Post by evolution on Jan 30, 2009 9:33:47 GMT 10
`Tyler James Ward !!!
Charming | Talented | Patient
Charming | Talented | Patient
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Name: Tyler James Ward
Nickname(s): Ty
Major: Music
Age: 22
Grade: Junior
Birthdate:May 4th, 1986
Orientation:Heterosexual
Location: Lanai, Hawaii
`Appearance ,,
Tyler is a man of average height and if you had to ask him, he would have to say he had pretty average looks as well. He's modest about anything like that but at the same time is rather indifferent about what people think anyway. His clothing reflects that same indifference as he dresses how he pleases, taking on a grunge, rock star like look; the tattered, stone washed jeans and black shirts with various rock n' roll prints. Thats not to say that he doesn't dress appropriate when the occasion arises.
Ty has thick, jet black hair and is sometime taken for Italian man, minus the tanned skin. His hair styles change from time to time, but mainly sticks with some variations of a short style. Lately he has been sporting a faux-hawk and prefers to just wake up, tousle it a bit and get on with the day.
Tyler is a man of average height and if you had to ask him, he would have to say he had pretty average looks as well. He's modest about anything like that but at the same time is rather indifferent about what people think anyway. His clothing reflects that same indifference as he dresses how he pleases, taking on a grunge, rock star like look; the tattered, stone washed jeans and black shirts with various rock n' roll prints. Thats not to say that he doesn't dress appropriate when the occasion arises.
Ty has thick, jet black hair and is sometime taken for Italian man, minus the tanned skin. His hair styles change from time to time, but mainly sticks with some variations of a short style. Lately he has been sporting a faux-hawk and prefers to just wake up, tousle it a bit and get on with the day.
Best Feature: "My best feature? I've been told I have nice eyes. I don't really know what qualifies as having nice eyes, but I have a good idea of what doesn't; and since I don't look like an owl I think thats why I fall into that "nice" category. Someone once called them "kind" eyes, which you never really hear, unless of course you're watching a chick flick or something."
Worst Feature: "Oh man, I got some big ears! Not like Alfred E. Neuman, MAD Magazines' mascot BIG, but big enough. Some think they make me look cute, more likable, and by 'they' I mean my mother." [/size]
`Personality ,,
Charming: Amongst other things, Tyler has a great ability to be extremely charming; even if he doesn't realize it. What he would take as a simple, out of the ordinary response to an everyday question, many would take as him being flirtatious. Needless to say this only happens with the female persuation. He does have a way with his male compatriots, but is handled in a different manner, more playing to their masculent side with dirty jokes and horse play. Now while it certainly doesn't apply to all men, in college, it applies to a lot. Being this way comes so naturally for Tyler that he hardly notices that he is doing it unless someone points it out. Think of his charm as a harmless con; he's simply appealing to certain people with what he knows from his own experience.
Talented: Now talented certainly covers a wide spectrum of things, from talented at cooking to talented behind the wheel of a car. Tyler however is talented in music. From classical to contemporary, from acoustic guitar to piano he has a very expanded repetior when it comes to musical instruments. He likes to create his own musical pieces as well, usually playing all the instruments and piecing it together on his home computer.
Patient: Tyler never had much growing up and so when he did receive things, he knew to appreciate those things and wait, patiently, for the next to come. As he grew older, that patients translated in his ability to take music and musical instruments that he might not be familiar with and teach himself. Now while he is quick to judge people, he has the patients to wait and see if they'll prove him long in the long run.
Likes:Charming: Amongst other things, Tyler has a great ability to be extremely charming; even if he doesn't realize it. What he would take as a simple, out of the ordinary response to an everyday question, many would take as him being flirtatious. Needless to say this only happens with the female persuation. He does have a way with his male compatriots, but is handled in a different manner, more playing to their masculent side with dirty jokes and horse play. Now while it certainly doesn't apply to all men, in college, it applies to a lot. Being this way comes so naturally for Tyler that he hardly notices that he is doing it unless someone points it out. Think of his charm as a harmless con; he's simply appealing to certain people with what he knows from his own experience.
Talented: Now talented certainly covers a wide spectrum of things, from talented at cooking to talented behind the wheel of a car. Tyler however is talented in music. From classical to contemporary, from acoustic guitar to piano he has a very expanded repetior when it comes to musical instruments. He likes to create his own musical pieces as well, usually playing all the instruments and piecing it together on his home computer.
