Sandy Thomas

[theo]

someone suspiciously {special}
Your OOC Name:
Te, Teo, Theo, "hey you", basically anything.
Contact:
PM
Years of RPing:
Sixish
Sample Post:
Lucian merely gave Calib one of his white-toothed, gleaming grins that he gave anybody when he didn’t care to find a suitable rejoinder. It was a perfectly humorous touché on Calib’s part, which really didn’t need to be clouded over any. Calib could be terribly humiliating, and in truth, would make for a half-way decent politician. Only to be compared with Lucian’s definition of what a great politician would be.

He viewed strong politicians as being pugnacious and ready to action. They would have to be immensely intelligent along with a substantial amount of wit. Also, a good amount of meticulous reticence and social dignity would be a must. "The history of the world is but the biography of great men,” as Thomas Carlyle put it. Lucian would agree with the notion that history is built by great men of their time.

However, Lucian did not view strong men by their character. In fact, he was indifferent. He saw cruel men as having devoted ambition versus the flamboyant being particularly influential. Personality wasn’t a factor in determining great men, but their visions and power was. Personality and character were just a formality of human nature.

Lucian’s attention turned to Calib’s small talk and the McTavish dogs. The images went through his mind, as they always did: some husky dog out whoring around with some wolf – disregarding mating rituals and status, following her own heat to the thighs of a strong, yet senseless, wolf. Even so clever a creature as a wolf couldn’t keep in line to the temptation of some stupid dog. Animals were just as screwed up as people.

”By no fault of my own; I found her while I was out hunting,” Lucian shrugged, recollecting the small pup shivering on top of a snow bank – abandoned no doubt. Lucian wasn’t always terribly cruel. Some things just struck him, like the image of the poor puppy. He slept with several unknown women, he backstabbed many men in the county, or even destroyed environments for his diamond mines, but he just didn’t have the conscience to keep walking. Was it a sign of weakness, or a sign of a soul? It was always the little things…

But Lucian’s conscience seemed to make no pang when tedious things appeared – like now.

”I’ll stick with a beer,” Lucian replied indignantly, ”And don’t think of them so much as friends or people; they’re merely free prostitutes – which I’ve heard, is right in your price range, Mr. Farrier. Shall I buy them a drink? Then it’s practically like me paying them to have sex with you – which is pretty much what it would take,” Lucian finished with a sardonic series of short laughs, honestly having no idea what he just said until after the words had been uttered - which happened a lot, when Lucian got ruffled when he was drunk. A sort of speak first, think later switched got flicked in his head.

But if only Arian wasn’t so terribly tedious. The man was on opposite lines of the playing field, quite frankly. While Lucian was out for big business and industry, Arian was out hugging trees or doing other silly things that pro-environmentalists do. Not to mention he was completely wearisome. Lucian figured that if he could perhaps ice Mr. Farrier away then Luce wouldn’t have to put up with him. Besides, Arian was completely innocuous; right? It wasn’t as if he was going to fist one in Lucian’s face.

fresh 'n feverishly {fantastic}
Full name:
Alexander Theodore Thomas
Nicknames:
Sandy
Age:
17 - Junior
Gender:
Male

let's leave lasting {lesions}
Sandy stands at an average 5'11" and weighs in at about 140 pounds. His body type is average for a young male at the epitome of his youth. Strong yet smooth, Sandy has no "rippling mass of muscles" like the surrounding jocks, but isn't totally bereft. Sandy is well-built and is content with what his body naturally has. He is slightly lean, if anything. Sandy's body is also well-proportioned, with good lines and loads of potential. His skin has a soft, golden glow color.

A square face with a prominent jaw, Sandy has. He has a long, expressive forehead that falls onto two slightly unruly brows. He has clear, glassy blue eyes that are as cold as winter. His face has a distinctly boyish quality, but very mature at the same time. He allows a bit of stubble to adorn his jaw, mostly because he's too lazy to shave it. His hair is shortly cropped and a unique, dirty-blonde color with many different shades of strands.

Sandy's walk contains a confident swagger with long strides. He moves fluidly, but with hardly any elegance. However, Sandy has a distinct bodily awareness and can scale a room crowded with people and not bump into a single one with ease. He doesn't leave a spot unless he has an exact idea where he wants to go, and won't stop until he gets there. Sandy doesn't enjoy wandering around, looking like a fool.

Sandy's clothing style is nothing spectacular. It has a "grunge" flair, but he doesn't fret over what he puts on. Most of the time is consists of a practical pair of low-slung blue jeans and a well-fitting tee. He doesn't care much for accessories and such things, or even ironing for that matter. Sandy does own nice clothes - just in case he has a date or whatnot. He cleans up amazingly well - partially because it's so rare that he does.

