T-Dawg, formerly known as TJ (

zombierobot) wrote,
@ 2011-07-27 18:57:00

Name:
Age: Cede

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Full Name: Thomas James Lawson
Nickname(s): TJ, Tommy, T-Pain, and Tommy J.
Hometown: Lawrence, Kansas
Age and birthday: 16 August 23rd 1994
House and Year: 12^th Rienzi
Electives & Schedule:

Transfiguration
DADA
Charms
Ritual Magic
Lunch
Flying
History of Magic
Advanced Herbology

Wand: 11.5" Walnut with a Moke Skin core. The walnut is known for being a good over all wand, coupled with it's native tendencies to his region, is a logical choice. The moke is a crafty little creature, ideal for pranksters.
Boggart: His great-aunt Elma. She is 87 years old and used to walk around with a cane that was in the shape of a skull and smelled of Fish Oil and Mustard Seed. No deep set hidden memories of abuse or anything, she just always has (and always will) scare him shitless.
Patronus: Mekong Giant Catfish, while an Asian fish, this is America! Who says it must stay with it's nationality? In stories, it is a creature associated with wisdom, strength, to the point where Japan blames such on the earthquakes. This is what a trait that TJ holds dear to his heart. (The wisdom and strength, not the earthquakes. THOUGH HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE?) It should be noted here, that for all of the terror and well, pure size attached to this particular catfish, it is a vegetarian, harmless. This is very easily comparable to TJ, as for all of his bragging, assumed bravado and that nonsense, he isn't. He's actually kind of nerdy, and dare I say it? Nice.
Animagus Form: N/A
Religious Affiliation: Failed Unitarian
Extracurricular activities: Dueling Club, Gaming Club, Quodpot: Guard/Defensive End
Family/Relationships
Parents: Thomas P. Lawson and Marla T. White
Siblings: Sissy (19-Texas A&M ), Lee Anne (14,), Robert L. (11,), Kimberly A. (10)
Extended Family: Paternal Grandparents: Thomas S. Lawson & Timey D. Jackson (Timey has a twin sister named Elma)
-Aunts/Uncles: Thomas E. Butz & Sarah Reynolds. Children: Thomas L. (14) Timey L. (14)
Rachel D. & Al Paxtor. Children: Bridget (12) Garrett (8)

Maternal Grandparents: Fred & Margaret White
-Aunts/Uncles: Bobby L. Butz & Gina F. White. Children: Travis (23, Oklahoma U.)
Familiar Toots (aka) Thomas Jr.. (his owl.)
Sexuality: Straight as the yellow brick road.
Significant Others: open for exes

Appearance
PB: Jay Baruchel
Detailed Description: TJ, for a lack of a better term, is lanky, scraping a few centimeters under six foot he might have been made to be a better center on basketball than quodpot, but that's besides the point. His awkward limbs, which he was not given at birth, but instead for his fourteenth birthday has yet to settle on him, it wouldn't be unexpected for him to either step on his own toes, or on whomever he is speaking with at the time. That awkwardness translates into his entire appearance, his smile is crooked, his hair unkempt. When he does remember to wear his glasses (he is farsighted) they are bulky and give the impression of a rather large fish.

His fashion sense is a mix of whatever he finds when he has his own money, (usually from working over the summer) and what his mother sends him from her Sears excursions. On a typical day he can be found in a pair of worn in jeans, his leather belt (same one, regardless of his shoes) and either a plaid shirt or a t-shirt proclaiming his life-long addiction to threadless and similar tees.

Personality
Likes: V for Vendetta, Triple X, Boondock Saints, Trace Adkins, Lee Brice, KU, Little Big Town, Alan Jackson, Pickers, CSI, My Name is Earl, The Colbert Report, House, Family Guy, cheetos, Mountain Dew, Poptarts, South Park, Deadliest Catch, Futurama, Dean Kontz Gummy Worms, Swimming, basketball, playing Nintendo, (he has an original Super Nintendo), KC Chiefs Halo 1&2, Robots, Zombies, Robot-Zombies, WWZ, Max Brooks, and Chinese Take-out.

