Post by Marshall Barrett on Jan 3, 2014 2:01:14 GMT -5
Full Name: Thomas Jr Wilson
Nickname/Alias: Tom, Tommy, Mr. Wilson
Age/Date Of Birth: 20 June 1940, 73
Race: Human, currently inhabited by a demon.
Occupation: Veterinarian, gun collector and semi-professional actor.
Species Group: Unlucky human.
Play-By: Malcolm McDowell
Abilities
He is pretty much only human. XD
He knows how to heal animals.
Likes guns and is good at shooting cans.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes:
❤ Not being possessed
❤ Bird watching.
❤ To sit down at the porch and just stay there.
❤ Community Theater
❤ His granddaughter.
Dislikes:
✗ Pretty much everything demon related.
✗ Hurting people.
✗ Blood
✗ Marshall.
Fears:
☬ He lives in a perpetual state of fear. His only fear would be if this was to happen to his granddaughter too.
Goals:
★ To get rid of Marshall.
Personality: He was a pretty much kind of a nice normal human being until shit happened and he ended up being possessed by a demon. He is pretty much trauma riddled from everything Marshall does with his body. Tom is kind caring human being he loves the people around him he is the kind of guy who brings soup to his sick neighbor, who offers to help out or give people a hand. He forgives and forgets. He believes in second chances. He loves animals and despises human cruelty. He goes to church every Sunday. He loves the outdoors.
Traits
✧ OMG Possesed by demon there is none.
✧ I’m just kidding constant, diligent, helpful and kind.
✧Easygoing, frank, fair-minded, determined and generous
✧Compassionate, courageous, gentle, gregarious and hard-working
Negatives:
✦ PTSD
✦ Thomas used to be a tiny bit temperamental
✦ Conservative, gullible, obstinate and parsimonious.
✦ Pessimistic, pained, picky, fatalist.
✦ and also impatient.
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Parents: Diane and Thomas Wilson (Both deceased),
Siblings: Anna Jones (Deceased)
Other Family: John Earl Wilson (son, deceased), Annie Wilson (Granddaughter, Alive)
Important Others: Cassandra Wilson (wife, deceased), Martha Moran (deceased, killed by Marshall)
History: Tom was born in Oakland, California but, lived most of his life in Cincinnati his parents move there when he was really young and he grew up in a suburban looking apartment. He joined the boy scouts at age 9 and went camping as often as he could. During his years in school he wasn’t popular but was well liked by his classmates, joined many clubs and was very active in school activities very often participating in plays and sports. He was somewhat successful dating girls and had no problem finding a date to the prom.
He entered college and studied to become a veterinarian he wanted to care for animals as he had always liked them. It was until he graduated and had his own place that he met who he thought was the most beautiful woman in the whole world: Cassandra. She came through his door like a vision from heaven; he fell in love of her the moment he laid eyes on her face. She had a pet teddy bear hamster named Tom. Yes, it felt as a gift of fate. He took care of the poor anima that had an injured leg product of an accident. It took him a few months and more visits to his office to gather the courage to ask her out.
Tom had dated girls many times but, he couldn’t help it. He felt apprehensive around her. Everything he said sounded stupid and he was pretty sure he looked like a fool. She said yes. He took her to the fanciest restaurant he knew and even whore a silly suit. For some reason he had a funny taste in suits. He never had cared until that day, he wanted to impress her. Tom could not believe his luck when she continued to go out with him. As the time passed he fell in love even deeply than before. Every day with her was a gift. He took her to the lake and proposed under a tree.
Once again she said yes. He loved that word as much as he loved her. They married in tiny ceremony. He wasn’t rich or famous but, he made her feel like the center of his whole world. Every day he would buy a flower for her hair and every morning he would kiss her cheek before going to work and she was always right. When she got pregnant he was very happy. They would become parents and he would begin a new chapter in his life. They took a loan and got a nice house with a white picket fence. They prepared the baby room with the most care and picked a million names they liked.
But the day her water broke, she also started bleeding. Tom took her to the hospital but, she had complications and died. Tom was saddened. He buried his wife and vowed to her to raise their son well. When he wasn’t working he was spending time with his little bundle of joy. He taught him how walk, how to laugh at a good joke, how to shave, how to drive a car, how to talk to women treating them with respect, how to say “thank you” and “please”. He taught him to wake up everyday and thank God for another day. He taught him to smile at life and to work hard without complaining. That, there is a hidden happiness in a kind gesture to a stranger.