Patient: Tyler never had much growing up and so when he did receive things, he knew to appreciate those things and wait, patiently, for the next to come. As he grew older, that patients translated in his ability to take music and musical instruments that he might not be familiar with and teach himself. Now while he is quick to judge people, he has the patients to wait and see if they'll prove him long in the long run.
-Music (writing or playing)
-His piano
-His guitar
-Rainy days
-Sunrises
-Swimming
-Surfing
-Playing videogames
-Golf (loves it!)
-Automobiles
-Jewelry (has several trinkets and charms from his travels)
-Talking sports
-Smart Women
-Women that challenge him (intellectually or otherwise)
Dislikes:
-Loudness
-Overly confident people
-Macho men (-that is except THEE actually Macho Man Randy Savage from back-in-the-day wrestling, that guy was crazy! How can you NOT like him! He even put out a RAP CD!!! But I digress...)
-Drug use (or seeing people submit themselves to trying and/or doing it. Alas, we're on a college campus though, so it happens!)
-Women that slut themselves (-especially when, if you're belly is creeping out over the top of your pants, and you were a tube top; need I say more?)
-Old people that drive! (OMG OUT OF THE ROAD! The speed limit is 50, not "did I forget my Depends? Should I turn around? Why are people honking at me? Maybe I should slow down? I think I will, wouldn't want to cause an accident now would I?"!!!)
-The current economy
-People who get on their cellphone at a movie! (Just makes you want to... punch a baby!!! Who, ironically enough, is three rows down crying hysterically and driving you even more nuts!)
-People that hold themselves is such high regard that they scoff and denounce people that are just trying to scrape by.
-Jerry Springer (WHY IS IT STILL ON THE AIR?! WHY?!)
-Hospitals
-Conflict
Positive Traits:
Comedic: Always has a quip, pun or just something funny to say in most converational situations.
Dedicated: Likes to see things through to completion, and rarely, if ever gives up on something, or someone.
Observant: Tends to notice things that might give a way a persons personality or behavior, whether its clothing, or a piece of jewelry or some tell-tale sign a person might give off during conversation.
Negative Traits:
Stubborn: Hates when things don't go his way. Might throw a quick fit over the weather if he was expecting sun and got rain. Same thing would apply to getting stuck in traffic in a place that usually doesn't have it.
Idealistic: Tends to have high ideals when it comes to what he expects out of life. He doesn't shoot low in his expectations, and to some that may seem like a good trait to have, but his tends to be overwhelming. His standards aren't astronomically high, but to some they may think his heads in the clouds.
Quick to Judge: Ever notice someone that has expensive clothing, or a really nice car. Some may say that persons successful while Tyler on the other hand would be quick to say they are rich snobs, or lucky lotto winners; the latter applying to the people you see in those expensive cars but dress like they came straight out of the "hood". Tyler just has a tendency to judge people on their "look" alone, but if actually met the person, would give them the benefit of the doubt. But since most people you see on the street you likely never see again, his first impression of a person is usually the last.
Greatest Ambition: To become a multi-genre musician/artist.
Greatest Fear:To fail without being given the opportunity to succeed.[/size]
`History ,,
Tyler James Ward was born on May 4, 1986 on the island of Lanai in a small town just outside of Kaumalapau Harbor. He was almost three months premature and while the doctors believed there would be medical complications and there was a good chance he would need medical treatment for the rest of his life, it turned out to be the exact opposite. Tyler turned out to be a happy, healthy baby and his parents were relieved at the outcome. For the first few years of Tyler's' life, it was hard to adjust to life on Lanai, because the population was a lot smaller there and the only thing really going for it was a small airport that attracted tourist, who were then transported by boat to other islands nearby. His father worked at the harbor as a fisherman and made an honest days pay, always humble and always hard working. His mother was a music teacher at the local school and very early on began teaching Tyler how to play piano and read sheet music. By age 5 he was a practical prodigy and was playing advance music that even people in high school hardly tackled. Things unfortunately were put on hold in the lives of the Ward household when they got the news that Tylers' father was diagnosed with cancer.
