|~| Adbrei |~|
Name: Adbrei Akaiti Kennaway.
Gender: Trans Man. FTM.
Sexual orientation: Gray-Asexual.
Romantic orientation: Homoromantic.
Age: 14 ½.
Height: 5’.
Weight in pounds: 88.
Description:
Adbrei resides at a shorter height of 5’ 0”, though he almost looks 4’ 9” because of how hunched his back always is. His skin tone is ivory with yellowish undertones, which adds to his overall sicker look. He has absolutely no freckles on his body, making him seem somewhat like a vampire in that respect.
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Adbrei has a diamond face shape, meaning he has a smaller forehead and a smaller chin, and the middle of his face is wider, the whole thing on the smaller side. His cheeks are rather sunken, and he gives no reason as to why, as if he just doesn’t even notice the fact. Now for the nose, something that he really hates, he has a hawk shaped nose, meaning it starts off the same way a ‘normal’ nose would, and then goes off the deep end at a slight angle, the tip of it a bit lower than the nasals. His lips are downturned thin in shape, making frowns or thin, straight, pressed lines as his most often seen expression.
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His eyebrows are rather thin, though with the slightest of arch’s. Finally his eyes, which he hates with a burning passion, are a deepset hooded in shape, with heavy bags underneath them. He has to squint them to be able to see anything, either that or wear his glasses… Which he practically refuses to do. As for the color of his eyes, he has heterochromia, with his right eye being a deep navy blue and his left being an amber-brown that seems orange in certain lighting. His face is framed by black hair that is most often found messy and in his face. The back is rougher than the front by a long shot, and the tips of all of it go just below the ears in length, the back going down to the nape of his neck.
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His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, a short torso matched with slightly longer legs, everything about him screams bony and small, as his middle name’s meaning would suggest. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this man only weighs in at around 88 lbs, his BMI at 17.18 and being underweight by 7 pounds. He doesn’t even seem to notice the fact that he’s underweight, never giving an excuse. He also sports himself quite a few scars too, mostly at his forearms, with one long one on either forearm. Some are newer than others.
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As for clothing, he usually just wears a simple black hoodie, a random long-sleeve shirt he grabbed whenever, a random pair of jeans, some mismatched socks, and a pair of worn black tennis shoes. He doesn’t put much effort into it, obviously. Though he absolutely cares how people perceive, he tries to pretend he doesn’t. He also has a pair of glasses that he’s supposed to wear, but never does.
Personality:
Adbrei is not the type of person someone would see as a people person. Stuttering with practically any sentence unless he starts ranting, he can’t tell any social cues apart. He also ends up fidgeting under any type of stare, refusing to make any eye contact. He also gets very jumpy whenever near people, new or not.
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Adbrei has quite the anger issues too, if he gets angry… Broken arms are in the near future(his own or someone else’s). Either that, or a panic attack. Oh, but definitely an onslaught of verbal bullets. He does not mess around with those.
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Left alone, he becomes very panicky and very self-destructive. Left with people(new or just people he doesn’t trust), he gets very panicky and very other-people-destructive. Put simply, he gets panicky and destructive no matter where he is or who he’s with.
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He’s stubborn, not giving up whenever he sets his mind to something. He’s also very family/friend oriented, even if relationships are strained.
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Despite everything, his self-esteem could be far worse than it is. He knows what he can do, and with those things, his pride is rather high. He also knows his limits though, his drawbacks that make some things harder for him and others. His self-esteem is most affected there, making him less likely to accept change unless it hits him in the face.
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Adbrei has a lot of trouble making friends; he never knows what to say, how to act, and his social anxiety does not help. Meaning, he’s adopted the lone wolf style even though he absolutely hates it.
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Adbrei has trouble speaking up when something is bothering him, more likely to stay quiet and let it happen than to try and stop it. He’s a coward, and an easy target for bullying. While he could fight back, his biggest reactions of freeze or panic don’t exactly help with that idea. Especially if cornered.
