Name: Tanvir [Veer] GillNickname: N/A
Age: 19
Birthday: December 2nd
Sign: Sagittarius
Gemstone: Topaz
Blood Type: Type B
Fav. Food: Dark Chocolate.
Hated Food: White Chocolate. It's not even ******** chocolate.
School: HITS!!
Hobbies:
Looking for Group - Veer lives at his computer. This means pocket projects, browsing the internet, or just chatting in his IRC channel. It also means a s**t ton of World of Warcraft. His main is an 85 Undead Rogue named Seconds, and he spends a more than healthy amount of time wandering into Alliance territory to gank night elves. He really hates night elves.
Head Banger - Concerts are where Veer gets most of his human interaction. In particular, heavy metal concerts; he likes it when the music is loud and the crowd is extremely rowdy. He's not terribly social, so there's something about the anonymity of being knocked around by a surging crowd of [generally drunk] people that is much more appealing than a quieter kind of event. Gwar is always a particularly good time.
Big Eyes, Small Mouth - Veer's IRC channel is a small group of geeky young men who have been internet friends for a solid five years at this point -- and who are all rather obsessed with anime. Between them, they download and share just about everything as it comes out, and watch at least the first few episodes of each series.
Virtues:
Me and Google - The language of computers came to Veer easy; potentially too easy. When he was younger, thirteen or fourteen, he used this talent to make trouble, and got in more than a bit of trouble for it. Nowadays, he just is a whiz when it comes to coding, programming, databases, and anything else you can manipulate with a keyboard. At the moment, he's most of the way through a comp sci degree [on the internet, of course], but he does pretty well even without the BS, with knowledge gleaned from books and practice and projects.
Stand by You - Most of Veer's friends were met through the internet, and primarily remain friends on the internet. However, those few people who he considers close -- whether he's met them person to person or only through text -- he will stick by to a rabid degree, plugging his ears when people say something negative, or shouting insults -- all in caps if necessary -- at those spewing what must be obvious lies. That's what friends do.
Center of Interest - Perhaps the cause of his skill with a computer, or at the very least a contributing factor, is Veer's focus. Once he's started working [or watching a movie, or playing WoW, or whatever the focus of the evening might be], his attention hardly wavers for anything. While this might mean sometimes he forgets to eat, it also means that he can get work done fast and well, doesn't lose track of what he's doing, and doesn't wander away from something halfway completed.
Jury-rigged - Since much of what Veer knows he taught himself through books and practice, he doesn't exactly produce the most elegant solutions to problems. Instead, he comes up with innovative and unusual ones. Roundabout methods that eventually get the job done at least show that he has a creative mind, and that he doesn't give up just because the "proper" answer eludes him.
Flaws:
What You Own - It's not exactly nice things that matter to Veer, but expensive ones. In a computer, he likes much more power than he could ever really need, his monitors as big as he can manage. He really likes shiny things, and frequently judges other people on the things they own as well. People have called him materialistic and shallow, and they're at least half right.
Pig's Sty - Veer's more than a bit of a slob. His desk, until someone yells at him or caves and cleans up for him, is littered with old soda cans and take out wrappers, his trash cans usually over-flowing, his floor at home covered with dirty laundry. He's the kind of guy who wears the same jeans for a solid two weeks, and who might just turn his boxers inside out to get a second day out of them. He loses things in the mess of his apartment. Laundry is his enemy.
I Said I'd Do What? - The flip side to Veer's focus is a certain level of inattentiveness and forgetfulness -- because when he's completely caught up in one project, he's very likely to completely lose track of another. If he's working, it's possible that small things like food will totally slip his mind. Bills will pile up in the mess of his apartment, unimportant in the face of the code he's wading through. He'll forget everything but the important assignment in front of him.
@$%((@($! - It's largely the online gaming and the crowd he hangs out with, but time spent with a bunch of foul-mouthed teenagers has turned him into the exact same sort. Veer believes that cursing makes him seem older, and also gives him a certain edge that he certainly doesn't need. He thinks that it's badass, when really it's more laughable. Saying '********' ten times in one conversation doesn't make you sound cool, it makes you sound like a moron.
Current Occupation: Information Technology.
Eyes: Amber/gold.
Hair: Very dark red, with gold streaks in the front. It's buzzed on the sides, and would be a mohawk if he ever bothered putting it up -- but he doesn't, so it usually just falls limply to one side.
Face: His skin is a dark, warm olive, with a dark beauty mark near his nose under his right eye.
Clothes: Think a little bit punk rock; bondage pants and spiked boots and metal band t-shirts and leather jackets.
