{"No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path."}
-BUDDHA
Message Man- Twenty One Pilots || Disenchanted- My Chemical Romance || Waking The Demon- Bullet For My Demon || Seven Devils- Florence and The Machines || Eyes On Fire- Blue Foundation Zed Dead Remix ||
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|{Full Name}|
Chelsea Demetrius Tolfey
|{Nickname/Alias}|
|| Tolfey (Prefered) || Demetri (Used Mainly) || Demi (Often) || Jazz Hands (Sometimes) ||
|{Codename}|
One Of Our Own
|{Citizen Number}|
#77833877
|{Age}|
Twenty Four
|{Ethnicity}|
|| 25% Italian || 25% German || 20% Colombian || 20% French || 10% African ||
|{Sexuality}|
Sapiosexual
||A Person Who Finds Intelligence The Most Sexually Attractive Feature||
Demi-Sexual
||A Person Who Doesn't Feel Sexual Attraction To A Person Until They Have A Strong Emotional Connection||
|{Role In Roleplay}|
Humanly
Chelsea Demetrius Tolfey
|{Nickname/Alias}|
|| Tolfey (Prefered) || Demetri (Used Mainly) || Demi (Often) || Jazz Hands (Sometimes) ||
|{Codename}|
One Of Our Own
|{Citizen Number}|
#77833877
|{Age}|
Twenty Four
|{Ethnicity}|
|| 25% Italian || 25% German || 20% Colombian || 20% French || 10% African ||
|{Sexuality}|
Sapiosexual
||A Person Who Finds Intelligence The Most Sexually Attractive Feature||
Demi-Sexual
||A Person Who Doesn't Feel Sexual Attraction To A Person Until They Have A Strong Emotional Connection||
|{Role In Roleplay}|
Humanly
{"People with weaknesses get killed by the people who lack them. Notice I'm not dead.” }
-SHERRILYN KENYON
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Precognitive Artistry
|{Power Limitations}|
Demetri may not always understand what his drawings mean, the predictions may be extremely vague, and the future is only limited to the drawing and not actually knowing when the future shall occur.
He can not always control when he has a prediction for the future, so at random times he may being to start drawing and cannot stop himself. Once in the state of this he or no one else can bring him out of it, only once his done with the art will he return to normal. Always after using his abilities he become weak and requires a resting period where he is rendered almost completely motionless.
|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
▪When He's Extremely Stressed He Will Read The Picture of Dorian Gray From Start To Finish Nonstop ▪Demetri Will Eat Standing Up, Unless He Is Forced Otherwise ▪Has To Have At Least One Cup Of Coffee And A Glass Of Alcohol A Day ▪Caffeine Addict ▪Slight Alcoholic ▪Has A Cigarette Daily {keeps it hidden}▪Allergic To Perfume/Cologne ▪Always Wears His Thick Black Rimmed Glasses, Even Though He No Longer Needs Them ▪Talks A Lot With His Hands ▪Can't Stand Wearing The Color Orange ▪Finds It A Type Of Art When People Wear Makeup ▪Randomly Quotes Books, Movies, Philosophers, Etc. While Having A Conversation ▪While Talking Sometimes He'll Start Speaking French Without Meaning To ▪Bites His Bottom Lip And/Or Nails And Runs A Hand Through His Hair When He's Around Someone He Finds Intriguing ▪When Taking Interest In Someone He'll Anonymously Send Them Small Gifts Of Things He Knows They Like▪
|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
▪Has The Ability To Notice When Someone's Lying By Their "Tell" Signs ▪Can Easily Persuade People Into Getting What He Wants ▪Can Make Almost Any Lie Sound Like The Truth ▪Speaks English and French ▪Can Easily Push Someone Away Or Get Over A Person ▪Thinks Things Through Quickly ▪Knowing When It's Best To Stop Talking {he doesn't always stop} ▪Understanding Peoples Moods Or Feelings ▪He Knows A Lot Of Information From Reading A Lot ▪Easily Comprehends Things ▪Isn't Easily Upset ▪Has Pretty Good Sense Of Sarcasm And Joke Skills, Though Witty From Times ▪
|{Flaws || Weakness}|
▪Tends To Push People Away ▪Always Thinks He's Right ▪Mostly He Doesn't Value Other Peoples Opinion ▪Always Keeps His Guard Up ▪When He Does Open Up To Someone He'll Get Attached And Not Want To Lose That Person ▪When Getting Attached He Tries Pushing That Person/People Away Even Though He Wants Them Around ▪Stubborn ▪Always Tries To Get His Way ▪Chelsea Rarely To Never Asks For Help And Will Always Refuse To Accept It ▪Slightly Addicted To Alcohol ▪Extremely Addicted To Coffee ▪ Gets Rather Jealous When He's In A Relationship Or Trying To Get In One ▪Tends To Only Show Off His Jackass and Sarcastic Personality To Try To Keep People From Getting To Close ▪Doesn't Know When To Drop Arguments From Time To Time ▪ With His Sleeping Habits He Sometimes Refuses To Sleep Leading Himself To Pass Out From Tiredness ▪
