Ooh~ One more~ [@MissCapnCrunch] [hider=That Messed Up Goth Guy - Oberon Demetrius Grimbald][center] [h1][color=696969]Oberon Demetrius Grimbald[/color][/h1] [hr] [IMG]http://67.media.tumblr.com/c4c07d57cee65b42dd23d2449a448dfa/tumblr_mltchhTKtm1qei492o3_500.gif[/IMG] [hr] “Some ghosts are so quiet you would hardly know they were there.” [color=gray]- Bernie Mcgill, The Butterfly Cabinet[/color] [hr] [h3][color=800000]If I Capture You With My Gaze, Run Far Away[/color][/h3][/center] [color=C0C0C0]|| NAME ||[/color] [indent]Oberon Demetrius Grimbald[/indent] [indent]"Ya Ass" (father) "Lazy Brat" (stepmother)[/indent] [color=696969]|| GENDER ||[/color] [indent] Male[/indent] [color=C0C0C0]|| AGE ||[/color] [indent]Fifteen[/indent] [color=696969]|| GRADE ||[/color] [indent]Ninth[/indent] [color=C0C0C0]|| SEXUALITY ||[/color] [indent]Love is pain, a thorn on the sweetest rose (aka heck if he knows)[/indent] [color=696969]|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||[/color] [indent]As alone as the moon shining through the suffocating clouds in an autumn night[/indent] [color=C0C0C0]|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||[/color] [indent] “Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.” A tall and mature looking boy, always dressed in thrift store elegance of colors that are as dark as spilled ink over an artwork. He is elegant looking for a boy his age, with an ever morose expression and brooding deep dark eyes. His wild hair is the darkest shade of brown, like ashen bark in the dead of winter. He always is well groomed and put together, though he wears long sleeves and pants all the time, to cover bruises and wounds graciously given by his father. He is able to mend and put together his own clothes, so he is never ashamed of his gentlemanly gothic appearance. His ears are gauged and his lip is pierced, and there are a few illegal tattoos on his flawless skin, gifts from his stepmother who enjoys practicing on him, if only to be able to touch him. He is a dark cloud in the pristine blue sky of teenage youth, but never ever think of him as weak, for if anything is strong than his reserved etiquette it is his boiling deep seeded anger.[/indent] [hr] [center] [img]http://orig06.deviantart.net/91da/f/2012/204/9/9/luke_worrall_by_thehattercrazy-d58bfz4.gif[/img] [h3][color=800000]I Am The Storm Itself, Leaving Destruction In Its Wake[/color][/h3][/center] [color=696969]|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||[/color] [indent]Reserved, Sharp Witted, Polite, Brooding, Dark, Stubborn, Poetic, Mature, Blunt, Aloof, Independent, Untrusting, Inventive, Instinctual[/indent] [color=C0C0C0]|| PERSONALITY ||[/color] [indent]He is his birth mother's child, quiet and polite and not one to rock the boat. Until the boat gets overly out of control of course. Then it is time for all that hidden rage to unleash itself. Stubborn and brooding, he'd rather try to ignore others than risk getting into arguments, but this plan doesn't always work with his hidden temper. Burdened with guilt and a craving for affection, it has twisted him into a solitary abnormality among his peers. His old fashioned way of speaking and dressing might be over looked, but he excels in his studies and can hold intellectual conversations with his own teachers. This is a tad bit irritating to those his age. So for the most part he keeps his distance and sometimes his aloof coldness can be misunderstood as arrogance and condescension. He doesn't see anyone beneath him, however, unless they are cruel and stupid of course. But he also has a bit of a problem with authority figures, never giving them respect right away. You have to earn your respect from him. And this causes friction among him and some of the male teachers, who sometimes try to take him down a peg by asking more difficult questions and trying to catch him off guard. They'll be sorely disappointed. At home all he ever can do to escape his dark reality is to get lost in learning and in books and in poetry or history or even math. His mind is always working, spinning and trying to absorb as much as it can. Knowledge is power. And living with your parents isn't forever, thankfully. So he will hone his own weapon of power, gain all the ground he can while underneath the thumb of his wretched father, and then he will burst free from this place as soon as possible. Seventeen is only two years off. In the meantime he'll just bide his time. Waiting. Watching. Planning.