full name: Mason Elias Salvatore
nickname: Mase (like mace), Eli
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~Information~
gender: Male
age: 18
element: Poison
weapon: He prefers above all weapons to use his own fangs and poison, and the various potions he concocts. He does have a weapon, though, a rapier with a snake-shaped hilt. Its name is Nathair (Irish for ‘snake’.) Occasionally he’ll also swap Nathair with a pair of katars, still unnamed.
~Outside~
height: 5’ 10”
weight: 141lbs
build: He has a thin, elegant look to him, like the snake he is. His muscles are typically invisible under his skin, but have a way of showing themselves in subtle little ripples when he stretches. He’s got long, slender hands, like those of an artist.
complexion: His skin is incredibly pale. It’s smooth and almost completely devoid of blemishes. It’s more of a creamy pale than an unhealthy pale, though.
facial features: He’s pretty. It’s the best way to describe him. And not pretty handsome and boyish. His prettiness is effeminate, all full lips and big eyes and high cheekbones. He frequently wears eyeliner, sometimes with a bit of eye shadow. On certain days (usually Thursdays; nobody’s sure why, and the weekends too) you can catch him with glitter in his hair and dusted around his eyes.
eye color: His eyes are usually his natural deep green. When he’s been testing his poisons and potions, or has recently been in his snake form, they turn bright silver.
hair color: His hair has been bleached white-blonde by all the testing he does on himself. It’s naturally a reddish brown. Auburn, really. He likes dying it into a myriad of colors, frequently bright and neon. He recently dyed streaks of poison green and silver and black through his hair, and several more streaks of black in his bangs.
hair style: It reaches to a little above his shoulder blades. He alternates between wearing it in a crown of gravity-defying spikes and tied back in a low ponytail. His bangs are long to his jaw in the sides. He has some sort of fringe in the left side of his hair. It’s usually clipped back, but when it isn’t it reaches his jaw and covers his left eye. Strangely enough, he seems to be able to see perfectly well through it.
scars/markings: His forearms are covered in scars, primarily burn scars. They’re the result of some of his experiments exploding and sending shrapnel flying. He has no battle scars.
tattoos/piercings/jewelry: Predictably, Mason has snakebite piercings, worn as a silver ring on either side of his bottom lip. Each of his ears is pierced three times, one in the lobe and two in his cartilage. He dislikes necklaces, but it’s rare to see him without at least a few rings on his hands, and he owns a wide variety of bracelets that he wears on a daily basis.
clothing/style: He tends toward tight-fitting clothes and claims that shirts with sleeves make transforming difficult. More often than not he wears a tank top of some sort (a lot of times they look like girls’ clothing, like the various spaghetti strap tops he has) with either skinny jeans or leather pants. Mason’s shoes vary from Converse to boots. It’s hard to tell what he’ll decide on before he does. He has a somewhat ironic love for snakeskin pants. He’s also quite fond of scarves and hats. (Dear god hats. They fill half his rather sizable closet. His collection is mostly composed of fedoras and beanies, but he’s got a few choice caps in there as well.) He’s rarely ever seen without bandages wrapped around his forearms to cover his scars.
note: Due to him being a Poison-user, Mason has the ability to take the form of a snake. The exact appearance and abilities of the snake varies from generation to generation. Mason posses the shape and spitting ability of a Philippine cobra, whereas he takes his blackish gray and white coloration and venom from the black mamba. He has a v-shaped yellow-green marking on the back of his hood, and two silver eyespots on the inside.
~Inside~
sexual orientation: Who knows? I sure don’t.
love interest: Pff- Hahaha. (He spent his sixteenth year of life sleeping around a lot.)
hobbies: Mixing potions (both helpful and dangerous), transforming into his snake form and sleeping in patches of sunlight, singing, messing with and pranking his siblings, being freakishly happy and bubbly for a Poison user
likes: Snakes and spiders, fighting (especially when he’s the instigator of a fight between two other people and gets to kick back and watch the show), storms (he finds thunder and lightning and rain soothing), asphyxiation, sweets, hookah
dislikes: Birds, cold weather (he gets sick really easily), strong smells (both good and bad, any really strong scent will almost immediately give him an enormous headache; oddly enough, this does not seem to apply when it’s one of his potions), when Colton puts restrictions on his more dangerous experiments, fish and spicy foods, alcohol
strengths: Not afraid to fight dirty and back stab and take advantage of any and all weaknesses, extremely determined and quick to strike when his mind is made up to fight, cunning and calculating
weaknesses: A bit of a coward (he’d rather stay back away from the fighting and assist his siblings in their fights; he’s the closest thing to a healer that the Cain family has), not very strong physically, runs on a bit of a short fuse
personality: Mason has a bit of an ego, and, like many of siblings, is more than a little arrogant. He considers himself and his siblings superior to the other three families, which makes him come across as an insufferable prick and a douche to the other families a lot of the time. To his siblings, though, he is disturbingly bouncy and bubbly for a Poison user. He does his best to get along with them and annoy them… Too much. He is fiercely loyal to the siblings. If you screw with his siblings, then you screw with him, and if you screw with him you get sassed. Or you get potions thrown at you until acid eats your face off. Either works. If you get on his good side, you’ll find that he has a happy-go-lucky, f*ck-all attitude that’s hard to get used to and hard to dislike once you do. He knows how to be serious when the situation calls for it, but would really rather avoid serious situations entirely.
