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Trials of the Eight / Sign-up / Literate / CLOSEDJune 29, 2021 07:51 AM

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(sorry if this took so long but I kind of rushed it a bit too so... sorry!!)

Name: Ben Ford

Nickname(s): Benny, Benja Boy, and Diablo (only by close friends)

Age: 16

Gender: TransMale (he/him)

Sexuality: Questioning (He’ll identify as Pansexual later on)

Poly/Mono/Both: Both

Blood Type: A+

Nationality: Caucasian 50% + Spanish 50%

Power: Light

Appearance: Ben, although inheriting an English name like his father, definitely has more of the features of his mother. With coppery skin and black freckles that litter his body, Ben is only an inch taller than his mother but at least three inches shorter than his older sister at five foot six. Ben has annoyingly slightly bulky hips but wide shoulders with a decent amount of muscles but nowhere near Andre the Giant strong. Ben does have a few faint scars on his knees and forearms as well as small cuts and bruises all over him.

Ben has more of a round, child-like face with a cheesy grin that is usually present on his face. Wide hazel eyes are the highlight of his black freckled face as his lopsided smirk shows his uneven dimples. Freckles are all over his face from his nose that usually has a bandage over the bridge of it, his rosy cheeks, and his neck and back of shoulders. Although, the freckles on his neck are mostly hidden by his curly nutmeg-colored hair that is shaved at the sides to make Ben look ‘more bitchin’.

Ben has a more comfy yet cool style of clothing with a black earring and jean vests. He might wear hoodies and camo pants or baggy khakis, but he always wears sneakers that are usually untied and tap quietly against the floor or street while he walks. Ben, who has gotten half of the surgery that he feels ‘obligated’ to get, still is forced to wear ACE bandages since he doesn’t know where to buy a binder and still has to save up for top surgery. Ben carries his bag with him wherever he goes anywhere. The droll green bag is covered in stitched on patches and stickers of ufos, movie references, or skateboarding people. In his bag, he carries a few books and his sketchbook, which is just your standard black book with lined paper. The one thing that he can’t fit in his bag- that he wishes he could instead of having to carry it around all the time- is his skateboard that took him years to master that had some stickers he had collected over the years on the underside of it.

Personality: Ben is a bit all over the place. With his energetic attitude of a child and a constantly active mind, Ben is never at rest. It’s the most noticeable thing about him, because he just can’t sit still in class or in general. He has to have a pen in his hands that he can bang against the desk, untied laces of his shoes that pitter against the floor when he taps his foot impatiently, or on the edge of his seat, excited to bounce out of it the moment he was allowed to. Unless he is occupied by a pen and paper to sketch his ideas for street art, Ben would most likely be found getting himself into trouble rather than sit still. Even despite his bubbly personality and optimistic attitude, he generally thinks more logically especially in tough situations.

Ben is very much an awkward version of an extrovert, constantly trying to meet new people and talk to everyone. He forms strong bonds with people quickly such as to some of the homeless people he gives spare cash to, the guy who owns the best sandwich shop in town, and to even stray animals he finds on occasions. Although, he doesn’t always get along with most kids his age for some stupid reason. For that reason, he is always trying to fit in and hang out with as many people in his school as he can but only ends up with a few close friends in the end and a few okay acquaintances.

Despite all of this, Ben is pretty chill and as long as he has something to fidget with or interesting to watch, he can be incredibly lazy. He’s not one to get his work done immediately, but he usually gets it done in time. The only work he’ll actually do without hesitation is math. He is a total math quiz and usually gets an A in it despite being mostly Bs or Cs in other subjects, especially English. It does frustrate him though that so many people easily get As in every class while he struggles with Bs. It’s a tough subject for him.

On that note, the carefree, pop-culture loving skateboarder is hard to anger or upset. He doesn’t really care about what people say about him. Sure, he’d probably say something rude back and swear once or twice at said person, but he doesn’t let them bother him outside of that. Unless someone says something about his family. The moment someone even thinks about trash talking the people he cares about, he won’t hesitate to beat them up, especially if it’s about his mom or older sister. He’s gotten a few bloody noses and black eyes from fights like those.

Likes: Summer days, rainy days too, getting to do graffiti, skateboarding with friends, ‘bitching’ tattoos, 80s slang, 80s movies, 80s anything really, his mom’s cooking, being in sports, and hanging around other people.

Dislikes: Being alone, cold or foggy weather, annoying teachers, snitches, people mixing up things from the 80s and 70s, people commenting on his health, alcohol (very little though), being forced to read out loud, and not being able to ‘geek out’ with someone.

