ACKART, Tyler Derek

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TYLER DEREK ACKART!



IN THE DARKNESS I WILL FIGHT
to take us into the light

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS
Emily
AND I'VE BEEN FLOATING
AROUND THIS WORLD FO
R eighteen YEARS NOW.
MY OTHER CHARACTERS
ARE nonexistent.

BECAUSE WHAT GOOD ARE YOUR EYES
if you won't be alright?

[/b] Tyler Derek Ackart
NICKNAMES: His customers know him by the alias "T"
AGE: Eighteen
GENDER:Male
SEXUALITY: Bisexual, he prefers women romantically but has a secret tendency to toy with men in the bedroom
MAJOR: Medicine with a concentration in pharmacology
SORORITY/FRATERNITY: Unaffiliated currently, but he may pledge in the future
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AND IN ROUGH TIDES WE WILL DIVE
i will keep us alive

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» Alphabetical order
» Altering his state of being
» the Astros
» Attention
» Clean spaces
» Coffee with cream and sugar
» Fast food
» The female form
» Good girls
» Hard liquor
» Houston, Texas
» Independence
» Innocence
» Marlboro Reds
» Mathematics
» Money
» Offending people
» Privacy
» Sarcasm
» Stimulants, particularly cocaine
» Submissive men
» Tattoos
» Technology
DISLIKES:
» Authority
» Being ignored
» Boredom
» Children
» Commitment
» Compliments regarding his eyes, cheek bones, or any other seemingly effeminate feature
» Criticism regarding his lifestyle
» Disorganization
» Insecurity
» Loud girls
» Religion
» Rejection
» The Truth, especially if it's hurtful
» Self-importance and self-righteousness
» Vegetarians and vegans
HOPES:
Tyler has a single, fairly elaborate dream which he has been planning actively since he was a young teen and is finally in the process of executing. It goes as follows:
» Receive a Bachelors of Medicine from UCLA
» Attend a prestigious medical school
» Graduate, become an M.D and start his own pharmaceutical 'practice'
» Work for himself as he begins his own 'business', becoming a grossly wealthy gangster who creates all of his own product
PERSONALITY: Tyler's personality is one defined mainly through stark contradiction; he is independent and social, insecure but arrogant, insensitive yet emotional. He loves to be the center of attention in communicative situations but also requires extensive amounts of alone time to recharge from them. He is extremely self-conscious regarding his delicate, waifish appearance and comprised social status whilst also being extremely arrogant in terms of his academic finesse and quick wit on the streets. Tyler often is known for being callous in relationships, whether casual or romantic, but when it comes to what is most important to him he is extremely sensitive and sentimental. Ultimately these qualities make him seem very selfish and childish, which he is, but he also is an anomaly in that he is extremely motivated academically whilst actively using drugs and partaking in a dangerous lifestyle. Tyler is a difficult person to define considering the fact that he identifies himself as two distinct, contrasting persona's: he is Tyler Ackart, the over-achieving scholar, but he is also T, the untrustworthy drug dealer and addict. A character make-up similar to Dr. Jeykll and Mr. Hyde, sometimes Tyler wonders who he truly is, but as his drug use and goals become increasingly intertwined until they are almost interchangeable, it's only a matter of time before his most positive qualities begin to fade.
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ARMED WITH ONLY OUR SCREAMS
we held tight to our dreams

[/b] Hollywood dreams and broken hopes
RP SAMPLE: "
Alexander turned quickly on the heels of his leather shoes, suddenly facing a man whom he had known all too well. He smirked inwardly, dark eyes lingering on the professor for a few moments too long, taking in the young man's appearance gladly as he had almost forgotten how incredibly adorable he was. It was a strange behavior, being the student in a relationship yet referring to his superior as 'adorable'. Then again, it was only in Alex's nature to be borderline condescending, and he was sure that his cheeky attitude was what most of his older lovers had cherished him for, it was like a naughty schoolboy complex. He grinned, folding his arms over his chest as he leaned casually against the wall, inviting Dante to come closer.

As expected, the first thing that the professor noted was the apparent smell of cigarettes, which was rather pungent considering that the room was previously unscented before the boy's arrival. Alexander could only giggle slightly at the accusation though, responding rather coolly, “Me, make a good first impression?” his grin widened , revealing his teeth slightly,“that's like asking a fish to walk on its hind legs.” It was good to run into Mr. Borowski here, he was one of the few professors who allowed Alex to joke around without getting offended, a good humored man who was considerably laid back considering his profession. The majority of teachers at St. Gabe's gave the impression that once a student was in his presence, he was walking on glass... in four inch stiletto heels. An unpleasant experience.

A few moments passed between the two men, the teen having uncrossed his arms as Mr. Borowski continued the conversation, asking him politely as to when he had arrived. Alexander drew his palm
just behind his neck, his fingers reaching toward the top of his spine, holding onto himself as he answered the man's question easily, “Hm, around thirty minutes ago? I really haven't been here all that long... all I did was leave my things in my new dorm room and wandered over here, figuring it would be empty.” He gave a half-smile, despite having expecting solitude, he appreciated the company of the older man, not only because he was easy on the eyes, but there was a comforting quality about him, making the teen feel a bit more at ease at the academy. It's not that this place had grown unfamiliar, just unfriendly.

He let out a small sigh, his gaze wandering about the room carelessly, until suddenly the brunette professor had said something that had completely caught him off guard, he had openly complimented his appearance. Alexander cocked an eyebrow, wondering if this man could possibly be serious. As much as he was aware of his weight loss, and quite pleased because of it, he was also well aware that he looked like pale and sleep deprived mess, dark circles and all. Still, he was mildly amused by the man's gesture and responded in a typically bold fashion, “Don't flatter me, Mr. Borowski.” he then chuckled softly, indicating his humorous intentions, “You, on the other hand, look radiant as ever.” He then removed his hand from behind his neck and ran his fingers through his own dark hair, tousling it boyishly; Alexander loved to play the seductress."
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LET'S SING A LULLABY TO OUR
days fought to survive

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