Post by Tyler Aeric Powell on Dec 2, 2012 12:02:15 GMT -6
[style=width:500px; height: 30px; text-align: center; background: #E78C83; line-height: 8px; font-size: 15px; padding: 0px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase;]
tyler aeric powell
tyler aeric powell
 [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #2D2729; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]P H Y S I C A L Hair Color: Naturally brunet; often dyes his hair anything from brunet, to blond, to black, or highlights. Cuts it often as well. Currently: black and in longer, choppy layers that fall into his eyes. [/style]Eye Color: Light blue. Height: 5'6". Weight: 130 lbs. Distinguishing Features: Wears glasses when he can't be bothered with contacts; his lack of height; has a scar along the side of his left cheek that is barely visible except in the right settings; long, jagged scar along his right side from debris in the collapse of the building; tongue, naval, and hips pierced; no tattoos yet. Play By: Alex McKee General Overview: Unless he's in front of a camera, Tyler likes to be comfortable. He likes jeans that aren't too tight, a t-shirt, and a hoodie if it's cool. Tennis shoes are a must. If he's at work, though, his clothes tend to be more fitted and fashion forward. Appearance is important, after all. He often wears some eyeliner, either light or heavy depending on where he is going for the day. | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,220,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6F68B4;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 11px; height: 425px; width: 220px; overflow: auto; color: #ffffff;]G E N E R A L |
Full Name: Tyler Aeric Powell.
Nicknames: Ty, Tybait, Aeric, Ric, Ricky, Powell.
Age: 17 (currently 29).
Birthdate: January 4th.
Sexuality: Homosexual.
Job: Bartender at Curiosity and Applebee's.
Group: Murdered.
P E R S O N A L I T Y[/i]
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Fears:
General Description: Tyler is often considered to be one of those shy and sweet personalities. He's soft spoken when he actually does speak, but him talking is a rarity in itself. He has not talked much since his mother died. He found little point in speaking, since nobody ever cared to listen to him anyway; and, if he did talk softly, then he knew who actually cared enough to try to hear him. He likes to listen to peoples' problems and be a support system for them; but, he's honestly not all that great at giving advice. It's not for lack of trying, however. He just honestly has a hard time trying to say what he thinks someone else should do when he does not even know what to do with himself. Some people think he's a bit stuck up since he does not often speak, but honestly, Tybait is humble to the point that he is honestly not sure what he has done to deserve all the good things in his life. It completely baffles him.
The young man does not talk about his family at all, as it's a very touchy subject. His relationship with his family has all but deteriorated since his mother passed. She was the only one who accepted him as he was, anyway, while his father was a judgmental prick who... Well, he was not nice. Beyond his family, however, he tends to get along with people rather well, as long as they're understanding of his quiet nature.
Tyler is rather outgoing despite his lack of conversations. He loves to be in front of a camera and he used to love to model, something he was just getting into before he died. His love for that has not died, nor has his love of photography in general. However, he's found that he really does like his job, and it's a good substitute for not being able to do what he really wanted.
H I S T O R Y[/i]
Mother: Annamaria Powell, deceased.
Father: Eric Powell, 58, lawyer.
Siblings: Lucy Powell Hollow, 37, architect, sister; Lucas Hollow, 37, graphic designer, brother-in-law; Parker Powell, 33, lawyer, brother.
Pets: Black cat, named Toothless; tabby cat, named Minerva or Minny; three husky pups, Dakota, Luka, and Nanook (left to right).
Other: None.
Overview:
- Childhood
Tyler was the youngest of three siblings, and the apple of his mother's eye. She was always encouraging him to be himself and to be who he wanted, and it was not uncommon for her to take him to photoshoots with her before she retired from modeling. He was always enthralled with the whole photo thing, and had his first (very plastic and child-proof) camera when he was six. He was never close to his siblings, who all teased him about being a mama's boy; and, his dad was disappointed he would rather go to the salon with his mother than to try to learn to play sports like his brother. He made a lot of friends throughout pre-school and elementary, and the boy was actually rather popular in junior high. He was always out and about, rarely spending much time at home. That was until his freshman year of high school, when it all changed. - High School
His mother got sick; really, really sick. She was in and out of the hospital for chemo and radiation, but that only helped for so long. Tyler did not go out with his friends anymore. He was always at home with his mother, helping her around the house. They would curl up on the couch together watching ridiculous movies at all hours of the night. Or, he was watching while she slept as she grew more and more constantly tired. He was nearing the end of his freshman year of high school when it was announced that the chemo was just not working. They would be lucky if she made it to Christmas. That was when Tyler started acting out a bit. He would sneak out of the house, get in fights at school, skip classes. Despite all of that, when he went back to school that fall, he was told he had an opportunity to graduate high school early based on his GPA and how well he did on all his tests. He never told his parents, and he was out getting high when the call came in that his mother would not make it through the night. Ty did not want to go see her, but in the end, he did. She was sleeping when he got there, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead before sitting down. He ignored his dad's comments of him reeking of pot and just sat there silently. Tyler was the only one who did not cry when his mother died. No, that did not happen until he was alone in his room, where he broke down.
After that, he withdrew from his friends, put his focus on school, and rarely went anywhere but the library or home. It was his junior year of high school, when he was approached by his mother's old modeling agent about him joining the label. Out of pure spite, knowing it would anger his father, who had been treating him like dirt since his mother died, Tyler signed the contract, not knowing he would actually enjoy his new job. However, it would not last very long. - Death and After
Tyler had been busy with his whole modeling thing, but still keeping up in school. It was his senior year, and he was having a blast. Things would change that September, though. The seventeen-year-old made his way to one of his dad's offices there in the World Trade Center to wait a "meeting" with him, something that had him rolling his kohl lined eyes. What he did not know was that he would never walk out of the building. He was one of the ones who never made it out of the tower on September 11th. The building collapsed while he was still inside, but he did not remember much of what happened.
When he came to, he was at a hospital in New Haven, and it took a long while for him to adjust to the fact that he was not really alive. He was just existing. Tyler lived with his Reaper for a while as he finished up high school, and then he got a job waiting tables at a few places, until he was old enough to get a liquor license so that he could become a bartender. He actually had a lot of fun with that, despite not thinking that he would. He's made a few friends, but nobody really important has come into his life, though that could change at any time.
A B O U T Y O U[/i]
Your Name/Alias: Alice.
Age: 23
Time Zone: CST.
Other Characters: See sidebar.
Code Words: -liiiiiiiiiiiiiicks-S'mine.
Random Fact: No. >:U
[/div][/style][/td][/tr][/table]
DATE OF DEATH: SEPTEMBER 11th 2001
TABLE BY CALIFORNIA DREAMING @ CAUTION 2.0 EDITED BY ALICE.
[/center]