Strengths: Drawing

Ben loves art more than himself sometimes. Ben is known for staying up past three o’clock to draw, forgetting to eat while he doodled, and sitting out in the freezing rain to sketch. But because of his dedication, he is a good artist and is good at identifying famous paintings because of doing art history for extra credit in school. Although he keeps his art under wraps even from his own family.

Guns

At a young age, he kept stealing his dad’s gun to go shoot beer bottles at the local junkyard. Because of all his practice, he has a decent aim. Not a great one, but one good enough to shoot someone if need be. Not that Ben ever has shot someone before or anything close to that.

Skateboarding

At age seven, Ben got his first and only skateboard for his birthday. He called it Bessy and the two were inseparable. Whenever it was a hot Sunday where the sun beat down on the pavement, Ben could be seen practicing kick flips and gliding down hills.

Stamina

Being on the track team and soccer for almost three years and inheriting his strong legs from his dad, Ben is a pretty good runner and even better with stamina. Sure, he is no Usian Bolt, but he was decently fast too and with his determination, his stamina is compared to no one.

Weaknesses: Fist Fights

Although known for getting into fights over his family and other things, Ben is not the best at throwing a punch. He often loses and gets pretty beaten up afterwards. One time, he came home with broken ribs and sores all over his stomach and back from being kicked repeatedly after he got knocked over.

English

Ben speaks English just fine, but all the rules and stuff behind it just doesn’t make sense to him. From all the rules that are repeatedly broken to the ones that don’t even make sense, Ben just can’t understand half of it. That’s why he has a C in that class and would rather shout at someone in Spanish.

Lying

Ben has what’s known as ‘The Worst Poker Face in the World.’ Ben can’t lie. Sure, he can tell the truth while leaving some of the facts out, but lying? God, he stutters like an idiot and can’t look not guilty no matter how hard he tries. Even when he didn’t do the thing someone is accusing him of, he still manages to look guilty no matter what.

Eating

Ben has a bit of an eating problem. Of course Ben loves food, but half the time, it just feels so unappealing to him. Because of this, he often feels the need to puke after every large meal and often tries to give his food away if he can. Don’t force him to eat either because that often ends poorly.

Hates: His dad, being told to eat by someone he isn’t close with, people being snoopy into his things, people insulting his English, people insulting anyone he cares about, self-centered douche bags, and country songs.

Fears: Tight spaces and people finding out he is trans. Both are scary- terrifying to him- and would be absolutely mortifying to be shoved in a tight closet space or to have someone confront him about his ACE bandages.

More Emotional/Logical: While at first he might seem more emotional in his actions, in his decisions he is absolutely logical. He wouldn’t do something stupid if he knows something bad will happen because of it. Unless he is triple-dog dared to. He likes to have a plan so he will always ask if there is a plan before he does anything. He likes to keep a schedule in his head and is always thrown for a loop when someone messes up said schedule. Even after this, Ben is quick to get back on his feet with a new, more improvised, plan.

Allergies: None.

Mental/Physical Disabilities: Bipolar disorder and Bulimia.

Addictions: None.

Both/Right/Left-Handed: Left-Handed

Background: All you need to know is that he moved around a lot and his mom finally kicked his jackass of a dad out of the house a year and a half ago.

What They're Bringing With Them: As stated before, he brings his bag with him everywhere he goes. No. Matter. What. He could be going to the beach? Bringing that ufo sticker covered bag. Going to court? You bet he’s bringing his backpack with patches sewn in. Mars? You know what he’s bringing. That bag contains his valuables such as his sketchbook or his ‘research book’ as he says to everyone else. The bag also contains thumb tacks, a small, metal flask with patterns engraved on the sides, printed out pictures that are mostly of his friends and that look almost too stunning to be real, a knife that looks futuristic and high tech even though he bought it off of Etsy, his pills for his Bipolar I Disorder and transition pills, and a small kit of plain band aids for when- not if, but when- Ben gets himself hurt. He also carries around his skateboard that he seems to never let go and that has a small sticker that he designed on the back that in big graffiti-like letters spells ‘DIABLO.’

Themesong(s): Livin’ La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin, I’m Yours by Jason Mraz, Tommy’s Party by Peach Pit, Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex, How to Save a Life by the Fray, Vincent by Don McLean, and Here Comes the Sun by the Beetles.

Additional Information: He is bilingual, but a lot of the time he talks in Spanish, especially when things get intense in a conversation.

