Post by Alistair Therin Redcliffe on Nov 13, 2012 23:49:44 GMT -6
A L I S T A I R THERIN R E D C L I F F E !
if i die young, bury me in satin, lay me down ,
[/i][/color][/size][/font]if i die young, bury me in satin, lay me down ,
o n a b e d o f r o s e s, s i n k m e i n t h e r i v e r , a t d a w n, s e n d m e a w a y w i t h t h e
words of a love song. lord, make me a rainbow, i'll shine down on my mother. [/color][/font]
[/color] Alistair Therin RedcliffeFull Name:
Nicknames: Ali, Al, Alleycat
Age:28
Birthdate:12/08/1985
Death Date: November 22
Sexuality:Gay
Job: Art Teacher
Group:Reaper[/justify][/blockquote][/size]
she'll know i'm safe with you when she ,[/i][/color][/size][/font]
s t a n d s u n d e r m y c o l o r s , o h a n d l i f e a i n 't a l w a y s w h a t y o u t h i n k i t o u g h t
to be, no. ain't even grey, but she buries her baby. the sharp knife of a short life.[/color][/font]
[/color] 6ft 5inHeight:
Weight: 205lbs
Hair Color:Dark Brown
Eye Color: Chocolate brown with a slight green ring around the iris
Notable Features: Both ears are peirced once, and if you get close you can see a scar across his throat. Theres a small rainbow colored Gay Pride ribbon tattooed on his right ankle and the words 'Your Name' in small cursive letters on his left buttcheek.
Play By: Orlando Bloom
General Description:Alistair is fairly tall, with a thin build. He keeps his facial hair, when he chooses to have any, trimmed into a small mustache and goatee. His hair is the bane of his existance... naturally curly, its almost impossible to manage unless he slicks it back with gel, and he doesnt do that often because of the crusty feeling it gives to his hair. He wears it a little past his chin, keeping it long enough to pull back into a short ponytail when he's busy. His clothing style changes with his mood, but you'll usually find him in a pair of jeans with old paint stains on them and a fitted tshirt. When he's working he tries to look a bit more presentable, trading tshirts for button-ups or vests, but even then you'll usually find signs of his trade. Charcoal smudge across a cheekbone, ink stain on a sleeve, bit of dried paint in his hair... its all part and parcel of being an art teacher. [/justify][/blockquote][/size]
well, i've had just enough time. if i die young ,[/i][/color][/size][/font]
b u r y m e i n s a t i n, l a y m e d o w n o n a b e d o f r o s e s, s i n k m e i n t h e r i v e r a t
dawn, send me away with the words of a love song. the sharp knife of a short life.[/color][/font]
[/color] Art, Children, Handsome Men, Animals, Video GamesLikes:
Dislikes: Prejudice, Anti-gay attitudes, green beans, FCAT, sports fanatics
Strengths: Art, Charm, creativity
Weaknsses: Soft heart, althetics, trusting.
Fears: Spiders and being unloved
General Description:He's got a kind heart, and a compassionate nature. Being the underdog in his own family made him want to help those he sees now. He tries to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, looking past their flaws and mistakes to try and find a better person within. Few people in the world are truly 'evil', afterall, and Alistairs motto is that anyone can be saved if given the proper help. Course, thats what got him killed the last time... so he may show a slightly more hesitant view now.[/justify][/blockquote][/size]
well, i've had just enough time. and i'll ,[/i][/color][/size][/font]
b e w e a r i n g w h i t e, w h e n i c o m e i n t o y o u r k i n g d o m. i 'm a s g r e e n a s t h e
ring on my little cold finger. i've never known the lovin' of a man,
but it sure felt nice[/color][/font]
[/color] Starling Madia Therin (deceased)Mother:
Father: Maric Logan Redcliffe
Siblings: Cailen Logan Redcliffe
Pets: None (He may aquire some at a later date)
Other: Anora Mae Redcliffe (Stepmother)
History:Alistair remembers his early childhood as being really happy. And it was. The Redcliffe's had a typical all-American family in a residental neighborhood of Orlando, in Florida. He remembers cookies and hugs from his mother and playing with his dad in the yard. Then when he was 6, everything changed. A fatal car crash took his mother away from him, leaving him and his father to go it alone. Still, it wasnt a horrible time. Despite missing his mom, he and his father still had each other. He was never the sports fanatic his father was, preferring to read books instead of howling and shouting over the latest 'big game', but they got along all thw same. Then his father started dateing again, and when he was 9 Maric remarried. Less than a year later he had a baby brother on the way.
