Post by Thomas Trumper on Jan 3, 2010 20:28:14 GMT -5
THOMAS (NO MIDDLE NAME) TRUMPER
"they judge by the way he looks, the cover's not quite like the book"
And I'm thinking of the worst things that I could say to you
Name|| Thomas (no middle name) Trumper
Nick Name|| Tom or Tomi, but that one is reserved for certain people because it's kind of embarassing
Gender|| Male
Birthday|| September 1st
Sexual Orientation|| Gay, but I flirt with everyone
Ethnicity || German
Face Claim || Tom Kaulitz
and this never will be right with me
Hair|| Dirty blonde dreadlocks
Eyes|| Big chocolate brown puppy eyes, dare you to look into them and not be swept off your feet
Height|| 6'1"
Weight|| 153
Body Type|| Skinny but muscular... not that you can tell from the baggy clothes
Skin Type|| Tan
Distinguishing Features|| Small mole on my right cheek... the one on my FACE
Tattoos|| None
Piercings|| Just my lip, left side
Style|| Generally I'm found in baggy jeans and shirts at least three sizes too big with a sweatband around my forehead and a hat on. Though if you're one of the lucky ones, you've seen me with much less.
I'm tongue tied and terrified of what I'll say.
Likes|| --flirting --a pretty smile --cars --summer --music --going to the movies --spending time with family --games (arcade, board, video, card, etc.) --kissing --doing things right
Dislikes|| --people that are rude just because they think it makes them cool --lying --spiders --stupid choices (such as drunk driving) --irresposibility/immaturity --hospitals --cold weather --lame movies --litter bugs --greedy people
Secrets|| --even though I flirt with everyone and have dated a lot of people, I'm not as much of a slut as people seem to think --I like that people assume that I'm a gangster just by looking at me, sometimes being such a sweetheart gets on my nerves --I kind of like being in school
Fears|| --people I love dying, which ties in with --being alone, I like people too much --being trapped somewhere, I'm not claustrophobic, I just want to know I'll be able to get out --failing, not school because I could care less, I just want to make a good life for myself --spiders, stupid I know, but it's a legitimate fear!
Strengths|| --flirting, enough said --getting out of anything, no one can resist my sweet smile and puppy dog eyes... well, almost no one --loyal, no I'm not a dog, but even with my reputation, I've never once cheated on someone --honest, well mostly... I may not admit to things, but if you ask me I won't lie to you --strong, mentally and physically, but I'm only human and I do have limits to my strength
Weaknesses|| --flirting, I may be good at it, but it gets me into trouble sometimes --a pretty smile, brings me to my knees every time... take that as you will --family, seriously, a guy giving his little sister a hug or holding her hand while crossing the street without complaint makes me melt, not that I go around admitting it --blondes, typical I know, but they really are hot --cars, I will do ANYTHING to get a ride in a nice car
Dreams|| --traveling the world, I want to see everything there is to see --finding someone who makes me WANT to settle down, I enjoy flirting and dating different people but I do want to fall in love someday
Over All Personality|| I'm the guy who flirts with everyone and who everyone expects to sleep around. Most people would be surprised to know that I can count the number of people I've slept with on two hands, but it's not like I keep it a secret, I just let people think what they want. I like people thinking I'm more trouble than I am because I'm more of a sweetheart than I'd like to be sometimes. I get along with almost anyone who makes the effort to talk to me, but because most people think I'm in a gang, my group of friends is actually relatively small. I kind of like it that way.
then we both go down together
Father|| Gordon Trumper, 34, music teacher
Mother|| Simone Trumper, 36, stay at home mom
Siblings| Bill Trumper, 18, being Bill
Pets|| Rebel, the mutt we've had since Bill and I were seven
Other Important Family Members|| I love everyone in my family, not going to bother listing them all
History|| Gordon Trumper and Simone Kaulitz, my parents, went to high school together and knew each other through friends, but didn't talk much until one night at a friend's party, things got a little out of hand. My dad was only sixteen when Bill and I were born, but he stuck around because he was raised well enough to know that he couldn't just run off and leave my eighteen-year-old mother with a baby, let alone TWO. As it turned out, they got along really well and ended up getting married when we were three years old. Because they were so young and able to be more active than most parents, I remember them always taking us to the park and playing with us rather than just telling us to have fun and sitting on the park bench, only bothering with us to tell us off when we got close to the edge of something. I remember always getting read bedtime stories and getting tucked in as well. They were wonderful parents.
