ALEXANDER; Timothy Todd

[TIMOTHY TODD ALEXANDER.]

TIMOTHY TODD ALEXANDER

"Well, hiya. I'm not very good at describing myself, but I'll give it my best try. I was born on Februrary 14th like sixteen years ago. I was named after my father and my grandfather. Timothy Todd Alexander III! They say it's some great deal that the tradition be handed down but I'm not sure how I feel about it. I mean its just a name right? Right, umm I should get into important details huh? Well for starters I'm straight. I love girls even thought they seem to just ignore me, well that is until I become famous one day. I like all sorts of things, first on the list would have to be my drums, their like my baby. I wont even let my instructor use them. I know where to hit to make sure i don't damage her. Yeah i call them a her, she is just beautiful, i could seriously go on all day about how amazing she is. But i doubt that you would like to hear about my obsession. There are things that I dislike. For example i dislike people who think that they are so much better than everyone else, and people who don't take music seriously. Its one thing that i love and hate about band camp, some people go to learn more and others go to just goof off. i don't really like those people.

I grew up like at the other side of the states. I was born and raised up in Ouantico, Virginia. I wasn't necessarily an army brat, my father worked for the navy since before i was born so i guess i was born into it. For a few years it was just my mother and i and for maybe a month or two a year my father would be returned to us. I was surely my father's little man. My mother would tell me stories about when i would get into my father's clothes and pretend to drive submarines do to the bottom of the ocean for hours in the back yard, but i was far to young to remember it now. Oh, as i was saying it was just me and my mother and i was five when my mother got pregnant once more. It wasn't until next summer that she gave birth to my little sister.

I have to admit that i loved the idea of babies, even at five years old i was truly jealous of little Tiffany. She just had to cry and my mom would come quickly, when ever i cried my mom would tell me to be a big man like my father. I did but i was still very jealous. Well, me and Tiff grew close me being the father figure while my father was out serving for our country. By the time i was seven he and my mother began to argue a little it never grew up to me and Tiffy being scared. She was complaining about how much she missed him and things about how i needed a father around to become a true man but my father would retort that he loved his children but this was about the time that the war in Afghanistan started and there were rumors that they were sending subs to take down the marine supply boats.

We stayed there for another year and a half until my father's contract ended, much to my mother's delight. We were finally a full family once again, and it really let me get to know my father which was a good thing. We all decided to move to a new place and it turned out to be Edgeville, Nevada. A really nice city actually. I got two moving presents when we arrived, a really gorgeous drum set and the news of a new sibling. Everything was settled by that summer and i had a new baby sister, despite my mother's urge to have another child with a 't' name my father convinced her to name the baby Sarah.

I practiced my drum set every day that i could, but with a new baby and a temperamental three-almost-four year old it was kind of difficult. My mother a father opened up a restaurant in town and when i turned eleven they hired a mentor to help me with my pursuit in mastering the drums, i visited Miss Evans everyday for about a year and was crushed when she told me that hse was canceling her tutoring job. She left for a while but i later got a letter from her saying that she started up a band camp and invited me to check it out. Ive gone every year since "

hello, i'm Sare, and i'm sixteen years old.
i've been roleplay for two years. i'm using matt prokop.
he would be filed under a second troop.
i found JBC through i made it.

Victoire walked with a smile from the Slytherin common room and down the dungeon corridor. She had no idea what she was doing but, a bland day in the commons was surely not on her agenda for the rest of the day. In her bag she carried a few of her art supplies, perhaps she would work on that for a little while. It would by far pass some of the time. Or she could just walk the grounds and look for possible candidates for her newest acquaintance, but it was after dinner and all students were to be in their set common rooms in an hour or two so she had to make the rest of the day as fulfilling as possible.

Tori held her wand in her hand twirling in like it was a conductors baton, she giggle softly to herself as her feet carried her thin body from point A to point B. Tor really didn't have to go far, as she meandered through the dungeon corridors aimlessly. An open door caught her eye. She put her wand into her jeans pocket and approached the door with a sly grin. She opened the door ever so slightly, just enough to peek her head through.

It was an empty classroom, except for a pedestal in the front of the class and two rows of two tables. She tried to open the door further,but it seemed to he jammed on something. She pushed the door as hard as she could but it only moved a little. But, it was enough for the young girl to squeeze through. She placed both hands on her hips and she looked to see what was causing her such a hard time to open the door in the first place.

Behind the door was a chair standing on the back legs. She pulled the chair away from its position against the door. She reached for the door and pulled it towards her. It swung nice and freely now. She opened it as far as it would go and then turned to the room before her. It was quite a mess, papers strewn about and what not, but it had a home-y feel and she liked that about it.

With a smile the girl walked to the tables, her head cocked to the side slightly, it seemed that all of the chairs were missing. Victoire heard a faint noise that seemed to be footsteps out in the dungeon corridor. She turned and lifted her thin body atop the table as the source of the noise came closer. She reached behind her and leaned back on her hands. She crossed one leg over the other and didn't bother to remove the sunglasses as a figure appeared at the doorway.