Hmz. Well, I did finally finish writing out Personality, but I'm not sure if it could maybe use more refinement. It'd be interesting to see a friendship develope between those two. :P ----- [hider=Tyson Hallem] [b][i]Name:[/i][/b] Tyson Hallam [b][i]Age:[/i][/b] 19 [b][i]Gender:[/i][/b] Male [b][i]Appearance:[/i][/b]A brown pony-tail sprouts from the back of Tyson's head, its wiry nature complimenting a full, less-tamed beard. The head-hair flows below shoulder length in the rare times it's left undone, and the beard is two inches at the longest. Green eyes peek between the dark circles of his face, freckles veering away from this darker territory on his skin. As for skin tone, his own shows some genetic ambiguity, somewhere vaguely within the region of 'caucasian', but tanned overall. Tyson's body is free of fat to a possibly-unhealthy extent, and the muscle he has is compact, so his general appearance is almost bone-thin. Conversely, his frame is wide, and not especially tall. Tyson doesn't, at this stage of his life, have much in the way of clothing. His one set of is a quite-filthy pair of jeans, once-white t-shirt, and a thick, black coat, plus sturdy but used boots. He keeps a length of bright yellow rope around his waist, where a belt might otherwise go. The ostensible cleanliness of the rope proves a stark contrast with the rest of his gear. [b][i]Personality:[/i][/b] These days, Tyson avoids any sort of serious relations with people, as a way of life. He wanders, helps anyone who seems like they need it, but keeps his hands clean of responsibilities and obligations. Tyson honestly tries to see everyone objectively, and not to judge them based on any perceived faults, but is not especially good at assessing his own issues, preferring instead to try and escape them, and not let them accumulate. Tyson takes this approach to virtually his entire life, and a large part of his decision-making about who to help is usually based on how neatly the problem can be considered resolved. The more time an issue will take, the more he would need to be invested in a particular area and group of people. At the same time, Tyson doesn't keep people he interacts with at a distance, his basic assumption being that distance will manifest when he moves on and wanders elsewhere. [b][i]Brief Biography:[/i][/b] Tyson's early life didn't involve much movement. He lived in the same place his father had, and various ancestors for two or three centuries previously. As a child, this was hardly a concern, apart from a vague sense of comfort. The woods he lived in were more pressing, and he explored what he was allowed to with his dogs, who kept him more company than humans. Tyson's parents kept him away from society for the most part, in an effort to give him a better childhood than their own lackluster ones. When the boy did make friends, he did so with ease and enthusiasm, happy to have more people to talk to about running, swimming, climbing trees, and playing games. This lasted until he moved from his quite-small elementary school to the massive local middle school, which accounted for five towns. Suddenly, Tyson's efforts to be pleasant and cheerful for everyone were spread among far too many people, and it began to wear on him. As years passed, the woods he lived in disappeared, making way for new houses, and even a small general store, eventually. This increased the social pressure Tyson felt, and made his private space smaller and smaller, limited to his house, and the more secure rooms within. Tyson lost his grasp on his friends, so casually associated with before, as they sought more meaningful relationships. This did not assuage his stress though, as he now was only social out of necessity and obligation. Eventually it came to a head, when Tyson dropped out of school. After that, his relationship with his parents crumbled, and he made little effort to retain it. Tyson retreated further into himself, not working or going back to school, and eventually not eating. He was medicated for a time, but this did not help much, and he became more silent. Finally, when legally an adult, he left home with no preamble, and only a set of clothes, a knife, and some matches. It was in this fashion that Tyson travelled for over a year, exploring the countryside, learning first-hand about what a genuinely difficult life entailed, and sharing stories with other people on the road. It was only months in that he began to regain his youthful cheer, and spent much time on self-reflection, as well as helping anyone he came across who would ask or need it of someone so ragged as himself. In his most recent venture, Tyson stopped a spat of drunken spousal abuse, and paid for it in blood. The prospective victim ended up calling an ambulance, while her husband drove off to wherever. The hospital he was taken to was the same as where one Dallas Robertson slept in his coma. [b][i]Talent:[/i][/b] Tyson has a vastly underutilized knack for speech and language, and a quite-accurate phonetic memory to complement it. Mostly he's used this ability to quote and mimic with startling accuracy, but he does have a rudimentary grasp of Japanese and Spanish, and is a quick learner. [b][i]Relationship With Parents:[/i][/b] For more than a year, Tyson has not had any relationship with his parents. While he doesn't talk about them freely, he is aware that he has been grievously unkind to the two, and is afraid to confront this. Quite secretly, Tyson likes to think that his getting out in the world again would please his parents, but he knows his father would be disgusted with his lifestyle, and his mother terrified for him. [b][i]Number:[/i][/b] 2 [b][i]Virtue:[/i][/b] Kindness [/hider]