HELHEIM, tuberose dom

[tuberose dom helheim]

*TUBEROSE DOM HELHEIM,

“so, let go, jump in. what are you waiting for?
cause there's beauty in the breakdown”

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*step into the spotlight,
» FULL NAME: tuberose dom helheim
» NICKNAMES: tube, tuber, rosey
» AGE/BIRTHDAY: seventeen/march twenty-seventh
» GENDER: male
» ORIENTATION: bisexual
» CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
» GROUP/GRADE: sophomore

*let them see who you are,
» HAIR: so brown it's nearly black
» EYES: a deep and dark blue
» HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5'10"; 150 lbs
» DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: few large tattoos on his arms and chest, piercings on his ears and a guage in his ear lobe
» STYLE: tuberose---that one word sums it all up
» OVERALL:
Growing up, Tuberose was the son of two fashion designers. Logic says that he’d be extremely fashion forward and stylish, right? Well, logic doesn’t always work in the case of Tuberose Helheim. This kid can be seen wearing literally anything. His parents had encouraged him at a young age to wear whatever he wanted and to be creative with it. Tuberose might have taken their freedom a little too far, though, because these days he wears whatever he wants, whenever he wants, and he doesn’t give a damn. Depending on his mood, Rosy will choose from his wide wardrobe of clothing. Putting together whatever he wants, Tuberose doesn’t care about this whole ‘matching’ thing. He finds it completely overrated and ridiculous, when you could just wear whatever you want to. More often than not his clothing will have rips and tears in it, and whether those are intentional or accidental, no one knows. Tuberose is completely unpredictable when it comes to his clothing. Accessorizing is also a fun ride with this kid, considering that he has his ears pierced multiple times and has small gauges in his earlobes. If he feels like only wearing one earring, he’ll do just that. If he feels like wearing a ton, or feathers, or pretty shiny hoops, he will. Tuberose can be seen wearing any multitude from no necklaces to twenty, and the same goes with bracelets. So basically, it’s whatever he wants to wear and feels like putting on.

Tuberose has pale skin, a reslut of staying inside for most of his life. He doesn’t really like the sun all too much, and is afraid of getting skin cancer. Just because skin cancer is bad. He’s not the biggest guy on the planet, and rarely does he ever work out. In fact, he never does. Tuberose isn’t one to appreciate sweat and pain, so he’d much rather watch what he eats and stay thin in that manner. This is relatively easy, though, because he was raised in an environment full of thin models and his parents never ate excessively. The only thing at his home was health foods, so Tuberose has no trouble keeping his wimpy little body in ‘shape’. Tuberose doesn’t care what other’s think of him, though, so he just does what he wants when it comes to his appearance. If he ever felt like shaving off all of his hair, he would. In fact, he can often be seen sporting some strange looks. Tuberose is one big collage of what he wants, and sure he might get some odd stares sometimes, but what does that matter if he likes it?

*shine through the darkness,
» LIKES: pillows, bubbles, drum sets, loud noise, ocean foam, rearranging his room, health food, distractions, pillowpets, having fun, entertainment of any sorts, photography, fuzzy sweaters, cats, cigarettes, alcohol, feng shui, reading, jazz and swing music, children, mentha lotion, camels, winter
» DISLIKES: computers, responsibility, cars, ice cream, foods with high fat content, clothing, stairs, mathmatics, summer, discrimination, work, death, pop music, van shoes, e-readers (nook, kobo, kindle, so and so), clipboards, staplers, sock puppets, pollution
» STRENGTHS: very optimistic, good at making friends, doesn’t let anything get to him, extremely oblivious, good at blocking out bad feelings
» WEAKNESSES: impulsive to the point of sheer stupidity, overly expressive, too dumb to realize he'll lose in the fights he picks, annoys people more than not, extremely oblivious
» SECRETS:
-he still blames himself for the death of his brother
-hides the pain through his personality
-hates being at the academy
-deathly afraid of scck puppets
» GOALS:
-to leave the academy
-to forget about his brother
-to be as happy and carefree as he puts on
-to destroy all the scok puppets in the world
» OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Tuberose is the sort of kid that’s in the middle of the classroom, getting all the attention and making the teacher equally pissed at him. Not for one moment is he capable paying attention, the energy in him seemingly boundless. He’s extremely energetic and is the spitting image of an energizer bunny. He can’t stand still for more than one moment, and he can’t keep a serious face for two. Tuberose is always the first one to crack a joke in a tough situation, or the one to lighten up the mood in a room. It seems that he has a constant smile plastered to his face at all times, and really just wants everyone to be happy with him. He likes spending time around funny people because their able to take his mind off of all his issues for the time being. It’s almost like a little vacation for him. It’s easy for him to make friends, considering that he loves talking and being social. He’s willing to be any ones friend, as long as they don’t get too annoyed of him from the start.

