Post by Dizzy Pure on Jun 23, 2010 16:58:41 GMT -5
[/IMG]Tobias Young
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»the basicsNAME:Tobias Maxwell Young
NICK NAMES:Toby
CLASS:Minor God
REINCARNATE:Caerus
AGE:Twenty-two
GRADE:Not Applicable
ORIENTATION:Straight
»the imageEYE COLOR:Brown
HAIR COLOR:Black
HEIGHT:6'3"
WEIGHT:195 lbs
CLOTHING STYLE:Tobias' entire wardrobe is a throwback to the 70's disco era, with a modern flair. He generally leaves the house in a solid color, butterfly collar button-down underneath a black (sometimes pinstriped) suit coat, with matching pants. The collar of his shirt is always flared over the lapels of his jacket, and a small, diamond-studded, silver cross hangs on a silver chain over his chest.
»the storyFAMILY:Mother: Lauretta Young. Father: Terrence Young. Older Brother: Terry Young
HOMETOWN:Boston, Massachusetts
PAST:Tobias was born into an average, middle-class family, with the exception of his father and older brother, Terry. Their father gambled, to the detriment of his family, and Terry, under the stress of trying to properly provide for his mother and little brother, slowly degenerated into alcoholism. As such things happen, Tobias began to take on the worse traits of both men.
Fate was kind, however, as inexplicable luck turned Tobias' growing gambling problem into a source of income. His luck was not limited to games of risk, however, as any situation involving chance would shift in Tobias' favor. Life was good, for Tobias, at least, and acceptable for his family (his father continued to gamble; he and his brother continued to drink). Then, Tobias found himself drawn into a world he never imagined.
Approached by a wealthy investor in the luckiest of chance encounters, Tobias got into real estate, and was soon making thousands of dollars. His hobby drew him out to California, where the savvy (or opportune) real estate investor can make millions in a matter of months.
PRESENT:Tobias now spends his days blowing off the millions he has made in whatever way he sees fit, while making even more money in the process and granting wealth and power to anyone lucky enough to bask in his presence. Recently, the god Caerus, whose divine luck has been Tobias' blessing, has awoken inside of the young millionaire. While not entirely at odds, the two individuals within Tobias' body are now dealing with the situation, as the owner tries to assert dominance over the more powerful guest.
»the extraLIKES:Gambling, Risk, Alcohol
DISLIKES:Losing,
OTHER INFO:(text here)
»the writerNAME:Damarr
AGE:Nineteen
GENDER:Male
RP EXPERIENCE:Seven years, on and off
HOW YOU FOUND STS:Becket's ad on NP
RP SAMPLE:Gabriel softly whistled a tune to himself as he approached the large doors set into the high stone walls of the keep. As he drew nearer to the walls, the guards posted along the top of the wall called down to him, their voices displaying an obviously practiced tone of command "Halt! Who are you and what is your business here?" Offering a lazy, cheerful wave up to the guards, a smile evident in the tone of his voice, Gabriel called back up, "I am Gabriel; Storyteller Extraordinaire and Master Musician, come to answer the call of Tobias, Lord of Tobaro." With a nod one of the guards turned back over the wall and called something out. Moments later, the heavy ironcast doors swung slowly inward.
As the young man stepped through the gateway and into the full light of the torches, the guards behind the wall watched him pass with widened eyes and lowered jaws. Once in the light, Gabriel's full ensemble could be seen, in all of its absurdity. From top to bottom he was dressed in an outfit of worn leather that would, except for its color, be considered entirely normal. Across his broad chest and shoulders sat a shirt made of apparently normal fabric, but it shone extraordinarily in the torchlight as if it were made of a highly reflective, polished metal, shifting colors in the flickering light. Similarly, the cloth of Gabriel's pants and his leather traveling boots also shone a shifting rainbow of metallic hues. Only his cloak, which was pitch black in color, did not display the magical colors of Gabriel's other garments.
With a nod to the guards, Gabriel headed toward the keep in the direction indicated, where he noticed a man standing near an open door. Gabriel offered the man another nod as he drew near. The servant returned the nod with a bow, and, after motioning for Gabriel to follow, turned and headed into the keep.