Not unlike his older brother Franz, Mason was born to be a performer. He relishes the feeling of capturing the attention of everyone in the room, and his charisma and sharp-tongued, sarcastic wit come to him as naturally as breathing. Possibly more naturally, seeing as he frequents the company of Air users trying to suffocate him and manages to sass them up until he’s about to pass out, at which point he finds some way to inflict some pain and escape.
Mason runs on a bit of a short fuse, though, and the people who have had the misfortune of encountering him when he’s in a bad mood are either dead or permanently crippled. Or one his siblings, in which case he’ll maim them only a little before strutting off to find a way to vent that won’t make him feel guilty when he calms down. He has a history of self-harming when he’s in a bad mood as well.
A coward and an instigator. Both can be used to describe Mason. He has a tendency of fleeing from fights and a history of manipulating others to fight his battles for him. He’s known for being able to make the best of friends turn against each other, then laughing while he watches the shitstorm go down. He’s terribly sadistic to people outside of his own family.
history: His siblings almost never saw Mason when he was a child; he was always hiding away somewhere, usually as a snake and curled up on the roof or under a bad or in a closet, as far away from their father as he could get. It was only after Colton ‘dealt’ with the man that he became the sassy, flamboyant boy he is today.
He blames himself for the pain his siblings – and Colton and particular – suffered because of their father, the Poison user of the last generation, and he hates that he never did anything to try to help them. He’s almost always a little timid around Colton, shy and skittish like a mouse or something. He loves his big brother, but facing him makes him feel guilt gnawing away at his stomach.
other: It’s not so much an addiction as a hobby, but Mason really likes hookah (flavored cigarettes are pretty cool too; he’s more often seen with a flavored cigarette because cigarettes are just so easy to carry around). He’s not really fond of powder drugs or shots, and outright dislikes alcohol. #7CBF00
gender: Male
age: 18
element: Poison
weapon: He prefers above all weapons to use his own fangs and poison, and the various potions he concocts. He does have a weapon, though, a rapier with a snake-shaped hilt. Its name is Nathair (Irish for ‘snake’.) Occasionally he’ll also swap Nathair with a pair of katars, still unnamed.
~Outside~
height: 5’ 10”
weight: 141lbs
build: He has a thin, elegant look to him, like the snake he is. His muscles are typically invisible under his skin, but have a way of showing themselves in subtle little ripples when he stretches. He’s got long, slender hands, like those of an artist.
complexion: His skin is incredibly pale. It’s smooth and almost completely devoid of blemishes. It’s more of a creamy pale than an unhealthy pale, though.
facial features: He’s pretty. It’s the best way to describe him. And not pretty handsome and boyish. His prettiness is effeminate, all full lips and big eyes and high cheekbones. He frequently wears eyeliner, sometimes with a bit of eye shadow. On certain days (usually Thursdays; nobody’s sure why, and the weekends too) you can catch him with glitter in his hair and dusted around his eyes.
eye color: His eyes are usually his natural deep green. When he’s been testing his poisons and potions, or has recently been in his snake form, they turn bright silver.
hair color: His hair has been bleached white-blonde by all the testing he does on himself. It’s naturally a reddish brown. Auburn, really. He likes dying it into a myriad of colors, frequently bright and neon. He recently dyed streaks of poison green and silver and black through his hair, and several more streaks of black in his bangs.
hair style: It reaches to a little above his shoulder blades. He alternates between wearing it in a crown of gravity-defying spikes and tied back in a low ponytail. His bangs are long to his jaw in the sides. He has some sort of fringe in the left side of his hair. It’s usually clipped back, but when it isn’t it reaches his jaw and covers his left eye. Strangely enough, he seems to be able to see perfectly well through it.
scars/markings: His forearms are covered in scars, primarily burn scars. They’re the result of some of his experiments exploding and sending shrapnel flying. He has no battle scars.
tattoos/piercings/jewelry: Predictably, Mason has snakebite piercings, worn as a silver ring on either side of his bottom lip. Each of his ears is pierced three times, one in the lobe and two in his cartilage. He dislikes necklaces, but it’s rare to see him without at least a few rings on his hands, and he owns a wide variety of bracelets that he wears on a daily basis.
