Post by Walter Tinline on Jul 9, 2012 17:52:01 GMT -8
Name: Walter Alfred Tinline
Age: 83 years old
Species: Human
Occupation: Head of the Anomaly Unit
Photo:
Sir Michael Gambon
History:
First, get comfy... Maybe get a drink or fifty and enough rations for a month. I suspect that's how long it'll take to read this, if you do.
Walter Alfred Tinline was born on the 5th of March, 1929 in Edinburgh, Scotland. He was born to John and Victoria Tinline and was their only surviving child. His sister, Dorothy, had died ten years earlier as an infant. She had died in her sleep, which had devastated Walter's parents and they couldn't imagine themselves having another child for fear of them dying as well. This was not the case, however, as Walter was born ten years after his sister and lived.
He was loved as a child. His parents had told him about what had happened to his sister when he was seven, and he'd understood rather well though at the time hadn't seemed to interested as he was playing with a wooden train his father had built for him. His parents assumed that he hadn't actually been listening and so dropped the subject, though found out that night that he had listened and understood perfectly as he prayed to God that his sister was okay in Heaven and hoped she would remain safe from demons and the devil. His parents went to bed in tears that night from pride of their son, though Walter never found this out.
When he was young, his parents moved to London in order to find jobs, though his mother never managed to get one. His father got a job in a small toy company and had a habit of giving him a toy every week, so the boy ended up with shelves full of wooden trains and cars which would occasionally come down to be played with then put back on the shelf once finished with.
At the age of nine, World War II began and Walter's parents feared for his safety. Though he'd been able to stay alive and out of trouble for the whole of his life, they'd been alive during the first world war and knew the destruction and devastation that could come from war. So, in September of 1939, Victoria and John Tinline evacuated their son to the country for him to be kept safe from the air raids. Walter ended up living with a very nice, elderly couple. They taught him what they knew and were very pleased with him for both being able to understand a lot of what they were teaching him and for being a quiet child. They let him phone and write to his parents to tell them about his life away from them. They also asked him about his home in London and asked what his parents were like. He left nothing out, though said that his sister was probably very happy in Heaven and was likely to be waiting for him.
In 1941, John Tinline went to war. Walter found this out through a conversation with his mother on the phone. Even though she said that she was proud of his father for going, Walter could tell that she was close to tears and told her that God would be watching over his father and protecting him. John died one year later when his plane was shot down over France and Walter then began to doubt the existance of God. He never told anyone that he was beginning to doubt whether there was a God or not, though, as his parents had always been very religious and the elderly couple he lived with now had never asked about his personal beliefs.
When the war ended in 1945, Walter was sixteen. The elderly couple he had been living with waved him off from the station in Yorkshire and the teenager had a somewhat peaceful ride home. There were a couple of other children of his own age who were having loud fun outside his carriage on the train home, but other than them it was peaceful. He didn't see any point in ruining their fun, though. The war was over. It had finished. There had been casualties, but the end justified the means in Walter's mind... Despite the fact that he and his mother had lost someone close to them. Met by his mother in London, Walter realised just how much time had passed when he was met with someone who was now around the same height as him. Instead of being the 49 year old that he had left in London in 1939, she was 54. The sadness she'd felt since 1941 was obvious on her features, though the joy she got from the sight of her son being alive and well was bursting through the obvious depression she'd suffered.
Things were strangely quiet once they got home, however. Before the war, John would have wandered through the door at seven and asked where Walter was for a new wooden train as his father had worked in a toy factory and John's boss had been a family friend for many years and allowed John to take one toy home each week for his son. After the war, however, there was an odd stillness within the house. Walter had the feeling that his mother hadn't moved on from 1941. Pictures of the family were still resting around the house and the trains were still where Walter had left them... It was all quite weird, for the teenager.
As the weeks turned into months since Walter's return, and 1945 turned into 1946, his mother seemed to go into another depression. The emptiness of the house since his father's death wasn't helping but his mother wouldn't let anything of his father's go. She couldn't move on from John, though this was hardly surprising as they'd been childhood sweethearts. It wasn't healthy, either, but whenever Walter would so much as suggest putting some things away of his father's, his mother would look at him as though he'd just sworn loudly and then begin mumbling about something that her son could never quite catch while busying herself with making a cup of tea which she wouldn't drink.
