Tynan Sullivan

[Thomas Sullivan]

Thomas Sullivan

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mask of deception;

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full name; Thomas Tynan Sullivan
nickname(s); Kelsey
age; 19
birthday; July 25, 2011
gender; Male
type; Hunter
sexual orientation Straight

uncovering the truth;

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personality; Tynan is a very complex person to understand. Once somebody thinks they have him figured out he will always change his ways. This is because his trust has died a long time ago. Finding trust in Tynan or likewise is something that can never be seen in Tynan unless you can REALLY understand him. Drawing a bead on him is something that is very difficult to do because Tynan’s way of seeing things is different then what most people will think. He can be very strange sometimes in understanding something. He asks a lot of questions so he can make an escape plan if he needs to. Manipulation is something that Tynan has not yet mastered. This might be his only weapon of destruction against his soul. Though he will always be thinking of way to escape and run.

Running is not his strong suit, however. Revenge is. Although he does not always plan his revenge scheme since usually he never bothers to care enough to get back at somebody unless they’ve really crossed him and gave him a good enough reason to use all of his resources and energy in order to do it. Another element that may very well captivate and always confuse Tynan is love. This is something he does not understand but tries his hardest to cope with it. Another surprising thing about Tynan is that he sometimes tries and helps people only if he looks at the situation and feels the need to. Tynan is very very hard to understand. But at the end of the day his decision on some things vary greatly. Only he knows why his ways are the way they are. Sometimes, however, he doesn’t, which is the scariest part about him.
likes;

• Heavy Metal
  
• Fighting
  
• Love
  
• Planning
  
• Killing the infected
  
• Not being the hero
  
• Guns
  
• Hand to Hand combat
  
• Thinking
  
• Jokes
  

dislikes;

• Hope
  
• False hope
  
• Distrust
  
• Dicks (even though he is one)
  
• Assholes (even though he is one)
  
• The past
  
• The world
  
• The economy
  
• Running/Fleeing
  
• Losing
  

fears;

• Humans
  
• Being cornered
  
• Being lost
  

habits;

• Tends to favor guns
  
• Always helps his friends
  
• Sarcasm
  

flaws;

• Can’t control his temper
  
• Comes undone to easily
  
• Is breakable
  

time machine;

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parents; Raised in foster home

• mother - name age, occupation
  
• father - name, age, occupation
  

siblings;

• name, age, infected or not
  

kids;
pets;
hometown; Russia
personal history; Tynan is a very complex person to understand. Once somebody thinks they have him figured out he will always change his ways. This is because his trust has died a long time ago. Finding trust in Tynan or likewise is something that can never be seen in Tynan unless you can REALLY understand him. Drawing a bead on him is something that is very difficult to do because Tynan’s way of seeing things is different then what most people will think. He can be very strange sometimes in understanding something. He asks a lot of questions so he can make an escape plan if he needs to. Manipulation is something that Tynan has not yet mastered. This might be his only weapon of destruction against his soul. Though he will always be thinking of way to escape and run.

Running is not his strong suit, however. Revenge is. Although he does not always plan his revenge scheme since usually he never bothers to care enough to get back at somebody unless they’ve really crossed him and gave him a good enough reason to use all of his resources and energy in order to do it. Another element that may very well captivate and always confuse Tynan is love. This is something he does not understand but tries his hardest to cope with it. Another surprising thing about Tynan is that he sometimes tries and helps people only if he looks at the situation and feels the need to. Tynan is very very hard to understand. But at the end of the day his decision on some things vary greatly. Only he knows why his ways are the way they are. Sometimes, however, he doesn’t, which is the scariest part about him.