Tuberose is also extremely independent. He will often change from one group of friends to another as rapidly as his attention dwindles, and it might seem that he’s almost incapable of getting close to people. He hates being told what he can and can not do by anyone, but especially adults. He’s a free spirit who shouldn’t be chained down, or else he becomes sad and sallow. He’s also quite adventurous and loves going places he hasn’t been to before and trying new things. He can’t stand monotony and has urges to change his surroundings every few months, but considering that he is going to school and can’t leave to his family's summer home or winter cabin like he used to, he settles for rearranging his furniture often.

This kid hates responsibility more than anything else in the world. The feeling he gets when he knows people are depending on him makes him cringe and crawl back into himself. This stems from the loss of his brother and has grown beyond this initial fear. He isn’t very dependable at all. He has trouble standing up for his own actions and often can’t connect him with the effects. He gets in trouble a lot because it’s very easy for him to get into fights with other students, considering that he doesn’t think before he does anything, often springing him in to many confrontations.This boy truly does care about others, and will go out of his way to help. He loves seeing people smile and laugh and loves smiling and laughing along with them. Tuberose always has good intentions towards others, even when it may not seem that way, or if it doesn’t work out the way he originally planned it out to. But then again, very rarely does he actually plan anything out in the first place. He hates when people discriminate against others, and will stick up for anyway anywhere, even if it results in him being harmed or getting in trouble. In a way he’s rather stupid.

Under the mask of this sweet and silly kid is the true Tuberose Helheim. Someone who’s scared and nervous and weak. Ever since his brother died two years ago, Tuberose has been unable to forget the accident he had played witness to. In fact, he finds it hard to even sit in a car without getting nervous. Thinking about the accident can even send him into violent spells of sickness. He blames himself for letting his brother be hit by a car, and in a way it is his fault. This is the reason as to why he hates responsibility, because he was the one who was supposed to be watching over the seven year old child. Tuberose is unable to get out from behind the dark shadow that the incident has cast upon his life, but he knows that as long as he is in Santa Monica, and away from his family in New York, he can keep the bad memories at bay for just a little longer. With this in mind, Tuberose created a mask around his true feelings, and tries his hardest to portray himself as the carefree spaz ball that everyone thinks he is ... It’s easier for him to pretend to be happy then to be tormented over the loss.

*dive into your past,
» PARENTS: mary anne helheim, thirty-nine; larson helheim, forty-three
» SIBLINGS: bryony trinh, seven, deceased
» PETS: do the sock puppets he keeps chained up in his closet count? I guess not.
» SIGNIFICANT OTHER: n/a
» OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: his brother, bryony who he still thinks about more than he wants to
» HISTORY:
Born on March twenty-seventh to the happy parents of Mary-Ann and Larson Helheim, this baby was full of smiles and giggles. His parents immediately fell in love with him and began to indulge him at a young age. They wanted to spend every moment they could with their new son, but sadly they worked very hectic careers as fashion designers in New York City, and were unable to. Handing off the baby to a nanny, young Tuberose Helheim began his life on what seemed like a very cushioned path. When he turned seven his parents began to take him to the low key fashion shows and parties because they believed he was able to handle them. These events entitled staying up late and waking up early, and they soon wore out the young Tuberose. All he really wanted to do was watch t.v. like the other children and play, but he did what his parents wanted him to do without much complaint.

