Ross Smith

[aestheticAvenger]

Full Name: Ross Smith              

Gender: Male

Height & Weight: 4’11” and 92 lbs

Birthdate: September 9th

Age: 15


Physical appearance: Standing tall at an inch below five feet, with the build of a stick figure, and with a face that's gotten you mistaken for a girl more than once, you are not the most intimidating fella to walk the earth. In fact, you’ve had far more fucking people refer to you as “adorable” rather than scary, much to your chagrin.
  But what you lack in height, you make up with attitude. You will carry yourself like you are ten feet tall, goddamnit. You might trip over shit and fall flat on your ass, but you are bound and determined to pick yourself up again and strut your shit.
  Clothing wise, you keep it simple. Jeans, t-shirt, sneakers, and the orange letterman jacket your grandma brought back from a trip.




Personality: You’d say you probably don’t have the most appealing personality in the world. Awe hell, you’re just going to come out to say it, you’re a prick. You’re moody, paranoid, impatient, you cuss at everyone and everything, and you’ve seemed to have more enemies than friends. You’re not sure why you’re this way, but it you’re just stuck like this.
  Honestly, it’s not like you think it’s fun. You do try to get along with the few friends you have, but the majority of the time, you drive new people away.
  Maybe it has more to do with you just hating unfamiliar people. Folks that you don’t know can be scary. You never know if a person is really being genuine and nice when they smile at you, or if they’re just waiting to dump a bucket of ranch on you while your back is turned and lock you in the janitor's closet.
  No, you’ve just seen the bad side of people enough to know that sometimes, it’s less of a pain to keep them at arm’s length just enjoy your solitude.
  There’s also the other issue. You’re just paranoid and closed off in general, but not for any reason you feel like you can talk about. Well, you could, but there’s no sane person on earth who would believe you.
  You have weird, weird dreams. Dreams that actually do come true, but also don't. You’ll dream about an event you haven't seen, like Lily Mason slipping on a puddle of congealed pudding at lunch and face-planting onto the floor next to your seat. And low-and-fucking-behold, it happens that very same day, and you’re left staring at a puddle of spit, blood, and dirty crappy pudding as the teachers rush her to the nurse’s office. Or you'll dream of something that has already happened and see it in full view. Like the time you watched the principal pull money out of the school account to pay for the mortgage on his new house. Then hear about him getting arrested a week later.
  You honestly just been trying to chalk these up to coincidental hallucinations or those “deja vu brain glitches”. You see a lot of things you don't care to see, and you really would like to think that they aren't actually true. But they’ve only gotten worse and more accurate as you’ve gotten older.
  You’ve started having nightmares. Bad, bad nightmares. You dream about the human race going extinct, the earth being destroyed, and people being slaughtered like cattle in front of you.
  You’ve turned in an insomniac in the past few months. The nightmares being the main cause, but not just because of them. Grandma told you that you’ve started doing more than just sleeping. She’s said that you’ve started sleepwalking around the house. You’ll stare blankly at the walls, dead-eyed like a fish and spouting out random gibberish non-stop. She’s said that it’s almost impossible to keep track of what you say, but she’s caught something about “ a storm in a golden city” and how “everything will have start again, we’re all doomed”. It was incredibly disturbing, both for her to see and you to hear.
  So now you’ve taken to sleeping as little as possible. It’s in no way healthy, and you know that, but it’s the only thing you can think to do that will help.
  Overall, you are paranoid and defensive. For reasons you don’t think you open up about.  

