Title: MEYERS, arcenbryght
Arcenbryght Meyers - December 9, 2007 05:47 AM (GMT)
Alias:Tam
Age: 16
How Did You Find Us? See Piper Fuller
Other Characters: Piper Fuller and Asher Black
Full Name: Arcenbryght Carlisle Meyers
Nicknames: Call him by his full name, and he’ll fly you up ten stories and let you fall. He doesn’t even answer to ‘Arcenbryght’ most of the time and he sure as hell doesn’t introduce himself that way. He also answers to Meyers.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Birthday: September 29
Astrological Sign: Libra
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Grade: Junior
Clique: Nobody
School Activities: [x]Soccer-Striker, he’s British so of course he plays (Possibly Captain or Co-Captain, if a Nobody can have one of those positions)
[x] He also tried out for was the High Jump and he was told that he wasn’t allowed to be on it because he could fly, unlike the other team members and opposing teams.
Power: Flight
Personality Traits: [x]Pessimistic-Realist
[x]Argumentative
[x]Intelligent, but not a genius. He has to actually work to get good grades but he doesn’t mind. He plans on attending Oxford and while he does have some help because of his father, he doesn’t automatically get in.
[x] Thrillseeker
[x] Kind
[x] He’s not quick to anger, but when he does get angry it’s not pretty
General Personality: “I’m not a cynical person. I’m just a really pessimistic optimistic. A realist, in all actuality. I’ll say that the glass is half full, but why does it matter when it’ll just be drunk in a few moments anyway? I’ll tell someone that death is just another adventure after life, but then again, what sort of adventure is this life that we live in? I don’t try to be negative; it’s mostly me just being a bit more honest about reality than most. I won’t say that life isn’t worth living because, honestly, I am scared of death and I’ve had a pretty decent time so far with this life, so why rush ending it before the time comes?
I like feeling thrilled. I live on the rush of Adrenaline, actually. I love going rock climbing, even though I don’t get many chances to do so. Flying is amazing, and not just because of the view. I can go as fast as I’d like, with caution of course since I don’t want to be spotted. Sometimes, I try really hard to stop myself from using my power mid-flight and I start to fall. Not lower myself to the ground, as I generally do. I actually fall until a few moments before I land on the ground when I use my power in order to stop the impact. That’s the most thrilling thing I can pretty much do around here. It kind of feels like jumping from an airplane minus the parachute. And yes, I have gone sky diving before.
I don’t often admit this but… My defining characteristic is the fact that I am one of the most arrogant people you will ever lay eyes upon. I am always right, always. And if I’m not, well, I won’t let anybody know that. The worst thing someone could do to me is proving to the world that something I had most fervently announced was one way was in fact another. It would be a blow to my ego and I would most probably unleash all of my pent up rage and pummel the guy who decided to do so. Most don’t have major problems with me and just find me a tad cocky, but one or two have found out just how strong I can be when it comes to them trying to prove me wrong. I’m right. Always. End of story.
I’m not laidback, yet the tiniest thing doesn’t set me off. Sometimes, little things will bother me but I won’t say anything and then when many things accumulate, it finally just gets beneath my skin and I… Well, I’m ashamed to say it, but I kind of explode. I’m friendly with people, but because of this I keep most of them out to an extent. Most people can take joke after joke. Me? Not so much. Tease me once, fine, it’s in good nature. Tease me twice and it irritates me. Thrice, however… Well, by that point it’s no longer a jest and it becomes your way of poking fun at me while making others laugh. No tease is harmless and I feel like, sometimes, I’m the only one who sees this. I try to stop people from teasing others and because of this I’m extremely protective of my friends here at Aura, although I’ll let them handle everything else. Brawls and emotional battles they can handle. But taunting is just cruel.
People say that I’m a ‘nobody’ and really, I know I am. I’m not into partying, like most of the Royals are, nor do I want to be like them, like the Wannabee Uniques. As for the rest of the Uniques and Rebels, I’m not into that stuff. Music has never been my thing and like I said, I’m not all ‘oh death… Come to me!’ I’m not really like anybody else around here, I don’t think. I’m me. What’s the problem with that? People could say that I’m unique, but they don’t mean Unique. Uniques truly have something that sets them apart. Us nobodies? We don’t really. We’re mostly just average Joes who couldn’t find a place somewhere else. Me, I’m like that. I don’t mind. Like I said, I’m not a partier. I’m not a player. I’m not a goth or an emo. I’m not very musical, although I do have a guitar but it’s mostly just to strum, you won’t find me in band or anything. I’m Bryght Meyers. I like looking good, but I won’t obsess over my appearance. I like girls, but I’m not a manwhore. I’m smart, but not a genius. I have emotions and I won’t act like I don’t. I do well in classes by studying and no other way. So pretty much, I’m just an average guy. Nothing more, nothing less. And because of this, I am a Nobody.”
Likes: [x]Football, although he’s started to call it ‘soccer’ because that’s what everyone here calls it and they get confused when he speaks about it and they’re talking about their version of football and not soccer.
