Post by PIERCE ARISITDES on Feb 27, 2011 14:21:00 GMT -5
SHIFTER FORM
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[cs=3][atrb=style, width: 500px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px, bTable][atrb=style,background: #8d8974; border: 1px solid #372d22a; padding: 10px; font-family: Helvetica; -moz-box-shadow: -1px 1px 1px #888; -webkit-box-shadow: -1px 1px 1px #888] ARISITDES, PIERCE, L. FULL NAME; Pierce Lir Arisitdes. ALIAS; None although 'Mutt' is common much to his distaste. AGE; Twenty-four. GENDER; Male. ORIENTATION; Bi-sexual with a proclivity for men. CLASS; Solidus. SHIFT SPECIES; Canis lupus familiaris; Saluki. BIRTH DATE; September 28th. GENETICS EYES; Ice marine. HAIR; Earthen blond. WEIGHT; 143 lbs. HEIGHT; 6'2'' VOICE; Deep, controlled, cool. FACE CLAIM; Soubi Agatsuma, Loveless. DESCRIPTION; Slick were the strands shackled with a yellowing hue, which at length the tresses fold over his lithe shoulders and flesh out into a cobalt frame. Shagged bangs of the same color fell over his calculating visage, ending in a mounting synchronization of discord grey and shadow. His malleable eyes of blue to far gone with winter's frost glean morosely, set across the bridge of his nasal ridge. Overshadowed by the professional patina of his bespectacled mug, the deductive laze committed towards his overall profile is just shy of the ghost of anonymity that shrouds any further personable mention. PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION LIKES; tattoos, artwork, sketching, oriental cuisine, gardening, libraries, reading, smoking (one every four hours), oceanic views, foreign films, travel, quiet & secluded places, staying out late, restriction, disregarding wounds, storms, foggy weather, piercings (if they're tasteful), aquariums, autumn, long walks, cooking, alcohol, heights, metropolitan areas, classical music, pain, cleanliness, bandages (for his neck), progress. DISLIKES; counter productiveness, harassment about his health, uptight & prying individuals, fast food, creatures with wings, sunburns, invasive persons, the pound, idiots, dust & dirt, irritatingly bright days, plainness (you must hold his interest), crowds, romantic passes (at himself), chick flicks, the constant nightmares, genuine attachment, finger tapping, leashes, derogatory pet names, staying in his shifter form for lengthy intervals. STRENGTHS; schematically accurate ✰ reservedly enigmatic ✰ adept with his hands ✰ drawing freehand ✰ stellar navigational sense. WEAKNESSES; never meets project deadlines ✰ extremely passive introvert ✰ prone to frantic drinking ✰ parasitic mooch pooch ✰ impeccably vague. QUIRKS; playing the odd round of fetch ✰ rearranging furniture & or changing the interior in Carmine's flat ✰ taking scalding showers ✰ skipping work ✰ sleeping in ✰ OCD about shutting the lights off & closing drawers ✰ twirling his pen pensively through his fingers. FEARS; unearthing himself ✰ shaping genuine attachments ✰ similarly misplacing his lenses. GOALS; Despite having a rudimentary ice shoulder whose general interest is hard to capture, Pierce aspires to continue to create works of art that he himself accepts. PERSONALITY; particular with his tastes (in people & cuisine), ginger, allegiant, scholarly, dogmatic, forbearing (deeper down), willing (sometimes to an unhealthy degree), resilient (to pain), committing, shielding, blase, orientable, sacrificial (to a fatal point if necessary), inadequate self-worth, poor wound management, reticent, immovable, concomitant, typical loner, enigmatic, rejects/ignores non-interests, submissive (by situation), deadpan, aversive, dishonest, past-dweller, contradictory, masochistic, misunderstood. CHRONOLOGICAL TIMELINE CURRENT RESIDENCE; Rooming with Carmine who's rented "Seashell" cottage within Wispy Copse Park in the second district. CURRENT OCCUPATION; Architect. HISTORY; The near homely adage of ‘A dog is a man’s best friend’ is scathingly depraved in grave respect to Pierce’s undertaking – paling in shades of mediocrity so dissociated with decency it remains substandard to rival that of even a truly domestic dog. On the contrary, Pierce won’t spare an ear for whatever shapeless drivel one eagerly imparts hoping for significant confidences to consolingly grace them with whatever troves of clemency they garner is adversely absent from this canine in particular. And in the scarcest circumstance, he may fetch – but understand it was spurred out of numbing ennui, not solely for other’s ineffectual applause or a condescending tap on the head. Apparently, you can’t teach an old dog new tricks because as sure as hell…he’s onto you. Delegated into a CORPS-controlled institution to be effectually delivered into compassionate confines, Pierce’s predicament mirrored many unleashed shifters subject to a similar setting given one surmountable exception in that the dog’s stay was prolonged by his