Post by Chester LaBouff on Jul 25, 2012 22:34:33 GMT -5
{Twitch Pelekai (Trevor is his proper name)}
{Age/School Year: 16/Year 10}
{Picture of OC or thorough physical description: Twitch is a short boy with a sort of stocky build to him despite his size. He possesses short hair that is purple in color (thanks to his insistence that he dye it) and spiked up to make him appear sort of punkish, and he also has brown eyes. Typically Twitch is seen wearing tee-shirts of all kinds and blue jeans. He doesn't like wearing shoes if he can help it, but when he does he likes wearing a pair of old sandals that he's had for years.}
{Picture of Parent/Parents:
}
{"Ah... yeah. I don't do the 'cute and fluffy' thing."}
{Special Talent/skill inherited from parents: Although he doesn't like to admit it, Twitch has a decent singing voice. He also is rather fast.}
{History: Twitch never really knew anything about his family. When he was very young he was adopted by a widow who was named Norma Pelekai, and she took it upon herself to raise him. It was discovered very early on that he had a tendency to not be able to sit still for long periods of time, and so despite the fact that he had been named Trevor the nickname Twitch was bestowed upon him. The nickname stuck more than his actual name, and so most people called him that instead. His adopted mother was a journalist who worked in New York, thus Twitch got to live in the city. Inevitably he fell in love with it. The sights, the sounds, the food... Twitch just loved it all. He didn't know why, but it was like the city was just calling him. He belonged there. So for years he stayed in New York with his mother and lived a good life, despite the occasional instances in which he seemed to be a bit on the... naughty side.
One day, life changed for him. A man who came from some school in California, apparently the headmaster of said school, came to New York and sought out Twitch. It was then that he invited the boy to come to Academy D. His adopted mother jumped at the chance to get Twitch into a good school and so agreed to sending him, but Twitch was a bit wary. Who was this strange man, and why did he want him of all people. It all became clear when he got his letter from the man explaining his parentage. He was the son of Experiment 626, Stitch, and Experiment 624, Angel. Despite being stunned by this development, he decided that maybe going to this new school might not be a bad idea after all so that he could see if he could meet others like him.}
{Adoptive Family – Norma Pelekai (adopted mother)}
{Likes – Chocolate cake, racing, hanging out around the beach, the city, and rock bands.}
{Dislikes – Singing in public, and being made fun of for how short he is.}
{Fun Facts:
Although he really doesn't like singing in front of others, for a time he did want to be a rock star. Whether or not this dream will come to light again has yet to be determined.
Despite the fact that Stitch is his father, Twitch isn't particularly strong. He is fast, but can't handle lifting heavy things or long, drawn-out fights if he becomes involved in any physical conflict.
He loves anything cherry flavored or chocolate.
Twitch loves pulling pranks on people when he has the opportunity to do so. It can be said that he has a bit of a mischievous side.}
{Sample Post: "Would you relax? This is totally going to work."
Twitch and Chester, the redhead he had encountered while sneaking around the dorms that night, were hiding around a corner at that very moment and waiting for someone to come along. Twitch himself was holding the end of a rope in his hand and crouching down so that he really wouldn't be seen. Chester, on the other hand, appeared dubious about the whole thing. Twitch couldn't blame him, though. He'd dragged the redhead away from whatever it was he had been doing and made him come along to participate in a prank that might not have worked at all. Well, Twitch wasn't going to give up so easily. He wanted to see if his calculations had been correct.
"Dude, no one is going to come. Can't we just-"
Before Chester could finish his sentence, Twitch covered his mouth with his free hand and silenced the redhead. He thought he had caught a glimpse of movement in the darkness. Without warning, he pulled on the rope and waited. What followed was a cry and the sound of someone being pulled upward into the air. Twitch beamed. The rope trap had been a success. With that, he signaled for Chester to follow him and went out to see who was... hanging around.}
{Age/School Year: 16/Year 10}
{Picture of OC or thorough physical description: Twitch is a short boy with a sort of stocky build to him despite his size. He possesses short hair that is purple in color (thanks to his insistence that he dye it) and spiked up to make him appear sort of punkish, and he also has brown eyes. Typically Twitch is seen wearing tee-shirts of all kinds and blue jeans. He doesn't like wearing shoes if he can help it, but when he does he likes wearing a pair of old sandals that he's had for years.}
{Picture of Parent/Parents:
}{"Ah... yeah. I don't do the 'cute and fluffy' thing."}
{Special Talent/skill inherited from parents: Although he doesn't like to admit it, Twitch has a decent singing voice. He also is rather fast.}
{History: Twitch never really knew anything about his family. When he was very young he was adopted by a widow who was named Norma Pelekai, and she took it upon herself to raise him. It was discovered very early on that he had a tendency to not be able to sit still for long periods of time, and so despite the fact that he had been named Trevor the nickname Twitch was bestowed upon him. The nickname stuck more than his actual name, and so most people called him that instead. His adopted mother was a journalist who worked in New York, thus Twitch got to live in the city. Inevitably he fell in love with it. The sights, the sounds, the food... Twitch just loved it all. He didn't know why, but it was like the city was just calling him. He belonged there. So for years he stayed in New York with his mother and lived a good life, despite the occasional instances in which he seemed to be a bit on the... naughty side.
One day, life changed for him. A man who came from some school in California, apparently the headmaster of said school, came to New York and sought out Twitch. It was then that he invited the boy to come to Academy D. His adopted mother jumped at the chance to get Twitch into a good school and so agreed to sending him, but Twitch was a bit wary. Who was this strange man, and why did he want him of all people. It all became clear when he got his letter from the man explaining his parentage. He was the son of Experiment 626, Stitch, and Experiment 624, Angel. Despite being stunned by this development, he decided that maybe going to this new school might not be a bad idea after all so that he could see if he could meet others like him.}
{Adoptive Family – Norma Pelekai (adopted mother)}
{Likes – Chocolate cake, racing, hanging out around the beach, the city, and rock bands.}
{Dislikes – Singing in public, and being made fun of for how short he is.}
{Fun Facts:
Although he really doesn't like singing in front of others, for a time he did want to be a rock star. Whether or not this dream will come to light again has yet to be determined.
Despite the fact that Stitch is his father, Twitch isn't particularly strong. He is fast, but can't handle lifting heavy things or long, drawn-out fights if he becomes involved in any physical conflict.
He loves anything cherry flavored or chocolate.
Twitch loves pulling pranks on people when he has the opportunity to do so. It can be said that he has a bit of a mischievous side.}
{Sample Post: "Would you relax? This is totally going to work."
Twitch and Chester, the redhead he had encountered while sneaking around the dorms that night, were hiding around a corner at that very moment and waiting for someone to come along. Twitch himself was holding the end of a rope in his hand and crouching down so that he really wouldn't be seen. Chester, on the other hand, appeared dubious about the whole thing. Twitch couldn't blame him, though. He'd dragged the redhead away from whatever it was he had been doing and made him come along to participate in a prank that might not have worked at all. Well, Twitch wasn't going to give up so easily. He wanted to see if his calculations had been correct.
"Dude, no one is going to come. Can't we just-"
Before Chester could finish his sentence, Twitch covered his mouth with his free hand and silenced the redhead. He thought he had caught a glimpse of movement in the darkness. Without warning, he pulled on the rope and waited. What followed was a cry and the sound of someone being pulled upward into the air. Twitch beamed. The rope trap had been a success. With that, he signaled for Chester to follow him and went out to see who was... hanging around.}
