Post by Tiberius Sasilakis on Jul 11, 2015 2:47:21 GMT -5
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SECTION II - PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
SECTION III - Psychological Evaluation
PERSONALITY: Personality should be at least 2 decent sized paragraphs (5-8 sentences each) or about 150-200 words. SECTION IV - SUBJECT BACKGROUND
SUBJECT HISTORY: Tiberius was an accident, albeit a happy one. His parents, who had met in Greece and married a few short years later, had moved to Boston and subsequently lived there for the duration of their marriage. They’d had one child prior to moving, and had another a year after they’d come to Boston. Although they didn’t expect to have anymore, it just so happened that five years after their second, a third child was born to them, that being Tiberius. Tiberius, like his eldest sibling, Theon, was a shapeshifter like their mother was. It was no secret amongst the family; his mother’s sister was also one, and his father had learnt early on what they were. As he had no qualms about it, there was no grief within the family, even though their shifts were large and bulky. They avoided shifting if they could help it, though from an early age the children were taught to temper their emotional outbursts in order to keep control of their shifts. With such an age gap between him and his two siblings, he had little in common with them, though did his best to try and hang out with them. Apparently they lacked interest in indulging his needs for companionship, because they rarely wished for him to come with them. That isn’t to say, of course, that they weren’t nice to him; they treated him kindly enough, and his brother often wrestled with him because of their likeness in shifts, but that was the extent of their play. His parents likewise did not dote on him, per se, but did treat him as well as any parent should, and for the most part he was a happy – if somewhat lonely – child. That changed once his cousin was born, a year after he was. They grew up together, and Darryl was as more of a brother to him than Theon ever was. When Darryl was in and out of the hospital with various injuries and illnesses, Tib trailed after him like a loyal puppy, protective and concerned and using every opportunity he could to cheer him up. Since Tiberius’s parents were not quite so concerned with him shifting in public given that he was older and knew better, he was enrolled in public school. Though he made friends, he spent most of his time after school hanging out at Darryl’s house or inviting him over to play. Of course, as they grew older, they made new friends and fit into new high school niches, but that never diminished their friendship. In fact, it drove them closer. Not being able to spend all their time together at school meant that they spent as much time as they could hanging out at home. At school, Tib watched out for him like a hawk, and at the first sign of trouble he was by his side, a glare and a clenched fist usually enough to ward the jerks off. If not, a bloody nose and a bruised hand would often follow - Tib would tolerate absolutely no one picking on Dare, and often let barely controlled aggression deal with the problem at hand. That aside, Tiberius sought out various cliques but quickly found most of them to be distasteful and crude; the only group he seemed to click with was the boys' soccer team, having joined it in his second year of high school (after a rocky start of making it onto said team due to some unfortunate discrimination from the coach, which was appropriately dealt with by school staff). Any worries were set out of mind when he realized the boys on the team were far more supportive of him than his coach, and that they recognized his talent. It felt nice to belong to something. His grades were average, and he would never have been valedictorian, but he had a great fondness for history and thrived in any class related to it. Overall, his time spent there was typical and of nothing extraordinary, and looking back on it he would’ve said it’d been a dull point in his life. Up until it happened, of course. He hadn’t been at school at the time when Darryl had snapped in the cafeteria, and so he hadn’t been able to prevent the rest of the events from taking place, either. No, he’d been out on the soccer field with a few friends despite the downpour that kept everyone else indoors. When he finally came back drenched to the bone, the break was nearly over; he was, however, confused to see a lingering police officer, and it only took a few queries to find out from someone what had happened. Word travels fast. Most everyone that knew Darryl was his cousin shot him dirty looks, and more than once he snapped a vicious retort that made them clamp their mouths shut again in tight-lipped annoyance. Tib was beyond livid, not to mention afraid, and it was only by pure chance that he managed not to shift on the spot. He fled, though, back out into the rain, making futile efforts to figure out which direction they’d taken him. Frustration and fury caught up with him, eventually, and he prowled back into the cafeteria, intent on questioning the officer he’d seen, even if he had to drag it out of him. Apparently the lion in him thought this was a fabulous idea, because one moment he was demanding answers and being snarled at, and the next moment he was doing the snarling. There were screams in the background, though he took no notice, as he was too intent on pinning down the struggling officer who was shouting into his radio for backup. A few seconds ticked by, and then he felt something heavy smash against his head, and he was sent sprawling onto his side, vision black and fading. The last thing he saw was the toe of a boot as it collided with his face. He was transported to the Menagerie in similar fashion to Darryl, though he didn’t spend nearly as long in the labs. To this day he barely remembers being in there, only that once he was dropped into the dome, he joined the first ring he found, that being Fallen, and worked his way into the ranks as a scout. Months ticked on without any sight of Darryl, much to his dismay (as he searched often), but his dismay of course turned to great happiness once his cousin joined the Fallen as well. SECTION V - OOC INFORMATION
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