Oliver

Delbrook Academy High School

@A Tattooed Girl Sorry if I seem impatient >_> I don't mean to

@KaijuBaragon

Nah, I'm the one who's being impatient XD
Sorry guys.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Hey, guess who's sorry for being a putz?
Yeah, it's me. I'm back again.
I know I said I'd be leaving the forums for a while, but some people talked me out of it.
A couple of things have happened in my absence, some of which I'd be happy to discuss over PM but won't bring up here. But some of the more public-appropriate ones include:

-I got some questions I had answered by staff and senior members.
-I read over what I said, acknowledged that it sounded really putzy, and decided that I"ll do everything in my power to ensure that it doesn't happen again.
-I got moved into an AP writing class, and my post length averages longer.
-I've gotten into the habit of reading over my posts for a while before I send them, as you suggested. It helps, both with my attitude problem and with my general writing quality.
-I have reread the rules and taken a look over some of the accepted characters to get the gist of what you're looking for.

So yeah. I think taking some time away from this thread may have been for the better. It also gave me some time to edit and improve my character sheet. Edits to this include:

-A few added sentences here and there to flesh out Biography and Personality
-Changed the color scheme to DodgerBlue.
-Fixed the formatting
-Other minor edits

Ciel Jaquith

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Character Summary

Name: Ciel Doran Jaquith
Aliases: None. Ciel refuses to be called anything other than his proper name.
Age: 11
Birthday: December 16th
Ethnicity: Ashkenazi Jewish, half French and half Polish.
Birth Place: Watford, Georgia (Fictional town)
Location: Somewhere in the woods on the outskirts of the state of Georgia
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A, though he planned to go to medical school and major in psychiatry.
Occupation: Student
Languages: English, learning French and Hebrew

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Appearance

Height: 4'8.
Weight: 49 pounds
Build: Emaciated and frail
Eyes: Light blue, almost grey
Hair: Platinum blond
Skin Tone: Sickly pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A few scars and scratches, but nothing noteworthy

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Psychology

Headstrong * Arrogant * Intelligent * Sensitive

Sexuality: Unknown, leaning towards asexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Ciel is proper and mature for his age, but he is also curt, stiff and a bit arrogant. He is distrustful of most people, having doubts about the loyalty of even his closest friends. Despite this, he would never betray anyone who trusts him. He is loyal and headstrong, however this also makes him sensitive and easily embarrassed. When upset, he shuts down and refuses to speak, not wanting to seem weak in front of others. He prizes his maturity above all else, and would be humiliated if he were ever treated like the child he is.
Ciel rarely smiles and never laughs unless drunk or otherwise out of his right mind. His rare smiles usually come in the form of curt little smirks, usually prompted by people who amuse his dry sense of humor. Ciel also enjoys riddles, logic puzzles and mind games.
Despite mentally and logically functioning at the same level as any adult, in truth Ciel is weak and sickly. He’s lived a life of relative comfort and is dependent on others for basic survival needs. If left on his own, he would likely die within a fortnight. He knows this and because of it he tries his best not to get on anyone’s bad side. Someone as weak and dependent as him must be equally amicable and useful in order to survive.
Habits: He talks in his sleep, bites his knuckles and nails when nervous, paces when thinking deeply and ties his shoelaces with triple knotted bows.
Hobbies: Drawing.
Fears:

• Heights
• Spiders
• Being forcibly restrained/unable to move

Likes: 6 minimal

• Dogs
• Tea
• Candy of all sorts
• Reading
• Sweaters
• Classical music
• Watching political debates
• Logic puzzles, mind games and riddles
• Though he’d never admit to it, he enjoys being touched, held and cuddled

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Seeming weak or incompetent
• People discovering his secrets
• Being sick or injured
• The smell of wet paint
• Milk
• Cats
• Coffee
• Sleeping

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Cards On The Table

Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Logic and general craftiness (Puzzle solving, improvisation, etc.)
• Drawing and mapmaking

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Marksmanship (crossbow)
• Marksmanship (light rifles)
• Sneaking, hiding and general stealth

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - A light grey hooded jacket that’s a bit large on him with two front pockets. A plain white t shirt that fits him perfectly and is in surprisingly mint condition. A pair of dark grey jeans that are a bit long and are held up with a black leather belt. One white sock and one grey-and-black striped sock. And finally, a pair of ratty and worn out red sneakers, two sizes too small.
• Hiking boots
• A length of rope
• A flashlight
• Several sheets of paper
• Two pencils
• A stainless steel water bottle
• His inhaler

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History

Your First Walker Encounter: Though his parents were both killed by walkers, the first time Ciel ever saw one was on his own. Wandering through the forest, starving and alone, he was ambushed by a group of two walkers. They were both relatively weak and old, so he was able to pick them off with his rifle after climbing up a tree to escape being bitten or scratched by the undead fiends. He had known about their presence before he ever saw one, so he wasn’t as frightened as he would have been otherwise, but the situation cemented in him the idea of just how much danger he was really in.