Thats when the slow changes really began. His stepmother was never mean or outright abusive, but it was clear her affections lay with her own son. She never quite connected with Alistair. And as his brother grew, Maric had less and less time for his firstborn. Cailen was the son he's always wanted, a little athlete, the mirror image of Maric. Time spent taking Alistair to the museum or library turned into taking Cailen to a game or to the park to practice. Then when Alistair was in middle school, he was caught kissing a boy in the locker room. Maric's dissapointment over his firstborn grew more and more apparent after that, and Alistairs relationship with his father grew more and more strained until they barely spoke at all. Without anyone else to turn to, Ali fell into depression, feeling inadequate and unwanted by his own family. In high school he found a real talent for art, and took classes whenever he could. His teachers gave him the praise his father never did, and things at school improved for him. But at home, things didnt change. Honor Roll report cards went on the fridge, only to be covered by a picture of Cailens latest accomplishment... the biggest fish on a father/son trip, an 8point buck with his father rifle, a group photo from Cailen's jr. league baseball team. Artwork and pottery had no place on any shelves already crowded with Cailens trophies. One night, Alistair almost snapped. A piece of artwork he'd made was being used in an amature art show, promoted by his teacher. Maric was supposed to meet him at the event after one of Cailen's games. Hours passed, and as Alistair stood outside the gallery in the parking lot, winning ribbon clutched in his hand, his phone beeped. A text from Maric. Cailens team had won the game, and they were going out for pizza. There were leftovers in the fridge and gas money on the kitchen counter at home for whoever he could catch a ride with. The castoff son burst into tears, tossing his ribbon and artwork to the floor in anger and stomping on them. What good were they? What good was he? Why keep trying so hard, when it hurt so bad? He knew the keycode for his fathers gun cabinet. One shot... so easy... no more pain, or disappointment...
A hand on his shoulder drew his attention. His art teacher had noticed his distress and come to speak with him. Too dispirited to hold back, Alistair laid his problems and pain on his teachers shoulders, and found understanding and compassion. His teacher convinced him that suicide wasnt the answer, and over the remaining years at high school he helped Alistair get counseling and coaxed him out of his shell. That one kind teacher saved his life. And Alistair never forgot that. Relationships with his father never improved... in fact, towards the end they rarely saw each other at all, even on holidays, despite living in the same town. Alistair's grades landed him scholarships to college, and he studied hard to get his degrees. Soon he was a certified teacher and counseler in the state of Florida. But jobs for art teachers were hard to come by, with the states board of education restricitng such 'frivalous' classes to focus more on test scores and improved FCAT testing. He finally landed a job at a school for troubled youths in Kissimmee. Despite his students attitude problems and sometimes criminal pasts, he did his best to be the helpful, compassionate teacher he'd needed as a child, never turning away anyone who needed to talk. He became a favorite amoungst the kids. One such student approched him one day after school, needing to talk but too afraid to go to the police or the school's official councelor. He ran with a local gang... but had refused to take out a rival member as instructed, and was afraid the other members were going to take him out instead. Alistair convinced him to seek help from the authorities, and with his help and guidance the boy filed a police report and got protective custody in exchange for information about crimes commited by the gang members. Ali was feeling pretty good about his hand in helping the scared student... but the other gang members dissagreed. Another student member approched Alistair a few days later, asking him to meet him behind the school with a sob story about an abusive uncle. When Alistair showed up, the older gang members jumped him and ultimately slit his throat. His compassionate heart might have gotten him in trouble, but it also called out to the Angels in charge of New Haven, and when Alistair was asked to continue helping children as part of his afterlife he readily agreed. Now he teaches Art classes at the New Haven highschool, ready to see what this new 'life' has to offer him. [/justify][/blockquote][/size]
when he was holding my hand. there's a boy ,[/i][/color][/size][/font]
h e r e i n t o w n w h o s a y s h e 'l l l o v e m e f o r e v e r. w h o w o u l d h a v e t h o u g h t
forever could be severed by the sharp knife of a short life? well,
i've had just enough time.[/color][/font]
[/color] AngelAlias:
Age: 24
Time Zone:Eastern
Other Characters: Nada
Code Words:Monkeyslut[/justify][/blockquote][/size]
this template was made by alice. it uses the lyrics
for "if i die young" by the band perry. do not steal,
alter, edit, or use without her permission or she will
send the evil monkey in her closet after you. you have
been warned.[/i][/center]
