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by Lialore on Tue Apr 12, 2011 3:50 pm
Timothy Garbell
Age: 21
Race: Human, with some Warlock blood along the line.
Hair: Almost black.
Eyes: Icy blue.
Height: 201lbs
Weight: 5ft22
Likes:
- People who have a decent sense of humour.
- Food.
- Walking and riding, it takes his mind off things and he can concentrate on rhythm and speed instead.
- Getting into arguments, he can be quite offensive.
Dislikes:
- People who are constantly negative and moan all of the time.
- Silence, he hates it when things are too quiet, so if he must, he will sing to make some noise.
- Breaking promises.
Personality: Tim is a pretty laid back guy and doesn’t mind taking things on the slower side. He has a good sense of humour and if no one laughs at his jokes, he will laugh it off by himself. Normally, he is in a constant happy mood but if he is pissed off, his whole presence becomes dingy and he is horrible company to anyone. Timothy enjoys the adrenaline rush of the gang and riding. He is an extremely loyal friend and will lay his life down for any of them. Tim enjoys laughing and hates when people around him are on a downer and he will try his best to cheer them up he is an all-round nice guy. Maybe a little too nice as his kindness can get him into complicated situations.
Because of his warlock blood he is able to manipulate people, it’s the only power he has discovered so far and it comes in handy sometimes. But if the other person is trained in defending their mind, he won’t be able to affect them much.
Equipment: Backpack. a Short knife and a kind of leather weight-lifting gloves that he carries around and sometimes wears if he is carrying something, he just thinks that they look badass, when they really don’t.
History: Timothy was brought up by a big family, he is in the middle of 5 brothers and 3 sisters. Most of them outshined him in the talented areas and he always felt like the runt of the family. That’s part of why he got involved with The Wastelanders, to gain some glory. He doesn’t speak to any of his family and none of them have ever contacted him since he left home at the age of 15. Since then he hasn’t really done anything productive, he would do the odd job here and there to get by and drown his sorrows on a night. Recently he picked himself back up and started thinking about what he wants from life, but everything he tried he seemed to get pushed back and rejected so now he just tags along with other people, hoping for the best.
Comrade:
I didn't know Dashmiel was a he.
Dashmiel:
That's what she said.
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