|{Hobbies}|
▪Reading ▪Smoking ▪Playing The Piano/Guitar ▪Listening To Music ▪Writing Stories/Instrumental Music ▪Swimming/Exercising/Working Out ▪Spending Time In Nature ▪Drinking Both Alcohol And Coffee ▪Practicing Self-Defense And Fencing ▪Painting/Drawing/Doing Crafts▪
|{Fears}|
|| Having Bad Visions || Losing His Ability To Draw || Drawers Block "Worse than writers block." || Doing Nothing Meaningful With His Life || Being Left Alone || Having A Mental Break Down Or Other Mental Problem In Public
|| Being Tricked Or Deceived By Any || Dying Painfully || Afraid Of Being Taken Away From The Humanly || Being Alone ||
|{Secrets}|
✤ He Acts As If He Doesn't Care That Much About The Humanly, But In All Reality They're His World✤✤The Thought Of Never Being Loved Is Unevening✤✤When He Lets His Walls Down To Someone He Becomes Emotionally Attached✤
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{"I hold that a strongly marked personality can influence descendants for generations..” }
-BEATRIX POTTER
|{Personality}|
When someone first meets the young man with his head held high they'll automatically get the sense that he doesn't long to be bothered, conversed with, or even admired; that's not completely true. Mostly people are a thorn in the giants foot, but it doesn't mean he completely doesn't want to be bothered. Chelsea has a set mind on life, to be something successful. He may not know exactly what he wants to be in life, but right now his goal is to help The Humanly be able to be free. He doesn't like the fact they must hide, so momentarily that is what he focuses on. Demetri is a very focused man. Though he is able to do many task at once, he rather just do once at a time.
There are more reason to his lack of speaking: people aren't as intelligent as him causing conversations to be less interesting, a lot of people are completely self absorbed (which he can't stand), and he doesn't want to grow to attached to anyone. Though Chelsea seems to be more about himself he tries his best to talk to other people when he can, being friendly is something he likes. Demi normally just likes talking to a certain type of person: he likes a stubborn person that knows exactly how to hold a conversation. Someone that can go from topic to topic flowingly, that's intelligent and can just keep things going. He's favorite people are the ones that can talk about painters or music or literature with him, he even likes a little head butting here and there. Everyone he's around of course isn't this way, which is kind of irritating and stressful to him. If he's talking to someone and he never gets the conversation he wants he'll politely excuse himself from the conversation.
He's also a very prideful man if not noticed, like he thinks he's a god himself, though he doesn't always throw it in peoples faces. Demetri tries his best to be a gentlemen, so being rude and demanding is defiantly not the best thing to do. With his pride he tries his best to showcase it without overdoing it. Like he'll never ask anyone for help or he'll never admit he's wrong or back down from a challenge. When he thinks someone is trying to out do him he shows them he's better, maybe because he usually is, but he never boast about it. He studies a lot, both in his art and literature. He knows in order to be the best he most study his best, though he doesn't know exactly what his abilities will amount to in the future, unless of course his has a vision of the future. Being able to use his knowledge well does bring another level of ego to him, he never completely lets it go to his head though. Even though he's prideful he knows when to back down; he wants a friend that can make him do so. In his most inner layer he's still the silent young man that never really knows how to hold a conversation with anyone. His face might say strong, but his soul says otherwise now. His pride is something, but he still sometime feels really lonely from the fact he rarely lets anyone get close to him. Demetrius is always the one that seems to be in charge, he does like it except he wished someone would overpower that, to him that's a sign of caring in a sense. With him being such an outcast in his younger years for being an awkward kid, he's always afraid of ever getting to close to anyone, they could always hurt him like others use to do. His fears are something he'd never share with anyone, unless they were someone he'd really trust, AKA someone that could for once put him in his place.
