Post by Silver Briell Tyde on Apr 15, 2013 9:19:20 GMT
Silver Briell Tyde
Hey, my name is... Silver Briell Tyde
But most call me... Silver or Briell
If you want to, you can label me... bisexual
I've been on this earth for... 154
Which means I was born... on the 10th of March
I was bitten... when I was 19
I'm a... teacher
And only a... History Teacher
My eyes are... Coal Black
And my hair is... Dark Brown
One could say... a nose ring and tattoos on my arms, 5'12'' in height, not so toned yet presentable muscular arms, stomach, and legs.
I'm normally seen wearing... jeans, shirts, and jackets
And I supposedly look like... David Schmitt
All round, I'm... Talkative, an extrovert, Aggressive, verbal, Sociable, bold, Assertive, social, Unrestrained, and downright confident. However, there are those who say that I am cold, unsympathetic, unkind, rude, a bit harsh, inconsiderate, insensitive, and insincer. As if I even care. I am me and no one can tell me how to be me! However crazy and rude I can be, when it comes down to my friends and the ones I care for I can be sympathetic, kind, warm, understanding, soft-hearted, helpful, considerate, cooperative, trustful, and affectionate when I want too.
I'm in love with... TALKING, my close friends, drinking, annoying people and sight seeing
Though I detest... those who can't understand my jokes, who get angry for no reason, running out of drinks, being bored, and being underestimated.
But my best assets are... my bubbly personality and my ability to befriend just about anyone
However my worst... *sigh* is my impatience and my lust to snap the neck of whoever pisses me off.
And I dream of... sharing what I have learned to kids since I had to learn everything on my own. I don’t the kids to be alone when it comes to learning new things.
My life story... started when i was born human. I was the eldest son and I had two younger brothers and two younger sisters.
I was born in the wonderful city London, England. Well, wonderful when it wasn't polluted with people then. My father was the head chief of one of the mines in the area and my mother worked in the payroll department. They held different shifts so that at different times I was raised by both my father and my mother.
My father had served his whole life to the mining company he and my mother worked for yet he had always found the time of day to train me with the way of the sword. I have many fine memories of afternoons spent with my father practicing sparring--I never could beat him! (I could, however, beat my younger brothers and sisters, and I gained even more experience playing with them.)
My mother knew a few healing potions which came in useful when we kids hurt ourselves in our games. She tried to teach us to read and write, but only my sisters took an interest.
At the young age of 19, while on a picnic with my family, I found a cave and began exploring. I soon was lost in the darkness and I was certain that every sound was a rough animal or something dark was out to get me. I spent a few hours crying in the darkness before I was discovered and ever since I have had a great fear of caves and extreme darkness even though I know my fears are unfounded.
It was there that I was bitten by something I never thought existed, a vampire. He was the most beautiful yet frightening creature I had ever faced. He was able to grabbed me before I could even run or scream for help. He had taken hold of me and sank his teeth in my neck. It was painful yet after what seemed like forever, he had released me and I thought he was going to leave me in the cave to die. But he didn't.
He turned me into a vampire as well. The last thing I can remember was him telling me that "I didn't want to have bite you... yet you were at the wrong place at the wrong time as well.... Sorry." then he vanished. I was never able to see him again though. Never got him name either.
My father died permanently when I was 19, after they had found me in the cave. It was a very traumatic experience for all of my family. He had a terrible disease, and the healers’ could do nothing for him. I cried myself to sleep every night as he lay in bed in pain as the disease took over his body. Finally, I could take no more, and I kissed his forehead and snapped his neck instantly. I finally put him out of his misery. I have never told anyone of this and I feel very guilty about it. I made a vow to myself that I would never kill again, and that any enemy I would ever encounter would be captured if at all possible, and if dying would be first-aided. I want to think that I am kind that way.
Then I soon left everyone, saying that I needed to live on my own means. I never told them the truth of what had happened to me in the cave. And I made sure none of my siblings ever got harm. I kept watch near by. Protecting them until they were all old enough to protect themselves. And ever since I had leave them, I had never seen them again.
I was born to... Leona and Philip Tyde
Not to mention... my pure black cat named Artemis
My ooc name is... Sophie[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... nearly 4 years, give and take
The Secret Word is... PASSWORD ACCEPTED
Here's a little sample...Michael knew that it was alright to let Jasper see him smile once in a while. Hearing his brother's answers and pleading for the honey was just too amusing to not give in. Michael smiled and ruffled Jasper's hair, "Why don't you grab three more jars of honey then. I'm sure everyone would like to have their share of honey as well. We all do enjoy your hot chocolate when you make it. Everyone will surely enjoy the honey as well." he said, sounding so unlike the usual Michael Anthony Mulhern. Yet Michael was trying his best to get along with his brother. He didn't hate Jasper. No. He loved his brother. His other siblings as well. He just doesn't know how to show it when he needs too. But he was trying none the less. And that's what really counts. That's what their mum told him and he was going to keep trying. If you can't trust family, then who can you trust; right?
Michael still had his small smile on his face for Jasper to see. He wondered what his brother was thinking that very moment. It wasn't everyday that Michael would be so kind and smiley at them. But he didn't really care. He was making progress. Yes, he definitely indeed was. "Come on, we need to do one more stop then we can head home. I'm sure this honey will go well with pancakes for breakfast tomorrow. What do you think, Jas? Pancakes with honey on top tomorrow." he asked his brother. It was already making Michael mentally drool at the thought of fresh hot pancakes topped with honey and a cup of hot chocolate to jump start the day instead of his usual cup of coffee. There was nothing wrong with a little variation once in a while. It was a good change. And Michael knew it.
