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Post by tsumiwrath on Nov 18, 2010 7:49:43 GMT -5
 TSUMI WRATH HOLLINS
Name: Tsumi Wrath Hollins
Nicknames: Synn
Age: Seventeen
Date of Birth: December first
Grade: Junior in Emmerson Academy High School
Program: Arts
Orientation: Pansexual
Nationality: Caucasian//Australian
Home Town: Sydney, Australia
Play by: Sam Koster
--- COLD Upon a first appearance, Tsumi can seem very distant. He won't smile at you, won't allow a single amount of light flicker in his icey blue eyes. The very soul of this boy has been so trampled that his distant nature is an effect. Depending on the person, he'll either completely ignore you, or he'll cuss at you. Ignoring you means he's having a good day, in which case, one should probably leave him alone. If he's cussing, it means he's having one of his depressed days, and in that case, you should still leave. This young kid isn't someone you'd really want to bother with if you want someone to trust you.
--- CLUMSY Clumsy? you ask. How could this cold-natured boy who is so amazing at drawing and playing his guitar be clumsy? Well, he's still a kid, and he wasn't ever allowed to just be a kid. Therefore, Tsumi does have lapses in between his cold exterior where he may stumble over words, blush, or literally stumble. Those who tend to be touchy-feely - for instance, people who enjoy hugging everyone - are more likely to get past the coldness and see this small amount of emotion. Obviously, he doesn't particularly like this part of himself. Nope. Little Synn would much rather people only see the cold side of himself.
--- BIPOLAR Yes, it's a personalty disorder. Therefore, this is a huge part of Tsumi's personality. Just as the definition of Bipolar Disorder will tell you, this kid gets angry fairly easily. He can go from being perfectly fine, to completely snapping from something simple. At the same time, he can easily go into a manic depression, where not a single thing anyone says can possibly help him for the day, sometimes two. So far, three days is the maximum he's been in a depressed state. And still just as easily, Tsumi can put on a smile. Though a smile is a rare occasion, kept only for those who have broken down his wall of protection.
LIKES: Tsumi enjoys mostly simple things are easy to understand. He aso likes animals, mostly dogs. A few of his favorite things are drawing, playing guitar, and singing. A skateboard of his is rarely used, though it is something he enjoys doing as well. As all pansexual people, Tsumi likes men, women, and everything in between. His favorite drinks are Dr. Pepper and Pibb Xtra, while he loves to eat chicken and pizza.
DISLIKES: At the top of this list, people. Oh, how he despises people. Our friend here also hates getting embarrassed, and along with that, showing emotion. Going along still with people, he cannot stand anyone who abuses animals. An activist? Not really. In fact, another thing he dislikes is PETA. Something to pile onto this list, he doesn't like having to concetrate on certain things or think too much, unless it's something he actually wants to do. Which obviously means Tsumi here does not like authority, meaning he does not like being told what to do. Strangely enough, surprises aren't a favorite, either. He likes to have things planned out, so surprises are pretty irritating. And he most certainly does not like being irritated or depressed.
 You could hear the loud screams from across the country as two, beautiful babies were born, both screaming with perfect lungs, amazing heart beats, and completley healthy. One was a boy, the other a girl. They were the result of Joshua and Amy Grant, a young Australian couple who decided on a shot gun wedding. Amy was only sixteen, while Joshua was nearly nineteen. It was pretty much "Marry her or we'll sue" with Amy's parents. They didn't know they were having twins, though. It was uncommon, but somehow, Tsumi had gone unnoticed in the womb.
Joshua and Amy both loved the Japanese culture and the language, and their children were named Japanese names. They didn't want a boy. In fact, Amy almost cried in frustration when they first brought the second-born child, a boy. She practically through him back at the doctor and waited impatiently for her first-born, a girl they named Takara, meaning "treasure." The doctors asked the couple many times for a name for their baby boy, but many times they recieved none.
Eventually, Joshua called his son a sin. Which brought on the name of Tsumi. And just for the hell of it, they added Wrath. His name was now Tsumi Wrath, according to the birth cirtificate. Nobody really wanted to see Amy and Joshua leave with the girl, but they were powerless. Now, their focus was on the little blue-eyed boy with the terrible name that soon became his life.
