Post by Tommy Tyrant on Apr 22, 2009 21:24:16 GMT -5
Name/Alias: Tommy Tyrant
Age: Nineteen
Memories(remember/forgotten): Tommy remembers his old life, as it was just like any other ordinary life though on one halloween night he died when one of the candy pieces contained a razorblade inside it. He remembers watchig his own funeral and the Wraith taking him away but not to Hell's Pit or Shangri-La no it just dropped him and when he woke up he was in Animus room 4.
Religion: Tommy is a follower of The Dark Carnival. After death, your soul will stand up out of your body. You will all of a sudden see The Dark Carnival's parade of wagons rolling towards you. Lead by the 6 Joker's Card faces on giant flags and an entire parade of ghosts and wagons following them. You'll know right when you see them that there not with God and not with the Devil... These wagons are about to take you to one of them though. You're about to face judgment. They let you choose weather or not you feel you need to make a change in yourself. Once you die, they gladly take you to heaven or hell, which ever you deserve.
Personal Philosophy: Nuthin to it but to do it. Basically Karma.
Personality: Tommy was a psychotically joker style person taking pride in how he can scare the living daylights out of people. He is now a clown that constantly teeters with himself and most of the time ignores what others have to say as he can't find it is as important as what goes on his own mind at the time.
Race/Creature: Wicked Clown (Spectre given form)
Date of Birth: June 7th
Talents: Extremely talented with hatchets. Takes alot to die. Being a magical/cursed clown he is very resilient to "death bringing moments" Has a different perspective on everything where people see logic he sees idiocy and where he sees logic others see insanity.
Flaws: Underestimates everything, takes no one seriously.
Tattoos/Scars: Has his clown make-up permantly made to his face.
Home(land/world/town): 346 Franklin St, a dodgy, run down neighbourhood
Mental/Physical Illnesses: Schizosophrenia, Paranoia
Occupation: A bit of everything since he has no idea what he is he gets moments when he thinks he is either a famous actor, an astronaught, a scientist. When he gets like this or has an idea what he is he becomes and expert in that field. But it doesn't last long.
Hobbies/Interests: Cannibalism. Taking/finding things to take with him back home so he can sew/weld/mesh them together to make monstrosities nd zombe like beings to be his "friends".
Pick two items you will awaken with in your possession in the City of Animus?
A Hatchet with Holster.
A few Blunts
Age: Nineteen
Memories(remember/forgotten): Tommy remembers his old life, as it was just like any other ordinary life though on one halloween night he died when one of the candy pieces contained a razorblade inside it. He remembers watchig his own funeral and the Wraith taking him away but not to Hell's Pit or Shangri-La no it just dropped him and when he woke up he was in Animus room 4.
Religion: Tommy is a follower of The Dark Carnival. After death, your soul will stand up out of your body. You will all of a sudden see The Dark Carnival's parade of wagons rolling towards you. Lead by the 6 Joker's Card faces on giant flags and an entire parade of ghosts and wagons following them. You'll know right when you see them that there not with God and not with the Devil... These wagons are about to take you to one of them though. You're about to face judgment. They let you choose weather or not you feel you need to make a change in yourself. Once you die, they gladly take you to heaven or hell, which ever you deserve.
Personal Philosophy: Nuthin to it but to do it. Basically Karma.
Personality: Tommy was a psychotically joker style person taking pride in how he can scare the living daylights out of people. He is now a clown that constantly teeters with himself and most of the time ignores what others have to say as he can't find it is as important as what goes on his own mind at the time.
Race/Creature: Wicked Clown (Spectre given form)
Date of Birth: June 7th
Talents: Extremely talented with hatchets. Takes alot to die. Being a magical/cursed clown he is very resilient to "death bringing moments" Has a different perspective on everything where people see logic he sees idiocy and where he sees logic others see insanity.
Flaws: Underestimates everything, takes no one seriously.
Tattoos/Scars: Has his clown make-up permantly made to his face.
Home(land/world/town): 346 Franklin St, a dodgy, run down neighbourhood
Mental/Physical Illnesses: Schizosophrenia, Paranoia
Occupation: A bit of everything since he has no idea what he is he gets moments when he thinks he is either a famous actor, an astronaught, a scientist. When he gets like this or has an idea what he is he becomes and expert in that field. But it doesn't last long.
Hobbies/Interests: Cannibalism. Taking/finding things to take with him back home so he can sew/weld/mesh them together to make monstrosities nd zombe like beings to be his "friends".
Pick two items you will awaken with in your possession in the City of Animus?
A Hatchet with Holster.
A few Blunts