The family packed up and moved to Honolulu where the medical treatment and hospitals were much better and his father could get better care. He then spent the following seven months in the hospital, recovering from surgery to remove the cancer. He then spent the next several years getting aggressive chemotherapy. The entire time, when his mother wasn't by her husbands side, she was working two jobs and barely scraping by to pay bills; and so Tylers' piano studies were cut short, but he would practice on his own on occasion. When they arrived in Honolulu originally, Ty wasn't sure what to expect, but he made friends quickly and actually enjoyed it there much more than back at Lanai. Once his father had beat his cancer into remission and recovered enough to go back to work, John decided he wanted a change in his life. He had beat his cancer and he was proud of that fact and somehow felt more alive than ever, and wanted something more enjoyable out of life. So in some spur of the moment decision, John decided to open a dive shop. While Layla thought that the chemo did something to John's brains, John insisted it would work out and indeed it had. Granted it was tough to get started, but sure enough, with Honolulu being a much bigger tourist attraction, he dive shop quickly took off and they were in business. John would not let Ty work at the shop though, even though he protested to his mother countless times; but they both insisted he stick to his studies and when he was older he could help around the shop.
Much to Tylers' dismay, he did what his parents told him and kept to his academics. He was a good student and managed to stay out of trouble, namely because his father told him that if he ever screwed up he could forget working at the dive shop. Tyler also picked up another passion in his teen years; surfing. He had become good friends with the local surfers since his fathers shop was right on the beach and spent many days and evenings out on the water surfing with his friends since he wasn't allowed to work the shop yet. But then that day came sooner than he would have liked. He was 17 at the time and was very active in surfing and was even competing. But then his father told him he needed the help at the shop and Tyler, like a good son, dropped what he was doing and began helping in whatever way he could. Yet again, another of Tylers' passions was put on hold due to family. But he understood and he still managed to get out after school on weekdays when business was at its slowest. Even with a full work load at the shop, surfing, piano, and school, Ty managed to graduate with a 3.8 GPA and get full scholarship to Washington University of the Arts for Music Theory. Some asked why he wanted to move so far away to attend college and aside from its reputation for having a outstanding faculty, Tyler just wanted to get out and "see the world" as many people tend to say when they move far from home. He wanted that independent college life.
It was a very proud moment in his parents lives and praised their son for his decision for they too wanted him to get out and experience things that they themselves hadn't. Things were smooth sailing for his first three years of school, but then it was in his junior year at Washington University when he got a call from his mother, frantic and scared. His father's cancer was back, very aggressive and spreading very fast. Tyler dropped everything to be by his fathers side and support his mother. John's second fight with cancer was a losing one and after three weeks of fighting, he could do no more. John Ward passed away on June 15th, 2007. Ty was crushed, his mother was lost and it seemed like there was nothing that could bring them out of there misery. Tyler decided to drop out of school and keep the shop going, at least temporarily until he could find someone to manage it. He was holding onto his father this way, holding onto the memories by holding onto his shop. It was hard times for awhile and he wasn't sure what to do with himself; his emotions were all over the place. It had been a years since his fathers passing and Ty had found a new person to manage his fathers dive shop in that time. With things well in hand, he reluctantly left for the states to continue school. Now his story continues...
Tyler James Ward was born on May 4, 1986 on the island of Lanai in a small town just outside of Kaumalapau Harbor. He was almost three months premature and while the doctors believed there would be medical complications and there was a good chance he would need medical treatment for the rest of his life, it turned out to be the exact opposite. Tyler turned out to be a happy, healthy baby and his parents were relieved at the outcome. For the first few years of Tyler's' life, it was hard to adjust to life on Lanai, because the population was a lot smaller there and the only thing really going for it was a small airport that attracted tourist, who were then transported by boat to other islands nearby. His father worked at the harbor as a fisherman and made an honest days pay, always humble and always hard working. His mother was a music teacher at the local school and very early on began teaching Tyler how to play piano and read sheet music. By age 5 he was a practical prodigy and was playing advance music that even people in high school hardly tackled. Things unfortunately were put on hold in the lives of the Ward household when they got the news that Tylers' father was diagnosed with cancer.
The family packed up and moved to Honolulu where the medical treatment and hospitals were much better and his father could get better care. He then spent the following seven months in the hospital, recovering from surgery to remove the cancer. He then spent the next several years getting aggressive chemotherapy. The entire time, when his mother wasn't by her husbands side, she was working two jobs and barely scraping by to pay bills; and so Tylers' piano studies were cut short, but he would practice on his own on occasion. When they arrived in Honolulu originally, Ty wasn't sure what to expect, but he made friends quickly and actually enjoyed it there much more than back at Lanai. Once his father had beat his cancer into remission and recovered enough to go back to work, John decided he wanted a change in his life. He had beat his cancer and he was proud of that fact and somehow felt more alive than ever, and wanted something more enjoyable out of life. So in some spur of the moment decision, John decided to open a dive shop. While Layla thought that the chemo did something to John's brains, John insisted it would work out and indeed it had. Granted it was tough to get started, but sure enough, with Honolulu being a much bigger tourist attraction, he dive shop quickly took off and they were in business. John would not let Ty work at the shop though, even though he protested to his mother countless times; but they both insisted he stick to his studies and when he was older he could help around the shop.