Tynan once had a life when things were normal and he wouldn’t wake up suddenly in the night sweating and trembling. At rare times when he would he would sit by his window and watch the northern star shining so brightly in the night sky like a beacon of hope that would never come. As a little boy Tynan always dreamed of that one thing that would change his life completely around from the pathetic life he had in the foster home of Madame Birchwood’s Home for the Abandoned. In Tynan’s small room he shared with two other boys Tynan was always the one that the bully’s picked on. The weird one as he soon became known within the shallow walls of that prison that caged his potential. Birchwood didn’t help Tyan’s cause either. She was sour old woman who was only in it for the wealth and fine furs.

One night the nightmares visited him more frequently and they would keep awake. He would continue to sit at his usual perch near his beside window and watch that mesmerizing star. Later on the nightmares were such a frequent visitor that Tynan grew used to staying awake and he would think of the nightmares that plagued him. He would see the same man in his dreams getting stalked in the shadows and then through the flesh to the other side, the victim was impaled with a strange looking sword of unknown origin or power. The dream would always end right there with no other answer or motive. It was the same thing over and over again. Tynan never saw the face of the attacker but knew he dressed in a hooded robe that veiled his face in shadow.

Tynan had to come up with his own answer to the thing he saw every night that was so powerful and so confusing that it kept him up. One night as Tynan peered out the window at the star in the sky with his arms crossed lazily over each other on the windowsill he saw a strange man looking up at his window from the dark street below. Tynan caught his distant glimpse and watched as the man slowly raised his arm in a gesture that told Tynan to go with him. As chills ran up and down his spine he bowed his head to blink his eyes to see if he was just sleep deprived. But when the young Tynan looked back up the man was standing right outside his window. So close that Tynan could’ve touched the fabric of his clothing if it wasn’t for the window. The man mouthed the words, “Come with me.” Tynan found a weird connection with the man and trusted him. While Tynan’s two roommates slept on Tynan disappeared into the night with the man never to be seen again by Madam Birchwood or her precious children.

The sound of old Birchwood’s scream the next morning would haunt the children still in the home for rest of their lives. For the words; I Can Revive Him With My Own Hands, were scribbled loosely in blood on her bathroom window.

mirror, mirrror;

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hair; Black
eyes;Brown
weight; 215
height; 5’7’’
tattoos;
piercings; One on bottom lip
anything else;
play by; TJ Miller

underneath the mask;

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your name; Kelsey
age;19
other characters;
where did you find us?Isn’t it obvious?
secret word; I can't believe this was that simple.
rp sample;

Lebrun's advantage slipped away from him again. He felt his legs go out from beneath him and then his head was kicked in. The force of the kick to his head guided his body to twirl in the air and then land with a soft thud onto the grass. It took him a full two minutes to regather his senses and by that time Misery had walked away. Lenrun's left arm regather the feeling first as it started to drag itself over the dirt in search of his blade. His fingertips found the hard hilt but his gaze was elsewhere. Lebrun slowly got to his feet.

With his blade in hand, Lebrun walked over to the two fallen animal corpses one of which he had slain earlier. Even walking in a straight path felt awkward. His vision was slightly blurry. He raised his blade in front of his eyes and stared at it violently. Lebrun stared at the glistening blade for god knows how long before turning to the corpse of the Lynx and staring down at it. His vision slowly returning to its normal state Lebrun tightened his other hand into a ball. The sound of light steps behind him made him dive into the cover of a nearby tuft of grass. He rolled over his shoulder and turned mid-roll to see another Lynx had made its debut.

Lebrun watched it as it circled the other, nudging the body with its nose and Lebrun could tell it was weeping for its fallen family member. Lebrun's eyes glistened over with just the moment of how things had played out. The Lynx turned its head to the sky and howled out of sadness. Lebrun sat hunched once again watching the second Lynx. Then something flared inside him. Maybe Misery right about hunting and killing animals. He thought to himself as the Lynx sat down and then came to a sleeping position next to the dead one. But god help her if I am just going to roll over.

