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Tommy Liles

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a character in “Secrets Of Bear Point”, originally authored by Skulduggery, as played by RolePlayGateway




life is meaningless if you can't find ways to enjoy it


Thomas Bartholomew Liles

N I C K N A M E (S)
Tommy, Tom, Junior

August 2nd


Lycan Scout

Homosexual (openly)

Tommy is a mix of many things, mostly from his mother's side. His father was Caucasian while his mother was of Native American, Japanese, African-American, and Dominican heritage.

Bear Point



Image S T Y L E
Tommy's taste in clothing is pretty much a direct reflection of his personality; bright, colourful, and loud. That being said, colour is the only area in which there is some variation, for his actual style is pretty repetitive and basic. Graphic tees, skinny jeans, and sneakers make up the bulk of his outfits, but they are splashed in vibrantly coloured patterns and artwork. In colder weather, you might catch him in a hoodie and a thick trapper hat that belonged to his father.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
6'2" / 175lbs

Tommy mostly takes after his mother in appearance; he shares her olive tone and warm, chocolate-brown eyes that become a deep red when hit by sunlight. His hair, short and styled with a fringe, is also dark brown like hers was. Alternatively, he inherited many of his father's strong features and much less of his mother's ethnic attributes as a result. Overall, he is a decently handsome young lad, although seemingly oblivious to that fact.

He doesn't have much going for himself in terms of raw muscle and size, but he figures that's not such a bad thing in his line of work. What he lacks in apparent strength, he more than makes up for with his impressive height.

One of most Tommy's most endearing qualities is that when he smiles, he does so with the entirety of his face. The sincerity behind every expression that lifts his features, or even weighs them down, has a strange way of giving him the air of a person whose motivations can be trusted. He can light an entire room with his presence and the infectious childish energy that he emits. While his expressiveness is an asset in its own right, it is also one of his greatest weaknesses; the inability to hide what he is truly feeling from those who would seek to manipulate him.


ImageL I K E S
β€’ Drinking coffee, iced in the summer and hot in the winter. You wouldn't expect it of him, but it's one of his favourite treats.
β€’ Disney classics which he will vehemently defend as being leagues better than the modern animations and remakes.
β€’ Winter is by far his favourite month of the year; he loves the aesthetic of it all, the snow, and the fact that he can wrap himself up in a blanket every night and watch the rain from his window.
β€’ Skateboarding, another unexpected interest but he's always been quite gifted at it. Skateboards and bikes are the easiest way for him to get around town, as his residual childhood trauma has given him an irrational fear of cars.
β€’ Fantasy Literature, especially that which pertains to werewolves and vampires. He finds it interesting to compare people's interpretations with what he knows to be true.
β€’ Above all else, he enjoys spending time with the pack. They've been his makeshift family since the accident, so it's only natural.

β€’ Liars and people who hide their true intentions. While he will never cut a person out of his life for it, his trust is as easily lost as it is given and despite what most think, he's not stupid enough to make the same bad decisions repeatedly.
β€’ His empathic abilities are troublesome at the best of times. Not only can he sense people's emotions but they also have a severe effect on his state of being; occasionally, he even finds himself staying away from people simply to avoid having their negative feelings weigh him down.
β€’ People who enjoy doing immoral or hurtful things. It's something he can't quite wrap his head around, even if his own moral code isn't flawless.
β€’ Busy roads and bright lights tend to cause a fair deal of anxiety, but cars outright frighten him and you couldn't do or say a single thing that would willingly get him inside of one.


ImageP E R S O N A L I T Y
Tommy's parents had by far the biggest impact upon the person he is today. He remembers them both having such vibrant personalities but they were drastically different from one another. It seemed to be that they always balanced each other out in the best of ways. Where his mother was gentle, nurturing, and intelligent; his father was wild, creative, and charismatic. So different were these two that they quite frequently competed among themselves as to whose traits would be most apparent in the boy. His mother taught him patience and sensitivity whereas his father was more of a creative and emotional outlet. Combining the influence of both, Tommy developed into quite the character, even as a young boy.

