Post by tabin on Jul 5, 2012 1:24:33 GMT -5
TABIN MEDICI
full name tabin alec medici
nicknames tabs
type canon
gender male
age seventeen
birthday June 1
group strangers
clique transfers (canon guarantees royal position)
grade junior
sexuality straight
occupation n/a
face claim liam hemsworth
alias ciara
persona
rebellious, adventurous, daring, witty, intelligent, polite, secretive, hopeless romantic, gentleman, chivalrous, flirty, good sense of humor, athletic, brave.
life
Tabin was born on American soil to a life of plans and expectations. A list of what you can do, and the things you should never. Life as a child where life should be free, and carefree was never the case for young Tabin where mornings were filled with classes such as eating etiquette to completely destroy all and any child-like behaviors and the evenings were filled with family activities, which usually meant, the household cook had prepared a meal, and it was his mother's opportunity to quiz him on the things he should have learned that day while his father read over the files from work. His father was in a long line of lawyers, who were known for making their own marks in the United States government. His mother on the other hand had a long line of government officials, such as governors and even a supreme judge. It was the expectations of everyone, that their one and only child, Tabin would be the President of United States, when he got older that is.
Moving to Italy for his fathers job, had always been a struggle. First learning another language and leaving everything he'd known, not that at this point he had many friends, being kept inside away from all the other children, privately tutored, had always kept him from knowing the wrong kids. By the time he was starting middle school, he'd done everything his parents had ever wanted him to, and yet the unhappiness he felt was overwhelming. One thing could be absolutely certain, this life he was born into, was not the life for him. He liked being loud, doing as he wished and above all, he wanted real friends.
Private school in Italy for high school was the first and only school he'd been allowed to attend. He couldn't wait to make friends, but what he hadn't expected was, the school was a reflection of his parents, each and every single one of the kids were uptight, and walked around like zombies, knowing every answer, and never talked to one another. He'd done everything he could to get passed the ideas of what life really should be like that were dancing inside his head. After years of going about life in this way, he finally did something about it. He set a fire to the boys bathroom and was kicked out of school. His life was finally set.
With no other place to go, his parents sent him back home to live with his parents, and to clean up his act. No president of the free world would ever be known to have such a dirty record. With all attempts to put out the flame inside him, he was invited to a party, randomly while shopping at the mall, and at that very party he met Desiree Sinclair. A girl that whipped him off his feet and demanded his attention, no other person on this planet had ever treated him the way that she had. He was instantly attracted to her.
It was the first hook up he'd ever had, and he found himself desiring more of her. Nursing one of his first crushes ever, was no easy task, but he realized right away that no one just simply chased the girl of his dreams, but waited, patiently for the encounter to happen again..
roleplaying sample
It seemed so silly that he would be so heart broken over losing Kiah when Zeke hadn't had her in years, but that feeling in his chest, it seemed as real as the day he found out that he'd come back to interrupt Beckett all over his girlfriend. In his mind, Kiah and him had never broken up, no matter how long he'd been gone or how long she'd been left alone to mourn over losing him, never thinking he was coming back and there he was, appearing, a changed man. More solid than he'd ever been. A man, for once in his pathetic life, ready to stand up and make a change for himself, and what had that got him? High school popularity, as the kid that got beat up by Beckett, all the Beckett haters were his biggest fans. Now what did he have to show for the whole situation? Not Kiah, that was for sure.
He drummed his fingers along with his feet, and then he heard the press outside, yelling at some celebrity to look at them, to say anything to them, he rolled his eyes. He was so glad that he'd chose to be behind the camera, no one recognized him, it was a God given gift. He turned his head, to look at the time, a nicely placed clock, she was late, but he was refusing to leave, even if he had to wait there till the place closed down, or until he was kicked out, he was convinced it wasn't over until the fat lady sang, and he heard no such song. Turning his head, back to the door, there Kiah was, and his heart stopped, he couldn't breathe, the girl that had been giving him mini heart attacks since they day he first saw her. He swallowed hard, and scanned her from head to toe, everything seemed to be in order and that gave him a little peace, she didn't look nearly as upset as he was, the circles under his eyes, giving him away, it'd been a tough week.
As soon as she was standing in front of his table, he gave her a sheepish grin, "Hey," he mumbled, standing up and pulling her into an awkward, embrace, almost as if he was unsure as whether or not it was even okay for him to be touching her, after what he'd done and what he'd said. Giving her the blame was not a right of his, woman should always be respected and put ahead of the man in any situation, hadn't he learned that from his parents? How wrong they'd handled just about every part of their relationship? He pulled away, pulling the chair out for her, and looking into her blue eyes with his hazel ones, "Thanks for coming" he said as if unsure how to act. This was such uncommon grounds for him. He'd never had to apologize for anything he'd done before, he never felt like he'd ever done anything wrong before.. He couldn't sleep. Pushing the chair in for her, he sat back in his chair, he stared at her for a moment, a fresh wave of pain flushing over him, God he loved her so much.
other characters
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