Tsumi Wrath grew up in the orphanage, with many kids to dance and play with, to laugh with, to say goodbye to when they found their homes. Tsumi was happy. He loved it. All the kids. And his naive outlook on life suited him for the time being.
Until he got adopted the first time. They were an okay couple, nothing to particularly brag about on paper. They didn't seem bad. The woman, Elenor, and the man, Kalob, had a daughter name Janine. Elenor wanted a son, though she was obviously happy with her daughter. Tsumi was only a year older than Jenine - he was five at this time. He and Jenine soon became cose, best friends you could say. They did everything together. Played video games, played with their stuffed animals. They were even in the same kindergarden class together.
But there was something they didn't do together, something that even now Tsumi refuses to allow anyone to know about. He doesn't like thinking about it, because it makes him feel weak. It started off like this.
Jenine's grandpa - oh, wait, I'm supposed to call him Papa Miller - walked out of his room at the same time I did. Jenine was sleeping. I was up because I was hungry. We bumped into each other in the skinny hallway.
"Tsu Tsu, what are you doing awake?" Papa Miller asked, using his usual nickname for me.
I gave him my biggest, most brilliant smile. "I wa hungry, Papa Miller. Ele- um, I mean Mommy said could get a snack if I got hungry at night." I told him.
Papa Miller laughed quietly, his tanned face a wide grin, showing me white teeth. "Well, I was kind of lonely. I was gonna watch a movie. How about you get some food and then come lay down with me?" Papa suggested.
At the time, it seemed so innocent. A simple request. I realize now I was wrong.
But I smiled, my chubby, innocent face beaming. "Yes, sir!" I giggling, running quietly on small feet to the kitchen. I got four cookies, two for me and two for Papa Miller. I poured us both glasses of milk and scampered out of the kitchen, careful not to spill. Kalob hated messes. He would slap me with his knuckles everytime I made a mess, so I was careful. I learned to be careful when I had a black eye at school, and they got really worried. Kalob had told me before not to tell anyone, so I lied.
I got really good at lying.
Anyway, I went into Papa Miller's room. We watched a movie that he told me I shouldn't be watching, but he was gonna let me anyway. My pajama pants felt really funny, and so did my no-no place. When I asked Papa Miller about it, he said his was, too. He told me to touch his no-no place, which made me giggle, but I said no because I was shy.
He asked if I could touch mine, and even though I was shy, I laid back and let him.
I did that for the next to years, let Papa Miller touch me like that. Some days I asked. I never told anyone. He told me not to. And I was a good boy.
Two years of living with this family, - he was seven now - Tsumi had to be taken back. No one ever found out about his Papa Miller, but he was put back in the orphanage because it was found out that Elenor was heavy on Meth and drinking, and Kalob was abusive. Jenine was given to her relatives, but they wouldn't take Tsumi, since he wasn't blood.
At eight, Tsumi was again adopted, this time to a gay couple who wanted children. They said they chose Tsumi because of his happy outlook, and because he was always smiling. The two were named Philip and Tyler. Philip liked to dress in feminine clothing, and he would sometimes bring Tsumi in to dress like a girl. He hated dressing like a girl. Otherwise, he loved Philip and Tyler.
He especially loved the parties they liked to throw. The whole she-bang. Date-rape drugs, plenty of weed, x, everything. Tsumi hated the alcohol, though. It changed Tyler. It made him angry. Tsumi didn't blame him. When he tasted it, it was disgusting. It would make him angry, too, if he was always drinking it.
"Daddy Tyler..." I whimpered. My second family, Philip and Tyler, were throwing another party. Someone had given me this weird white powder and they told me to smoke it, so I did, and then they put a needle in my arm and injected this weird liquid. And now I felt sick and light-headed. I felt like I was dying.
Tyler picked me up and threw me back on the ground, where I yelped, my head hitting the hard-wood floor painfully. "Shut the hell up, damn it! I'm not your goddamn dad. You ugly piece of shit! You didn't come from these balls. My kid would be a hell of a lot better-looking than you!" Tyler yelled at me, then spat in my face.