When Walter turned twenty, his mother committed suicide. After the initial shock of seeing his mother hanging in her bedroom, Walter managed to calm himself down enough to be almost normal, though he was deeply upset. After he'd gotten over the shock of seeing her, he realised that it had been a long time coming and began to blame himself. If only he'd told someone, or gotten her help... Yes, he felt guilty of the fact that he knew something was wrong and had never done anything about it. This regret was something which had always stayed with him.
His sadness over his mother's suicide piled on top of the sadness of his father's death and Walter had a hard time being quite as he used to be. However, when he was twenty three he got a job in a corner shop near his house. He knew that the house wouldn't be helping him to move on, but couldn't bring himself to sell the place. All of his parents' clothing and bedding went into the attic, though, and he redecorated their room once he had enough money. Over the coming years, Walter began to move on and get back to his old mood that the day would do what the day would do and nothing he did or said could stop it or change it in any way. This also helped him to move on from his mother's death and the guilt began to subside, though never really disappeared.
Two years later, at the age of twenty seven, Walter fell in love with a girl. Her name was Nancy and she was twenty six. She was a lovely woman with brown hair and light brown skin. Her eyes were deep brown and her voice was always quite soft until she was angry, then it would turn into a raging hurricane of anger and she would most definitely not hold back from telling someone exactly what she thought of them. Another two years later, the pair got married and had a daughter. They named her after Nancy's mother, Helen. Her middle names, though, were Victoria and Dorothy. Walter had insisted on Dorothy being her middle name, even if it was her only middle name. Nancy picked Victoria after his mother and her favourite Queen of England.
Five years passed them by, and Helen, Nancy and Walter's lives were pretty good. They lived in Walter's house, where there was enough room for all of them, and Helen was allowed her father's wooden toys. However, her parents' relationship began getting worse and soon her father moved out. They both agreed that it was best for them to not be together and, while it was quite a sad affair for the pair, they ended the relationship on good enough terms that there was no custody battle. Walter told Nancy that he thought their daughter would be best with her, and Nancy agreed, though she was hesitant as she'd watched him be a pretty good father during the past five years.
After a short amount of time, Walter moved back to his home country of Scotland and stayed there for many years in another small job. He kept contact with his daughter and ex-wife via the telephone and letters, much like he'd kept contact with his parents, then mother, during the war. About three years after this, Walter moved to America and continued to keep contact with his family. He told Nancy whenever he moved so that she would be able to put the correct address on the letters and dial the correct phone number. He and his daughter rarely saw each other, though, as Walter couldn't get the time off work to travel to England and Nancy couldn't get Helen out of school for long enough to go to America.
At the age of thirty eight, Walter found out about vampires and werewolves. He had found an injured werewolf in Washington D.C on his way home from work one night and decided to take it in and get it back to full health. He was unaware that this wolf wasn't a normal wolf and so was very confused when he woke up the next morning to see a man wandering around his house. The man explained it all quite calmly, though, and answered the questions that Walter had as best he could. The thirty five year old was confused, though. How could werewolves and vampires exist, after all? That just didn't make any sense at all! The following night, the werewolf offered to show Walter some vampires, though he wasn't too happy about the idea due to the danger involved. That night, Walter was almost killed by a vampire, though the werewolf was able to kill the vampire before Walter could be killed. Now, quite shaking and very shocked, Walter believed the werewolf without a doubt.
Over the next two years, Walter made friends with a group of werewolves and learned more about the supernatural world. He learned about the Death Dealers and began to hunt them. He quit his old job and one night got cornered by a very angry group of Death Dealers. That was the night that he found out about the Anomaly Unit. Admins, feel free to tell me to change this part. Apparently, they'd been following him and keeping an eye on him due to his personal quest. A year later, when he was forty one, Walter became an Anomaly Unit agent.
Over the next thirty years, Walter got better and better at his job. He never saw it as anything but a job, though. It was a job with odd hours and even weirder work, but it was a job all the same. While he was working at the Anomaly Unit, his daughter had got married and had two children. Walter has been lucky enough to meet both his grown up daughter and his grandchildren many times since they were born, while working this dangerous job.
Ten years ago, he got promoted to the head of the Anomaly Unit from his previous job as the head of the Red Team. At first it was all a bit odd. He was a little out of place in the head office of the Anomaly Unit, though he soon figured out that he was, essentially, the boss. Nancy also died around the same time as he got the promotion. He took a week off to go to the funeral and got a fair few odd looks by family members of hers who couldn't remember him or just didn't recognise him...
