Post by timothy mccoy on Sept 12, 2009 3:52:38 GMT -5
show the world a little style,
a little attitude
[/color]a little attitude
TIMOTHYJAMESMcCOY[/color][/font][/b]
sup, my name is CAZZY
been breathing air for SEVENTEEN years now
but only been living for TWO YEARS
you can drop me a line at EMAIL AND PM
hey teachers, hey creatures,
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nicknames: TJ
age: 18
birthday: January 10
gender: Male
orientation: Heterosexual
school year: Senior
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just wait
take a breath of air before you faint
[/color][/font][/center]take a breath of air before you faint
height: 6”1’
weight: 158 lbs
build: Slender
eyes: Gentle, sweet blue eyes
hair: Dirty blonde, straight and messy
distinguishing features: Noticeable dimples
tattoos and piercings: None
personal style: TJ has a rather wide, random range of clothing choice. One day he could be dressed up in a suit tie and all, and then the next day he would arrive to school in his pajamas. He likes to feel free with his dress code, but there is a hidden message to his clothing. When he is not too happy he'd dress himself up in some ridiculously formal things, like a suit, for example. And for another example; it's his birthday, and he'd go to the mall in pyjamas. So the more casual, the happier. He doesn't really care how he looks though because, shirt or suit, they're all still clothes.
appearance: Tim is tall, and rather slender. He has blue, teal-ish eyes that had come from his mother. He looks rather mature, and some often think he is not actually a student. It embarrasses him really, how often it is that when he meets people, they ask him where he works and if he has went to university. Tim knows he has a rather child-like face though, which is the only thing that makes him seem even remotely eighteen.
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do you think you're right,wronged,
or do you think you'll fight?
[/color][/center][/font]or do you think you'll fight?
dislikes: Sports, his own second thoughts, parties, popularity, waiting, people who put others down, bullies and those cliche jocks.
strengths: Confident, witty, dedicated, funny, smart and caring.
weaknesses: Childish, immature, sarcastic, annoying, carefree, stubborn, grudging.
greatest fear: Elevators. When he was younger he was once caught in a building fire while in an elevator. Since then he has never set foot in one.
greatest desire: To become a scientist
habits and quirks: He messes up his hair when he is frustrated, and runs his hand through it when nervous. Another nervous habit is that he starts biting the inside of his cheek or tapping his foot. TJ also tends to laugh out of silence, and he is a germaphobe. And he also has a habit of daydreaming.
overall personality: While Tim’s negative traits are those that people tend to associate with him the most (his social ineptitude, his bookworm-ishness, etc), he has redeeming qualities as well.
From growing up as ‘the little nerd people pick on’, TJ has learned to protect those he feels responsible for. He's extremely loyal to his friends, and once someone has gained his trust, he has been known to put his own neck on the line for them if the situation calls for it. He is also highly determined, to the point of obsession, and if something catches his interest, he will put his all into it. He's extremely smart, particularly when it comes to history, and language, a lot of which is due to his travels during his younger years.
Though TJ is very shy, when you take the time to dig deeper, you grow to know that Tim in fact is not quiet and self-kept at all around people he has grown to know, and that he has a lot of confidence. When he is around his close friends he is charming, funny, witty and one of the nicest people to be around. He is still rather dorky though, as he dislikes sports, and is not very popular. TJ is one of the more sensitive boys, and can speak deeply about futures and goals. He never laughs at anyone’s dreams, and always tries his best when giving advice.
In addition to TJ's positive aspects, though, he is incredibly scatterbrained. He forgets things, loses things, breaks things, all because he can't seem to stay focused on things that aren't academic. He is socially awkward, and isn't terribly outgoing, so whatever new friendships he gains are usually the result of someone choosing to reach out to him, not the other way around.
Often, Tim is the kind you would much rather be close friend’s with than a boyfriend, because he does not like going out much, or big social events like a school dance or festival, which made him rather disliked by the more ‘popular’ girls in the school. He doesn’t mind of course, as he is fine with being single. He was once told by his childhood friend that he reminded her of a ‘big cuddly teddy bear’ and that he was very much like an older brother to her.
Timothy also has a tendency to develop hopeless crushes on girls way out of his league. He can be a sweet guys sometimes, no doubt, but he's not the most liked person around. Perhaps is the fact that he did not receive many interactions with women due to having no mother. He is somewhat looking for someone that would like the entire Timothy, but don't be expecting any incredibly amazing romancing or wooing to be coming from him. The last time he tried to kiss a girl, he threw up on her shoes.
All his shy and awkward characteristics aside, Timothy loves the theatre. He loves taking the mike, standing on the stage and just grasping the breath of everyone. He loves putting on a performance for others to laugh, to smile, to cry... anything really. He just loves acting in general.
