Richie Tozier AGE/BIRTHDAY: Thirteen (March 7th, 1976) HEIGHT: 5'8 WEIGHT: 100 lbs GENDER: Male MARITAL STATUS: Single, obviously HAIR: Brown EYES: Brown ORIGIN: Derry, Maine LANGUAGE: English (Some Spanish)
VISION The quintessential teenage boy that went through too many growth spurts way too quickly. Richie is tall for his age but gangly with limbs that are too long to control and not enough experience with his stature to always operate it correctly, his gait is clumsy and inefficient at best but he somehow manages to twist it into something aloof rather than uncertain despite the evident awkwardness. His weight has yet to balance out over his body and so he's scrawny and lean, with little muscular definition and no real concept of his own strength. Despite how tall he is, Richie doesn't come off as formidable whatsoever and looks as though he might disappear if he stood behind a street lamp, the very definition of a bean pole.
Richie's brown hair is so dark it's almost black a muddy color with a length that is shaggy, growing out at weird angles from a home cut his mother gave him prior to the summer months. He's got light-brown hazel blue eyes to match that are shielded by thick-framed prescription glasses that magnify his eyes triple their size. Richie's heart-shaped face is complimented by a strong nose and thick but expressive lips. There is a dust of freckles over his nose that is barely visible thanks to his olive-toned complexion and the regular amount of sun he gets that makes him look soft and effeminate by contrast to his overall attitude.
Nicknamed "Bucky the Beaver," by some of the kids at school Richie is known for his buck teeth, his toothy grins, and loudmouth. His style is as loud as his personality with Hawaiian shirts almost always being a token item that is thrown over some less than interesting t-shirts and jeans. He typically completes his look with a graphic tee and some boarding shoes and somehow manages to look like a poorly dressed scarecrow despite the efforts he puts in.
SOUND Nicknamed "Trashmouth," by his friends and fellow losers because he never stops talking and running his mouth is an artform of the highest caliber Richie can always be sure to have something facetious to say. His voice is a little pitchy, now in the throes of The Pubening but he speaks with an uncanny amount of confidence and clarity despite himself.
When angry, he uses his hands for emphasis and blurts rather than speaks to keep himself from backing down before he gets his point across. When sad, his words lack their usual finesse and bite but he sounds more or less than same - cadence unchanging and the rhythm still as balanced as always.
SCENT Like cigarette smoke paired with the soft earthy smell of old wood and dried dirt. He uses Zest bar soap and fresh scent men's Speedstick if it's really that big of a deal. Don't smell him, that's weird.
Richie Tozier (IT)
Richie Tozier
AGE/BIRTHDAY: Thirteen (March 7th, 1976)
HEIGHT: 5'8
WEIGHT: 100 lbs
GENDER: Male
MARITAL STATUS: Single, obviously
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Brown
ORIGIN: Derry, Maine
LANGUAGE: English (Some Spanish)
VISION
The quintessential teenage boy that went through too many growth spurts way too quickly. Richie is tall for his age but gangly with limbs that are too long to control and not enough experience with his stature to always operate it correctly, his gait is clumsy and inefficient at best but he somehow manages to twist it into something aloof rather than uncertain despite the evident awkwardness. His weight has yet to balance out over his body and so he's scrawny and lean, with little muscular definition and no real concept of his own strength. Despite how tall he is, Richie doesn't come off as formidable whatsoever and looks as though he might disappear if he stood behind a street lamp, the very definition of a bean pole.
Richie's brown hair is so dark it's almost black a muddy color with a length that is shaggy, growing out at weird angles from a home cut his mother gave him prior to the summer months. He's got light-brown hazel blue eyes to match that are shielded by thick-framed prescription glasses that magnify his eyes triple their size. Richie's heart-shaped face is complimented by a strong nose and thick but expressive lips. There is a dust of freckles over his nose that is barely visible thanks to his olive-toned complexion and the regular amount of sun he gets that makes him look soft and effeminate by contrast to his overall attitude.
Nicknamed "Bucky the Beaver," by some of the kids at school Richie is known for his buck teeth, his toothy grins, and loudmouth. His style is as loud as his personality with Hawaiian shirts almost always being a token item that is thrown over some less than interesting t-shirts and jeans. He typically completes his look with a graphic tee and some boarding shoes and somehow manages to look like a poorly dressed scarecrow despite the efforts he puts in.
SOUND
Nicknamed "Trashmouth," by his friends and fellow losers because he never stops talking and running his mouth is an artform of the highest caliber Richie can always be sure to have something facetious to say. His voice is a little pitchy, now in the throes of The Pubening but he speaks with an uncanny amount of confidence and clarity despite himself.
When angry, he uses his hands for emphasis and blurts rather than speaks to keep himself from backing down before he gets his point across. When sad, his words lack their usual finesse and bite but he sounds more or less than same - cadence unchanging and the rhythm still as balanced as always.
SCENT
Like cigarette smoke paired with the soft earthy smell of old wood and dried dirt. He uses Zest bar soap and fresh scent men's Speedstick if it's really that big of a deal. Don't smell him, that's weird.