Post by Tobias Evander Lyne on Jul 7, 2010 6:16:29 GMT -5
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Name:
Tobias Evander Lyne Toby
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight
Shift:
Red-tailed hawk
Nationality:
Scottish/Welsh
Appearance:
Toby has soulful brown eyes and a charismatic smile, both of which he uses to his advantage with girls. His auburn hair is clipped quite short in the back, though it sweeps out in the front to cover his forehead. His face is long, with a defined jaw and strong nose. Flawless skin adorns his pleasant face, and it is rare to find him any less than clean-shaven. He stands at 5’10”, though his posture isn’t great so often appears a bit shorter. He has lean, wiry muscles which he doesn’t put a lot of effort into maintaining, but his thin build makes up for it. His fingers are long, their tips calloused from long hours spent pressed against guitar strings; and he has rather large feet. He has a sort of awkward air about him, but it is also a charming one.
His style is somewhat relaxed and classic; he wears button-up shirts with vests and trousers when he needs to look good, and simple jeans and t-shirts when he doesn’t. He isn’t exactly vain, but he does like to look good. He sometimes accessorizes with a fedora hat and sunglasses, or the occasional (manly) necklace.
Personality:
Toby’s catchphrase is ‘work hard, party harder,’ but not really in the traditional sense. He is what he calls ‘straightedge.’ He does not smoke, drink, or do drugs, and his idea of a party is anything from a bonfire on the beach to playing Apples to Apples with a few close friends. He definitely knows how to relax without betraying his principles, and he takes this as a point of pride. At the same time that he knows how to party, Toby also knows how to work. That is, when it is something he enjoys. He did not do very well in school, mostly because he did not enjoy a lot of the work. He liked history, so he excelled in it, but his true passion was always music. From the moment he was capable, Toby was dancing and singing, and the first day he saw a guitar he wanted to play it. In this way, he is very dedicated. He understands responsibility when it comes to things he wants; he will do what it takes to keep a job if it means he will have the money to buy a new amp. When it comes to paying for running water, on the other hand, he is much more liable to flake out.
Toby is definitely not reliable when it comes to his friends. He is known to flake out on plans, or simply forget he had them. His friends have come to understand that he cannot be relied upon for rides or to show up on time. In fact, many of them tell him the wrong time for events in the hopes that he will show up closer to the actual start time. This doesn’t necessarily make him a bad friend, in fact he is a very loving person. Some might say too loving. His ‘muse’ is constantly changing, and he can’t keep a girlfriend for more than a few months because his affections rove so much. It isn’t that he stops loving the person he is with so much as that he starts loving other people, too. Most girls don’t find that so romantic, even if other things he does are (like writing songs for them).
Actually, Toby hates this about himself. He hates disappointing people and feels like he does it all the time. He has some mild depression, though he would never admit it for fear of making others worry about him. He gets down on himself very easily, and is definitely his own worst critic. He is also very empathetic, so when other people are upset it upsets him a lot. He will go to great lengths to cheer someone up, even to his own detriment. He takes it very hard when people are angry with him or leave him for whatever reason. Every friend lost is a severe personal failure.
History:
As a young child, he was an army brat. He moved around a lot and rarely had time to make proper friends, especially since he was homeschooled. He was always singing and dancing, and when his uncle brought over his guitar one Christmas, Toby demanded to be taught how to play it. By the time he was six, he was learning both guitar and piano. At nine, he also took up cello. When his father finally retired from the military, Toby was twelve years old and the only real friends he had were his music and his sister. His family settled down in a small town in Maryland and Toby was finally allowed to attend a real school, though it was a small private school (paid for by his mother’s wealthy parents). He made fast friends with many of the other children, though he led a very sheltered home life. His mother was rather overbearing, and his father was hypercritical. Bo and Shelley Lyne had wanted an athletic son, and Bo was never entirely ok with Toby’s decision to be a musician.
