Post by tobiaslongbridge on Aug 20, 2012 1:03:28 GMT 1
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Playby: Simon Baker [/center]
Name: Tobias Longbridge
Age: 30
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: Human (Unknown Water Elemental)
Physical Description: Tobias stands at roughly 6'1'' Tall and muscular. His upper body is most defined from long hours of shoveling dirt and farm waste. His hair is a honey blond that has lighter streaks due to long hours spend out in the hot dessert sun. When not paying attention to himself he often sports a heavy five o'clock shadow. His eyes are light blue and often are crinkled in the corners due to squinting to much. He wears the usual garb like most people in Haven consisting of thread bare pants and shirts that have seen better days.
Attitude: Tobias is a quiet man of few words. He believes that the earth should be respected and treasured for the bounty that it gives forth and often can be heard muttering in a soft lilting Irish brogue over his plants and trees. As he was taught by his father and grandfather. He greatly dislikes the Vampires and views there behavior has a crime against the earth.
Abilities: Standard Human strength and tolerances.
Though unbeknownst to himself and others. Tobias is a Water Elemental.
He has the ability to pull moisture from the very air and direct it to his plantings.
Weaknesses: As he is a human, he is prone to all things that humans suffer. He is also fair of skin and when forgets to wear a hat or long sleeve shirts gets sun burnt easily.
He can be very reserved and hold back from others. Shy or introverted some might be inclined to say.
History: Tobias grew up on the farm under the watchful eye of his Da' and Grandfather or Athair Críonna as he was most commonly called. His Athair is one of the founding people who settled the Farm and Haven. It was from them that Tobias grew to love all things grown and worked to develop his skills in animal husbandry, insuring that the horses that get bred can withstand the grueling heat and sun of the dessert.
His father and mother were most helpful in his upbringing and instilled all of their values and ideals in him. He has absolutely no love what so ever for the Vampires whom to him are a abomination to the earth. His family still practices the old ways of Celtic Druidism and worships the earth and what it can provide the people. This has lead him to be a very quiet man often watching from the side line before adding his own input as well as any action on his part. He condones violence of any sort and while he dislikes the vampires he's not one to take up arms against them. He has no use for the weapons that many of Haven carry. His method of defense against the stray zombie is usually what ever is at hand from a shovel to rake. He has his own small hut that he calls home and can be found more often in the fields or stables if needed.
Rule Code Word: 'Elek is made of awesome'.
Species Code Word: Skinny caramel macchiato to go
Clarification Code Word: 'firefly'.
Citizens Laws and Vampire Laws Code Words: Vampires do not. Attack innocent humans.
Rp Sample:
The sun broke over the horizon in a spectacular display of reds and golds. The yellow cuckoo called out from his perch teasing a warm smile from Tobias's mouth. The air was still and cool yet. In the near distance he could hear the soft wicker of his mare Bébhinn calling for him. She would be dropping her next foal soon. Stretching Tobias started his day with a simple prayer to the gods and broke his fast with some hard bread and water from a pitcher in his little kitchenette.
Dressing in simple worn pants and a much faded button down shirt, he hastily ran his hand threw his sun bleached locks. He never bothered with keeping it neat. Unless he remembered to have someone cut it when it over grew his collar or his Ma would heckle him over it. With a shake of his head he left for the stable area.
The sun was cresting over the mountains in the distance, showing promise of yet another hot day. He didn't mind at all though one grew used to the heat the longer they lived out here. "How's my beauty this morn?" he asked of the mare as he reached her and gave her soft muzzle a rub. The velvet smoothness of her lips tickled his hand as she searched for a treat. "Aye a greedy thing you are little mother." He chuckled and reached into his pocket for a small cube of pressed bit of sugar. Lifting her stall latch he entered in and began a quick exam of her whither and extended belly.. soon. She and Cearbhall would make a fine colt or filly for the stables of Haven. He had high hopes for this little one. Each one grew more adapt to living with less water and the ability to endure the heat. It had only taken him two handfuls of years to accomplish this feat.