clothing/style: He tends toward tight-fitting clothes and claims that shirts with sleeves make transforming difficult. More often than not he wears a tank top of some sort (a lot of times they look like girls’ clothing, like the various spaghetti strap tops he has) with either skinny jeans or leather pants. Mason’s shoes vary from Converse to boots. It’s hard to tell what he’ll decide on before he does. He has a somewhat ironic love for snakeskin pants. He’s also quite fond of scarves and hats. (Dear god hats. They fill half his rather sizable closet. His collection is mostly composed of fedoras and beanies, but he’s got a few choice caps in there as well.) He’s rarely ever seen without bandages wrapped around his forearms to cover his scars.
note: Due to him being a Poison-user, Mason has the ability to take the form of a snake. The exact appearance and abilities of the snake varies from generation to generation. Mason posses the shape and spitting ability of a Philippine cobra, whereas he takes his blackish gray and white coloration and venom from the black mamba. He has a v-shaped yellow-green marking on the back of his hood, and two silver eyespots on the inside.
~Inside~
sexual orientation: Who knows? I sure don’t.
love interest: Pff- Hahaha. (He spent his sixteenth year of life sleeping around a lot.)
hobbies: Mixing potions (both helpful and dangerous), transforming into his snake form and sleeping in patches of sunlight, singing, messing with and pranking his siblings, being freakishly happy and bubbly for a Poison user
likes: Snakes and spiders, fighting (especially when he’s the instigator of a fight between two other people and gets to kick back and watch the show), storms (he finds thunder and lightning and rain soothing), asphyxiation, sweets, hookah
dislikes: Birds, cold weather (he gets sick really easily), strong smells (both good and bad, any really strong scent will almost immediately give him an enormous headache; oddly enough, this does not seem to apply when it’s one of his potions), when Colton puts restrictions on his more dangerous experiments, fish and spicy foods, alcohol
strengths: Not afraid to fight dirty and back stab and take advantage of any and all weaknesses, extremely determined and quick to strike when his mind is made up to fight, cunning and calculating
weaknesses: A bit of a coward (he’d rather stay back away from the fighting and assist his siblings in their fights; he’s the closest thing to a healer that the Cain family has), not very strong physically, runs on a bit of a short fuse
personality: Mason has a bit of an ego, and, like many of siblings, is more than a little arrogant. He considers himself and his siblings superior to the other three families, which makes him come across as an insufferable prick and a douche to the other families a lot of the time. To his siblings, though, he is disturbingly bouncy and bubbly for a Poison user. He does his best to get along with them and annoy them… Too much. He is fiercely loyal to the siblings. If you screw with his siblings, then you screw with him, and if you screw with him you get sassed. Or you get potions thrown at you until acid eats your face off. Either works. If you get on his good side, you’ll find that he has a happy-go-lucky, f*ck-all attitude that’s hard to get used to and hard to dislike once you do. He knows how to be serious when the situation calls for it, but would really rather avoid serious situations entirely.
Not unlike his older brother Franz, Mason was born to be a performer. He relishes the feeling of capturing the attention of everyone in the room, and his charisma and sharp-tongued, sarcastic wit come to him as naturally as breathing. Possibly more naturally, seeing as he frequents the company of Air users trying to suffocate him and manages to sass them up until he’s about to pass out, at which point he finds some way to inflict some pain and escape.
Mason runs on a bit of a short fuse, though, and the people who have had the misfortune of encountering him when he’s in a bad mood are either dead or permanently crippled. Or one his siblings, in which case he’ll maim them only a little before strutting off to find a way to vent that won’t make him feel guilty when he calms down. He has a history of self-harming when he’s in a bad mood as well.
A coward and an instigator. Both can be used to describe Mason. He has a tendency of fleeing from fights and a history of manipulating others to fight his battles for him. He’s known for being able to make the best of friends turn against each other, then laughing while he watches the shitstorm go down. He’s terribly sadistic to people outside of his own family.
history: His siblings almost never saw Mason when he was a child; he was always hiding away somewhere, usually as a snake and curled up on the roof or under a bad or in a closet, as far away from their father as he could get. It was only after Colton ‘dealt’ with the man that he became the sassy, flamboyant boy he is today.
