Post by rhett damon halewile on Jul 20, 2011 18:50:06 GMT -5
(RhettDamonHalewile !? )
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you called i can’t hear a thing i have got not service in the club you see
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full name. Rhett Damon Halewile.
nicknames. “Rhettie”, by his parabatai and he normally doesn’t appreciate it.
gender. Male.
birthday. March 19th
candles. Seventeen.
orientation. Bisexual.
occupation. Shadowhunter.
member group. Nephilim.
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[/color] WHAT WHAT DID YOU SAY[/b][/color]are you breaking up on me sorry i cannot hear you i’m kinda busy
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other important stuff.
History:
Rhett was born to two mysterious Shadowhunters and the reason they’re mysterious is because Rhett has no idea who they are, nor does he want to find out. When Rhett was born, he was abandoned on the border of France, which borders the Shadowhunters’ home of Idris, so it’s presumed he was born in Alicante, though he doesn’t know for sure. He speculates that he was abandoned because of his parents’ lack of involvement with the Clave, though he can’t say for sure. Rhett was found by a wonderful Nephilim woman named Amelia Wingfield (nee Nitar), who is related to who would become the young Rhett’s best friend and fighting partner.
Growing up with a stranger is never easy, especially for Mrs. Amelia. She learned the hard way that Rhett was cursed with a health condition; asthma. Though only a mild case, Rhett’s asthma prevents him from being the best he could have become. He has less stamina than most, often having to sit down after a long battle, and he has to watch where he gets struck; if he is struck anywhere on the chest, it could be fatal for him. Amelia presumes that this is the reason Rhett’s parents left him, because a young couple would not know how to deal with asthma or what possible treatments could be offered. She has yet to tell Rhett her theory, afraid he will begin to blame himself.
Rhett actually adopted the last name of another Nephilim to whom he became very close to. Justinian Halewile, now age 24, because a big-brother figure to Rhett and thusly earned the honor of Rhett’s adoration. The two don’t see each other very often, considering that Justinian is stationed in England, but the two often send fire messages and hand written letters. Amelia is Rhett’s caretaker, but Rhett has openly showed a closer relationship to his elder brotherly figure.
Rhett met hisparabatai at the age of nine, when the young boy came to visit his aunt, guess who? Amelia. The two were reluctant to speak with each other at first, considering they are very much opposites, but eventually became so close that now, they are nearly inseparable. Recently, both boys have been asked by the Clave to transfer from their base in Tokyo (where Amelia lives) to New York.
Personality:
Rhett is sometimes ( while kidding) referred to as “socially awkward”. He has a hard time trusting people, since he was abandoned, and doesn’t usually like to let people in on what he’s thinking about. He’s soft spoken, only starting up a conversation when he feels it’s necessary or unavoidable. When he does decide to speak, it’s usually in the form of legit one sentence and/or an onomatopoeia. His philosophy is “small talk.” In front of his parabatai however, he can be anything from goofy to embarrassed to angry to sad. His mood is pretty unpredictable when in front of his friend, because the boy is the only one who can actually get Rhett to express himself properly. Rhett is clearly the opposite of his parabatai, in fact so much so that it’s nearly laughable. Rhett is quiet, keeps to himself a lot, and doesn’t really like it when people try to intrude in (though he’s grown used to the idea thanks to a certain rich boy). He has a sad past, but tries not to let it get to him, as well as his health condition. He’s strong mentally and spiritually, but doesn’t have as much stamina as most others of his race. However, for the few minutes that he’s fired up in battle, he’s just as deadly as any other Nephilim. Ironically, more people tend to like Rhett rather than his fighting partner because he doesn’t pry into other peoples’ business. He has trouble trusting people and isn’t particularly fond of Downworlders, except for a select few back in Tokyo, whom he and his best friend have grown friendly with. Rhett is bisexual, but has never really dated before; unless you want to count one mundane girl he dated in order to see how much he actually liked women. He’s not very insecure about it and because of his bluntness, if you ask him about it, he probably won’t lie to you. Since no one cares much for poor Rhett (his parabatai tends to steal most of the attention), not many people actually know of his bisexuality, but he’s fine with that. He doesn’t handle drama well, so anything to keep it away from him, he’s all right with.
Likes and Dislikes:
Likes
--Tokyo
--Wasabi sauce or anything else that’s spicy
--His parabatai (when the latter isn’t pissing him off)
--Reading
--Listening to music
--Victory
--Keeping his loved ones safe
--Anime/manga
Dislikes
--Gum, or any other sticky foods
--Being interrupted
--When his parabatai gets into unnecessary fights
--Being ignored
--Losing (anything; ie. Games, battles, etc.)