The live Lynx came to a silent resting position on the ground. Lebrun slowly walked out of his cover. The Lynx unaware of his presence as Lebrun began to step lightly. Lebrun could see the animal's stomach heaving as it breathed lightly on the state just before sleep. Suddenly the Lynx was on its feet violently growling at Lebrun who immediate put himself into a defensible position. He slowly slid his favorite small blade from within his sleeve. The Lynx was bent low staring at him with those frighteningly vigilante calm eyes. "Looks are deceiving." Lebrun said unafraid. "There is something in Misery's that tell you that she's here to tell you lies." The Lynx didn't budge. "Beware of Misery's filth."

The Lynx's green eyes continued to mark Lebrun. "You are just practice before I face my consequences." Lebrun was no longer smiling. "Beauty is only skin deep." Lebrun continued just as the Lynx lunged itself into the air. Lebrun's eyes watched it slowly come at him. It was beautiful. It's claws aimed for his throat, its snarl screaming murder, its eyes that of an angel. Lebrun's arm came up and the small blade pierced the heart of said angel. With a whimpering cry the Lynx fell to the ground. Lebrun knelt down next to the dying animal. He looked into his now calm eyes.

"This one is for death to see one thing." Lebrun lay the small blade arm over his leg. "That death can go fuck himself." Lebrun picked up his bigger hunting blade and placed the Lynx's neck in a carefully placed X between both blades. But Lebrun stopped. This was an angel. A true angel lay at his feet muttering its last breath before it succumbed. But its chest still heaved up and down this time much more slowly. Lebrun still hesitated. "There's something in her eyes." Lebrun disbanded his X. His hand moved to the weak spot on the Lynx's heaving stomach. "Rest your eyes a little longer." Lebrun took his hand away and stood up.

Walking casually to the head of the second Lynx with a slight limp, Lebrun slammed the blade into the dirt inches from its head to mark its grave. "You earned my respect." Lebrun nodded respectively to the Lynx. Another soft patter of footsteps made Lebrun turn to see a third Lynx. It's fur graying on some parts. Lebrun's eyes widened. "Oh shit." The Lynx lunged and pinned Lebrun to the ground. It's strength unmatchable as its jaw optioned to rip Lebrun's throat out. Lebrun blocked the Lynx's snapping jaw with an arm against its throat. After a minute of trying to fend off the alpha male Lebrun let out a frustrated scream. The arm he was using to keep the Lynx at bay was his blade arm.

He slowly raised his other arm and jammed his thumb into the Lynx's eye socket causing it to whimper and jump off. Lebrun rolled sideways to his feet and faced the Lynx which was in front of him between the bigger hunting blade. The Lynx faced him preparing itself for another lunge of trepidation for the fallen Lynx. Lebrun slid his blade out but the Lynx saw this move and lunged which Lebrun wasn't ready for. He did move out of the way just in time to cause the Lynx to come to a sliding stop turn. Lebrun had his blade fully extended, the Lynx lunged again. It caught him in his blade arm with a ferocious swipe.

Lebrun's blood fell from his open wound his only weapon arm immobilized. The Lynx prepared itself for another pounce. Lebrun bent his knees slightly. Once the Lynx pounced he would roll to one side and then come up with another strategy to keep dodging the alpha male until one or the other became tired and then it was for the kill. But the Lynx came at him from the unexpected position pushing Lebrun into a small muddy pond. Brown water was kicked up everywhere as he fell backwards. The Lynx was coming down for the kill. Lebrun rolled to the right out of the pond and started to run. The Lynx hot on his tail.

Lebrun rolled behind a rock and lay against it breathing deeply. The Lynx creeping around the left side. Lebrun dashed around the right and climbed up and stared down as the alpha male circled the rock. Lebrun jumped down delivering a swift elbow to the top of its head, immobilizing it temporarily. Lebrun backed up and kicked its brains all over the grass.


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[*~Noelle Marie Stryder]

A C C E P T E D !
Very well done, though I do ask that you just add that profile picture to your app. Just before the name it says to add a picture of your character. Other then that, great app! Remember to make your claims and stay active!