Dislikes: Being ignored, ‘your mom’ jokes, cliffs, monkeys, monkeys who throw poo, monkeys who throw poo at him while he’s eating an ice cream cone, hitchhikers, sunburns, C-Span, ribbons, his ankles, MU, Nebraska, Missouri, KSU, The Raiders, Red Socks, NY Giants, Tigers, Wildcats, Small Cats, Large Cats, Cats who stare at him, girls who like cats, boy who like cats (wtf)
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Quirks:
-When bored and inside he will spend most of his time in a ‘wheelie’ position, with both front legs of his chair off the ground and hanging freely. Though more visible than your average ‘thumb twiddling’, far less annoying than smacking gum or popping knuckles.

-His father taught him how to make lawn ornaments as a child, as well as fish made from water bottles. It wouldn’t be unusual to come into his room and see the remains of three water jugs slowly becoming clown fish.

-He has a pretty epic burn scar on his left foot and ankles. While it might have come from dropping a frying pan on his bare feet when he was six, he often blames pirates, or ninjas, or ninja-sharks on it. Mostly ninja-sharks, because they’re just ‘that’ much more bad ass.

-His ‘ride’s’ name is Blanche.

-The only thing he’ll eat at breakfast is Apple Butter on Toast. Honey, when his family sends him some, is the only other thing he’d allow otherwise.

-Other things in his life are named Bambi (his computer) Baxter (his phone) Bernard (his alarm clock) and Toots. (his owl.)

-One of his life goals is to rig a bath tub to be able to go over 55 mph, in order to do this however, he needs to work on his mechanic skills. This is a field he is constantly and actively pursuing.

Secrets:

-He has a pillow on his bed, with stained blue fabric and more patches than your average hobo. This is all the remains of his first blanket, which was transformed into a neck pillow before he started at CCI. He sleeps with it every night.

-His uncle is currently serving 25-life for manslaughter in a beer-brawl. His wife is serving 18 months for owning and operating a moonshine still.

-He knows most of his peers are liberal, or at the very least opinionated about their views, and while he speaks on just about every other thing, over the past few years TJ has started agreeing with the Republican view point more and more. He actually liked Palin when she was running, but Merlin would have had to have stolen his shoes before he admitted it.

-His greatest fear is to die a virgin, people do it all the time and he has no intention of being one. One day Mr. Winkey, one day.

-He often keeps his upbringing and family under his hat- it isn’t that he’s ashamed of them per say- but in laymen’s terms… he is. So many of his peers have such high class parents and siblings, doctors and lawyers and business men, his father is a security guard who is incapable of operating a DVD player and still having trouble understanding what CNN stands for, and why he should watch Fox instead. (They just got satellite, the military channel is the only thing he knows how to find.)

-He thinks that Michelle Phiffer is the most beautiful woman alive.

Strengths: hands-on activities, history classes, outgoing, self-motivated, meticulous projects, confident, quick witted, active, quodpot, polite, driving a stick shift, practical & proud
Weaknesses: public speaking, Latin, using a forklift, hesitation, detailed-oriented, lack of an ear for language, mustard seeds, painting, singing, public speaking (just pretend they're in their undies...), time-management & unsure about the future.
What’s in your characters pockets? His backpack is here. His pockets include lint, his lucky buffalo nickel, his cell phone & a pen cap.
Strongest subject in school: Advanced Herbology
Weakest subject in school: Transfiguration (formally Latin)
One thing he/she can't live without: His watch, TJ is obsessively late.

Detailed personality: TJ is very much your typical teenage boy, he has two brains, one mouth and that must speak for both. He's smart, and will one day mature into a great guy, a guy you'd want to bring home to mom, but this is not that time. Currently he's more concerned with playing in this weekend's game, or that one girl who is way too attractive for anyone's good. He's brash, bold and does his best for everyone to agree with him. He's one of the guy in the back of the class laughing at jokes about Mr. Whomever having hairy boobs, or the one who thinks that the girls who play sports must not shave their legs. He's very much sixteen and very much alright with that. Sure, he might annoy some people, but he's okay with that- since everyone else knows how awesome he is. After all, how many guys YOU know can both stand on their head, and turn in a perfect A- essay? Oh yeah, that's right. Not that many.