Other: Be More Chill and Epic (work in progress so far.)


Edited at June 29, 2021 07:52 AM by Determined_Wolf
Trials of the Eight / Sign-up / Literate / CLOSEDJune 29, 2021 08:15 AM

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Trials of the Eight / Sign-up / Literate / CLOSEDJune 29, 2021 08:45 AM

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Trials of the Eight / Sign-up / Literate / CLOSEDJune 29, 2021 10:02 AM

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Ready, Aim, Fire! I thought to myself as I pulled back my bowstring as far as I could. I was standing in a tree on a hunting mission for my dwarvish parents. Yes yes, I know what your thinking. What? And Elf with dwarvish parents? Well yes. That would be correct to think that way because of the long standing rivalry in Unitum between Elves and Dwarves. Okay. It's not just in Unitum. The rivalry exists over the entire world of Viribus. My adopted parents where dwarves nevertheless. But your probably also wondering why they adopted me? And what is Unitum? What is Viribus? Well Illium and Lillebellum (good friends of my parents despite the historical rivalry) adopted me after my biological parents died defending this very forest from the dark wizard Isisndril. Isisndril had wanted something, but I don't know exactly what. My parents death also resulted in me receiving my bow and arrows. As well as two daggers and two scimitars which all belonged to my parents. I was wearing them right now along with my water flask that was given to me by my dwarvish parents. If I ever went outside my little cabin I would wear these. And like I promised, I will explain what Unitum and Viribus are as well; Unitum is the country I live in. It's the largest of the fourteen countries in Viribus. The world which I live. Viribus was created by a deity we call the "Master" who also created two stones that hold the world together. They can change the very threads of this world with a single thought if you know how to use them. So now that that's cleared up, I'll continue with my story. So I ended up shooting the deer right through its skull. Killing it instantly. I quickly descended the tree to claim my prize. Thankfully the deer's death went unnoticed by the rest of the herd which where Atleast a hundred feet away across the meadow. I slung the incapacitated creature over my shoulders, and began the half hour trek to my home.
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Later that day, at dinner time, I was eating part of the cooked deer with my parents Illium and LillebelIllium. About halfway through the delicious meal prepared by Illium, she asked me to follow her to the cellar. She winked at her husband. She thought it would go unnoticed by me, but she was wrong. I saw it. Another thing about elves. Our enhanced eyesight makes us very observant, we also have good hearing, as well as pretty much every other sense. After we reached the bottom of the steps a few moments later, my adopted mother started rummaging through a barrel of rice. She pulled out a stone attached to an old, weathered string. The stone was perfectly round and looked like it was an opal of some sort. I took the stone and held it in my open palm not knowing exactly what to do. I looked at Illium with an arched eyebrow indicating my confusion. "Put it on! What are you waiting for?" I did so, and a warm feeling like a flame in my very soul seemed to course through my veins. I stood there for a while, then followed her back up the stairs that led to the main floor of our house. Actually there were only two floors. The basement, and the ground floor; which was where Lillebellum was finishing my deer. I laughed a bit. The quite chubby dwarf always had a strong urge of temptation whe it came to food. "What?" He asked trying to hide the two empty plates under the table but stopped when he saw the stone "oh, now you take good care of that, it's from your mother" he said suddenly getting serious. I nodded wondering what this thing was, and walked to my bedroom where I dressed in my night clothes. I lay down, sleep coming quite quickly. But not without wondering again what the heck this thing was. Wait… could it be the one of the power stones? Naw… probably not. I wouldn't be a very good guardian anyway I thought.