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Playby: Simon Baker [/center]
Name: Tobias Longbridge
Age: 30
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: Human (Unknown Water Elemental)
Physical Description: Tobias stands at roughly 6'1'' Tall and muscular. His upper body is most defined from long hours of shoveling dirt and farm waste. His hair is a honey blond that has lighter streaks due to long hours spend out in the hot dessert sun. When not paying attention to himself he often sports a heavy five o'clock shadow. His eyes are light blue and often are crinkled in the corners due to squinting to much. He wears the usual garb like most people in Haven consisting of thread bare pants and shirts that have seen better days.
Attitude: Tobias is a quiet man of few words. He believes that the earth should be respected and treasured for the bounty that it gives forth and often can be heard muttering in a soft lilting Irish brogue over his plants and trees. As he was taught by his father and grandfather. He greatly dislikes the Vampires and views there behavior has a crime against the earth.
Abilities: Standard Human strength and tolerances.
Though unbeknownst to himself and others. Tobias is a Water Elemental.
He has the ability to pull moisture from the very air and direct it to his plantings.
Weaknesses: As he is a human, he is prone to all things that humans suffer. He is also fair of skin and when forgets to wear a hat or long sleeve shirts gets sun burnt easily.
He can be very reserved and hold back from others. Shy or introverted some might be inclined to say.
History: Tobias grew up on the farm under the watchful eye of his Da' and Grandfather or Athair Críonna as he was most commonly called. His Athair is one of the founding people who settled the Farm and Haven. It was from them that Tobias grew to love all things grown and worked to develop his skills in animal husbandry, insuring that the horses that get bred can withstand the grueling heat and sun of the dessert.
His father and mother were most helpful in his upbringing and instilled all of their values and ideals in him. He has absolutely no love what so ever for the Vampires whom to him are a abomination to the earth. His family still practices the old ways of Celtic Druidism and worships the earth and what it can provide the people. This has lead him to be a very quiet man often watching from the side line before adding his own input as well as any action on his part. He condones violence of any sort and while he dislikes the vampires he's not one to take up arms against them. He has no use for the weapons that many of Haven carry. His method of defense against the stray zombie is usually what ever is at hand from a shovel to rake. He has his own small hut that he calls home and can be found more often in the fields or stables if needed.
Rule Code Word: 'Elek is made of awesome'.
Species Code Word: Skinny caramel macchiato to go
Clarification Code Word: 'firefly'.
Citizens Laws and Vampire Laws Code Words: Vampires do not. Attack innocent humans.
Rp Sample:
The sun broke over the horizon in a spectacular display of reds and golds. The yellow cuckoo called out from his perch teasing a warm smile from Tobias's mouth. The air was still and cool yet. In the near distance he could hear the soft wicker of his mare Bébhinn calling for him. She would be dropping her next foal soon. Stretching Tobias started his day with a simple prayer to the gods and broke his fast with some hard bread and water from a pitcher in his little kitchenette.
Dressing in simple worn pants and a much faded button down shirt, he hastily ran his hand threw his sun bleached locks. He never bothered with keeping it neat. Unless he remembered to have someone cut it when it over grew his collar or his Ma would heckle him over it. With a shake of his head he left for the stable area.
The sun was cresting over the mountains in the distance, showing promise of yet another hot day. He didn't mind at all though one grew used to the heat the longer they lived out here. "How's my beauty this morn?" he asked of the mare as he reached her and gave her soft muzzle a rub. The velvet smoothness of her lips tickled his hand as she searched for a treat. "Aye a greedy thing you are little mother." He chuckled and reached into his pocket for a small cube of pressed bit of sugar. Lifting her stall latch he entered in and began a quick exam of her whither and extended belly.. soon. She and Cearbhall would make a fine colt or filly for the stables of Haven. He had high hopes for this little one. Each one grew more adapt to living with less water and the ability to endure the heat. It had only taken him two handfuls of years to accomplish this feat.
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