Tidus (Fin)

[Tidus Tachibana]

TIDUS TACHIBANA

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&&--You, who shall pull the strings

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Name: Cocorosie
Age: 16
Roleplaying Experience: 4, I think.
How you found the site: Browsing.

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&&--The character cheat sheet

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Name: Tidus Tachibana
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue~
Skin Tone: Tanned from the sun
Height: 5'9
Weight: 140 lbs
Wealth: Rich
Sexual Orientation: HOHEMMGEE HEEZ STRATE HOKAY?so he says
Why they are in La Campana: His dad thinks a disciplinary school will make him better at soccer..despite it being a gay school.[/size]

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&&--What makes the clock tick

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Likes:

• Soccer
  
• Exercise
  
• Winning
  
• Competition
  
• The cheers of his fans
  
• Cute girls
  
• Making said cute girls blush
  
• Being adored~

Dislikes:

• Losing
  
• His father
  
• Alcohol
  
• Missing a goal
  
• Being told off
  
• This school
  
• Authority
  
• Getting angry

Turn Ons:
Women:

• Cute
  
• Energetic
  
• Quiet
  
• Confident where it counts

Men:

• Strong
  
• Quiet
  
• Stoic
  
• Calm

Turn Offs:
Women:

• Unhappy
  
• Selfish
  
• Mean-spirited
  
• Loud

Men:

• Pushy
  
• Arrogant
  
• Rude
  
• Angry

Nervous Habits:

• When unhappy, laughing as loud as he can.
  
• If stressed, running for a good few miles.

Fears:

• Losing any competition
  
• Permanent injury

Goals/Aspirations:

• Becoming a world-known soccer athlete
  
• He's always thought it's cheesy, but rescuing a damsel in distress has always been something he's wanted to do.
  
• Proving his father wrong.

Appearance: Tidus' look is quite peculiar. Chains and zippers are considered normal for him, not to mention belts galore. His pants are lopsided, one fabric leg being longer than the other and sporting a patch marking a strange sign.

His arms are concealed by what could be described as armour, though it's mostly for appearance. He's never seen without his gloves on either, as without them he's prone to feeling naked and vulnerable. It's not personal of course, only that he wears them whenever he practices which is virtually every day.

Covering Tidus' chest isn't a shirt, but a pair of leather overalls. They're usually black in colour, with an assortment of belts and zippers holding it together. Beneath that is a short open t-shirt, revealing his toned chest.

In contrast to his intricate outfit, Tidus' hair is quite ordinary. Sun-bleached hair with no sign of it's natural auburn roots and allowed to rest wherever it wants, there's nothing really to it. Beneath his fringe are two sparkling blue eyes, typically reflecting the smile on his sun kissed face.

To top it off, the boy has canary-yellow tennis shoes concealing his feet. All in all, and well-orchestrated, if not strange, outfit.

Personality: If anything, the boy's happy. He rarely let's things bother him and is usually the one to attempt an optimistic speech. He dislikes it when anyone, even someone he doesn't like, is upset because he's quite prone to reflecting his surroundings. If something bad happens, his expressions immediately give it away, as does his mood. Though he tries not to let things get him down, Tidus is an awful liar.

He loves playing any sport, though soccer is his favourite. He's dabbled in football and basketball among others, though none of them had the same appeal. Perhaps it's the feeling of putting all his pent up anger into one kick, but Tidus sincerely enjoys the outlet. He's quite the friendly boy overall, and is quick to make friends, helping anyone in need.

A method he finds particularly helpful is laughing, as screaming seems to only make his feelings worse. When laughing as loud and as hard as he can, he finds in himself that small sense of happiness, that shines into humour and thus drastically improves his mood. Unfortunately, most of Tidus' bad moods are due to the drunken antics of his father, and as he lives with the man, it's not as easy to laugh off any sort of anger or depression. While away however, he manages alright with his laughing and/or exercise technique.[/font]

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&&--A glimpse of the past

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Father: Jecht, 39
Mother: Arabella, deceased.
Sibling/s: None.
Other important relatives: None.
Pets: None.
History: Tidus' mother died when he was only 10, and though he has a few memories of her, rarely are they good. She spent only the necessary amount of time paying attention him, especially when Jecht was around. Because of this, he was neglected quite a lot of his childhood.

His father didn't help much in this either. When his mother wasn't around, he'd constantly be drunk, and yelled, causing Tidus to cry. He'd even go to the extremes of calling his six year-old son a crybaby, which naturally only made him that much more upset. Obviously, it wasn't that ideal of a household.

At the age of ten, as stated, Tidus' mother passed away from a minor carbon monoxide leak within her room. She died quietly and didn't suffer, though it inevitably took its toll on the two males in the house. This death caused Jecht to drink more, causing his skills as an athlete to diminish over time and push Tidus even harder to be the best. Whatever he did was never good enough for the man though, and once the boy hit adolescence, he began ignoring his father and rebelling against him.

Though once hearing of La Campana, Jecht decided that any disciplinary school was good enough for his no-good son, so here he is.

Roleplaying Sample: "I got it!"

Black tennis shoes thundered on the ground, their owner grinning widely, eyes sparkling. One foot swung forward, making direct contact with the sports ball, and in an instant the sphere was shooting through the air and into the opposing team's goal.

A round of applause rang out around the large stadium, the star of the game panting, though his face only revealing tired triumph. He raised on gloved arm into the air, hand fisting in victory before being tackled and hugged, adored by his fellow teammates.

This, naturally, was interrupted by a hard smack to his head and the teen's body to topple off his bed.

"Yer gonna be late, kid," grumbled a voice, "Get up."

Wincing and rubbing his head, Tidus blinked one blue eye open dully, gaze stopping on his father's shirtless figure. Gritting his teeth, he ignored the man's presence and stood up, throwing his pillows and blanket back onto his mattress.

A foul chuckle was heard. "What, I ruin a good dream for you?" Jecht asked mockingly. Tidus froze, though continued to avoid eye contact. Seeing this response, the man continued. "Keep dreaming, kiddo. Ain't never gonna be better than me. And that means for sports and girls." Another laugh emitted from the man's mouth before he stomped out.

Slowly turning to stare at the empty doorway, Tidus clenched his fist tightly, lips a thin line. He really hated his dad.