths:

• keeping the peace
  
• problem-solving
  
• understanding
  
• persevering
  
• being a shoulder to cry on
  
• inspiring optimism
  
• finding humour in things
  
• keeping things hidden
  
• not giving up
  
• being imaginative
  
• being innovative

Weaknesses:

• doesn't always know when to stop
  
• impatient
  
• tries too hard
  
• trusts too easily
  
• stubborn
  
• acts on impulse
  
• can't keep clean
  
• over-estimates his own abilities
  
• clumsy

Fears:

• flying
  
• open water
  
• being unable to help/save someone who needs it
  
• losing someone he loves

Secret: While he can control his powers, he rather enjoys letting them take over, just to see what will happen. Of course, he doesn't try this very often for fear of getting caught.

Family Ties

Father: Peter Wright
Mother: Evelyn Wright
Siblings: Melissa and Janine Wright
Any Other Important People:Chiggy the tabby cat

History

Timothy had a relatively normal childhood. He grew up on the west coast of Canada, among the mountains, and will always feel most at home there. He was born on the twenty-sixth of March, a healthy, happy baby, the middle child in what would eventually become a five-person family. His older sister, Melissa, is five years older than him and his younger sister, Janine, was born three years after Tim. Melissa and Tim never got along; she was jealous of her parents' new baby from the start, and while she loved Tim, she always teased him and pranked him and got him into trouble. Of course, he was just as bad in retaliation; the two have never had a very close relationship. Fortunately, Tim didn't have that problem with Janine. He was - and still is - every bit the protective, goofy big brother to her.

As can be expected, Tim's childhood was the most ordinary childhood a person could hope for: a stable family, a modest amount of toys, a neighbourhood filled to the brim with other kids. He always came home absolutely covered in dirt, but that was normal behaviour, so his parents never questioned it. Tim began school at the age of five, made friends quite easily, and started playing sports at an early age. Soccer and field hockey were by far his favourites. It took him a while to learn to read, and math was never his strong point, but he worked diligently at both until they began to make sense. When he was about ten, his dad began taking him rock climbing, which Tim loved more than anything - clinging to the cliff face, nothing but a too-thin rope standing between you and certain death, the thrill of finally getting to the top... of course, he was only ten, so he wasn't doing anything too risky. But he seemed to have found his passion.

By the time he was thirteen, Tim was becoming more and more involved in rock climbing. He had started taking lessons at an indoor climbing place, but found that it just wasn't the same - he needed the real thing. So, his parents sent him to an outdoor summer camp where he could climb in a completely natural environment, and he surprised his peers with his natural talent for the sport. Everyone was convinced that he was on his way to greatness.. until the letter from Hammond arrived. Tim himself had always known that there was something a bit strange about his love for rocks and dirt. It was like he had an obsession with them. He could barely sleep at night on the second floor of his home, wanting instead to be outside on the ground, and he could never quite scrub all the dirt off of himself when he took a shower. It kept creeping back. And, when his powers made themselves known by moving gravel and earth when he became frustrated one evening, he was sure he must be going crazy.

So, when the letter did make its way to him, he was actually quite relieved. There it was, right there on the paper: an explanation. His parents argued, not wanting to send their only son off to some school for 'god-knows-how-many-years,' knowing they might never see him again. Timothy tried to reassure them, but became preoccupied when Melissa started making fun of him for being 'different.' He had learned long ago that it was best to ignore her, but her words still stung. Only Janine was completely supportive, though Tim thought she, too, looked at him differently now. Almost as if she were afraid. Still, he put on his brave face, pointing out that it would be best for everyone if he just went to the school. Finally, his mother and father agreed. The day he left was like some sort of crazy dream - he didn't quite believe it was happening.

The idea had been to put him on an airplane. He got through security, into the waiting room and onto the plane just fine. But the minute it took off, he began having a panic attack. He could feel his bond with the earth breaking away, its solid, dependable comfort no longer present. He nearly went ballistic - the gravol his mom packed for him didn't help at all, and he vomited until his stomach was empty. His recruiter - probably inexperienced due to the fact that they took him on a plane in the first place - literally held his hand for the entire three-hour ride while he whimpered and tried not to think about how far he was from the ground. By the time they finally landed, he was pale, feverish and visibly shaking. He practically ran from the airport in his desperation to feel dirt between his fingers. And, as can be expected, he swore to never fly again.