Art and music though, his love for art is the passionate of his life, while music is jus a love. Painting has always been his escape from reality. He knows for a fact regardless of his powers he loves painting. The way he gets lost in his work is uncontrollable. The way the brush fits in his hand and the paint glides on the paper, he just loses the real world. His love for painting makes him find beauty in everything, everything that has ever existed in beauty, but he finds it hard to find the beauty in humans. Being bullied growing up made him lose the beauty he once saw in humanity. Chelsea still sees the beauty that humans create, just not the beauty of themselves, though rarely he sees it sometimes. Also he loves the piano dearly, being able to play causes him great joy. With each passing note makes an outburst of emotions bloom inside of the silent gentleman type. Along with the piano he also likes other instruments like the harp, flute, and violin, but nothing could compare to the grand piano he had in the living room at his grandparents home growing up. One way to undoubtedly make him dislike someone is if they were to horribly play the piano. Personally he feels like everyone who is well educated should know how to play at least one instrument. A good way to get on his good side is by playing him music, something beautiful and soft. He may not like everyone, but if anyone ever asked him to teach them how to paint or play an instrument, he'd help them in a heart beat.
He also loves to learn new things, reading is his second biggest passion. Since he loves to learn, on his free time he likes to tutor students: kids. Not all the students like his help, but if they pay attention to him they can accomplish things and they can also notice how charming he is. Normally his flirtatious side is very subtle, very rarely is it completely noticeable. It may be something like he walks over to them and starts talking first, it just a pride thing to not be the first one to say a word. Demetri doesn't do relationships ever, but if he feels like there's a special connection he is having with someone, he might flirt a little more openly if he thinks his feelings would be returned. One thing he is known for doing when he takes interest in someone is buying flowers and anonymously send them to the person until feeling it's the right time to make a move on them. It's one of his fears to never be loved, but he rather die alone then to settle down with someone that doesn't fit what he looks for. Demetrius wants someone that won't back down to him and can challenge him both mentally and physically, someone that won't so easily give into his feelings, and at the same time someone that could show how much they loved him in a very quiet way. Regardless his feelings towards his views on relationships he tends not to think about it. Getting close to someone also frightens him, maybe because they'll realize he's not that amazing and leave him.
Chelsea is not one to upset easily, but annoyance is another. Annoying comes in so many different forms. There's the people that talk about useless information that's irrelevant, the random overly hot days, dogs that won't stop barking, people that play wrong notes, and so many more things that's just life. These are just things he can't avoid, but avoid he does try with the things he can. Drama for insists, a thing he hates, a usual thing that he feels only the weak start. Weak, something he can't tolerate, only the strong prosper. Demetri's a little judgmental like most people are. He may talk to everyone, but he only allows himself to be friends with people he feel are drama free, intelligent, strong willed, etc. He knows it's easier to pull someone down then being them up; he can't let others pull him down in life. Being a calm man he doesn't let all these irritations overwhelm him to the point of anger, but when it does he tries his best to hide it along with all his other emotions, but sometimes the dam breaks and his anger rushes out.
When someone first meets the young man with his head held high they'll automatically get the sense that he doesn't long to be bothered, conversed with, or even admired; that's not completely true. Mostly people are a thorn in the giants foot, but it doesn't mean he completely doesn't want to be bothered. Chelsea has a set mind on life, to be something successful. He may not know exactly what he wants to be in life, but right now his goal is to help The Humanly be able to be free. He doesn't like the fact they must hide, so momentarily that is what he focuses on. Demetri is a very focused man. Though he is able to do many task at once, he rather just do once at a time.
There are more reason to his lack of speaking: people aren't as intelligent as him causing conversations to be less interesting, a lot of people are completely self absorbed (which he can't stand), and he doesn't want to grow to attached to anyone. Though Chelsea seems to be more about himself he tries his best to talk to other people when he can, being friendly is something he likes. Demi normally just likes talking to a certain type of person: he likes a stubborn person that knows exactly how to hold a conversation. Someone that can go from topic to topic flowingly, that's intelligent and can just keep things going. He's favorite people are the ones that can talk about painters or music or literature with him, he even likes a little head butting here and there. Everyone he's around of course isn't this way, which is kind of irritating and stressful to him. If he's talking to someone and he never gets the conversation he wants he'll politely excuse himself from the conversation.
He's also a very prideful man if not noticed, like he thinks he's a god himself, though he doesn't always throw it in peoples faces. Demetri tries his best to be a gentlemen, so being rude and demanding is defiantly not the best thing to do. With his pride he tries his best to showcase it without overdoing it. Like he'll never ask anyone for help or he'll never admit he's wrong or back down from a challenge. When he thinks someone is trying to out do him he shows them he's better, maybe because he usually is, but he never boast about it. He studies a lot, both in his art and literature. He knows in order to be the best he most study his best, though he doesn't know exactly what his abilities will amount to in the future, unless of course his has a vision of the future. Being able to use his knowledge well does bring another level of ego to him, he never completely lets it go to his head though. Even though he's prideful he knows when to back down; he wants a friend that can make him do so. In his most inner layer he's still the silent young man that never really knows how to hold a conversation with anyone. His face might say strong, but his soul says otherwise now. His pride is something, but he still sometime feels really lonely from the fact he rarely lets anyone get close to him. Demetrius is always the one that seems to be in charge, he does like it except he wished someone would overpower that, to him that's a sign of caring in a sense. With him being such an outcast in his younger years for being an awkward kid, he's always afraid of ever getting to close to anyone, they could always hurt him like others use to do. His fears are something he'd never share with anyone, unless they were someone he'd really trust, AKA someone that could for once put him in his place.
