Post by Lost on Jul 27, 2010 1:44:53 GMT -5
Name: Bolivar “Barty” Avaritia Smith
Gender: Male
Age: 23
DOB: August 23rd
Species: Human
Appearance: Barty is six foot tall and lanky. He looks like a folding chair or a large vulture when he squats. His skin is pale and his hands and feet are large, his hands similar to spiders. He’s got a strong, European jaw line. Its square and strongly set; depending on how well he’s feeling its either clean shaven or dabbled with dark stubble. His face is open and almost always there’s a face cracking grin under a slightly crooked nose. His eyes are heterochromatic, one being black(left) the other being warm, sparkling blue(right). The vision in the blue one is poor and he has to wear a monocle over it. His hair is black and curly at the ends.
His clothing is usually simple, black and white in color. He has a trench style coat that’s riddled with varying sizes of pockets to which he keeps his various odds and ends in. These include but are not excluded to his pipe and tobacco, a nice baggy of weed, a few bottles of suspicious drink, and a few packs of cigarettes along with whatever else he may have pit pocketed off of someone. Underneath his coat, he wears a simple, long sleeve button ups and dark slacks to go with them. He keeps a black fedora with a red feather on occasionally and sometimes walks with a cane. Black dress shoes complete his gentlemanly appearance.
Barty also has a think, British accent.
Personality: Bolivar is absolutely barking mad. He loves things that glitter and when he sees something he wants, his eyes glitter just as much as the item does. He's crazy, in all honesty but hardly short tempered. It takes withdrawl to get him really angry and its hardly ever that he goes through.
He has an opposite reaction to near death moments. When he is in a life threatening situation, instead of loosing his head and peein' his pants like a pansy, he grins and almost seems glad. That could have something to do with the fact that doing drugs and alchohol cause him to go into hidden spouts of maniac depression. He's trying to kill himself but unfortunantly he always manages to have his brain over ride the rest of him and it usually gets him out of trouble.
When you first meet Barty and you give him a quick once over, he seems sophisticated, eloquent, and even maybe well educated. Don't get me wrong, he is educated, but he's not sophisticated. Its after you start really talking to him that you see he's not the most level headed person in the world. In truth, he doesn't really know how to function and he's a bit clingy, teetering on the edge of being a nymphomaniac or a sociopath. But don't worry, he's not highly dangerous in anyway and the worst that can happen while he's hugging you or whatever, is you have the possiblity of having a missing wallet after he departs.
He's also pretty greedy about all his items, not really one to share unless forced to.
Quirks: What isn't a quirk? Besides his affinity for cigarrettes and "toe-back-oh", he also has a tendency to resort to drug use and alchohol consumption as mentioned above. Also, he is a serious kleptomaniac. He loves shiny objects and will steal them, whether they be useless or not. He is also sensitive to sugar, tobacco, and alchohol, but no one is quite sure why. When he goes into a moment of doomed highness, he often starts to sing as well.
Likes: Shiny things, gold, cell phones, small gadgets(he likes to make them make noise. XD), noisy objects, valuable items, stealing, out smarting, being him, drugs(only on one day out of every year mostly. Unless he has a crummeh time), alchohol, "toe-back-oh", being a wise ass, kareoke, singing, dancing, laughing, books, keeping his monocle clean, black eyes, the color orange or red
Dislikes: His family, being out smarted, having his precious coat stolen, having items taken away from him, losing things, his birthday, holidays(Christmas, Thanksgiving, and such), having to use money
History: Father: Tavas Superbia Smith
Mother: Razi Luxuria Smith
Other Family: Beck Gula Smith(Older Brother by a minute), Bien Ira Smith(Younger brother by a minute), Peniniya Invidia Adams(Aunt from mother's side), and Nadian Acedia Adams
Barty was the middle of triplets, his brothers being born a few minutes before or after himself. From day one, the pecking order was established and quickly one would see favoritism was a problem for the family of seven, if you included his envious Aunt and his sloth like cousin. Beck was often the one to garner the most attention while Bien was one to distance himself from his parents, quickly becoming their failure and bain of existence. Barty, however, was stuck in the middle. It almost seemed as though his family didn't care what happened to him and the boy soon to be a man turned to the only thing that got him attention: Crime.
His first criminal act was larceny and continued to be so. When he was 8, he wondered down the street to the small shop and stole a toy he had been wanting so terribly. Unfortunately he was caught by the watch at the door and was made to put it back before being drug home. His parents were displeased and punished, giving him what he wanted from the beginning. The attention he garnered from his criminal acts reinforced his want to steal and he continued to do so through the many years of his life.
However negative the attention was, it quickly shaped his greedy nature. He struck out on his own at nineteen and took to caring for himself. Times were rough and he picked up bad habits, such as smoking, legal and illegal, and drinking. He enjoyed the buzz and the warm feeling both gave him. Even smoking tobacco seemed to give him a glazed dreamy look. When he was 22 he returned to the city of his birth and continued his reign, earning several thousands of dollars in stolen objects. His favorite object, however, he would never give up.
When he first ran away, he took up an honest job to hide his dishonest pleasure. He worked as an apprentice for a tailor who always gypped him in his pay. One day, the man finished making a coat, saying it was his life’s work. The coat itself was hardly anything to be impressed about. It was your average black coat, being trench like in style. The most interesting thing about it, however, was the amount of pockets it contained, all ranging in different sizes. The largest were towards the bottom and almost big enough to fit a 3' tall statue inside sideways. The smallest lined the sleeves and were barely big enough to fit a pebble inside.
Attracted by the many hiding places and secrets, Barty stole the jacket and took off for the hills, leaving a very angry tailor...
Now back in the city, however, the coat proved extremely useful. It allowed him easy storage of various items as he made his heists and often enough saved his skin when the owner of the house was around and getting him tea. It was easy to slip something small into his coat without the owner being any the aware.
Over time, he grew to want companions and accomplices. It is what fueled his decision to go and get his first pokemon…
Roleplay Example: One of my best written uses for Barty is actually a solo on another site… as such, its pretty damn long. I’ll post the link for it though, be fore warned that it is a little on the more mature side. Full warning is at the top~ Oh yeah! Its Digimon~
Secret Words:[whisper=admin]Absol uses Black Holes[/whisper]