Tim had no trouble fitting in at Hammel. He was incredibly curious about everything - the sorts of powers people had, his own abilities, the story behind meta-humans.. it seemed that every day he found something new to ask questions about. He happily applied himself to learning how to use and control his powers, and has never once regretted having them. He still talks to his family, as well, though he feels the closeness he once had with them slipping away. Still, he tries not to focus on that and instead throws himself into his studies, preparing himself for the future after Hammel, whatever it may be.

Roleplay Example

Okay. Scorpius was quite convinced that these suits of armor were alive. For one, he'd been in the very middle of the hall, as far away from the bloody things as possible. Not because he was scared, really; he just found that the old, rusted statues had a tendency to reach out and trip unsuspecting students or, should that tactic fail, simply fall on top of them. Which was why he stayed as far away from them as possible. Besides, the thick darkness beneath their unpolished helmets was just creepy. Of course, it was entirely possible that this particular suit of armor hadn't just leapt from the wall to stand, precariously balanced by two pale, thin hands, in front of him. Perhaps the rug was to blame. Looking back now, Scorpius could see a rather definted crumple in the maroon fabric which indicated a bump. One that was big enough to trip over. One that would send him, not the haunted shell of an old warrior, flying. Which was why he was now stuck in an odd position, unable to move for fear of dropping the thing to the floor. The faint creak it had made as it lunged forward was already quite enough noise for such a deserted area of the school. He'd wanted to frighten Boot, yes, but not by creating a racket loud enough to bring all the ghosts in the castle back to life. He'd been following more along the lines of 'sneak up behind her and yell something.' She was known for being a bit on the timid side, despite the shining prefect badge she wore so proudly. And why she was monitering this hallway - the one where the gross, difficult kids hung out - was quite beyond him. Though it was definitely adding to the atmosphere of fear he'd hoped to create... His arms beginning to ache from the effort of supporting so much weight, Scorpius turned his attention back to the armor, glaring up into the place a pair of eyes should've been. "Why do you have to be so bloody difficult?" he muttered under his breath. When it didn't answer (not that he had been expecting it to), he readjusted himself, peering at the base from which it had fallen and trying to find a way to put it back. Just to make things exceedingly difficult for him, the feet remained on the small pedistal, having come completely unattached from the body. Whoever had put these here certainly didn't have much access to the world of logic; if you're going to secure the feet, you might as well secure the whole thing, right? That would make the most sense. Scorpius was still puzzling over ways to get out of his current situation when Boot pulled the exact trick he'd been hoping to use. She'd somehow managed to sneak up behind him, and hadn't realized that speaking suddenly could startle a boy. Suprised, the Malfoy heir spun around, eyes wide. Just as he was about to come to terms with the shock she'd so kindly provided, a much more disturbing sound came from behind. Again, he spun, staring down at the suit of armor which now lay, broken into several pieces, on the floor. Taking a moment to breath, Scorpius surveyed the damage. Deciding that dealing with Selena Boot, sworn enemy of his best friend, was more important than repairing school property, he swung around for a third time, casting the girl in a cold, steely gaze. "Merlin, Boot. Why'd you have to go and do that?" He tried to insert a certain amount of harshness into his voice, though he was still a bit breathless from the events of the past couple of seconds.

What About You?

Name: Kitty
Age: Seventeen
Experience: Three years or so?
How Did You Find Us? Ad on Caution!
Ready To Play? Oh hellz no, that's why I totally just finished my app.

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[Admin!]

ACCEPTED!
Great app! You pretty much had me at "Loyal to the point of insanity." There are some CLAIMS you should look at, and then you have fun. If you need anything, let Mads or myself know.

However! There is one thing, and it's not consequential enough to hold up your acceptance, but Hammel sends a recruiter to the house of every new student to bring them to the school. I'm thinking maybe an inexperienced one handled Tim's case, and that's how they ended up on the plane at all, but mention should probably be made of having a recruiter there.