Welcome to Dementophobia: Love Me Tenderly (DPLMT)!
From every angle a new creature walks by, sometimes strutting, fluttering, or even teleporting in the blink of an eye. A beautiful sight to see, perplexing and quite queer inevitably yet people cannot help but be drawn into the mystery of it all as they let it engulf them whole.
In this peaceful land, where of course evil lurks somewhere, crisis lingers on the down low because it does not effect a giant mass. Each happening tends to effect a group then gets told to the others who make it sound more like a rumor than a horrid truth.
Welcome to a fantasy land where the plants are still green yet not everything is perfect. Where people are more likely to talk casually with strangers but racism, sexism, etc. hides behind closed doors. The good doers attempt to make it cease only to find the sinister villians already plotting against it. A casual balance...
Then in the middle lies the neutral parties who could care less so long as they aren't involved. They rather let their lives linger on however they see it fit.
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//Character basics
Name: Westley Montgomery Age: Twenty-seven Race: Gifted. (Basically a human born with a supernatural ability. In Westley's case it's levitation and realistic illusions, one's that may have real effects on a person's body. Specifically: mind, heart and nerves system. The ability can also have an effect on him. The greatest effect would occur in his nightmares. Gifted are not psychics. Their powers are demonic based and have to be awaken by some major event. Generally dealing with the spill of blood. ) Sexuality: Occupation: Survivor They live: He lives among the forest elves. Background: In pretty much every tragic story someone had to die at some point. In Westley's tale it was both his parents. They both were killed in a gruesome murder that left Westley's mind in a bit of a twist when he was thirteen. Though his insanity took it's time to surface. After his parent's death Westley was taken into the care of his older brother Oliver and his wife Jane. They continued on giving him the care and love that his parents had once given him. Though through the years it made little difference.
At the age of eighteen he began to study law, following in his older brother's foot steps as a lawyer. The influence of the psychos he came in contact with began to draw out a darker side to Westley. He made his first kill at the age of nineteen and over time became known as a famous serial killer in his home land of London known as Mr. Mozaic. He was given the name because all his murders were revealed as a work of art. At the age of twenty-one he left behind his career in the law and became a full time artist.
Then at the age of twenty-three, four years of uncaught killings he turned himself in. Though know one could ever say exactly why. Anyways he spent only a rough three years in prison awaiting his death before he released to solve a case of another serial killer in exchange for his freedom. Little did he know that it was the same killer that killed his parents. Oh... forgot to mention that the killer was never caught.
At any rate Westley found out that the reason that his life had been spared on the night of his parent's death was because the man was setting forth his destiny. Westley was supposed to be his legacy in a way since the man could never bare his own children. This man ended up being Westley's final kill. After that he decided it was best for him to leave his home behind. Living alongside humanity brought to much of a temptation to him and nature had always been his only peace keeper. That was the last anyone ever heard of him.
//The outside
Eyes: Gray Skin Tone: Pale Peach Hair: Dark brown and short. Clothing: Best described as a London gentlemen type wear. Build: A bit frail, but does not lack to much in brawn. Height: Five foot seven Appearance: WestleyMontgomery Face Claim Number: If you are taking a picture out of face claim then put what number it is here so I can mark it taken. Credit: Photobucket.com
//The inside
Personality: Westley has a very observant nature. He is able to point out things people generally miss at times. Since he often takes the time to know a person and understand him he may often time come off as a mind reader. Though in reality he is just putting facts together, following past knowledge and the behavior of a person. Although he may sometimes come off as a bit critical he is still taking the time to understand a person though he most likely end up disagreeing with a persons actions or way of being.
Which brings us to another part of himself. He is honest for the most part and generally speaks his mind. A lot of people take him as offensive. However he could really care less and shows no real sympathy for peoples feelings. He expects the same acts to be shown to him.
Any of Westley's affection is mostly drawn toward nature and a little towards children. He'd care more for a dying flower than a dying man. It does not mean he is completely heartless when it comes to man kind. He just feels that man has more ability to care for it's self than something of nature. A kind that man generally takes advantage of as well as for granted.
He is also one to remain listening, but acts as though he isn't. He often gets board and with his ability to multi task he is able to wander while catching everything someone says. Quirks: -Clothing his eyes, placing a finger under his chin and bowing his head while he's thinking. -Talking to himself -Ignoring people Goals: -Keep his sanity -Gain as much wisdom and knowledge he can before he dies Likes: Reading -Poetry -Art -Nature -Cigars -Wine -Knowledge -Playing mind games Dislikes: -Crowds -Being put on the spot -Conversing with certain people -Fighting -Being vulnerable -Silence
//Family ties
Parents: Marie and Alan Montgomery Siblings: Oliver his older brother and Jane his sister-in-law Friends: Raynard Porter and Ellenna Gates. Pets: Aries (sparrow)
//The end
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"Well I think my butt out beats both of your butts," he said slapping his butt. Ross sat down in his chair and watched the girls chatter away. His eyes locked on one of the drawers and he sighed as he slouched into the chair. It wasn't until after Tobie came out of the dressing room did he finally perk up. He applauded with extreme gusto. "Bravo! Bravo!" He stood up and grabbed his phone. Unfortunately he had left his camera at the hotel in Hawaii last month and had put off getting a new one.
Ross snapped the photo and saved it, then watched the girls at work. He smiled weakly. All this stress was really getting to him. It felt like he hadn't gotten a good night sleep in ages. Ross fingered the folder on his desk. With any luck it be a rejection, but he knew they would no t be. It was not like he was being un-modest- he was just being logical. His clothing line- yes his clothing line- was already at the top. Of course some credit was due to the very lovely models. Even Mrs. Diva had done her part, but you can't put models in rags and expect them to blossom like roses. He still had a lot of things to think over.
He nearly choked to death when Christie suddenly burst in about the regret in his eyes and him not quiting, then Tobie went and gave him that look. All he could do was stare at both of them blankly. He couldn't figure out for the life of him how they had figure it out. Well Christie had mentioned his eyes. Maybe he should of worn sunglasses or something. Maybe he should just start wearing them. Once they both were gone he waited a while before knocking over one of the manikins with extreme force. Ross groaned as he fell back into his chair kind of spinning.
The man opened the drawer he had been looking at before and pulled out a picture of his wife and daughter. He just stared at it for a moment before setting it down. Those white dresses were the one's he had designed them for Easter. He had sewn it all by himself and it was their last Easter together. Ross put his hand at his eyes as he felt them beginning to fill. The phone rang just at that perfect moment. He picked it up at a very slow pace. "H-hello... yes this is him..." There was a long drawn out silence as Ross gazed out into space. "Um.. yes I'm still here... Thanks and yes tomorrows fine. Thank you. You too... bye..." He hung up the phone and set it on his desk. Things just kept getting better and better. Ross closed his eyes and threw his head back groaning. He brought it back and buried his face into his hands.
I'm not really sure if reborn is a very known anime. I just recently found out that I was using a character from there after using this character for a while so I thought give it a shot. If it's a problem I can try to find a new picture.
And as for the race I was a bit iffy on it, but if that's a problem too I can try to figure something else out.
Group: God/Goddess
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Joined: 29-May 08
I don't recognize it and it looks kinda like fanart to me, I suppose. I accept the picture fine being as I don't even recognize the name of the anime.
The race is fine, just not sure what to put you under. You are pretty much human but you have special abilities. You're free to post and whatnot, make your account, etc... I just won't be doing the fancy admin stuff until my cramp goes away @_@.
Aww... I just got off. Well ok. Just one more thing though... could you put under sexuality bi when you get the chance? Yet another thing my small brain skipped out on.