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"Wake up!" I heard a voice say. Someone was shaking me. I opened my eyes and there was… my mother? My birth mother who died when I was five? I stood up and hugged her. I hadn't seen her in ten years. She gently pushed me away and whispered "follow me! Quickly!" I followed her to the cellar. Wait why were we down here? Oh well she must have something to show me that Illium had forgotten. I walked down and saw my mother who I had just followed down the stairs lying on the floor. Her face pale as a ghost. "Mom!" I ran to her and lifted her face. She looked at me with pained eyes and faded to dust. "No!" I yelled devastated at losing my mother again. I never saw the first time she died, but I bet that was nowhere close to how horrible this was. I turned and remembered the person I had walked down the stairs behind. Wait if that was my mom then who was— "hello Milo." Isindril! Isindril nodded like he could read my thoughts. The only thing I knew about him was he was a vicious murderer. I don't know how I knew he was Isindril, but he had looked like my mother before. He took a step toward me. Next I was stabbed through the chest. Was I— dead? The dark wizard grabbed the stone off my neck and somehow teleported into a large field. It was like I was spectating on my own dream. He lifted his clenched hand and a beam of light radiating a dark energy, shone down concentration on the stone in his hand. A mist settled over the land. When the fog rose, there was only a wasteland of mangled, burned trees, ashes everywhere. There was the sound of screams echoing from the devilish creatures that had been unleashed and the innocent beings they were slaughtering. Then, I woke up. It was just a nightmare. A relief settled over me. I got up to get a glass of water, but when I got out of bed I saw through the window that there were two yellow eyes staring at me through the window. This was not a dream. I blinked once, twice, it stayed. Then just like my mother had in the dream, it vanished. I shuddered and went back to bed without the water.
***
I told my adopted parents about the dream the next day. They just told me not to worry about it. I wasn't convinced it was something to just shake a finger at. For the next week I had the same horrible dream of impending death over, and over again. One night after I had the dream, I decided to go for a ride on SunDancer (my horse) to take my mind off the dream. And so I wouldn't be able to dream it again. I changed into my day clothes, and put on all my weapons. I quietly opened the door to my room, and in turn opened the front door to the cabin. I walked around to the back of the house and opened the heavy door that kept my horse in his stall. He walked out slowly, he couldn't see me in the dark so I ran my hand through his golden mane. He didn't recognize me at first and started backing up nervously. I said his name and it seemed to help. After he was calm, I put my saddle on him and swiftly mounted. When I nudged my heels Into his sides, he galloped off and out of the forest. I actually fell asleep at the reins for a bit since I was so tired. The dreams always drained me somehow. I didn't have the dream again though thankfully. Anyways, we were now at a small village. Everyone was asleep except for a slave girl who appeared to be talking to a horse. I looked back and notice she had a blue amulet that looked almost like mine, but blue instead of red. I was curious, but decided to leave her alone. I got off of SunDancer and led him through the village. It was too late to try and ride back now. I would find an alleyway or somewhere to sleep in tonight. This time I dreamt of two stones merging together and pure light unlike the darkness Isindril had used my stone for. Wait— did these dreams mean something? Or was I just imagining it all?
Name:
Alinta
*Nickname(s):
None
Age:
16
Gender:
male
Sexuality:
straight
Poly/Mono/Both:
Mono
Blood Type:
O-
Nationality:
He is an American born citizen with an Australian heritage.
Power:
Fire
/~/
Appearance:
Alinta is Five feet seven inches tall with dark brownish Hazel coloured hair, and brown eyes. He has a birthmark on the lower part of his left forearm. His jaw is not exactly narrow, but it isn't wide either. His teeth are straight, and his eyesight is good.
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If you looked at him you wouldn't see this big strong guy. You wouldn't expect him to be strong in any way, but he is quite the opposite. He isn't skinny exactly, but he is skinnier than some people giving him the appearance of a boy who wouldn't fit in with everyone else. It is quite the opposite. Alinta is the captain of his soccer team, as well as his lacrosse, hockey, and basketball team. He can kick like a Wild steer, and throw like Jimmy Lewis.

Personality:
Alinta is generally a very generou, compassionate person with a short temper when people are being hurt. Insults don't bother him that much, but if you physically hurt him, or someone he loves, then get ready for the fight of your life. He doesn't have any thoughts of marriage or dating yet, though it would benefit him a lot to do so.
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Being around Alinta will usually make you laugh. He is good at making people feel better when they are going through rough times, and will do anything he can to help someone he loves or cares about. Though his positive qualities can quickly shift to negative actions. He will often rush into things without really thinking usually when it has to do with someone getting hurt. That impulse has caused him a lot of trouble over the years even if it does do something good.
Likes:
Food, art, fire, heat, the dark, himself, friends, family, sports, being active, large spaces, games, the daytime
Dislikes:
Rotten food, bad art, ice, cold, being hurt, enemies, scientists, sitting still, small spaces,
Strengths:
Athleticy, compassion, knowledge of survival in the wilderness, making friends, keeping friends, helping people, knowledge of cooking/baking etiquette
Weaknesses:
Acts on impulse, sometimes tries to help where help isn't needed, lack of mathematic knowledge,
Hates:
cold, rotten food, bad art, Ice, cold, water, enemies, scientists, small spaces,

Fears:
Snakes, spiders, poison.
More Emotional/Logical:
Alinta is More driven to follow his emotional side more than his logical side. He would rather try to save someone and possibly be killed himself, rather than the logical action of standing by and doing nothing.
Allergies:
None
Mental/Physical Disabilities:
Cerebral palsy, ADSD

Addictions:
None
Both/Right/Left-Handed:
Both left, and right handed.
/~/
*Background:
What They're Bringing With Them:
His IPhone, a laptop, chargers for both of them, waffle iron and pancake mix, tooth brush, toothpaste, sleeping bag, pillow, several pairs of clothes, and a large suitcase to carry it all.
*Themesong(s):
Raining Tacos, Someone you loved, invincible, move (keep walking)
ColdPlay Lost
*Additional Information:
Other:
The Lord of the Rings

Edited at July 1, 2021 01:32 PM by TacoLord
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[ Vernon Hanford ]

[ Metal ]

RP example:

"But just as Aziel started to contemplate his life through the clouded glass once more, something changed.

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A flicker.
The lights of his apartment blinked into darkness, but only for a moment as thunder rumbled through the surrounding area.
It stole Aziel from his thoughts, launching him back into the present as the electricity threatened to cut once more.
Flaring dangerously bright, the ceiling lights buzzed with power as it surged for a second time.
Unmoving in both awe and fear, Aziel sat frozen as this continued, the flares increasing in frequency and brightness each time.
The flashes reflected in the emerald of his eyes, gaze glued to the luminescence akin to a moth drawn to a flame. Soon enough, the hum of electricity soon consumed the room, drowning out the sound of the rain as silent lightning flashed outside the window.
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Past complications forgotten, Aziel regained the ability to move as he stumbled out of his chair with a goal. Thoughts buzzed through his mind, disoriented from the light show happening inside of his room.
This freaky electricity is something more than dangerous, I should cut off the power before it gets worse-
But it wouldn't remain for long, the lights finally reaching their limit as bulbs started to explode, the sound sharp and cutting through the room. Aziel watched them combust, stumbling backwards in shock and confusion as he tripped. Hands fumbling and failing to catch him, he fell through the air for a split second before reaching the end.
A moment of impact, and then darkness."
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( Excerpt from my roleplay with Kyram Pack, I can find a longer example if needed :D )

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Name: Vernon Hanford

Nickname(s): Vern / Ver

Age: 16

Gender: Male (He/They)

Sexuality: Panromantic / Demisexual

Poly/Mono/Both: Both

Blood Type: B+

Nationality: Chinese/American

Enneagram: 2w3

Zodiac: Capricorn

Power: Metal

/~/

Appearance:

Standing at around 5'10, Vernon has a slim build and weighs around 140 lbs.

He's slightly muscular, with fair skin that's mildly tanned from the sunshine. He has thick black hair that was lightened a few shades, now a warm brown with coppery tones in the light. Its slightly wavy, parted to the left although it tends to fall in his eyes. It's cut longer near the crown of his head and shorter underneath, similar to an undercut. The longer pieces end at his cheekbones, framing his face and styled up on special occasions.

He has an oval-shaped face, with a soft yet defined jawline. There's a gentle look to his face, captured in his features that usually hold a smile. He has a long nose, smooth and just barely downturned at the end. He has natural looking lips, full and slightly pink against his complexion.

He has upturned eyes, a shape between round and almond due to his heritage. They're a sharp gray, with warmer undertones and hints of honey-brown. He has curved eyebrows with a slight arch, the right one decorated with a silver piercing and a slit to match.

Dressed simply, Vernon prefers to wear black ripped jeans or cargo pants with a simple t-shirt, either in greyscale or muted colors. In the colder seasons, he tends to don sweatshirts rather than the usual collection of t-shirts, but they stick to the simplistic color-scheme.

Although mostly casual, he does dress-up on occasion, the crop tops in his closet making an appearance. Those show off a sliver of his stomach, only drifting higher when he raises his arms. As for makeup, every now and then he takes the time to apply a dark brown eyeliner, either winged or smudged depending on his mood.

Personality:

Extroverted, he tends to spend a lot of time surrounded by other people, not taking the spotlight, but enjoying their company all the same. He likes to observe others, learning their opinions without making his own known out of fear of rejection. Although untruthful, he'd rather lie about his beliefs than deal with the hassle of a conflict.

Compassionate is one of the first words to come to mind when describing Vernon, evident in the way he cares for others. Empathetic, he loves to help other people, willing to make sacrifices to see his friends smile. Friendly and welcoming, his eyes hold a warmth that's matched in his personality. Well spoken and kind, Vernon likes to meet new people, listening to their story and assisting in any way they can.

