Post by rupert george wilfred gibbard on Apr 28, 2013 19:02:06 GMT
rupert george wilfred gibbard
Hey, my name is... Rupert George Wilfred Gibbard
But most call me... Roo
If you want to, you can label me... I don't really know?
I've been on this earth for... thirty years
Which means I was born... 9th April
I'm a... local
And only a... freelance painter
I have power over... lightning
My eyes are... hazel/brown
And my hair is... jet black
One could say... that maybe there's something about my appearance the people don't like 'cause there aren't many people that'll look at me for long. That's good though. I don't want them to look at me, nor do I wanna look at them. If anyone ever questions my appearance, it's usually to ask about my many scars but I never answer. Anyone asking that must be one of Torsten's spies, mustn't they? Who else would want to know about me? Nobody should be interested, I don't want them to be. The point is... I don't care what I look like, there are more important things for me to worry about.
I'm normally seen wearing... whatever I can get my hands on, which is never what you'd probably call 'appealing'.
And I supposedly look like... Gerard Way
All round, I'm... different. I don't like people, I can't trust them. Especially the doctors, they're the worst. People lie. People hurt you. I stay away. That's why I paint because then I don't need to be with anyone but myself. Sometimes I'm forced to leave the house when I need food, painting supplies or to sell my work but that doesn't make me feel good at all. There's been a few times where I've gotten ill because I haven't gone out but that isn't a frequent occurrence. Torsten's out there with all his friends, I know he is. I haven't seen him in years though, he has to be waiting for the right time strike. Other than that, I like to paint, if you couldn't tell.
I'm in love with... painting, hugs from my brother, sunsets, spiders and art in general
Though I detest... Torsten, people, doctors, going outside and questions
But my best assets are... my imagination, 'cause I can use that to keep myself busy for hours but it also keeps me awake so it isn't all that good. And my brother, I don't think I'd still be here if it wasn't for him.
However my worst... is that I get easily upset and when I start crying it sometimes gets very bad and I can't stop myself. I've also been told that I'm really naive for a guy my age. What the hell do they expect? I've spent most of my life trying to deal with Torsten, I'm sorry if I haven't learnt all the ways of the world yet.
And I dream of... disposing of Torsten Volk.
My life story... I was born into a family of boreai, right down in the south of England. I lived with my parents and my younger brother, Arthur. I've always been shy so I was an easy target for bullying at school. I won't recount all of the awful things they did to me but I stood up for myself one day and electrocuted them. I didn't want to, I'd never purposely hurt anyone but... when I was fourteen, it had reached the point that I either had to try to put a stop to this myself or take my life because it wasn't worth living. It was one big mess. The only person I could ever talk to was Arthur. Everyone else never liked me. I wasn't normal or interesting or popular or pretty or clever or anything.
I never got the blame for the deaths of those bullies. My parents cared about their reputation enough to make it look like an accident involving some electrical stuff, I don't know. But after I killed them, things didn't get better. Torsten showed up, I think he's a very distant family member. I thought he was an alright guy at first, he told me helpful things like how I'd done the right that and that you couldn't trust people because if you did then they'd always end up stabbing you in the back eventually. I believe his advice with genuine, even to this day. However, months went by and, although I was living my life how he told me to, he took a more aggressive approach to his 'teachings'.
Once I told him that he should give me some privacy because he was forever barging into my room, often while I was trying to sleep or had awoken in the middle of the night. He tried to cut my tongue out but only left me with several deep gashes across my cheek and neck instead. He wouldn't leave me be. I've been injured by him countless times. I guess tortured would be more accurate, actually. Sometimes other people would get hurt. It's... it's difficult to think about. It makes my head feel funny.
My parents were concerned, they made me see doctors but I didn't want to. Because I despised the medical practitioners so much, Arthur and I ran away together just after my seventeenth birthday. Torsten found us a few times and was worse than usual. I don't think he was happy that we'd run away.
Our first permanent stop was Northvale when I was twenty-six. Before that, we'd stay in different places for a year at the most at each stop. It gave us a chance to pick up more money from jobs or painting and things. I haven't seen Torsten in Northvale at all and hopefully I never will. Things are difficult enough as it is but I'm pretty sure we're going to stay here forever even if Torsten finds me. This is the best place I've stayed in.
((Yes, Torsten is a hallucination and Roo is schizophrenic but doesn't know anything. *throws up tears*))
I was born to... Helena and Jonathan Gibbard
And also live with... Arthur Gibbard
My ooc name is... Connie[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... a year and a half
The Secret Word is... PASSWORD ACCEPTED
