Fox's Character
Name Harper Riddle
Age: 17
Appearance:
A young man of average height and a build. Harper stands at 5'7 weighing roughly 152lbs. The boy has a childlike face coupled with soft features and vibrant green eyes. He looks younger than he is, and his sheepish smiles often give him a childlike charm that grownups tend to find endearing.
Personality:
A little bit on the nerdy side, Harper is a violinist with a love for constellations and books.
Unlike most boys his age, Harper never cared much for parties or girls. Instead, he would get excited over music and a good novel. Because of his hobbies, he spent most of his time in libraries with his nose buried in a book, or in the school music room with his trusty violin. He was never fond of places that were jam packed with people.
Most people think Harper is shy, but that isn't exactly true. While he isn't the sort of person who craves the spotlight, he doesn't mind it when others strike up a conversation with him. Harper can be pretty sociable and friendly once you get to know him. He's pretty much the nice guy who holds doors open for people.
His teachers tell him he has a good head on his shoulders, and that's true. It might not be obvious, but Harper is a bright boy with a knack for observing minute details.
When it comes to his friends Harper is encouraging and sincere, the idea of wearing various masks eludes him and as a result he is both honest and reliable. He is generous with compliments but will not sugar-coat his words, so don't expect any flattery from him. Aside from being truthful, he can also be a tad protective of his friends and maybe even a little paranoid, usually trying his best to stop them from doing silly things that may or may not have been dangerous.
Another thing about Harper is that he wears his emotions on his sleeve, revealing to others how he feels instead putting up facades. He's an easily excitable guy who's sympathetic and unafraid to show weakness. Of course, he tries to be brave. But when push comes to shove, he isn't the type to just smile and say he's alright. Harper is the sort of person who tries to speak about what troubles him in an attempt to analyze the situation and come up with a logical conclusion. He isn't a ball of sunshine and he can be a bit too reasonable for his own liking. Harper is the sort of person who bounces back instead of constantly lingering in the past.
Back story:
"You'll get better, won't you? I mean, you're not planning to give up anytime soon, right?" Harper bit down on his lip, he felt like melting on the spot.
His older sister tried not to frown. She was confined to a hospital bed while IV lines pumped fluids into her veins. She was sick, really, really sick. The doctors told their parents she wouldn't have much time left, and that she'd be lucky to survive another year.
His sister smiled and it sent a chill down the boy's spine. "Of course, little bro! You know I'm a fighter." She tried to sound cheerful but Harper couldn't help but notice the tired look in her eyes. "Hey, don't look at me like that. I've still got places I need to see, things I need to do, and people I need to spend time with. This is just a hurdle and no way in hell am I going to let it beat me."
"Of course, of course," Harper laughed a little. "Besides, we're going to spend the New Year with grandma and the rest of the family, it'll be great."
She smiled and Harper smiled back. It would be alright, she'd be out of the hospital before New Year's Eve.
Only, that wasn't what happened. She only got worse and by New Year's Eve, she resembled a skeleton more than his cheerful sister. While his parents decided to spend New Year's Eve at the hospital, Harper just snapped. He left to clear his head and for some reason, the rumors about the Midnight Train began playing inside his head. It was foolish, but he eventually found himself at a station.
Wish: "I just want my sister back. Ever since mom and dad found out, they've been fighting a lot. I don't want my family to fall apart."
Age: 17
Appearance:
A young man of average height and a build. Harper stands at 5'7 weighing roughly 152lbs. The boy has a childlike face coupled with soft features and vibrant green eyes. He looks younger than he is, and his sheepish smiles often give him a childlike charm that grownups tend to find endearing.
Personality:
A little bit on the nerdy side, Harper is a violinist with a love for constellations and books.
Unlike most boys his age, Harper never cared much for parties or girls. Instead, he would get excited over music and a good novel. Because of his hobbies, he spent most of his time in libraries with his nose buried in a book, or in the school music room with his trusty violin. He was never fond of places that were jam packed with people.
Most people think Harper is shy, but that isn't exactly true. While he isn't the sort of person who craves the spotlight, he doesn't mind it when others strike up a conversation with him. Harper can be pretty sociable and friendly once you get to know him. He's pretty much the nice guy who holds doors open for people.
His teachers tell him he has a good head on his shoulders, and that's true. It might not be obvious, but Harper is a bright boy with a knack for observing minute details.
When it comes to his friends Harper is encouraging and sincere, the idea of wearing various masks eludes him and as a result he is both honest and reliable. He is generous with compliments but will not sugar-coat his words, so don't expect any flattery from him. Aside from being truthful, he can also be a tad protective of his friends and maybe even a little paranoid, usually trying his best to stop them from doing silly things that may or may not have been dangerous.
Another thing about Harper is that he wears his emotions on his sleeve, revealing to others how he feels instead putting up facades. He's an easily excitable guy who's sympathetic and unafraid to show weakness. Of course, he tries to be brave. But when push comes to shove, he isn't the type to just smile and say he's alright. Harper is the sort of person who tries to speak about what troubles him in an attempt to analyze the situation and come up with a logical conclusion. He isn't a ball of sunshine and he can be a bit too reasonable for his own liking. Harper is the sort of person who bounces back instead of constantly lingering in the past.
Back story:
"You'll get better, won't you? I mean, you're not planning to give up anytime soon, right?" Harper bit down on his lip, he felt like melting on the spot.
His older sister tried not to frown. She was confined to a hospital bed while IV lines pumped fluids into her veins. She was sick, really, really sick. The doctors told their parents she wouldn't have much time left, and that she'd be lucky to survive another year.
His sister smiled and it sent a chill down the boy's spine. "Of course, little bro! You know I'm a fighter." She tried to sound cheerful but Harper couldn't help but notice the tired look in her eyes. "Hey, don't look at me like that. I've still got places I need to see, things I need to do, and people I need to spend time with. This is just a hurdle and no way in hell am I going to let it beat me."
"Of course, of course," Harper laughed a little. "Besides, we're going to spend the New Year with grandma and the rest of the family, it'll be great."
She smiled and Harper smiled back. It would be alright, she'd be out of the hospital before New Year's Eve.
Only, that wasn't what happened. She only got worse and by New Year's Eve, she resembled a skeleton more than his cheerful sister. While his parents decided to spend New Year's Eve at the hospital, Harper just snapped. He left to clear his head and for some reason, the rumors about the Midnight Train began playing inside his head. It was foolish, but he eventually found himself at a station.
Wish: "I just want my sister back. Ever since mom and dad found out, they've been fighting a lot. I don't want my family to fall apart."
Fox's Character
Name Riley Grayson
Age: 18
Personality:
"This is unbelievable! Listen, Kim, we need to see that train! I mean, doesn't thinking about it get you pumped up? What do you mean no? This is just amazing! If we took a photo for the papers, there'd be no way they wouldn't want it. What do you mean I'm insane? Oh, puh-lease, last time we broke into that abandoned house, THIS, well, this'll be a piece of cake."
Stubborn and absolutely head-over-heels in love with adventure. Riley will almost never say no to a challenge. Why? Well, either it's because she's ridiculously brave, or insanely stupid, most likely it is the latter. The girl loves thrills. Roller coasters, camping trips, sports, just name your challenge and she'll be there in a snap. Aside from that, Riley likes testing her limits, tell her something is forbidden and she'll give you a cheeky grin and a halfhearted nod. However, give it a little time and that rule will most likely be broken. "Eh? You told me ages ago, how do you expect me to remember?" She'll give you an innocent grin and a handful of excuses as she tries to change the topic and get back on the offended or irritated person's good side. She doesn't like it when people are upset with her.
Despite her bad decision making skills, she usually means well. When she jumps out of a dark corner to scare people or tackles them into a rough and somewhat painful hug it is usually in an attempt to cheer them up. Riley is a big believer of "actions speaks louder than words" so if you get on her bad side, don't expect a retort, expect a shove or a punch coupled with angry yelling. She might be a little physical when upset, but Riley doesn't hold grudges and is usually very forgiving. The girl is rough and brash in demeanor, but is also compassionate and loyal. She gives people comforting shoves when she thinks they need it and will always be there to pull someone along if they need a little help.
Back story:
"Uh? So...you're telling me, you want the story of my life? Sorry to break it you, pal, but my life's pretty much a yawn. That's why I left home in the first place."
Born to a family of three, Riley is the only child of Dr. Sarah and Dr. Ryan. She was constantly being compared to her lawyer cousin or a family friend who went to med school. Riley didn't want any of that, she wanted to be a journalist. Her parents didn't like that. Apparently, they already had the rest of her life planned out for her. The idea made Riley very angry and she and her parents had a legendary quarrel. They weren't very close to begin with, and all the additional bickering and fights pushed them even further apart.
Riley decided to be the captain of her own fate, and when she turned 18, she left (against her parent's wishes) to live with her best friend, Kim, in an apartment two towns away. Things went well at first, but then came the bills and food and furniture. There were no more free meals or free laundry and she found herself short on cash. Riley tried writing for the papers but she couldn't get a lucky break and it was just rejection after rejection. Soon, she began hearing rumors about a wish-granting train, so on New Year's Eve Riley decided to bring a camera and see it for herself. If she got a photograph, then someone would HAVE to hire her, right?
Wish: "I want to write about things that matter, things other people actually give a fudge about."
When the train stopped at the station she could have sworn she saw Mr. Harris inside. "Riley! C'mon in, you got the job." Eagerly, she entered the train, but just as she was about to shake his hand, he disappeared and the double doors slid shut.
Age: 18
Personality:
"This is unbelievable! Listen, Kim, we need to see that train! I mean, doesn't thinking about it get you pumped up? What do you mean no? This is just amazing! If we took a photo for the papers, there'd be no way they wouldn't want it. What do you mean I'm insane? Oh, puh-lease, last time we broke into that abandoned house, THIS, well, this'll be a piece of cake."
Stubborn and absolutely head-over-heels in love with adventure. Riley will almost never say no to a challenge. Why? Well, either it's because she's ridiculously brave, or insanely stupid, most likely it is the latter. The girl loves thrills. Roller coasters, camping trips, sports, just name your challenge and she'll be there in a snap. Aside from that, Riley likes testing her limits, tell her something is forbidden and she'll give you a cheeky grin and a halfhearted nod. However, give it a little time and that rule will most likely be broken. "Eh? You told me ages ago, how do you expect me to remember?" She'll give you an innocent grin and a handful of excuses as she tries to change the topic and get back on the offended or irritated person's good side. She doesn't like it when people are upset with her.
Despite her bad decision making skills, she usually means well. When she jumps out of a dark corner to scare people or tackles them into a rough and somewhat painful hug it is usually in an attempt to cheer them up. Riley is a big believer of "actions speaks louder than words" so if you get on her bad side, don't expect a retort, expect a shove or a punch coupled with angry yelling. She might be a little physical when upset, but Riley doesn't hold grudges and is usually very forgiving. The girl is rough and brash in demeanor, but is also compassionate and loyal. She gives people comforting shoves when she thinks they need it and will always be there to pull someone along if they need a little help.
Back story:
"Uh? So...you're telling me, you want the story of my life? Sorry to break it you, pal, but my life's pretty much a yawn. That's why I left home in the first place."
