thomas knox baxter !

[pax]

"I wouldn't kill him, because he looked as frightened as I was. I looked at him, and I saw myself." - Hiccup

NAME: Thomas Knox Baxter
NICKNAMES: Knox (most people), Tom, Tommy
AGE: Twenty-eight
BIRTHDAY: June 8th
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
NATIONALITY: Fantasian
OCCUPATION: Animal Shelter Worker/Manager
PLAYED BY: Callum Blue
DISNEY: Toothless, How To Train Your Dragon
USER GROUP: Hero?

PERSONALITY !

LITTLE SPIT-FIRE! Probably the most notable trait of Knox, he always will be and always has been quite a fighter. He perhaps is not the fighter that is most blatant - rather, he is far more sneaky and careful with what battles he wages and the moves that he makes, often taking it upon himself to exact what attacks he has in a quick, unforgiving manner that are sometimes almost passive-aggressive in nature to get what he wants from others. Would people expect him to be a fighter? Looking at him, probably not, as the most that people see with him is a lanky, scruffy guy who might not be afraid to take a punch, but also looks a little too calm to give one out either. And, ah, how wrong they are, even if, admittedly, Knox tends to punch in the emotional and mental region of the mind when he can, especially when he can use sarcasm and, oh, how he revels in that!

LOVABLE (SOMETIMES)! As sarcastic and passive-aggressive that Thomas can be when he needs to get something done, he's rather affectionate towards those that he becomes friendly with, often being almost cuddly and cute with them like most would with their significant others... Even if Knox rarely sees it as a romantic occurrence. Most notably, he is rather loving towards his friends and colleagues - and with his love comes his fierce and often undying protection, which is almost always guaranteed after some time spent with him. After all, Knox loves to express his love for those he cares for, as odd as it is, and, hell, what better way to show that he cares than to stand up for those he cares for? However, it should be noted that Knox is rather... well, it takes him time to be loving towards most people - it takes time to gain his trust. But, after some time, it is to be expected that he will ruffle, touch, cuddle, and perhaps even kiss his friends.

TRUST ISSUES! It has been noted previously that Knox has some discretion with how affectionate he is. This mostly has to do with the fact that he has some serious, deep, and underlying trust issues that, if he ever could afford to attend therapy, would probably be one of the issues that needed to be addressed. As it is, however, Knox cannot afford therapy, thus meaning that he has to deal with his trust issues himself. These issues mostly have to do with his family - his friends turning on him and abandoning him in his hour of need when he had been his protective and affectionate self towards them the entire time. It is not a happy prospect for him to encounter this possibility again, which is mostly why he is so careful with trusting others, especially considering how affectionate he knows he can be with others.

CLEVER BOY! As is expected by the way he 'fights', his passive-aggressive actions, and even his sarcasm, Knox has a subtle intelligence to him that seems to be a strange and almost endearing mix of street smarts and book smarts that most people are taken aback by since most people portray talent in one or the other, but never in a combination of both. Knox often does not show off this intelligence, this cunning, in a forward manner. Rather, it seems to come out simply in the way he speaks and acts; he cannot help it. The one good thing about this? It does not come out in a pretentious manner - it simply does come out and while some who do not know him may act surprised, it is not something that Knox ever has to truly worry about.

QUIRKS: He often writes in the margins of books he reads, and does have the remote tendency to write on his hands and arms whenever he really needs to remember something. Second, aside from his sarcasm, perhaps the most obvious quirk is how very touchy-feely he can be, which, while he respects when his friends tell him to back off, he tends to be very affectionate when he is not told to back off. Third, Knox does walk quite oddly - after all, his leg is fake - and he does often need his cane to maneuver. The last, least obvious, and perhaps most dangerous, tendency that comes with Knox is his very blatant love of stealing small things from others' homes or stores or wherever else. Hell, sometimes he just walks out of a store and hours later searches his pockets to find a few trinkets there. What can he say? Old habits die hard.

LIKES: books, writing on himself, sharpies, trinkets, animals (in general), snakes (specifically), sarcasm, his job, soft music, his cane, being protective, being affectionate
DISLIKES: shorts, his leg, not knowing where he stole things from, people staring at his leg/cane, others annoying him about his trust issues, not being able to climb into tall places, others commenting about his sarcasm, loud music, not being able to protect those he cares for, not being able to be affectionate towards those he cares for

HISTORY !

There isn't much known concerning Knox's birth. In fact, what little is known is that he certainly had no father, at least not one that came forward to claim Knox as his child when he was born. And, thus, Knox was named by his mother. Thomas after his grandfather and then Knox after the assumed name of his father that he had taken for the one solitary night that Knox's mother and father had enjoyed together between the sheets (or, rather, in the backseat of his mother's car). His mother tried to take care of Knox but, with her parents being stubborn enough not to help her and her struggling to both work, attend school, and take care of Knox, it eventually became too much and he was placed up for adoption at nine months old. It was not long before Knox was adopted, being as young as he was, and placed into the care of one Warren Dane. Some months later, he was officially adopted by one Silas Baxter, who, over the years, seemed to be a nice enough man towards Knox.

'Over the years', of course, means that sooner or later, things began to change between Silas and Knox. Once Knox became old enough (approximately five years old, that is), Silas taught Knox the tricks of a rather specific and illegal trade: pickpocketing. Knox, as well, became a key component in Silas' little hobby of stealing from others - often times acting as the one to steal while Silas acted as a distraction. Knox, not knowing that there was anything wrong with what he was doing, started to almost enjoy what he was doing - there was a certain satisfaction in doing what Silas informed him to do and, what was more doing it correctly enough to be rewarded later for his efforts. However, the rewards and satisfaction was slowly short-lived, though stealing started to become a habit nearing addiction for Knox.

