Miles *Twitch* Thomas DeMent *mythical edition*

Name: Miles “Twitch” Thomas DeMent

Age: 29 years

Gender: Male

Race: Electrical unicorn. Deal with it. Twitch is a legendary white horse with a spiraling horn sticking out of his forehead and an electric blue mane and tale. Typically, unicorns are extremely wild woodland creatures that symbolize purity and grace. Twitch is a more modern version of the unicorn, being extremely wild but not so pure, woodland, or graceful. Like with any magical horned horse, the unicorn’s horn is extremely powerful. It possesses the ability to heal the sick and make even the nastiest of water clean and drinkable. While unicorns can not necessarily grant wishes (their powers are not infinite, sadly), they can still do a vast amount of wondrous (and not so wonderful, if it’s a mean unicorn) things. Unicorns often possess fantastic healing abilities, though not on themselves. Their magical abilities only extend to other people and things (so a unicorn could potentially turn water into peroxide to clean its wound, but it could not just magically seal the wound like it could for someone else). Of course, using these powers tend to tire out the unicorn. Being an electrical unicorn, Twitch fuels up by absorbing (what else?) electricity. Needless to say, while Twitch is recharging (literally), dumping water on him will probably result in a mass of electrical shocks and could potentially cook him. Eating horse meat is often frowned upon, though some Taco Bells in the UK secretly still eat it. While not absorbing electricity, Twitch can come into contact with water. Think of him like a waterproof phone. Charging your phone underwater would be idiotic, just like charging your unicorn underwater. Sometimes, electrical unicorns can cause power outages or unexpected flickers in electricity while they recharge, though usually it’s just the latter if it’s even detectable. A unicorn’s horn will grow back if it is removed, just like a rhino’s horn, though it is a rather slow process. Changing between human and unicorn form requires magic from the unicorn’s horn. If the horn is removed, the unicorn will be stuck in whatever form while it waits for it to grow back. Anyways, while transforming, a cloud of sparkling dust surrounds the person or horse, and within seconds the unicorn will change forms. Unicorns can create rainbows; however, contrary to popular belief, they do not poop or fart rainbows or butterflies. Unicorns either make human or horse droppings, depending on their form, though it is said that the droppings of a unicorn have a certain sparkle to them. But who wants to examine their poop to find out? Unicorns often get bits of “glitter” on them in their human form due to the sparkling dust that surrounds them when they transform. Do not trust people who constantly have bits of glitter somewhere on their body and claim to be human. They are probably unicorns in disguise. Killing a unicorn causes misfortune to befall the evildoer, though how much bad luck depends on the disposition of the unicorn and the cause of death. Fun fact: electrical unicorns often have problems with static electricity.

Personality: Despite the nickname, Twitch is actually extremely calm under pressure. Under practically any other circumstances, however, his nickname is more than simply ‘justified.’ He is an oddball and can be a spaz- always full of energy and jokes (no matter how good or bad). He can be quite the troll (*insert meme here*). Generally speaking, he cannot bring himself to sit still for very long without first listening to some music and/or having very important need for calamity (such as cuddling, but only for short periods of time). Even when he is tired (obviously not often), he still finds the need to be up doing something. He realizes that life is short and is always wanting to make the most of it, a lesson he’s held in his heart since his early childhood. Needless to say, Twitch is not a very heavy sleeper, nor does he rest regularly. He can be quite random, for he often acts and speaks on impulse. Therefore, he’s quite honest and prefers to give straightforward hints in his humor as to what he is thinking, though he can be blunt and just say it. Outside of stressful, high-stakes situations, he is not much of a planner and loves to ‘go with the flow.’ Twitch just really doesn’t give a fuck. He does his own thing and doesn’t really care what others think about it- so long as it’s not physically or mentally harmful to them. He likes to help people, as would be suggested by his occupation(s) before the disaster, and will not hesitate to put the needs of others in front of his own if the situation is dire. Otherwise, Twitch prefers to just continue about his semi-selfish ways and go whichever way the wind blows. As walks hand in hand with this mentality, he is confident, sometimes to the point of arrogance. He is slow to anger, mainly due to the fact that he takes most things lightly and sees life as a bit more of a game than anything. Being such a jokester, he does not usually take what others say seriously. If someone tells him that a person close to him has passed away, then he will think they are kidding and needs proof before he will believe it. Twitch deals with sadness terribly. He bottles it all up inside and hides it behind smiles and jokes. When it finally all starts to get to him, he doesn’t always make the best choices. Generally speaking, he’ll just listen to music or have a couple of beers and smoke a few cigarettes. He is perfectly fine with being alone, as he can entertain himself with his seemingly limitless supply of humor or with the hundreds of songs on his iPod, but undoubtedly enjoys the company of others. He sticks to his beliefs and does not feel the need to explain them to someone else, but when the circumstances demand it, he uses logic to back his opinions up, although sometimes he will (as any human) use emotions instead. He thoroughly enjoys singing, especially when it’s ‘songs’ that he just made up, and gets along quite well with most children and animals, although some do not appreciate his ‘potty mouth.’ His leadership skills are about average. While under pressure, he conducts himself almost as if he’s a natural born leader. In normal conditions, he’s nowhere near as focused- almost a completely different person. All in all, Twitch just wants to have fun. He loves to hang out with his friends and sometimes do and say things which might make a person really question his sanity. He can be quite the daredevil. All situations encompass (and revolve around) humor when Twitch is involved, so he may come across as a bit insensitive or lacking in understanding of the complexity of the situation. He does comprehend it. He just doesn’t give a fuck.

