[@Dirty Pretty Lies][hider=Ty][center][h1][color=eee72a]Bartimaeus Lucian Locke[/color][/h1] [IMG]http://67.media.tumblr.com/4feaef43518f31148aa9dd1bf5e3ebe6/tumblr_msvhdwJWhH1s9jf13o1_250.gif[/IMG] [i]"I was hatin' on the world as a little boy I was lovin' all the girls as a little boy… It’s time to blow their minds."[/i] -[b]Limp Bizkit[/b][hr] [color=eee72a][b][u]Name:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Bartimaeus Lucian Locke[/indent] [color=eee72a][b][u]Nickname:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Ty Luci T[/indent] [color=eee72a][b][u]Birth Date:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]10/07/1998[/indent] [color=eee72a][b][u]Age:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]17[/indent] [color=eee72a][b][u]Gender:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Male[/indent] [color=eee72a][b][u]Sexuality:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Straight[/indent] [color=eee72a][b][u]Relationship Status:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Single[/indent] [color=eee72a][b][u]Occupation:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]If you ask him, he’s a self-employed game changer[/indent] [color=eee72a][b][u]Classification:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Senior[/indent] [color=eee72a][b][u]Role:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Jock, duh[/indent] [color=eee72a][b][u]In Depth Appearance:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Standing just under his father, at 6’3”, Ty is rather tall, with short black hair and icy blue eyes. He dresses in shirts that are loud and covered in graphics, jeans that cost more than your car, and shoes that cost more than your house. He has an expensive pair of Oakley’s sunglasses that he’s almost always wearing(including inside and at night), and on the few occasions that he isn’t wearing them, they hang from the collar of his shirt. He has a different baseball cap for almost every team in the United States, and a few for record labels he’s fond of. Admittedly, Ty has a bit of a babyface. But, hey, it gets the panties wet and in the long run, that’s what matters. Ty is very expressive, often responding to questions or comments with his facial expressions rather than replying with words. His hands move a lot when he talks, and he almost always maintains eye contact with whoever he’s speaking with. There are often little smirks and other suggestive motions when he’s talking to a ladyfriend. He’s very good at moving his eyebrows around, perhaps because of genetics, perhaps because he spent 79898574398574397432648739215907 minutes practicing in front of the mirror. Who knows? Not you.[/indent][h1][color=eee72a][u]M Y Q U I R K S[/u][/color][/h1] [img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/953eb9ff93e1b528fbbd79811776bbd4/tumblr_mn0gp5byJF1qh6r0lo3_250.gif[/img] [color=eee72a][b][u]Habits | Quirks | Oddities[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Always wears black sunglasses, even inside or at night [*]Chews on straws from soft drinks after finishing them [*]Has a large assortment of baseball caps, and usually wears a different one for almost every occasion [*]Can roll a coin over his knuckles and does it fairly often [*]Has a shoe collection worth way too much money; relaces every pair with different colored laces\ [*]Can moonwalk [*]Knows every Shady Records, Aftermath Records, Funk Volume, and Strange Music song lyric by lyric.[/list][/indent] [color=eee72a][b][u]Hobbies:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Ordering shoes, and then relacing them [*]Baking. [*]Sleeping. Does that count? It should. [*]Watching movies [*]Gettin’ lit [*]Freestylin’[/list][/indent] [color=eee72a][b][u]Likes:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Female British accents [*]Girls that wear glasses [*]Ritz crackers, especially the garlic butter kind [*]Old Spice’s swagger line [*]Terry Crews [*]Irish Spring bodywash [*]Eevee and its evolutions [*]The doge meme [*]Ice Cube’s music [*]Magik [*]Phil Collins [*]Rap music[/list][/indent] [color=eee72a][b][u]Dislikes:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Standard laces in his shoes [*]Ice Cube’s movies [*]People who won’t fuck off when told to fuck off [*]European men [*]Axe for men shower gel (especially the chocolate kind) [*]Scott Summers [*]Nintendo products(only likes Mario Kart)[/list][/indent] [color=eee72a][b][u]Fears:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]His father [*]His grandfather [*]Being sent to the military academy[/list][/indent] [color=eee72a][b][u]Personality:[/u][/b][/color] [u]♦ Expressive ♦ Self-entitled ♦ Brave ♦ Annoying ♦[/u] [indent]Ty is an expressive young man. He prefers to use gestures and facial expressions to show how he feels about things, rather than [i]telling[/i] how he feels. As a result, a lot of people don’t know what the fuck he means or what he wants or what he’s saying. He can be [i]confusing[/i] at times as a result, but… he [i]doesn’t give a shit.