As he grew older, along with growing a nice long beard and growing his hair long, he also became a little bit kooky and has gotten into the habit of telling everybody to bugger off for half an hour while he has a nap in his office. Life thus far has been pretty good for Walter, overall...
Personality:
Weird doesn't quite cover Walter's personality. He has moments where he's the most normal man in the world, then moments when he's like a granddad. He's the kind of man who would be strict all year with getting things done, then dress up as Santa for the week before Christmas and tells people that if they 'don't get the bloody work done, you won't get any presents'... And then hand out the presents to anyone who actually gets the work done. He's also the guy of man who would 'appear' on a street corner, having been running for the past ten minutes just to get to that street corner, then wander off casually. He's also the kind of man who would turn up five minutes late for something and tell everyone else that they were early... And not be joking.
Basically, he can be sensible when he needs to be, and is pretty much always in a good mood or seems to not quite be in touch with reality and with his own limitations as an eighty three year old, but is good to laugh with and good to joke with. He has a lot of fun around Hallowe'en and tries to ease up the stress around the holidays. Some people don't agree with his way of doing things around the holidays, but Walter actually doesn't care too much. He knows that everyone will die eventually... Whether or not they die the first time, though, is another matter completely.
He is also a bragger. He feels that, after around forty years being in the Anomaly Unit, he should be able to occasionally say 'I did more in one week than you have in the past month'. He's very private when it comes to personal information, though. His office is the sign of a life well lived, with trinkets and such from his childhood and odd little things from wherever he's been.
Walter is determined, intelligent, calm, probably a little nutty, and most certainly friendly... As long as he gets his half an hour of nap per day, in his office, without anyone disturbing him. His temper is rarely shown, though when he does get angry it's clear through the dangerously calm tone. He barely raises his voice when angered and tends to then go and sit in a quiet room for half an hour - probably sleeping during this time - then come out and act the same as he did before he got angry...
First Account or a Mutiple One: Fourth account... Technically fifth if we include Autumn. My non-deleted accounts are Brandon 'Bam' Napier, Harley Carrero and Tarrant Grayson.
How did you find us: Down the back of the sofa with a sweet and Dumbledore's wand. It was all very strange down there. I think I saw a rabbit, as well. It seemed to have a pocket watch and a waist coat! I don't know... The things you find down the back of the sofa. I was only looking for £1 that I lost!
Age: 83 years old
Species: Human
Occupation: Head of the Anomaly Unit
Photo:
Sir Michael Gambon
History:
First, get comfy... Maybe get a drink or fifty and enough rations for a month. I suspect that's how long it'll take to read this, if you do.
Walter Alfred Tinline was born on the 5th of March, 1929 in Edinburgh, Scotland. He was born to John and Victoria Tinline and was their only surviving child. His sister, Dorothy, had died ten years earlier as an infant. She had died in her sleep, which had devastated Walter's parents and they couldn't imagine themselves having another child for fear of them dying as well. This was not the case, however, as Walter was born ten years after his sister and lived.
He was loved as a child. His parents had told him about what had happened to his sister when he was seven, and he'd understood rather well though at the time hadn't seemed to interested as he was playing with a wooden train his father had built for him. His parents assumed that he hadn't actually been listening and so dropped the subject, though found out that night that he had listened and understood perfectly as he prayed to God that his sister was okay in Heaven and hoped she would remain safe from demons and the devil. His parents went to bed in tears that night from pride of their son, though Walter never found this out.
When he was young, his parents moved to London in order to find jobs, though his mother never managed to get one. His father got a job in a small toy company and had a habit of giving him a toy every week, so the boy ended up with shelves full of wooden trains and cars which would occasionally come down to be played with then put back on the shelf once finished with.
At the age of nine, World War II began and Walter's parents feared for his safety. Though he'd been able to stay alive and out of trouble for the whole of his life, they'd been alive during the first world war and knew the destruction and devastation that could come from war. So, in September of 1939, Victoria and John Tinline evacuated their son to the country for him to be kept safe from the air raids. Walter ended up living with a very nice, elderly couple. They taught him what they knew and were very pleased with him for both being able to understand a lot of what they were teaching him and for being a quiet child. They let him phone and write to his parents to tell them about his life away from them. They also asked him about his home in London and asked what his parents were like. He left nothing out, though said that his sister was probably very happy in Heaven and was likely to be waiting for him.
