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Born: November 08, 2016 Forum Topics Started: 3
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Jocelyn Fairchild 02/14/18
Derek Norse 02/08/18 Broski Sloth
The one you moved in on.
At the table.
Promise Lenore 02/07/18 *Stranger Danger*

Tucker Reid 02/05/18 text to: Tiber
Yes, but a detour isn't out of the question. Where are you hankering down? Have (rental) car, will travel.
Tucker Reid 02/05/18 text to: Tiber
Impromptu trip to New York in the very near future.
Going to be around?
Derek Norse 02/04/18 Broski Sloth
Exactly what are your intentions with my blond.
Weston Norse 02/03/18 íShine Bro
Promise Lenore 01/31/18 *Stranger Danger*

"Pass it b*tch!"

Derek Norse 01/31/18 Sloth
Fvck yes.
We should plant stuff in his car.
When we return it. If we do.
Derek Norse 01/31/18 Sloth
Do I look like a bum?
Heís in New Orleans.
Doing some cop ****.
We should steal his car.
Thatís a great idea.
Derek Norse 01/31/18 Sloth
Been thinking.
Roadtrip to Vegas.
Get trashed.
Do manly things.
Still dibs on the blond.
Derek Norse 01/30/18 Broski
Wanna get high?
Derek Norse 01/30/18 Broski
Bro code.
You suck at it.
Derek Norse 01/30/18 Broski
She's not going to like this.
Derek Norse 01/30/18 Broski
Whats her number. I'm texting her.
Derek Norse 01/30/18 Broski
I'm telling your wife.
Derek Norse 01/30/18 Broski
Derek Norse 01/30/18 Broski
But I love a challenge.
Derek Norse 01/30/18 Broski
I'm giving her a solid 7. But only because she seems like a prude.
Derek Norse 01/30/18 Broski
...So like, on a scale of 1-10.
Where does this one rank?
Derek Norse 01/30/18 Broski
Derek Norse 01/30/18 Broski
Stop undressing her with your eyeballs.
Derek Norse 01/30/18 Broski
Just when I thought you couldn't be a bigger loser.
Derek Norse 01/30/18 Broski
Don't embarrass yourself.
Derek Norse 01/30/18 Broski
Outta your league.
Derek Norse 01/30/18 Broski
You're like the jewel thief of ladies.
Derek Norse 01/30/18 Broski
Why you gotta play me dirty?
Derek Norse 01/30/18 Broski
I saw her first.
Derek Norse 01/30/18 Broski
Seriously. Stop.
Derek Norse 01/30/18 I see you, lady stealer.
Promise Lenore 01/29/18 -First came the uttering of her name and with that she stopped dead in her tracks and turned around. In her hands happened to be a cloth bag of groceries as she was just on the way to returning to her cabin. With one glance of her dark brown orbs she studied the man and with his next words her bows knitted a bit over the uniqueness of her name as if she questioned his statement mentally. Then came his introduction and with that she smiled over the fact that his name was just as rare.-