Toby was relatively popular throughout high school, though he never got into drugs or alcohol. He wanted to please his parents, and he was always a little too afraid of getting caught. In the end, he decided it was much better to be able to have fun without any help, and resolved never to have even a sip of alcohol. In his high school years, Toby dabbled with all sorts of instruments, though he focused his efforts on guitar, piano, and cello. By senior year, he knew he did not want to go to college, but wanted to try his hand at being a professional musician. His parents, however, had other plans. His mother’s parents had offered to pay for him to go to any school he wanted to go to, so his parents told him he had to go to school at least part-time. He decided to study music and history at a small school called Dante University.
It was only two days after graduation that Toby discovered his shifting abilities. He was definitely freaked out at first, but now he finds the freedom exhilarating. He was trying to find similar people on the internet when he came across MyShape Inc. and their association with Dante University. He moved in two months later and has lived there ever since.
Other:
He has a Corgi puppy named Ramses (after the pharaoh Ramses II)
Occupations:
Musician/dishwasher
Residence:
Verge Apartments
Likes:
Blueberry pie, music, guitar, piano, cello, comic books, history, people, board games, partying, blue, ravioli
Dislikes:
Drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, goat cheese, extreme weather, letting people down, fire trucks, most sports
Hobbies:
Playing music, reading comic books, editing Wikipedia articles, reading historical nonfiction, writing music, tutoring (he volunteers occasionally)
Pitch black. No space. Stale air and tired heat surrounded a still, small form. Wide, green eyes peeked through tangled red hair, not that any of this could be seen in the dark. All there was was pounding. The ship had stopped moving, that much was apparent. Through the thick walls, she could hear the faint pounding of footsteps, now growing closer. Someone was coming.
Fear.
The fear was blinding, harrowing. The only people aboard the ship when she boarded were the very same people who had tormented her, and their lackeys. What could be waiting for her beyond those doors other than cold steel tables, needles, and the fogginess that she had only just awoken from. She didn't need to be sedated when she was locked in a tiny metal room, one with only a single vent and an imperceptible door. No, the only thing beyond that door was worse than death.
The banging was getting closer now, too close. She tried to shut her eyes and make the fear go away, but the darkness was so consuming that it made no difference. There was no escaping this fate. She had tried before; tried to make them kill her. It was no use. They simply stuck her with a needle that made her vision strained and her mind unclear. In the facility, however, there was no darkness to ease the pain. At least in the darkness, it was possible to pretend she was already dead.
[/quote]Name:
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight
Shift:
Red-tailed hawk
Nationality:
Scottish/Welsh
Appearance:
Toby has soulful brown eyes and a charismatic smile, both of which he uses to his advantage with girls. His auburn hair is clipped quite short in the back, though it sweeps out in the front to cover his forehead. His face is long, with a defined jaw and strong nose. Flawless skin adorns his pleasant face, and it is rare to find him any less than clean-shaven. He stands at 5’10”, though his posture isn’t great so often appears a bit shorter. He has lean, wiry muscles which he doesn’t put a lot of effort into maintaining, but his thin build makes up for it. His fingers are long, their tips calloused from long hours spent pressed against guitar strings; and he has rather large feet. He has a sort of awkward air about him, but it is also a charming one.
His style is somewhat relaxed and classic; he wears button-up shirts with vests and trousers when he needs to look good, and simple jeans and t-shirts when he doesn’t. He isn’t exactly vain, but he does like to look good. He sometimes accessorizes with a fedora hat and sunglasses, or the occasional (manly) necklace.
Personality:
Toby’s catchphrase is ‘work hard, party harder,’ but not really in the traditional sense. He is what he calls ‘straightedge.’ He does not smoke, drink, or do drugs, and his idea of a party is anything from a bonfire on the beach to playing Apples to Apples with a few close friends. He definitely knows how to relax without betraying his principles, and he takes this as a point of pride. At the same time that he knows how to party, Toby also knows how to work. That is, when it is something he enjoys. He did not do very well in school, mostly because he did not enjoy a lot of the work. He liked history, so he excelled in it, but his true passion was always music. From the moment he was capable, Toby was dancing and singing, and the first day he saw a guitar he wanted to play it. In this way, he is very dedicated. He understands responsibility when it comes to things he wants; he will do what it takes to keep a job if it means he will have the money to buy a new amp. When it comes to paying for running water, on the other hand, he is much more liable to flake out.