[/indent] [color=696969]|| QUIRKS ||[/color] [indent]● Tapping his fingers ● Being overly polite ● Using decorative diction ● Sighing ● Running his fingers through his hair ● Observing others [/indent] [color=C0C0C0]|| HOBBIES ||[/color] [indent]● Reading ● Learning ● Writing ● People watching ● Listening to music ● Sewing or mending his own clothes[/indent] [color=696969]|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||[/color] [indent]+ The gothic novels of the eighteen century + everything that holds a dark beauty + imagining the way things will be in the future + having deep conversations - Being called a child or seen as stupid - Being told he's worth nothing and is tailer trash - Cruel people who enjoy seeing others hurt - The government - His father - His stepmother - all of those above in that specific order[/indent] [hr] [center][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf8xk8dsjm1qzg930o1_500.gif[/img][/center] [center][h3][color=800000]My Teeth Will Set Into Your Lily Flesh And You Will Know Love[/color][/h3][/center] [color=C0C0C0]|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||[/color] [indent]Father - Carver Spencer Grimbald - Lives off what is left of his trust fund Mother - Margert Anne Grimbald - Dead Stepmother - Cherry Fontaine Grimbald - Lazy Layabout[/indent] [color=696969]|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||[/color] [indent][sub] A long trailer that used too look nice and be well taken care of, now starting to fall apart due to neglect.[img]http://www.stevegarufi.com/rush10.jpg[/img] [/sub][/indent] [hr] [center][img]http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m12gd9GE241qanpzp.gif[/img][/center] [center][h3][color=800000]I Am The Son Of Shattered Dreams And Lying Love[/color][/h3][/center] [color=696969]|| BIOGRAPHY ||[/color] [indent]He hates his family. His father is a drunken oaf and his stepmother is a whining idiot. The only one he ever loved was his mother. And she was the only one that ever loved him. But her heart just couldn't take the abuse of his father anymore and she died of over work. High blood pressure runs in the family, so it wasn't like his father could get arrested. But even a child could tell that it was that violent berating man who drove her down, wore her down till she was nothing but a bundle of nerves. And then she died. In in no more than a month he had a new 'mother'. A plastic woman with a high laugh and leering eyes who couldn't keep her hands to herself. And what was worse is that she enjoyed belittling and torturing people just as much as his father. A pair made in the brimstone and flaming lakes of Hell itself. But it won't be forever. Just two more years. Just two more years. Just two more years...[/indent] [color=C0C0C0]|| THEME SONG ||[/color] [indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IShkL0LtyBI] Man Overboard - Puscifer [/url] [sub]Blood sky in the mornin' Shoulda seen the warnin' Captain to the Seaman Man your battle stations Poseidon's on a mission 'Bout to turn it up to eleven Captain to the Seaman Assume crash positions Toss the extras over About to take on water Blood sky every mornin' (All hands on deck, all hands on deck) Shoulda seen the warnin' (Coulda, shoulda) Poseidon's on a mission (Brace yourself, brace yourself) 'Bout to turn it up to eleven Mind the sails, mind the sails (Mind the sails, mind the sails) All hands on, all hands on deck (All hands on deck) Women and children first (Women and children first) Bail sailor, Bail, Bail, Bail (Bail, bail, bail) Brace yourself, brace yourself (Brace yourself, Brace yourself) Brace yourself, brace yourself a twelve (Brace yourself a twelve) All hands on, all hands on deck (All hands on deck) All hands on, all hands on (All hands on, all hands on) Blood sky every mornin' (All hands on, all hands on deck) Shoulda seen the warnin' (Woulda, coulda, shoulda, shut up) Poseidon's on a mission (Brace yourself, brace yourself) 'Bout to turn it up to eleven (Brace yourself, brace yourself) Captain to the Seaman (Here come the gails, mind the sails, mind the sails) Assume crash positions (All hands on, all hands on deck) Toss the extras over (Women and children, women and children first) About to take on water (Bail sailor, Bail, Bail, Bail) Poseidon's on a mission (Brace yourself, brace yourself, brace yourself) 'Bout to turn it up to eleven (Brace yourself, brace yourself, brace yourself) Poseidon's on a mission (Brace yourself, brace yourself, brace yourself) 'Bout to turn it up to eleven (Brace yourself, brace yourself a twelve, brace yourself a twelve, brace yourself a twelve, brace yourself a twelve)[/sub][/indent] [color=696969]|| OTHER ||[/color] [indent] He is trying to save up enough money so he can move out of his dad's trailer.[/indent] [hr] [/hider] Also if anyone wants to have interactions with either of my characters, feel free to PM~ I am good with any kind of interaction!