NOTHING PERSONAL i didn't survive the crash(TLYER)

[TYLER BRADFORD]

BRADFORD , tyler charles - seventeen - Nick Thompson

ohaithur. my name is NEKO and i'm a BITCH. i found
this place through LARII and i joined because i'm cool like that.
i'm from ENGLAND and those rules? psh, i read them twice.
want proof? LOST IN STEREO. oh, btw, if you wanna contact me, just
ASK. oyar, i also play HART KENNEDY. now,
onto this little GUY.

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full name -

Tyler Charles Bradford

nicknames -

Ty, Tie-dye, T-Y, Tyler-scene, Britney

age -

seventeen

date of birth -

27th July 1991

school year -

dropped out

member group

local

gender -

boi

orientation -

sexual like a hetro!

play by -

Nick Thompson

canon or original? -

canon

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height -

5’ 11”

weight -

150 lbs

tattoos and piercings -

tattoo on his chest that reads ‘the cards live on’ and a lip piercing on the left side. He has a tattoo on his lower back reading ‘fuck life’. On his arms he has the letter K and the letter V.

distinguishing features -

Tyler is incredibly photogenic with gorgeous blue eyes and a sharp jawbone. He has a softly toned body, and surprisingly hairless chest for a man. His hair is naturally a light brunette, and his facial hair is pretty much exactly teh same colour. He has quite small feet for a guy of his height, being only a size nine and a half.

physical flaws -

he has a lot of various scars from being beaten up when he was younger. He also has a nasty scar on his leg where he ripped it open on a rock whilst surfing – that scar is more recent and still quite pink.

personal style -

Tyler looks like a typical surfer, with tight shirts, loose board shorts and normally just flipflops on his feet or battered converse. He often wears a baggy grey hoodie when it’s cold but he hardly ever wears long trousers as he doesn’t tend to feel the cold. When he does, they’re black skinny jeans. Tyler never wears underwear, for reasons no one know. He also doesn’t like socks very much.

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likes -

Alexisonfire, Every Time I Die, Deaf Havana, heavy metal, scremo/punk, photography, singing, surfing, being talked about, taking about others, pineapple Bacardi breezer, cats, gum trees, swimming, fish, drugs, Sake, the Japanese

dislikes -

Rain, overcast skies, the sound of things smashing, hamsters, Kerrang, Jared Leto, girls that look like boys and boys that look like girls, bad hair days, wimps who are ‘scared’ of his music, Fall Out Boy, most mainstream music, abstract art, Panic At The Disco, pop-punk/rock, hangovers, headaches, wearing underwear, sand in unmentionable places, ‘kiddy bands’

strengths -

Tyler is a great surfer, he can ‘sing’ screamo and is incredibly talented with economics. He’s the best shit-stirrer in town, and is quite adept at photography.

weaknesses -

he’s addicted to a wide variety of drugs, and he’s pretty much hooked on drinking Sake – he’ll do fucking anything for just a little tiny bit of narcotics. Tyler has violent tendencies, and is quick to anger. When he’s in a blind rage, he’s indiscriminate and anyone could get hurt. Tyler isn’t actually very good at reading (even though he has a wide vocabulary), and avoids books at all costs.

fears -

his father, going to hell, rehab

secret -

My mother ran away with me when I was thirteen to get away from my abusive father. We’re still in hiding.

overall personality -

Tyler is just about the most self-centred, egocentric guy you’ll probably ever meet. Without fail, he will always come first in his eyes. I mean, where are you going to get in life if you’re always worrying about other people’s needs? Tyler will act on something without first considering the effect it will have on other people and will often find he’s kicking himself in the ass for it afterwards.

If Tyler wants something, he’ll bloody well do anything in his power to get it, regardless of how cruel or selfish the means by which he acquires it are. He often says things to people without thinking, and he can seriously cut deep with his thoughtless words. Tyler gets a kind of perverse entertainment out of saying spiteful things whether it’s to someone’s face or spreading nasty rumours behind their backs. People often try and give him a taste of his own medicine, or get back at him for the hurtful things he says and does but he just doesn’t care.

If Tyler wants something, he won’t give up. He will stick to his guns even if the world was crumbling around him he’d still argue that it wasn’t, if that’s what he believed. His ceaseless tenacity can get incredibly tiring after a while and people often let him win arguments simply to get away from him because he is just that annoying when it comes to arguing with him. Even if you surrender, though, he’ll continue to argue. He just won’t back down, even if you do.