ďOh yeah thatís me. Itís a pleasure to meet you Tiber. Seems your name is just as special. Iím doing rather well just bringing some food to my cabin to get settled in. I just got done yesterday moving my belongings in.Ē
Weston Norse 01/28/18 Sloth
Smells? What smells?
How much for a bottle, tho.
Elis Griffyn 01/25/18 Iím just saying what she said. Go find Tiber and ask him about head. F*cking woman.
Elis Griffyn 01/22/18 My wife said something about you giving head?
Eva James 01/22/18 "Oh, Tiberius, come on now." she smirked, reaching into her pocket for a trinket, for some sort of peace offering. But all she could find was a packet of gum, with a single piece remaining, and she quickly popped it between her lips to chew. "Are my compliments hitting the wrong buttons?"
Eva James 01/21/18 "Oh!" Her eyes widen in recognition, her mouth forming a near-perfect circle of plump lips, edged with a knowing smile. "Tiberius I know. Tiberius I know very well indeed. Tiber makes you sound like a kitten. But Tiberius? Tiberius is far more...more..." those same lips tightened into a pout as she fought to find the right words. And failing, she simply smiled once more. "Tiberius would kick the sh*t out of Tiber any day. You really should thank your parents and embrace your birth name, kitten. Tiber's got nothing on Tiberius."
Eva James 01/21/18 "Tiber. Tibuuur...Tie-berrr." she works the word about on her tongue, rolling it from her lips with an awkward squint. "In all my years, I can't say I've ever met a Tiber before. Is it Scottish?"
Derek Norse 01/21/18 Sloth
Itís as if you donít know me.
I mean, you have seen me, right?
She wonít be able to resist.
It is on, Sloth. Start brewing that moonshine.
Derek Norse 01/21/18 Sloth
Iíve got a better chance than your busted ass.
Derek Norse 01/21/18 Sloth
Fck you. The blond at the bar.
You ran, your loss.
Heís a fcking detective, idiot.
Derek Norse 01/20/18 Sloth
Brother wants moonshine.
Tell him to fck off.
Also tell him she's out of his league.
And that he needs to trim his nose hair.
Weston Norse 01/20/18 Sloth
Ugh. Effort.
I take it back, can I just pay you?
Or, I mean. I accept bribes, should the need arise.
In the form of 'shine.
Weston Norse 01/20/18 Sloth
Hey. This is the other Norse brother.
I hear you make moonshine.
Hook me up, and I won't rat you out.
Also, I'm a cop. 👮
Solomon King 01/20/18 Tibey Wibey
What? Dude. I love you long time.
Derek Norse 01/20/18
Derek Norse 01/20/18
Derek Norse 01/20/18
That Girl 01/19/18 If I object are you going to send me a head? xoxo
Valentin Metzger 01/18/18 He tries to hide the smile that spreads quickly across his face. Very hard. Alas, he just cannot. Grinning widely at the man, Valentin pats him on the shoulder before continuing on. "I will return it to you in one week. Perhaps sooner." Blame Adara. She is the one that told Valentin about the tricycle.. and how dear it was to Tiber. It may or may not be his, but the Butcher is insinuating it is.
Valentin Metzger 01/18/18 "Ja?" He stops to accommodate the man's question regarding the small tricycle he carries. "I found it in the garage.." A thick finger points in the direction of the Doe's garage. "It was hidden beneath a swath of canvas. I figure I can appease a friend for sometime with it then clean it up, paint it pink and give it to my small niece."
Valentin Metzger 01/18/18 Valentin isn't one to emancipate a person's property but an unbirthday gift was promised his Liebste and an unbirthday gift she would get. The giant moves past the male, whistling a slow tune, tricycle slung over his back. It seemed like a good gift for the young woman.. who might be a bit reckless behind the wheel. "Guten Abend," he acknowledges the man's presence as he passes by.
Katherine Murray 01/18/18 Ringmaster

What is this?
What was black?
What was this long?
Are you drunk?
Derek Norse 01/18/18
Derek Norse 01/18/18
Derek Norse 01/18/18 "Your... your tricycle?" Derek clears his throat, leaning back to cup his mouth with his hands as he calls out. "HEEEEEEEY YOU GUUUUUUYS! Don't touch his tricycle!"
Derek Norse 01/18/18 Damn. Sloth is here.
Adara Doe 01/18/18 Mass Text: My Livi, The Butcher, The Pretty One, Mrs. Pretty, Irish, The King

Weíre home.

And just in case they didnít know who exactly was home Addie sent an attachment; after all, it had been far too long and numbers do change. Like Adaraís number. Constantly. Paranoid much?

Soul Darklander 01/18/18 The woman spotted the beard. Stopping in front of him she tilts head left then right giving a sqint she pulls out a brush from her back pocket and begins to groom it. Memorized by his beard she kept brushing not caring if he think her out of her mind or completely mad. Soul shake's her head as she keep brushing. "Silly me name is Soul." Not expecting a response back she gives the beard another look and squeals."Perfect!"
Derek Norse 01/17/18 This guy must be stoned out of his mind. Or drunk. Or on bath salts. Probably the latter, because that is a face only a mother could love. Damn. How does someone contort like that? It's like a scary Halloween mask, or that look you get when you watch this girl you were totally trying to get start making out with another dude.

Derek's smile game is on, right along with those glassy eyes and insatiable munchies.

Still. Derek is a b-stard, and that is his brother's badge... never mind that he stole it. Stepping up, that smile stays in place as he meets his gaze with a cool ease. "Lucky for you, I'm on foot. So I can parade you alllll around."