History Before Outbreak: Ciel was born the only son to a rich politician and his trophy wife. His parents adored him right from the start, and he led a pampered lifestyle. Anything he needed or wanted was provided as soon as he but asked. Being a somewhat weak and sickly little boy, his medical needs were painstakingly attended to by the best doctors available. There was only one problem he saw in his life, and that was that he had little to no contact with the world outside his home. He never made a single friend, he never had the valuable solo experiences that other children had, and most of all he was never exposed to foreign pathogens and as such his asthma and allergies only worsened instead of improving.

By the time he was six years old, he desperately hungered for a life of adventure. He never even went to school with other children; his parents homeschooled him and provided tutors at home. The good thing about this is that his individualized education meant that he could work at his own pace, and he quickly excelled at all the work his tutors could give him. His parents, who had both been good students themselves, were ever so proud to see their son grow to be so scholastically advanced. A specialty of Ciel's was always drawing, and he loved making maps of his parent's estate, the only world he knew.

Then the walkers came. His parents initially barricaded themselves in their mansion, but one of Ciel’s doctors became a walker, somehow broke into the heavily guarded estate, and killed them both in their beds. Ciel heard scratching and tearing sounds coming from his parent’s room, and fearing the worst he escaped through his bedroom window, taking only his father’s rifle.

History Since Outbreak: After the deaths of his parents, Ciel escaped to the woods and started to journey his way across the landscape, trying to get as far away from the outbreak as possible. It quickly settled in just how much he was unprepared for life on his own. He seemed to be allergic to almost everything, his asthma being terribly bad for the first few days. He had no idea how to find food or make shelter, eating only the raw animals he shot and getting very sick from them. He surely would have died if he hadn't found his first companion on his fifth day alone.

Charles Greywater was a stocky, bearded man, fond of flannel shirts and armed with a crossbow. He found little Ciel starving and ill in the woods, and nursed the boy back to health, taking him in as a sort of apprentice. He taught Ciel how to properly use the rifle he had, and even taught him a few crossbow tricks. Ciel learned to make a fire with flint, and how to gut and cook animals so he wouldn't have to subsist off of raw meat like he had been. It was with Charles that Ciel committed his first murder. They came across a woman on their travels, one who was trying to raid their shelter. Charles woke Ciel, handed him his rifle and told the boy to shoot. Ciel shot the woman dead, and the two ate her corpse and used her clothes and supplies. Ciel was of course more than slightly troubled by this at first, but quickly became accustomed to his own immorality.

Then one sunny July afternoon, the two of them were attacked by a lone walker. This one was stronger than the two Ciel had encountered before, and killed Charles while he tried to protect Ciel. Ciel was forced to shoot them both, but he missed the walker and made a narrow escape by jumping into a river and swimming downstream away from the monster, who could not maneuver itself so easily in water. Ciel was once again on his own, but this time a bit more prepared.

One week passed, then two. Today is Ciel's fifteenth day of being alone. He hasn't had much luck in finding food and is slowly fading again. He's learned by now that he doesn't do well solo, and has learned it the hard way. He's narrowly survived a few more walker attacks, which seem to be getting more and more frequent as if he were approaching some sort of colony of the creatures, like an abandoned town or something. If he doesn't find help soon, his little adventure may soon come to an untimely end.

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Extras

Character Quote: The ends justify the means
Theme Song: Confessio (Puella Magi Madoka Magica OST)

How Many Walkers Have You Killed: 3
How Many People Have You Killed: 1
Why: The human, he killed for food. The walkers he killed because they would have killed him otherwise.
Anything Else: Here

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

I hope this is sufficient. Feel free to point out any errors that might still be there.
Again, I'm sorry for the incident aforementioned. It won't happen again, here or elsewhere.

Delbrook Academy High School

@KaijuBaragon You still with us, dude?
Sorry for being so annoying, I just don't want this to die like all my other RPs.

The Academy

Do you prefer real or anime appearances?