Nowadays, Tommy is typically well-known in his immediate social circles for his tendency to act as a mood-maker; his innately bright personality makes this an easy enough task on the best of days. Not as dense or simple-minded as most presume him to be, but he rarely takes note of such opinions - unless he has no choice. He is thoughtful and fair-minded when the situation calls for it, or silly and childlike if a smile is all that's needed. It's generally understood that if a person is in need of help, Tommy will offer an ear, a shoulder, or a smile without a moment's hesitation. He wholeheartedly believes that there isn't a single person in the world who can't be reached with enough time and effort, which makes him something of an emotional doormat for those with the worst of intentions or no desire to be helped. He shares his father's stubbornness in that regard, coupled with his mother's selfless nature.

Unfortunately, the incident that occurred in his childhood shook him in ways that are still very much apparent in his early adulthood and the loss of his parents is an emotional burden that he has carried with him every day since. The last thing he wants is to push his burdens onto anyone else, however, so most of his trauma is internalised. Unhealthy as it is, he would rather suffer alone with his fears and negative emotions than face the guilt of taking people's time to vent about them, especially when everyone around him always seems to have their plates full already.


ImageImageF A M I L Y
Tommy was born to Edward Liles and his wife, Hotaru. He was only 11 years of age when they were both killed in a car crash involving a logging truck. Tommy was present at the incident but thankfully some passers-by were able to pull him from the wreckage before it was too late. Only his father (lycan) was pronounced dead at the scene; his mother (human) remained comatose for several weeks before eventually passing on.

For the past decade or so of Tommy's life, the pack has been his only remaining family. It's what his father would have wanted, considering his ties to them. Besides, Alexander had been a sort of uncle to him for as long as he could remember, so it only felt natural to be taken in by him.




In a relationship with Matthew Montgomery.

Empathy | Tommy possesses the ability to sense the emotions of those around him, which is both a blessing and a burden. It gives him a deeper insight into people's actions and choices, as well as letting him know if people's motivations are honest, but these feelings affect him in ways he cannot yet control. For example: if someone in his immediate space gives themselves over to rage, he may become slightly irritable or emotionally distant as a result. Typically it only happens when the other person's emotions are particularly intense, but it's enough to cast some doubt in his mind whether he truly feels things of his own accord, at least in some situations.

β€’ Skateboarding.
β€’ He can quote Disney movies with word-for-word accuracy.
β€’ Clay sculpting, which he learned mostly from his father.
β€’ He played the drums for a couple of years in high school.
β€’ He kicks ass at trivia games, surprisingly.

β€’ Nimble | What he lacks in raw strength, he more than makes up for in speed, agility, and stamina.
β€’ Open-minded | A person's past choices, identity, or species make absolutely no difference to Tommy; if you're respectful towards him and his family, he will always return the favour.
β€’ Good memory | Highly observant, he tends to make mental notes of everything and thus can always be relied upon to recount information as needed.

β€’ Easy target | Tommy is a pacifist by nature which means he will not lend himself to violence or anger, no matter the situation. Even if he wanted to fight back, he lacks both the physical strength and the fighting know-how.
β€’ Expressive | While his traumas are certainly well-hidden, Tommy is terrible at hiding his emotions in any given situation. Ironic considering his gift, he thinks.
β€’ Matthew | Cliche as it might sound, Tommy's love for Matthew is one of his biggest weaknesses. He would give the world to ensure that Matt remains safe, even if he cannot protect him with force.
β€’ Emotional struggles | He's been bottling up his own emotions and issues for a while now and as of late it's begun to affect certain aspects of his daily life.


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So begins...

