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Oh dear, he's so attractive. Oh dear.

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AGREED but....have you seen tish
im sorry i want her hair

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this might be added to because it's kinda lackluster OOPS

River Dittmar

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RIVER DITTMAR

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"I don't give a damn, except that I get bored sometimes when people tell me to act my age."
— Holden Caulfield
PSEUDOLOGIA FANTASTICA | EVIL | NOBODY MOVE, NOBODY GET HURT

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Basic Information

Name

River Van Dittmar

| Age |

25

| Gender |

cisgender male

| Occupation |

Freelance writer (or he'll just mooch off of his friends; freeloading writer)

| Sexuality |

Undefined

| Relationship Status |

Single

| Education Level |

High school dropout; received GED at 20

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In-Depth Appearance

| Appearance |

Most noticeable about River are his tattoos - suppose that's where we start. He has a myriad along his arms, forming 'sleeves': his first one is part Alkaline Trio (a band), and lots of other random incorporations, but mostly it forms a skull in a heart. There's a koala bear drinking Seagram’s 7 Crown whiskey, which was recent and purely out of impulse. He has an inverted cross, open for interpretation. The Misfits skull was his second tattoo, and the Danzig was his third (not to mention it was done messily by some addict at a party). He's got plenty of incompletes, but one that stands out most is his unfinished Batman tattoo, done by a friend. Then there's a matching Batman logo, which simply reminds him of his childhood as a comic book-obsessed kid. He's got Azrael, the avenging angel in the Batman: Knightfall series, that came in when [the series’ villain] Bane broke Bruce Wayne’s back. Finally, he's got song lyrics written all along his chest, collarbones, and hands, kind of cringey, but he constantly display them.

For someone who's actually quite sensitive, River obviously rocks the 'punk' look. He wears his hair long, jet-black, and with an undercut, so that only the front sweeps over his face. He has militant features, with a sharp and angular jawline, hollowed out from thin cheeks juxtaposed with prominent cheekbones. His nose is very feline, coming down straight and ending in a small point and nostrils, with one piercing on the right. His lips appear to be constantly curved at the very edges, only adding to how catlike he seems - presumably to look a little less innocuous, River has his bottom lip pierced. Most prominent, however, are his eyes, a very vibrant yet pale green, with sharply arched eyebrows looming over them in a constant furrow that makes him look pretty damn irritated all the time. From his face alone, you'd have guessed he was in high school still.

It could be argued that he's kind of wimpy figure tells that tale, too. Not in height - in fact, River stands at a ridiculous six foot three, which one wouldn't expect if they looked at his face alone - but in weight, where he seems unable to pack on any muscle or actual fat. He weighs 150 pounds, and the only muscle he has comes from roughhousing, only apparent on his upper arms and maybe his calves; otherwise, he has a thin, straight torso, with similarly shaped legs. He's not the intimidating kind of six-foot-three giant, that's for sure.

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M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

- He picks at his tattoos. It's annoying for both the artist and himself, when he looks back to find that pretty damn good art has faded by his own accord.
- Similarly, he plays with his piercings whenever he's thinking. River will, during regularly conversation, constantly swipe his tongue over the ring in his lip, or bite down on it carelessly. It makes your toes curl to watch.
- To compensate for his unbelievable height, River slouches. He looks like the goddam Hunchback of Notre Dame, if the Hunchback was some punk rocker. He's always sticking his spine and shoulderblades out, like he's preparing to take flight.
- Obsessed with his hair. Won't let anyone touch it unless they're deemed worthy. He wears so much product in it he smells like a walking perfume manufacturer.
- Doesn't seem to understand how to control the volume of his voice. River, when he's excited, will suddenly start shouting, or at least forget how to use his 'inside voice.'

Hobbies:

- Obviously, writing. It's not always for payment, though. To mess with his friends, he'll write little stories featuring them. It's both unsettling and endearing.
- Ever the artist, River has a penchant for sketching on random things, but never seems to have his own sketchbook. You'll find little portraits on restaurant napkins, or bus stop benches, or scratched into cement in train stations, or in finger smudges on windows - really, the list is never-ending, and it's all done by River.
- He's a hoarder. He collects things and refuses to give them away. "What's that?" "Y'know, my water bottle wrapper collection." No one collects those, River. He insists that they have special meanings.

Likes:

- Literature (particularly American Depression & Prohibition-era)
- Physical exercise
- Fruit juice (always seems to have a bottle on hand)
- Dark clothing. In summer. He's gotta be stopped.
- Music. Any type. You name it. Especially random-ass tracks on SoundCloud.