[x]Tea
[x]Britain, he takes pride in his native country
[x]Being right
[x]Fresh air
[x]Flying
[x]Being thrilled
Dislikes:[x]People who pick on others verbally
[x]American Football
[x]Homesickness, most don’t admit that they miss their families, but most at Aura aren’t separated by an ocean
[x]Looking like a fool
[x]Being turned down—Bryght isn’t the most out there guy and so when he’s interested in a girl, and not just ‘oh, she’s cute’ but ‘oh, I’d like to ask her out’, he’ll really think about it for a few days and then ask her. When he gets turned down… Well, it sucks.
Habits:[x]He often runs his hand through his hair
[x]When he gets a little bit peeved, not to the point when he’ll blow up at someone, he’ll start playing his guitar to calm down
[x]Whenever he’s stressed, he’ll go to the field and practice some footwork
Pet Peeves:[x]Girls who wear too much perfume
[x]Girls who aren’t the least bit timid; they scare him honestly since he’s a pretty average guy and not one who’ll just go over to every and any girl who comes his way
Height & Weight: 135 & 6’1
Piercings/Tattoos: None
Picture:
Appearance: Arcenbryght Meyers looks like many other male seventeen year olds. That is, if they happen to look like a Greek God. For truly, that is what Bryght looks like, there’s no denying it. How a scholar and a lawyer formed such a perfect being is an anomaly yet at a young age Bryght realized that his body was by far superior to others, yet he tried not to become cocky. Bryght’s body was one made for a perfect quidditch player. He has the strength needed to handle the other players as well as the agile form most suited to a football player and since he has been little, he’s been playing and being doing a damn fine job if he did say so himself.
While Bryght’s body is most definitely one suited to a soccer player, his face often seems… Well, a bit childish. He has a glint in his blue eyes that make one suspect him of being mischievous and one to pull pranks, which he is known to do occasionally. He has a boyish cuteness whenever he is not being serious, which is quite often, but he can also look like one of the most sophisticated men around if he so feels like, although the change is near discernible and people will only notice upon entering the room. If you stare at him long enough, you can see his dimples as well as the harsh angles of his face and you see how this person is most definitely one of the most well formed human beings ever. He has light brown hair with some gold highlights which he often wears with a great amount of gel in it, but it’s naturally soft and falls around his face nicely, although it’s a bit long and thus falls into his eyes slightly. Hence the gel.
As for his clothes… Well, one could say that Bryght is prep at soul and they wouldn’t wrong. He wears polos and button downs and chinos without being forced to. Not to say that his closet isn’t filled with tees and jeans, but he’s not someone who is either completely against moderate fashion or not. He shops at stores like Abercrombie and Banana Republic but he doesn’t restrict himself to them. His style is pretty relaxed, meaning he doesn’t spend hours looking over himself in the mirror, but he does try to look good. After all, perception is ninety percent of everything.
Family Members: Melinda Clarke-Mother, 43, a lawyer in one of England’s top law firms
Roger Meyers-Father, 50, a professor of English History at Oxford
Pet(s): A Black Labrador named Achilles
Financial Status: Middle Class, his mum’s a lawyer and his dad’s a professor at Oxford
History: Melinda Clarke and Roger Meyers married twenty years ago. Sixteen years ago, a child was born; their first son who they would soon learn would be their only child. They had planned to have more but Melinda seemed unable to carry another child to full term. Arcenbryght was a blessing to them and they would dote on him continually throughout his entire life. He, true to his name, brightened up their lives. There was darkness over the fact that there could be no other children, but it was diminished when either Roger or Melinda looked towards their son.
Bryght was named so after some one in English history. A Saxon or something, Bryght never really cared. He hated his given name his entire life. Why couldn’t he have a normal name, like Matthew or David? But no… He has to go around being all ‘Hi, my name’s Bryght’ and people look at him oddly. Or at least they used to; most teenagers think nothing of it. It’s just a name, after all. It doesn’t bother him as much anymore, but even so, he does dislike it nevertheless.
The boy had the usual childhood; he went to school and he played football. He actually lived and breathed football. His room was covered in posters and he watched every single game. Neither of his parents were great fans, although his father did watch games, so they had no idea where his interest came from. He’s been a fan of Manchester United since before he can remember and as a child, he said that he would never play for any other team. He soon made his way up on his football teams and people told his parents that he was rather skilled. He planned on joining the team upon entering high school, but he never made it there. When he was twelve, he found himself walking on air. Literally. From there it progressed to full fledge flight and only the day before high school entrance exams did he get a letter from Aura. His parents were pleased, assuming that he received the letter because of his skills on the football field. He didn’t tell them otherwise. No need to upset them by telling them that their son could fly.
So, for his freshman year, Arcenbryght Meyers came over to the United States of America and started school at Aura Academy, a school for the gifted. People had all sorts of powers and this thrilled him, and soon he found his niche in the population at Aura and has pretty much stayed there ever since.
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Alice Black - December 9, 2007 10:53 PM (GMT)
Accepted!
Congratulations, you've been placed as a nobody.
You have been placed in the physical abilities class.
You have been placed in the morning cycle.