Post by Ples Tibenoch on Nov 30, 2010 2:39:43 GMT -5
Name: Ples Tibenoch.
Age: he looks to be in his early 40's or so, but his true age is ove the unknown.
Gender: Male.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 189lbs.
Physical Appearance:
Ples looks like your average, worked up human, but there is an odd flaw within him that he tends to hide. Under his torso, there is mechanical-like organs that act like gears. He resembles that of a human otherwise.
Picture:
Personality:
Ples. What to say about his personality? Well, one side if very calm. Collective. Professional. He can handle great things with a sad looking stare and a calm reply. Never one to really act out of reach and is rather quiet for the most part. Just your usual accountant.
However...
There is another side to his nice complexion. A somewhat darker side. It comes here and there and Ples will act entirely different then his well known self. He laughs harder. He grins almost all the time. And is more then happy to make others feel more then miserable. He'll point out flaws and cause as much issues as he possibly can. He enjoys the darker side of things. A lot more then his lighter side.
Both are at total differences of one another. Arguments occur greatly, but Ples is well used to it.
History:
Ples back history is well to the unknown as this point in time. But in the most recent era, he's been known to work as a local accountant and is a hard core drinker. His soft side handles most of the majority on the outsides of his home while his inner side handles what happens within his dark home. In recent times, the young Hanna and his few friends made it into his home. Finding his rather dark side then from times before where he showed restraint and little emotion.
Ples was far from safe as he was obviously drinking who knows what and was very unstable. Unstable to the point of pushing Hanna's buttons and getting a fist to his face. Things did not go well with anyone of them, but Ples at this point was where he could not control what was spurring from his mouth.
In the discovery of this school, Ples felt he wished to try something. Even with the risk of his other side, he felt he could handle a good challenge. Teaching was one of his favorite thoughts in his distant childhood. In this, he took the opportunity to jump in and be one of the teachers for the school. And that is where he is landed today.
House: Venomfang.
Allies: N/A
Enemies: N/A
Love Interest: None.
Year at School: Teacher.
Subject: Engineering/Mechanics.
Peace or Power: Peace. POWER! But I want to strive for peace. "Well I wish to strive for power.-( Both, most likely Power.
Sample Post:
A small hum came from the emotionless looking Ples Tibenoch as he was pacing his way to his quaint classroom. With the key he was given and the books he planned to use to observe his first lesson, the skinny teacher made his way in with a sway of the door. His shaded eyes scouted the room with curiosity and used his long fingers to flick the light switch.
With a near blinding flash, Ples squinted at the force of the blaring lights that were blazing above. He sighed. "Ah. At least there is light." His British accent fluently spoke out into the awkward silence. He gently placed the books to his dark desk that sat by itself towards the front.
A darker tone made it's way out of Ples' lips. "No. They're too bright." His voice hissed. His accent nearly gone. Ples' face was at a more angered looking pout by this point. However, it faded quickly as he turned and looked to the windows near by.
"Will those windows do?" He asked himself. Making a small trck to them and flipping the shades.
"Yes." He answered darkly and Ples moved to the lights, quickly adjusting them. A louder sigh left the soft expression of the new teacher as he clicked his heels over to his desk, observing the text within the books. "Ah. This will be fun." He put his right hand to the test as he began to read it thought his lowered glasses. "Yeah. For you, maybe." His darker side hissed, but Ples quickly ignored it.