In 1941, John Tinline went to war. Walter found this out through a conversation with his mother on the phone. Even though she said that she was proud of his father for going, Walter could tell that she was close to tears and told her that God would be watching over his father and protecting him. John died one year later when his plane was shot down over France and Walter then began to doubt the existance of God. He never told anyone that he was beginning to doubt whether there was a God or not, though, as his parents had always been very religious and the elderly couple he lived with now had never asked about his personal beliefs.
When the war ended in 1945, Walter was sixteen. The elderly couple he had been living with waved him off from the station in Yorkshire and the teenager had a somewhat peaceful ride home. There were a couple of other children of his own age who were having loud fun outside his carriage on the train home, but other than them it was peaceful. He didn't see any point in ruining their fun, though. The war was over. It had finished. There had been casualties, but the end justified the means in Walter's mind... Despite the fact that he and his mother had lost someone close to them. Met by his mother in London, Walter realised just how much time had passed when he was met with someone who was now around the same height as him. Instead of being the 49 year old that he had left in London in 1939, she was 54. The sadness she'd felt since 1941 was obvious on her features, though the joy she got from the sight of her son being alive and well was bursting through the obvious depression she'd suffered.
Things were strangely quiet once they got home, however. Before the war, John would have wandered through the door at seven and asked where Walter was for a new wooden train as his father had worked in a toy factory and John's boss had been a family friend for many years and allowed John to take one toy home each week for his son. After the war, however, there was an odd stillness within the house. Walter had the feeling that his mother hadn't moved on from 1941. Pictures of the family were still resting around the house and the trains were still where Walter had left them... It was all quite weird, for the teenager.
As the weeks turned into months since Walter's return, and 1945 turned into 1946, his mother seemed to go into another depression. The emptiness of the house since his father's death wasn't helping but his mother wouldn't let anything of his father's go. She couldn't move on from John, though this was hardly surprising as they'd been childhood sweethearts. It wasn't healthy, either, but whenever Walter would so much as suggest putting some things away of his father's, his mother would look at him as though he'd just sworn loudly and then begin mumbling about something that her son could never quite catch while busying herself with making a cup of tea which she wouldn't drink.
When Walter turned twenty, his mother committed suicide. After the initial shock of seeing his mother hanging in her bedroom, Walter managed to calm himself down enough to be almost normal, though he was deeply upset. After he'd gotten over the shock of seeing her, he realised that it had been a long time coming and began to blame himself. If only he'd told someone, or gotten her help... Yes, he felt guilty of the fact that he knew something was wrong and had never done anything about it. This regret was something which had always stayed with him.
His sadness over his mother's suicide piled on top of the sadness of his father's death and Walter had a hard time being quite as he used to be. However, when he was twenty three he got a job in a corner shop near his house. He knew that the house wouldn't be helping him to move on, but couldn't bring himself to sell the place. All of his parents' clothing and bedding went into the attic, though, and he redecorated their room once he had enough money. Over the coming years, Walter began to move on and get back to his old mood that the day would do what the day would do and nothing he did or said could stop it or change it in any way. This also helped him to move on from his mother's death and the guilt began to subside, though never really disappeared.
Two years later, at the age of twenty seven, Walter fell in love with a girl. Her name was Nancy and she was twenty six. She was a lovely woman with brown hair and light brown skin. Her eyes were deep brown and her voice was always quite soft until she was angry, then it would turn into a raging hurricane of anger and she would most definitely not hold back from telling someone exactly what she thought of them. Another two years later, the pair got married and had a daughter. They named her after Nancy's mother, Helen. Her middle names, though, were Victoria and Dorothy. Walter had insisted on Dorothy being her middle name, even if it was her only middle name. Nancy picked Victoria after his mother and her favourite Queen of England.
Five years passed them by, and Helen, Nancy and Walter's lives were pretty good. They lived in Walter's house, where there was enough room for all of them, and Helen was allowed her father's wooden toys. However, her parents' relationship began getting worse and soon her father moved out. They both agreed that it was best for them to not be together and, while it was quite a sad affair for the pair, they ended the relationship on good enough terms that there was no custody battle. Walter told Nancy that he thought their daughter would be best with her, and Nancy agreed, though she was hesitant as she'd watched him be a pretty good father during the past five years.
After a short amount of time, Walter moved back to his home country of Scotland and stayed there for many years in another small job. He kept contact with his daughter and ex-wife via the telephone and letters, much like he'd kept contact with his parents, then mother, during the war. About three years after this, Walter moved to America and continued to keep contact with his family. He told Nancy whenever he moved so that she would be able to put the correct address on the letters and dial the correct phone number. He and his daughter rarely saw each other, though, as Walter couldn't get the time off work to travel to England and Nancy couldn't get Helen out of school for long enough to go to America.