[/i] About anyone or anything, other than himself. He’s self-entitled, on an incredibly short fuse, and [i]extremely[/i] egotistical. He knows he’s good, at everything he does, or at least he truly believes he is. His results are usually alright, but his methods can be… abhorrent, from time-to-time. He has a lot of raw potential, but it’s unhoned and will likely remain such unless he gets some kind of motivation to mold into something… less shitty. For now, though, he’s a young man. He hates the world, and the world hates him, as far as he’s concerned. He’s come to the conclusion that life sucks, and the only good that’s gonna come out of it is sticking it in nice butts. And in that respect, he does a pretty good job for himself. Girls are pretty easy at parties, drugs and alcohol are excellent inhibition lowers. In most situations, he’s pretty brave, with only a few things really bringing fear out of him. He’s too concerned with winning(or changing) the game of life to care about being afraid. The only things that [i]really[/i] scare him are the things that can take [i]him[/i] out of the game: his father, his grandfather, and the military academy they both attended as children(although at this point, Ty would be one of the older ones.)[/indent][hr][h1][color=eee72a][u]D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T[/u][/color][/h1] [img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/195d79f0751825a81fb4b7acefa03513/tumblr_mssfs4TFWs1s9jf13o4_250.gif[/img] [color=eee72a][b][u]History:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][color=eee72a]”Aight, so you wanna hear about how Ty ended up in Beverly HIlls. ‘bout how I became the PILLAR of the community you see before you today. You prolly heard people say that I’m a spoiled little punk. Alright, well check it out, ‘bout six years ago I was livin’ in the comfort of Brooklyn, chilling in my mom’s house on a World of Warcraft account, only popped out when I needed some more cash and to have my rich mom bail me out. See, my dad wasn’t around all that much, acuz he’s an active duty member of the United States Military, stationed in South Korea. So it was just me and moms, k? Anyway, so I quit WoW when I turned thirteen because I found that tha [i]streets[/i] were callin’ me, yo. Look, long story short. I joined a gang, yo. Something straight outta Fresh. Ya’all ever seen that movie? No? Look it up you degenerates, gotdamn. Point is, little homie in that flick is a drug dealer at age twelve. Just like YA BOY. I was slinging dope before I even kissed a girl. So anyway, I keep at it. I’m fifteen now, I got a girl on each arm, I’m a player, yo. Just like Tech, yo. I’m rollin in the Benjamins by this point, you know how it be. So, anyway, yo. I’m failin’ school. No biggie, no worries. I’m making that money, yo. But then the [i]unthinkable[/i] happens. Did you know that they don’t have to tell you when they’re a cop? I thought that was how it worked! Totally got snitched on. No big, tho. Cuz apparently, I guess moms has got this turbo rich family back in Beverly Hills. Like [i]turbo rich[/i]. They bought ‘em off. All charges dropped. Course, dad came back and whooped my ass. Moms got me out of it by deciding she was gonna send me back to live with her family. The Greens, or some shit, I dunno. I’m just kidding. I know. You know. If you don’t know, then turn on the TV every once in awhile when you’re done masturbating. So now I’m in Beverly HIlls. This is two years ago, I think? I don’t remember. I drink too much. Anyway. I move in with this hot blonde, too bad she’s my cousin or something. And this ain’t Game o’ Thrones so I ain’t bout to dick her. Her friends however… They keep it 100, let me just put it that way. And she got this crazy ass bald dude always on her dick. He’s chill, though. Anyway, I met her friend Connor, who introduced me to his homies: Wolfe, Ender, and Leon. Now we all five homies. We dem boys in da hood. We’re [i]The Elite[/i]. The best of the best. The pinnacle of perfection. Closer than brothers. Cept for Leon. Leon kinda sucks dick… But I ain’t slingin’ dope on the corner no more. Nah, I got this Green money funding my ‘adventures,’ yo. Just chillin’, sleepin’ with as many blondes as I can get my hands on. What? I like blondes. Bonus points if they wear glasses. It’s been almost three years I been livin’ in these parts now, and dammit I ain’t goin’ nowhere. The homies is here. I go back to the east coast every once in a while, just so mom knows I ain’t dead. Dad’s back in Korea. We don’t talk much ever since he, y’know, SLAPPED THE SHIT OUT OF ME. That’s my story, yo. Peace late.[/color][/indent][hr][h1][color=eee72a][u]M I S C .[/u][/color][/h1] [color=eee72a][b][u]Extracurricular Activities:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][color=eee72a]He plays football, running back.[/color][/indent] [color=eee72a][b][u]Extra:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]no >:( Yes. :( Just listen to this song ok https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEZBeHsgVrs[/indent] [color=eee72a][b][u]Anything Else:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]hes the best[/indent][/center][hr][/hider] one.