Disorders:
Mental; Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Haphephobia, Social Anxiety, Depression, & Developing Anorexia Nervosa.
Physical; Half Blind Right Eye and Near-sighted.
Likes: Stargazing, Space, Reading, Sewing, Winter, Open Spaces.
Dislikes: People, Bright Lights, Neon Colors, Loud Noises, Small Rooms, Crowds.
Other: Hera. His voice is closer to the higher side of the spectrum, though he tries to make it lower most of the time. It doesn’t sound gravelly, screechy, or smooth. It sort of sounds like a hiss, actually. Breathy and defensive most of the time.
|~| Garvin |~|
Name: Garvin.
Gender: Male.
Sexual orientation: Demisexual.
Romantic orientation: Biromantic. (Heavy Male Lean.)
Mono/Poly/Ambi/None: Ambiamorous.
Age: 15.
Height: 6’ 2”.
Weight in pounds: 110.
Description:
Garvin stands tall at a haunting 6’ 2”, usually hunched to a 6’ 0”. His skin tone is a pale bisque with cool undertones, only adding to how pale he is. He has freckles everywhere on his body, something he hates because it totally ruins his vampire aesthetic.
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Garvin has a rather oval face shape, meaning he has a smaller forehead and a smaller chin, but the middle of his face is wider, the whole thing on the longer side. His cheeks are rather gaunt and sunken in despite it. Now for the nose, something that Garvin rather likes, he has a hawk shaped nose, meaning it starts off the same way a ‘normal’ nose would, and then goes off the deep end at a slight angle, the tip of it a bit lower than the nasals. His lips are thin in shape, making smirks his most often seen expression.
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His eyebrows are rather thin. Despite them being thin and rather straight, they have a slight bush to them towards the end which gives them the illusion of an arrow pointing upwards. Finally, his eyes with deep, heavy eye bags underneath them and usually bloodshot,- and whether that be from lack of sleep or his many unhealthy habits, is unclear- are a deepset hooded shape and dark gray in color, which he is glad for. Because if he had green eyes with his freckles and red hair, he’d certainly huff and puff unhappily. His face is framed by unruly and wavy, almost to the point of curly, red hair. Firey in color, though more on the gray side of the red hair spectrum, that is most oftenly messy and in his face, the tips of all of it going just below the ears in length, the back going down to the nape of his neck.
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His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, a long torso matched with long legs, everything about him screams lanky. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this man only weighs in at around 110 lbs, his BMI at 14.12 and being underweight by 30 pounds; looking like skin and bones.
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As for scars, he possesses many. From scars on his back and shoulders that look like they’re from whipping, to burn scars on his legs, to cuts on his arms, to a singular one that looks like a slash across his neck. He’s covered in scars. In fact, the only places that don’t seem to be covered in scars are his head and hands. And even his left hand has a small scar of a cut across his palm, and his head has a few hidden within his hair. He also has a few cigarette burn scars on his arms.
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He usually wears ripped, baggy black jeans that have quite a few patches, a white tank top, a red and black flannel shirt(a bit torn up, a few of the tears having patches though not all), a gray trench coat, fingerless gloves made of/with bandages that go up to his elbow, worn black boots, multiple ear piercings(3 left lobe piercings, 2 right lobe piercings, 1 left helix piercing, 1 right industrial piercing, 1 left and 1 right tragus piercings), a nose piercing(nasallang piercing), and several rings on his fingers. He also has a few tattoos of vines that go along across his knuckles. He also carries a flask in an inner pocket of his coat.
Personality:
To say that Garvin is a generous and modest person would be like trying to say that a sydney funnel-web spider is a harmless spider. Because in all actuality, Garvin is arrogant and prideful, not to mention extremely greedy and selfish. Though this may come from the fact that he grew up on the streets, so to be fair, most of his boasts are well deserved. Regardless, he still has a huge ego that can and will intimidate opponents. Not to mention his sharp tongue that’ll spit insults like there’s no tomorrow.
