MONTEGO, THEODORE MICHAEL

[theodore]

THEO MONTEGO

full name Theodore Michael Montego
nicknames Theo, Teddy (only by close friends)
type original
gender male
age seventeen
birthday september eighth
group neutral
clique drifter
grade senior
sexuality heterosexual
occupation n/a
face claim luis borges
alias vanessa

persona
resourceful, possessive, witty, accepting, impatient, manipulative if necessary, individualistic, rarely angry, scatterbrained, dislikes authority, shameless flirt, food addict, haughty, impulsive, curious, adventurous

life
Theo spends most of his time doing the polar opposite of what he's told, either slacking off or trying his best. Throughout his life, he has switched between periods of wanting to do his very best and periods of skipping class and failing assignments. In his third year of school at Mancester Prep, Theo often finds himself hiding out behind a tree in the courtyard, or amongst a group of his friends.

True to his clique, Theo fits in anywhere, everywhere, and nowhere. Close friends are rare for Theodore, as he gets bored with people easily, and has a tendency to drop people with no warning. But those he truly cares about, he will defend them to the very end and not let go. Despite his flaky and impulsive nature, he rarely gets angry, and is extremely good in a crisis.

As for his childhood, it was an easy one, and he spent most of it wandering around the towns and campuses of the many boarding schools he was sent to, usually on a skateboard. Broken bones weren't uncommon for Theo, neither was trouble, but his easy smile and charisma got him out of most situations. The one person he never tires of is his eight-year-old sister, Elizabelle, and most of Theo's time at home is spent with her on his shoulders.

roleplaying sample
Theo sighed. Giving the wheels of his favorite skateboard a halfhearted spin, the the look on his face showing that he wasn't pleased with what he found. The wheels needed replacing, and soon. Since it was his only workable board right now, he had to risk the ride down to the skate shop to buy new wheels on his ailing board. The thought made him nervous, but she wasn't his favorite board for nothing. She would get him there and back without giving out, as she always had. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and the temperature was high. People were outside every day, regardless, but the nice weather made it all the more annoying to have to weave through the crowds. Kicking off, he began the short ride to his favorite skate shop. He sailed by pedestrians and little kids, nearly taking out an wandering eight-year-old with an ice cream bigger than his head. Cursing to himself, he hopped off his board and decided to walk the rest of the way. Saturdays were always crowded at the boardwalk, and the skate shop was nestled between a pizza shop and an arcade- both of which attracted large crowds at times. Tucking his board under his arm, he walked the rest of the way at a leisurely pace.

Pushing open the door to the shop, Theo gave a small sigh of relief. The shop only had a few people in it, one of which he was familiar with, and the blasting air conditioner was welcome after the awful heat. Theo preferred fall to all the other seasons, even though the leaves got stuck in his wheels. It was a cool and beautiful season, and Theo had a unusually large collection of sweaters. He didn't make a career of skating, nor did he know any fancy tricks, but it was an easy way to get around and didn't require a whole lot of maintenance. The case in front of him was full of wheels of all sorts of shapes and sizes, from a soft pink to ridiculous ones with glitter and flames. Theo crouched down, his eyes passing over the gaudy wheels and settling on the simple, muted colors. He decided on a pale blue, and asked the friendly guy behind the counter to wrap them up for him. This guy was new, and he fumbled a bit as he unlocked the case. Theo paid for the wheels and sauntered out of the store, shooting a smile at a cute girl walking past him into the shop.

The rumble of Theo's stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten since a strawberry toaster strudel earlier that day, and being a teenage boy, he thought that ice cream would be the best. Two stores down sat Sweet Treats, an ice cream shop famous for its delicious soft serve and cute girls behind the counter. The line was long, but he was hungry with a hell of a sweet tooth, so he shifted his bag to the other hand and settled at the end of the line to wait.