The next year his parents had another baby boy. Bryony Helheim was much different from Tuberose. Were Tuberose was goof and smiles, Bry was a sallow little baby who cried more than smiled and had health problems from the very beginning. Somewhere along the lines the two brothers bonded together and Tuberose could be seen following his young brother everywhere. Where ever the nanny took Bry, Tuberose would be there close behind. His parents were joyed by this and glad that the two children liked each other, enabling them to go off and work while the older Tuberose was soon capable of taking care of young Bryony.

Six years later, Bryony was still a weak seven year old who had been diagnosed with a pervasive development disorder and Tuberose was a flourishing teenager. Tuberose had many friends at this age and went to school at a nearby private institute. He’d often get into fights with the other children, who would often make fun of Bry for the disorder that made him a little different than everyone else and a tid bit slower than the kids his age. His parents figured it wasn’t that big of a problem and overlooked it, busy with work and too wrapped up in their own business to focus on their kids these days. Tuberose was held back a year, his freshman year, because of his record at the school and his terrible grades. It’s not that he couldn’t keep up with the carriculum, Tuberose just didn’t want to learn the things the teachers were trying to jam down his brain. He excelled in his english classes and did well in science, but he failed epically in mathmatics and history. Those things were just boring to him. It was around this time, with summer vacation underway, that the two Helheim boy’s parents decided to go on a trip to Japan for a fashion show. They made sure that Tuberose knew he was in charge of watching over his brother and that Bry was his responsibility. Tuberose agreed to this, glad to have the house all to himself. Thoughts of parties and get-togethers most likely flew through his mind at this time, but none of those things were enacted upon, because it was two days into Mr. and Mrs. Helheim’s absence when the accident happened.

Tuberose had been in his room listening to music and rearranging his bed when he decided to check on his younger brother again. They had been playing a board game only a few moments ago, so he had figured that the kid would be okay. How wrong could someone be? By the time he heard the crash and sirens, Tuberose was sprinting down the stairs and practically knocking down the front door. The scene of his brother’s mangled and bloody body in the street, the car seemingly unscathed next to him, and the police cars rushing to the site was burned into his mind forever.

During the time following his brother’s death, Tuberose began to change and morph. He no longer spent time with his friends and he acted out in school more often, getting into fights and getting caught on the premises with alcohol. A year after the accident, Tuberose was withdrawn from school by his parents when they finally realized something was wrong. Teachers had caught him on the premises with alcohol, and before he could be expelled his parents took him out from the private school he had been attending, saving his record from nearly inevitable destruction. His parents didn’t know what to do with their only son. At this point they were busier than ever, attempting to drown their grief in long hours filled with work. Luckily, one of their coworkers knew about the Belmont Academy and sold the idea of sending their son away to Manhattan. His parents didn’t even stop to think that maybe he wasn’t quite prepared for the intense learning that would insue at this new school, because all they truly wanted was to be able to breath for a moment. Arriving at the new school, Tuberose found it much easier to forget all the memories of his past. Picking up his mask and letting go of everything he once knew, Tuberose prepared himself for his high school career at Belmont Academy.

*behind the scenes,
» NAME/ALIAS: shay nicole
» AGE: fifteen
» ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: a few months----newb alert!
» HOW YOU FOUND US: gosh, a long and extensive hunt through affiliates for good sites
» CODE PHRASE: ADMIN EDIT.
» RP SAMPLE:

"Don't take this offensive, or anything, but most rock musicians do smell like some sort of spoiled food. I'm sure you don't," Tuberose said as he leaned closer to Jasper. It was true; personal hygiene was something that was neglected more than the animals in a pet shelter amongst today's teens. Luckily for Tuberose, his parents had been Nazi's about being clean and healthy. But that didn't mean that everyone else his age was. . . Eying Jasper suspiciously, Tuberose guessed that he was clean enough. He couldn't really tell unless---Leaning over in a bad attempt at being sneaking, Tuberose sniffed at the other boys neck. Inhaling, Tuberose was satisfied after a moment and moved away a bit. Nope, most definitely not spoiled milk. "I'm positive that you don't. Actually, you smell rather good." Tuberose sure did love good smelling things; he was one of those kids that could spend a whole day in Bath and Body Works. Of course, not a lot of kids actually do that. "Don't let asses like that bother you, kid. He's probably jealous he's not as epic as you are." Tuberose smiled. He never let people like that bother him. Sure, there were tons of things said behind his back about him, he was sure of that. But it was much easier to just ignore them and pretend that everyone was in love with him. Tuberose liked doing that.