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Despite his arrogance and sharp tongue, even despite his greed, when faced with kindness, this man immediately becomes awkward and confused. Stammering and eyes darting with suspicion as though he genuinely believes that no one could possibly be kind without any ulterior motives. He also is quite reckless, often getting into trouble with either authority or fellow people. Many times because of underage drinking or possession of illegal substances. Other times because of his own lies collapsing on himself.
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If you manage to become his friend, well, first off, good job. And second, you will find quickly that he’d much rather him die than them, though this may also be because of his nihilistic nature. Nevertheless, he’s still a great friend. Someone’s being mean to you? He’ll probably have a few words for them. Would he actually fight someone though... Not unless the other started it or if he was just that mad, he prefers to keep violence as a last resort. Though he’ll gladly carve into the school walls for his friends, quite literally.
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Food and money is the way to the guy’s heart, apparently. Though he’s a hopeless romantic in all actuality, just the thought of someone that doesn’t care how he is, just the thought of being able to be himself is something he dwells on for long periods of time. And this is probably due to how fake he acts, always loud and arrogant, always showing off and getting into trouble... But never actually being him. The insecure and nihilistic boy that doesn’t understand why no one ever wanted him. This thought process is usually intensified whenever he’s drinking, smoking, or something else of that nature.
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Despite his obvious ego and nihilistic views, he absolutely fears being forgotten by the people he cares about. Not only does he fear it though, he expects it to happen. If he were to talk to someone about it, he’d talk about it as if he’s accepted the fact. But he’s terrified of it nonetheless, he doesn’t want it to happen, he just knows it most likely will.
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This is a man that is very hard to catch when he’s sober or without anything else. But if you manage to, you’ll find someone that, for the most part, simply sits and stares at the sky with a solemn look on his face. He’s very realistic when he’s not getting high, drunk, or jaded. Though he is a bit more openly self-deprecating. Either way, sober or not, he’s also someone that tries to trick himself into believing that he’s fine. He’s someone that tries to be an optimist in front of others but always ends up being a pessimist literally anywhere else.
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One thing that never changes though are his laughs. His self-deprecating one is more of a chuckling huff, giving the feeling of someone who either thinks someone is lying or knows that his addictions aren’t good. He’s got one that only ever comes out when he’s sober too, a half snicker half chuckle in a breathy sigh, one that gives off the aura of someone who’s thinking of a funny joke to themself. When he isn’t sober, his laughs are much more dopey, more like a bark of what used to be a laugh. It gives off the impression of someone that’s either upset or someone that used to think something was funny but doesn’t anymore. The laugh he uses for when people tell a joke is a stifling one, like he’s trying to hold it back because he isn’t sure if it was actually a joke or not.
Disorders:
Mental; Depression, Insomnia, Hypersomnolence, C-PTSD, Kleptomania, Substance Induced Depression, and Bulimia Nervosa.
Physical; Nothing more than a persistent cough that he’s grown to ignore. It’s probably because of his smoking habits though.
Addictions; Smoking, Vaping, Drinking, and a few harder things.
Likes: Sleeping/Napping, Betting/Gambling, Winning, Stealing, Talking, Music, Money, and Food.
Dislikes: Large Crowds, Rules, Authority, Being Ignored, Small/Enclosed Spaces, Being Completely Alone, Going Hungry, and Losing.
Other: Hera. He’s been in and out of the foster care system for years. Most of the time because he runs away and then after a few years on the streets, the officers finally catch him and put him right back into it.
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His voice is on the higher but deeper end of the spectrum. It’s gravelly and smooth. It used to be higher pitched and smooth, but given everything, it’s become deeper and gravelly; scratchy. It’s still higher pitched, just more rough sounding. Screechy wouldn’t be a good way to describe it, but if it was the only way to describe how raw his voice is, then it would have to work. His voice sounds very raw, as if he talks with a hoarse, raw, and raspy throat. He does though, so it makes sense.
Summer Month: 2 
Day Weather: 
Earthquake
