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Nickname: | āTerryā, but he prefers Tarren in intimate situations.
|Birthday:| January 12th 1992
Age: | 21
Nationality: | Caucasian
Occupation: | A DJ at HUB
Sexuality: | Oh, wouldn't you love to know.
Apartment Number: | 4D
Hometown: Phoenix, Arizona
|[color=#Color]Talents(T) Plays guitar
Has a decent singing voice and a great taste in music.
All around artistic.
| Strengths(ST) A good listener.
He has an incredible memory.| Skills(SK) Often times, Tarren can tell exactly what a person needs to feel better, and always tries to supply whatever it is they need.
Flaws/Weakness
Weakness: Tarren has a great memory, and holds grudges.
He can sometimes be a little too pushy.
Has no tact. At all.
He wants what he wants, and is as stubborn as a mule when it comes to getting it.
Tarrenās main issue is his overprotective tendencies when it comes to his sister. Thatās why he DJās at HUB, to keep an eye on her. Lots of fighting stems from both of their choices, usually similar in nature.
Hobbies:
| Playing the acoustic or electric guitar.
Drawing on everything with sharpies.
Attempting to cook (heās awful at it. No one has the heart to say so though).
Mixing and writing music.
|Fears:
| Being alone. Heās always had the company of his sister, and canāt imagine not having someone by his side.
Living a dull life.
Secrets
Used to have a drinking problem. Therefore, he tries to avoid alcohol at HUB.
No one knows if heās ever had a serious relationship, except for his sister. It ended badly.
Is actually a little insecure, but he hides it with āswaggerā.
Heās a voracious reader and a fan of the arts, but usually pretends to be uncultured swine.
Goals/Dreams:|
He wants to be a songwriter. Even if he doesnāt sing his own works, as long as his voice is heard, heāll be happy.
He wants a family eventually, and loves kids.
Very flirtatious and seems to be cocky, but underneath that, heās pretty sensitive. Usually just vain though. and a bit of a smartass. Creative all the time. Protective of pretty much everyone, but especially his sister. Loves having fun, but doesnāt drink. Very social. No one is a stranger to him.|
ā² Hot chocolate with cinnamon
ā² Loud music, but not country.
ā² Books that make him think.
ā² Making other people smile.
ā² Leather jackets. Leather everything, actually.
ā² Sci-fi. Bite him, its cool.
ā² Teasing his sister.
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|Dislikes|
ā¼ Alcohol
ā¼ Being excluded from anything
ā¼ Uncomfortable silences. He fills them with chatter.
ā¼ Dark lonely houses and silence. Hence, the loud music.
ā¼ Gender stereotyping. On anything. Yes, he eats āgirl yogurtā, is that a problem?
ā¼ Chick flicks.
ā¼ Stereotypes in general
ā¼ Bitter foods.
{"Look back and smile at perils past" Walter Scott. }
|History
Tarren has always been a likeable guy. Heās an extrovert by nature and enjoys being surrounded by friends. This was probably exacerbated by his lack of popularity in his youth. Through out his early teens, he constantly felt like one half of a matched set, and not even the good half. It was irrational, he knows now, but back then inferiority was a major issue for him. Like most teenagers fraught with hormones and existential questions, Terry tried to establish himself as a unique individual. His subsequent reckless behavior managed to get him into serious trouble in the form of alcohol addiction at a young age. His marks, normally very high, plummeted, and his long-term relationship with his childhood sweetheart deteriorated, leaving him distraught. His sister was the one to smack some sense into him- quite literally. One black eye and a strict no-alcohol rule turned him around pretty quickly.
Tarren is very close to his sister, and moved to the apartment to be near her. She steered him away from destructive decisions, and now he wishes to do the same for her. He isnāt perfect, of course- though he claims that heās darn close- and is still a promiscuous party animal. Heās just a little more aware of his actions now.
Theme Song
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I took a walk around the world to
Ease my troubled mind
I left my body lying somewhere
In the sands of time
I watched the world float to the dark
Side of the moon
I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah
I watched the world float to the
Dark side of the moon
After all I knew it had to be something
To do with you
I really don't mind what happens now and then
As long as you'll be my friend at the end
If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well, will you be
There holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite
You called me strong, you called me weak
But still your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times I
Never let you down
You stumbled in and bumped your head, if
Not for me then you'd be dead
I picked you up and put you back
On solid ground
If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well, will you be
There holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite
Oh whoa whoa
If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well, will you be
There holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite
If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well, will you be
There holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite