Post by Anty on Jul 18, 2010 7:03:14 GMT -5
Behind the Mask
Your Name: Anty
Experience: 1-2
Other Characters: Anthony Wade Sanderson, Scar
How did you find us? Hatty
Code Word: CunningWolf
Tell me who you are
Picture:
Face Claim: Oliver Sykes
Name: Pierce Sanderson
Age: 19
Height: 5'9"
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Status: Undecided
What's your cover?
Appearance: Pierce has naturally black hair that is usually spiked. His face has a playful snarl on it, and if not, he has a mischievous grin plastered across his face. His eyes are a haunting green that's always surrounded by heavy guyliner. He has an ordinary nose and below that ordinary lips. On his chin is a small goatee. Naturally black, of course. Overall, he has well defined muscles. In public he wears dark t-shirts and jeans. Nothing special. But when he's at home, he usually walks around in his boxers, showing off the tats that cover his body. Sanderson has many tattoos; one of which, reads "Here Lies Pierce Sanderson" and at the bottom of the scroll, "Born With Nothing, Die With Everything". Another one at the top of his chest that says BORN TO ROCK." His neck bears the Chinese character for "love". He also has tattoos on both of his hands. His right hand says "love", and his left hand says "hate". He also has a star tattoo on the outer corner of his right eye.
Personality: Pierce is, in a way, both stupid and yet a genius at the same time. In other words, he's what some call "street smart". In his own opinion, it's better to know how to survive than to know how to do advanced math. He can't do advanced math, or much else past the fifth grade level. Especially reading. Pierce always gets his way, no matter if its getting out of reading that book for homework or getting away with cheating on his girlfriend. Maybe it's the dangerous look he can give the one who tells him otherwise, or maybe it's the clever excuses. He won in every argument he ever got into, even if he had no idea what he was talking about, he could lie about whatever they were debating about. He could, and would, lie about anything.
Pierce is protective and has the skills to match it. He would fight to the death for someone. If he truly loved them. But that hasn't been problem because he doesn't think most people even deserve to live, much less be saved. He was built to fight, but he doesn't too often because most people are afraid of him. He has quite a temper, too. When you get him started it's hard to smooth his feathers. One word that comes to mind when describing his personality is rebellious. He wouldn't be who he was if he wasn't a rebel. It's not surprising that he's social. People like other people who can protect them if need be, and Pierce was just that. Not to mention they never felt that his lack of knowledge was a threat, but perhaps they liked him because he was such a smooth-talker.
Tell me where you've been
History: Pierce's life was going to be perfect. His dad was lawyer and his mom was a stay-at-home mom. They were a very wealthy family. Pierce was going to go to the best private school. He was going to become his father. That was how things were supposed to happen. But of course, they didn't. When he was six months old, his mother and father died in a plane crash. Pierce was alone in the world. And strangely enough, he had no living relatives. They didn't waste any time, sending him off to an orphanage, because everyone loves cute little babies. Until they get older, when they become monsters. He was adopted within a week. His new parents were an old married couple who already had an adopted son named Anthony Wade Sanderson. But they never told Pierce that he was adopted. He adopted there last name and became Pierce Sanderson, that way no questions were asked about their different last names. Their secret was safe, for now. When Pierce started kindergarten they found out he was dyslexic. The words seemed to float off the page. But he was a rebel and he practiced reading for hours at a time, but to no avail. It never made sense. Numbers were no good either. Pierce failed almost every test. He was moved to remedial classes.
Pierce looked up to his brother. He was his role model. His hero. He loved his brother more than anyone in the world, and if it came down to it, he would die saving Anthony. One day while they were talking by themselves, the secret slipped. "I hate those stupid rich people who think they're better than us!" five-year old Pierce said. Anthony was sixteen at the time, and he already had a cigarette in his hand. "Oh, is that how you really feel?" Anthony asked him. "Yeah! Why would I like them?" Pierce squeaked. "Because I have a secret, a secret Mommy and daddy have been keeping from you." Pierce's eyes widened to the size of saucers, "Tell me! Pretty please with a cherry on top?" he begged. Anthony sighed, "Oh, alright. Your mommy and daddy adopted you. You're an orphan. And guess what? Your real mommy and daddy were rich, but they died." Pierce gasped, "No! It's not funny, Anthony, and I'm serious," he folded his arms over his chest and pouted. "I'm not joking. I was adopted, too" Anthony told him, flicking the cigarette away.
That day had made the two closer than ever. They were closer than brothers, in fact. One year later Anthony got sent to the mental health facility and Pierce was forgotten. To Pierce, Anthony was now a sign of resistance. Pierce and their foster parents moved from The States to Iceland. He didn't know why, but he bet it was because they didn't want Anthony finding them. It was a broken home and he was alone. He had to find somebody else. That's when he met August. The second he saw her was the second he fell in love. Or at least he thought he did, it was hard to tell because he was only six. They new each other for six years after that. Until one night, August asked him to camp out in the supposedly haunted woods.
She snuck into his house. How? He wasn't sure, he thought that she could do anything. There was no way that he would go into those woods by himself, and he wouldn't let her either. He had to go. But what she didn't know was that he had a talisman. He could transform into a wolf. It had all started out with dreams, and now whenever he wanted he could transform. He walked through the woods quickly, moving easily through the trees. When he had gotten into the heart of the woods, he stopped, waiting for her. She looked even prettier than normal, and this feeling overtook him. He kissed her lightly. Stop! the voice in his head screamed. Why should I?! he questioned it. It had no right to control him! Without thinking he transformed into a beautiful arctic wolf. He was breathtaking. He didn't want to frighten her too bad, but to teach her a lesson. That's what she needed, wasn't it? Maybe then she would listen to him when he told her something was dangerous. But his plan failed. After the chase, of course she would go to her parents. And that she did. Curse his stupidity!
He never saw August again. He had friends, but none like Anthony. None like August. He lost his two best friends. But life had to go on. He dropped out of high school when he first got the chance. There was no point, really. His teachers expected too much of him. He was eighteen. He went back to the States, hoping he would find Anthony. He went to their old house with blind hope. Maybe Anthony moved back? He had no idea. He hadn't talked to him since the day he was sent away. The house was empty, of course. Deserted. But Pierce spent the night there. He slept in the room he and Anthony used to share. And he had a dream. One with his talisman. It told him to go to Noatak, Canada; there he would find what he was looking for. Was it talking about Anthony? Probably not. How would it know he wanted to find his brother? But he listened to it anyways. The next day he got a train to Noatak. His instincts told him Noatak. And according to Anthony, your instincts never lie.
Show me your soul
Talisman: Wolf
Picture:
Your Name: Anty
Experience: 1-2
Other Characters: Anthony Wade Sanderson, Scar
How did you find us? Hatty
Code Word: CunningWolf
Tell me who you are
Picture:
Face Claim: Oliver Sykes
Name: Pierce Sanderson
Age: 19
Height: 5'9"
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Status: Undecided
What's your cover?
Appearance: Pierce has naturally black hair that is usually spiked. His face has a playful snarl on it, and if not, he has a mischievous grin plastered across his face. His eyes are a haunting green that's always surrounded by heavy guyliner. He has an ordinary nose and below that ordinary lips. On his chin is a small goatee. Naturally black, of course. Overall, he has well defined muscles. In public he wears dark t-shirts and jeans. Nothing special. But when he's at home, he usually walks around in his boxers, showing off the tats that cover his body. Sanderson has many tattoos; one of which, reads "Here Lies Pierce Sanderson" and at the bottom of the scroll, "Born With Nothing, Die With Everything". Another one at the top of his chest that says BORN TO ROCK." His neck bears the Chinese character for "love". He also has tattoos on both of his hands. His right hand says "love", and his left hand says "hate". He also has a star tattoo on the outer corner of his right eye.
Personality: Pierce is, in a way, both stupid and yet a genius at the same time. In other words, he's what some call "street smart". In his own opinion, it's better to know how to survive than to know how to do advanced math. He can't do advanced math, or much else past the fifth grade level. Especially reading. Pierce always gets his way, no matter if its getting out of reading that book for homework or getting away with cheating on his girlfriend. Maybe it's the dangerous look he can give the one who tells him otherwise, or maybe it's the clever excuses. He won in every argument he ever got into, even if he had no idea what he was talking about, he could lie about whatever they were debating about. He could, and would, lie about anything.
Pierce is protective and has the skills to match it. He would fight to the death for someone. If he truly loved them. But that hasn't been problem because he doesn't think most people even deserve to live, much less be saved. He was built to fight, but he doesn't too often because most people are afraid of him. He has quite a temper, too. When you get him started it's hard to smooth his feathers. One word that comes to mind when describing his personality is rebellious. He wouldn't be who he was if he wasn't a rebel. It's not surprising that he's social. People like other people who can protect them if need be, and Pierce was just that. Not to mention they never felt that his lack of knowledge was a threat, but perhaps they liked him because he was such a smooth-talker.
Tell me where you've been
History: Pierce's life was going to be perfect. His dad was lawyer and his mom was a stay-at-home mom. They were a very wealthy family. Pierce was going to go to the best private school. He was going to become his father. That was how things were supposed to happen. But of course, they didn't. When he was six months old, his mother and father died in a plane crash. Pierce was alone in the world. And strangely enough, he had no living relatives. They didn't waste any time, sending him off to an orphanage, because everyone loves cute little babies. Until they get older, when they become monsters. He was adopted within a week. His new parents were an old married couple who already had an adopted son named Anthony Wade Sanderson. But they never told Pierce that he was adopted. He adopted there last name and became Pierce Sanderson, that way no questions were asked about their different last names. Their secret was safe, for now. When Pierce started kindergarten they found out he was dyslexic. The words seemed to float off the page. But he was a rebel and he practiced reading for hours at a time, but to no avail. It never made sense. Numbers were no good either. Pierce failed almost every test. He was moved to remedial classes.
Pierce looked up to his brother. He was his role model. His hero. He loved his brother more than anyone in the world, and if it came down to it, he would die saving Anthony. One day while they were talking by themselves, the secret slipped. "I hate those stupid rich people who think they're better than us!" five-year old Pierce said. Anthony was sixteen at the time, and he already had a cigarette in his hand. "Oh, is that how you really feel?" Anthony asked him. "Yeah! Why would I like them?" Pierce squeaked. "Because I have a secret, a secret Mommy and daddy have been keeping from you." Pierce's eyes widened to the size of saucers, "Tell me! Pretty please with a cherry on top?" he begged. Anthony sighed, "Oh, alright. Your mommy and daddy adopted you. You're an orphan. And guess what? Your real mommy and daddy were rich, but they died." Pierce gasped, "No! It's not funny, Anthony, and I'm serious," he folded his arms over his chest and pouted. "I'm not joking. I was adopted, too" Anthony told him, flicking the cigarette away.
That day had made the two closer than ever. They were closer than brothers, in fact. One year later Anthony got sent to the mental health facility and Pierce was forgotten. To Pierce, Anthony was now a sign of resistance. Pierce and their foster parents moved from The States to Iceland. He didn't know why, but he bet it was because they didn't want Anthony finding them. It was a broken home and he was alone. He had to find somebody else. That's when he met August. The second he saw her was the second he fell in love. Or at least he thought he did, it was hard to tell because he was only six. They new each other for six years after that. Until one night, August asked him to camp out in the supposedly haunted woods.
She snuck into his house. How? He wasn't sure, he thought that she could do anything. There was no way that he would go into those woods by himself, and he wouldn't let her either. He had to go. But what she didn't know was that he had a talisman. He could transform into a wolf. It had all started out with dreams, and now whenever he wanted he could transform. He walked through the woods quickly, moving easily through the trees. When he had gotten into the heart of the woods, he stopped, waiting for her. She looked even prettier than normal, and this feeling overtook him. He kissed her lightly. Stop! the voice in his head screamed. Why should I?! he questioned it. It had no right to control him! Without thinking he transformed into a beautiful arctic wolf. He was breathtaking. He didn't want to frighten her too bad, but to teach her a lesson. That's what she needed, wasn't it? Maybe then she would listen to him when he told her something was dangerous. But his plan failed. After the chase, of course she would go to her parents. And that she did. Curse his stupidity!
He never saw August again. He had friends, but none like Anthony. None like August. He lost his two best friends. But life had to go on. He dropped out of high school when he first got the chance. There was no point, really. His teachers expected too much of him. He was eighteen. He went back to the States, hoping he would find Anthony. He went to their old house with blind hope. Maybe Anthony moved back? He had no idea. He hadn't talked to him since the day he was sent away. The house was empty, of course. Deserted. But Pierce spent the night there. He slept in the room he and Anthony used to share. And he had a dream. One with his talisman. It told him to go to Noatak, Canada; there he would find what he was looking for. Was it talking about Anthony? Probably not. How would it know he wanted to find his brother? But he listened to it anyways. The next day he got a train to Noatak. His instincts told him Noatak. And according to Anthony, your instincts never lie.
Show me your soul
Talisman: Wolf
Picture:
