Tyler Simms

[Tyler Simms]

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Tyler Simms

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"Power is but a driving force, it is nothing without something to drive it forward. Passion and Anger fuel power, while wisdom is what separates power from disaster. Power, Passion, Hatred, Wisdom: each is needed to complete the others."

Basic Information

• Full Name: Tyler Simms.
  
• Nicknames:Ty(Ty). Baby Boy.
  
• Original/Canon: Canon
  
• Age:17
  
• Date Of Birth:May 26th
  
• Sexuality: Homosexual
  
• Character Type: Witch(Warlock
  
• Special Powers: Power/Strength.
  

To my mother. To my father.
It’s your son or it’s your daughter.
Are my screams loud enough for you to hear me?
Should I turn this up for you?

Details

• Eye Color:Blue
  
• Hair Color:Black/Dark brown
  
• Height:6’
  
• Body Type: Slim
  
• Piercings/Tattoos: None.
  
• Vehicle: 2006 Automotive Hummer.
  

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I sit here locked inside my head
Remembering everything you said.
The silence gets us nowhere.
Gets us nowhere way too fast.
The silence is what kills me.
I need someone here to help me.
But you don’t know how to listen.
And let me make my decision.

Personal Information

• Likes: His car, music in general, his brothers.
  
• Dislikes: His birth family, violence, silence.
  
• Strengths: Loyal, happy go lucky.
  
• Weaknesses: Too submissive and untrusting.
  
• Future: Tyler believes his future is planned out by his mother and father and there is nothing he can do to argue it.
  
• Fears: Losing his brothers. Namely Reid. Dying young.
  
• Hero(es): Reid Garwin, Caleb Danvers, Pogue Parry.
  
• Secret(s): Tyler Simms was abused, physically, mentally, sexually, from an early age.
  

All your insults-
And your curses-
Make me feel like I’m not a person-
And I feel like-
I am nothing-
But you made me-
So do something.

Character History

• Father:Glenn Simms
  
• Mother:Grace Simms
  
• Children:None
  
• Close Friends:Reid Garwin, Pogue Parry, Caleb Danvers, Kate Tunney, Sarah Wenham.
  
• History: Tyler Simms is the youngest Son of Ipswich. His only real goal in life is to keep Reid Garwin alive, and be the peace keeper when his brothers fight, amongst themselves and others. When Chase Collins came to town Tyler and Reid were the last to know. Despite their best efforts to flag Pogue down they were too late. Tyler and Reid found Pogue after Chase was done with him, then they were called on to protect Sarah by hiding her in plain sight at the fall festival while Caleb battled Chase.
  

Because I’m f***ed up-
Because you are-
Need attention-
Attention you couldn’t give.
‘Cause I sit here locked inside my head.
Remembering everything you said.
The silence gets us nowhere.
Gets us nowhere way too fast.

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Final Details

• RP Sample: “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
  “It’s ten thirty.”
  “Don’t you have school tomorrow?”
  “It’s winter break. No.”
  “Are you being smart with me, boy?”
  “No. I want water. Then I’ll go back to my room.” This back and forth banter was brought to the audience by Tyler Simms and Glen Simms. A drone and emotionless conversation which occupied eighty some percent of their talks, if you could call them talks.
  “Do you think you can be a smart mouth because you’re a bigshot rich kid at a fancy boarding school? So that gives you the right to give me that tone?”
  “No, dad.”
  “Remember who made you, Tyler Simms. Remember whose money you flaunt around.”
  “Okay.”
  “Don’t get S**tty with me. I will take your cell phone and your truck away from you so fast you won’t know what hit you.”
  “I’ll have an idea.”
  “Excuse me?”
  “Nothin’.” Tyler mumbled and all but rolled his eyes as he opened the refrigerator.
  “Get somethin’ through your head, Tyler Simms. Without me you have no car, no phone, no money and no fancy school. And guess what? Without that you wouldn’t have a friend in the world.”
  “I know.” Tyler scowled from behind the refrigerator. The youngest son made sure the refrigerator door was hiding his body before he flipped his father off.
  “You’re in for a rude awakening one day, boy. You think your friends “got your back” well guess what, they don’t. One by one they find someone better to waste time with, and you’ll learn family is all you’ve got.”
  “Then I guess I’m screwed.” Tyler half-whispered when he opened his bottled water and kicked the door shut.
  “What did you say to me?”
  “Nothing.” And Tyler hurriedly walked past his father, through the living room, and jogged up the stairs to his room. Once there he shut his bedroom door, then locked it and kicked his chair in front of it. Stupid school had to close for holidays and land him here. Well, there was nothing left for him to do now besides download something to watch or listen to on his laptop, or sleep. Sleep sounded good he guessed. It made time pass faster. Tyler pulled his (Reid’s) jacket off, followed by his own shirt and stopped in front of his mirror. When he turned his head the right way he could see the bruises on his back, twelve of them: Five finger print sized bruises on each side of his rib cage, and two discolored fist imprints: one on the small of his back and one between his shoulder blades. Annoyed; Tyler collapsed on to his bed.
  Christmas: whoo freakin’ hoo.
  
  
  

[Pogue Parry]

Accepted.