Tybalt Tobias Sylvain

[tybalt]

Tybalt Tobias Sylvain



SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS Dylan
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET seventeen
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR nine YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE none yet
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS /cheat and die;;!

IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground

[/b] Tybalt Tobias Sylvain
NICKNAMES: None
AGE: Seventeen
GENDER: Male
RACE: Shape shifter
CLASS: C
PLAY BY:Dylan[/size][/ul]

I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away

[/b] Blue
HAIR: Blonde
SKIN: Pale
BODY: Lithe
UNUSUAL: None really, he makes an attempt to look normal
OTHER FORM: Tybalt most usually takes the form of a small black viper with a brown houndstooth pattern.
APPEARANCE: Tybalt is a young boy of seventeen years with somewhat messy blonde hair and glasses. As a freelance reporter, he usually carries a pencil or pen behind his ear. He wears a thick coat to protect him from the cold mountain air, as he has a low tolerance to the chill. His face is slightly sharp, echoing his preferred form of a serpent. He is about five feet and nine inches tall. Tybalt was born in New York, and still retains the street smarts he gained while living there, often carrying a knife in one of his pockets "for emergencies". He is talented at acting one on one, but doesn't have the guts to actually go on stage and perform. Whenever he learns a valuable piece of information that could be incorporated into a story, he writes it down, whether it's on paper, on a computer, or on his body somewhere. This leads to jumbles of words on his hands and arms, some of them unintelligible due to his passionate, rushed handwriting.
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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose

[/b] Money, success, writing, getting the story, solving mysteries
DISLIKES: Cold, rules, competition, being caught, authority
STRENGTHS: Subterfuge, writing, street smarts
WEAKNESSES: Silver, physical strength/endurance, not good with women
SECRETS: He is currently looking to exploit the school for a story that would explode the tension between humans and supernaturals.
OVERALL: Constantly dodging authority, running around, making deals behind the backs of the law, and rampant exploitation of others makes Tybalt a dangerous person to cross. Even though he made his first big breakthrough as a writer by exposing corruption in New York, he is not above a little corruption himself. Bribing teachers, blackmailing students he doesn't like, and cheating are high up on his list of moral failures. His moral strengths are loyalty to those who are friendly to him, a good heart beneath all of his misdeeds, and a gentle nature (once he lets his guard down, that is). He distances himself from his weaknesses and tries to stay as close to his comfort zone as possible. He will only enter a fight if provoked and if he knows he will win. [/size][/ul]

WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong

[/b] Samantha, 40
FATHER: Tobias, 42
SIBLINGS: No siblings
OTHER PEOPLE: Grandmother named Betsy, 70 years old
HISTORY:From birth, Tybalt was always pushing the envelope when it came to following rules. This led to him being taken out of school at age five to be taught at home. However, the parents were constantly busy, leaving him at home with his grandmother, a warm old woman from Virginia. She had a large part in his raising, and encouraged Tybalt's creativity and natural talents. She was the one who first inspired him to start writing. She is perhaps the only one that could pull Tybalt completely under control, something his own parents found themselves unable to do.

Tybalt is a generally nice person, but would do anything to get his story, provided he knew he wouldn't get caught. During his days in New York, he found that his abilities granted him the ability to spy and sneak around, and he wrote a very successful story about gangs, which led to the arrest of main gang leaders. The remaining members took revenge, severely injuring and almost killing him. His parents realized he needed to know how to use his abilities more safely, so sent him to the academy. He hates being cooped up there, and is always looking for a way to get his writings printed.

As a result of his sneaky, slightly dishonest nature, he does not make friends very easily and is horrendously awkward around women, despite being somewhat of a romantic. From a very young age, he has been lying and cheating almost instinctually to get his way, whether he needed to or not. This has gotten him into trouble with his parents, and probably will get him in trouble in class.

Despite all of his faults, Tybalt makes an effort to be kind to anyone who is kind to him. Basically, however he is treated by others, he turns back threefold. If the person doesn't know him or is neutral towards him, Tybalt will go out of his way to avoid them. If the person treats him with cruelty, he will treat them with hatred. If the person is kind and generous, he will return with extreme, almost clingy, companionship. Tybalt would never betray someone who was kind to him, but would not extend the same kindness to a neutral or cruel party.[/size][/ul]

WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about

[/b] He is not evil, just selfish.
RP SAMPLE: Tony petted the scaled head of his pet snake gently, gliding his calloused finger over its black and brown scales. The snake flitted its tongue out, blinking its glaring blue eyes. A little man stood before Tony, a briefcase in hand. Tony gestured with the hand not holding the serpent, speaking in a gravelly tone.
"Take a seat, Dave. We have business to discuss."
The man called Dave nodded and sat, opening his briefcase with an ominous click, pulling out a large stack of papers. He shuffled them in hand, clearing his throat nervously.
"Can you put your pet away, Tony? That thing gives me the creeps."
Tony waved his hand, snorting at the stupidity of his colleague.
"Just tell me about the deal, did it go down?"
Dave pursed his lips together, sweat pouring down his face. He pulled out a monogrammed handkerchief and dabbed at the perspiration.
"Well Tony, look, it's a big deal and-"
"I don't need excuses! You had two weeks to put our money in, two weeks! I can't believe this!"
He slammed his fist down on the table, a furious expression on his graying face. The snake, startled by the noise, slithered off of the gangster's hand and onto the table, coiling around the handle of a mug of old coffee, blinking its eyes at Dave, who was now visibly shaking.
"I'm sorry!" He yelled defensively, running both hands through his slimy hair.
"There is the mayor, still. We have him in our pocket." Tony said this as if to reassure himself of his strength, a frustrated tone in his voice. At this statement, the snake turned its head to him, as if listening.
Dave nodded fervently. "Yessir, I'll put in a call right away."
Tony scoffed, "You'd better, Dave. And don't let me down again. Ever, you got that?"
"Yes sir! Thank you sir!" Dave began to back out of the room, turning quickly on his heel and exiting the meeting room in an obvious hurry. Tony looked around his desk for his pet. The snake was gone, nowhere in sight. Ah well, he thought, it wasn't as if he couldn't get another pet, and what's the harm one little viper could do? [/size][/ul]

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