Art and music though, his love for art is the passionate of his life, while music is jus a love. Painting has always been his escape from reality. He knows for a fact regardless of his powers he loves painting. The way he gets lost in his work is uncontrollable. The way the brush fits in his hand and the paint glides on the paper, he just loses the real world. His love for painting makes him find beauty in everything, everything that has ever existed in beauty, but he finds it hard to find the beauty in humans. Being bullied growing up made him lose the beauty he once saw in humanity. Chelsea still sees the beauty that humans create, just not the beauty of themselves, though rarely he sees it sometimes. Also he loves the piano dearly, being able to play causes him great joy. With each passing note makes an outburst of emotions bloom inside of the silent gentleman type. Along with the piano he also likes other instruments like the harp, flute, and violin, but nothing could compare to the grand piano he had in the living room at his grandparents home growing up. One way to undoubtedly make him dislike someone is if they were to horribly play the piano. Personally he feels like everyone who is well educated should know how to play at least one instrument. A good way to get on his good side is by playing him music, something beautiful and soft. He may not like everyone, but if anyone ever asked him to teach them how to paint or play an instrument, he'd help them in a heart beat.
He also loves to learn new things, reading is his second biggest passion. Since he loves to learn, on his free time he likes to tutor students: kids. Not all the students like his help, but if they pay attention to him they can accomplish things and they can also notice how charming he is. Normally his flirtatious side is very subtle, very rarely is it completely noticeable. It may be something like he walks over to them and starts talking first, it just a pride thing to not be the first one to say a word. Demetri doesn't do relationships ever, but if he feels like there's a special connection he is having with someone, he might flirt a little more openly if he thinks his feelings would be returned. One thing he is known for doing when he takes interest in someone is buying flowers and anonymously send them to the person until feeling it's the right time to make a move on them. It's one of his fears to never be loved, but he rather die alone then to settle down with someone that doesn't fit what he looks for. Demetrius wants someone that won't back down to him and can challenge him both mentally and physically, someone that won't so easily give into his feelings, and at the same time someone that could show how much they loved him in a very quiet way. Regardless his feelings towards his views on relationships he tends not to think about it. Getting close to someone also frightens him, maybe because they'll realize he's not that amazing and leave him.
Chelsea is not one to upset easily, but annoyance is another. Annoying comes in so many different forms. There's the people that talk about useless information that's irrelevant, the random overly hot days, dogs that won't stop barking, people that play wrong notes, and so many more things that's just life. These are just things he can't avoid, but avoid he does try with the things he can. Drama for insists, a thing he hates, a usual thing that he feels only the weak start. Weak, something he can't tolerate, only the strong prosper. Demetri's a little judgmental like most people are. He may talk to everyone, but he only allows himself to be friends with people he feel are drama free, intelligent, strong willed, etc. He knows it's easier to pull someone down then being them up; he can't let others pull him down in life. Being a calm man he doesn't let all these irritations overwhelm him to the point of anger, but when it does he tries his best to hide it along with all his other emotions, but sometimes the dam breaks and his anger rushes out.
