ROSENBERG, Terrance Lukas

[Terrance Lukas Rosenberg]

NAME: Terrance Lukas Rosenberg
NICKNAME: None... But I(Silvvy) will probably call him Terrie on the cb
GENDER: Male
AGE: Eighteen
ETHNICITY: European
RELIGION: None? Not even Atheist... It's more like he doesn't give a shit one way or the other
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Asexual, unless there's a sexual orientation for getting turned on by causing other people's pain? If I had to say one, it would be pansexual
STATUS: Married to his pocket knife
OCCUPATION/GRADE: Senior
HAIR: Terrance's hair is black with blonde in the back. His hair is worn in the "scene" style, with spikes in the back and hair covering his face. On the sides of his hair, he has a thick white streak down each side.
EYES: Brown, small-ish
HEIGHT: 5'11"
WEIGHT: 155lbs
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: Two lip piercings
PLAY BY: Adeon Angelic

LIKES: Terrance, being the weird serial killer he is, loves chains, bangles, torturing things, the blood of his victims, hearing the screams of pain, knives, easily-manipulated people(easier targets), ropes, handcuffs, torture chambers, dark places, the cold
DISLIKES: He hates Guns, people, animals, when his victims escape, insane asylums, therapists, authority, back-talkers, police, quick deaths for his victims
FEARS: He is terrified of guns, getting caught by the police, and anyone stealing away Analiese.
SECRETS: He's hiding from the cops.
HOBBIES: Collecting torture materials(chains, belts, knives...), and torturing people and animals.
PERSONALITY:

FATHER: Tobias Rosenberg - Deseased
MOTHER: Vienna Rosenberg - 45 - Lives in Europe whoring herself out
SIBLINGS: Analiese Rosenberg - 16 - Lives with Terrance
PETS: Uh... Did I mention he hates animals?
HOMETOWN: Austin, Texas(hell yeah! XD)
HISTORY:

NAME: Silvvy/Sil/Silv/Silver
GENDER: Whatever you want, babeh (=coughs= Female)
AGE: 15... 16 in three months XP
OTHER CHARACTERS: None D:
EXPERIENCE: Psh. Who counts anymore? I've been rp'ing for as long as I can remember (okay, since I was 10) but I've a break here and there to recover some muse. I dunno. Four years?

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

[/i][/color] Analiese whisper-warned, putting one of her small hands on his larger hands. He looked over her, giving her an apologetic smile. She looked at him worriedly, then looked back at her menu.

Which reminded Terrance that he wasn't even hungry anyway, and he knew Analiese wasn't. All she wanted was for Terrance to find a friend, someone he didn't have to cut open. Someone who wouldn't be screaming in agony in some underground tunnel where no one would find them. Terrance licked his lips and reached his pocket, holding his pocket knife. He started to pull it out, but Analiese kicked his shin, and he pulled his hand out of his pocket - without the knife. Terrance looked at his sister, wondering how the hell they could be related. Scratch that, he knew they were related. But he wondered how they could be so... different. Analiese was like a flower. Shining, sunny, happy. Terrance was... well, he was so strange that there wasn't anything to explain him. Of course, he felt pretty bad, since Analiese was the one working and getting all the money.

"Hi, welcome to Olive Garden. What can I get you two? And by the way, you make a great couple!" An over-excited waitress greeted Terrance and Analiese. "We're not a couple. We're siblings." Terrance mumbled, looking at the waitress as if it were obvious. The waitress appeared pleased with that, and smiled at Terrance. He rolled his eyes and looked away. Flirtatious waitresses were not what he wanted to socialize with. He would much rather be socializing with the knife in his pocket. Analiese ordered, though Terrance wasn't sure what she ordered for him, since he hadn't told her what he wanted. He supposed it didn't matter, though. If Analiese really wanted him to eat it, he would. He tended to give her everything she wanted.[/ul]
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