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PROFILE U/C
J A Y * T H A L A M U S
Nickname: FOUR-EYES, Brat, Smartass, Shy Guy, Boy of Horrifc Sciences
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Birth Date: October 10
Birth Place: Somewhere in Canada
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 157 lbs
Body Type: "Skinny lil s**t"
Race/Species: Human
Eye Color: Green with blue flecks
Hair Color and Style: Usually well kempt and tied in a small ponytail
Parents: Classified (Shown in Character Bio)
Siblings: Only child
Other Family: None
Pets: Does his experiments count?
Temperament: Compare him to a child--he's loud, obnoxious and quite stubborn, and it only worsens by the tens when he's working in his personal lab.
Method of Handling Anger or Rage: WHINES.
Admirable Traits: "Determined brat"
Negative Traits: "ANNOYING BRAT"
Bad Habits/Vices: He makes obvious remarks over people's physical traits and pesters on and on about it. He's also quite the stutterer when he's flustered.
Skills, Abilities and Talents: He's got a thing for....dissection. He also has a fondness for swinging objects, like tennis rackets and baseball bats.
Fears: Having to be send home to his parents--both dead or alive.
Dislikes: Flan, failed experiments, the army's food
Interests: His own experiments, rock, sketching
Favorite Pastimes: Working on his next victim project, dawdling around with his theories in his head, doodling in his book
Occupation: Corporal (Specializes in Combative Sciences)
Favorite Food: Instant Noodles,
Favorite Drink: Soda pop
Least Favorite Food: Cakes and confectionery sweets (Explained in Character Bio)
Least Favorite Drink: Tea, coffee
Clothing Styles/Favorite Outfit: Blazers, or a trenchcoat
Favorite Type of Music: Rock
Theme Song: Twisted Little Boy
Speaking Style: Bratty teenager, only becoming childish when he is vulnerable.
Sense of Humor: He thinks his own triumphs are pretty cool. No, they're not.
Best Friend: N/A
Love: Prince N/A
Enemies: Anyone who dares to mock his theories. That and his parents.
As seen by others: "Who the ******** raised THAT delinquent?! And he PASSED university?!"
Philosophy of Life: Play with life, like a predatory cat with a mouse.
Most Painful Things in One's Life: Dealing with the transition of rich-boy life into the life of a soldier. Then again, he was born as a scientist...so, what change?
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"Oi, Jay. S-Sorry I-I disappeared"
He blushed a little and scratched the back of his head some
"I-I had to go do something for the army...b-but i rushed back"
C-Cause I don't want you to t-think I'm annoying just popping up and h-hanging out with you
*he coughed nervously and blushed some more*
I-I don't want you to...like...start to hate me
Cause I like your company, did ya ever think of that??
*he chuckled more, taking a step towards him*
Y-You don't mind do you?
*He asked looking down at Jay curiously*
Maybe I just wanted to s-see you
*Blushes still pouting*
OI! JAY!!
*He chuckled as he hugged him from behind*
Hai. You are the only one who remembers me, Jay-baka.
-Eyes look towards the side-
....You only do because we trained as rookies together.