"Dude, friends are always good." Tuberose wasn't sure if Jasper realized how awesome getting signed and all was; maybe it was a good thing that his band mates didn't tell him all the bloody details. His head would most likely either explode from excitement, or he would dance around with a jar of peanut butter singing the alphabet song backwards while doing the chicken dance. Tuberose was kind of hoping for the latter, considering that it would be the most entertaining thing he had seen in ages. But who really knew?

Tuberose grinned as Jasper jumped up and down. FINALLY! He had managed to meet someone who enjoyed the finer things in life as he did! At first, when he had moved to Santa Monica his freshman year at the academy, Tuberose had been bored by everyone. Compared to New York City, these kids were nothing. No one had been able to satisfy Tuberose's raging energy or entertain him for more than a few minutes. It wasn't really the other student's fault, or anything. Tuberose just had an attention span the size of a pea. Scratch that, half of a pea. Anyway, the other people at Santa Monica hadn't given him anything to do, so Tuberose had been forced to improvise in his new surroundings. Which, realistically, entitled drugs and alcohol and other fun activities. One thing he had learned to love about the California academy was just how relaxed they were. In New York, he had been expelled for have alcohol on the school campus after hours. Here, they didn't seem to give a damn. But intermixed with all the bad habits he had formed years ago where the things that made Tuberose truly the happiest; such as staring, hunting for strange shiny objects in the street, and searching for small bird-like animals. Yep, Tuberose is a man of many talents it would seem. Or not.

Could he read minds? Well, not exactly. BUT HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE IF HE COULD? That would be the absolute most amazing thing ever, Tuberose thought with a goofy expression on his face, as if he were imagining a world where he was the ultimate mind reader and everyone loved him and wanted to talk to him. Yeah, that would be the life, wouldn't it? But then again. . . Everyone would want him to read other peoples minds and whatnot, and then they would want him to do even more stuff for them because he had super powers, and then he'd have to. . ."NO! I can't read minds, and I'm sure as hell happy I can't!" It took a moment for Tuberose to realize how strange he had sounded, of course. After all, his own voice only sounded like music to his ears, not like actual functioning sentences. "I'm sorry. BUT YEAH, OF COURSE YOU LIKE THOSE THINGS. You wouldn't be nearly as awesome a person if you didn't." It was true. Only awesome people would even consider penguin searching with Tuberose.

When Tuberose heard the mention of aliens, his attention immediately perked up. And when the word hunting followed, he was nearly shaking with excitement. "OH MY GOD! Of course I want to go alien hunting! I've never been before, but it sounds pretty AWESOME!" Tuberose had never done anything like that before. He was starting to think that compared to Jaspers life, his was pretty boring. And Tuberose hated boring with a passion. "CAN WE GO NOW?!" Tuberose couldn't help wondering if alien hunting required awesome gear. . . That would be sooo cool! What if they got abducted? And the super awesome aliens from Venus probed their brains with feather dusters? That was when Tuberose realized just how ridiculous he was being---Aliens wouldn't be using feather dusters, they'd have much cooler devices to probe the two boys with, DUH!

Tuberose wondered what time it was. How late had they been talking? It was dark, that was for sure. Glancing down at his wrist, Tuberose realized that he wasn't wearing a watch. Oh well. It wasn't as if he had any appointments to make in the morning, which would be implying that Tuberose ever did anything important with his life. Which he most definitely did not. "We should go alien hunting! But how exactly do you do that?" Tuberose couldn't wait! This could possibly the most bestest night of his life!

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