Tommy Liles's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jordan Ley'co Character Portrait: Xavier Howlett Character Portrait: Sarah Ley'co Character Portrait: Madison Pines Character Portrait: Guinevere Addington Character Portrait: Matthew Montgomery Character Portrait: Lyra Howlett Character Portrait: Tommy Liles Character Portrait: Emma Pines Character Portrait: Tobias Maduch Character Portrait: Alexander Howlett Character Portrait: Lianna Howlett Character Portrait: Nicholas Anders Character Portrait: Luke Sayer Character Portrait: Logan Pines
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Arc One: Awakening

March 27th: Three days before gradutation

All was quiet and peacefull. Too peaceful even, in the small port town known as Bear Point. The animals were communing with each other with small chirps, howls, yips, and barks as nature took its course. Everything was as normal as anyone would otherwise think, except for what had happened during the night unknown to all the people that lived there.

In a small, gray two-story house. Three figures were going about their daily lives behind the closed door of the house. An older man sat in one of the chairs at the table. One of the others was somewhere around the house, doing who knows what as he pleased, meanwhile there was one more who was occupying the living quarters with the older man. The older man casually flipped through the newspaper of what would be the quintessential definition of "normal" in the Bear Point area. Like most places it had a rather elegantly done colonial design and was rather distant from most neighbors given the low populace. He was currently sitting at the breakfast table, looking very much like the image of the model husband himself. He was a tall, strong-built man, with short, raven black hair, and just as equally dark maroon eyes. His jaw was finely and perfectly chiseled, his skin smooth and fair, making him in many people's opinion, the epitome of handsome.

"Nearly a dozen disappearances within the past month...such a tragic affair, they must find the people responsible for this, don't you agree?" he asked with a deep, yet calming voice.

The man finally discarded the newspaper, revealing his eyes which were currently blood-red in shade-the sclera which was normally white for most people was black in appearance. This wasn't due to contacts but it was simply a byproduct of him using his vampiric powers. The question was addressed to the only remaining occupants of the house aside from himself, mainly one of his comrades and the woman who would most likely be having a normal breakfast at this time without their timely intervention.

"Granted I believe as of now they are three short courtesy of our own little artist here." Xavier winked at the blushing woman in question.

The woman couldn't exactly be considered ugly or attractive, but she clearly had a battered look about her. In particular, the vacant look in her eyes due to his influence was her predominant feature. The night before, he'd rather selfishly convinced the woman into murdering her husband. In an effort to build the young woman's dreams of being an artist, he had her practice by 'sculpting' with the bodies of her two children. In his honest opinion, she had artistic talent, but she simply had no originality...and had just lost her 'new toy' feel to him all too soon, which was rather disappointing as he only just started to have fun with her.

"Nicholas...feel free to have your fun...I have certainly had mine, and greatly appreciate you indulging in my new game." The vampire's eyes reverted to their human appearance as he ceased using his ability, blinking a few times as his eyes slowly returned to their normal blood red color.

He understood the younger vampire's murderous inclination and often enjoyed indulging in it. Nicholas was by far one of the most talented killers he'd encountered in the past century and Xavier enjoyed watching a man at work. However, this time around he was more intent upon his next move than fully observing what would come next. Nicholas was on the more smaller frame, tall but not as strong looking in appearance. He had more of boyish features, regardless of his actual age. His hair was dark brown, just barely a few inches in length as he prefered to keep it short. His skin was also fair and flawless, aside from a scar over his right eyes, which were too a dark maroon color.

Nicholas himself was at that moment in the morning eating toast, with a light spreading of butter and strawberry jam. Yes he was fully aware that he was playing into the stereotype, but frankly he did not care and was half-way through eating the pastry treat when his master, Xavier, placed down the newspaper he was reading and asked a question that Nicholas only really caught the end of, as he was busy attempting to catch a loose glob of jam from the opposite end of the toast with his tongue.

"-Do you not agree?"

Nicholas paused with the jam on the end of his tongue and still partly attached to the toast before replying. "Well-" He began, before swallowing his mouthful of food and starting his sentence again. "Well, I know for a fact that at least one of those disappearances was me...Maybe two." He looked slightly sheepish as if it were some great crime, which frankly amongst Vampires, it wasn't. Again he fazed out, back into the world of simple food when he heard Xavier speak up again.

