Tess Holmes
Mar 23, 2010 14:56:02 GMT -5
Post by Tess Holmes on Mar 23, 2010 14:56:02 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name:
Tess Maureen Holmes
Nicknames:
"... just Tess, really can't shorten that too much more than it is. Though people call me Holmes enough that that could be my first name instead..."
Age:
17
Orientation:
Homosexual
Desired Rank/Job:
Student
Powers:
Telekinetic
-Fairly decent at it, Holmes has been trying like hell to get her ability under control. She's gotten strong enough with it to move sizable objects, like a small sedan, a short distance, but not without side effects. Most days, Holmes has a nasty start of a headache brewing just behind her eyes, the smallest use of her power kicking it into gear. But, the head aches have begun to lessen in intensity since coming to Hammel. After a training session, Tess often has a migraine for several hours...best to just give her some breathing room then...
Play By:
Kristen Stewart
The Details
Hair Color:
Brown and nothing to write home about. It's a little darker in the winter and lighter in the summer, b.f.d. She's been keeping kind of short-ish lately, but has been known to grow it out from time to time.
Eye Color:
Blue
Any Piercings?
Nope
Any Tattoos?
Nope
Any Scars?
She's got a few, mostly small and unnoticeable. There's a small one on the back of her leg from a sledding accident when she was a kid. The really bad one that she tends to be self conscious about is one her inner right shin. A soccer cleat during a rather...heated final match...
General Appearance:
Really, Tess has never claimed to be much of a looker. She's not breaking any mirrors, but she never really got into the whole pretty in pink thing. She likes her jeans and her soccer jerseys. Old, but well cared for, could describe most of her wardrobe. Not completely ignorant when it comes to dressing up, Tess would just rather...not.
Usually, she's got her hair loosely pulled back, some strands always hanging in her face. She'd argue it's to hide the rings under her eyes. While she doesn't go around modeling like some girls seem to like doing, she does feel self conscious of that. Mostly cause she feels it's her own fault that she's not sleeping much at night.
Personality:
Creative:: -Holmes loves expressing herself, whether it's through picking out notes on her piano or all the inane doodles that cover her notes. She was that kid that drew on the walls with pieces of crayon. She has a tendency to hum to herself, and if she could whistle better, she'd probably do that instead. Also, her mind tends to work in strange ways. Stuck in a tough situation, a person could always count on Holmes to think up some cunning, albeit a little strange way of getting out of it.
Loyal:: -Fiercely so, Holmes can't remember a time when she went behind a friend's back or stabbed them for her own benefit. Her friends are her life and family, they are the most important things to her and she'll gladly go without to keep them safe and comfortable. Around her friends, Holmes always smiling and laughing. She couldn't imagine living without them.
Determined:: -When she's inspired to do something, Holmes seizes onto it and keeps pushing until she's accomplished it. Whether it was that time she was convinced that ballet was all she needed to get the girls or when she really did think that if they just used a little more kerosene in the fiery hoop of death it would totally, totally, Holmes goes into such endeavors with all the strength and commitment she has. Things don't always turn out well, in fact, there's been more failures than successes, but that's never stopped Holmes.
Daring:: -Broken arms? Yeah, both of them. The right one, twice. Holmes isn't clumsy, she just seems to be under the impression that she's the designated stunt man. Stunt man extraordinaire actually. She plans it all out and in her mind, that roof to roof jump goes off without a hitch, the ladder rung isn't as rickety as everyone thinks and of course she can grab that ledge without letting go. Ah, if only. Though, if she were to take the time and catalog moments of blazing stupidity alongside of stays in beds, she might be surprised. She pulls off more stunts successfully than most people would think.
Passionate:: -Restraint, never really been Holmes's strong suit, she goes into everything with a vigor. She completely throws himself into whatever she's pulled by. She doesn't get suckered in by much though, people or anything. Trying to stay cool and jaded, Holmes keeps her smirk in nearly constant use when the subject of love is brought up. Yeah, there's been a girlfriend or two, but passion never came into play for Holmes. And her friends thank her for that, cause if there was a girl, she'd be insufferable, more than likely.
Rash:: -Holmes seems to be under the impression that she is a careful and methodical in thinking. Well, you would think with all the chess games she's lost, she'd realise that she wasn't. She acts and reacts purely on instinct nearly all the time. One or two minutes of thought must seem like hours of thinking things out to her with as much gusto as she acts on them. She gets worse about it when she's stressed out or not been sleeping well.
Jealous:: -So maybe she's not a generous and loving as she initially seems. She's not the rich kid here. Hasn't been. Always stuck in the knock offs and pretending that the change in her pocket adds up to more than a couple of cents, Holmes does get those pangs of wishing for more. She doesn't like that eating away at her, but it's just something that's not going away.
Prideful:: -Which means, of course, she's not taking charity. She doesn't want anyone's pity or hand me downs. Looking to rub her the wrong way? Try helping her. She'll resent the hell out of anyone that does. She's not incapable and he doesn't plan on being poor her whole life. Her pride wouldn't let her ask anyone for help even if she was drowning in an icy lake with weights attached to her ankles. She's the one that wants to help people, to be there for them when they're down on their luck. Asking for help? That's never going to happen.
Hot headed:: -It doesn't bubble out often. She can hold a grudge better than her temper though. People that are just cruel, annoying or into flaunting themselves, it just irks Holmes to no end and she's not going to let that fester for very long. She speaks his mind quickly and sharply and has had her share of fights. And then for the most part they are forgotten the next day. But Holmes does have a few people that no matter what, will always set her off. She can always get frightfully stubborn during arguments. This nasty temper gets worse when she hasn't been sleeping.
Telekinetic:: She has a love/hate relationship with her ability. At times, it pretty freaking awesome to just look at something and move it to wherever. But the headaches, migraines and insomnia that come along with it? Tess isn’t much fond of. She’s been told she has some serious potential to be strong telekinetic, if she’s willing to keep on training. Tess can already move a car without too much trouble…well, trouble afterward… She’s not sure if she’s keen on pushing herself further. The side effects have waned, but they can still be pretty nasty on some days.
Your Vices
Likes:
Reading
Playing the piano
chess
Sleight of hand Magic
Tea
Being outdoors
Being right
Having control
Green apples
Boxing
Dislikes:
Looking foolish in front of her family
Overly peppy people
Cheaters
Chocolate
Losing anything
Being told how to act or what to think
Not having control
Stupidity
Over confident people that aren't herself
Summer
Christmas Holidays
Strengths:
Creative
Loyal
Determined
Ambitious
Daring
Passionate
Weaknesses:
Rash
Jealous
Prideful
Spiteful
Hot headed
Stubborn
Egotistical
Envious
Fears:
Getting left behind
Being forgotten
Cats
Secret:
She hates her father
Family Ties
Father:
George Patrick Holmes- Ex Politician - Currently in prison
Mother:
Kendall Sophia Holmes nee Hannigan - Office Clerk
Siblings:
none
Any Other Important People:
n/a
History
Holmes was born in the summer time. An overly warm June third and a week early, Holmes was a noisy little bundle of joy when she came into being. Her parents were thrilled, though, however loud little Tess wailed at night for attention. The family was small but quite happy. Hers father worked as one of the most radical politician’s in his part of the city, her mother was able to take time out for Tess’s upbringing until she would be old enough to attend school. They had big plans for their daughter. Once old enough to go to school, they planned on her excelling in her studies, and then join a law firm, making a bright name and future for herself.
But things rarely go according to plan. When Tess was four, her father was accused of corruption. The accuser had framed Holmes's father perfectly and ripped the family apart. Tess’s father was sent to prison with little chance of getting out. Her mother was left with no money and any family they had lived on the other side of the country. They had no one to turn to, or lean on. Work was scarce and living in the city wasn't cheap, Holmes's mother had to settle for a job with long hours and mostly decent pay. Holmes, set out on her own path from an early age. Making a small gang of friends. All the stress and change in life, it made Tess’s ability manifest quite early. And she didn’t always use her new found talents for good. Small stuff, food and sometimes candy, Holmes was the one that started stealing money first. She was an accomplished pickpocket by the time she was eleven and just as charming as she could be. Getting food was as easy as smiling for Holmes.
She also managed to just avoid getting nabbed by the cops as aside from stealing, she was truant from school quite a bit too. School was boring to Holmes, and not profitable. She didn't fit in there, either. It was around the time that Tess turned twelve that she received a rather strange letter, telling her about a school that seemed to fit her. She knew she couldn’t just pinch wallets for the rest of her life. Her mother hated it and it wasn’t like it was thrilling anymore. And for more selfish reasons, her headaches were getting worse. Maybe the school would be able to help her.
Packing up what she had, Holmes quickly settled into the life at Hammel. School wasn’t quite as boring as she had supposed and soon she was working hard to get above average marks in her classes, not just because her family expected her to. Her training, though, that’s been a great deal rockier. She’s improved and grown stronger, but there’s much work still ahead. Tess hasn’t quite decided where she wants to go after graduating though. She may stay on and teach. She’s really grown to love the school and the people there.
Roleplay Example
Small preface:: Was a first post and generally, my first posts are a bit longer than replies. I tend to go by the 'match the person you're with' school of thought.
"Bloody tossers," Thaddeus muttered, throwing his arms up over his head.