He blames himself for the pain his siblings – and Colton and particular – suffered because of their father, the Poison user of the last generation, and he hates that he never did anything to try to help them. He’s almost always a little timid around Colton, shy and skittish like a mouse or something. He loves his big brother, but facing him makes him feel guilt gnawing away at his stomach.
other: It’s not so much an addiction as a hobby, but Mason really likes hookah (flavored cigarettes are pretty cool too; he’s more often seen with a flavored cigarette because cigarettes are just so easy to carry around). He’s not really fond of powder drugs or shots, and outright dislikes alcohol. #7CBF00
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[size=85][color=#7CBF00]username:[/color] DI2k
[color=#7CBF00]full name:[/color] Mason Elias Salvatore
[color=#7CBF00]nickname:[/color] Mase (like mace), Eli[/size]
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[color=#7CBF00]~Information~[/color]
[size=85][color=#7CBF00]gender:[/color] Male
[color=#7CBF00]age:[/color] 18
[color=#7CBF00]element:[/color] Poison
[color=#7CBF00]weapon:[/color] He prefers above all weapons to use his own fangs and poison, and the various potions he concocts. He does have a weapon, though, a rapier with a snake-shaped hilt. Its name is Nathair (Irish for ‘snake’.) Occasionally he’ll also swap Nathair with a pair of [url=http://sworddueling.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/katar111bh9.jpg]katars,[/url] still unnamed.[/size]
[color=#7CBF00]~Outside~[/color]
[size=85][color=#7CBF00]height:[/color] 5’ 10”
[color=#7CBF00]weight:[/color] 141lbs
[color=#7CBF00]build:[/color] He has a thin, elegant look to him, like the snake he is. His muscles are typically invisible under his skin, but have a way of showing themselves in subtle little ripples when he stretches. He’s got long, slender hands, like those of an artist.
[color=#7CBF00]complexion:[/color] His skin is incredibly pale. It’s smooth and almost completely devoid of blemishes. It’s more of a creamy pale than an unhealthy pale, though.
[color=#7CBF00]facial features:[/color] He’s pretty. It’s the best way to describe him. And not pretty handsome and boyish. His prettiness is effeminate, all full lips and big eyes and high cheekbones. He frequently wears eyeliner, sometimes with a bit of eye shadow. On certain days (usually Thursdays; nobody’s sure why, and the weekends too) you can catch him with glitter in his hair and dusted around his eyes.
[color=#7CBF00]eye color:[/color] His eyes are usually his natural deep green. When he’s been testing his poisons and potions, or has recently been in his snake form, they turn bright silver.
[color=#7CBF00]hair color:[/color] His hair has been bleached white-blonde by all the testing he does on himself. It’s naturally a reddish brown. Auburn, really. He likes dying it into a myriad of colors, frequently bright and neon. He recently dyed streaks of poison green and silver and black through his hair, and several more streaks of black in his bangs.
[color=#7CBF00]hair style:[/color] It reaches to a little above his shoulder blades. He alternates between wearing it in a crown of gravity-defying spikes and tied back in a low ponytail. His bangs are long to his jaw in the sides. He has some sort of fringe in the left side of his hair. It’s usually clipped back, but when it isn’t it reaches his jaw and covers his left eye. Strangely enough, he seems to be able to see perfectly well through it.
[color=#7CBF00]scars/markings:[/color] His forearms are covered in scars, primarily burn scars. They’re the result of some of his experiments exploding and sending shrapnel flying. He has no battle scars.
[color=#7CBF00]tattoos/piercings/jewelry:[/color] Predictably, Mason has snakebite piercings, worn as a silver ring on either side of his bottom lip. Each of his ears is pierced three times, one in the lobe and two in his cartilage. He dislikes necklaces, but it’s rare to see him without at least a few rings on his hands, and he owns a wide variety of bracelets that he wears on a daily basis.
[color=#7CBF00]clothing/style:[/color] He tends toward tight-fitting clothes and claims that shirts with sleeves make transforming difficult. More often than not he wears a tank top of some sort (a lot of times they look like girls’ clothing, like the various spaghetti strap tops he has) with either skinny jeans or leather pants. Mason’s shoes vary from Converse to boots. It’s hard to tell what he’ll decide on before he does. He has a somewhat ironic love for snakeskin pants. He’s also quite fond of scarves and hats. (Dear god hats. They fill half his rather sizable closet. His collection is mostly composed of fedoras and beanies, but he’s got a few choice caps in there as well.) He’s rarely ever seen without bandages wrapped around his forearms to cover his scars.
[color=#7CBF00]note:[/color] Due to him being a Poison-user, Mason has the ability to take the form of a snake. The exact appearance and abilities of the snake varies from generation to generation. Mason posses the shape and spitting ability of a Philippine cobra, whereas he takes his blackish gray and white coloration and venom from the black mamba. He has a v-shaped yellow-green marking on the back of his hood, and two silver eyespots on the inside.[/size]
[color=#7CBF00]~Inside~[/color]
[size=85][color=#7CBF00]sexual orientation:[/color] Who knows? I sure don’t.
[color=#7CBF00]love interest:[/color] Pff- Hahaha. (He spent his sixteenth year of life sleeping around a lot.)
