|The Mods (mysteria_mods) wrote in m_countyrecords,|
@ 2008-02-22 22:09:00
|Entry tags:||!past character, name: teddy parker, player: meg, race: werewolf, sex: male, sexual orientation: heterosexual|
Name: Theodore Parker.
Occupation: English teacher at the local high school.
Appearance: There's nothing remarkably out of the ordinary about Teddy aside from his height that breaks and exceeds six feet by three inches. He's an average sort in most common descriptions of appearance: brown hair, brown eyes, a body frame suited to his height. He neither dresses up too much nor slums around in questionably-smelling, questionably-looking clothes. It's his job teaching that tends to see him wearing classical business casual arrangements (i.e. white shirt/black pants, blue shirt/black pants, beige shirt/black pants -- he does have a good stock of black pants, one might notice). Facially, he has a pleasant look about him, and is usually sporting some variation of grin, appearing generally contented with where life decided to put him one any given moment of the day. His hair is often floppy and messy and he thinks it suits him just fine. Also, passing it off as an intentional hair style is much easier than bothering in the morning. Which is work. Besides, scruffy can be fetching. Or so he thinks.
There's a lax air about him. He's the sort of guy that looks like a great shelf for one of those one-armed hug-hook hybrids. He really looks like he could be friends with anyone by effect of his welcoming air. The only major thing amiss about him is a large scar -- almost always hidden -- comprised of the jagged suggestions of teeth punctures; it extends from his elbow to midway up his arm.
Personality: Ever quick on a joke or a sarcastic comeback, Teddy is a far, far sight from being the serious, angsting type. It's almost as if he tries to make up for his biological lack of humanity by using his humor and wit to remain chummy with everyone and anyone willing to be pressed into his company. Where his fraternal twin, Max, is a firecracker, Teddy is the water element of the duo. His snap isn't nearly as fierce and he is mostly level-headed, seeing the lines drawn in the sand and stopping himself before a joke runs afoul. He does have a temper buried in him, though, and a wicked stubborn streak that rears up more often when a full moon approaches. Fortunately, having his sister by his side throughout his life has so far kept him aware of his sliding into lupine instincts. A nudge in the shoulder, a good shake, or simply being told he's starting to act like a lunatic has helped time and time again to bring him back to his senses. It could be said that Max is the one that keeps his humanity in focus when being cast into the throes of lunar lull tries to pry it away from his grips.
Though Max tends to take lead of the pair, Teddy expects equal say and attention. He's a strong personality on his own despite the dependency on his sister.
Special abilities/talents: Not that it's worth any real world value, but Teddy is legendary at Guitar Hero. Though he can play guitar, as well. He's prone to Def Leppard and 80s hairbands and the like in terms of his style; he's very apt at making noise. Also a decent cook, even if he lives mostly on pre-packages snacks.
Power(s): All those under the banner of a cursed werewolf.
Preferred Prey: N/A.
History: It was in Mysteria that Teddy was born, raised, went to school, and as it goes, where he'll probably die. But that's jumping the gun just a tad. Back to the start...
June 1st, 1983: Roger and Lydia Parker were blessed with a boy and girl twin set and they named the two Ted and Maxine. Of course, it soon became Teddy and Max -- Teddy adding letters where Max cut them out. That was the basis of the twins' relationship even from so early on, balancing each other out. They were more than a team, they were the team.
October 31st, 1988: Teddy donned his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles costume and after some confusion over which turtle he was ("It's orange!" "Looks red." "ORANGE. I'm Michaelangelo! I don't like Raphael!" "Yeah, but it looks red." "MOM, TELL MAX IT'S ORANGE."), Halloween was all for the seizing of his five-year-old, candy-greeding hands. Unfortunately, the night was cut short. A passerby attracted the young boy's attention, and thinking he'd just seen the most-awesome-most-coolest-tubular costume, like, EVER -- he wandered away from his mother and twin to have a closer look. It was all too quick for Teddy to mentally stomach. A searing pain in his arm, the blackness. When he awoke some time later, a term came up for the diagnosis: werewolf. Only, Teddy didn't quite catch it. He did, however, revel in all the get well wishes and balloons and cards and cookies. It wasn't until a month later that things had sunken in; after his first full moon, he'd asked his mother if he could maybe return all the cookies and balloons and cards to be well again. But life just doesn't work that way. That was when Max's psychic abilities surfaced, and Teddy was put to some ease knowing both he and his sister were, despite being fundamentally different as werewolf and psychic, both in the same boat.
School years (approx. 1988-2000): Team Parker carries on. Teddy and Max might have been the oddball duo, but no one thought to pick on either. Surely bullying one was the same as taking up a fight with both. Sometimes a physical fight, which Teddy was much less inclined to be involved with and at times was forced to pluck Max away from if her temper mounted to such a point that fists were the preferred method of reasoning. Not to say Teddy didn't find himself admiring the coffee maker inside the principle's office every so often while the principle rattled on about rules and things like that. Though, in general disapproval of violence when it came to his sister, his rounds with other boys (when his patience wore out) were usually some of the bloodiest. Bitten so young, he'd suffered bouts of lapsing into more animalistic instinct. Engaging in a fight only encouraged the hunter wolf in him, and until shaken back to his senses, his humanity would slide from focus. Luckily for Teddy, and moreso for those that crossed him, he never got too far.
College years (approx. 2000-2004): Moving out to attend college on his own was far out of the question. The choices were slim given the limitations of a werewolf, but Teddy took up his studies and pressed on to attend college, the same that Max opted to attend. Unwilling to yield his future to a monthly handicap, Teddy pressed on to conquer the school of education. It was only the natural flow of things to take up a shared apartment, then. He'd been decidedly decent with English in his school years and figured it couldn't be terribly hard to teach the subject himself. He graduated...
2004-present: And the return home to Mysteria looked bright for setting out on their own; another apartment was in the plans, but their parents soon migrated South with the geese to Florida and left to their children the old family house. It was a good leg up for the duo, not needing to worry about Teddy once a month with safe storage for a werewolf in the basement. Teddy is presently going on his third year as the freshman English teacher the local high school.
Flaws: Ever up to jokes or pranks, Teddy's been known to lack the ability to take matters seriously. There have been quite a few opportunities that slipped by because he just couldn't find the maturity in him to not make a wisecrack.
His persistence. Sometimes he doesn't know when to quit. It's partly his nagging his sister about where's she's been, what's she's been doing, where she's going. It's part his overall stubborn streak showing through, as well.
Teddy is, as his canine 'heritage' would hint at, color blind. Fully. His world is black and white.
Strengths: Teddy is a bright guy. He's very bright. He was the one in school that rarely cracked a book and rarely studied. A sponge for knowledge, he's a quick learner and a (fittingly) good teacher (if only he'd take his job a bit more seriously).
Teddy's immune system is on par with the Titanic. If it didn't sink. He doesn't sick very often -- at least not from the effect of germs. It's a very, very useful defense when the winter rolls around and he's teaching a class of over twenty with at least half the number sniffling, a quarter coughing, and the other quarter due in for the same in a few days in the cruel, unending cycle of contagiousness.
A natural charmer, Teddy finds talking to crowds and strangers a matter of ease. His humor and generally amicable exterior makes him equally easy to talk with -- that's talk with, not argue with.