- Messages
- 76
- OOC First Name
- Tymm(Tim)
- Wand
- 15" CherryWood Core Essence of Griffen Claw
NOTE: When Timothy talks to himself, one side will adress him by Timothy and one side will address him as nothing.
Timothy walked the streets of the familiar alley he had been beaten up in. Childhood memories made his insomniadic mind curdle and made him begin talking to himself. It brougt memories of the bullies whom beat him to a pulp each and every day. It also brought back memories of his father and mother fighting and both of them blaming him for their faults.
"Don't worry Timothy, you have me now." Tim said to himself.
"Yes, thank you, you are the only one I can look up to." He said again this time as if to be a whole different person.
"Remember Timothy, I will always protect you. Together, our magic beats all others." The other side of Tim said again.
Timothy presently sat down by the side of the dark and bleak alley. He didn't know why he came back here all the time. He didn't know why he found himself always wondering around the darkest and more creepiest places. It was as if he had an OCD for dark things. Something that could not ever be helped unless the medicated him to extreme lengths in which he did not enjoy. He noticed a nearby drunken fight break out. Two broad male wizards threw fists at each other. It was probably over which girl was starring at them. The fight reminded him of his Mother and Father always brutally fighting each other and Timothy himself. Oddly, Timothy smiled at this. He hated drunks and it brought pleasure to him when he saw them beat each other's brains out. The hangover of those two would not be pretty.
Soon, one drunk overpowered the other and commenced to beat the other to a pulp as Timothy has been beaten when he was little. Timothy withdrew his wand. He didn't want the fight ot be over so he was going to aid the defencless one. "What spell should we use Timothy?" He asked himself. He replied with a, "The Immobulis Charm." He smiled as he pointed the wand at the powerful man and then said, "Immobulos." It wa a quiet murmer of the spell so he wouldn't attract attention towards himself. The man was immobolized and unable to move. The beat one got up and commenced beating the other.
Timothy walked the streets of the familiar alley he had been beaten up in. Childhood memories made his insomniadic mind curdle and made him begin talking to himself. It brougt memories of the bullies whom beat him to a pulp each and every day. It also brought back memories of his father and mother fighting and both of them blaming him for their faults.
"Don't worry Timothy, you have me now." Tim said to himself.
"Yes, thank you, you are the only one I can look up to." He said again this time as if to be a whole different person.
"Remember Timothy, I will always protect you. Together, our magic beats all others." The other side of Tim said again.
Timothy presently sat down by the side of the dark and bleak alley. He didn't know why he came back here all the time. He didn't know why he found himself always wondering around the darkest and more creepiest places. It was as if he had an OCD for dark things. Something that could not ever be helped unless the medicated him to extreme lengths in which he did not enjoy. He noticed a nearby drunken fight break out. Two broad male wizards threw fists at each other. It was probably over which girl was starring at them. The fight reminded him of his Mother and Father always brutally fighting each other and Timothy himself. Oddly, Timothy smiled at this. He hated drunks and it brought pleasure to him when he saw them beat each other's brains out. The hangover of those two would not be pretty.
Soon, one drunk overpowered the other and commenced to beat the other to a pulp as Timothy has been beaten when he was little. Timothy withdrew his wand. He didn't want the fight ot be over so he was going to aid the defencless one. "What spell should we use Timothy?" He asked himself. He replied with a, "The Immobulis Charm." He smiled as he pointed the wand at the powerful man and then said, "Immobulos." It wa a quiet murmer of the spell so he wouldn't attract attention towards himself. The man was immobolized and unable to move. The beat one got up and commenced beating the other.