[color=#7CBF00]hobbies:[/color] Mixing potions (both helpful and dangerous), transforming into his snake form and sleeping in patches of sunlight, singing, messing with and pranking his siblings, being freakishly happy and bubbly for a Poison user
[color=#7CBF00]likes:[/color] Snakes and spiders, fighting (especially when he’s the instigator of a fight between two other people and gets to kick back and watch the show), storms (he finds thunder and lightning and rain soothing), asphyxiation, sweets, hookah
[color=#7CBF00]dislikes:[/color] Birds, cold weather (he gets sick really easily), strong smells (both good and bad, any really strong scent will almost immediately give him an enormous headache; oddly enough, this does not seem to apply when it’s one of his potions), when Colton puts restrictions on his more dangerous experiments, fish and spicy foods, alcohol
[color=#7CBF00]strengths:[/color] Not afraid to fight dirty and back stab and take advantage of any and all weaknesses, extremely determined and quick to strike when his mind is made up to fight, cunning and calculating
[color=#7CBF00]weaknesses:[/color] A bit of a coward (he’d rather stay back away from the fighting and assist his siblings in their fights; he’s the closest thing to a healer that the Cain family has), not very strong physically, runs on a bit of a short fuse
[color=#7CBF00]personality:[/color] Mason has a bit of an ego, and, like many of siblings, is more than a little arrogant. He considers himself and his siblings superior to the other three families, which makes him come across as an insufferable prick and a douche to the other families a lot of the time. To his siblings, though, he is disturbingly bouncy and bubbly for a Poison user. He does his best to get along with them and annoy them… Too much. He is fiercely loyal to the siblings. If you screw with his siblings, then you screw with him, and if you screw with him you get sassed. Or you get potions thrown at you until acid eats your face off. Either works. If you get on his good side, you’ll find that he has a happy-go-lucky, f*ck-all attitude that’s hard to get used to and hard to dislike once you do. He knows how to be serious when the situation calls for it, but would really rather avoid serious situations entirely.
Not unlike his older brother Franz, Mason was born to be a performer. He relishes the feeling of capturing the attention of everyone in the room, and his charisma and sharp-tongued, sarcastic wit come to him as naturally as breathing. Possibly more naturally, seeing as he frequents the company of Air users trying to suffocate him and manages to sass them up until he’s about to pass out, at which point he finds some way to inflict some pain and escape.
Mason runs on a bit of a short fuse, though, and the people who have had the misfortune of encountering him when he’s in a bad mood are either dead or permanently crippled. Or one his siblings, in which case he’ll maim them only a little before strutting off to find a way to vent that won’t make him feel guilty when he calms down. He has a history of self-harming when he’s in a bad mood as well.
A coward and an instigator. Both can be used to describe Mason. He has a tendency of fleeing from fights and a history of manipulating others to fight his battles for him. He’s known for being able to make the best of friends turn against each other, then laughing while he watches the shitstorm go down. He’s terribly sadistic to people outside of his own family.
[color=#7CBF00]history:[/color] His siblings almost never saw Mason when he was a child; he was always hiding away somewhere, usually as a snake and curled up on the roof or under a bad or in a closet, as far away from their father as he could get. It was only after Colton ‘dealt’ with the man that he became the sassy, flamboyant boy he is today.
He blames himself for the pain his siblings – and Colton and particular – suffered because of their father, the Poison user of the last generation, and he hates that he never did anything to try to help them. He’s almost always a little timid around Colton, shy and skittish like a mouse or something. He loves his big brother, but facing him makes him feel guilt gnawing away at his stomach.
[color=#7CBF00]other:[/color] It’s not so much an addiction as a hobby, but Mason really likes hookah (flavored cigarettes are pretty cool too; he’s more often seen with a flavored cigarette because cigarettes are just so easy to carry around). He’s not really fond of powder drugs or shots, and outright dislikes alcohol. #7CBF00[/size]And the edits for Tannor and Aiden as well.
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[size=85][color=#4040FF]username: DI2k[/color]
[color=#4040FF]full name:[/color] Aiden Zachary Salvatore
[color=#4040FF]nickname:[/color] His brothers call him Zach, sometimes, or Addy when they’re teasing him.[/size]
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[spoiler][color=#4040FF]~Information~[/color]
[size=85][color=#4040FF]gender:[/color] Male
[color=#4040FF]age:[/color] 18
[color=#4040FF]element:[/color] Water (cold aspect)
[color=#4040FF]weapon:[/color] Aiden’s birthright is Glaimetier, the Ice Sword, which has been passed down through the Water user of the Salvatore family for generations. However, there’s always that worry that if he goes swinging around a pointy object he’ll hurt himself with it when he suddenly falls asleep or his arm goes dead. Instead he uses a pair of seven-shot revolvers. Normally they probably wouldn’t be any safer than the sword, but Aiden has modified these guns to shoot bullets of Water rather than ordinary bullets. They’re named Glawyn and Ia (Welsh for ‘rain’ and ‘ice’).[/size]
[color=#4040FF]~Outside~[/color]
[size=85][color=#4040FF]height:[/color] 5' 4"...and a half. He's very picky about that (nonexistent) half inch.