{"If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.” }
-J.K. ROWLING
|{Likes}|
▲Painting▲Piano▲Instruments▲Music▲Writing' Playing Music▲Poetry▲ History▲Outdoors▲Science▲Reading▲Studying ▲Swimming▲Cool Days▲Snow▲Exercising▲Cooking▲Intelligence▲Not Feeling Like The Smartest Person In The Room "Though that rarely happens."▲Masculinity▲Strength▲Fencing▲Blue Eyes▲Coffee▲Alcohol▲Smoking▲Smelling Good▲Flowers▲The Color Of The Sun When It Rises And Sets▲Bodily Scars▲Smirks▲People That Show Emotion▲
▲Painting▲Piano▲Instruments▲Music▲Writing' Playing Music▲Poetry▲ History▲Outdoors▲Science▲Reading▲Studying ▲Swimming▲Cool Days▲Snow▲Exercising▲Cooking▲Intelligence▲Not Feeling Like The Smartest Person In The Room "Though that rarely happens."▲Masculinity▲Strength▲Fencing▲Blue Eyes▲Coffee▲Alcohol▲Smoking▲Smelling Good▲Flowers▲The Color Of The Sun When It Rises And Sets▲Bodily Scars▲Smirks▲People That Show Emotion▲
{"Morality is simply the attitude we adopt towards people we personally dislike..” }
-OSCAR WILDE
|{Dislikes}|
▼Unfair People▼Rude/Mean People▼Failing▼Unorganized Things▼When People Try To Stand Up To Him Without Being Able To Back It Up▼Seeing How Horrible Angels Can Be▼Feeling Alone▼Being Told What To Do▼When People Play Music Wrong▼Vain People▼How Horrible He Was To Tessa▼That He Might Never See His Brothers Again▼The Fact He'll Probably Never Find Love▼He'll Never Get To Finish College▼The Color Orange▼Smelling Like Smoke (Though That Rarely Happens)▼Women Wearing Makeup▼When Men Act Feminine▼Perfume/Cologne▼Feeling Left Alone▼Crazy Colored Hair▼Pierced Ears▼When People Get Over Touchy▼Sensitive People▼
{"Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.”}
-VERONICA ROTH
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|{History}|
Like most kids Demetri's parents had tried to spoil him, but he hated it. He was so young when he started refusing hugs and wouldn't even let his parents give him gifts. Amethyst and Jim, his parents, were both very concerned about this, so they asked the preacher what they should do for their young boy: therapy was the answer. Every Sunday and Wednesday after church the young child would stay and have a one-on-one talk with the preacher. With his age he was never fully sure what was going on, but he knew the preacher would ask him questions and he would answer them truthfully. "Do you know why you're here?" Before each secession he would ask Demi this question and the child would always respond with a: "Yes, because I don't like touching Mummy or Papa." This therapy went on for years, but stopped after he reached the sixth grade and his feelings towards hugging and such were still the same. Demetri kind of always seemed a little odd with always drawing or painting, usually stuck in his room, and the need of never trying to get human contact. He never really questioned this, but with the fuss it seemed to silently cause between his parents it bugged him. With every passing Sunday and Wednesday he would pray to God that his strange acts would change, but he never seemed to get the answers he need. Instead of things getting better they started to get worse. At the age of ten Demetri would lose track of time. He would wake up in front of his easel with paintings he didn't remember doing. He'd look over them not knowing what inspired them in the slightest.
Trying his best to fix the problems throughout the years he joined different activities at his school: Football, Wrestling, Fencing Club, Book Club, and the Debate Team. All the activities keep the boy busy, yet it didn't lead him to talk more to his fellow team. Instead he would always try to lead everything, dominate, and be the best. His parents noted how hard he was trying to fit in. Seeing how strong their son was they ended up deciding to place him into Self-Defense classes encase he would ever need them. Demetri was in a lot of things, never once did he let himself become over worked with any of it and he even had enough time to keep up with his studies and practicing painting which he loved so dearly.
"Life is such a short thing, but I promise it's going to be alright, I promise, Camron." As Demetri's youngest brother cried he held him tight. "One day we'll see them again in heaven." Demi was never a hugger, but in this case he couldn't care in the slightest. In an odd way he had seen this coming though, for the past few weeks he had been painting pictures of car wrecks. At the time he found the inspiration weird, but now all could focus on was how strange it was that these deaths had occurred the same. He certainly was sad; he wouldn't dare let it show in any means of course. On that day his parents had died in a car accident, a drunk driver hit their car and killed them almost instantly. Camron was only fourteen when the accident happened, and in every way looked up to Demetri for support, another reason why he couldn't show his own sadness. As he kept himself together he let the teen cry his little eyes out and mourn, he understood his reaction, but he didn't view Nathaniel, his oldest brother, the same way. Nathaniel for months before the accident had been indulging in illegal things such as drinking and doing drugs, he was rarely ever around and had even moved out on his own. Nathaniel hadn't been doing that good either, he could barely keep a job that didn't pay good and was always bumming a home by living with "friends". "You can't just come back, Nathan." Demetrius expected more from his older brother, Nathan was eighteen while Demi was merely sixteen and trying to keep everything together. "We're still family right, Chelsea? You and Camron need your big brother, without me where else will you go?" In ways he had a point, all of their other family members to their knowledge had also passed away a long time ago. "We can manage without a sorry piece of shit like you." Demetri couldn't have been sure if Nathan was sober or not, regardless the words that had just came from his mouth caused the oldest great pain. "I may not be the best brother, but I still love you both and want to help as much as I can." Demi released Camron from his grasp and stood up, and made sure he was very much in Nathan's face. With a soft but stern voice he said: "You cause any pain to my baby brother and I'll fuck you up." With a head nod the two agreed that they would all stay together and work something out. Of course as time passed Nathanial didn't change much, he still drank and did drugs; Demi was almost sure this would happen. Nathan's blunders aside, Demetri made sure to do his best at raising Camron to the best of his abilities. He cared greatly about both brothers and tried his best to show it with the little things he did for the both of them: cooking them food, dropping out of all his sports and clubs (expect for Fencing and Self-Defense) in order to get a job to support the three of them, and anything else he could do without ever actually telling them how much he cared. With some time passing it seemed that Cameon was on a happy track and while he grew up so did Demetrius, who undoubtedly started going to a college near his home so he could still help support his somewhat older younger brother and his very immature oldest brother. It seemed like whenever Nathan and Demi were alone together they would always end up fussing and even end up fighting, and with Demetri being much stronger he would accidentally hurt Nathan to the point of sending him to the hospital (and of course they two oldest boys would lie to the youngest and never tell him what truly happened).