And then, and please trust this went far better in his head, he holds up a pair of plastic handcuffs purchased from the toy section of the Dollar General.
Derek Norse 01/17/18 Well, f-ck. This jerk. Still, the stoned man's chest heaves as he takes in an indignant breath and Derek proudly recites the following. "W-E-S-T-O-N 9-1-1."

He should really work on the details. Why are men so much smarter than women?

"And if you don't give that back, I'm gonna have to take you in, son. Think about your future." God damn, Wes would be so proud right now.
Derek Norse 01/17/18 "HEY!" The man, a stranger, calls out with a booming voice. Seems friendly enough. "Listen. I got this badge, and I'm gonna go do some pat downs, but in order to be faaaaiiiiir, it can't just be ladies. So. By the power invested in me," Derek proudly holds up a Detective's badge with the name Weston Norse emblazoned upon it, "I declare you a drug dealer. Assume the position."
Jocelyn Fairchild 01/17/18 Jocelyn studied the man who didn't want to shake her hand, clearly absorbing his words and actions, or lack, thereof. Why were some humans so grumpy? What had she done? Was this to become commonplace?

"How is one to make new friends unless one seeks to?" A valid question, and rhetorical, since she figured he wouldn't answer the question to begin with. Her turn to shrug.

"If you change your mind, I hope we meet again. If not," she shrugged and then smiled, "I hope whatever is making you grumpy stops. Have a Blessed day."
Jocelyn Fairchild 01/17/18 Jocelyn's face fell and she sighed heavily, disappointed. "That's a shame. I bet you take very good pictures.

She looked at her hand, then his, and back at hers. Figuring he had no intention of returning the greeting, her hand dropped back to her side. "I thought shaking hands is what you did when meeting someone. Maybe I was wrong..."
Blue eyes narrowed. "Are you one of the grumpy ones?"
Jocelyn Fairchild 01/17/18 Recognizing the face, hair in particular, from earlier, Jocelyn trotted up to the man, wearing a bright smile. As always.

"Hi! Hello, my name is Jocelyn." She thrust a hand out to shake in greeting.

"Weren't you in the cell next to me a little while ago? Awful place to be... Um, I was wondering if you'd like to be friends so I can take your picture? Sorin said I need to befriend a person before I can take a picture of them, and I really like taking pictures."
John Doe 01/17/18 ďItís just a side effect of the novacain from your root canal, you are hallucinating my being here. Go back to sleep now, the nurse will be back in shortly.Ē
Livia Vlcek 01/16/18 *a smile reaches her eyes* My pleasure.
*waves at his retreating form, is slightly terrified she might receive a beating heart*
*could just add it to her heart in a box collection*
*thinks maybe she should have asked for another body part*
*shrugs and goes back was she doing before he interrupted?*
Livia Vlcek 01/16/18 *cants head* Have you gone mad?
*sly grin* Why yes, it is my unbirthday...
*pointed gaze* What are you getting me for my unbirthday?
*presses lips together tightly then smiles* I prefer hearts still beating...when they're ripped from someone's chest. I detest raspberries.
Livia Vlcek 01/16/18 *looks up from her lime* Whaaa...
*terribly confused, wonders what either of the two have to do with the another* Are the raspberry cookies macarons or, like, those cookies with the jelly in the center?
*hates raspberries really*
Katherine Murray 01/16/18 Ringmaster-Who apparently smells better than a dog

I am not sniffing you, Tiber.
I do a lot of things.
That will not be one of them.
I may sniff Solomon.
Quinn says I have to marry him now.
Is that because I put flowers in his beard?
Why is Quinn married to a knob?
Is that like the door variety?
I doona think she would marry a doorknob.
He had a father.
Jim Jones.
At least, I think that is what she meant.
It could be some other person's father.
What do you think?
I did not know you had a dog?
Is it a nice dog?
Katherine Murray 01/16/18 Ringmaster

She said she knows you.
Granted, it could be a burly man named Bob.
It is all text.
But she said Tiberius is good.
Tiber is bad.
Switch that.
Are there two of you?
I once set things on fire.
A house.
Well, two houses.
Techinically, I set one on fire twice.
That damn place just will not burn.
I leave animals there now.
Lost ones.
The sun would set me on fire.
I think I should just not play with fire.
Katherine Murray 01/16/18 Ringmaster

Currently still hiding in the woods upstate.
Have not found a lumberjack.
Found a good whiskey.
and a love guru.
Or she found me.
Wrong number.
She says Solomon is a virgin.
Do you think so too?
Did you know he lumbers Jack?
I doona know who Jack is.
But you know QUINN!
Quinn Abernathy 01/12/18 Quinn had been in a state. For the past few months, her mind has deteriorated into something darker. There is no considering the state of herself. To the outside world, she is the essence of perfect. To those who know her, who know where to look, it is evident that she is slipping. She needs to get out.

Stop. Please. Tiber had driven herself and Gideon back to this place, and he is what keeps them here. He'd been the catalyst, and it did not take long for the girl to figure out why. I can't stop him, Quinn, he'd told her. To that, she spoke her truth, I can.

And now, sat at the kitchen table in a house that is not her own, suffocated and bled dry of most hope, she finds herself staring at those very same messages that she just could not bring herself to delete. Gideon would come close to murder if he knew, and she understands that, but...

She has done unspeakable things, and it weighs heavy upon those slim shoulders. Quinn can't atone for all her sins, but there are some she could try to begin to mend.

I'm sorry.
Katherine Murray 01/12/18
Katherine Murray 01/12/18 *blinks* Picture or did not happen, that is how that adage goes, yes? But the bigger question would have to be is; what about other circus act costumes? Do you perhaps have one of those leotards for tightrope walking? Or maybe a lion tamer with a whip? Whips are good for tortu... *blinks more* I think I would like to see this costume. Yes, definitely.
Katherine Murray 01/12/18 The only thing that beard needs is a ringmaster's costume... get on that. *hums pop goes the weasel*
Livia Vlcek 01/11/18 *throws a monkey that's attached to her face onto the male*
*cue Patrick Swayze*
*runs like the wind*
Katherine Murray 01/11/18 Um. Well. See... whathadhappenedwas...*blinks at* Mexico. Tequila. Scientific research. Bad vampiric monkies. Jealous chinchilla. Jail breaks. And now Livi has amnesia and thought my name was Chinkilla. Maybe. We are not quite sure.

Merde, what was the question again?
Monkies. Evil. Are they?

Yes, evil. They are. Were. Pretty sure we got them all. *blinks more*
Katherine Murray 01/10/18 *shifty eyes* At least you are safe from the evil monkies; they are not keen on the limes.

Dovima Bastet 01/08/18 *clasps the hand and gives it a friendly shake*
*hooks her thumbs in her jeans pockets*
"A little, but no harm done. Vee is easier to wrap your mouth around. I answer to both, so whichever you'd like to use."
Dovima Bastet 01/08/18 "Eloquent. Damn shame it isn't an ideal world. Then again, maybe not. It would get very boring, very fast."
"Nice to meet you, Tiber. Thanks for the lifts. I'm Dovima. Call me Vee."
*holds a hand out to shake*
Dovima Bastet 01/08/18 "Don't blame you. Doesn't seem like you mind, though. I keep getting stuck in here and you keep coming back. Might I know the name of my rescuer?"
*offers another grin*
Dovima Bastet 01/08/18 "I promise I wasn't holding onto the edge of the wood."
*grins widely*
Dovima Bastet 01/08/18 *waves from the next cell over*
"Enjoying being my partner in this dungeon dance?"
Quinn Abernathy 09/10/17 Her phone chimes, and Quinn lifts it up without hestiation. Fingers tapping at the screen, she opens the message and stares. Tiber. She hadn't expected an answer. His words, despite everything, chip away at her heart. There is a real understanding of what he means, and the warning his words carry.

He would never be able to hold back.

She thinks back to that fateful day, locked in a room with the beast. So sure she had been that it would be the bitter end, but it hadn't. Quinn had been recognized in more ways than one, and she can only hope that she has some sort of significance.

Of all the people she hates, Tiber Loche isn't one of them. Quinn can't hate someone she has loved.

I can.

Her hopes are not high.
Quinn Abernathy 09/10/17 Quinn had seen the note, and she thought long and hard over it. He's sorry. Don't forget him. How could she ever forget? There was such a hold over her, and at the same time, none at all. But this....

Stop. Please.
Gideon Abernathy 09/08/17 They returned to the house covered in blood, Gideon, thankfully, more so than Quinn. No words were spoken, as there is really nothing to say. She immediately enters the bathroom and turns on the shower, no doubt intending to wash off the grimey feeling that had nothing to do with the human lifesource.

There are no words he can use to comfort her; as such, he will give her space. There's a lot that comes with loving Gideon Abernathy, a cult being one of them.

He opts for a wh0rebath in the kitchen sink, only after stripping himself of the soiled clothing. Once he is as clean as he's going to get, he heads into the bedroom and redresses. The shower is still going, and he has a feeling it will remain that way for a while.

As he turns the sheets down, the fluttering of a piece of paper catches his eye. It falls off Quinn's side of the bed and onto the floor, and Gideon is instantly on edge. There was only one person who hadn't attended the ritual - his father. But this didn't fit his motive.

He sits on the edge of the bed and picks up the piece of paper. Unfolding it with slightly unsteady fingers, the words ***** themselves into his mind. The paper crumples in his grip as the only possibility steps forth in his psyche.

Tiber Loche.
Quinn Abernathy 07/31/17 His stare is like fire, and she is sure that she is standing in the middle of a burning room. Quinn keeps herself from flinching at the sound of her voice. He had refused to speak it before, testing her again and again, not believing that it had been her. Once upon a time, the sound of his voice had been music to her ears. That was then.

Her brow cinches together, and she forces herself to let her arms fall to her sides. Still, she fidgets, fighting the urge to flee to a safer place. Her mind is screaming to run, and her heart is aching for relief from this interaction. "You betrayed me..."

Her voice holds no conviction, nor anger. It is a simple statement made with a simple tone, confused and hurt. He had tried to cut out her heart. Refusing her own weakness, her gaze flickers up to his face for just a second before it moves away again. She'd looked at him, just as he asked.

"How did you find me?"
Gideon Abernathy 07/31/17 The clap on the back is undeniably startling, and his unmet hand drops back to his side. Gideon isn't an overly friendly person, though it is something he consciously works on. As such, though the returned grin is forced, that makes it no less genuine.

"It's nothing. I'm not sure how appropriate of a gift it is, but it was important enough for Ella to mention specifically, so I figured what the hell, you know?" He isn't lying, he deliberated long and hard about the implications of such a gift, and he came to no conclusions, so here he was.

To his musing, he nods and points in the direction of the back door. "Yeah, actually, in the garden. Here, let me show you..."
Quinn Abernathy 07/31/17 Quinn is uncomfortable, that much is obvious. The girl steps up, nervous and twisting her hands together behind her back. This was never supposed to happen. Tiber was not supposed to find her. But she has a duty, and must act on it. It is her job as the Lufcuh. Chocolate hues refusing to look the man in the eye, she speaks with a small, trembling voice. "Hi, Tiber."
Danielle Corvinus 07/29/17 "Welcome to the crew. My names Dani. If you should need anything please let me know." *she smiles at him*
Gideon Abernathy 07/29/17 Ella had told him the man liked meat, so he came prepared. As he approached with the package covered in that tell-tale brown paper, it was clear he was uncomfortably uncertain. But who was he to deny him the simple pleasures.

Rather unceremoniously, he held out the welcome gift and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Uh, I brought you a slab of the finest, at least according to the butcher. Unless that's not what you meant by 'meat lover,' in which case, I can't really be of any help. I do hear they made a new app, though. Gr-grinder? Or something?" He's rambling, and he has to shake his head to snap himself out of it. Offering a smirk and a hand to shake, he presses on. "I'm Gideon, by the way, resident gardener and scarecrow connoisseur. I hope you enjoy yourself here."
Ella Donovan 07/28/17
Ella Donovan 07/26/17
Noura Orlav 07/25/17 One look at the man, and Noura's expression sours. It had been particularly pleasant beforehand, but that is beside the point. "I will f-cking cut your fingers off."

Tiberius just failed at stealing money from you!
Quinn Abernathy 02/04/17 Tiber
They're home!
Quinn Abernathy 11/28/16 Who hates me!? Why!? What did I do?
*Pouts* I swear, I didn't do it.
Quinn Abernathy 11/27/16 *Taps shoulder*
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