It was not until Knox was about nine years old that things really started to change - as Silas had gotten into some seriously bad groups that went far beyond pickpocketing and branched off into gangs. Silas soon became targeted by a gang and Knox, being Silas' 'son' for all intents and purposes, was targeted as well. They were careful - so careful to try and leave the city... But before they could, escape, they got into the middle of a fight. Guns were pulled out and Knox was hit a number of times - with the most gunshot wounds made to his right leg, his knee and lower. Silas rushed Knox to the hospital where he was taken care of as best as they could, though, due to the fact that his leg could not be saved, they had to remove it and replace it with a fake leg. Silas, as much as he had endangered Knox, was concerned for him and wished to keep Knox as his son... but, as soon as the authorities knew how Knox became so badly hurt, took him away from Silas.

Knox was then in that age where no one really wanted to adopt him - so he was shifted from foster family to foster family and often made fun of for his fake leg and the cane that he had to walk around with by those in schools he attended as well as in the families that he was taken care of. Some of the families were nice - some were mean - some were abusive - some made Knox return to the days of when he would help Silas steal. However, Knox always acted as if things were completely normal for him. And, slowly, as Knox grew, he became enamored with animals - often being the guy who would volunteer to animal-sit for neighbors or visit the animal shelters that he lived near to help out by playing with the animals. It was actually when he was junior in high school and kept on visiting the animal shelter, where he met the man who ran it - one Xavier Kent. Xavier and he bonded much like a father and son would and, eventually, Xavier stepped up to adopt Knox, who asked to keep his last name as 'Baxter,' as he still cared for Silas, if only in memory.

And so, Knox worked with Xavier at the animal shelter and attended college - getting a bachelor's degree in finances, but instead of going on to become anything like an accountant... Knox stayed behind as a worker at the animal shelter and, over the years, has not only gotten some animals of his own (two cats, three snakes, and a dog, to be honest), but he has gone up to being something like the manager of the shelter, though Xavier still owns it and, obviously, works there.

SAMPLE !

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A Pokemon site where I play a male poke-nurse! hehe. //

Donnie had to say that for once he was doing his best to relax. Sitting down in the small coffee place that he had found in the city, he had to say that he did not feel so stressed out as he normally felt. Maybe it was because he had a few days off for the first time in months. After all, living on his own and taking care of quite a few pokemon, all while fueled by one income, made it quite difficult to take any kind of holiday. Thus meaning that this particular one, he had decided to take a short train ride to Vermilion where he was more or less just taking in everything. Zoe was curled at his feet, drinking some milk rather easily and calmly. It was a bit risky to have her out of her pokeball, but he figured that give the fact that she was limping quite a bit... well, he doubted that even if she was startled, that she could make a serious run for it too fast for him to either catch her with his bare hands or with the pokeball. Though, he was somewhat surprised that she had not jumped yet - after all, the place was so crowded to the point that the only open seats at the tiny tables were at tables like the one he occupied - ones where only one person was sitting at and there was an empty seat there. And there were people still coming in - so Donnie was willing to bet that someone would join him soon enough. Not that he would mind, he could use some company, even if they did not speak to each other at all.

The male was not really reading the book that was in his hand - more like, he was simply listening to the world surrounding him as the words blurred and blended on the page, going in and out of focus as time slowly passed. Strange, it felt almost as if time slowed down - it felt as if time was edging by and he almost could feel the air stilling around him. It was almost like those last few moments before he fell asleep at night - long and almost hopeful about falling asleep. Only, it seemed, this time, he was almost hopeful about escaping the slight loud reality - the slightly bored reality - the slightly unsure reality of what to do now that he was finally free for a few days. Four days, actually, in totally. Today, tomorrow, and two days afterward - Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday in total. Granted, he would head back sometime late night tomorrow - Friday, that is... and hopefully arrive home very late that night or else very early Saturday morning and just sleep at home for most of the rest of his small holiday from the pokecenter. Donnie shook his head after a moment, running his fingers through his hair as he folded over a flap in the corner of a page before setting the book down and carefully standing so that he would not knock into Zoe - who might have jumped pretty high if he had bumped her slightly at this time. After all, she was so skittish - it was adorable and frustrating at the same time, really!

Still, though, he managed to stand and looked down, feeling and then, finally, seeing the Phanpy following him cautiously. Ducking down, he gathered her up in his arms before going forward to the counter and ordering another cup of coffee - black. That was all he really ever drank. Black coffee, that is. True, sometimes he liked sugar or milk or a combination of both in his coffee. But he much preferred it plain. It went down easiest for him. All the same, he waited for the coffee, which took only a few minutes to prepare, paid, and then carried Zoe and the coffee back to the table he was sitting at only moments before. He put down the coffee on the table before carefully letting down Zoe, who curled up once more under the chair, lapping up some more milk as Donnie slipped into his chair once more and opened he book, taking a careful, testing sip of the coffee to see that it was not too hot and, when it scolded his tongue, he cursed - perhaps too loudly due to how some people sitting nearby glanced at him. Donnie smiled apologetically towards them, giving a slight nod as he swallowed repeatedly, trying to get rid of how painful his burned tongue felt as he opened his book back up and he tried to get back to reading once more.

ABOUT YOU!

OHHAITHUR, I'M PAX AND I'M A PRETTY RELAXED PERSON. I'M 17, BUT DON'T FRET YO, I THINK THIS PLACE IS AMAZING. I'M SO GLAD I FOUND IT THROUGH KNITTINGNECKTIE'S SIG ON RPG-D. OH, AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE IS THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME.

[. JESSE IN WONDERLAND]

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