Once in college he decided to major in art and on the few time he had he would still paint in his room as he had always done. Through out his life he had noticed that sometimes he would paint a picture then weeks or maybe even months later he would see things in life that were similar if not exactly the same. He wrote it off as déjà vu, but something with in him did not settle easily by brushing it away. With painting always being his main focus in life he decided to start trying to sell his art work, and to his amaze they were bought. Over a course of time he had saved up enough money to buy his own studio to paint and sell his art work in. It was stable for the most, people would come in and on the daily he'd sale a painting for a few thousands. As time past things began to slow down, no one was coming in, nothing was being bought. One day when he was sitting at his easel he completely blacked out, when coming back to he had painted a picture of a young blonde girl. Demetrius had never seen her if he had he would have remembered. There was really no need to put it up for sale, but he did. A few weeks later a familiar looking woman came in. She immediately walked over to the painting then looked over to Demetrius. She then began to introduce herself and told him about The Humanly. He was asked to join their course, which he gladly did.
|{Family Tree}|
Amethyst Lisa Tolfey || 40 || Mother ||
Face Claim: Sofia Vergara ||
Deceased
Jim Tessa Tolfey || 44 || Father ||
Face Claim: Robert Downey Junior ||
Deceased
Nathaniel Gary Tolfey || 25 || Older Brother ||
Face Claim: Johnny Depp ||
Living
Camron Augusta Tolfey || 21 ||
Youngest Brother ||
Face Claim: Robby Kay || Living
|{Tattoos/Scars}|
•A Stick n Poke Flower On His Right Arm Above His Elbow•
•Like The Wind I Am Free On His Wrists•
•A Heart Filled Galaxy On His Chest•
•Maybe The Best Hasn't Happened Yet On His Left Ankle•
•Right Arm Sleeve•
|{Piercings}|
•Just Studs•
Like most kids Demetri's parents had tried to spoil him, but he hated it. He was so young when he started refusing hugs and wouldn't even let his parents give him gifts. Amethyst and Jim, his parents, were both very concerned about this, so they asked the preacher what they should do for their young boy: therapy was the answer. Every Sunday and Wednesday after church the young child would stay and have a one-on-one talk with the preacher. With his age he was never fully sure what was going on, but he knew the preacher would ask him questions and he would answer them truthfully. "Do you know why you're here?" Before each secession he would ask Demi this question and the child would always respond with a: "Yes, because I don't like touching Mummy or Papa." This therapy went on for years, but stopped after he reached the sixth grade and his feelings towards hugging and such were still the same. Demetri kind of always seemed a little odd with always drawing or painting, usually stuck in his room, and the need of never trying to get human contact. He never really questioned this, but with the fuss it seemed to silently cause between his parents it bugged him. With every passing Sunday and Wednesday he would pray to God that his strange acts would change, but he never seemed to get the answers he need. Instead of things getting better they started to get worse. At the age of ten Demetri would lose track of time. He would wake up in front of his easel with paintings he didn't remember doing. He'd look over them not knowing what inspired them in the slightest.
Trying his best to fix the problems throughout the years he joined different activities at his school: Football, Wrestling, Fencing Club, Book Club, and the Debate Team. All the activities keep the boy busy, yet it didn't lead him to talk more to his fellow team. Instead he would always try to lead everything, dominate, and be the best. His parents noted how hard he was trying to fit in. Seeing how strong their son was they ended up deciding to place him into Self-Defense classes encase he would ever need them. Demetri was in a lot of things, never once did he let himself become over worked with any of it and he even had enough time to keep up with his studies and practicing painting which he loved so dearly.