[color=#4040FF]weight:[/color] 136 lbs
[color=#4040FF]build:[/color] Though his disorders prevent him from fighting with other families, he spars with his brother to train and maintain his lean-muscled physique. In other words, he looks really skinny, but is stronger than he seems.
[color=#4040FF]complexion:[/color] He's a lot more tan than he would be if he had his way, which would be to stay inside all the time (his brothers tend to like to keep him indoors as well, where he's less likely to get hurt or run into something hostile if he's suddenly rendered prone), but Tannor likes to drag him outdoors from time to time. Still, he's still pale to the point that it looks a little unhealthy.
[color=#4040FF]facial features:[/color] Aiden is by far the most feminine of the Salvatore brothers. He could rather easily pass as a girl and in fact frequently does when he goes into town to avoid being noticed by members of the other families. He’s all big eyes with long, thick lashes and has a cutely rounded nose. His cheekbones are low, and his face is slightly rounded and girlish looking, like he hasn't lost all his baby fat yet. His full lips are the only trait he shares with his twin brother Tannor.
[color=#4040FF]eye color:[/color] It's usually a bright, vivid blue. Pale silver spirals outward from his left pupil; the right is a little paler a blue than the left. It makes looking him in the eyes more dizzying than anything else.
[color=#4040FF]hair color:[/color] Jet black.
[color=#4040FF]hair style:[/color] Aiden wears his hair a little past the base of his neck. It's messily cut with jagged ends and uneven layers, seeing as he cuts it himself or has one of his brothers do it. It usually looks extremely messy, like he’s just rolled out of bed and hasn't bothered with brushing it. He habitually sweeps his bangs over his right eye.
[color=#4040FF]scars/markings:[/color] He’s got various small scars, mostly from falling down (due to his narcolepsy, cataplexy, or just because he’s a klutz), but he does have two larger, very noticeable scars. The first starts a little above his right temple, at the hairline, and continues inward at a slight downward slant for about an inch, then veers sharply back and down through his eyelid to end just below his right cheekbone. It’s not a very deep scar and is pretty much just a very slightly raised line of pinkish skin. The second is located on his right leg, running from the back of his knee to a little above the inside of his ankle. It’s much deeper than the one on his face, and the skin is puckered and twisted around the scar.
[color=#4040FF]tattoos/piercings/jewelry:[/color] He figures he’s got enough scars to cover the body alteration department, though he did get canine bites a few years ago (two piercings above his top lip and two in his bottom). They’re usually worn as black rings and silver studs.
[color=#4040FF]clothing/style:[/color] Aiden doesn't get cold easily, and so most of his shirts are T-shirts and sleeveless shirts. He harbors a particular fondness for sleeveless turtlenecks. The few longs sleeved shirts he owns are all thin and mostly V-necked. He’s almost always seen with a hoodie or other jacket with him, whether he’s wearing it or it’s tied around his waist. He prefers shorts to skinny jeans and skinny jeans to any other kind of long pants. He owns only one pair of shoes: a pair of beaten up black Converse with light blue laces. He wears an eyepatch over his right eye, as the milky images he gets from it make it harder to see than being without it entirely.[/size]
[color=#4040FF]~Inside~[/color]
[size=85][color=#4040FF]sexual orientation:[/color] Homosexual. He has a tendency to try and hide it.
[color=#4040FF]love interest:[/color] “I've got more important things to do than worry over some b*tch, Tannor. You’ve never dated before either! Don’t give me that ‘waiting for someone special’ bullsh*t, you’re eighteen! Your prince in shining armor is a pile of f*cks not given.” (He’s developed a rather unfortunate fancy for Alec Grey over the years and avoids him to the best of his ability whenever he visits the Grey family.)
[color=#4040FF]hobbies:[/color] Gardening (he maintains a window box of daffodils and a pot of lilies in his room; the only reason he’ll voluntarily go outside is to water the roses he’s got growing by the door), cooking, [s]wow this guy is pretty much just the Salvatore family housewife[/s] being a hardcore insomniac, locking himself up in his room (to read, write poetry, listen to music, tend to his plants, and generally do pretty much nothing)
[color=#4040FF]likes:[/color] Flowers, animals (especially the cute and fluffy ones), mints and minty foods, cold weather/the season of Winter (and snow is just so pretty), when Tannor plays the piano for him, learning about medicine (particularly that of the herbal variety)
[color=#4040FF]dislikes:[/color] When his brothers get overly protective of him (he’ll snap at them, usually, though he does occasionally listen to Roan or Tannor), his disabilities, not being able to fight, large crowds, pineapples and kiwis, Isaac (it’s not really dislike, seeing as he loves all of his brothers, but he does harbor some residual bitterness over Isaac hurting Tannor when they were kids).