Open-minded and patient, he makes it very clear that he's avidly against judgment, willing to give anyone the time of day no matter the reason. Anger comes slowly to Vernon, although that process can be sped up through being an asshole to his friends. Whilst he can deal with most verbal attacks himself, any directed at those close to him will be thrown a sharp look or a pointed retaliation.

Protective, he can come off as overbearing and a general worrier, always looking out for the well-being of his friends. A bit hard-headed, Vernon can be stubborn on his goals, not willing to give up on projects that have already failed. It shows in his schoolwork, being an excellent student, although his science grades can lag behind.

A hopeless romantic, he's a sucker for love and the like. Although he needs a friendship to form a romantic relationship with another, it never halted his consummation of romance in media. Soft love stories in leather-bound covers, it was always the perfect go-to on a brisk winter day.

For lack of a better word, Vernon is very 'chill' and tends to go with the flow most of the time. He will speak up if something proves too dangerous or unethical, but the rest of the time he takes a backseat on decision-making.

But underneath it all, his fear of worthlessness lurks at the corners of his subconscious. Although he genuinely loves to help others, it could also be rooted in his fear, afraid that the moment he stops, he wouldn't be useful anymore. Self-validation is a struggle for Vernon, always feeling lackluster when compared to others. He also has a tenancy to bottle up his emotions, courtesy of his upbringing and the circumstances of the time. This can cause him to be very out of touch with his own emotions, resulting in a breakdown for unknown reasons every couple months.

Likes: Pretty handwriting, warm drinks, freedom, the outdoors, playing his violin, music, soft touches.

Dislikes: Being judged, hot days, aggressiveness, gossip, confronting his emotions, lack-of-patience.

Strengths: Patience, Logic, Empathy, Telling Lies.

Weaknesses: Emotions, Easily swayed, Too forgiving, Needs approval to feel secure, Criticism.

Hates: Over-aggression, Judgment, Those who mess with his friends

Fears: Being forgotten or worth less to another

More Emotional/Logical: Logical

Allergies: Shellfish

Mental/Physical Disabilities:

Mental : C-PTSD, High-functioning Depression

Physical : Chronic Migraines

Addictions: N/A

Both/Right/Left-Handed: Right-Handed

/~/

Background:

Raised in the US, Vernon grew up in the suburbs for most of his life. His mother immigrated from China at a young age, and met his father in America. They got married, moved from the city, and had Vernon, along with a younger siblings.

The first years were average, but things soon started to deteriorate as conflict arose between his younger sibling and mother. Both hot-headed personalities, they often had explosive fights that lasted up to a few hours. This directly opposed Vernon's views, causing him to attempt to step in and soothe the fights, but he was only caught in the crossfire. This occurred for a few years, before the worst finally passed as he moved into high-school, and the headaches began.

The fights were fewer, with more time in between, but never really stopped. Vernon pushed his own emotions to the side to deal with the conflict, as it put him into a state of stress. Always worried for his family, he was concerned that they would hurt each other in the process. He can't remember much of his childhood, having repressed it subconsciously for his own sake.

What They're Bringing With Them:

Their black backpack, decorated in patches and pins from friends and strangers alike.

His journal, weathered and worn from use.

Their MP3 player, laden with songs that mean the world to him.

Advil, a must-have.

Themesong(s):

Two - Sleeping at Last

"No, I don't want to talk about myself, tell me where it hurts"

"I just want to build you up, build you up 'til you're good as new. And maybe one day I'll get around to fixing myself too"

It's All Futile! It's All Pointless! - Wilbur Soot

"But it's okay, it's a strategy to insure I remain"

"I don't miss you, I miss the thought of what we were"

It's Okay I Wouldn't Remember Me Either - Crywank

"I am mostly scared by passing time, the world it seems, gets more unkind"

"Self-deprecating thoughts interrupting all the time, emphasizing all the traits that I wish weren't mine. They speak louder than everybody."

Additional Information: N/A

Other: It has to be Heathers :)



Trials of the Eight / Sign-up / Literate / CLOSEDJune 29, 2021 10:09 AM

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Trials of the Eight / Sign-up / Literate / CLOSEDJune 29, 2021 10:12 AM

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I apologize, but I cannot accept you, you don't seem to meet the literate standers of this RP. Sorry again!

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Trials of the Eight / Sign-up / Literate / CLOSEDJune 29, 2021 10:26 AM

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Yep! Reservations last 24 hours!

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