The day hadn't started out so painful. In fact, it was the first time in a long time that Thaddeus had woken up in a decent mood. The world hadn't been weighing on his shoulders the minute he had opened his eyes. It had been startling. And then when he had sat down in his workshop. He might have emerged twice from his workshop the entire day and he had been awake before the sun rose. Thaddeus knew he had spoken with Zora during those instances, what he had said to her, exactly, he couldn't recall. He must have said something pleasant toward her, because she seemed to be smiling a whole lot more than he was used to. Which was something of note. His muse must have been making him giddy. If he wasn't careful, he could get known for smiling soon. But the work. God, the work was a thing of beauty, it was art. The metals he fused together to hold the fuel and flints, they were spiraled in the most delicate of ways. The brasses, the iron, it was a picture more breathtaking than anything that hung in a museum. Slipping the contraption on himself, Thaddeus laughed as it sparked and roared with flame. Functioning beauty, he could have died happily there.
Packing it safely into a box, Thaddeus pulled on clean clothes and even straightened himself properly before stepping out onto the street. He looked nearly a gentleman. The dark rings under his eyes and frenetic energy keeping him from slipping completely into the roll. It was already starting to grow dark as he headed toward the rows of theatres. This wasn't for his usual employer. It would be wasted on him and he really didn't have the skill for it. Not in Thaddeus's opinion. Getting to the stage back door, Thaddeus quickly made his way to the magician. But that was going to be the first dark mark in what had previously been a shiny day. He wasn't interested in what Thaddeus had built called it “dangerous” and “far too reckless”. Thaddeus wanted to strangle the idiot. Dangerous? He had built it! It was safer than any damn cabinet they scurried in and out of. It was perfectly fine!
But nothing Thaddeus said was changing the magician's mind. But, he did want to commission something else from Thaddeus. It was an old design that he wanted reworked. Thaddeus had to keep himself from rolling his eyes. He could do that easily and if this simpleton wanted it then Thaddeus could oblige...provided he paid half up front. And he didn't mention that he had doubled the price already. Thaddeus was surprised his smirk didn't give him away as the magician handed over a nice bit of money. That's where a stage hand with strawberry hair got an idea for a trick of his own.
"Get 'im Burns!" the boy shouted as he got back to his feet, rubbing the back of his head. Thaddeus grunted as he felt the brick biting into his forearms. Gripping his head with one hand, Thaddeus grasped blindly off to his right for something. He found his wooden box with his invention. He had to, there was no other choice. Gritting his teeth, he knew this was going to hurt him worse than any brick had already. The box collided sharply with the brute's head. The box splintered and the art inside was destroyed. But the bits of glass and metal sunk into the man's head, giving Thaddeus a chance to get back to his feet.
Spitting a bit of blood out of his mouth, Thaddeus looked up only to get another punch to the face. He shook his head, his wiry dark brown hair soaked from rain and sweat. Thaddeus snarled, grabbing the boy by the collar and whaling his fist into the lad's ribs. By then, the brute had recovered. Thaddeus was grabbed by the back of his coat and slammed into the alley wall. Collapsing into a pile of crates and junk, Thaddeus laid there, his vision blurring. His hands felt around and grabbed up a pointed bit of metal just as he felt the brute's hand on his shoulder. As he was pulled up and pinned to the wall, Thaddeus smirked, his teeth red with blood. The brute looked confused for a moment and then his eyes went wide. His grip on Thaddeus weakened until he let go entirely. Thaddeus wiped the blood from his hands on his ripped coat. It was ruined now anyways and already had blood on it from where he had stabbed the brute.
Patting himself down, Thaddeus sighed with relief, feeling the envelope of notes still safely tucked away. A glint off the street lights caught his eye. His invention, the largest piece was merely a shadow of what it had been that morning. He picked it up, gingerly like most would a small baby. He stood there for a moment as he looked over it. Would he really be able to rebuild it? Even the with his notes, there was no way he could be certain. As the groans started to get louder, Thaddeus was shaken back into reality and made his way home as quickly as he could. Quickly, though was hardly that. Every bone in his body was aching and his head throbbed loudly. His pace slacked off and soon he was lucky that he was still just limping along. He just wanted to get back. Hopefully, Zora would have gone out for the evening. The hour was late though, he didn't like the idea of her being out this late. But it wasn't like Zora couldn't handle herself. It was one of the many things that kept her off his list of hating people. He just wanted to lock himself away in his workshop, shut out the pain and try and rebuild his broken invention. But then a thought struck him and struck him swifter than any blow those boys had delivered earlier.
She would be home.
Waiting on him.
God, he remembered now what he had said to her earlier in the day and he knew, there was no way she wasn't going to be there.
“Bloody tosser.”
What About You?
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Name: Tess is good by me
Age: oh...old...
Experience: 6-7 years
How Did You Find Us? Adhoppings
Ready To Play? Totes