--His family/friends getting hurt
--Being useless
--The idea of being separated from his parabatai
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[/color] JUST A SECOND[/b][/color]it’s my favorite song they’re gonna play and i cannot text you with a drink in my hand eh
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name/alias. You may call me DJ.
experience. Gosh, when haven’t I RPed? Haha. I would say about 6 years on and off.
factoid. I’m addicted to green tea <3 Oh, and as for Rhett’s dear parabatai, I’m going to be putting a want ad on him, so feel free to check him out!
codeword. ADMIN EDIT
sample. This is with his parabatai, whom I decided to name Zell. I won’t be controlling both boys, but I figured I should set their relationship.He awoke to the sound of soft padding; up and down the hallway it went and if he didn’t know who it was, Zell would have imagined the noise to be ceaseless. Zell Nitar never liked to be awoken, but for this one boy, he would go days without sleep. He rolled out of bed, careful not to step on his shoes, which he had lazily thrown on the side of his bed. They were his favorite pair of converses, yet he showed no compassion for them; they were already soaked with mud and another substance Zell didn’t wish to identify. Probably demon blood. Damn demons.
He opened the door quietly, not letting it creak so that he wouldn’t disturb the other residents. As he imagined, the boy had stopped pacing and was sitting down next to the doorframe, his head in his knees. Careful not to frighten him, Zell chuckled softly.
“Boogey man strikes again, huh?” he asked.
His parabatai, Rhett, did not appreciate the remark and looked at him with stone serious eyes. Zell didn’t like this look; it meant that Rhett was trying to be strong when he didn’t want to be. It meant he felt as if he needed to exceed expectations that weren’t bestowed upon him. Zell was brave, but Rhett had always been braver. Had Zell been spooked by the night, he might have already drawn his weapons. The only thing Rhett drew was his sweatshirt, which he removed from his body and threw inside Zell’s room via the open door.
“Can I come in?” he asked, much too childishly for Zell to refuse.
Not like Zell would refuse him, or anything.
“Sure,” was all he said and walked back into his room.
Rhett closed the door behind him, careful as not to let it slam. Slowly he made his way over to Zell’s nightstand, which held a desk lamp. He turned it on immediately.
“That bad?” Zell asked, referring to what he now knew was a problem with nightmares. There was just something in the way that Rhett was acting that told him so. They’d been together for years now and Zell had learned to recognize every flinch or shudder of his partner’s body. He could read him like an open book now, which he felt honored to do so, since many people couldn’t figure out Rhett.
Rhett nodded hesitantly. “I suppose you don’t want to talk about it,” Zell added.
This time, Rhett shook his head. “I’m just a bundle of nerves. I keep thinking about America…do you think we’ll hate it?”
‘Ah yes,’ Zell thought, ‘tomorrow we’re headed to America…’ They’d been called on by the Clave to move and serve and thinking back on it, Rhett seemed more reluctant about it. Zell always traveled with his father; perhaps that’s why he was neutral on the matter.
“I don’t think we’ll hate it,” he said. “I mean, I’m looking forward to a hamburger. A real, meaty hamburger.”
“That’s disgusting,” Rhett interrupted before Zell could continue describing his idea of an American hamburger.
“We’ll be fine,” Zell said.
Those few simple words put Rhett at ease. It was nice to know that his friend to could identify his unspoken concerns. He even smiled a bit, something Zell always loved to see. And it was always his little secret. The usually down to earth S.O.B didn’t normally smile in front of other people.
“Can I stay in here for a little longer?” Rhett asked.
This, of course, caused Zell to smirk. “Jeez, Rhettie, we haven’t slept in the same bed since we were kids.”
“I won’t fall asleep!” Rhett said, sounding quite horrified by the idea.
Zell only threw him a look. Everyone knew Rhett was a sound sleeper.
As on cue, Rhett averted his gaze. “Just move over,” he said, “and stay on your side of the bed.”
Zell laughed and climbed back into bed. As Rhett got comfortable, Zell could only think on how unfortunate he was going to be in the morning.
He ought to know that Zell was a tosser and tumbler. He’d wind up on the floor tomorrow morning.
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This character application was made by danger (aka pixified of caution 2.0). The lyrics are from the song “telephone”, which belongs to Lady Gaga. I don’t claim those. But all the rest is mine. Just because I didn’t post it on caution doesn’t make it not mine. Do not remove or edit this credit under any circumstances. Just don’t. I really don’t want to have to dig my shotgun out of the closet and come hunt you down for stealing all of my hard work.
Note from DJ: Sorry it's so long! Haha. I didn't notice how long it was until I previewed it for typos! [/justify]
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