When he's more private however, it should be noted otherwise. TJ after all, is only sixteen. He's still trying to figure things, and more importantly girls out. They're the ultimate mystery to him, and boy he is a really, really bad flirt. Not in that e flirts with everyone (though he tries) in that he just doesn't do it well. When he's alone with someone, and not trying to show off, hell. TJ can be actually sweet. He likes doing his homework- getting pretty decent (sometimes good!) grades, he likes working hard and he likes to make girls (and people) smile. So all of that before? Really is him just trying to pursue that goal.

Personal History:

TJ was born August 23^rd in Lawrence Kansas, an uninteresting town for some, full of college students in the fall and retired persons in the spring. An interesting one to others, full of boarder wars and strange bearded men who fight for ‘equality’. To others still, it is the most hated city in the country, a home to bitter enemies and worse football teams. But to TJ? It is his home. A student delivered him, technically a doctor though it was his first time flying solo with a pregnant woman in stirrups. Between the boy’s nervousness, the shock of a thunderclap outside and the afterbirth itself, there was almost a mishap, a slip of a finger but no worries! It all went well. Sissy however, likes to tell her brother that the first thing he ever did, was be dropped on his head. This boy was to the the second of five children, two girls and three boys. Their father, Tomas Paul was a security guard for the local university. His mother, worked in the mail room, they had it all planned out, their children would go to a local public school, and on their hard work, attend KU after graduation. It worked perfectly for sissy (for all that she took that deal and used it at Texas A&M) and will equally well for the others there. TJ proved to be a problem.

The first time they ever noticed something… different, he was in first grade. While his peers (and siblings) would handle their differences with fists and shoving, TJ would just stare. Never cry, but just stare. Now, we’ll just ignore that actually his conflicts were resolved, and that he just did it differently, because that never actually occurred to his parents. Great! They thought, our son must be autistic, or demented, or just plain weird. It was with that in mind, they sent the poor boy off to counselors, therapist and just about everywhere else their insurance would cover. 'No', They all said, 'He's just weird, not different.' While that might be a relief to some, it wasn't to Mom and Dad. Certain that they knew best, they started to keep a journal about his unusual activities, much like a pair might around a poltergeist. The time he dropped the china vase and it did not break went into that little leather bound book, as did when he should have broken his neck after falling from the roof. They were thankful for all of these of course, but still.

It was weird.

If you ask those two today how they felt when the letter from the local 'school' came in, they would never say relieved. Surprised, shocked, terrified maybe, but never relieved. However, that was exactly it. Their son WASN'T a freak ~~much~~ just... a wizard. Mom dove into research after that, looking up everything from the Salem Witch Trials to the Voodoo lady by the river the state over. Both agreed at the very least, that their eldest son would not go to someplace they had no experience with. They were about to give up totally, ignore the whole ordeal and wish for the best. It wasn't until that Voodoo lady, the woman called Savanna George, replied to their calls, and there, she held the answer. There were other 'special' schools after all, well over a dozen in the continental US alone. She had connections down in Louisiana, a brother who worked just a town and a half over as a Voodoo salesmen himself. (It was a family trade.) The school is what we now know of as Crescent City Institute, and a few letters, phone calls and a train ride later and the parents were sold. Telling their neighbors and friends that yes, TJ was special

Oddly enough, TJ LOVED it there, after all, he had spent his entire life thinking that he was strange, special, in need of riding the short-bus, but here? EVERYONE was like him (well, sort of- a lot had weird accents and some were just rude, but that's besides the point.) He quickly jumped into everything he could, from learning how to ride a broom, flick a wand or and hell, even History of Magic appealed to him. He was a muggle-born sponge ready to soak up this brave new world. Sure, he was still a bit odd around some people, said things that didn't quite make sense to others but he was home. Like all boys, he quickly found his own 'group', a 'band of brothers' if you will. It's within this small group that he runs, though god help him if a pretty set of ~~breast~~ ~~legs~~ ~~hips~~ eyes walk by. After all, he's not quite old enough to understand the phrase 'bros before ___'.

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