Handle: tartarologyCritic

Typing Style: You type in perfect grammar because you like for people to have a fucking clue of what you’re saying. Your style is actually pretty dull, no quirks or anything to speak of. Outside of the fact that you desperately try to hide the fact you have a southern accent. And sometimes it slips out. Ain’t easy to hide, ya know. Color Code #FF8700

Eye color: Orange

Symbol: Off/On symbol

Guardian: Weird Granny


Strengths:
  You are a very, very smart kid. You are the guy most people come to if they have a problem that needs sorting out or solving. Puzzle and thinking-based issues are your fucking bread and butter.
  You are an undyingly loyal motherfucker. If you have a buddy in need, you won’t think twice before helping them.
  You can come at most problems from an unbiased perspective if you need to.
  You have a handy little ability to set your emotions to the side to solve a bigger issue and just look at it rationally.
  Your foresight is on point. It’s easy as shit for you to be able to tell where things will end up.  
  You’re a straightforward, honest fella. Not really because you want to be, but more because of you're just terrible at lying.

Weaknesses:
  You have your own ideas about the nature of aggression. You’re used to being picked on, so you’re quick to attack before you can be attacked.
  You tend to be pretty hard on people, but being a perfectionist, you’re even more unforgiving on yourself. You tend to really grind down on mistakes, even to the point of punishing yourself.  
  You have a bad habit of overestimating your intellect. You study things you’re really better off not knowing or something that is flat out dangerous to study. You’d like to be the expert on whatever you’re into, so you will take all the risks to be the best at something. Even to the point disregarding common sense.
  You are not an “emotions” kinda guy. Not in the sense of being emotionless, but more along the lines of you just don’t know what the fuck to do with them. Whether dealing with your own or dealing with others. ]
  Your eyesight is pretty bad. Like, really bad. You have diagnosed astigmatism, so you have to wear special glasses to be able to see fucking anything.

Fears/Insecurities: You are always nervous about what you don’t know. Deep down, you’re afraid that one thing you don’t know about will be the thing to do you in, or worse. You’ll find about the horrible, inevitable thing that is heading your way and you won’t be able to do anything to stop it.
  Being smart is part of your identity at this point, and to be honest, you really, really don’t like meeting someone who’s smarter than you. Makes you feel obsolete and useless. Because let’s be real here, your smarts are the only thing that makes you helpful. You are the go-to guy for information and if you fail on that, you’ve lost your purpose. And that is fucking inexcusable.
  Also, ever since you were a kid, you've been deathly afriad of thunderstorms. You just go into straight up panic mode whenever you hear the sound of thunder.


Likes: Books, dogs, anime, deepweb lore, film noir, urban legends, and clockwork.

Dislikes: Superstition, country music, kawaii weeaboo shit, storms, loud noises, and birds.

Hobbies: Writing, reading, internet browsing, solving puzzels.

Driving Force: To learn EVERYTHING and use that knowledge for the greater good.


God Tier Title: Mage of Light

Land: Land of Lighthouses and LEDs

Derse or Prospit: Prospit

Strife Specibus: iPadkind + Broomkind/Staffkind

Fetch Modus: You have the Social Media Modus, it was a gift from your grandma to try to get you to "socialize more". It's an Array type, but every time you captchalogue/eject an item, the modus automatically posts this to your Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter, Myspace, Friendster, Youtube, or any other account you could have. It's absolutely pointless, but you hate using it. What if you captchalogue something private? You don't need that shit out there.


Describe your character in three words: Here’s this motherfucker.

If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?: A working yacht with WiFi and a laptop.

If your character could change anything about themselves, what would they change?: You’d like to not be such a mistake.

Your character opens their fridge; what do they see?: Milk, applesauce, soda, ice cream… When the fuck is grandma going shopping, again?

Other: N/A

#Human #Mage #Light

[tlo]

Hey, you might have missed it but, we recently changed our template! The new one for human kids is right here. It's not too much of a problem, since it was mostly just rearranging things and cutting out unnecessary parts, but you do have to add a fetch modus section- I'm not going to make you copy and paste everything into the new template because there's no practical difference besides you having the 'describe your character in three words' things and such, and the fetch modus part.
So yeah, get that in there and you'll be good to go! Nice character as always though, I legit love the blocks of text.

[aestheticAvenger]

Hey thanks dude, and thanks for the heads up! I'll add the thing.

[tlo]

Aaaand you're approved!
Again, good job on the sheets.

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