At the age of thirty eight, Walter found out about vampires and werewolves. He had found an injured werewolf in Washington D.C on his way home from work one night and decided to take it in and get it back to full health. He was unaware that this wolf wasn't a normal wolf and so was very confused when he woke up the next morning to see a man wandering around his house. The man explained it all quite calmly, though, and answered the questions that Walter had as best he could. The thirty five year old was confused, though. How could werewolves and vampires exist, after all? That just didn't make any sense at all! The following night, the werewolf offered to show Walter some vampires, though he wasn't too happy about the idea due to the danger involved. That night, Walter was almost killed by a vampire, though the werewolf was able to kill the vampire before Walter could be killed. Now, quite shaking and very shocked, Walter believed the werewolf without a doubt.
Over the next two years, Walter made friends with a group of werewolves and learned more about the supernatural world. He learned about the Death Dealers and began to hunt them. He quit his old job and one night got cornered by a very angry group of Death Dealers. That was the night that he found out about the Anomaly Unit. Admins, feel free to tell me to change this part. Apparently, they'd been following him and keeping an eye on him due to his personal quest. A year later, when he was forty one, Walter became an Anomaly Unit agent.
Over the next thirty years, Walter got better and better at his job. He never saw it as anything but a job, though. It was a job with odd hours and even weirder work, but it was a job all the same. While he was working at the Anomaly Unit, his daughter had got married and had two children. Walter has been lucky enough to meet both his grown up daughter and his grandchildren many times since they were born, while working this dangerous job.
Ten years ago, he got promoted to the head of the Anomaly Unit from his previous job as the head of the Red Team. At first it was all a bit odd. He was a little out of place in the head office of the Anomaly Unit, though he soon figured out that he was, essentially, the boss. Nancy also died around the same time as he got the promotion. He took a week off to go to the funeral and got a fair few odd looks by family members of hers who couldn't remember him or just didn't recognise him...
As he grew older, along with growing a nice long beard and growing his hair long, he also became a little bit kooky and has gotten into the habit of telling everybody to bugger off for half an hour while he has a nap in his office. Life thus far has been pretty good for Walter, overall...
Personality:
Weird doesn't quite cover Walter's personality. He has moments where he's the most normal man in the world, then moments when he's like a granddad. He's the kind of man who would be strict all year with getting things done, then dress up as Santa for the week before Christmas and tells people that if they 'don't get the bloody work done, you won't get any presents'... And then hand out the presents to anyone who actually gets the work done. He's also the guy of man who would 'appear' on a street corner, having been running for the past ten minutes just to get to that street corner, then wander off casually. He's also the kind of man who would turn up five minutes late for something and tell everyone else that they were early... And not be joking.
Basically, he can be sensible when he needs to be, and is pretty much always in a good mood or seems to not quite be in touch with reality and with his own limitations as an eighty three year old, but is good to laugh with and good to joke with. He has a lot of fun around Hallowe'en and tries to ease up the stress around the holidays. Some people don't agree with his way of doing things around the holidays, but Walter actually doesn't care too much. He knows that everyone will die eventually... Whether or not they die the first time, though, is another matter completely.
He is also a bragger. He feels that, after around forty years being in the Anomaly Unit, he should be able to occasionally say 'I did more in one week than you have in the past month'. He's very private when it comes to personal information, though. His office is the sign of a life well lived, with trinkets and such from his childhood and odd little things from wherever he's been.
Walter is determined, intelligent, calm, probably a little nutty, and most certainly friendly... As long as he gets his half an hour of nap per day, in his office, without anyone disturbing him. His temper is rarely shown, though when he does get angry it's clear through the dangerously calm tone. He barely raises his voice when angered and tends to then go and sit in a quiet room for half an hour - probably sleeping during this time - then come out and act the same as he did before he got angry...
First Account or a Mutiple One: Fourth account... Technically fifth if we include Autumn. My non-deleted accounts are Brandon 'Bam' Napier, Harley Carrero and Tarrant Grayson.
How did you find us: Down the back of the sofa with a sweet and Dumbledore's wand. It was all very strange down there. I think I saw a rabbit, as well. It seemed to have a pocket watch and a waist coat! I don't know... The things you find down the back of the sofa. I was only looking for £1 that I lost!