Toby is definitely not reliable when it comes to his friends. He is known to flake out on plans, or simply forget he had them. His friends have come to understand that he cannot be relied upon for rides or to show up on time. In fact, many of them tell him the wrong time for events in the hopes that he will show up closer to the actual start time. This doesn’t necessarily make him a bad friend, in fact he is a very loving person. Some might say too loving. His ‘muse’ is constantly changing, and he can’t keep a girlfriend for more than a few months because his affections rove so much. It isn’t that he stops loving the person he is with so much as that he starts loving other people, too. Most girls don’t find that so romantic, even if other things he does are (like writing songs for them).
Actually, Toby hates this about himself. He hates disappointing people and feels like he does it all the time. He has some mild depression, though he would never admit it for fear of making others worry about him. He gets down on himself very easily, and is definitely his own worst critic. He is also very empathetic, so when other people are upset it upsets him a lot. He will go to great lengths to cheer someone up, even to his own detriment. He takes it very hard when people are angry with him or leave him for whatever reason. Every friend lost is a severe personal failure.
History:
As a young child, he was an army brat. He moved around a lot and rarely had time to make proper friends, especially since he was homeschooled. He was always singing and dancing, and when his uncle brought over his guitar one Christmas, Toby demanded to be taught how to play it. By the time he was six, he was learning both guitar and piano. At nine, he also took up cello. When his father finally retired from the military, Toby was twelve years old and the only real friends he had were his music and his sister. His family settled down in a small town in Maryland and Toby was finally allowed to attend a real school, though it was a small private school (paid for by his mother’s wealthy parents). He made fast friends with many of the other children, though he led a very sheltered home life. His mother was rather overbearing, and his father was hypercritical. Bo and Shelley Lyne had wanted an athletic son, and Bo was never entirely ok with Toby’s decision to be a musician.
Toby was relatively popular throughout high school, though he never got into drugs or alcohol. He wanted to please his parents, and he was always a little too afraid of getting caught. In the end, he decided it was much better to be able to have fun without any help, and resolved never to have even a sip of alcohol. In his high school years, Toby dabbled with all sorts of instruments, though he focused his efforts on guitar, piano, and cello. By senior year, he knew he did not want to go to college, but wanted to try his hand at being a professional musician. His parents, however, had other plans. His mother’s parents had offered to pay for him to go to any school he wanted to go to, so his parents told him he had to go to school at least part-time. He decided to study music and history at a small school called Dante University.
It was only two days after graduation that Toby discovered his shifting abilities. He was definitely freaked out at first, but now he finds the freedom exhilarating. He was trying to find similar people on the internet when he came across MyShape Inc. and their association with Dante University. He moved in two months later and has lived there ever since.
Other:
He has a Corgi puppy named Ramses (after the pharaoh Ramses II)
Occupations:
Musician/dishwasher
Residence:
Verge Apartments
Likes:
Blueberry pie, music, guitar, piano, cello, comic books, history, people, board games, partying, blue, ravioli
Dislikes:
Drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, goat cheese, extreme weather, letting people down, fire trucks, most sports
Hobbies:
Playing music, reading comic books, editing Wikipedia articles, reading historical nonfiction, writing music, tutoring (he volunteers occasionally)
Fear.
The fear was blinding, harrowing. The only people aboard the ship when she boarded were the very same people who had tormented her, and their lackeys. What could be waiting for her beyond those doors other than cold steel tables, needles, and the fogginess that she had only just awoken from. She didn't need to be sedated when she was locked in a tiny metal room, one with only a single vent and an imperceptible door. No, the only thing beyond that door was worse than death.
The banging was getting closer now, too close. She tried to shut her eyes and make the fear go away, but the darkness was so consuming that it made no difference. There was no escaping this fate. She had tried before; tried to make them kill her. It was no use. They simply stuck her with a needle that made her vision strained and her mind unclear. In the facility, however, there was no darkness to ease the pain. At least in the darkness, it was possible to pretend she was already dead.
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