Sandy has a tattoo that he got during spring break on his left flank. It's a Celtic lion's head in pure black ink. He vacillates between liking it and disliking it sometimes, but he usually doesn't care much for it. Flaw-wise, Sandy seems to jump out of his skin when he is angry - literally. The tendons on his neck pop out as well as his veins. Even when he's trying to hide his anger, these are a dead give away, and very unflattering.

positively personal {preferences}
Sandy's dispassionate nature precedes everything else. Tending to be so cool that he's completely freezing, Sandy is generally nonchalant and rarely cares for details. He's not care-less, per say, because he considers others' feelings substantially, but he doesn't freak out if something doesn't go right. Nothing is, will ever, or was, a "big deal" for Sandy Thomas. He remains unfazed.

And unamused, alike. Sandy is not big on humor. The closest he ever gets to laughing is a wry smirk. He likes dry, sarcastic humor best, and puns the least. He is about as funny as a rock - unless that in itself is funny. Sandy is clever and sardonic, but it's always very hurtful rather than funny. He doesn't find joy in much, and getting him to loosen up is always a problem.

When Sandy has a conversation it's usually "all business". If he doesn't find anything interesting to converse on, he's quite happy to just say absolutely nothing at all. And don't feel bad - Sandy would rather not talk than talk about something entirely fruitless. Interruption is a no-no - when Sandy is working (he does frequently) there will be no stopping him unless the world is crashing down. He loathes wasting time and those who do.

Don't consider Sandy "mean" - just blatantly honest and frank. Sandy tells things like he sees them, not trying to be mean or fractious, but just candid. In fact, he avoids trouble as much as possible. A jerk wouldn't open the door for a lady, or offer tutoring services - which is exactly what Sandy does. He's quite polite, actually, just more or less socially inept.

But, nobody screws Sandy over and gets away with it. His definition of revenge has no boundaries and knows no limits. He is naturally hot-tempered, but can control it. However, when things get out of hand, Sandy can really let loose. Sandy is quite fearless and knows how to handle himself well.

Sandy never has girlfriends around, but doesn't satisfy his needs on the two-dollar whores either. He's quite content on being independent, and almost doesn't like company. He is no virgin, but is also not a sex-addict either. Besides, Sandy's not the most romantic person in the world. He is a down-and-dirty, get-it-over-with-and-move-on type of lover and never looks back. Although, he has been known to be floored by the occasional "someone special", however rare.

brutally back-listed 'n {banished}
Sandy Thomas' parents, Marie Anne and Gerard Marx, met while on a trip to Somalia. The two's love was instantaneous. Marie, a member of the peace-corps, and Gerard a photojournalist, made for the perfect "world changing" couple. The two travelled the world together for some time, getting married "unnofficially" in a small province of China after the locals insisted. This went on for five years before Marie was pregnant with Sandy, and she didn't even realize it until she was into her first trimester.

Sandy was born prematurely in the port city of Mombosa in a small, cramped hotel. Because of the poor quality of hospitals at that time, the Thomas' decided that he had an equal shot being born anywhere else. Sandy made it through and became increasingly healthy with each passing day. Within a few weeks they took a plane to London to take a break and raise Sandy properly. They lived in a small country house that was a few miles to the nearest town, which was friendly and endearing.

Everyone loved the Thomas family. They helped restore the community whenever they had a spare moment and gave medicinal help for free. Sandy had lots of friends and spent most of his free time running rampant around the woods behind his house pretending his was a lion - his favorite animal. Thirteen peaceful years went by.

By that time Marie and Gerard were itching to get back into what they were doing formerly, and to bring Sandy along to turn him into a humanitarian. Unfortunately, times had changed, along with the foreign cities they visited. Most of the African cities were ridden with violence and the Chinese didn't want to aknowledge their existance - it was as if no one wanted help anymore. The Thomas' did what they could, for it was in their spirit to help.

During this time Sandy's sense of adventure was spilling over. He was young, and quickly grew accustomed to harsh times. He loved the long hikes through the rainforests and camping. Danger was nothing to him, which gave him a false sense of invincibility. That was all about to come crashing down.

A few years later the Thomas' were making their way through a part of Brazil when they were caught in the line of fire by a group of anarchist rebels. Marie and Gerard were shot almost instantaneously while Sandy narrowly escaped. Nothing much could be done now. Sandy was devastated and left with a bitter taste of misantropism to this very day.

He was taken in by his uncle Craig who lived in San Francisco. The guy was a basic jack-ass, the "bad blood" of the Thomas family, but the only living relative. Sandy only had to put up with him for a few years before he was given over to the Guildwood Academy. Craig couldn't take much of being a father either. It was for the best though, as Sandy was seriously considering running away until this point.

Sandy has decided to redirect his life into hard-studying and excellent grades. He wants to become a politician to make a better world, and it keeps him busy.

a frankly fractious {family}
Gerard {father}

Marie {mother}

Craig {uncle}




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[Jude Castor]

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