ROTEM, TABOR WILLIAM

[tabor william rotem]

TABOR WILLIAM ROTEM

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SOME SAY I’M INSANE
OTHERS SAY I’M DERANGED
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* -Name: Tabor William Rotem
* -Nicknames: n/a
* -Age and Year: Eighteen, Year Four
* -Gender: Male
* -Sexuality: Homosexual
* -Disorder: OCD
* -Risk : Moderate

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BUT THESE DAYS I WOULD RATHER
DO NOTHING ALL DAMN NIGHT
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* -Hair: Tabor's hair is dyed black, and most people havn't seen his natural hair color ever. Not even roots. It's a scene style, going down to the bottom of his neck in the back, and starting from his eyebrow and angled down to his jaw in the front. The back has shorter pieces which he usually spikes.
* -Eyes: Tabor's eyes are a nice blue color, starting around his pupil a icy color, and getting darker as it goes out, making it almost looked like it's 'lined' in makeup. They're more round than they are almond shaped.
* -Height: 5'9"
* -Weight: 125
* -Tattoos: n/a
* -Piercing: two lip piercings on his lower lip.
* -Play By: Andy Sixx
* -Clothing Style: You could describe Tabor's clothing style as 'scene'. He prefers darker colors, like grays, reds, purples, and blacks. Skinny jeans are deffinetly in his arsonal, but are usually odd colors like red and black plaid, purple, and green, and hardly just regular jean.
* -General: Tabor has scars across one arm from when he first found out that he had OCD. Of course, he's stopped this behavior, but because his skin is so pale, it's hard to hide, even with a long sleeved shirt, so he bears the scars with indifference. He has a birthmark on his stomach near his hip in the shape of a lopsided circle that he hates.

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AND ALL DAMN DAY BECAUSE OF YOU
BITCH I WOULD RATHER DO NOTHING
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* -Likes: music, playing piano, dogs, the number three, orange juice, early mornings, swimming, rocking chairs, singing, and reading.
* -Dislikes: cats, being stuck inside, late nights, needles, sudden loud noises, the number ten, fire, not being able to count to three, thinking about death, and video games.
* -Strengths: singing, playing piano, reading outloud, fixing things, science.
* -Weaknesses: making friends, storms, math, any other insturment, resisting his OCD.
* -Fears: if he doens't do things in threes, he fears he might lose someone he loves. he's afraid he might resort to cutting again. he fears storms.
* -Secrets: before he realized he had OCD, he lost his grandmother, who died on the third of march. he's never had any sexual happenings.(not even a kiss) he's supposed to wear glasses when reading.
* -Personality:

Tabor doesn't like arguments of any kind. It doesn't matter if he is in the argument, or just watching it. He gets nervous and tends to show signs of a breakdown. Being that you're doing he doesn't like arguments, he's very hard to provoke, even if it's obvious that what you're doing bothers him greatly. When he does get angry, he just calmly makes his point and walks off. He does everything to avoid any sort of argument. Even if it sacrifices his pride.

Other than that, Tabor is very sweet natured and sociable, though he tends to be awkward around people. It's always obvious that he tries to make friends, but because of his odd pattern of speech, and increasingly odd OCD related actions, it's hard to make friends who don't just feel obligated. He is a very sweet person though, tending to at least attempt to smile at everyone, and try to help people who seem to be sad for whatever reason. When he has nothing else to say, he tends to spout random compliments to fill the silence, even if they leave an unsettled air around himself and the person he's talking to. Tabor is simply socially awkward, though at least he tries.

Tabor tends to be very dignified when he's not making a fool out of himself by talking. The way he sits and holds himself as he walks makes him seem almost like royalty until people notice that he's just too awkward when he talks. He's also very quick to make a decision, as long as it doesn't have to do with emotion. When it comes to emotion, Tabor is slow to settle down with someone, and it usually ends up in losing people that he actually really likes, because he's too slow to admit to any emotional connection with them. Even a simple 'i like you'.

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AND EITHER WAY SOMETHING NEEDS TO
CHANGE BUT WHAT’S THIS YOU SAY
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* -Origin: Dallas, Texas
* -Mother: Racheal Nichole Rotem, 39, nurse.
* -Father: William Dean Rote, 41, bar owner.
* -Siblings: n/a
* -Other Important People: Deborah Michelle Rotem, 73(at death), n/a.
* -History:

Tabor William Rotem was born on April 16th, eighteen years ago to William Dean Rotem and Rachel Nichole Rotem. He was their first and only child after having two miscarriages. Afraid that being pregnant would mean the death of another future baby, Rachel refused to not use all protection that could possibly be used. The Rotem’s never had another pregnancy scare. Tabor would be the only one to carry on the Rotem name, as William had been the only boy in the last generation of Rotems. Of course, Rachel and William had no idea that little Tabor would grow up to be an OCD crazed homosexual who had to be sent away to a mental hospital.