No one helped me. In fact, most of them laughed and then proceded to kick me in my ribs. They didn't have to worry about getting in trouble with the school. I was homeschooled.
Smart fucking bastards.
Living with them changed me. I noticed that I was slowly becoming different. When I went out, I wasn't friendly anymore. I was mean. Sometimes, I got so angry that I would do the same thing to people as Tyler did to me. Call them worthless and kick them.
Around ten, I stole a guitar. It was easy to steal. I taught myself how to play, and I realized that I could escape in the sounds. I also started drawing, and I got really good.
Tyler got really drunk one day, and broke my guitar, then burned all my drawings. I think I was eleven. I was crying as he burned everything. They were special.
That night, I found another way to lose myself and feel free.
Pain. I could lose myself in watching the blood run into the drain of the shower. The hot water stung my open wounds, and I would cry. But it felt so good. Seeing that blood drip down my arm. Imagining my worries running along with it. It continued like that for four more years, me getting beaten and bruised, and then slicing up my arms.
The day of my fourteenth birthday, I got the best gift ever. Note the sarcasm.
Philip decided Tyler's sex wasn't good enough, and he took my innocence. Hah. Not that I could say I was innocent anymore, of course. It was another strange thing. It hurt, but it hurt good.
So I thought I was gay. Well, I realized I liked girls, too, because I soon had a girlfriend that I liked a lot. We never did anything except kiss. Maybe that's why she cheated on me after only a month or two.
When I told Philip and Tyler I got dumped, Tyler shugged it off. Philip took me into my room and 'comforted' me. And it was like that for another year. Philip 'comforted' me. He never did say anything about those nasty scars on my arms.
A little before Tsumi's fifteenth birthday, it was found out that Tyler and Philip hosted parties with drugs. Other than that, they knew nothing of what went on. Their only hint was that suddenly, their adorable little Sunshine, was now their evil little Sinner.
Quite literally. He lost all faith in God, and turned to Satan. According the Bible, he was gonna go to Hell anyway for fucking men. Why not go ahead and go all the way? A little after Tsumi's fifteenth birthday, he was adopted by Jenkins and Holly Hollins. They were a spontaneous couple, and even Tsumi found he couldn't give them death glares all the time, because he was too busy trying to figue them out.
They tried to send him to different correctional facilities, though none worked. He was sixteen when he was sent to New York, where he met Edmund, the only man to have stolen Tsumi's heart.
Bastard got drunk and cheated on Tsumi with some cross-dressing freak, and that sealed the deal. Tsumi's trust was lost in people. Even his saviors, Holly and Jay, who are kinder to him than anyone could possibly dream. So kind, in fact, that Jay offered to send his strange adopted son to a school for people with talents such as his own - artistic talents. Of course, Tsumi took up the offer. Jay pays for over-priced tuition with a lot of the money he gets from film directing, along with money and items his father and mother left him in their wills when they passed away.
 (Different Sit, Same Character)
Hypnotizing blue eyes gazed at the television screen, boredom clear in the way his eyes were hazed over, in the way his hand was holding his chin. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on in the game - he never was much of a sporty guy - but people cheered every now and then, their loud, drunken yells slamming into the boy's dirty blonde hair. The remains of his previous black color were still pretty obvious, though, for the most part, gone. His hazy eyes shifted to the skimpy-clothed girls. Any other man would have taken them to bed. Tsumi found them disgusting. Not that he didn't like girls, of course. He just didn't like slutty girls. And though he'd be the last one to admit it, he preferred men.
A sigh parted the boy's pale pink lips, and his eyes were again searching the room. He wondered why he even bothered to come here. It wasn't as though he drank anything. He didn't watch games. Nothing. Nada. He hardly even enjoyed the company of the people who were often times found here, especially the fat old men who sometimes hit on him becuase of his girlish features - not that he looked so girlish anymore, of course. Thanks to puberty. So why exactly was he here, then? Again, there wasn't anyone to meet.
