Post by tace on Jan 27, 2010 4:05:55 GMT
The Basics
Name: Tacey Mercury
Alias: Tacey, Lucky
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Rank: Citizen of London
Appearance
Tacey stands at a short stature of 4'11, and is considered rather short for his age. Despite being much shorter than most fourteen year old boys, he has rather large eyes. He also has a much less matured body, and is what most would consider a ' Late bloomer '. Tacey still has many child like qualities and is often thought to be as young as eight years of age. This gives him a very small appearance and often leads to other to mistake for him a young child. His skin is often described as ivory and a pale white, and is smooth to the touch. Both of his eyes are rather large and are a smothering ocean green. His hair is a fair shade of yellow, and depends on the lighting. It could also be described as a white if in the right lighting. Tacey's hair is long and messy, it nearly covers his eyes.
Personality
He nearly always has an unamused grimace on his face, acting as if he doesn't find anything hilarious. In reality, he does have a sense of humor. He just hides it from most people. Whether it's calling out at random, or playing with his blond hair, only his friends see this side of his. He hides this side from his father and hides it because his father wants him to be serious.
When confronted about death or serious life issues, he will begin to tremble. While he is usually thingyy and confident, his mental shield is easily broken. If you know the right words to use. Breaking his mental protection is equivalent to landing a critical hit. Under stressful situations Tacey shuts down completely. The boy freaks out easily and is clumsy beyond belief. His mother raised him to be honest, and he is. To a fault, since he at times says things that would be better off not said. Despite his high intelligence, he knows very little about others personalities or how to deal with other people. Tears make him speechless and uncomfortable, making him feel rather stupid.
History
On a cold day fourteen years ago, a small boy was born to Madame Juanita D'Cruz, wife of Aaron Mercury, the owner of one of the largest metal working businesses in Great Britain. The boy had a healthy pair of lungs, which was evident from the fact he would never stop screaming as a child. As an infant he was often in the company of one of his many Nana's. The one that cared for the small toddler was a tall woman who had come from China at a young age with her parents. He would often sing to the child, and eventually gave him the nickname 'Lucky'.
The event that led the nickname Lucky wasn't an odd one. It wasn't even a event, it was a series of events. As the boy began to walk, he began to get into trouble. The common symptoms of Toddler Terror. The boy would often pull on the ends of table sheets, pulling all of the items on top of them down. They would never hit him, the items would always form a perfectly neat circle around him. One of the most unusual events was when he was outside in the rather large lawn and had climbed up into his tree house. The boy fell out of it, landing on the bags of soft soil moved into the lawn five minutes before so his mother could plant a garden. The Nana stared at the boy as he laughed and jumped on the bags of soil. That was how he got the nickname 'Lucky'.
The toddler eventually became old enough for school, no sooner than he turned four he was off to one of the best Private Schools in the City. At the school he was often the point of ridicule due to his large forehead. The bond headed boy would often get into heated arguments with his teachers and fellow students over the simplest of things. After all, he was the son of a wealthy man, he was use to being right about everything. This kept up until he turned eight. After that, he began to silently curse anyone who corrected him. It was humiliating to say the least, being corrected in front of everyone in the pompous attitude of the Private School. To counter this, he began pulling many many tricks around the schools.
One of his most known antics was the moving of all the desks in his school to the outside, lining the streets with them. Something his mother scolded him for greatly, however, due to simple luck, no one had seen him. After that the school kept a close eye on him. However, they never saw him do anything despite tricks being pulled all throughout the school.
When his Father went overseas to France for his work, his mother became ill. His father heard of it over letters, and stated he was going back home every other month to visit. He couldn't go home completely due to the tender issues with starting a new chain of his business over seas. So he began a life of visiting his mother after school and studying to take over his father's business.
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Roleplay Example
The streets certainly were busy. He had never seen then this packed before! He could just feel himself getting lost in them, and he had been born and raised in London. A dog ran across his feet as he stopped in front of one of the busy roads. The cars were passing quickly, and they seemed to show no sign of stopping. That is, until the red light switched on in the traffic light. Then the cars all seemingly came to a complete halt as if time had been frozen on them. Just like the rest of the stuck up Brits, Tace made his way across the street with little thought of anything but school. He was almost home, but the walk to school as still an annoying venture. Why did his father had to chose such an annoying location for a house! It wasn't like he had to live there.
The thought of his fathers smirk as he left home the day before to go back to the metal working branch he just set up in France made him glower as he walked. Today was not a good day for school. He would most likely say something rude that would completely turn the class against him and get into a fight. Tace wasn't suppose to be getting into those, or skipping, but today he found the opportunity just too attractive. So he made his merry way in the opposite direction of the school. It appeared talking one self into a logical reason for doing something wrong was easier than it appeared.
About Yourself
Name: Tace
Gender: Male
RP Experience: Five Years
Activity: I have no life, so pretty active
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