xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx[ with color commentary by Tomi ]Name: Tomi Lethin
[thanks for the name, grandpa… Christ, I sound like a Finnish farmer]Nickname: None
[It’s two goddamn syllables. You really need it longer? ]Age: Eighteen
[but the ID says 22, baby ]Birthday: November 19
[send cash ] Sign: Scorpio
[the hell is a Scorpio? ] Gemstone: Topaz
[I think I got a couple of them somewhere ]Blood Type: AB+
[some suckers downtown would prefer I had left a bigger sample on the street ]Fav. Food: Firecracker Chicken and Funnel Cakes
[and anything someone else paid for ] Hated Food: Broccoli
[I can’t eat something that smells like I live with my grandmother] and Shrimp
[they are giant bugs, I don’t freaking care what they call them ]School: Hillworth
[ Way harder to play hookie than at my old school, but not impossible as it turns out ]Hobbies: Three-Card Monty: A very old scam game run on the street, Tomi’s quick hands are well suited to putting the queen of hearts exactly where he wants her to go. Of course, the game is usually run by people who need the money, not spoiled brats with more money in their pocket than half the marks in front of them. The money he wins isn’t for spending. It’s just a way to keep score. Almost none of the friends he runs the scam with know he then goes home to a large, expensive mansion and generous parents or back to an expensively lavish school.
[find the lady… ]Exploration/Trespassing: Have you put a lock on that gate? Is there a “Keep Out” sign posted on a door? These are as beacons of instant attraction to Tomi. The allure of being somewhere other people cannot or will not go is almost irresistible. It feels like being king of your own little world when you’re the only one around. And of course, there are secrets in places people don’t want you to be. Having someone’s secrets is having power over them.
[I wonder what’s behind door number one… ]Cookery: The only legitimate hobby, learning to cook began as one more way to break the rules. Cooking is for the help, something you pay other people to do, at least according to his parents. So he gave it a shot. And after making more mess than should be possible for a six year old, little Tomi got periodic lessons from the family cook. He took to the kitchen like a duck to water and can in fact make a soufflé. Not that he will admit this.
[these cookies? I…stole them. Yup. Completely stole them and didn’t bake them last night in the school kitchens when I couldn’t sleep or anything ]Virtues: Fearless: Tomi won’t back down from a challenge, from a dangerous situation, or from common sense. More brave than sensible, Tomi will charge into situations without thinking, but he will do the same for a friend or even an enemy in the right circumstances. Fear won’t hold him back in whatever he decides to do, right or wrong. This trait also keeps him from panicking when things go wrong.
[ I aint afraid of no ghosts ]Generous: Not an intentional virtue, but growing up rich and privileged hasn’t lead to Tomi being miserly. Rather, he doesn’t value money or possession the way he does experiences. This means if he has something someone needs, he wouldn’t hesitate to give it to them. Evening the playing field that way can even make it more fun when he manages to trick them later on.
[just take it. I’m not using it. Idiot ]Flaws: Dishonest: If Tomi tells you something, or even simply implies it, there’s no guarantee that he isn’t lying to your face. He enjoys pretending to be things he isn’t, and likes watching people when they believe a complete fabrication he’s come up with. That entertainments is almost always worth more to him than the trust of another human being.
[trust me… ]Hot Headed: It doesn’t take all that much to get Tomi going. The concept of losing, whether it’s a game, an argument, or just a scam, can set him off. His mouth is bigger than he is, and it comes out in full force, insulting or swearing at anything that gets under his skin. This flaw has also resulted in a few black eyes and bloody noses, when his mouth and inability to back down team up and go against larger and stronger opponents.
[what did you say to me, you baboon’s a**? ]Lack of Guilt: Tomi doesn’t get along well with basic rules of interaction, things like not giving the bouncer a fake ID and not telling the large jock that he smells like a rabit dog’s armpit. While he might pay for such things with a beatdown or two months of scrubbing bathrooms, what he does
not suffer from is a tormented conscience. Tomi just can’t feel bad about the things he does. He might regret getting caught, but it takes quite a bit to make him regret a bad idea.
[next time, it’ll work ]PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Eyes: A lovely bright ruby red
[considered contacts once, but why bother? ]Hair: A fluffed up bang
style with neatly shaved sides, Tomi’s hair is a deliberate ode to rolling out of bed. The color is a dark brown, dark enough to edge into black, which is how he refers to it. He likes that the style doesn’t require too much upkeep, saving him time in the morning when he’s half asleep. Lack of gel also keeps it soft, something he strove for after discovering it feels amazing when a date runs their fingers through it.
[that’s right, I literally wake up like this ]Face: A face shaped like a pinched oval leading to a pointed chin that would work better in a fairy cosplay than on the street punk he would like people to think he was, Tomi has twice pierced ears, a ring on his lower lip, and a silver stud through his tongue. The earrings change day to day, though he’s always favored a red color to highlight his eyes, a half hearted concession to vanity.
[I had more hoops, but it turns out people can get a grip on those. Studs are better ]Clothes: Tomi prefers comfortable, unremarkable clothes. The jeans and tee shifts all look like something you could pick up at Walmart, until you get a glance at the label. His usual outfit is a sleeveless shirt, probably in the darker colors, possibly with a favorite band plastered across the front, and jeans that hug without cutting off circulation. His shoes are basic sneakers, the kind that let you run the hell away when someone screams for security.
[formal is not my style ]
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