Although stubborn as a rock, Tyler is a very open minded person. He sees beyond the stereotypes on everyone’s head and tries to understand each person or group of people for who they are. Unfortunately, he doesn’t tend to let this side of him out in the open so he subjects people to the normal prejudice you’d expect from a seventeen year old boy. If his mother was in a grave, she’d be turning in it.

Tyler attacks situations in a very methodical manner; he accesses the scene, makes an escape plan in case things go wrong, then plough in with a sense of self importance. He always seems to have some way of attempting to weed his way out of uncomfortable spots. A lot of the time, his malicious nature and his scheming tendencies go hand in hand to make him a formidable gossip king. He knows how to use the information that comes to him and twist situations to his advantage at all times. You never know what he’s going to be up to next. One thing is certain though – Tyler Bradford is always up to something.

Lending his intelligence to his calculative mind, Tyler is undeniably a bright spark. Unfortunately he seems to waste his smarts on plotting his next move in some scheme to ruin Jo Blog’s reputation or how best to manipulate the information given to him. In this way, he’s a bit like a small child. Anything that’s handed to him will get picked apart, rearranged and totally mutilated from its previous form but still be recognisably what was given to him. He soaks things up like a sponge, and his memory is sharp for things that he’s interested in. It’s a shame he doesn’t use his brain for school work.

Tyler often gets what he wants, but when he gets it, he wants more. He’s information hungry, he grabs at any scrap of money and gossip that comes his way and he gets cranky when the sex dries up. Anything you can think of, he’ll want more of it. From hugs, to cans of sprite, to joints of weed; Tyler hoards and uses to excess. If you have something he wants, he’ll stop at nothing to get it off you.

Always on the lookout for his next fuck, Tyler’s morality (which is kind of tiny to begin with) gets thrown out the window when it comes to satisfying himself. He’s often inhibited in his pursuits, however, by his rather small size in the thingy department. He has a bit of a complex about it (his band’s name is a joke at his expense) and so he tends to return to people he knows, especially Cass.

Daring Tyler to do things is very boring, because you can pretty much guarantee he’ll do it without question. Tyler’s fearless, a daredevil, stupid or whatever you want to call it. He’s always up for a thrill, and likes to take risks. Life, to Tyler, is just bloody boring if you’re not living a bit on the dangerous side. He’s always pushing the limits, breaking the rules and getting himself in all kinds of stupid trouble. As his best friend Ciaran once suggested, Tyler needs someone to keep an eye on him at all times.

Tyler’s a witty, back chatting smart aleck, and it often gets him in a lot of trouble with the authorities. He’s always rebelling against everything he’s told to do, and never pays attention to what anyone else says or suggests to him. He isn’t very trusting, and tends to close himself into his own little world of Tyler-centred awesome. He can come across as a bit of an ass – which he is – but a lot of people don’t realise that this is just one side of Tyler. Unfortunately, it’s one of the only sides he really ever shows.

Most of the time, Tyler behaves like an ADHD sufferer, always unable to sit still, twitching and fidgeting and pacing around. He can be quite impatient most of the time, but if he sets his mind to it, he can actually be quite a patient guy. If you really demand his attention, and he likes you enough, he can make quite a good listener and is very open minded about what you’ve got to say (most of the time). Although not necessarily a good choice for a shoulder to cry on, he gives great advice for financial difficulty thanks to economics being one of his main interests.

Although talkative, loudmouthed and rude, Tyler is actually a very secretive guy. He doesn’t like people knowing much about himself, and tends to hide a lot of his personality behind a screen of bad behaviour, drugs and rudeness. His thoughts and feelings are buried deep beneath his whacky antics, and it’s difficult to tell when there’s something wrong. One wrong step and he could go off like a bomb, without any prior warning to the kind of mood he might be in. He acts quite sulky and moody a lot of the time, but it’s never a genuine bad mood.

Despite Tyler’s huge ego, he is actually quite hard on himself. Behind the bravado, he quite blatantly hates himself. He hates who he is, who he was and what he might become. In all honesty, he’s his own worst enemy, and is constantly beating himself up inside for what he is. But he feels he’s gone too far to turn back, and so continues the act.

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hometown -

Epsom, UK

father -

Keith, Forty, engineer

mother -

Linda, Forty, PA

siblings -

half sister Ella, three

pets -

none

history -

Keith and Linda Bradford got married young, when they were only in their early twenties. They were young lovers, having met in Sixth Form College. They rushed into the marriage, when their romance was still as young and immature as they were. Their first and only child, Tyler, was born only a year into their marriage. The strain of a child, Keith being in university, and the discovery that they were growing up and growing out of their romance, put a lot of stress on the young couple. The relationship was on the rocks, and the tension built up over many months. Eventually, the two began to crack. They argued almost constantly, and Keith started drinking more than he probably should. When the relationship became abusive, Tyler was only two years old. His earliest memory is of seeing his dad hit his mum over the head with a plate.