Appearance: His wiry build matches his personality perfectly. Twitch is considered short for an American male, standing at a solid 2 inches below average height to be 5’8”. He weighs roughly 140 LBS, appearing lean and thin but compact, not really hulking. He is stronger than he looks. Twitch has a slightly ovular square face shape with short, dark brown hair that is frosted (tips are light blonde) and styled in a messy fohawk. He generally prefers to keep the look of having not shaved in a month or so. His large, usually either slightly narrowed or wide eyes are light green with a blue ring around them. He often appears either a bit crazy (especially when with friends) or a bit on the unfriendly side, due to his being raised in New York City where drawing attention to yourself was never a very good thing. He has several scars on his scalp from different accidents, the most predominant one being from the near-fatal fall he took as a child. He wears a pair of black cargo shorts that come down to just below his knees, a pair of black converse, and a short sleeved purple shirt that says “Wild Style” and has a skull wearing a gas mask in the center (all in light purple). Twitch actually has a twitch, due to the terrible head trauma he suffered as a child. Occasionally he will suffer from anything varying from a full body shudder to a simply few extra blinks in one eye. He has a tattoo on his lower neck/upper back (usually hidden by his shirt unless he leans back) of a crocodile. He carries an iPod with a simple black case, a pair of black ear buds, and a car key in his shorts pockets. The rest of his belongings usually stay tucked away in his old red Ford pickup truck. He has a strange accent- a combination of New York and Cliffmore- that actually goes well with his natural even, confident tone of voice. It’s not high-pitched, but it’s not low-pitched either and has a bit of a smoky edge to it. Twitch tends to smoke to help keep himself calm, resulting in his constantly having a pack of cigarettes and a lighter somewhere on his person or nearby. As a result, he has a bit of a nasty developing smoker’s cough and slightly yellowed teeth.