Much to Tylers' dismay, he did what his parents told him and kept to his academics. He was a good student and managed to stay out of trouble, namely because his father told him that if he ever screwed up he could forget working at the dive shop. Tyler also picked up another passion in his teen years; surfing. He had become good friends with the local surfers since his fathers shop was right on the beach and spent many days and evenings out on the water surfing with his friends since he wasn't allowed to work the shop yet. But then that day came sooner than he would have liked. He was 17 at the time and was very active in surfing and was even competing. But then his father told him he needed the help at the shop and Tyler, like a good son, dropped what he was doing and began helping in whatever way he could. Yet again, another of Tylers' passions was put on hold due to family. But he understood and he still managed to get out after school on weekdays when business was at its slowest. Even with a full work load at the shop, surfing, piano, and school, Ty managed to graduate with a 3.8 GPA and get full scholarship to Washington University of the Arts for Music Theory. Some asked why he wanted to move so far away to attend college and aside from its reputation for having a outstanding faculty, Tyler just wanted to get out and "see the world" as many people tend to say when they move far from home. He wanted that independent college life.
It was a very proud moment in his parents lives and praised their son for his decision for they too wanted him to get out and experience things that they themselves hadn't. Things were smooth sailing for his first three years of school, but then it was in his junior year at Washington University when he got a call from his mother, frantic and scared. His father's cancer was back, very aggressive and spreading very fast. Tyler dropped everything to be by his fathers side and support his mother. John's second fight with cancer was a losing one and after three weeks of fighting, he could do no more. John Ward passed away on June 15th, 2007. Ty was crushed, his mother was lost and it seemed like there was nothing that could bring them out of there misery. Tyler decided to drop out of school and keep the shop going, at least temporarily until he could find someone to manage it. He was holding onto his father this way, holding onto the memories by holding onto his shop. It was hard times for awhile and he wasn't sure what to do with himself; his emotions were all over the place. It had been a years since his fathers passing and Ty had found a new person to manage his fathers dive shop in that time. With things well in hand, he reluctantly left for the states to continue school. Now his story continues...
Best Memory: The day his father opened the family dive shop for the first time. The excitement on his face, the sense of accomplishment in the air. Tyler was so happy for his father that day. It was quaint, and so simple and yet you would have imagined his father had just hit the lottery. He was happy for his father, and proud of him for his accomplishment.
Worst Memory: The day his father died. What might have been even worse was the phone call he received from his mother, in her frantic, frightened tone saying his father's cancer returned and was worse than ever. His mother had always been a strong person, a rock for the family, but in her moment of weakness had scared Tyler so bad. He was so anxious from then until the day he could get back home to see his family.
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`Writing Skill ,,
As the panic began to taper off and many of the survivors had escaped the wreckage of Oceanic 815, Jack was still in the midst of the debris... searching. Slowly lowering himself to his knees, Jack began to unzip a suitcase and rummage through it. Pushing aside some women's clothing, he pulled from the bottom a small, round plastic caring case with leopard print on it. He wanted to smile as he observed said print, but couldn't muster the strength to do so. Instead he slid the zipper back and opened the casing pulling from it a small sewing kit. It's content included various colored threads on tiny bobbins and several needles. Jack summoned a sigh of relief as he pockets the kit, but was not looking forward to what he would have to do next. Rising to his feet once more, Jack sluggishly walked back through the debris of the plane until he was away from the fumes and away from the noise. If Jack was going to do what he knew he had to, he at leasted wanted to be away from that place so he could concentrate on the task he was about to perform.
Walking down the beach, away from the crash site felt like a chore; Jack's body refusing to go on. His heart had been pounding in his chest forever it seemed and his body was making him pay for his heroic's. He felt tired and sore, however, considering that he just fell from the sky on a plane and managed to walk away with only a few cuts and bruises Jack's body had all the right in the world to want to rest. But the doc refused to relax, not yet. It was time to take care of himself for a change. As he ventured further from the crash site, Jack came to a patch of tall grass, grass which stuck out further than the rest of the jungle, like a penisula of grass that jutted out from lush landscape.