Soul Circus

Out of the corners of his bright blue eyes, Blink finally spotted some familiar faces: Smiles and D.Ark seemingly deep in discussion. Not caring if he was interrupting, Blink leaped to his feet and scurried over to them, jumping into Smiles' arms. He giggled maniacally, wrapping his little legs around Smiles' waist to keep himself steady in case the clown decided to drop him.

The clown was the only one who wasn't cold most of the time, so he was the one Blink chose to forcibly adopt as his 'father'. While Chitter preferred the stiffer, more mature D. Ark, what Blink really needed was attention that Mr. Ark was often unwilling to give.

"Papa!! Où tu étais?!?" He cried, nuzzling his face into Smiles' neck and rubbing the clown's shoulders possessively. "J'étais si seul....Ne m'aimes-tu pas?!? Tu aimes mieux Chitter, n'est-ce pas?!" He started slapping the clown repeatedly across the face, his own face red with inexplicable fury, tears sliding down his little round cheeks.

@FallenTrinity @Belle

Oliver's Schlocky Character Sheets

Toby Broflovski

Tobit Ishmael Broflovski

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“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.” - Oscar Wilde

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Great Things Come in Small Packages. Apparently so do Awkward Things.

|| NAME ||
Tobit Ishmael Broflovski. Just call me Toby, okay? Nobody needs to hear that my middle name is Ishmael.
|| GENDER||
I'm a guy. I know I sound like a little girl, but I'm a guy.
|| AGE ||
15, believe it or not.
|| GRADE ||
Tenth.
|| SEXUALITY ||
I'm gay, big surprise.
|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||
Single, forever and always.
|| APPEARANCE ||
Well, first and foremost I look like a nine year old kid. There's a reason for this, and that reason is hypopituitarism, so don't blame my parents for giving me shit for genes.
I have a baby face, which just makes the whole problem even worse. Big brown 'Bambi eyes', cute little button nose, the whole spiel. My hair is a boring shade of sandy brown and too long, but I look like shit with short hair so I keep it that way.
I'm on the cusp of being slightly overweight, which just adds to the equation of madness which is my childish appearance.
I mostly dress in drab and slightly dirty clothes. Whatever my parents can salvage from the thrift store, I guess. Sometimes I even end up wearing hand-me-downs from my dead sister. My shoes are so worn out the soles have taped-up holes in them and I've replaced the laces at least eight times.
One other thing you'll notice about me is that I walk with a bit of a limp on my left side. That's because I broke my left leg in two places when I was eight and never got it fixed properly. Don't mention it or I'll fight you, I swear to God.

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“In a nutshell, I am not unaware of my failings. Neither am I a stranger to irony.”

|| Curt, quiet, sensitive, touchy, hotheaded||

|| PERSONALITY ||
Most people say I kind of have a chip on my shoulder. Mention my height, my voice, my limp, or just about anything else and I'll.... well, I won't fight you. I'm too tiny to fight people. I'll probably just flip you off and swear at you in Yiddish until you go away.
I mostly just try to stay out of people's way, though. Nobody really wants to be friends with me, so I generally assume anyone who approaches me is just here to pick on me like everyone else does. If they prove me wrong, well... they're in for a bit of a letdown because I'm not very charming. At my best, I'm quiet and socially awkward, and at my worst I'm a touchy little bitch. So... just leave me alone, okay? I promise I won't bother you.

|| QUIRKS ||
* I bite my nails and knuckles when nervous
* I tie my shoes with triple knots
* I pace when thinking
* I have pretty bad asthma and I'm allergic to dogs and shellfish.
|| HOBBIES ||
* drawing
* reading
* soccer
* hiking
|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||

+The dark
+Quiet spaces
+Classical music
+Cats
+Chocolate
+Sweaters

-Loud noises
-Bright lights
-His height and general appearance
-Loud, annoying people
-Most music
-Pain
-Dogs

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As Far as Anyone Else Knows, We're a Perfectly Normal Family.

|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||

Mother

This is my mom, Sarah Michelle Broflovski. Currently unemployed and taking care of her sister, my bitch aunt. My mom and I don't really get along. She's still really depressed over my sister's death, and on some level I think she wishes it was me who got steamrollered by an oncoming car.

Father

This is my dad, Jacob Broflovski. He currently works a schlocky job at the DMV. My dad and I are really close, and share a strong bond.