"Nicholas, feel free to have your fun." That was all the signal he needed really and already had a plan in motion.

He calmly placed the half-eaten piece of toast onto the plate and stood up, pushing his chair in and casually strolling around the table to the now blinking and confused artist, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder and when she looked up at his young and caring face, he gave her a large and manic grin, long fangs clearly visible. In one smooth motion his hand twisted her out of her chair and onto the dining table, making sure to miss the remains of his breakfast, his hand flashed for a moment and in his hand was one his daggers, which he plunged into the poor woman's sternum, swiftly removing it again in one sharp motion, releasing a crescent of blood into the air, the scent of which he breathed in deeply with a small moan of pleasure escaping his lips. He then grew tired of the simple thought of simply reducing the woman to little more than shreds and with one hand lifted her onto her feet, before throwing her at one of the walls, rather high up as well, and then grabbing the largest candlesticks that was on the table, which he threw like a javelin at the woman, impaling her onto the wall, all of which happened in a matter of seconds, and left the poor woman to slowly bleed to death as the light slowly faded from her eyes.

Nicholas himself picked up a wine glass and strolled under the woman, catching the droplets of blood in the cup before stepping back. "Perhaps not my most refined work. But it has a certain, se setir a lui, what do you think, My Master?" His accent had all but faded from his voice, other than when he actually spoke, and like any German, he couldn't resist drinking a fine 'wine' and being complimented on his handiwork.

Xavier couldn't help the phantom of a smile that formed on his face when Nicholas asked his question. The indirect joke that they weren't the ones entirely responsible (well actually they were) for the recent human casualties also dawned on him at this point.

"A lovely kinetic aesthetic, the shift between efficient, to vicious, brutal, and then to class was seamlessly executed...Shame any further viewers will not understand that. However, in exchange, they get left with the intrigue of how the spectacle came to be." he spoke as he stroked his clean-shaven face for a moment as he mused over the spectacle once more.

After a moment of pause, he then spoke up again. "But yes, tis not your best work." he said rather simply

Having given his opinion on the matter, Xavier rose from his seat. The human cattle were getting up and about which made their sticking around this long slightly more likely for someone to actually see something. He didn't exactly care whether or not they were spotted if fact it'd just make the game more interesting. But that didn't mean he was willing to take risks without caution or care...centuries of life demands a certain level of paranoia.

"Pray tell Nicholas, shall we return home and sleep like the dead, or is now a good time to prowl about?" He was adept at social encounters, however, at times such as this, he had no issue allowing someone else's judgment.

He listened to Xavier's words, this was generally along the lines of praise that Nicholas had been expecting, of course, he took pride in his rather morbid art-work but then again he did go through slightly more effort than any canvas painter or would-be writer, as he wasn't as much of a fan of art as one of the other Coven members. He sat on the edge of the table to enjoy the dripping and still alive, albeit unconscious, artwork he had set up, he considered taking it down but then it would lose its...The edge he felt. He felt behind him, tapping on the table a few times until he finally managed to find the plate of the pastries, well what was left of them at any rate, and tucked back into them, taking sips of blood after every bite or so.

It took him a moment that there was dawn sunlight coming through a crack in the curtains, he eyed it suspiciously, it was not often that it would be a very sunny day but it seemed the normal man or woman or... Vampire on the street had lucked out today. He was drawn out of his daydreaming about sunlight and why he was running out of jam on pastry by Xavier asking him another question, 'He must be in a good mood today' he thought to himself.

He looked up from the last of his breakfast, both red and brown, then over to Xavier, then over to the window, then back to his food then finally back to his master. His first answer was a shrug and a wordless murmur that basically translated to 'I don't know' He finished the last of his food, placed the glass back down then spun around on his heels so that he could take in the whole room before making a more calculated decision. "Personally. I would like to go on the prowl, as my lust for blood has risen and I feel that something should be done about it. Maybe we could descend upon the local clinic or even the docks? Those always tend to get in good with the media around here." He nodded to the newspaper that Xavier had been previously reading.