own mulish resolve; whereas, other experiments were snapped up ahead of him. On the whole, when a prospective foster family arrived expectant to realize an adorable elven year old, they’d be met with a grinning pooch in its place – due to his own indignant stance of dwelling in his domestic frame extensively rarely showing any reversion into his humanistic shape. An eventual two years passed, as Pierce continued his passive rebellion against countless relations perched on the service’s threshold – the corporation opted to forcibly supply him into a home where as certain as he was in – he was out after a unfortunate mix with the familial feline leaving the pup to beeline for the streets. Lasting formidably for three nights among frigid and dark margins of the metropolitan humdrum, his chances fluttered only to be squarely grounded by a dog catcher’s net now sentenced to a pound kennel with compatible company. The rather avant-garde method of adoption showcased itself in the grateful eyes of a small boy on the hunt for a novel puppy and upon spying the distrustful Saluki his desire amounted to nothing less than slipping a collar around Pierce’s neck. Decently contented to adopt the blithe, unbinding lifestyle reserved for a companion species, the dog thought he’d finally come home. Unfortunately, the home was rife with domestic abuse, and after an vibrant mishap concerning the mutt sinking an four inch eye tooth into his aggressor’s arm, he was (against the boy’s wishes) excavated from the household and left again to fend for himself – this instance abandoning his canine guise for that of an average passerby, the former experience enough of a caveat that Pierce’s approach reversed, concluding with a more accessible lifestyle in such an antagonistic time. Perchance, engaging his humanistic approach proved fruitful as he managed to stumble upon a rather gracious benefactor who allowed him rent in the cramped loft stooped upwards an insubstantial Italian diner where he found an income (waiting tables to more managerial position) to not only pillar his rent, but his way through high school and partial post secondary. Upon high school completion, the shifter had a fortune in regards to artistic license, and prepped him to enroll in varsity activity, namely chasing a masters in architectural design – decidedly holing himself up artificially engrossed with his studies, eyes and hand continued to scratch away at his drawing board well past the yellowing of the dawning cityscape. During the latter part of his university years, was Pierce’s initial happenstance with aspiring journalist Carmine Whelker, although with the brevity of their engagement and only a few words on Carmine’s part any connecting establishment was nullified. Subsequently after graduation, Pierce’s detached but extensive capability had him essentially putting projects to tender on his clients behalf, advising on the award of the project to various general contractors, and reviewing the constructive progress – offering subcontractor shop drawings among other submittals. It happened while Pierce had stayed in a lesser township not two hours from his residence further to a business acquittal with a monopolistic franchise asking him to strategize a condominium complex though he never made the scheduled meeting. Rather characteristically unaccompanied, the Saluki had been viciously struck by a vehicle releasing him to stagger through the bare district his bloodied tracks finalized when his back knelt invitingly into the timber of a cabin door - none other than Carmine’s sparking a fast, arguable reunion that lead to the shifter taking shelter under the man’s roof. Tremendously ginger with his shifting, Carmine had no inclination as to his genus origins until five months into his settlement where he’d inconveniently arrived home early against Pierce’s acuity. The only liberty in which the shifter arranged in showcasing his companionable form was in the borders of the bathtub where he’d soak to unknot certain stressors shaking the excess water from his lavish hide before reverting to towel the remainder. Only this time, Carmine had unscrupulously laundered any towels leaving the bathroom short which equated into two unsightly options (one less so than the other): amassing a shoddy slip to the dryer to snap up a towel in either: a) a flustered streak or b) as a drenched mongrel. Doubtlessly, both proved unsavoury but one paled in comparison and Pierce hasn’t heard the end of it since he nosed the door open to meet the incurable inquisition in his flatmate’s eyes. The terms of his renting altered substantially with any information about the corporation as its price – anything that Carmine crowbarred out of Pierce. On the anniversary of their meeting, Pierce had progressively acclimatized to Carmine and despite being complete foils of one another, has become strangely at home with him. |