Tabor was a rather secluded child. He tended to stay inside and read books more often than not, and sometimes he would carry this hobby outside, just to please his parents, who wanted him to be more of a little boy. They forced things like hot wheels, football, soccer, fake guns, and everything else that they could possibly think a little boy would enjoy. However, Tabor simply preferred books over any other kind of past time. It calmed him, and that much was evident. When he wasn’t reading he was shy to the point of crying if anyone even talked to him, which made Rachel worried for him, and she started indulging his hobby. She almost bought at least two books a week to make sure that Tabor never ran out.

In middle school, Tabor was labeled as a ‘nerd’. His attire was that of old clothes passed down from when his father was about the same age, meaning that he always smelt like a dusty old attic, and wore clothes that were long since outdated. He was the target for many pranks and insults, making the sorrow grow quicker within him. At home he was happy, as his grandmother, Elizabeth, was a kind soul who would always find a way to make Tabor smile. In between eight and ninth grade, Tabor changed into a totally different person as far as his appearance was. He was actually popular with the girls, and wasn’t considered so much of a nerd as he used to be.

Late into his freshman year, during the month of March, his grandmother died, creating an odd obsession with the number three, and his OCD to lash out more than it ever had before. He would count to threes, or when making a point, he would repeat it three times, which wasn’t usually caught by other people, until his parents started paying a little more attention to his pattern of speech, beside the fact that he was just simply socially awkward.


It was in High School that Tabor transformed into what his parents would later call a ‘troubled’ child. He was silent and happy, but he was obsessed over small things. It was then that they realized that their son was probably OCD. They sent him to a prep school, but as soon as he got out of that, he probably did the thing they thought was the worst he could have ever done. He picked up cutting. Every third day he would cut three times across his wrists. When they found it out, they sent him here, and he’s been here for a long while.

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THAT WE NEED A BREAK I USED TO BE
ALL YOU WOULD NEED
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* -Alias: Schyler (Shy)
* -Age : Eighteen
* -Experience: Seven Years
* -Other Characters: n/a
* -Rule Words: ADMIN EDIT
* -Sample:

Liam was never shy about doing odd things. Dancing almost like a stripper was just one of those things that he wasn't shy about doing. Besides, the better you did the more room you had to manipulate someone into getting into bed with you. Tonight, it didn't really matter who it was, or what gender they were, as long as he was attracted to them. Besides, dancing like this attracted as many straight women as it did gay men. He really couldn't care less about a person’s gender preference. He found a way to at least get a little bit out of them.

He downed the alcohol that he was still technically a few months too young to be drinking and walked on to the dance floor as the song Porn Star Dancing came on, by the ever wonderful My Darkest Days. He wasn't even sure if they played their music here, but he certainly wouldn't argue with his favorite song playing in this lovely club here.

He started of slow, with nothing all that amazing. As the beat began to pick up he pulled moves that people without a stripper past shouldn't be able to do. He just happened to know a few strippers a while ago. His dance was smooth and connected, and rather sensual in attempt to pull anyone who dared for the challenge to match him, male or female, bisexual, straight, or gay. It didn't matter. Not with him being pansexual. He just needed someone to warm his bed, and with his dancing like this, he made that quite clear.

He could feel the dance floor heating up with all of the dancing bodies around him, dancing separately or with their own dance partners. Some of them were even just standing around, nodding their heads to the beat of the rock sounding song. Only a few people seemed to have a particular dislike for the song, but he didn't let their bad taste in music bother him. He was still on the search, his eyes scanning the club for anyone who might seem interested, and someone who he could be interested in as well. Someone he wasn't interested in simply wouldn't do. He wouldn't have some ugly mug sleeping in his bed, man or woman. The alcohol hardly impaired his judgment either. He was used to the alcohol in his system. He wouldn't get totally fucked up until he already had the person to agree to come back to his bed with him, or perhaps an offer to go back to their own bed with them.

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this app was made entirely by DEE with lyrics from “we need a break” by we are in the crowd. steal this and she will have to avada kedavra your sorry behind.

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