Sister (DECEASED)

And here's my sister, Rachel Janelle Broflovski. Formerly a senior student in high school. She and I... weren't really all that close before she died. We didn't fight or anything, but she mostly just did her own thing. She didn't really want to be seen with me after my diagnosis...

Aunt

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Finally, here's my aunt April. She's a deadbeat drunk and that's all you need to know. Trust me.

|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION||
My family lives in an apartment complex in a run-down, shady neighborhood. The address is 41 Chevalle Street. It's a brick building, with several broken windows and leaky plumbing. We live in apartment number 5.
|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||
My dad's car broke down a long time ago. I walk to school.

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"I'm not small, it's the world that's too big!"

|| BIOGRAPHY ||
I was born one snowy January evening 15 years ago. My parents were poor and currently supporting my mother's piss-drunk sister, so my birth came at kind of a bad time. The family already had a two year old girl in tow, and tons of debt piling up. I was born with a couple of different medical problems, most of them having to do with asthma and allergies. Nothing is harder on a dirt poor family than a kid with medical issues. I can only be glad my parents didn't dump me in the orphanage on the spot.

The early years were uneventful, at best. My mother never really liked me much, but my father and I got along like peas in a pod. We did just about everything together, and shared a lot of interests. Even though we were always dirt poor, there was tons of stuff to do. When I wasn't at Hebrew school or regular elementary school, I'd play soccer with my dad or go hiking. We'd always get into a lot of trouble, but we'd have lots of fun. Except for that one time when I was eight and I broke my left leg in two places. My parents couldn't afford to pay to have it fixed up at the hospital, so it didn't really heal properly and now I walk with a bit of a limp.
My sister Rachel was more of a shy, inside person, so she wasn't a huge influence on my childhood in the way my father was. She had her friends, and for a while I had mine. We never fought, but we weren't close.
And then there was my aunt April. Oy vey, was she ever a bitch. She'd always be drunk and hitting me around and the only one who ever stood up for me is my dad. But that's not that important. I never called CPS on her or anything, mostly cause my mom wouldn't let me tell anyone about the abuse. She felt bad for her sister and wanted to keep her safe in our house, even if it meant me getting beat up and yelled at.

When I was about ten, My doctor noticed that I had suddenly stopped growing. I never hit any of my growth spurts or showed any signs of developing any further. Later this was diagnosed as hypoputuitarism, a hormone disorder that prevents puberty and essentially traps someone in the body of a child for the rest of their life. This, of course, fucking sucks. But there's more! It also happens to make one rather susceptible to disease and most with the condition die young. Not great news for an already financially struggling family. This only made my mother even more distant from me, and gave my bitch aunt -who still lives with us, incidentally- another reason to get on my case. I mean, really, this woman is a nightmare. One time she hit me over the head with a glass bottle and gave me a concussion, and that definitely wasn't the first time she struck me. She never hit my older sister, though. My older sister wasn't an in-your-face hothead like I am, so she and my aunt very nearly got along. I wish I could say the same for me. I'd give anything not to have to be constantly fighting with that old hag.

Anyhow, over the years I stayed the exact same height as my peers grew, as if I was in some sort of time anomaly. My teachers started asking me if I was in the right classroom, assuming I was several grades below where I actually was. By the time I got to freshman high school, I'd been called "sweetie" and "honey" by teachers more times than I could count, and my classmates picked on me endlessly. School is a living hell if you're anything other than perfectly normal, let me tell you.

Then the accident happened. Last month, my sister was killed in a motorbike crash while with her boyfriend, who was also killed in the collision. Our parents were understandably devastated, but I personally only felt rather numb to the whole event. It's as if it never really occurred to me until later what it actually meant to lose a family member. I still have doubts about whether or not I was good enough to her while she was alive, because we never had much of a bond.

After the accident, My family moved out of Colorado all the way to Texas. Right into the middle of the fucking 'Bible Belt'. If it wasn't inherently obvious to you, we're Jewish. And I'm gay. So this wasn't exactly the best move we ever made, from my point of view. Even though this is his second year of high school, this is my first year at this school. Mostly I'm just trying to pass the year and stay out of everyone's way.
|| THEME SONG ||
Teenagers - My Chemical Romance
_{"The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid"}

Delbrook Academy High School

@Oliver I'm not abandoning the RP, don't worry :P

@KaijuBaragon

12 hours and 8 burst blood vessels later...

Soul Circus

Okay, one crappy post coming up as soon as someone else posts first.

Delbrook Academy High School

Not a creature was stirring...