Born to a family of three, Riley is the only child of Dr. Sarah and Dr. Ryan. She was constantly being compared to her lawyer cousin or a family friend who went to med school. Riley didn't want any of that, she wanted to be a journalist. Her parents didn't like that. Apparently, they already had the rest of her life planned out for her. The idea made Riley very angry and she and her parents had a legendary quarrel. They weren't very close to begin with, and all the additional bickering and fights pushed them even further apart.
Riley decided to be the captain of her own fate, and when she turned 18, she left (against her parent's wishes) to live with her best friend, Kim, in an apartment two towns away. Things went well at first, but then came the bills and food and furniture. There were no more free meals or free laundry and she found herself short on cash. Riley tried writing for the papers but she couldn't get a lucky break and it was just rejection after rejection. Soon, she began hearing rumors about a wish-granting train, so on New Year's Eve Riley decided to bring a camera and see it for herself. If she got a photograph, then someone would HAVE to hire her, right?
Wish: "I want to write about things that matter, things other people actually give a fudge about."
When the train stopped at the station she could have sworn she saw Mr. Harris inside. "Riley! C'mon in, you got the job." Eagerly, she entered the train, but just as she was about to shake his hand, he disappeared and the double doors slid shut.
Kimchi's Character
Name: Jasper Golding
Age: 19
Personality
A nervous wreck and indecisive. Period. Jasper always finds something to worry about. All sorts of bad outcomes to an action have already run through her mind before its happened. Even buying the right kind of milk is a hassle. Everything is a struggle. To give you a better picture, just imagine a mouse who seems to think it's constantly being chased by a raging broom.
Being quite jittery makes staying still an almost impossible task for Jasper and the fact that she lacks sleep doesn't help. You'll often catch her biting her nails or fumbling around with her clothing. Not only is she constantly moving, but she also has a talent for tripping, flat ground included. Quite a clumsy girl isn't she? It shows. If you ever catch a glimpse of her arms and legs you may even think she's being abused. Numerous scabs and bruises line her pallid skin which only makes her injuries more visible.
Any physical contact can freak her out, so tapping her shoulder to get her attention may not be the best choice. Anxiety attacks is also a common thing for her, but taking some deep breaths and positive reinforcement can get her back to a stable state of mind.
With her personality comes her introverted ways. Jasper has trouble with communicating and trying things out of her comfort zone, but encouragement and kindness can bring out the best in anyone. If she happens to sum up enough courage to say something, you may hear her mumble out some words, but it doesn't happen too often. Striking up a conversation with her can be awkward and you'll definitely be the one having a hard time carrying it. It's not like she doesn't want to talk to people though, she's just afraid to be judged wrongly.
Though she's not much of a talker, she'll be the perfect person to pour out on when you have something to babble about. Jasper listens well and isn't one to critic. If you need to cry and confess your problems to someone, best do it in front of her. Surprisingly, she may even attempt to comfort you by rubbing your back or offering her sleeve to dry your tears. She has a giant soft spot for broken beings.
Back Story:
After being disowned by her parents at the age of five, who were quite repulsed by her physical attributes, Jasper was taken in by an elderly woman, Rosen. The senior found beauty in her appearance and showed her the love she was deprived of from her past guardians. Rosen was frequently ill due to old age and sometimes went into cardiac arrest in front of a very young Jasper. Eventually, she passed away from heart failure. Luckily, Jasper was already of legal age to live alone at the time. The emotional scarring of watching the only person who's loved you die played a huge part in developing the nature she has now.
Since graduating from high school, Jasper has a stable job at a quaint little café as a barista. Getting paid a minimum wage keeps her well off as she only needs to spend for herself. The owner is a warm Chinese lady who doesn't speak English well so Jasper can communicate with her boss with ease. The two often talk to one another using one to three words. Verbal instructions aren't even given at times. They usually just point, demonstrate, or nod.
Wish: To see Rosen. She was Jasper's only loved one and she would be the happiest girl in the world if she ever got the chance to see her again. In person that is. Rosen appears in her dreams on most nights and Jasper always wakes up with drying tears in her eyes.
Age: 19
Personality
A nervous wreck and indecisive. Period. Jasper always finds something to worry about. All sorts of bad outcomes to an action have already run through her mind before its happened. Even buying the right kind of milk is a hassle. Everything is a struggle. To give you a better picture, just imagine a mouse who seems to think it's constantly being chased by a raging broom.
Being quite jittery makes staying still an almost impossible task for Jasper and the fact that she lacks sleep doesn't help. You'll often catch her biting her nails or fumbling around with her clothing. Not only is she constantly moving, but she also has a talent for tripping, flat ground included. Quite a clumsy girl isn't she? It shows. If you ever catch a glimpse of her arms and legs you may even think she's being abused. Numerous scabs and bruises line her pallid skin which only makes her injuries more visible.
Any physical contact can freak her out, so tapping her shoulder to get her attention may not be the best choice. Anxiety attacks is also a common thing for her, but taking some deep breaths and positive reinforcement can get her back to a stable state of mind.
With her personality comes her introverted ways. Jasper has trouble with communicating and trying things out of her comfort zone, but encouragement and kindness can bring out the best in anyone. If she happens to sum up enough courage to say something, you may hear her mumble out some words, but it doesn't happen too often. Striking up a conversation with her can be awkward and you'll definitely be the one having a hard time carrying it. It's not like she doesn't want to talk to people though, she's just afraid to be judged wrongly.
Though she's not much of a talker, she'll be the perfect person to pour out on when you have something to babble about. Jasper listens well and isn't one to critic. If you need to cry and confess your problems to someone, best do it in front of her. Surprisingly, she may even attempt to comfort you by rubbing your back or offering her sleeve to dry your tears. She has a giant soft spot for broken beings.
Back Story:
After being disowned by her parents at the age of five, who were quite repulsed by her physical attributes, Jasper was taken in by an elderly woman, Rosen. The senior found beauty in her appearance and showed her the love she was deprived of from her past guardians. Rosen was frequently ill due to old age and sometimes went into cardiac arrest in front of a very young Jasper. Eventually, she passed away from heart failure. Luckily, Jasper was already of legal age to live alone at the time. The emotional scarring of watching the only person who's loved you die played a huge part in developing the nature she has now.
Since graduating from high school, Jasper has a stable job at a quaint little café as a barista. Getting paid a minimum wage keeps her well off as she only needs to spend for herself. The owner is a warm Chinese lady who doesn't speak English well so Jasper can communicate with her boss with ease. The two often talk to one another using one to three words. Verbal instructions aren't even given at times. They usually just point, demonstrate, or nod.
Wish: To see Rosen. She was Jasper's only loved one and she would be the happiest girl in the world if she ever got the chance to see her again. In person that is. Rosen appears in her dreams on most nights and Jasper always wakes up with drying tears in her eyes.
John's Character
Name: Leila Noelle
Age: 17
Appearance:
At 5'8'' (approx. 172 cm) and 130 lbs (approx. 59 kg), the girl is just tall enough to stand out that one bit among her peers, yet her typical post-growth-spurt late teen girl body type has never been especially eye-catching.
Leila inherited many traits considered typical among the females in her family. Fair skin, dark hair, it's a long-standing half-joke that her family is a line of fairy-tale stereotype ceramic dolls. She has rather soft facial features, embedded in a face that looks almost incomplete with the cunks of hair obscuring much of its supposedly well-defined outlines. Her curly hair is in a shade of black so dark that, under some lighting conditions, it makes her hastily tied up bun look like a bottomless portal leading to a empty void deprived of light, and would engulf anything that traverses its fuzzy edges. The mass of strands would fall at just a bit over shoulder length when let down, yet it seems like that is never the case when she is seen in public. People - especially her parents, lately - frequently question why she even ties it up if she doesn't bother doing it properly, yet as far as most people remember, the messy chunk on the back of her head has always been the case.
She doesn't exactly has a typical dressing style. With close to zero artistic sense, her clothing choices have long been based on compulsion and random choice rather than careful consideration (unless, of course, someone forces her into "dressing up properly" which she considers interesting to hear about but a tremendous waste of time and effort to put to practice). Thanks to her very finite wardrobe, however, there is no imminent danger of her coming up with anything groundbreakingly absurd.
Personality:
It would be hard to derive a personality profile solely based on her words, expressions and actions - one of the puzzling consequences that comes with a mind that races on at a pace that's probably thousands of times that of anything the other parts of her body could keep up with.
Some consider her a prodigy, a born mathematician, a child genius - the one thing that's special about her is her uncanny ability to easily acquire a conceptual grasp on the workings of the most complex systems, and process it with almost intuitive ease. Coupled with her background supplying her the tremendous amount of data to observe and absorb, over time the rational part of her mind has been forged into a device of formidable calculating power.
However, understanding the meanings behind the rules - as her condition has proven - has nothing to do with being connected to the game itself. One would expect a person with extraordinary knowledge like her to exhibit more mature and reasonable behavior than an average person of her age. Yet, instead of understanding reality better by knowing about the theories that describe it, she exhibits the exact opposite - Appearing to be completely distached from reality. She seems to be happy to go with anything anyone she trusts tells her as long as it's not a trivial form of suicide, and she trusts people rather easily. She often makes decisions with the reasoning behind which being completely unfathomable, sometimes throwing herself and others into perillious situations (that does not mean that she cannot reason. There is a reason behind everything she does and it is just that those reasons don't make sense.) Furthermore, she is herself unaware of her "tendency to seek ever more creative methods of self-destruction" - the care she receives at home makes that a minor issue, but away from home it often proves rather troublesome: At best she acts like an airhead and in the worse cases some things she does are borderline suicidal. She's not unwilling to learn the skills she lacks, though - Sometimes people mistake it for pompousness or sarcasm with an arrogant undertone, but sometimes she simply needs to consult a professional to make sure she's dealing with the complicated issues of everyday life in a proper fashion - as in she might just as well ask you nicely about how to spread butter onto toast.
Aside from her obvious aloofness, most of her actual interaction with the outside world seems to be little more than random. The most prominent feature of her behaviors are her frequent oscillations between being entirely apathetic and overly excited. Not the person to introduce herself first in a group, not someone to talk to if you expect an audience that stays focused during the entire conversation; yet she's not entirely shy as she does not exactly mind participating in conversation (despite not being good at it) or listening to one (that is sufficiently interesting to grasp her attention). She likes to observe things, including people and their behaviors. She has not yet mastered the art of concealing her opinions - all she could manage is to resist uttering the negative opinions (which she rarely comes up with anyway), and she would not hesitate to break out of her silent neutral trance-like state to display an unreasonable amount of fascination towards an item or a subject (OH WHOAAAAHHH A RABBIT WITH A LAPTOP! SO ADORABLE).
And then there is fear. Fear is her largest downfall, and she is irrationally averse to a number of circumstances. Relying largely on visual cues for most her activities, simply blindfolding her would be sufficient to throw her into a state of shock. Sounds with no obvious sources frighten her. Complete silence also makes her uncomfortable. And in any of those cases and in the face of many, many other things, she reacts by curling up on the ground or in a chair, refusing to do anything until the threat is removed. She also has a great deal of fear of death or other terms of senselessness.
Back story:
Leila has a background that would make her a modern-day equivalent of an aristocrat. Her family was wealthy. Incredibly so. As a result, Leila - the fourth child in an array of six - grew up as a flower in a greenhouse:living conditions and activities closely monitored, spared from repetitive, uninteresting chores and daily needs being taken care of - most of the time she was just left alone in various sections of her living complex, where she mostly hangs around for hours in the library and her room in turns with lapses of sleep and meals.
The family takes great pride in the corportation they run - a construction company that started off generations ago as a family business and later on became an international empire of an enterprise. To this day they still follow many of the various traditions and concepts of their predecessors, maintaining an old-fashioned lifestyle and creating a vivid contrast with the modern technological standards of the company. All of her older siblings have been educated to become perfect businessmen, gentlemen and proper ladies, if you will. And they were proud of it.
That might also be why Leila's existence was a catastrophe. Sure, the four-year-old child happily chanting out the next numbers staring at half an Excel document was impressive, yet the fact that the extraordinary talent came coupled with an immensely flawed personality was unacceptable. After immense frustration that came as a result trying to instruct her things such as basic manners of conversation, the family came to the conclusion that this child could not be cultured following the norm. To them, her condiiton was nothing more than a mental disorder - a defection.
From that point on began her lifetime of being consigned to near complete oblivion. To her parents' delight, the enormous library in the company's complex was a rather efficient tool to keep her occupied, and hired personnell took care of her and monitored her actions; leaving the rest of the family no burden and being free to take care of their 'more important businesses'.
As for her encounter with the Midnight train, it was a mere consequence of a series of coincidences. On that New Years Eve, a series of bright flashes in the distant skies caught her attention through the window - fireworks. She'd seen them before, yet in one of her moments of irresistable fascination she had the compulsion to go towards the source of those sparkling thingies - which she considered okay as all her previous trips were rather safe (obviously since at least one person always accompanies her wherever she goes). Unfortunately there simply happened to be no-one on the spot at the specific time, and also so unfortunately it wasn't really that hard to figure out a doorknob. It was, however, rather hard to figure out the exact layout of a bustling metropolis when you're stuck inside and surrounded by people at any given moment. Where she ended up and the exact time she arrived at that special point in space and time - it was a pure matter of chance.
Might as well step onto the train if it's already there in front of you.
Extra:
-Her conditions are probably a result of a neurodevelopmental disorder, most likely of the autism spectrum. "probably" because there's no way her family will be willing to be admit they have a daugher that goes to a psychiatrist.
-Zero musical/artistic talent.
-Above average pain tolerance.
-Leila never really got to know her parents, but she considers herself friends with several of the workers employed at the house.
-What she adores or detests seemingly follow no set of rules, but mostly they fall under two categories: Immensely cute and immensely horrifying.
-Secretly enjoys heavy metal music and is capable of pulling a death metal scream.
-Considers caterpillars more beautiful creatures than butterflies.
What did you wish for?: "The truth."
Leila believes in an absolute truth. A set of rules for another one of her mind games, an ultimate guide to understanding the environment. You might as well call it 'The Theory of Everything', 'The Gospel', or 'The Answer to Life, The Universe and Everything' - whichever name you prefer, that's what she wished to know about.
Age: 17
Appearance:
At 5'8'' (approx. 172 cm) and 130 lbs (approx. 59 kg), the girl is just tall enough to stand out that one bit among her peers, yet her typical post-growth-spurt late teen girl body type has never been especially eye-catching.
Leila inherited many traits considered typical among the females in her family. Fair skin, dark hair, it's a long-standing half-joke that her family is a line of fairy-tale stereotype ceramic dolls. She has rather soft facial features, embedded in a face that looks almost incomplete with the cunks of hair obscuring much of its supposedly well-defined outlines. Her curly hair is in a shade of black so dark that, under some lighting conditions, it makes her hastily tied up bun look like a bottomless portal leading to a empty void deprived of light, and would engulf anything that traverses its fuzzy edges. The mass of strands would fall at just a bit over shoulder length when let down, yet it seems like that is never the case when she is seen in public. People - especially her parents, lately - frequently question why she even ties it up if she doesn't bother doing it properly, yet as far as most people remember, the messy chunk on the back of her head has always been the case.
She doesn't exactly has a typical dressing style. With close to zero artistic sense, her clothing choices have long been based on compulsion and random choice rather than careful consideration (unless, of course, someone forces her into "dressing up properly" which she considers interesting to hear about but a tremendous waste of time and effort to put to practice). Thanks to her very finite wardrobe, however, there is no imminent danger of her coming up with anything groundbreakingly absurd.
Personality:
It would be hard to derive a personality profile solely based on her words, expressions and actions - one of the puzzling consequences that comes with a mind that races on at a pace that's probably thousands of times that of anything the other parts of her body could keep up with.
Some consider her a prodigy, a born mathematician, a child genius - the one thing that's special about her is her uncanny ability to easily acquire a conceptual grasp on the workings of the most complex systems, and process it with almost intuitive ease. Coupled with her background supplying her the tremendous amount of data to observe and absorb, over time the rational part of her mind has been forged into a device of formidable calculating power.
However, understanding the meanings behind the rules - as her condition has proven - has nothing to do with being connected to the game itself. One would expect a person with extraordinary knowledge like her to exhibit more mature and reasonable behavior than an average person of her age. Yet, instead of understanding reality better by knowing about the theories that describe it, she exhibits the exact opposite - Appearing to be completely distached from reality. She seems to be happy to go with anything anyone she trusts tells her as long as it's not a trivial form of suicide, and she trusts people rather easily. She often makes decisions with the reasoning behind which being completely unfathomable, sometimes throwing herself and others into perillious situations (that does not mean that she cannot reason. There is a reason behind everything she does and it is just that those reasons don't make sense.) Furthermore, she is herself unaware of her "tendency to seek ever more creative methods of self-destruction" - the care she receives at home makes that a minor issue, but away from home it often proves rather troublesome: At best she acts like an airhead and in the worse cases some things she does are borderline suicidal. She's not unwilling to learn the skills she lacks, though - Sometimes people mistake it for pompousness or sarcasm with an arrogant undertone, but sometimes she simply needs to consult a professional to make sure she's dealing with the complicated issues of everyday life in a proper fashion - as in she might just as well ask you nicely about how to spread butter onto toast.
Aside from her obvious aloofness, most of her actual interaction with the outside world seems to be little more than random. The most prominent feature of her behaviors are her frequent oscillations between being entirely apathetic and overly excited. Not the person to introduce herself first in a group, not someone to talk to if you expect an audience that stays focused during the entire conversation; yet she's not entirely shy as she does not exactly mind participating in conversation (despite not being good at it) or listening to one (that is sufficiently interesting to grasp her attention). She likes to observe things, including people and their behaviors. She has not yet mastered the art of concealing her opinions - all she could manage is to resist uttering the negative opinions (which she rarely comes up with anyway), and she would not hesitate to break out of her silent neutral trance-like state to display an unreasonable amount of fascination towards an item or a subject (OH WHOAAAAHHH A RABBIT WITH A LAPTOP! SO ADORABLE).
And then there is fear. Fear is her largest downfall, and she is irrationally averse to a number of circumstances. Relying largely on visual cues for most her activities, simply blindfolding her would be sufficient to throw her into a state of shock. Sounds with no obvious sources frighten her. Complete silence also makes her uncomfortable. And in any of those cases and in the face of many, many other things, she reacts by curling up on the ground or in a chair, refusing to do anything until the threat is removed. She also has a great deal of fear of death or other terms of senselessness.
Back story:
Leila has a background that would make her a modern-day equivalent of an aristocrat. Her family was wealthy. Incredibly so. As a result, Leila - the fourth child in an array of six - grew up as a flower in a greenhouse:living conditions and activities closely monitored, spared from repetitive, uninteresting chores and daily needs being taken care of - most of the time she was just left alone in various sections of her living complex, where she mostly hangs around for hours in the library and her room in turns with lapses of sleep and meals.
The family takes great pride in the corportation they run - a construction company that started off generations ago as a family business and later on became an international empire of an enterprise. To this day they still follow many of the various traditions and concepts of their predecessors, maintaining an old-fashioned lifestyle and creating a vivid contrast with the modern technological standards of the company. All of her older siblings have been educated to become perfect businessmen, gentlemen and proper ladies, if you will. And they were proud of it.
That might also be why Leila's existence was a catastrophe. Sure, the four-year-old child happily chanting out the next numbers staring at half an Excel document was impressive, yet the fact that the extraordinary talent came coupled with an immensely flawed personality was unacceptable. After immense frustration that came as a result trying to instruct her things such as basic manners of conversation, the family came to the conclusion that this child could not be cultured following the norm. To them, her condiiton was nothing more than a mental disorder - a defection.
From that point on began her lifetime of being consigned to near complete oblivion. To her parents' delight, the enormous library in the company's complex was a rather efficient tool to keep her occupied, and hired personnell took care of her and monitored her actions; leaving the rest of the family no burden and being free to take care of their 'more important businesses'.
As for her encounter with the Midnight train, it was a mere consequence of a series of coincidences. On that New Years Eve, a series of bright flashes in the distant skies caught her attention through the window - fireworks. She'd seen them before, yet in one of her moments of irresistable fascination she had the compulsion to go towards the source of those sparkling thingies - which she considered okay as all her previous trips were rather safe (obviously since at least one person always accompanies her wherever she goes). Unfortunately there simply happened to be no-one on the spot at the specific time, and also so unfortunately it wasn't really that hard to figure out a doorknob. It was, however, rather hard to figure out the exact layout of a bustling metropolis when you're stuck inside and surrounded by people at any given moment. Where she ended up and the exact time she arrived at that special point in space and time - it was a pure matter of chance.
Might as well step onto the train if it's already there in front of you.
Extra:
-Her conditions are probably a result of a neurodevelopmental disorder, most likely of the autism spectrum. "probably" because there's no way her family will be willing to be admit they have a daugher that goes to a psychiatrist.
-Zero musical/artistic talent.
-Above average pain tolerance.
-Leila never really got to know her parents, but she considers herself friends with several of the workers employed at the house.
-What she adores or detests seemingly follow no set of rules, but mostly they fall under two categories: Immensely cute and immensely horrifying.
-Secretly enjoys heavy metal music and is capable of pulling a death metal scream.
-Considers caterpillars more beautiful creatures than butterflies.
What did you wish for?: "The truth."
Leila believes in an absolute truth. A set of rules for another one of her mind games, an ultimate guide to understanding the environment. You might as well call it 'The Theory of Everything', 'The Gospel', or 'The Answer to Life, The Universe and Everything' - whichever name you prefer, that's what she wished to know about.
Akiblue's Character
Name: Ace Tain
Age: 18
Personality:
Ace is a wild kid. Ever since she was born she was wild- okay maybe not literally. She has an adventurous and playful spirit, although that can sometimes get her into trouble. Well, it gets her in trouble often actually. She's not the one to think before she acts...or speaks. So whatever she says is normally the truth. She lacks the will to hold her tongue. With this little 'complication', she can sometimes come off as rude or mean, but in fact Ace is just truthful.
The young woman is always looking for an adventure to keep her occupied. Boredom is her enemy. But with her personality, she has a little 'quirk'. Acting on impulse with everything and because of how she grew up, Ace became void of a conscious. She probably has one, but it gets ignored often. She never learned what was right from wrong, but she did have enough common sense to know what she didn't want to do.
Not only that, but Ace's adaptive skills are impeccable. This is due to her constant moving from place to place and her need to survive. She lives alone, so she had to figure how to be independent early.
Backstory:
An orphan at birth, Ace had to learn how to survive on her own. She was in a nice orphanage and all, but the simplistic lifestyle was just not for her. And worst of all, she hated being rejected by so many parents. The feeling of not being wanted struck hard on the small child. By the age of nine she decided she wasn't wanted at the orphanage- or rather, it was a waste of time. On the day of her departure, she left silently and left no trace.
Her first encounter with the real world was when she encountered a gang. Being such a little kid, the gang thought she'd be useful like being a decoy for stealing things, and even fitting into small places to grab things. No one would ever expect the innocent little girl to be with such a dangerous gang. It wasn't a family setting and Ace was well aware of that. They supplied food and a home, and she helped them get what they want. But, it was a mutual relationship and the closest one she had to a family.
Ace learned many skills of survival from that gang and learned how to adapt to quick change- like when the cops find your hideout. Or like, how to escape handcuffs. When she was 15, she departed from that gang she only tolerated. Why? Because Ace decided not to tolerate being used by them. It was also a nuisance that it was a male dominated gang. The women weren't seen as often as the men, although Ace was normally around the leader of the gang all the time as a way of being protected by the others. And since then, she has been on her own. Don't worry though, she's clean and has enough knowledge of the real world like math and stuff. Ace has also been able to acquire a few odd jobs in order to survive and buy a small rundown apartment in order to have a place to rest. Currently, she works in a little coffee shop. (Aki ran out of stuff to say...)
Wish: "I don't know, I guess I just want an adventure." But little does she know, or what she hasn't realized yet is... She just wants a friend.
Extra: Did I mention she is a bit of a pyromaniac? Fire is quite the excitement for her. It wouldn't be wise to give her anything like that though; Ace can get a little destructive at times. And sometimes people can get caught in the cross fire- but it's not her fault if someone gets in the way. She has a lighter on her as well.
Age: 18
Personality:
Ace is a wild kid. Ever since she was born she was wild- okay maybe not literally. She has an adventurous and playful spirit, although that can sometimes get her into trouble. Well, it gets her in trouble often actually. She's not the one to think before she acts...or speaks. So whatever she says is normally the truth. She lacks the will to hold her tongue. With this little 'complication', she can sometimes come off as rude or mean, but in fact Ace is just truthful.
The young woman is always looking for an adventure to keep her occupied. Boredom is her enemy. But with her personality, she has a little 'quirk'. Acting on impulse with everything and because of how she grew up, Ace became void of a conscious. She probably has one, but it gets ignored often. She never learned what was right from wrong, but she did have enough common sense to know what she didn't want to do.
Not only that, but Ace's adaptive skills are impeccable. This is due to her constant moving from place to place and her need to survive. She lives alone, so she had to figure how to be independent early.
Backstory:
An orphan at birth, Ace had to learn how to survive on her own. She was in a nice orphanage and all, but the simplistic lifestyle was just not for her. And worst of all, she hated being rejected by so many parents. The feeling of not being wanted struck hard on the small child. By the age of nine she decided she wasn't wanted at the orphanage- or rather, it was a waste of time. On the day of her departure, she left silently and left no trace.
Her first encounter with the real world was when she encountered a gang. Being such a little kid, the gang thought she'd be useful like being a decoy for stealing things, and even fitting into small places to grab things. No one would ever expect the innocent little girl to be with such a dangerous gang. It wasn't a family setting and Ace was well aware of that. They supplied food and a home, and she helped them get what they want. But, it was a mutual relationship and the closest one she had to a family.
Ace learned many skills of survival from that gang and learned how to adapt to quick change- like when the cops find your hideout. Or like, how to escape handcuffs. When she was 15, she departed from that gang she only tolerated. Why? Because Ace decided not to tolerate being used by them. It was also a nuisance that it was a male dominated gang. The women weren't seen as often as the men, although Ace was normally around the leader of the gang all the time as a way of being protected by the others. And since then, she has been on her own. Don't worry though, she's clean and has enough knowledge of the real world like math and stuff. Ace has also been able to acquire a few odd jobs in order to survive and buy a small rundown apartment in order to have a place to rest. Currently, she works in a little coffee shop. (Aki ran out of stuff to say...)
Wish: "I don't know, I guess I just want an adventure." But little does she know, or what she hasn't realized yet is... She just wants a friend.
Extra: Did I mention she is a bit of a pyromaniac? Fire is quite the excitement for her. It wouldn't be wise to give her anything like that though; Ace can get a little destructive at times. And sometimes people can get caught in the cross fire- but it's not her fault if someone gets in the way. She has a lighter on her as well.
Anonymous' Character
Name: Lesley LaBelle
Age: 23
Appearance:
Narrowly framed for a male of his physical maturity and looming over heads at 6 foot 4, he appears to be walking on inborn stilts wherever he goes. One may become profoundly confused upon taking a peek at his childhood photographs, for the current giant seemingly sprouted up from a scrawny little shoot. Ah, the magic of puberty. His torso to bottom ratio is quite unbalanced, with his gangling legs taking up a high percentage of his body. Though he has a very svelte figure, his phenotypes are far from skin and bones. He is leanly robust and portrays octopus-like qualities in terms of flexibility.
Both positives and downfalls correlate from such a look. For one, his androgynous, feminine facial appearance sits well on the slender build, but often confuses people around him. Having dyed his hair pink during an anti-bullying event, Lesley's naturally jet black hair became permanently lost. A miserable result from the lack of attention paid to instructions on the box. Also possessing a fear of sharp objects, he refuses to have his hair cut; a shallow phobia acquired from a past incident at the barber's. This avoidance of potentially harmful items has left him with freakishly long hair and an extremely gender bending manifestation. Due to his unrecognizable sex, he has developed a liking for males as well as females from countless experiences of being courted by mislead men. But, he particularly prefers the opposite gender.
Commonly dressed in the most stylishly bizarre outfits, his entire wardrobe is a collection of second hand goods and thrifted clothes. Still indebted to paying his college loans, he tries to get every 'bang for his buck'! Well aware of his girlish state, he is able to shop in both departments for his attire, not minding putting on womanly wear on a day-to-day basis.
Personality:
Probably too over socialized for his own good, Lesley has an open and obnoxious attitude at most. He has spontaneously hyperactive tendencies and is always one to blurt out terms of endearment to people he doesn't even know. Even worse, people who don't even know him. Reactions to his ways vary from, "Wow! I really like this guy(or girl give or take)", to, "My gawd... Take this demon possessed creature away from me!!!". A majority of the human population unfortunately falling into the secondly mentioned category. Truly extroverted, he's the kind of person that's noticeably 'touchy-feely' meaning; he adores holding hands, hugging, touching the other's arm or shoulder whilst conversing, and all sorts of physical interaction (perverse ones included ).
He lives in a bubble of butterflies and rainbows, not that he has zero depression days. Once in a blue moon, he may be found sulking around, being abnormally speechless, or acting excessively tired. Yet, these occurrences are infrequent and only last twenty-four hours tops. Next thing you know, the guy is clinging to your arm, breathing into the hollows of your ears, or dancing around like a spastic worm. Get the imagery? Don't be afraid, he is still very much under control of himself and only acts the way he does when he wants to. Lesley is completely capable of holding pleasant, non-ADHD discussions and molds his character according to the right mood and environment.
Somewhat two-faced, his psyche can be split off into an abundance of groupings and classifications. One of his more perplexing traits are his kiddish or female-esque predispositions. Maybe he'll make a girlish face or pose, want to clutch your hand in the dark, curl up beside you after a bad dream, I could rant about all his habits, but it would likely make you want to wish him into a puppy. Inferring from said facts, he could be dubbed as 'needy' or 'attention-seeker', but to sum up the whole, he just cannot survive without a living, breathing companion by his side. The man was born into a home as an only child after all, some of his qualities feasibly budding from being treated as the lone adolescent in the household.
Back story:
"Mwah! I love you baby! Be safe my sweet little munchkin-poo!"
He had his entire head and a vigorously flailing arm out the window of the taxi as he waved his parents good bye. The thought of finally breaking free from the chains of home made his excitement rocket sky high, the thrill bubbling up his throat like an over boiled pot of water, but the anxiety that resulted from leaving his mother and father were still more than enough to make him start tearing in the eyes. Continuing to perform his parting actions, almost half his body was exposed at the side of the cab, he hadn't realized how dangerous it was until the driver began jabbering frantically as he struggled to yank him back in, all the while steering the wheel of the swerving yellow vehicle.
"Please Sir, I beg of you, put a seat-belt on.."
Lesley could tell he had probably been on the verge of having a heart attack just moments ago, but complied without question as he no longer wanted to further upset the man who was in charge of navigating him to the airport. 'Ah, Empire College. Has a purdy snazzy bite to it!', he exclaimed thoughtfully with a pleased smirk. It took all of his high school savings to pay for the audition fees and he had risked lying about getting accepted just to attend the audition. Empire had been the dreams of his educational career since he was a wee little boy. A group of students from the prestigious school had come down to his state to scout talented kids and teens from all over. The recruitment was an all day affair, and following the jaw dropping performances of the students already attending, auditions and application forms were made available. Snagging a fill out sheet on his own, it sparked something in him that would never burn out until he could call himself a Noble: a special title given to the male division of the institute.
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"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!", the ear shattering scream tore out of its cage and rattled the dormitory brick per brick. His long pink locks bounced and twirled with every jump and leap of his feet from the spring loaded cushions of the mattress. "I'm finally here! I made it! I can't believe it! AH!". The celebration and slow accepting of reality lasted for a good hour until he ultimately collapsed on the ruined bed sheets and duvet cover. Out of breath and sweating bullets, he had come to the realization that he hadn't eaten a thing since breakfast with mom and dad, plus he was in dire need to practice for the audition, though he had trained for it a BAZILLION times! His hopeful show consisted of a well constructed routine for 'Paint Splattering' a portrait of Michael Jackson. He'd rehearsed it endlessly and kept the USB containing is background music of the hit 'Billy Jean' locked up in the hidden pocket of his tiny suitcase. Three fourths of the tryout charges were paid with cash he earned from the dozens of practice paintings of the King of Pop.
Strapping on his combat boots whilst layering his colorful plaid with a comfy sweater, he headed down the halls of the dorm towards the humongous double doors at which he had entered. Already he had received multiple befuddled looks, but he was no longer bothered by them compared to past times.
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Letting out a satisfied burp, he teetered forward and backwards, shifting the weight from the tip of his toes, to the heel of his foot as he awaited the coming of the train. He remembered that his mother had bid him to call her as soon as it hit New Years in Paris! Since Empire was on the outskirts, he was far from the roaring and excitement of the city as they all counted down the hands of the clock. Oh how he wished he was there, smack dab in the middle of all the frenzy.
It took only a single ring for his mother to pick up the phone and simultaneous with her "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" greeting after answering the call, the screeching halt of the train came.
And there it was... floating in mid air inside a compartment full of passengers found on Google images upon searching for 'Weird Creatures' in the URL bar. Lesley immediately dropped his phone, the echo of his mother's questioning "Hellos?" were still heard, but shrouded in the very hidden corners of his attention span as he robotically strode into the eagerly paused express. The moment his last strand of strawberry hair left the censors of the sliding doors, they zipped shut with a spaceship-like exhale.
And still it hovered. His future as a true Noble dangling before his eyes. Wait what? It took him an extended minute or so to realize that the acceptance certificate was literally flying. No one holding it. Not placed on a surface. Zilch. Nada. And before he could ask the purple spotted sloth if she was a magician, the dream of his life, the meaning of his very existence, disappeared with a soul haunting 'POP!' as it indisputably burst like a bubble, never to be seen again.
Extra:
-Androgynous Male
-Goldielocks-> Pinkielocks
-6'4"
-Congenital Stilt-Man
-Stylish Cross-Dresser
-Straightfully Gay
-A bearable Aichmophobic
-Substitutes swears with strange words. Example: "STINKIN' FLAPPING BURLAP SACK... ball"
Wish: "That poopsicle train tricked me! Hmph! It was the acceptance letter that I would've gotten if I hadn't boarded the pooper train in the first place!"
Age: 23
Appearance:
Narrowly framed for a male of his physical maturity and looming over heads at 6 foot 4, he appears to be walking on inborn stilts wherever he goes. One may become profoundly confused upon taking a peek at his childhood photographs, for the current giant seemingly sprouted up from a scrawny little shoot. Ah, the magic of puberty. His torso to bottom ratio is quite unbalanced, with his gangling legs taking up a high percentage of his body. Though he has a very svelte figure, his phenotypes are far from skin and bones. He is leanly robust and portrays octopus-like qualities in terms of flexibility.
Both positives and downfalls correlate from such a look. For one, his androgynous, feminine facial appearance sits well on the slender build, but often confuses people around him. Having dyed his hair pink during an anti-bullying event, Lesley's naturally jet black hair became permanently lost. A miserable result from the lack of attention paid to instructions on the box. Also possessing a fear of sharp objects, he refuses to have his hair cut; a shallow phobia acquired from a past incident at the barber's. This avoidance of potentially harmful items has left him with freakishly long hair and an extremely gender bending manifestation. Due to his unrecognizable sex, he has developed a liking for males as well as females from countless experiences of being courted by mislead men. But, he particularly prefers the opposite gender.
Commonly dressed in the most stylishly bizarre outfits, his entire wardrobe is a collection of second hand goods and thrifted clothes. Still indebted to paying his college loans, he tries to get every 'bang for his buck'! Well aware of his girlish state, he is able to shop in both departments for his attire, not minding putting on womanly wear on a day-to-day basis.
Personality:
Probably too over socialized for his own good, Lesley has an open and obnoxious attitude at most. He has spontaneously hyperactive tendencies and is always one to blurt out terms of endearment to people he doesn't even know. Even worse, people who don't even know him. Reactions to his ways vary from, "Wow! I really like this guy(or girl give or take)", to, "My gawd... Take this demon possessed creature away from me!!!". A majority of the human population unfortunately falling into the secondly mentioned category. Truly extroverted, he's the kind of person that's noticeably 'touchy-feely' meaning; he adores holding hands, hugging, touching the other's arm or shoulder whilst conversing, and all sorts of physical interaction (perverse ones included ).
He lives in a bubble of butterflies and rainbows, not that he has zero depression days. Once in a blue moon, he may be found sulking around, being abnormally speechless, or acting excessively tired. Yet, these occurrences are infrequent and only last twenty-four hours tops. Next thing you know, the guy is clinging to your arm, breathing into the hollows of your ears, or dancing around like a spastic worm. Get the imagery? Don't be afraid, he is still very much under control of himself and only acts the way he does when he wants to. Lesley is completely capable of holding pleasant, non-ADHD discussions and molds his character according to the right mood and environment.
Somewhat two-faced, his psyche can be split off into an abundance of groupings and classifications. One of his more perplexing traits are his kiddish or female-esque predispositions. Maybe he'll make a girlish face or pose, want to clutch your hand in the dark, curl up beside you after a bad dream, I could rant about all his habits, but it would likely make you want to wish him into a puppy. Inferring from said facts, he could be dubbed as 'needy' or 'attention-seeker', but to sum up the whole, he just cannot survive without a living, breathing companion by his side. The man was born into a home as an only child after all, some of his qualities feasibly budding from being treated as the lone adolescent in the household.
Back story:
"Mwah! I love you baby! Be safe my sweet little munchkin-poo!"
He had his entire head and a vigorously flailing arm out the window of the taxi as he waved his parents good bye. The thought of finally breaking free from the chains of home made his excitement rocket sky high, the thrill bubbling up his throat like an over boiled pot of water, but the anxiety that resulted from leaving his mother and father were still more than enough to make him start tearing in the eyes. Continuing to perform his parting actions, almost half his body was exposed at the side of the cab, he hadn't realized how dangerous it was until the driver began jabbering frantically as he struggled to yank him back in, all the while steering the wheel of the swerving yellow vehicle.
"Please Sir, I beg of you, put a seat-belt on.."
Lesley could tell he had probably been on the verge of having a heart attack just moments ago, but complied without question as he no longer wanted to further upset the man who was in charge of navigating him to the airport. 'Ah, Empire College. Has a purdy snazzy bite to it!', he exclaimed thoughtfully with a pleased smirk. It took all of his high school savings to pay for the audition fees and he had risked lying about getting accepted just to attend the audition. Empire had been the dreams of his educational career since he was a wee little boy. A group of students from the prestigious school had come down to his state to scout talented kids and teens from all over. The recruitment was an all day affair, and following the jaw dropping performances of the students already attending, auditions and application forms were made available. Snagging a fill out sheet on his own, it sparked something in him that would never burn out until he could call himself a Noble: a special title given to the male division of the institute.
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"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!", the ear shattering scream tore out of its cage and rattled the dormitory brick per brick. His long pink locks bounced and twirled with every jump and leap of his feet from the spring loaded cushions of the mattress. "I'm finally here! I made it! I can't believe it! AH!". The celebration and slow accepting of reality lasted for a good hour until he ultimately collapsed on the ruined bed sheets and duvet cover. Out of breath and sweating bullets, he had come to the realization that he hadn't eaten a thing since breakfast with mom and dad, plus he was in dire need to practice for the audition, though he had trained for it a BAZILLION times! His hopeful show consisted of a well constructed routine for 'Paint Splattering' a portrait of Michael Jackson. He'd rehearsed it endlessly and kept the USB containing is background music of the hit 'Billy Jean' locked up in the hidden pocket of his tiny suitcase. Three fourths of the tryout charges were paid with cash he earned from the dozens of practice paintings of the King of Pop.
Strapping on his combat boots whilst layering his colorful plaid with a comfy sweater, he headed down the halls of the dorm towards the humongous double doors at which he had entered. Already he had received multiple befuddled looks, but he was no longer bothered by them compared to past times.
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Letting out a satisfied burp, he teetered forward and backwards, shifting the weight from the tip of his toes, to the heel of his foot as he awaited the coming of the train. He remembered that his mother had bid him to call her as soon as it hit New Years in Paris! Since Empire was on the outskirts, he was far from the roaring and excitement of the city as they all counted down the hands of the clock. Oh how he wished he was there, smack dab in the middle of all the frenzy.
It took only a single ring for his mother to pick up the phone and simultaneous with her "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" greeting after answering the call, the screeching halt of the train came.
And there it was... floating in mid air inside a compartment full of passengers found on Google images upon searching for 'Weird Creatures' in the URL bar. Lesley immediately dropped his phone, the echo of his mother's questioning "Hellos?" were still heard, but shrouded in the very hidden corners of his attention span as he robotically strode into the eagerly paused express. The moment his last strand of strawberry hair left the censors of the sliding doors, they zipped shut with a spaceship-like exhale.
And still it hovered. His future as a true Noble dangling before his eyes. Wait what? It took him an extended minute or so to realize that the acceptance certificate was literally flying. No one holding it. Not placed on a surface. Zilch. Nada. And before he could ask the purple spotted sloth if she was a magician, the dream of his life, the meaning of his very existence, disappeared with a soul haunting 'POP!' as it indisputably burst like a bubble, never to be seen again.
Extra:
-Androgynous Male
-Goldielocks-> Pinkielocks
-6'4"
-Congenital Stilt-Man
-Stylish Cross-Dresser
-Straightfully Gay
-A bearable Aichmophobic
-Substitutes swears with strange words. Example: "STINKIN' FLAPPING BURLAP SACK... ball"
Wish: "That poopsicle train tricked me! Hmph! It was the acceptance letter that I would've gotten if I hadn't boarded the pooper train in the first place!"
MUG's Character
Name: Inadi Sihma
Age: 20
Appearance:
Keeps himself relatively well groomed, though his disheveled hair would say otherwise. His 5' 11” frame is not rarely noticed as he is often seen sitting down at a desk or on a stool. His mustard colored eyes draw the curiosity of a few strangers, but rarely does a conversation come up do to those eyes always being focused on some kind of project.
Often seen wearing baggy clothing that shows the exact frame of his near twig like body. He is lanky, but his broad shoulders make him appear much bigger than he actually is. Most of his clothing is often ragged and wrinkled, making it seem like he never washes what he wears. Truth is that because of his posture, normally hunched forward, his shirts and pants always seem much more worn than they actually are. His glasses are not that thick, but he often has problems with them due to their crooked nature. He bent them after falling asleep with them on for years and has yet to really find the motivation to fix his current or buying a new one.
Personality:
Inadi is very much a worrier. He denies this constantly to those who bring it up to him but he seems to always find some kind of problem with every problem. If someone wants to walk through a puddle, he talks about the potential risk that it is deeper than it looks. If someone wants to eat at a new restaurant he worries about the food quality at the place and begins being concerned about the risk of food poisoning. Because of this he rarely likes to take risks and chooses to reserve himself into areas where he is very calm and confident in what is going on around him. If he isn't in control of a situation, he becomes lost and feels as if the entire world around him is becoming a giant mess.
He is very confined into his own little world. Throughout his life he has always found a very deep fear of the unknown. This may have been instituted during his childhood but he doesn't really point to a specific moment in his life that made him go into his almost shut in life style. Not really one to go out and enjoy himself that much he knows little of the outside world as a whole minus what he learns through his own personal research through the internet and magazines he receives.
He is a very imaginative man and chooses to spend his free time writing. He is constantly taking in new thoughts and changing old ones because he wants to find motivation to become some kind of real life changing story. Because of this he has become somewhat of a hyperactive person always taking his new ideas and immediately putting them down. People have assumed he is somewhat psychotic because of this, as he can go from a plain and boring person to suddenly full of energy and shooting his eyes constantly over a piece of paper. Always carrying his pen around he is prepared to write whatever character or story idea that he comes up with while he isn't doing his other work for school and his part time job.
Back story:
Raised up to be a bit of a book worm by his parents, Inadi is actually quite smart and his work tends to show it. Growing up he was always in the top 5 percent among his classmates. He took a few years in university but decided to take time off due to his constant bickering with people in his classes. This bickering was due to the fact that he has a serious control problem within group settings yet does not seem to do anything that goes out of his usual lifestyle.
Since he was a child it seems that Inadi was always set in his ways. He took to same route to school everyday as a child. He ate the same lunch at the same table in the cafeteria everyday. He did his homework at the same time each week and would actually get weeks of homework in advance done at once so he would be able to enjoy his own personal time sitting in his room. Inadi did a lot of reading as a child and this was the reason why he developed his enjoyment of writing. He claims it is because he wants to have people reading his own stories and have them experience his worlds. Again, another controlling aspect of his life, yet he is blind to that truth.
As a older child, somewhere in his early teen years, he was walking home one day and decided to take a different route home. He wanted to get home faster was his excuse, as he wanted to finish a story idea he had started earlier in school that day. Walking down a street he had never seen before and in a place where he knew no one, he realized that perhaps this was a mistake. He began getting followed by older kids in the area and they eventually jumped him right as he was starting to run in fear. They left him alone to lay in the street with bruises and a cut on his lip. He limped back home with his parents up in arms over the situation. While his parent's made a fuss, he simply sat in his room and began blocking the event from his mind. Eventually over the years he has forgotten the detail of the event, yet it comes back in his dreams as if it is trying to strike fear into him.
As of today he is currently living on his own in a small apartment and he uses it mostly for a writing space. Inadi works at a small corner store selling snacks and what not to children and other people that need supplies, and even during his shifts he will write out story ideas. His mind is always racing these days and he continuously does the same basic schedule throughout the week for him. Whenever he goes out of his usual schedule bad things tend to happen and a similar event happened not to recently.
He wanted to experience the real New Years celebration, though he wasn't one to stay out too late on any day. Yet he felt like it would be a good step to try something new. Around midnight he found himself at a train station and looked inside a train that was standing there. Strange things jumping around left and right inside. Curious as to what exactly was going on he decided to step in to get a closer look. Right as he did so the door shut behind him and began taking off. Again, doing something out of his normal pattern cost him. This time he was not entirely sure what exactly what it was going to require in regards to payment.
Wish: Openly, he wants to write a successful novel that the world can enjoy. Subconsciously, he just wants to be able to break free of the self created binds he has made for himself.
Age: 20
Appearance:
Keeps himself relatively well groomed, though his disheveled hair would say otherwise. His 5' 11” frame is not rarely noticed as he is often seen sitting down at a desk or on a stool. His mustard colored eyes draw the curiosity of a few strangers, but rarely does a conversation come up do to those eyes always being focused on some kind of project.
Often seen wearing baggy clothing that shows the exact frame of his near twig like body. He is lanky, but his broad shoulders make him appear much bigger than he actually is. Most of his clothing is often ragged and wrinkled, making it seem like he never washes what he wears. Truth is that because of his posture, normally hunched forward, his shirts and pants always seem much more worn than they actually are. His glasses are not that thick, but he often has problems with them due to their crooked nature. He bent them after falling asleep with them on for years and has yet to really find the motivation to fix his current or buying a new one.
Personality:
Inadi is very much a worrier. He denies this constantly to those who bring it up to him but he seems to always find some kind of problem with every problem. If someone wants to walk through a puddle, he talks about the potential risk that it is deeper than it looks. If someone wants to eat at a new restaurant he worries about the food quality at the place and begins being concerned about the risk of food poisoning. Because of this he rarely likes to take risks and chooses to reserve himself into areas where he is very calm and confident in what is going on around him. If he isn't in control of a situation, he becomes lost and feels as if the entire world around him is becoming a giant mess.
He is very confined into his own little world. Throughout his life he has always found a very deep fear of the unknown. This may have been instituted during his childhood but he doesn't really point to a specific moment in his life that made him go into his almost shut in life style. Not really one to go out and enjoy himself that much he knows little of the outside world as a whole minus what he learns through his own personal research through the internet and magazines he receives.
He is a very imaginative man and chooses to spend his free time writing. He is constantly taking in new thoughts and changing old ones because he wants to find motivation to become some kind of real life changing story. Because of this he has become somewhat of a hyperactive person always taking his new ideas and immediately putting them down. People have assumed he is somewhat psychotic because of this, as he can go from a plain and boring person to suddenly full of energy and shooting his eyes constantly over a piece of paper. Always carrying his pen around he is prepared to write whatever character or story idea that he comes up with while he isn't doing his other work for school and his part time job.
Back story:
Raised up to be a bit of a book worm by his parents, Inadi is actually quite smart and his work tends to show it. Growing up he was always in the top 5 percent among his classmates. He took a few years in university but decided to take time off due to his constant bickering with people in his classes. This bickering was due to the fact that he has a serious control problem within group settings yet does not seem to do anything that goes out of his usual lifestyle.
Since he was a child it seems that Inadi was always set in his ways. He took to same route to school everyday as a child. He ate the same lunch at the same table in the cafeteria everyday. He did his homework at the same time each week and would actually get weeks of homework in advance done at once so he would be able to enjoy his own personal time sitting in his room. Inadi did a lot of reading as a child and this was the reason why he developed his enjoyment of writing. He claims it is because he wants to have people reading his own stories and have them experience his worlds. Again, another controlling aspect of his life, yet he is blind to that truth.
As a older child, somewhere in his early teen years, he was walking home one day and decided to take a different route home. He wanted to get home faster was his excuse, as he wanted to finish a story idea he had started earlier in school that day. Walking down a street he had never seen before and in a place where he knew no one, he realized that perhaps this was a mistake. He began getting followed by older kids in the area and they eventually jumped him right as he was starting to run in fear. They left him alone to lay in the street with bruises and a cut on his lip. He limped back home with his parents up in arms over the situation. While his parent's made a fuss, he simply sat in his room and began blocking the event from his mind. Eventually over the years he has forgotten the detail of the event, yet it comes back in his dreams as if it is trying to strike fear into him.
As of today he is currently living on his own in a small apartment and he uses it mostly for a writing space. Inadi works at a small corner store selling snacks and what not to children and other people that need supplies, and even during his shifts he will write out story ideas. His mind is always racing these days and he continuously does the same basic schedule throughout the week for him. Whenever he goes out of his usual schedule bad things tend to happen and a similar event happened not to recently.
He wanted to experience the real New Years celebration, though he wasn't one to stay out too late on any day. Yet he felt like it would be a good step to try something new. Around midnight he found himself at a train station and looked inside a train that was standing there. Strange things jumping around left and right inside. Curious as to what exactly was going on he decided to step in to get a closer look. Right as he did so the door shut behind him and began taking off. Again, doing something out of his normal pattern cost him. This time he was not entirely sure what exactly what it was going to require in regards to payment.
Wish: Openly, he wants to write a successful novel that the world can enjoy. Subconsciously, he just wants to be able to break free of the self created binds he has made for himself.
Ryver's Character
Name: Niran “Ran” Yuvaves
Age: 36
Appearance:
Many people have wrongly assumed that Niran is Arabic, Hispanic or Indian due to his skin color. Ran has become so accustomed to people asking him questions in Arabic, Malay, Tamil, Bengali and Spanish that he learned how to make small talk in these five languages. This is why no one would have guessed that he is actually Thai.
While Ran is not particularly handsome, his eyes are his most striking feature. People would stop and stare whenever he removes his sunglasses. The reddish brown tone appears orange or even citron under certain light. What is even more mesmerizing is the fact that they appear to glow even in the most dimly lit room. Many relatives and close childhood friends often tease him by calling him “ตาเสือ (da suea)” or “Tiger Eyes”. They claim his eyes reminds them of that particular gemstone.
Once strangers become accustomed to his unusual eye color they will notice that he has the most genuine smile they have ever seen. Hardly anyone can resist smiling back. So despite their initial trepidation they find themselves opening up to him readily. Hence he is often remembered as one of the most charming men they have ever met.
His simple yet elegant outfits only adds to his overall charm. Most of the time he would wear a deep green or brilliant blue shirt, a white vest, a black tie and a pair of tailored pants. His blazer is always the same color as his pants. When he has to dress down he will wear an open collared long sleeved shirt with his usual tailored pants. The only accessory he invests in is a pair of sunglasses.
Personality:
Niran is easy-going and friendly. People love talking to him because he listens attentively and he responds as if he knows a lot about various topics. He isn’t truly knowledgeable, but he knows how to talk his way around unfamiliar topics. Naturally there are topics that he prefers to avoid. He always hesitates slightly when people asks about his goals in life. He feels that he isn’t ready to deal with such a complex issue at this point in time.
Ran is definitely someone you can rely. He is surprisingly resilient even under immense pressure. Somehow he is able to remain calm and cheerful. He seems to be drawing strength from his boundless optimism. Thus he views problems as temporary obstacles that teaches you important life lessons. He never loses sight of the bigger picture.
He relies heavily on his own life experiences when he advises others. The downside is that he avoids giving anyone a straightforward answer because he genuinely wants them to learn and become stronger. He understands that he should be adaptable when guiding someone, but he can be surprisingly dogmatic. His decisions are always guided by what he feels the person actually needs at that point in time.
Creative is the last thing everyone would associate with Niran. He is far too level-headed and conservative. Surprisingly his creativity actually stems from his ability to take a step back and analyze a situation from all possible angles before coming up with a solution. His solutions tend to be more practical rather than creative. Even his art work reflects this trait. He is able to produce beautiful illustrations that captures the essence of the stories, but no one would actually call him gifted. Many sense that he is actually holding him back because he lacks the determination to take the necessary risks. He definitely can think out of the box when forced to.
Backstory
Niran isn’t very bright. He struggled a lot as a student, and he barely completed high school even with all the extra coaching he received from his teachers and private tutors. Rather than forcing him to study at university, Ran’s parents decided to help him capitalize on his apparent artistic talent. They sent him to Tokyo to work as an assistant mangaka.
When he turned twenty five, Ran landed his first job as a part-time illustrator. He was finally accepted as a full-time illustrator after he completed his second project. By then he had already made up his mind to move to America. He even knew which publishing firm he wanted to work for. So he worked hard to build up his portfolio. During this period that he developed his own unique drawing style.
Ran was puzzled why he was so unhappy even though he managed to achieve his goals by the age of thirty two. Even he was forced to admit his drawing style changed dramatically. While his pictures were more sophisticated, they lack the creativity and vitality that he had been so proud of. He hoped that he come out of “creative slump” eventually. He believed he was about to make a breakthrough when he lost his job.
A year ago the publishing firm began downsizing, and his department was one of the first few to be closed. Ran was actually very excited. It would be the longest break he ever had since he was seventeen! He decided to take a year off and spend time with his family back in Bangkok. He planned to return to New York in mid-January to start a new career as a freelance illustrator.
His enthusiasm began to wane after a few months. He felt restless all the time and his insomnia returned in full force. He hadn’t been able to sleep at night. Most of the time he would catch a two hour nap every other afternoon. He refused to take sleeping pills when his mom offered to buy him some.
Almost on whim Ran decided to wander the streets of Bangkok on New Year’s Eve. He spent most of the afternoon sketching at Coffee Beans by Dao. He couldn’t even remember when he fell asleep, but a shy female staff woke him up as the shop was about to close. He raced up the BTS platform hoping to catch the last train home. He paced up and down nervously as he kept glancing at his watch. When he heard the train pull into the station he boarded immediately without a second thought. He was so busy texting his brother that he didn’t notice the other occupants in the train until it left the station…
Wish: “I have forgotten what it’s like to dream. I almost wish I was naïve and idealistic again.”
Age: 36
Appearance:
Many people have wrongly assumed that Niran is Arabic, Hispanic or Indian due to his skin color. Ran has become so accustomed to people asking him questions in Arabic, Malay, Tamil, Bengali and Spanish that he learned how to make small talk in these five languages. This is why no one would have guessed that he is actually Thai.
While Ran is not particularly handsome, his eyes are his most striking feature. People would stop and stare whenever he removes his sunglasses. The reddish brown tone appears orange or even citron under certain light. What is even more mesmerizing is the fact that they appear to glow even in the most dimly lit room. Many relatives and close childhood friends often tease him by calling him “ตาเสือ (da suea)” or “Tiger Eyes”. They claim his eyes reminds them of that particular gemstone.
Once strangers become accustomed to his unusual eye color they will notice that he has the most genuine smile they have ever seen. Hardly anyone can resist smiling back. So despite their initial trepidation they find themselves opening up to him readily. Hence he is often remembered as one of the most charming men they have ever met.
His simple yet elegant outfits only adds to his overall charm. Most of the time he would wear a deep green or brilliant blue shirt, a white vest, a black tie and a pair of tailored pants. His blazer is always the same color as his pants. When he has to dress down he will wear an open collared long sleeved shirt with his usual tailored pants. The only accessory he invests in is a pair of sunglasses.
Personality:
Niran is easy-going and friendly. People love talking to him because he listens attentively and he responds as if he knows a lot about various topics. He isn’t truly knowledgeable, but he knows how to talk his way around unfamiliar topics. Naturally there are topics that he prefers to avoid. He always hesitates slightly when people asks about his goals in life. He feels that he isn’t ready to deal with such a complex issue at this point in time.
Ran is definitely someone you can rely. He is surprisingly resilient even under immense pressure. Somehow he is able to remain calm and cheerful. He seems to be drawing strength from his boundless optimism. Thus he views problems as temporary obstacles that teaches you important life lessons. He never loses sight of the bigger picture.
He relies heavily on his own life experiences when he advises others. The downside is that he avoids giving anyone a straightforward answer because he genuinely wants them to learn and become stronger. He understands that he should be adaptable when guiding someone, but he can be surprisingly dogmatic. His decisions are always guided by what he feels the person actually needs at that point in time.
Creative is the last thing everyone would associate with Niran. He is far too level-headed and conservative. Surprisingly his creativity actually stems from his ability to take a step back and analyze a situation from all possible angles before coming up with a solution. His solutions tend to be more practical rather than creative. Even his art work reflects this trait. He is able to produce beautiful illustrations that captures the essence of the stories, but no one would actually call him gifted. Many sense that he is actually holding him back because he lacks the determination to take the necessary risks. He definitely can think out of the box when forced to.
Backstory
Niran isn’t very bright. He struggled a lot as a student, and he barely completed high school even with all the extra coaching he received from his teachers and private tutors. Rather than forcing him to study at university, Ran’s parents decided to help him capitalize on his apparent artistic talent. They sent him to Tokyo to work as an assistant mangaka.
When he turned twenty five, Ran landed his first job as a part-time illustrator. He was finally accepted as a full-time illustrator after he completed his second project. By then he had already made up his mind to move to America. He even knew which publishing firm he wanted to work for. So he worked hard to build up his portfolio. During this period that he developed his own unique drawing style.
Ran was puzzled why he was so unhappy even though he managed to achieve his goals by the age of thirty two. Even he was forced to admit his drawing style changed dramatically. While his pictures were more sophisticated, they lack the creativity and vitality that he had been so proud of. He hoped that he come out of “creative slump” eventually. He believed he was about to make a breakthrough when he lost his job.
A year ago the publishing firm began downsizing, and his department was one of the first few to be closed. Ran was actually very excited. It would be the longest break he ever had since he was seventeen! He decided to take a year off and spend time with his family back in Bangkok. He planned to return to New York in mid-January to start a new career as a freelance illustrator.
His enthusiasm began to wane after a few months. He felt restless all the time and his insomnia returned in full force. He hadn’t been able to sleep at night. Most of the time he would catch a two hour nap every other afternoon. He refused to take sleeping pills when his mom offered to buy him some.
Almost on whim Ran decided to wander the streets of Bangkok on New Year’s Eve. He spent most of the afternoon sketching at Coffee Beans by Dao. He couldn’t even remember when he fell asleep, but a shy female staff woke him up as the shop was about to close. He raced up the BTS platform hoping to catch the last train home. He paced up and down nervously as he kept glancing at his watch. When he heard the train pull into the station he boarded immediately without a second thought. He was so busy texting his brother that he didn’t notice the other occupants in the train until it left the station…
Wish: “I have forgotten what it’s like to dream. I almost wish I was naïve and idealistic again.”
Thundercat's Character
Name: Toby Turner
Age: 18
Appearance:
Standing at 5'8" and weighing around 145lbs. it's not hard to mistake Toby for a young athlete, which is ironic because he isn't really into sports. Constant outside activity as well as some recreational hobbies have kept Toby pretty much in shape. If he were to cut get a haircut he could pass as a 21 year old, however his passion for dressing like a child and messy blonde hair make him look quite a few years younger.
Personality:
Toby's personality is as colorful and bright as the clothes he wears. Dancing in public to his favorite song, running through the toy aisles of a store, nothing is beyond him. He purposefully acts like a child because he was never happier than when he was a child. With the attitude and behavior of a little kid it's no surprise he gets excited over the slightest things, a good grade on a homework assignment or a simple compliment is enough to skyrocket his mood. Optimistic to the point where it's almost ridiculous, it's a rare thing to see Toby complain or pout over anything, so one would think he just doesn't care about anything or he bottles up his emotions, but both of those statements are completely untrue. He's beyond appreciative of friends, family, really anybody that's nice to him, and will not hesitate to make his emotions known. He comes off as loud and childish, but he just has endless thoughts and feelings and want's to talk about them all. People aren't afraid to open up or talk to him because he's completely straightforward and honest with everybody, no matter who they are, or think they are. Toby treats everybody equally and isn't afraid to speak his mind, in fact he encourages others to do so. Do what makes you happy, be with those that make you happy, live your life however you want and don't listen to what others have to say about it, this is what he believes in.
His behavior, as childish and naive it may be, should not be mistaken as a lack of common sense. He's well aware of how he acts and how others may perceive him. It's more of an act than anything, he won't admit it but he loves to be the center of attention, so he can be really loud and unpredictable at times with his attitude, but it's all for the purpose of fun and entertaining himself and others. As expected Toby may sometimes act immature when it comes to following instructions or behaving properly. But this is never out of spite or simply to be a nuisance, he just hates boredom and prefers to do some things his own way. In a moments notice an essay on habitat destruction will suddenly turn into a five page short story about a squirrel searching for his home that was torn down by giant robots. Usually if he finds a subject or task boring and pointless he won't give it the time of day, but if something interests Toby he'll give one hundred and ten percent. He is not quick to give up on anything and can be very persistent.
It's not all sunshine and rainbows though for Toby, (but he certainly thinks of both on a daily basis) sadly he has serious trust issues and doesn't like to rely on others. As a result he has a few friends but not really somebody he can call a best friend. There are days Toby is stressed and overwhelmed, but he's forced to keep these feelings to himself. These trust issues were brought up due to abandonment and, who would have thought, heartbreak. When a naive, optimistic teenager with the mind of a five year old has deep feelings for somebody and those feelings are returned, a sort of "What could go wrong" state of mind occurs for Toby. Romance is his weakness, but he's not a fool about it, he's not going to fall in love with every girl that shows interest in him. But when he finds somebody worth pouring his heart out too he will not hold back the slightest. Blinded by his emotions he won't realize until it's too late that things can and usually will go wrong, you can imagine something such as a heartbreak can be very hard for somebody like him to cope with and understand.
Trust issues, heartbreak, and mean people aside, fun! Toby. Loves. Fun. He loves to have fun, with himself, with others, with whatever. It doesn't take a lot for him to have a good time and his hyper childish mindset can make it last for a long time. It's difficult to match his energy, he's like a MacGyver of happiness. Even though he can entertain himself with ease he prefers being around his few friends and family, he dislikes feeling alone and constantly wants to do things or be around others. Having Toby as a friend can be fun but sometimes a little tiring. While some would prefer to sit around and relax he prefers going outside or walking around town, playing fun games like cops and robbers or hide and seek, just being active and doing whatever sounds like fun at the time. His imagination is just as hyper and endless. He loves bright colors, the outdoors, sweets and junk food, cartoons, unicorns, dinosaurs, rainbows... you get the idea. Endless energy and imagination have resulted in many outlets for Toby to flourish. He has notebooks littered with random drawings and loves to read books and solve puzzles, anything that can keep his mind active. Music is a big part of his life, at age ten his grandmother bought him a piano for christmas and he spent weeks and weeks in his room, teaching himself to play. He loves to recall the days he spent in his grandmothers house, dancing around the living room to oldies. At the rare moments Toby is bored or being forced to wait, he loves to sing to himself, sometimes songs by his favorite artist or even just about the environment around him. It really is as if he lives in his own world.
When it comes to socializing not an ounce of shyness will reside in Toby's mind. If one can manage to calm him down they'll find out that Toby loves to talk about pretty much anything (jf he likes you of course) he's beyond friendly and easily impressed, but at times can be a bit of a dork. Toby loves to persistently poke at others feelings, thoughts and emotions. Not to be annoying or anything he just likes to dissect people that interest him and find out what makes them tick. He dislikes followers and wants everybody to speak up for themselves, he won't hesitate to stand up for somebody no matter the consequence.
Backstory:
"Weird" is one word that could describe Toby's life, or at least his childhood. There really wasn't anything wrong but constantly Toby felt like something was missing, which could be a result of growing up without a father. He lived with his mother, grandmother, and younger sister, but living in a house of women didn't stop him from becoming a feisty, hyper kid who spent his days outside riding his bike and playing with his friends or just sitting on the couch drawing and watching cartoons. A lack of attention inevitably lead to Toby becoming a class clown in school, a petty troublemaker that made the other students laugh and stressed out his teachers. Life wasn't particularly normal but it was simple, and looking back those years as a kid were some of his best.
It was his teenager years where things began to take a different, unpleasant direction. Toby absolutely hated middle school, suddenly watching cartoons, playing with toys and wearing shirts of his favorite superhero's were all considered "uncool" and "nerdy", all his friends changed practically overnight and Toby was suddenly alone. He refused to surrender to the ridicule, but the isolation was too much, so he joined the school band merely because being called a band geek felt a little better than being called a loser, plus it was nice to have people to actually talk too. Toby spent three very long years trying to survive.
High school, without a doubt, was much worse. A lot worse, but for different reasons. It wasn't the bullying (which was still pretty bad) or the loneliness which he had pretty much gotten used too, it was the death of his grandmother. It came unexpectedly and relentlessly, sending Toby into a spiraling depression. The saying "You don't know what you've got until it's gone" became terribly relevant. His grandmother always encouraged Toby to be himself and do what makes him happy, whenever school was too much she was always there to cheer him up, but now Toby felt more alone than ever. His freshman year felt like a long, gloomy decade.
The following summer he had somewhat of an epiphany, a realization that life, well, kinda sucked. Toby's constant effort dissolved, and transformed into the person he is today. He was never happier than his time spent as a child, so he decided to remain a child. His confidence soared the following school year, the bullying and ridicule didn't even phase him, he said what he wanted, did what he wanted, Toby took control of his life and this brand new confident attitude caught the attention of a few others, who admired his bravery and felt the same as he did.
With a small group of friends to call his own, closure, and newfound confidence, the next few months went by smoothly and happily for Toby. He was more of a child now than ever and cherished his friends and family greatly. Eventually, this brand new Toby also caught the attention of a girl. He wasn't foreign to girls or relationships (nor was he any good at either) but right away this was different. Toby had found his high school sweetheart, he was in love, and spent two years far beyond cloud nine.
This didn't last, as i'm sure you've pieced together. In fact, one month before graduating and entering the world, things took a sudden turn for the worst, practically overnight. Toby's relationship with the girl of dreams had ended, not in a "this isn't working out" kind of way, but a "i cheated on you multiple times" kind of way. Not even a week later, his mother was hospitalized due to a car crash. Both Toby and his sister were forced to find jobs to support the family, who were now in debt.
Extra: "Do you like swimming? Do you guys swim here? I can hold my breath for like, 3 minutes. I really like swimming haha it's fun, I kind of close my eyes sometimes and pretend i'm floating in space, except like, if space was wet, or something. Heh."
What did you wish for?: "It's really unfair, because nobody warns you. Nobody like, grabs you by the shoulders and says hey, everything is really gonna suck, and you're gonna be really sad, and it doesn't ever really get better you just kinda learn to deal with it y'know. That's not fair. I grew up under the impression I can be whatever I want and everything's gonna be fine but i'm like two weeks away from graduating and I don't know what i'm gonna do with my life, that's stupid! We don't have any money for college, and college sounds dumb anyways. I want to be a kid again. I want to wake up everyday and eat my grandma's breakfast while I watch cartoons and stuff y'know. And ride my bike too, and draw and all that stuff like, I want that. Forever."
Age: 18
Appearance:
Standing at 5'8" and weighing around 145lbs. it's not hard to mistake Toby for a young athlete, which is ironic because he isn't really into sports. Constant outside activity as well as some recreational hobbies have kept Toby pretty much in shape. If he were to cut get a haircut he could pass as a 21 year old, however his passion for dressing like a child and messy blonde hair make him look quite a few years younger.
Personality:
Toby's personality is as colorful and bright as the clothes he wears. Dancing in public to his favorite song, running through the toy aisles of a store, nothing is beyond him. He purposefully acts like a child because he was never happier than when he was a child. With the attitude and behavior of a little kid it's no surprise he gets excited over the slightest things, a good grade on a homework assignment or a simple compliment is enough to skyrocket his mood. Optimistic to the point where it's almost ridiculous, it's a rare thing to see Toby complain or pout over anything, so one would think he just doesn't care about anything or he bottles up his emotions, but both of those statements are completely untrue. He's beyond appreciative of friends, family, really anybody that's nice to him, and will not hesitate to make his emotions known. He comes off as loud and childish, but he just has endless thoughts and feelings and want's to talk about them all. People aren't afraid to open up or talk to him because he's completely straightforward and honest with everybody, no matter who they are, or think they are. Toby treats everybody equally and isn't afraid to speak his mind, in fact he encourages others to do so. Do what makes you happy, be with those that make you happy, live your life however you want and don't listen to what others have to say about it, this is what he believes in.
His behavior, as childish and naive it may be, should not be mistaken as a lack of common sense. He's well aware of how he acts and how others may perceive him. It's more of an act than anything, he won't admit it but he loves to be the center of attention, so he can be really loud and unpredictable at times with his attitude, but it's all for the purpose of fun and entertaining himself and others. As expected Toby may sometimes act immature when it comes to following instructions or behaving properly. But this is never out of spite or simply to be a nuisance, he just hates boredom and prefers to do some things his own way. In a moments notice an essay on habitat destruction will suddenly turn into a five page short story about a squirrel searching for his home that was torn down by giant robots. Usually if he finds a subject or task boring and pointless he won't give it the time of day, but if something interests Toby he'll give one hundred and ten percent. He is not quick to give up on anything and can be very persistent.
It's not all sunshine and rainbows though for Toby, (but he certainly thinks of both on a daily basis) sadly he has serious trust issues and doesn't like to rely on others. As a result he has a few friends but not really somebody he can call a best friend. There are days Toby is stressed and overwhelmed, but he's forced to keep these feelings to himself. These trust issues were brought up due to abandonment and, who would have thought, heartbreak. When a naive, optimistic teenager with the mind of a five year old has deep feelings for somebody and those feelings are returned, a sort of "What could go wrong" state of mind occurs for Toby. Romance is his weakness, but he's not a fool about it, he's not going to fall in love with every girl that shows interest in him. But when he finds somebody worth pouring his heart out too he will not hold back the slightest. Blinded by his emotions he won't realize until it's too late that things can and usually will go wrong, you can imagine something such as a heartbreak can be very hard for somebody like him to cope with and understand.
Trust issues, heartbreak, and mean people aside, fun! Toby. Loves. Fun. He loves to have fun, with himself, with others, with whatever. It doesn't take a lot for him to have a good time and his hyper childish mindset can make it last for a long time. It's difficult to match his energy, he's like a MacGyver of happiness. Even though he can entertain himself with ease he prefers being around his few friends and family, he dislikes feeling alone and constantly wants to do things or be around others. Having Toby as a friend can be fun but sometimes a little tiring. While some would prefer to sit around and relax he prefers going outside or walking around town, playing fun games like cops and robbers or hide and seek, just being active and doing whatever sounds like fun at the time. His imagination is just as hyper and endless. He loves bright colors, the outdoors, sweets and junk food, cartoons, unicorns, dinosaurs, rainbows... you get the idea. Endless energy and imagination have resulted in many outlets for Toby to flourish. He has notebooks littered with random drawings and loves to read books and solve puzzles, anything that can keep his mind active. Music is a big part of his life, at age ten his grandmother bought him a piano for christmas and he spent weeks and weeks in his room, teaching himself to play. He loves to recall the days he spent in his grandmothers house, dancing around the living room to oldies. At the rare moments Toby is bored or being forced to wait, he loves to sing to himself, sometimes songs by his favorite artist or even just about the environment around him. It really is as if he lives in his own world.
When it comes to socializing not an ounce of shyness will reside in Toby's mind. If one can manage to calm him down they'll find out that Toby loves to talk about pretty much anything (jf he likes you of course) he's beyond friendly and easily impressed, but at times can be a bit of a dork. Toby loves to persistently poke at others feelings, thoughts and emotions. Not to be annoying or anything he just likes to dissect people that interest him and find out what makes them tick. He dislikes followers and wants everybody to speak up for themselves, he won't hesitate to stand up for somebody no matter the consequence.
Backstory:
"Weird" is one word that could describe Toby's life, or at least his childhood. There really wasn't anything wrong but constantly Toby felt like something was missing, which could be a result of growing up without a father. He lived with his mother, grandmother, and younger sister, but living in a house of women didn't stop him from becoming a feisty, hyper kid who spent his days outside riding his bike and playing with his friends or just sitting on the couch drawing and watching cartoons. A lack of attention inevitably lead to Toby becoming a class clown in school, a petty troublemaker that made the other students laugh and stressed out his teachers. Life wasn't particularly normal but it was simple, and looking back those years as a kid were some of his best.
It was his teenager years where things began to take a different, unpleasant direction. Toby absolutely hated middle school, suddenly watching cartoons, playing with toys and wearing shirts of his favorite superhero's were all considered "uncool" and "nerdy", all his friends changed practically overnight and Toby was suddenly alone. He refused to surrender to the ridicule, but the isolation was too much, so he joined the school band merely because being called a band geek felt a little better than being called a loser, plus it was nice to have people to actually talk too. Toby spent three very long years trying to survive.
High school, without a doubt, was much worse. A lot worse, but for different reasons. It wasn't the bullying (which was still pretty bad) or the loneliness which he had pretty much gotten used too, it was the death of his grandmother. It came unexpectedly and relentlessly, sending Toby into a spiraling depression. The saying "You don't know what you've got until it's gone" became terribly relevant. His grandmother always encouraged Toby to be himself and do what makes him happy, whenever school was too much she was always there to cheer him up, but now Toby felt more alone than ever. His freshman year felt like a long, gloomy decade.
The following summer he had somewhat of an epiphany, a realization that life, well, kinda sucked. Toby's constant effort dissolved, and transformed into the person he is today. He was never happier than his time spent as a child, so he decided to remain a child. His confidence soared the following school year, the bullying and ridicule didn't even phase him, he said what he wanted, did what he wanted, Toby took control of his life and this brand new confident attitude caught the attention of a few others, who admired his bravery and felt the same as he did.
With a small group of friends to call his own, closure, and newfound confidence, the next few months went by smoothly and happily for Toby. He was more of a child now than ever and cherished his friends and family greatly. Eventually, this brand new Toby also caught the attention of a girl. He wasn't foreign to girls or relationships (nor was he any good at either) but right away this was different. Toby had found his high school sweetheart, he was in love, and spent two years far beyond cloud nine.
This didn't last, as i'm sure you've pieced together. In fact, one month before graduating and entering the world, things took a sudden turn for the worst, practically overnight. Toby's relationship with the girl of dreams had ended, not in a "this isn't working out" kind of way, but a "i cheated on you multiple times" kind of way. Not even a week later, his mother was hospitalized due to a car crash. Both Toby and his sister were forced to find jobs to support the family, who were now in debt.
Extra: "Do you like swimming? Do you guys swim here? I can hold my breath for like, 3 minutes. I really like swimming haha it's fun, I kind of close my eyes sometimes and pretend i'm floating in space, except like, if space was wet, or something. Heh."
What did you wish for?: "It's really unfair, because nobody warns you. Nobody like, grabs you by the shoulders and says hey, everything is really gonna suck, and you're gonna be really sad, and it doesn't ever really get better you just kinda learn to deal with it y'know. That's not fair. I grew up under the impression I can be whatever I want and everything's gonna be fine but i'm like two weeks away from graduating and I don't know what i'm gonna do with my life, that's stupid! We don't have any money for college, and college sounds dumb anyways. I want to be a kid again. I want to wake up everyday and eat my grandma's breakfast while I watch cartoons and stuff y'know. And ride my bike too, and draw and all that stuff like, I want that. Forever."