As I got older, I started growing dreadlocks, which my dad helped me with. My parents knew it was just because I thought they were cool, but others were worried that I would grow up to be a trouble maker, hanging out with the wrong crowd and getting into drugs and alcohol. I did fall into the wrong crowd when I was thirteen, but I never let myself be pressured to do anything I knew was stupid and I was lucky to find the people who, rather than telling me I was a loser and ditching me, just laughed a little and said that they would at least have a designated driver when we got older. I didn't mind, in fact it made me feel good to know that I could help my friends when they needed it.
When I was fifteen I found out I was gay, just from an experience I had with one of my best friends. I told my parents and was surprised to find that they accepted it, even joking about it a little by saying that they knew my wrists were limp for a reason. I shouldn't have been surprised, but I'd heard horror stories from other people who had told their parents they were gay and had to move in with someone else because their parents kicked them out. Some even got beat. I guess I was lucky. My parents don't encourage me to be sexually active, but they never told me off for it. I think they felt like it would be hypocritical to, but I think they were glad that I wouldn't end up with a baby like they did, even with as much as they love me.
Which brings us to now, my senior year in high school. I'd love to tell you about it, but I guess you'll just have to find out for yourself.
and you could see the melody
Your Name|| Bex
[color=hotpinkYour Age||
[/color] 18 Name|| Thomas (no middle name) Trumper
Nick Name|| Tom or Tomi, but that one is reserved for certain people because it's kind of embarassing
Gender|| Male
Birthday|| September 1st
Sexual Orientation|| Gay, but I flirt with everyone
Ethnicity || German
Face Claim || Tom Kaulitz
and this never will be right with me
Hair|| Dirty blonde dreadlocks
Eyes|| Big chocolate brown puppy eyes, dare you to look into them and not be swept off your feet
Height|| 6'1"
Weight|| 153
Body Type|| Skinny but muscular... not that you can tell from the baggy clothes
Skin Type|| Tan
Distinguishing Features|| Small mole on my right cheek... the one on my FACE
Tattoos|| None
Piercings|| Just my lip, left side
Style|| Generally I'm found in baggy jeans and shirts at least three sizes too big with a sweatband around my forehead and a hat on. Though if you're one of the lucky ones, you've seen me with much less.
I'm tongue tied and terrified of what I'll say.
Likes|| --flirting --a pretty smile --cars --summer --music --going to the movies --spending time with family --games (arcade, board, video, card, etc.) --kissing --doing things right
Dislikes|| --people that are rude just because they think it makes them cool --lying --spiders --stupid choices (such as drunk driving) --irresposibility/immaturity --hospitals --cold weather --lame movies --litter bugs --greedy people
Secrets|| --even though I flirt with everyone and have dated a lot of people, I'm not as much of a slut as people seem to think --I like that people assume that I'm a gangster just by looking at me, sometimes being such a sweetheart gets on my nerves --I kind of like being in school
Fears|| --people I love dying, which ties in with --being alone, I like people too much --being trapped somewhere, I'm not claustrophobic, I just want to know I'll be able to get out --failing, not school because I could care less, I just want to make a good life for myself --spiders, stupid I know, but it's a legitimate fear!
Strengths|| --flirting, enough said --getting out of anything, no one can resist my sweet smile and puppy dog eyes... well, almost no one --loyal, no I'm not a dog, but even with my reputation, I've never once cheated on someone --honest, well mostly... I may not admit to things, but if you ask me I won't lie to you --strong, mentally and physically, but I'm only human and I do have limits to my strength
Weaknesses|| --flirting, I may be good at it, but it gets me into trouble sometimes --a pretty smile, brings me to my knees every time... take that as you will
--family, seriously, a guy giving his little sister a hug or holding her hand while crossing the street without complaint makes me melt, not that I go around admitting it --blondes, typical I know, but they really are hot --cars, I will do ANYTHING to get a ride in a nice carDreams|| --traveling the world, I want to see everything there is to see --finding someone who makes me WANT to settle down, I enjoy flirting and dating different people but I do want to fall in love someday
Over All Personality|| I'm the guy who flirts with everyone and who everyone expects to sleep around. Most people would be surprised to know that I can count the number of people I've slept with on two hands, but it's not like I keep it a secret, I just let people think what they want. I like people thinking I'm more trouble than I am because I'm more of a sweetheart than I'd like to be sometimes. I get along with almost anyone who makes the effort to talk to me, but because most people think I'm in a gang, my group of friends is actually relatively small. I kind of like it that way.