Growing up in a violent environment affected Tyler badly, and he was a very aggressive, defensive young child at school. But at home, he was a nervous wreck. After his mother had to visit hospital for broken ribs when he was six years old, Tyler began to harbour a tremendous guilt – too huge for any child of his age to have to feel. He had the opportunity to tell someone what was happening, someone important, when he had to go to hospital with his mum, but he never got the courage. Even now, he feels sick to his stomach just thinking about how close he came to ending the violence before it got out of control.

Tyler’s father turned his violence on his own son when Tyler was only five years old. It wasn’t much at first, just the odd shove or smack, but slowly it grew into something much worse and more dangerous. It wasn’t until Tyler was thirteen that he and his mother escaped the abuse. They lived in Tyler’s grandmas’ house whilst the divorce was being processed, and as soon as the legalities were over, they moved to Cornwall.

Once in Cornwall, Tyler joined the local senior school. He was the class reject for a while, but by the time he was in the second year, he’d relaxed a lot and made some friends.

Into third year, Tyler picked up an interest in drugs. It was innocent pot smoking at first, but slowly it got worse and worse, and he eventually got to a point where he had a joint of weed clamped in his lips at every open opportunity. He became good friends with his dealer, and would sometimes work as a drugs mule for extra cash.

Tyler never came back to take his GCSEs, and so has no qualifications. He’s been living the easy life ever since, surfing all day and doing hard drugs all night. He’s dabbled in various music and photography projects, but lacks the focus to really get anywhere with anything.

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roleplay sample

Fidgeting in frustration, Hart tried to move her legs so it was at least a little more comfortable should she choose to sit here and wait. She found that, even in a predicament such as this, she was still worried about the state of her clothes. Luckily she was wearing black jeans, so the dirt wouldn’t show. Comfortable in the knowledge that she would still look good whilst sitting with her heel stuck in a cattle grid, she tried again to free her foot. But it was no use – she was sitting in the most awkward of positions and if she tried to move her foot far enough to wiggle the heel out she’d end up injuring her ankle. Huffing angrily to herself, she pushed her hair out of her face again and looked around to see if anyone was coming to help her. No one in sight.

Just as she’d begun contemplating taking her shoes off, a large, battered old pickup truck rattled its way down the track towards her. Needless to say, this panicked her slightly as she was currently sitting stuck in its path and she wasn’t sure the driver had seen her. She looked the other way and hoped they would see her before they ran right over her. The driver probably wouldn’t even feel a bump as they went over her; she was so small and skinny. She’d been looking the other way for longer than it would have taken the truck to reach her, she realised, and turned her head back to look and see if the truck had stopped. It had, of course, and a rather frighteningly skeletal man hopped out of the truck.

He looked like death, if death had a physical embodiment. His eyes and cheeks were sunken in, his hands were dry and flaky and he looked like he’d slept in those same clothes in the back of his truck for the best part of his life. Hart had always thought she was pretty skinny herself, but it was almost actually painful to look at this man. A rather manic, lopsided grin split his face and Hart had an uncomfortable feeling that she was about to be eaten.

As soon as the man opened his mouth, she felt slightly better. His voice – unlike what she had feared – was actually rather pleasant, with a heavy accent and a sincere ring to it. Suddenly he didn’t seem so death-like anymore, as Hart highly doubted death sounded so friendly.
“Yes just a bit,” she snapped tersely, feeling herself blushing. She’d been caught in a totally ridiculous predicament and the man probably thought she was some complete idiot. And to top it all off he was a complete stranger who looked rather unpleasant. Her defences were already going up.
“Thank you,” she muttered quietly as he offered to help, bending down beside her and requesting she kept still. She did, feeling slightly nervous even though she doubted he meant harm. He gently took her ankle in his hands and freed her from the cattle grid.

Her ankle throbbed in relief, and she hesitantly reached out and took his hand which he’d offered to help her up with.
“I was doing well till just then,” she sighed, avoiding eye contact. Hart felt stupid enough already without having to see the amusement written across his face as well.
“Well, I was just going to take a look at the horses,” she explained, “You don’t see them much in New York.” Her New Yorker accent was quite soft, unlike Jagger’s Deep South drawl, so it might have been hard to pick up her place of origin.

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