Pickles
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Art
Dec 9, 2008 21:59:46 GMT -5
Post by Pickles on Dec 9, 2008 21:59:46 GMT -5
I've been all around the world;
My name is Pickles. I've role played for four years, give or take. My comments are: Nice site. I've been looking for a good Death Note RP.
I've been a new sensation;
I was named Atticus Radborne Tipheret. But you can call me Art, or just A. I was born on September third. And I am 16 years old. I've been known to be eccentric. But I am still the first.
but it doesn't really matter in this generation;
Image (Please disregard the cat ears and tail)
Art has a somewhat normal overall build for a boy his age. He stands at the average height of five feet eight inches. Not a force to be reckoned with, he has very little muscle and is painfully skinny with a weight of 113 lbs. People aren't exactly chasing after him for his looks, but he's got a rather well shaped, boyish face, so you could consider him a cute kid. Located on the top of his head is an unruly mop of ash gray hair. His eyes are a icy blue color, some have described them as being 'dead', because of his consistent lack of an expression. He is also quite pale, being Irish born and bred. Needless to say he doesn't tan well. The subject of this particular application wears a set outfit, never deviating from it. It consists of blue boxer shorts on the basic level, closely followed by semi-new black denim jeans. He wears worn white sneakers on his feet, with lime green socks. Covering his torso is an orange tee-shirt, it remains unseen because of the dark blue hoodie sweatshirt he always wears over it. A plain black beanie cap is usually jammed over his head, making only the hair on the back of his neck and the tips of his bangs visible.
the sophomore slump is an uphill battle;
Art is defined by his extraordinary mind, it is by far his most valuable asset and what shaped his personality, which I will attempt to explain to you, the reader. He is a deviant, an eccentric, a true anthropomorphic tabulator. Too often are his motives misunderstood, and himself mis characterized as unbecoming, rude, and at times just plain freakish. As a rule, Art does not introduce himself unless asked to, and he does not ask or demand the names of others. He ignores common social etiquette and conventions, finding them tiring and useless, and follows no one's rules but his own. People tolerate his spleen, though, if only for his extraordinary competence. He's got some pretty rare and useful talents, which I will explain to the best of my ability. First are heightened powers of observation, augmented by his eidetic memory. In simplest terms, Art could commit of page of text to memory with a single glance. Due to his strange, unmotivated mentality and lack of real interest regarding much of anything except for mathematics, many people see him as a lazy incompetent and have nothing but contempt for him.
This boy is far from being cold and unapproachable. He is not afraid to socialize. However his social skills are abysmal, and his attempts to reach out to people awkward and poorly executed. He is quite blunt and will tell you what he thinks to your face. Doing otherwise would be indicative of a cowardly nature, or so he says. When it comes to business Art is aloof, unbiased, and often fails to pay attention if the current issue doesn't interest him. He hates people who can't control themselves and are subject to fits of righteousness, as well as any action that lacks sufficient reason to be logical. Art acts and thinks with pure logic, disregarding ethics, morals, and social taboo. You would very rarely see him act on emotion or impulse.
Art is very, very unsure of his sexuality. He has absolutely no experience in wooing either gender, and hasn't been in anything close to a romantic or intimate relationship with another person. His particular brand of attraction is based not on appearance, age, or even gender. He's physically aroused by someone who stimulates his mind, to put it simply. Take this into account with his generally docile and innocent nature, you might think he would be the submissive partner, but he can be quite dominating. As long as he can ponder mathematics, eat pickles, and succeed L, Art is free of desire. However if he sees something, or someone, he wants, there is very little anyone could do that would stop him from taking it, or them, for his own. He finds wanton murder and violence distasteful, although he is more than willing to make sacrifices if necessary, and looks down on anyone that enjoys inflicting pain and death or actively seeks to achieve something as stupid and pointless as revenge. Art's favorite food is pickles and he enjoys orchestra and piano music. He secretly fears inheriting his mother's schizophrenia.
and someone said that ain't my scene;
Art was born on March 14 at 1:59:26 p.m. in Kilkenny, Ireland as the only child of Anni and Fritz Tipheret. She had been a political cartoonist and journalist months ago. However, Anni was fired due to her psychological instability. Art's mother was diagnosed with schizophrenia only months before, but stubbornly refused to seek help. Instead of attempting to further pursue her career, she decided to stay home in order to raise her newly born son. Fritz was a successful lawyer and could easily support the family on his own, since people in that particular profession tend to merit very large salaries. Things went well and, for a time, it was good. It was apparent from the beginning Art had a considerable intellect. He possessed a vocabulary of five hundred words at the age of one, five years later the boy painted a near perfect reproduction of the Mona Lisa. Since neither public nor private schools could cater to his needs, Art was home schooled as he grew older, learning exclusively from books or private tutors. Occasionally, his mother would read poetry and stories to him. These were the best times in his life.
He continued to excel in his studies, practically devouring any available information in the texts he read. A number of diplomas came into his possession in these years, the most notable being his Juris Doctorate at the age of 11. It was at this time Fritz was killed in a car accident. Art was indifferent, he barely knew his father, who was obsessed with his work, but Anni was distraught. She couldn't make decisions on legal issues, as she was far from sound of mind, so she asked her brother to help, and he did. Help her. Finances were set to revolve around funding her unwilling residence in a mental institution, but he cared little about her son, and despite being the only viable candidate in their family to care for Art, he refused.
There was nothing left for Art and as such he was supposed to be sent to a foster home. Repulsed by this idea, he instead ran away and chose to live on the streets. Several months later, an agent of Wammy's House witnessed him write out the first five thousand digits of pi from memory, scraping out the numbers on the side of a building with a stone, no less! Art was on a plan to England not a day later, You might think this unfortunate turn of events would depress him. On the contrary, he continues to indulge in his studies and conduct business in law, science, and investigation around the world to this very day, using a wide variety of false backgrounds and aliases. His name has been legally changed to Art, and his former identity erased from all official and unofficial records. Armed with this veil of secrecy, he turned his attention to the great L, carefully following up on every solved case and studying them thoroughly, but to this day he has yet to profile L, or even meet him in person. Being the first Wammy Orphan, Art had to, no, was destined to succeed him. His honor depended on this fact. If he failed, he would be nothing, his life would be for nothing, he would be better off not even existing.
'cause they need a new song;
In Death Note canon, Art is the first orphan to be taken in and trained to be a potential successor for L, but in the future will commit suicide, driven to insanity by mental illness and enormous pressure to succeed L. He absolutely adores pickled cucumbers, regardless of the shape or size they come in, and has a preference toward sour and spicy food. When he needs to concentrate, he will adopt the lotus position, a cross-legged sitting posture. It helps him calm his mind, fostering more efficient thinking processes. He has a habit of speaking non-english phrases at the beginning of his sentences. If he isn't allowed to fidget, Art becomes extremely uncomfortable and his train of thought practically derails. He always has to have something for his hands to do, whether it be biting his fingernails, messing with his hair, or just playing with small objects such as pen caps or batteries.
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Art
Dec 10, 2008 6:02:41 GMT -5
Post by cottonball on Dec 10, 2008 6:02:41 GMT -5
accepted locked and moved.
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