History: Twitch’s first memory takes place a month shy of his fourth birthday. Daring as always, he had been attempting to climb on the lawn chair he had pushed up next to the railing around the second story porch to get a better view. His mother hadn’t noticed until it was too late, for she’d been distracted by one of his younger sisters. Twitch tumbled over the side of the railing, splitting his head open and fracturing several bones. The paramedics were the only thing standing between him and death. Had the man driving the ambulance taken the expected fifteen minutes to get to the hospital instead of eleven, Twitch would have died, despite the man and the woman in the back holding his head together. Ever since that day, Twitch had aspired to become a paramedic and save the lives of others- specifically kids like himself who would have died without their help. Throughout elementary, middle, and high school, he was average in popularity. He made fairly good grades and played on the soccer team, and while he was one of the better players, he was certainly not the star. He spent the majority of his free time either hanging out with friends or singing and/or playing the drums with his best friends’ garage band “Fuck Around Gang.” The band (purposely dubbed FAG for the laughs) played a multitude of different genres, created a few original songs but mostly just redid existing ones (varying artists from Lady Gaga to Godsmack to Dora the Explorer), and earned the members a few extra bucks. Twitch was raised in New York City by both of his parents and had three sisters, one older and two younger. After graduating from high school, he worked several odd jobs to afford his next (approximate) two years of classes, the most remarkable one being a tampon tester (feel free to ask him about it). Afterwards, he worked as a paramedic and a part-time cashier at a department store for a while until he eventually continued on with his dream of helping others and began training to become a firefighter. Upon completion, he worked for the next 7 years as a paramedic and a firefighter (never once considering working ‘emergency calls’ about fights in the lingerie department ever again) in New York City, responding to calls that ran anywhere from a fallen elderly person to a bloody, gory mess of mass destruction. Twitch was an excellent paramedic, not just for the fact that he was a unicorn and could heal people, but also because of his extensive ability to apply his skills and experience. At the age of 28, he moved to Cliffmore and worked the same two careers. He has lived there for roughly an entire year so far. Twitch had had several girlfriends during his working life, some lasting longer than others, but never anything very long-term, as his jobs constantly had him leaving and absorbed the greatest amount of his free time. Aside from that, he could just never really manage to find anyone he ‘clicked’ with for more than a year or two or three at most. He adopted two Leopard Geckos, Mustang and Sally, and a king snake named Queen King as well as a Great Pyrenees puppy named Buffy the Vampire Slayer. In one particular emergency, Twitch had just been on his way home after a day at the fire station. He witnessed a nasty car wreck just up in front of him and had been forced to swerve off into a ditch just to avoid adding to the wreck. He responded to the situation without hesitation. While preforming CPR on the man who had appeared to have been at fault, Twitch had done something completely out of character for him in one of these situations- he had gotten a bit hasty. He had not been aware of the little girl who had needed CPR as well, and upon being informed of this by the third person involved in the crash, he had instructed said driver of the other car to call 911 while he attempted to save both the man and the girl. There had been a terrible, multicar crash on the other side of the city, so that combined with the distance would equal a delay on the ambulances for at least ten minutes. It would be too long. Twitch would have to handle it on his own. He knew the sooner he could administer CPR to the child, the more likely she would be to live. But he couldn’t just abandon the man. The driver of the other car had attempted to help, but he had no training in CPR and was more likely to break the girl’s ribs than do any good, so Twitch made him stand back. The man was not responding to the paramedic’s efforts. He had attempted to heal the man with his unicorn powers but to no avail. The man was dead, and the only way to bring him back was to do it manually. Twitch was faced with the decision of continuing to try to save him or starting on the girl. He couldn’t just give up on someone. The paramedics who had saved him as a child hadn’t given up on him. What kind of a paramedic would give up on someone? He still had time to save the girl! That was the fatal moment in which Twitch became hasty. One easily made wrong move and he felt one of the man’s ribs snap beneath the pressure of his hands. He still wouldn’t give up. He couldn’t. He continued to administer CPR to the man, longing for Superman to come down and save the day (with his CPR certified certificate, of course), since it looked like the other paramedics couldn’t anytime soon. The man was not waking. Twitch could use no more time on him. He had to save the girl, at least. Twitch had gone home that night with perhaps one of the greatest feelings in the world- knowing that you had saved the life of another human being. He cried over the loss of the man whose name he did not know, but he had experienced many other cases of death while on the job for the past 9 years as a paramedic (and countless more as a firefighter). A few days later, Twitch was informed that he was being sued. He, a trained professional, had broken one of the man’s ribs and had been unable to save him, and now the man’s wife was suing him for it. The court ruled in Twitch’s favor, thankfully, though Twitch still felt guilty over the death of the man. It was one of the only deaths he had ever had on his hands, and it would stay there forever. But he locked it away inside and continued on. He had other people to save. Presently living in Cliffmore, Twitch continued to work as a paramedic/firefighter. He hid his mythical abilities from the rest of the world in fear of being discovered. As far as he knew, no one else was mythical, though Twitch found that hard to believe. Weird things had been happening in Cliffmore lately, and Twitch soon learned of the existence of a strange, very secretive group called the MCA. Curious to learn more, the unicorn began to do some investigating…

RP Sample: “Miles... Miles everywhere... Miles in all directions... Heh. I guess I should get my head outta my ass.” Such was a typical statement made by Miles “Twitch” Thomas DeMent. He had plenty of friends, sure, and even a girlfriend he could be spending time with. But to Twitch, none of that really mattered. He constantly felt the need to help people, which was why he often found himself working as a volunteer at the local soup kitchen and other places. But in between all of that work, Twitch was left alone with his thoughts. And he didn’t particularly enjoy that. Being alone didn’t really weaken his spirits, at least not to a notable degree. He was as goofy as ever, blasting some P!nk in his old red Ford pickup truck and singing along in a surprisingly decent voice. His odd combination of a New York and whatever-the-hell-there-was-in-Cliffmore accent vanished when he sang. In his mind, he sounded just like the esteemed P!nk herself! Thinking of P!nk, he wondered how she was doing. What if she was in a car crash right now? Boy, he would love to be HER paramedic. P!nk was hot! But back to reality. Twitch’s current companions? The two Leopard Geckos sitting in the seat beside him- err, crawling all over it- hadn’t exactly adapted to riding in a truck. But it didn’t really matter. Twitch had just gone driving to pass the time and brought along two of his little buddies. He would bring Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Queen King next time, perhaps. This little venture had proved a bit sluggish at first but ultimately successful. The geckos, Mustang and Sally, didn’t seem to be enjoying it too much, but Twitch would make it up to them later with some fresh grasshoppers or something. Maybe he would finally clean their cage/tank thing, whatever it was called. Presently, with a full tank of gas, he was cruising on down a basically empty road outside of Cliffmore (there seemed to be a lot of those). Little did he know that two or three miles away from his location was a group of mythical creatures called the MCA that would change this unicorn’s life forever…