[color=#4040FF]strengths:[/color] Excellent healer (he’s the main healer of the house, despite that title traditionally being given to the Light user, because he can’t fight), keeps a clear head under stress, senses other than sight heightened (to cope with his missing eye)
[color=#4040FF]weaknesses:[/color] Damaged right eye and leg (he can’t see out of his right eye and walks with a slight limp), suffers from narcolepsy and cataplexy, short tempered
[color=#4040FF]personality:[/color] Aiden seems almost constantly angry. He’s not, really. Aiden is constantly cranky, mostly because he has trouble sleeping at night (the summer, and even spring, months are the worst, because he complains almost incessantly about the heat). His crankiness is another thing that he hates about himself, but in that weird way in that he also loves it. He finds it makes it easier not to get attached to something if you’re constantly ranting at it. When he does become truly angry, which doesn't happen often, he goes silent and scarily still and just glares Death to the One Thousandth Power at the offender. If said offender doesn't get the message that they've seriously pissed him off (his brothers are pretty much the only people who notice said message), then… Bad things happen. Let’s leave it at that. The last time, Tannor made the mistake of trying to protect the guy and ended up under intensive care from both Aiden and Conall for three days. He’s got nothing against hating someone who screws with him or his brothers. The people he hates are the only ones he’ll ignore when they’re in trouble.
Though he may seem like a complete and utter ass at times, Aiden cares dearly for his brothers. And pretty much everything else he finds pitiable. He’s a bit of a softy, which he detests about himself but find that he cannot change. He can’t leave any hurting being, be it animal or human, or even plants (on the rare occasion he goes to town, or outside in general, he can frequently be seen stopping to water some wilting flower or another). Even worse, he’s a hopeless romantic. It’s the characteristic he tries the hardest to hide.
[color=#4040FF]history:[/color] Aside from the part of his life that he and his brothers all share, Aiden has gone through two rather significant events. He ran away once, just after his father had died. He managed to keep away for about a week before his brothers found him at a flower shop in town, owned by an elderly couple who had agreed to let him live there under the condition that he work for them. The second was about the last time he left the Salvatore’s area of the woods when not in the company of one of his brothers. He managed to get into a fight with one of the Hathaway sisters (or one of the Cain girls, he can’t remember). His narcolepsy hit in the middle of the fight and he pretty much just fell over. Tannor managed to find him before he lost his head, though Aiden did leave with two scars, one on his face and the other on his leg.
He studied medicine, what he calls ‘normal people healing’ for a while. He has a particular interest in herbal medicine. He’ll cheerfully rattle off the properties of any herb you ask him about, and a few that you haven’t even heard of as well. He frequents the company Blake Grey to discuss the topic.
[color=#4040FF]other:[/color] Aiden is a chronic smoker. He goes through anywhere from half a pack a day to three. He’s also got cat. A silver tabby named [url=www.freewebs.com/sunclanpictures/Maplepaw.jpg]Crescent[/url]. #4040FF[/size][/spoiler]Code: Select all
[size=85][color=#BF4080]username:[/color] DI2k (Ice)
[color=#BF4080]full name:[/color] Tannor Aaron Salvatore
[color=#BF4080]nickname:[/color] T, or Tay from his brothers.[/size]
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[spoiler][color=#BF4080]~Information~[/color]
[size=85][color=#BF4080]gender:[/color] Male
[color=#BF4080]age:[/color] 18
[color=#BF4080]element:[/color] Earth
[color=#BF4080]weapon:[/color] A pair of [url=http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRRYp9JdQnklauiVALuhlBZWEphRiH9F1Q9N_1uezanCbSeAdvT&t=1]hook swords[/url], named Tigris Rex (The Tiger King).[/size]
[color=#BF4080]~Outside~[/color]
[size=85][color=#BF4080]height:[/color] 6' 5" (He's pretty freakishly tall, even for a Salvatore.)
[color=#BF4080]weight:[/color] 238 pounds
[color=#BF4080]build:[/color] Tannor is built pretty much like a brick wall. He's easily the heaviest and most muscularly built of his brothers. He works out, and it's pretty damn noticeable that he does.
[color=#BF4080]complexion:[/color] He's pretty decently tan from spending all his time outdoors, but not nearly as much as you'd think. He seems to lose tans as soon as he gets them.