"Life is such a short thing, but I promise it's going to be alright, I promise, Camron." As Demetri's youngest brother cried he held him tight. "One day we'll see them again in heaven." Demi was never a hugger, but in this case he couldn't care in the slightest. In an odd way he had seen this coming though, for the past few weeks he had been painting pictures of car wrecks. At the time he found the inspiration weird, but now all could focus on was how strange it was that these deaths had occurred the same. He certainly was sad; he wouldn't dare let it show in any means of course. On that day his parents had died in a car accident, a drunk driver hit their car and killed them almost instantly. Camron was only fourteen when the accident happened, and in every way looked up to Demetri for support, another reason why he couldn't show his own sadness. As he kept himself together he let the teen cry his little eyes out and mourn, he understood his reaction, but he didn't view Nathaniel, his oldest brother, the same way. Nathaniel for months before the accident had been indulging in illegal things such as drinking and doing drugs, he was rarely ever around and had even moved out on his own. Nathaniel hadn't been doing that good either, he could barely keep a job that didn't pay good and was always bumming a home by living with "friends". "You can't just come back, Nathan." Demetrius expected more from his older brother, Nathan was eighteen while Demi was merely sixteen and trying to keep everything together. "We're still family right, Chelsea? You and Camron need your big brother, without me where else will you go?" In ways he had a point, all of their other family members to their knowledge had also passed away a long time ago. "We can manage without a sorry piece of shit like you." Demetri couldn't have been sure if Nathan was sober or not, regardless the words that had just came from his mouth caused the oldest great pain. "I may not be the best brother, but I still love you both and want to help as much as I can." Demi released Camron from his grasp and stood up, and made sure he was very much in Nathan's face. With a soft but stern voice he said: "You cause any pain to my baby brother and I'll fuck you up." With a head nod the two agreed that they would all stay together and work something out. Of course as time passed Nathanial didn't change much, he still drank and did drugs; Demi was almost sure this would happen. Nathan's blunders aside, Demetri made sure to do his best at raising Camron to the best of his abilities. He cared greatly about both brothers and tried his best to show it with the little things he did for the both of them: cooking them food, dropping out of all his sports and clubs (expect for Fencing and Self-Defense) in order to get a job to support the three of them, and anything else he could do without ever actually telling them how much he cared. With some time passing it seemed that Cameon was on a happy track and while he grew up so did Demetrius, who undoubtedly started going to a college near his home so he could still help support his somewhat older younger brother and his very immature oldest brother. It seemed like whenever Nathan and Demi were alone together they would always end up fussing and even end up fighting, and with Demetri being much stronger he would accidentally hurt Nathan to the point of sending him to the hospital (and of course they two oldest boys would lie to the youngest and never tell him what truly happened).
Once in college he decided to major in art and on the few time he had he would still paint in his room as he had always done. Through out his life he had noticed that sometimes he would paint a picture then weeks or maybe even months later he would see things in life that were similar if not exactly the same. He wrote it off as déjà vu, but something with in him did not settle easily by brushing it away. With painting always being his main focus in life he decided to start trying to sell his art work, and to his amaze they were bought. Over a course of time he had saved up enough money to buy his own studio to paint and sell his art work in. It was stable for the most, people would come in and on the daily he'd sale a painting for a few thousands. As time past things began to slow down, no one was coming in, nothing was being bought. One day when he was sitting at his easel he completely blacked out, when coming back to he had painted a picture of a young blonde girl. Demetrius had never seen her if he had he would have remembered. There was really no need to put it up for sale, but he did. A few weeks later a familiar looking woman came in. She immediately walked over to the painting then looked over to Demetrius. She then began to introduce herself and told him about The Humanly. He was asked to join their course, which he gladly did.
|{Family Tree}|
Amethyst Lisa Tolfey || 40 || Mother ||
Face Claim: Sofia Vergara ||
Deceased
Jim Tessa Tolfey || 44 || Father ||
Face Claim: Robert Downey Junior ||
Deceased
Nathaniel Gary Tolfey || 25 || Older Brother ||
Face Claim: Johnny Depp ||
Living
Camron Augusta Tolfey || 21 ||
Youngest Brother ||
Face Claim: Robby Kay || Living
|{Tattoos/Scars}|
•A Stick n Poke Flower On His Right Arm Above His Elbow•
•Like The Wind I Am Free On His Wrists•
•A Heart Filled Galaxy On His Chest•
•Maybe The Best Hasn't Happened Yet On His Left Ankle•
•Right Arm Sleeve•
|{Piercings}|
•Just Studs•
{"Freedom is not having everything we crave, it's being able to go without the things we crave and being OK with it.” }
-ROB BELL
[img]Message%20Man~Twenty%20One%20Pilots[/img]
“Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!