Pushing through a small patch of brush and bushes, Jack came to a small secluded area just off the shore, shaded by a large tree. The ocean waters collided with a rocky outcropping that stopped the tide, but created a small pool of water within it that stretched up onto the beach itself. The island itself had a very paradise like feel to it, regardless of the circumstances in which they arrived on it. The sound of the ocean waves pounding along the shore were all that the doctor could hear, no longer being bombarded with the screams and cries from the wreckage.
Jack slowly stumbled to the shaded area under the tree then taking a deep breath, Jack swallowed and released that deep breath, letting his shoulders fall and his body along with it, falling to his knees. Removing his jacket one sleeve at a time, Jack had little trouble with the task, but when he reached his injured side, Jack winced in pain sucking back air as he wrestled the other sleeve off. Undoing his tie, he tossed it aside and then began unbuttoning his collared shirt. Again when he reached his injuried side he gasped in pain but removed the shirt followed by his white t-shirt undershirt, which was probably the most painful as it was snug to his body. As Jack knelt in the sand, he raised up his left arm over his head and peered at his side, assessing his wound. He saw the extent of the damage and tilted his head back looking skyward through the branches of the tree overhead. He sighed heavily and realized that there was a good chance he wouldn't be able to do this by himself. He was there to help anyone and everyone he could, but in his time of need, who was going to help him?
[/size][/center]As the panic began to taper off and many of the survivors had escaped the wreckage of Oceanic 815, Jack was still in the midst of the debris... searching. Slowly lowering himself to his knees, Jack began to unzip a suitcase and rummage through it. Pushing aside some women's clothing, he pulled from the bottom a small, round plastic caring case with leopard print on it. He wanted to smile as he observed said print, but couldn't muster the strength to do so. Instead he slid the zipper back and opened the casing pulling from it a small sewing kit. It's content included various colored threads on tiny bobbins and several needles. Jack summoned a sigh of relief as he pockets the kit, but was not looking forward to what he would have to do next. Rising to his feet once more, Jack sluggishly walked back through the debris of the plane until he was away from the fumes and away from the noise. If Jack was going to do what he knew he had to, he at leasted wanted to be away from that place so he could concentrate on the task he was about to perform.
Walking down the beach, away from the crash site felt like a chore; Jack's body refusing to go on. His heart had been pounding in his chest forever it seemed and his body was making him pay for his heroic's. He felt tired and sore, however, considering that he just fell from the sky on a plane and managed to walk away with only a few cuts and bruises Jack's body had all the right in the world to want to rest. But the doc refused to relax, not yet. It was time to take care of himself for a change. As he ventured further from the crash site, Jack came to a patch of tall grass, grass which stuck out further than the rest of the jungle, like a penisula of grass that jutted out from lush landscape.
Pushing through a small patch of brush and bushes, Jack came to a small secluded area just off the shore, shaded by a large tree. The ocean waters collided with a rocky outcropping that stopped the tide, but created a small pool of water within it that stretched up onto the beach itself. The island itself had a very paradise like feel to it, regardless of the circumstances in which they arrived on it. The sound of the ocean waves pounding along the shore were all that the doctor could hear, no longer being bombarded with the screams and cries from the wreckage.
Jack slowly stumbled to the shaded area under the tree then taking a deep breath, Jack swallowed and released that deep breath, letting his shoulders fall and his body along with it, falling to his knees. Removing his jacket one sleeve at a time, Jack had little trouble with the task, but when he reached his injured side, Jack winced in pain sucking back air as he wrestled the other sleeve off. Undoing his tie, he tossed it aside and then began unbuttoning his collared shirt. Again when he reached his injuried side he gasped in pain but removed the shirt followed by his white t-shirt undershirt, which was probably the most painful as it was snug to his body. As Jack knelt in the sand, he raised up his left arm over his head and peered at his side, assessing his wound. He saw the extent of the damage and tilted his head back looking skyward through the branches of the tree overhead. He sighed heavily and realized that there was a good chance he wouldn't be able to do this by himself. He was there to help anyone and everyone he could, but in his time of need, who was going to help him?
`Behind The Character ,,
Name: Sean
Age: 25
Role-playing experience: 10+ years
How you found us: RPG-directory.com
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