[color=#BF4080]facial features:[/color] Tannor has a sort of angular, rugged look to him. He's all high cheekbones and square jawline. His eyes tend toward the smaller side of average and his nose could probably be described as strong and wide. The one facial feature he shares with his twin brother is his full lips.
[color=#BF4080]eye color:[/color] They look hazel, though if you look closely you'll also notice flecks of orange and bright gold.
[color=#BF4080]hair color:[/color] It's dark golden blonde naturally, though he recently bleached it to platinum and dyed the ends bright orange.
[color=#BF4080]hair style:[/color] Like his hair color, Tannor doesn't wear his hair in its natural state, which is slightly curly. He prefers it straight. His bangs typically stay straight for a good while after being straightened, though the back tends to revert to a half-curled, half-straight state shortly after being straightened. His bangs sweep to the right, just long enough to cover his eyebrow. It ends at about the middle of his neck in the back.
[color=#BF4080]scars/markings:[/color] He's got a burn scar that covers his upper right arm and shoulder, and stretches a little ways up his neck, the result of a nasty run in with child Isaac when he was still learning to control his powers. He has a light dusting of freckles across his nose.
[color=#BF4080]tattoos/piercings/jewelry:[/color] He's not much fond of body alterations, though he's got a tattoo of a stag and a rabbit on his left leg. The stag occupies the outside of his leg, starting about an inch above his ankle; the head reaches to the top of his thigh and the horns spread across the left side of his rib cage. The rabbit is located more towards the inside of his leg, starting a few inches below his knee with the head around the middle of his thigh. He's never seen not wearing a watch on his right wrist. Aside from that he's pretty bland.
[color=#BF4080]clothing/style:[/color] Tannor's a fan of dress shirts, usually loosely buttoned, and jeans. He tends toward black, white, and grey shirts and jeans, mostly just for the sake of keeping with the rest of his family's color scheme. Tannor often has a tie, done up or not, around his neck. He'd like to wear dress shoes, but with his family's near-constant in-battle state, it's really just more practical to stick to sneakers.[/size]
[color=#BF4080]~Inside~[/color]
[size=85][color=#BF4080]sexual orientation:[/color] Poor kid has no idea. It's probably something like demisexual (attraction only to people who the person has strong emotional bonds to), though.
[color=#BF4080]love interest:[/color] He can honestly say that he has never hooked up. Ever. He's never even had his first kiss. It's really disappointing.
[color=#BF4080]hobbies:[/color] Playing piano, singing (privately, as he's shy about his voice), helping his brothers wherever he can, generally being a really tall, really buff, cute little human puppy.
[color=#BF4080]likes:[/color] His brothers/hanging out with his brothers, animals, the wind (his favorite brother is Jesse for this very reason), little kids, cooking.
[color=#BF4080]dislikes:[/color] Fighting (particularly that of the useless sort), flirts and people with loose morals, Winter (nature looks and feels so dead), anything that upsets his brothers, pitch darkness.
[color=#BF4080]strengths:[/color] Extremely loyal, determination knows no bounds when angered, protective of his brothers, built like a wall, functions pretty much exactly like a wall.
[color=#BF4080]weaknesses:[/color] Short-tempered and somewhat hot-headed in a fight, tends to lose focus and go into a blind rage when angry, can be too trusting at times, too nice for his own good, frequently tries to take on more responsibility than he can handle.
[color=#BF4080]personality:[/color] Tannor is a nice guy at heart. It's not like he tries to hide it, to be honest. He likes kids and helps little old ladies with their groceries. He's a right and proper gentleman and is pretty much the only Salvatore with any decent social skills. He radiates a sort of natural charisma that's hard not to like. He's that guy who can win most people over with just a smile. Basically, he's a human puppy. A really big human puppy. He starts getting antsy when left alone for extended periods of time and really just wants to follow everyone around and make them happy.
Tannor makes a swan dive off the other end of the pool when he's angered, which usually doesn't happen unless he's in a fight. He turns cruel and hateful against whatever is upsetting him and become extremely impulsive. He doesn't care who he hurts so long as he gets to hurt what's making him angry. Roan, Jesse, and Aiden are usually the best at calming him down before he actually deals any real damage.
[color=#BF4080]history:[/color] Aside from the burn he got from Isaac when he was a kid, there isn't really anything that's particularly interesting about Tannor. Fighting the Hathaways, surviving, chilling with his brothers; you know, the usual. He recently picked up smoking from Aiden. He doesn't smoke a lot. Usually it's after he comes off one of his 'rages'.
[color=#BF4080]other:[/color] [color=#BF4080]#BF4080[/color][/size][/spoiler]
Now Ice must tell.
It's okay, Echo still 
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