No no no no no no (Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!)
A loser hides behind a mask of my disguise,
And who I am today is worse than other times,
You don't know what I've done, I'm wanted and on the run.
I'm wanted and on the run.
So I'm taking this moment to live in the future
Release me from the present,
I'm obsessing all these questions,
Why I'm in denial that they tried the suicidal session,
Please use discretion when you're messing with the message, man,
These lyrics aren't for everyone, only few understand.
Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!
Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!
No no no no no no (Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!)
You don't know my brain the way you know my name,
You don't know my heart the way you know my face,
You don't know what I've done, I'm wanted and on the run.
I'm wanted and on the run.
So I'm taking this moment to live in the future
Release me from the present,
I'm obsessing all these questions,
Why I'm in denial that they tried the suicidal session,
Please use discretion when you're messing with the message, man,
These lyrics aren't for everyone, only few understand.
My people singing
My people singing
I hope you're dead 'cause how could you sleep at a time like this,
People, they rhyme like this, we're all impressed by this,
They rip it, flip it, but these are just triplets,
Wrote this in three minutes, three words to a line,
It's just poetry divided, I'm the kind of guy who,
Takes every moment he knows he confided in,
Music to use it for others to use it,
You're dead 'cause how could you sleep at a time like this,
Life is up here but you comment below,
And the comments will always become common motivation,
To promote your show's next episode,
So your brain knows to keep going even though hope,
Is far from this moment, but you and I know it,
Gets better when morning finally rears it's head,
Together we're losers, remember the future,
Remember the morning is when night is dead.
Release me from the present,
I'm obsessing all these questions,
Why I'm in denial that they tried the suicidal session,
Please use discretion when you're messing with the message, man,
These lyrics aren't for everyone, only few understand.
Please use discretion when you're messing with the message, man,
These lyrics aren't for everyone, only few understand.
My people singing
My people singing
My people singing"
“Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!
No no no no no no (Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!)
A loser hides behind a mask of my disguise,
And who I am today is worse than other times,
You don't know what I've done, I'm wanted and on the run.
I'm wanted and on the run.
So I'm taking this moment to live in the future
Release me from the present,
I'm obsessing all these questions,
Why I'm in denial that they tried the suicidal session,
Please use discretion when you're messing with the message, man,
These lyrics aren't for everyone, only few understand.
Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!
Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!
No no no no no no (Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!)
You don't know my brain the way you know my name,
You don't know my heart the way you know my face,
You don't know what I've done, I'm wanted and on the run.
I'm wanted and on the run.
So I'm taking this moment to live in the future
Release me from the present,
I'm obsessing all these questions,
Why I'm in denial that they tried the suicidal session,
Please use discretion when you're messing with the message, man,
These lyrics aren't for everyone, only few understand.
My people singing
My people singing
I hope you're dead 'cause how could you sleep at a time like this,
People, they rhyme like this, we're all impressed by this,
They rip it, flip it, but these are just triplets,
Wrote this in three minutes, three words to a line,
It's just poetry divided, I'm the kind of guy who,
Takes every moment he knows he confided in,
Music to use it for others to use it,
You're dead 'cause how could you sleep at a time like this,
Life is up here but you comment below,
And the comments will always become common motivation,
To promote your show's next episode,
So your brain knows to keep going even though hope,
Is far from this moment, but you and I know it,
Gets better when morning finally rears it's head,
Together we're losers, remember the future,
Remember the morning is when night is dead.
Release me from the present,
I'm obsessing all these questions,
Why I'm in denial that they tried the suicidal session,
Please use discretion when you're messing with the message, man,
These lyrics aren't for everyone, only few understand.
Please use discretion when you're messing with the message, man,
These lyrics aren't for everyone, only few understand.
My people singing
My people singing
My people singing"
{"Instruction does much, but encouragement everything”}
-JOHANN WOLGANG VON GOETHE
|{Other}|
❣His Parents Grew Up In Ireland❣
❣Has Irish Accent❣
❣Hasn't Been In A Relationship Ever❣
❣He Has Very Deep Set Dimples When He Smiles❣
❣His Eyes Are A Very Vibrant Blue, But They Can Change To A Sea Foam Green❣
❣His Parents Grew Up In Ireland❣
❣Has Irish Accent❣
❣Hasn't Been In A Relationship Ever❣
❣He Has Very Deep Set Dimples When He Smiles❣
❣His Eyes Are A Very Vibrant Blue, But They Can Change To A Sea Foam Green❣
Character Dialogue || #1D6685
Character Thought || #607a85
Face Claim || Aaron Taylor-Johnson
Character Thought || #607a85
Face Claim || Aaron Taylor-Johnson