His boy grew up. He became a man. Soon, he was bringing a girl to meet his old man. Tom smiled seeing even though there was no wedding ring on her finger that she was pregnant and he would be a grandpa soon. He went don’t to his Cassandra grave to give her the good news: “You would love her,” - he said - “I can tell she is a kind soul, she reminds me of you”. He laid a bucket and kissed tenderly the gravestone. Wherever she was she was surely in a better place, because any place with her in it, was better. As he walked away now as an older man he wondered if he would live to see this child become a fine adult too.
He retired, and spent most of his time fixing things around the house and helping Ms. Solomon to get her cat from countless trees. One day someone knocked on his door in the middle of the night, he opened the door thinking that Mr. Fluffly-claws had been stuck again. But, alas, no it was a police officer. He rubbed his eyes and asked the man what he was doing there. His son had an accident. Tom heart sank in his chest. He hurried to the hospital but, he didn’t make it in time to say goodbye. A drunk driver had crashed against the car. The only survivor being his 2 years-old granddaughter.
He found himself once again taking a child who had lost a parent but, this time both of them. Tom did not waver. He would raise her too, for his son and his girl. She was very different from his son. She was constantly running around laughing and peeking from corners to her grandpa. Sometimes she made him laugh sometimes she made him mad. When she turned twelve she started talking about boys. And Tom started to worry about her much more than before. This one was such a handful but, he loved her like he loved nothing else in the world animals included.
She went to college and somewhat made him worry more. He would call her once a day and she would answer every call. He made sure she stayed safe. It was around this time that a funny lady moved next door, her name was Martha. She would knock on his door demanding he borrowed salt or sugar, or that he fixed her car, her sink, her porch... the list was endless. Tom started wondering if she wasn’t taking advantage of his good nature. And just like that he was fixing the shower and she came in grabbed his shirt pulled him closer and out of nowhere kissed him.
It should suffice to say he was taken by surprise. At some point she started spending the night in his place or he stayed with her. A year passed and he wondered if he should pop the question. She was pretty unpredictable and he wondered if she even wanted him like that. He got a ring anyway to give it a try. In the worst case, they could dial back and just keep it casual. He went to the store brought a bottle of champagne and attempted home cooking disastrously. The doorbell rang and he opened the door, a guy wearing a white lab coat that looked like he had been through hell walked in.
Tom turned away to get some his first aid kit when a black smoke filled the room. He opened his mouth surprised and then… and then he lost control of his body.
Alias: Lyle
How did you find us?: Marshall kidnapped me here.
Experience: This poor vessel has suffered for a long time
Other Characters: Lyle York , Apollo , Marshall Barrett , Jarvis Van Dyne Ithuriel Torcher Maxon Smart Baki
RP Sample:
Marshall stared at the bloody hand with a pen trusted to it, making a disgusted face. The blood had gotten to his white coat and spilled onto the floor. He narrowed his eyes because not long ago he had grabbed her arm and the nifty little one had taken the pen from his coat and stabbed him with it. It took most of his patience not to outright crush her throat in the spot. He tilted his head looking at the girl with a displeased expression.
“Well, that’s unexpected, my darling.”
He took the pen into his other hand and jabbed it out of his left bloody hand. Leaning closer to her with an eerie smile moving slowly like a cobra he handed the pen to a solicitous demon that had come closer to the scene looking thoroughly scared. Marshall did this without even his eyes darting away from the girl’s eyes. The other demon bowed down and left quickly. Without a doubt he was going to get something or tell someone else to come and clean the scene. He was behaving just the way he was expected to, he grabbed her arm tightly and said:
“Say: I’m sorry Dr. Barrett.”
His voice came out cold and monotonous. There was a certain veiled threat in his tone; most of the people in the Asylum would have been able to pick up on that but, not this girl. She was fresh, new and didn’t know the rules. The demon doctor however, wasn’t worried he had all the time in the world to teach this one how to properly behave around him. She would be learning that pretty well, just like everyone else. He didn’t take shit from his toys.
“Well, that’s unexpected, my darling.”
He took the pen into his other hand and jabbed it out of his left bloody hand. Leaning closer to her with an eerie smile moving slowly like a cobra he handed the pen to a solicitous demon that had come closer to the scene looking thoroughly scared. Marshall did this without even his eyes darting away from the girl’s eyes. The other demon bowed down and left quickly. Without a doubt he was going to get something or tell someone else to come and clean the scene. He was behaving just the way he was expected to, he grabbed her arm tightly and said:
“Say: I’m sorry Dr. Barrett.”
His voice came out cold and monotonous. There was a certain veiled threat in his tone; most of the people in the Asylum would have been able to pick up on that but, not this girl. She was fresh, new and didn’t know the rules. The demon doctor however, wasn’t worried he had all the time in the world to teach this one how to properly behave around him. She would be learning that pretty well, just like everyone else. He didn’t take shit from his toys.
I Marshall Barrett have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: Batman
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