Post by TIBERIUS DEAN THREASHER on Oct 6, 2016 17:24:15 GMT 8
Topher --- Thresher
Baby Brother. Slytherin. Johan Erik Goransson. Pureblood. 16 or 17 currently 6th year
In regards to Tiberius, there was a strong influence from the movie funny games us (its pretty obvious if you read his app and have seen the movie, I just adore Peter and Paul) anyways, Tiberius is the rowdy brother while dear Topher often seems like a lamb headed to slaughter (don't worry Tiberius refused to let anything harm his dear brother)
Although Topher is a slytherin he is seen as a little emotional and nervous. He has a very soothing voice and is the prime candidate when it comes to calming Tiberius down. He's got more morality, unlike his brother Tiberius, who has very strong opinions. Largely, he and Tiberius are opposites and that's why they work so well. Topher is easily swayed, but loyal as a dog to the right people. His opinions on things are neutral. He's soft spoken and whenever he has something he wants to say, he'll often look for reassurance in Tiberius to either encourage him or speak on his behalf. He's a romantic and very bashful, bumbles around with his words. if you strapped a grenade on him, he'd probably go way off into the ocean so he could hurt as few people as possible. alone, he'd probably be a wallflower but Tiberius gives him that support to amount to something greater. His relationship with Tiberius is really sweet, a little messed up, but still there is a sweetness to the brothers.
Genevieve --- Delacoeur
fixation. seductive . manipulative . controlling . vindictive . eva green. pureblood (FALSE pure ok). 30s
Genevieve is very fond of the Thresher borthers because they are so entertaining to her! And they're fond of her for whatever reasons they're loyal to her and she's loyal to them.
From Tiberius' app on Genevieve:
importance of entertainment.
You press the brush against the canvas. Each stroke must be precise. You are creating the works of masters that could fool well trained eyes. You knew how much she adored the piece. You recalled on her last visit to the showing how she wished she could have it for herself. And she was someone you refused to deny.
But she was not just anyone, was she? Few could play your game like she could. She was an enigma unlike any other. A storm of power wrapped up in a package of satin and lace. Her hips were closer to art than flesh. Her movements like magic, black magic or perhaps red. Each contortion she makes fascinating and fickle. She knows how to take you to a far away land of wonder.
But smoke filled rooms and linger touches are not all she is to you. Though you could run your thumb over her lush red lips for hours and welcome the warmth of her fiery mouth she is so much more to you. Her hold is in your chest, as if some how she managed to dig her fingers in taking a hold of what she found and never let go. There is nothing you won’t do for her. She is your queen, it was only fitting a woman like her become such.
She paints your vision red. Red like roses. Red like rubies. Red like the blood of her enemies. All of which you will give to her without a second thought. But of course one must never forget the importance of entertainment, something you both can agree on.
You press the brush against the canvas. Each stroke must be precise. You are creating the works of masters that could fool well trained eyes. You knew how much she adored the piece. You recalled on her last visit to the showing how she wished she could have it for herself. And she was someone you refused to deny.
But she was not just anyone, was she? Few could play your game like she could. She was an enigma unlike any other. A storm of power wrapped up in a package of satin and lace. Her hips were closer to art than flesh. Her movements like magic, black magic or perhaps red. Each contortion she makes fascinating and fickle. She knows how to take you to a far away land of wonder.
But smoke filled rooms and linger touches are not all she is to you. Though you could run your thumb over her lush red lips for hours and welcome the warmth of her fiery mouth she is so much more to you. Her hold is in your chest, as if some how she managed to dig her fingers in taking a hold of what she found and never let go. There is nothing you won’t do for her. She is your queen, it was only fitting a woman like her become such.
She paints your vision red. Red like roses. Red like rubies. Red like the blood of her enemies. All of which you will give to her without a second thought. But of course one must never forget the importance of entertainment, something you both can agree on.