then we both go down together
Father|| Gordon Trumper, 34, music teacher
Mother|| Simone Trumper, 36, stay at home mom
Siblings| Bill Trumper, 18, being Bill
Pets|| Rebel, the mutt we've had since Bill and I were seven
Other Important Family Members|| I love everyone in my family, not going to bother listing them all
History|| Gordon Trumper and Simone Kaulitz, my parents, went to high school together and knew each other through friends, but didn't talk much until one night at a friend's party, things got a little out of hand. My dad was only sixteen when Bill and I were born, but he stuck around because he was raised well enough to know that he couldn't just run off and leave my eighteen-year-old mother with a baby, let alone TWO. As it turned out, they got along really well and ended up getting married when we were three years old. Because they were so young and able to be more active than most parents, I remember them always taking us to the park and playing with us rather than just telling us to have fun and sitting on the park bench, only bothering with us to tell us off when we got close to the edge of something. I remember always getting read bedtime stories and getting tucked in as well. They were wonderful parents.
As I got older, I started growing dreadlocks, which my dad helped me with. My parents knew it was just because I thought they were cool, but others were worried that I would grow up to be a trouble maker, hanging out with the wrong crowd and getting into drugs and alcohol. I did fall into the wrong crowd when I was thirteen, but I never let myself be pressured to do anything I knew was stupid and I was lucky to find the people who, rather than telling me I was a loser and ditching me, just laughed a little and said that they would at least have a designated driver when we got older. I didn't mind, in fact it made me feel good to know that I could help my friends when they needed it.
When I was fifteen I found out I was gay, just from an experience I had with one of my best friends. I told my parents and was surprised to find that they accepted it, even joking about it a little by saying that they knew my wrists were limp for a reason. I shouldn't have been surprised, but I'd heard horror stories from other people who had told their parents they were gay and had to move in with someone else because their parents kicked them out. Some even got beat. I guess I was lucky. My parents don't encourage me to be sexually active, but they never told me off for it. I think they felt like it would be hypocritical to, but I think they were glad that I wouldn't end up with a baby like they did, even with as much as they love me.
Which brings us to now, my senior year in high school. I'd love to tell you about it, but I guess you'll just have to find out for yourself.
and you could see the melody
Your Name|| Bex
[color=hotpinkYour Age||
Experience|| A little over a year
Role Play Sample|| Bill was all smiles at the fact that Gustav liked him back. He wasn't sure when exactly he'd started to like Gustav like he did, but somewhere along the lines, he'd become pretty much head over heels for his friend and wouldn't have been able to stop it if he'd tried. He finally looked at what he'd been handed when he came down from cloud nine and his eyes widened a bit.
"You don't think this top is too girly?" He asked, unsure. He'd never been much into tank tops, but he guessed if he wanted to try new looks, now was the best time since his hair had gone through such a drastic change as well. He rather liked the jacket and could kind of see how the whole outfit would look, but he still wasn't sure about the glittery tank. What if Gustav didn't like it much?
The more he eyed the top, the more he started to like the idea of it. And Gustav had seen his sense of style slowly progress into what it was now and he didn't think this would be too much for him to handle. He smiled finally and looked up from the top, his eyes meeting Indie's as he clutched it close to his chest, deciding to keep it. "I don't care. I'm going to get it. Now to find you an outfit."
i'm losing hope and fading dreams
This Code was made by JOEY! You steal it, you will be hunted down and eaten with a spork! They lyrics are by Mayday Parade, ''I'd had to be you'[/center]