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we are young, we are done
we ain't fighting nothing
[/color][/font][/center]we ain't fighting nothing
father: James Arthur McCoy, 47, researcher
siblings: None
extended family: N/A
pets: Sy'ri, Alaskan Malamute, four months
nationality: British
birthplace: Southampton, raised in London until he was four, and then travelled the world.
history: Timothy was raised by his father after his mother was killed in a somewhat unlikely accident during a vacation to the Alps. He was really too young to remember the incident, so he wasn’t particularly scarred by the experience. All he knew was that for as long as he could remember, he’d been on the move. His father traveled to a number of places, never stopping for more than a year and a half in any one place. Timothy kept in touch with a few of his old friends through phone and the internet.
TJ began to study and learn the languages of the places they visited. He started with French, and that basis made it somewhat easier for him to master Spanish, Latin, and Italian. Portuguese followed soon after Italian, and during a sojourn to the Eastern world, he learned Japanese. German and Dutch were his souvenirs from Holland, and Russian and Serbian were added to his repertoire after their stay in central Europe. Along with that, of course, he speaks English, as well as some Native American dialects he learned simply for interest's sake. Other people collect stamps or action figures; Timothy collects languages.
It was also with his father that Timothy had grew to become what he was. They ventured around the world with a couple of other people. He and his father grew very close. TJ held his own adventure, helping out with languages and such, and actually was the one who helped his father solve some key things in their documentation. They spent long enough in nearly every country for young Timothy James to make friends but not long enough to keep them.
Timothy came to New York only two years ago, when his father acquired an assignment there. But the good thing was that James promised Timothy that this would be a permanent stay. So far this new chapter of his life has been simple, and he only just went into East Side High for his education last year. Things have been going smoothly as some people had taken a liking to TJ’s completely unusual but fun ways.
In the mean time, TJ is trying to improve his social standing and expand his little circle. With friendships everything seems to be going fine.
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way outside yourself
there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
[/color][/center][/font]there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
member title: Charming Miscreant
roleplay sample:
Bursting through the windows, the orange flames lapped at the night's cold air, spitting through the black sky. A fire-engine came at last, siren howling. Rushing back towards the car, JJ felt Spence's arm grip onto her shoulder. He looked at her anxiously, staring at the three deep cuts she had gotten from the fight earlier. JJ raised her eyebrow and put on a shocked face. "Hey! What th-? These scratches?" she pretended to look over her arms. "Well you know..." she mused a moment later.
"They say scars make a man... But no one ever says anything about women... Why be sexist? Scars make a woman too." she cracked a smile, hoping to cheer up Reid and lift all of theirs spirits just a little. Even though he wasn't too much of an active participant in this recent main massacre, JJ didn't think that his day was brightened by the sight of dead bodies on the coffee unfilled stomach.
Jennifer looked at the building as the firefighters fought the fire. "Oh god Hotch our only evidence was in there!" she yelled to the man. JJ shifted slightly and grabbed on to the edge of the sidewalk with her hands, only to pull them away with a flinch. She looked at her left hand palm and saw a long red burn mark. "Ouch..." she said as she poked it lightly, trying to remember where she got the burn from and unsure of what had hurt more, the burn or the scratches. Quickly hiding her hand, she decided to forget about it until she got home.
"Its not your fault at all..." JJ shifted her eyes and studied the people as their injuries were getting treated. "If you wouldn't have done anything we would all still be either dead or injured. You'd just blame yourself for not doing anything..." she smiled gently at Reid, after he suggested that the house was on fire because he dropped the glass and made a sound.
"They say scars make a man... But no one ever says anything about women... Why be sexist? Scars make a woman too." she cracked a smile, hoping to cheer up Reid and lift all of theirs spirits just a little. Even though he wasn't too much of an active participant in this recent main massacre, JJ didn't think that his day was brightened by the sight of dead bodies on the coffee unfilled stomach.
Jennifer looked at the building as the firefighters fought the fire. "Oh god Hotch our only evidence was in there!" she yelled to the man. JJ shifted slightly and grabbed on to the edge of the sidewalk with her hands, only to pull them away with a flinch. She looked at her left hand palm and saw a long red burn mark. "Ouch..." she said as she poked it lightly, trying to remember where she got the burn from and unsure of what had hurt more, the burn or the scratches. Quickly hiding her hand, she decided to forget about it until she got home.
"Its not your fault at all..." JJ shifted her eyes and studied the people as their injuries were getting treated. "If you wouldn't have done anything we would all still be either dead or injured. You'd just blame yourself for not doing anything..." she smiled gently at Reid, after he suggested that the house was on fire because he dropped the glass and made a sound.
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I WANTED TO BE ME !
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