Post by Timmy Archer on Mar 23, 2016 18:31:18 GMT 2
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Timothy Archer
the basics
the looks
the freestyle part
I mean, yeah, sure, not having a Dad sucks because too many people ask too many question he doesn’t know the answer to, and it gets easily annoying. He even remembers once in grade school that a couple of kids mocked him for not having one, but his Mum -- who was the most badass English teacher there ever was -- quickly intervened. It was safe to say not a hair was harmed on one Miss Archer’s son’s head.
Other than that small scuffle, Timmy’s childhood was relatively normal. Though, I can’t say the same about his teenage years.
It’s no secret that he likes to indulge himself in Tv shows, books, and all the like. He even started his own personal blog sometime in high school, which is a whole lot of fun until a lot of people start dubbing him as a nerd. Okay, in all honestly, he doesn’t really mind being called that; he just doesn’t appreciate the condescending tone some people use. Thankfully, that name-calling had just started around the month everyone was supposed to graduate, so nothing big had really happened.
(Then again, he had dug up some pretty embarrassing info about his persecutors, and told literally the whole school about them. Ah, good times.)
The college major Timmy had always wanted to pursue was the law and justice system, but the school he wanted to go to was in another country -- America, to be exact. He is just eternally grateful for having the most understanding Mum, and left Britain almost reluctantly.
In present time, he’s just another man working as a Police trainee in the nearby Chicago PD station. The only thing standing out is his knack of telling everyone about every little thing that’s happening. Hey, it's not gossiping, only keeping everyone informed.[break]
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After almost literally throwing his bag onto his office chair, Timmy bounded off in search of one of his gossip friends. Oh boy, oh boy, does he have some juicy info to tell them.
"Did you hear?!" He jumped up and down, exactly like a little kid just being told that Christmas came earlier, grin as wide as ever and eyes full of little secrets to spill. “Apparently Officer Madden has a partner! And, no, I’m not talking about police investigation partner, I mean rolling through the bed sheets at night partner!”
Okay, maybe not all of that was true, but it sure as hell seems like it. Yesterday had been quite a shock, especially when he saw a pretty blonde lady pull the older officer into his office by his tie. If that ain’t suggestive at all, Timmy doesn’t know what is anymore. The only reason why he didn’t go around shouting his head off the day it happened was that he really didn’t want to die that night. The new episode for BBC Sherlock (after three agonizing years!) finally came out, so no way in Hell was he missing that.
Timmy continued to babble about theories unto his friend, arms flailing about to emphasis some points. It was really unfortunate that he didn’t felt the looming presence behind him, until his colleague gave him an alarmingly frightened look.
He was about to ask what was the matter before a familiar voice -- so full of venom and promise of pain and torture -- almost growled out his name from behind. Timmy suppressed a shiver of fear and froze on the spot.
Aw shit he was so screwed.[break]
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