His deep blue eyes shifted to a brown-haired boy, sitting alone. Tsumi wasn't exactly a social butterfly. The opposite, actually. He was more like... socially retarded. He didn't know how to talk to people. Maybe he came here in hopes someone would talk to him. Still, the kid looked kind of lonely. Of course so did Tsumi. Then again, he did sometimes have people talk to him. Old drunken men, slutty, half-passed out girls... He lowered his head slightly, admittedly ashamed of the people he seemed to attract. Always the bad ones. Why couldn't he snag one of the sweet ones? His eyes again shifted to the boy, in his mind analyzing him. Probably not a "good one" but still cute. Tsumi felt his face get pink and he quickly looked away.
 Hi, I'm SYLLVIE and I'm SEVENTEEN years old. I'm ABSOLUTELY AWESOMENESS!. This is my FIRST application. I found NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE from PROBOARDS SUPPORT.
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Post by - NIKKI on Nov 18, 2010 9:45:47 GMT -5
- Your image was removed due to stretching, please read the application more carefully
- Spelling the word ‘sin’ incorrectly isn’t exactly a valid nick name
- ‘Yes, it's a personalty disorder. Therefore, this is a huge part of Tsumi's personality.’ No. Just no. It’s a disorder that affects his behaviour. That’s what ‘personality disorders’ are, they aren’t traits of your personality. Many people even feel that the way depression makes them act is not their true self, further, you don’t seem to grasp what bipolar is, and that manic depression is just another name for it. Or the usual behaviours associated with manic depression. It’s intense highs and lows, and generally they last for weeks at a time. A person with bipolar is generally a very extroverted person during the intense highs. I’d suggest researching mood disorders and various forms of depression to choose one that actually suits your needs, further more, i’d give him three actual personality traits and describe how the depression sits into those. For example, instead of someone using schizophrenic, they could use ‘paranoid’. I’m sorry if I sound harsh, but I know a great deal about depression, and if you are going to use it, like anything, you need to use it right.
- A simple list of likes and dislikes would have sufficed.
- Amy Grant is actually a recording artist, you may consider changing that
- The legal age for marriage in Australia is sixteen
- I don’t accept the premise in which he was named and left at the hospital. For one, the staff simply WOULD NOT have let her leave her baby there, she’d have to have taken him, then dumped him. Second, I know actual women who wanted a boy/girl but got the other gender. It’s upsetting, yes, but only a truly cold, messed up woman rejects her baby /purely/ on gender. Women give up their babies for a lot of reasons, and it’s never a light decision. Any woman who’s given up a baby would find the way Amy so casually gives up her son because he’s a boy rather offensive. It’s also not a realistic reason to name him ‘sin’
- There are no orphanages in Australia. None. What-so-ever. There are group homes, but a baby would either go to family, or into foster care.
- You spell Janine’s name differently twice, please pick a spelling
- I can’t even read the next part of your history, because it disturbs me. For one, I strongly dislike when people use molestation in histories, but two, did you REALLY need to write it all out so graphically?
- The screening process for adoption is so unbelievably hard, there is a very slim chance he’d be given to a family who hit him, let alone be allowed stay there after showing up to school with a black eye. Did you know teachers ate legally bound to report that?
- Again, there is like, no way he would have even been given to an abusive father and a meth addicted mother. Why would people like that even go through the very long process to adopt?
- Again, and this isn’t me having a go at cross dressers since I’m personally not against them, I just don’t see a cross-dresser passing a screening process for adoption.
- WHY why WHY would two gay guys who loved weed and parties adopt a child? You think about children after you grow up out of date rape drugs. Again. The screening process is so so SO hard to get past, they just would not have been allowed!
- Honestly, besides being unrealistic and over-dramatic, the flashbacks could be told in a short few sentences
- More rape and molestation. Charming. Really....
I just cannot accept this character. I’m sorry, but there is way too much wrong with the history. Honestly, in the roleplay world, it is completely unrealistic and over-dramatic. If you are going to have a dramatic event, you need to at least pull it off and you haven’t. I’m not trying to be mean, but seriously? Parts of your application were so confronting and graphic that I feel sick to my stomach. Re-think the history, research depression, and tone down the dramatics and come back to me. You know, I've had depression, and it actually doesn't take all that junk to cause it...
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