HOLMES, thomas michal

[THOMAS MICHAL HOLMES]

thomasmichalholmes

[/i][/size][/center]

testing, testing, one two three. alright, here we go.
i'm Elly but i guess you might've already
known that little bit. or maybe not, who knows. i've been
roleplaying for about 2.75 years. more or less.
so yeah, i'm pretty alive. i also own Ellyse Williams
you can reach me through pm/chat so yeah. have a good day!

[/center]

tonight we lie awake, remember how the coffee made us shake

[/i][/font][/center][/color]

( T H E B A S I C S )

( F U L L N A M E )[/color] Thomas Michal Holmes
( N I C K N A M E )[/color] Tony
( A G E )[/color] Thirty-four
( B I R T H D A Y )[/color] Fifteenth of August
( G R A D E )[/color] Teacher
( S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N )[/color] Heterosexual
( J O B )[/color] A teacher
( S U B J E C T )[/color] Science

i've got your picture, i'm coming with you, dear maria count me in

[/i][/font][/center][/color]

( A P P E A R A N C E )

( H A I R )[/color] Shaggy, black
( E Y E CO L O R )[/color] Brown
( H E I G H T )[/color] 5'9"
( W E I G H T )[/b][/color] 164lbs
( T A T T O O S )[/color] An Eagle on his chest
( P I E R C I N G S )[/color] Yeah, no
( C L O T H I N G S T Y L E )[/color] Honestly, whatever the hell looks presentable, hell, anything that fits.
( F A C E C L A I M )[/color] Robert Downey Jr.

manage me, i'm a mess, turn a page, i'm a book half unread

[/i][/font][/center][/color]

( P E R S O N A L I T Y )

( L I K E S )[/color] Science, women, philosophy, running, sweets, sex, alcohol, pipes, dogs, teaching, and working out.
( D I S L I K E S )[/b][/color] Disruptive classes, horses, cats, birds, rudeness, disrespect, students with rather low maturity levels, grading, and repeating himself.
( S T R E N G T H S )[/color] Science, philosophy, intellect, calmness, reason, and strength.
( W E A K N E S S E S )[/b][/color] Irritation, disruptive going ons, anger, stubbornness, and loved ones.
( H O B B I E S / H A B I T S )[/color] Whistling, hitting student's desks with a ruler, teasing students
( F E A R S )[/color] Loosing his job and honestly, horses
( S E C R E T S )[/color] Used to smoke Marijuana and once dated a prostitute.
( O V E R A L L )[/color]
Insane? Not at all. Cynical? Condescending? Rude? Very. Stupid? You would be insane to think that. Smart? Brilliant is more like it! Yeah, Tony isn't the most humble of people, obviously. Yet, he does usually tend to meet his views of himself, even if they are pretty high. So is he vain? To put it lightly, yes.

You would think with all that he would hate teaching, but no, he absolutely adores it. I swear, he's an enigma. A bloody complicated one too, as if all enigmas aren't. It's something about actually teaching the next generations something useful that gives him pride. Don't worry, some students still annoy the shite out of him.

Back to that brilliance if his, Mr. Holmes should actually be Dr. Holmes. No, he is not a Doctor, but has a doctorate. He probably would have students call him by his official title, but he just lets then call him Mister. A bit out of character, but remember, enigmas.

Tony is a heatly person as well, every day he goes on a three mile run and does other manly excersises. His eating must unfortuantly be healthy. This is why he enjoys sweets and alcohol whenever he can have it, it's a rare, well earned treat. Or so he tells himself while stuffing his face.

leaning now into the breeze, remembering sunday he falls to his knees.

[/i][/font][/center][/color]

( H I S T O R Y )

( M O M )[/color] Rose. 78. Retired.
( D A D )[/b][/color] Robert. 77. Retired.
( S I S T E R S )[/b][/color] Alison. 10. Dead.
( B R O T H E R S )[/b][/color] Rupert. 3 months. Dead.
( P E T S )[/b][/color] Sherlock. Dog. Border Collie. 7.
( O V E R A L L )[/b][/color]

Tony grew up in a nice home in London with his two parents. They both had respectable jobs that brought in a fair am mount of money each. It was a good way to grow up. As a child his parents would always read him Sheelock Holmes stories. They were obsessed with him, something to do with the last name, probably. Whatever it was, Sherlock was some sort of role model to him.

