Tucker Parnell COMPLETE

[tucker]

you're my brand of heroin ,]
Tucker Parnell


"You truly are one frightening little monster."
~Jasper Hale~

character full name: Tucker Parnell
alias: Tuck
age: 19
birthday: 13 February
affiliation: none
status: human

"I'd noticed that his eyes were black - coal black."
~Isabella Swan~

eyes: Bright blue, almond shaped. he's just not the make-up type of guy.
hair: black brown-ish. short and slightly ruffled.
height: 5'9
weight: 160-165 ibs give or take
distinguishing features: Pierced tongue and a cross tattoo on his left underarm.
general appearance: He's tall and lean (not gangly), and not on the overly muscular side. He has a slim face that's a little rounded. his skin is tanned, which makes his blue eyes stand out even more. He hates to dress up, so he normally dresses in jeans and T-shirts with v-necks, sweatshirts and tennis shoes.

"I will always tell you the truth."
~Alice Cullen~

likes: Girls, hanging with friends, card games, dogs, ice tea, sleeping,lifting weights,rock and pop,pancakes, surfing.
dislikes: whining, cheating, rain, onion, people calling late, kids (they freak him out), abuse, romantic movies, girls playing hard to get, stress.
ambitions: Tucker doesn't really know what he's plans are for the future, but his dream is to travel all around the world, mainly because he's the adventurous type. he wants to see things before he dies.
abilities: He's a good surfer. people feel protected around him. he's also socially smart.
secrets: his sister died when he was fifteen. he hates his mothers cooking. he doesn't like commitments.
personality: He's very outgoing, smiling and great fun. he's spontaneous and doesn't always think about the consequences of his actions. he never doesn anything illegal though.
he may be a nice and protective person, but he also has his bad sides. he can be aggressive and judgmental. on bad days, he's grumpy to wards everyone. he doesn't want to hurt anyone, but he's bit of a flirt, and doesn't like commitments. if a girl gets to close, he'll usually bail.

"Don't get your family slaughtered for pride."
~Carlisle Cullen~

mother: Lynn Parnell, 42, in California (if applicable)
father: John Parnell, 45, in California (if applicable)
siblings: Sophie Marie Parnell, 9, dead (if applicable)
others: name, age, relationship (if applicable)
history: Tucker was born in California. he had a great childhood, much of it because of his little sister. it was like the age gap of six years wasn't there, because they did everything together. He adored her, and his parents used to joke around saying that he would never adore another girl like that.
when Tuck was fifteen, things changed drastically. He came home from school one day, only to find that no one was home. this was strange, because his mom worked at home. He called his dad to find out where they were. he remember that day very well because it was the day he learned that his sister was at the hospital in a coma, and there was nothing that could be done. she'd been hit by a car on her way home from school, and at this point only a miracle could save her.
Tucker spent most of his time in the hospital, just talking to Sophie. telling her what he'd been doing that day. how high the waves were, and that he didn't want to go to the beach without her. 'I'll just wait till you wake up, soph,' he'd say. after two months of suspense and meetings with multiple doctors, his parents were out of hope. they decided to unplug the respirator. Tucker was completely ruined. he started hanging with some questionable people and doing things he shouldn't, until he found out that it wouldn't ease his pain or bring his sister back. he had to move on.
when he was 18, he moved to Forks. why? well, it's small, and so very different from California. that's what he needed. his dream is, after all, to see the whole world, and not just the sunny places.

"You will never put me through that again."
~Esme Cullen~

player: Helene/Helen
age: 16
member title: not too long, please
password: admin edit
anything else: still a Norwegie.
rp sample:

As soon as we were home in my small living room, Will was up in my face growling like an animal.
“Where the hell have you been?”
I shrugged and pushed past him, “out and about.” A hand gripped my shoulder, fingers digging into the skin there. I spun around, facing Wills’s handsome face.
“What?” I spat. Con had released my hand and stepped back a little. He didn’t like being in the middle of things. After all, he was an angel, a creature of cupcakes and unicorns.
“Why didn’t you take me with you? You could have been killed!” Just then I realized something; Will cared about me, in a romantic way. I could see it in his eyes. It was the exact same look Con used to give me; annoyance, worry, desperation, and apparently love (though Con’s love for me was brotherly). For some reason, this really made me tick.
“You’re not my dad, and thank God for that. Where I’m going, when I’m going, is none of you freaking business. I’m nineteen! You act all superior, and I’m tired of it.” The words were harsh, but right then, that’s what I felt. Later, I would regret it. I turned to Con who was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. Our eyes met and I could see that he knew what was coming.
“This also applies to you, Con.” I chastised. Will made a choking sound, trying not to laugh, “Could you please warn us the next time you decide to PMS like this?” apparently, he wasn’t angry anymore, and they were complaining about my mood swings? I must say, I was fairly close to stamping my foot.
“You guys are such jerks.“ With that, I left the room for the kitchen and a steamy mug of hot chocolate.

"If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now."
~Rosalie Hale~

made by: Rae {cupcake/vanilla_pop} of RPG-D && Caution 2.0
disclaimer: quotes are from the characters in the Twilight series
copyright: steal and I'll send the Volturi after you. YEAH.

[jace]

ACCEPTED...... VIA ASH ON HER INCOMPLETE CHARRIE'S ACCOUNT