"Either way, My Lord. I desire blood. And I think Luke does as well." Here in a quick fit of anger passed over him, and he booted the edge of the table, sending it crashing over to one side, plate and glass flying through the air to come to a rather sudden stop and looked at the newspaper, "When am I going to be able to get a good deal of slaughter around this damned empty town?!" he questioned angrily, but not loud enough to cause any unwanted attention.

He paused for a moment and breathed deeply which calmed himself rather well. "Of course it is your decision in the end. But that is just my opinion." he said rather coldly as he took a moment to calm himself down.

Xavier couldn't help but flash a smile at the honest reply from his associate. He'd seen wholesale slaughter before, and he'd be lying if he denied any fascination. However, there was one thought that came to them from when such an impulse reared its ugly head. "A poor Lord I would be for killing all the cattle in my territory. Perhaps a visit towards another holding this decade, not my cattle, not my subjects, not my problem." He answered much in the manner one would remark about the weather.

The fact that he'd only be able to gain by weakening one of his peers only made the thought more appealing-even if he no longer wished to continue the macabre dance of his kind.

"Tempting though it is to stop by a clinic, I do believe these days some paperwork is required." His lips curled at the idea of having to conform to such a lowly measure. After all, vampirically speaking he was essentially royalty. In Nova Scotia, there was no doubt that he was the eldest vampire, and on the North American continent, he knew of less than a dozen vampires that could claim four centuries of life. To say the least, it annoyed him to have to follow rules created by his 'cattle'

"Prowl if you like, short of a breach of the Six Traditions. I shall seek Torpor until this evening." Xavier finally recognized his use of older vampiric terms.

Torpor for one referring to his kinds deathlike imitation of sleep, it wasn't necessary but it conserved energy and allowed fantasy and memory to blend into something between a dream and a nightmare. As for the Six Traditions, those were once the ironclad laws of the vampire race concerning: Secrecy, Absolution of Dominion, the Right to Sire, Managing Progeny, Hospitality, and Destroying Fellow Vampires. With that Xavier lazily waltzed towards the door, but stopped to make one announcement.

"Actually, short of the Fifth (Hospitality) feel free to manage any potential complaints as my proxy. Any vagabond that dares to enter my realm without presenting themselves unto me, I shall punish them personally. Should you get the urge, I'll allow you two more of my herd. Two, and two alone, Nicholas. One for each of you. Lest I remind you..." he said, with a rather deep and almost guttural tone, far more so than usual.

Nicholas would have, if he was not restrained by his loyalty to his lord, would have more likely than not already have torn off, attempting to coat the streets of Bear Point in blood, literally painting the town red. As it was, Xavier's words of restraint managed to actually have some effect on the sadistic Vampire. Even though the mention of only one slaughter in a decade gave him no small sense of disappointment, he missed the 40's, he could get away with large amounts of murder then and hardly anybody gave it a second thought... For a few years at least.

He was aware that he was being given a small amount of freedom on his leash here. He gave a theatrical bow as his master walked out of the room, and gave it one last look over, 'perhaps simple murder shall have to substitute for slaughter, it would seem that I shall have to make due with the drippings then' Nicholas thought to himself and sighed with mock depression before himself exiting the building, and taking in a draught of crisp morning air. He wouldn't indulge his lust for bloodshed just yet, he was aware that he was given only a small lease to fill his gut for killing, so he would reserve them for any...Interlopers that were meddling in his lord's affairs. After all, until the evening he was acting not just as his right hand but now fully in his stead. There were some benefits to being the Vampire lords confidante.

As time had passed after Nicholas, and Xavier had abandoned the recent murder victims house, leaving Luke to do whatever it is that he wished, time had passed for the rest of the people in Bear Point. It was around noon on a Friday morning by now, as life in Bear Point had sprung to life, albeit not very many people spent their days in the small port town. And if they did, it was the locals as many people went out of town half the time, leaving it rather empty aside from the few that didn't exactly hate this reclused town tucked away on the coast of Canada.