His thirst for knowledge grew with age, he raced through school and even skipped his first and second years, he didn't need them. Impressed? Hmm, well this is a smart kid. So as you may have guessed, he was able to enter college two years early. In case you're wondering where he went, it was the University of Oxford.

In his years of collage, Tony majored in Science. Obviously, he did well. As well as getting a doctorate in Science, he got a masters in both Math and History. Now, don't be thinking his English and Language skills were lacking, he just never felt like going any further with it. In fact, he knew more than one languages. French, Spanish, and Latin were also there.

As a twenty-seventh birthday gift his parents bought him a dog. It was a beautiful border collie named... Sherlock. Well, they did say border collies were extremely smart. Sherlock lived up to his name. Tony was able to teach him many commands. He loved that dog with those big brown eyes. So two years ago Tony accepted a teaching position at the best school and Britain and this is where he is even today.


( T H E W O R D )[/b][/color] hey dragon
( S A M P L E P O S T )[/b][/color] [qoute]"Twas the night before Christmas when all through the store, poor Fabian was working, all tired and sore. The stockings he hung from the counter with care care in hopes to give costumers a very good scare. He wished he was nestled, all snug in bed while visions of naked women danced through his head. The wife in her kerchief and his boss in his bag had just just settled down for a long winter's shag. Then down isle three there rose such a clatter, Fabian rushed off the stool to see what was the matter. Away to the trouble, he flew like a flash, pushing things over as if looking for cash. On the carpet there rose such a fire, he knew in a minute the situation was dire. When, to what his wondering eyes should appear, but a minutere fire and fireworks, oh dear."

Fabian finished his oh so wonderful poetry for two reasons. One, the fire was spreading, and two, he couldn't remember how the rest of it went. He took out his wand and hissed out the incantation for water. The flames were quenched, thank Merlin, but the fireworks were still hissing and spitting out sparks, so much for 'no heat'. Fabian shook his red mop he called hair in confusion then uttered the spell to end the fireworks. They only dimmed. Cautiously, he put his palm near one. It was as warm, or cool, as the air around him. He said the spell again, this toke they sputtered out then died. Now that was meat was, oh Merlin.

"Well, why don't I just gift wrap the store and put the bow right here. 'Merry Christmas, boss' he'll just love that. If only Old Zonko was still here, what a laugh he'd have. Oh, bloody hell!" Fabian shouted the last part. It was 20 minutes to Christmas and he was sick here. 20 minutes until opening and he had to clean up this mess. The store was doing a last minute Christmas sale thing, everything fifty percent off from midnight to six in the morning, Christmas Day. Fabian took a deep breath, he needed to calm down and fix this. A large portion on the lower shelves were burned and an even larger dripping with water. Thankfully the only supplies there were the malfunctioned fireworks, all the others had been sold.

The red head sighed, at least he didn't have to try and repair firewor- wait, he'd have to go over the fireworks in the back before he left and tell his boss. Great. Gideon probably had some busty bird back at the flat, that put him in an even better mood. He had gone five months without a bird. FIVE. Well, no Christmas cheer for him. He pointed his wand at the blackened wood and said, "Scourgify!" The ash and soot immediately dissapered leaving behindthe still black wood. He had always been rubish at cleaning spells. Normally he'd just use a glammo- that's it! He'd use a glammor. And so he did.

With all of this Fabian hadn't realized that it was twelve o' clock now and the charmed 'OPEN, 50% OFF LAST MINUTE SALE' sign had turned on. Well, that is, at least not until a shrill bell rang as the door opened. He whipped around, charred boxed of fireworks now in his arms. "Just a minute!" He called over his should as he entered the back room. Fabian dumped the boxes on the counter and came out again. The stockings were still on the counter. "Great." Well, there's always New Year's Day to look forward to.[/quote][/size]

you were fake, i was great--nothing personal

[/i][/font][/center][/color]

( C R E D I T S )

this lovely application was made by omgWOLF?!
of caution 2.0! steal and die, bitch. keep this credit here
at all times. alert me if it runs away. it might do that. have fun!
oh, and by the way, the lyrics are credit to all time low. they're awesome.

[/center]

[REAGAN]

accepted.

welcome to carnington high school; it's what makes us. we are glad to have you aboard. please claim your face before it gets stolen, introduce yourself and start the role playing adventure!