Dislikes:

- Anything where he's to be judged or tested or compared - which is exactly why he loathed school.
- When he doesn't receive immediate gratification. Impatient kid.
- Standing around anywhere. He'll up and ditch the train station if his ride's taking too long.
- Coffee shops. Malls. Thinks they're pretentious. Similarly, clubs, but because he thinks everyone's a phony.
- PDA. God help him, he has no sympathy for people who are always kissing and hugging needlessly.

Fears:

- Isolation/solitude/general loneliness
- He fears anxiety. It doesn't make sense, but if the situation seems like one that'll trigger a panic of any sort, River will give up - he's afraid of getting out of his safe little shell.
- Authority. For someone who is such a delinquent, he's not calibrated to the police.

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Delving Deeper

Personality

♦ Strong-willed ♦ Fearful ♦ Sensitive ♦ Clingy ♦

On one hand, River has the perseverance and drive to do what needs to be done. He is self-sufficient and does not need to depend on other people for the material and physical things in life. On the other hand, he depends on people for emotional support and encouragement. He is not fully self-actualized, and needs the constant support of others and will not be very independent. He craves attention and comfort from other people and he is happiest when he has a small, close knit group of friends or family. River is extremely loyal to those who appreciate and support him. He projects any good feeling onto other people instead of basking in it. Those who want to share deep emotional thoughts and opinions with River might feel that the scales are tipped on one side, for he will rarely reveal his actual feelings.

Aside from incredible shyness and passivity, he is amazingly persevering and will stand up for what he believes in. River is fragile, unpredictable, and temperamental; more than anyone he's known, River needs to be needed. Even when all needs are satisfied, he can be irritable and cranky. His temperament is uneasy and delicate - River has wild mood swings and frequent temper tantrums. Unfortunately, he is easily offended and will sulk and wallow in self pity for a long time when he gets hurt.

It is difficult for River to open up and have a close emotionally fulfilled relationship with someone because he is so closed off, both emotionally and physically, to the world. Driven by his fear of trust, he has a difficult time developing any honest connection between himself and others. He builds up anger and resentment inside, and his contradictory nature really takes a toll on him - River has a very negative outlook on life, thinking that it is just too hard and miserable. When good experiences are to be had, he is skeptical of joyful people and his surroundings. He typically experiences "tunnel vision" due to his depressed outlook, and misses the nice things and pleasant experiences in life that make it worth living.

In addition to a lack of trust in people, River is deeply sensitive and easily hurt. He lives in the past, holding old events close to him and dwelling solely in his memories. Constantly sick with nostalgia, River comes off as mysterious, filled with contradictions. Typically he's very helpful to others, yet sometimes can be cranky and indifferent. His driving, forceful personality can be easily hidden beneath a calm and cool exterior. He is very possessive; not just with material possessions, but with people as well. River will always want to stay in touch with old friends and anyone who has ever been close to him, because it is easier to maintain a friendship than attempt to learn to trust a new person. His memory is excellent and he's very observant, able to read people like the back of his hand. He can usually tell if other people's intentions are good or not.

| History |

River grew up in one of the worst neighbourhoods in state - Opa-Locka. He was raised around dealers, mobsters, what have you, and predictably took up the habits of all of these people. Most frequently, he took the weaker route of shoplifting, but was not very discreet about it. In fact, River picked 'favourites,' finding convenience stores that were run by other preteens-to-teens who were much weaker than him (or, compared to the massive River, normal-sized), and worked them into his schedule in such a way that he could hit the shops when no one was able to stop him in his tracks. Despite growing up relatively poor, then, River was able to get by with plenty of food. suffice to say that everything he received in abundance was stolen, time and time again.

His parents were unable to provide because, in his biological mother's case, she was six feet under, and his father was living off welfare. The living parent was injured during military service and decided that, at thirty-five years old, he was all set to retire. While he wasn't entirely disabled (left with a semi-functional shoulder), River's father believed himself to be unable to work entirely and earned pity from his own parents. So, River, his half-sisters Rebecca and Pamela, and his father moved in to two eighty-year-old retirees' run-down home in Miami when he was twelve years old. He was distant from his grandparents, but was easy enough on them because he was aware enough to recognise the complications that came from living on their set income.

He was the favourite child because his special talent was stealing. His half-sisters, eight-year-old twins, were worse off because they had no particular gifts. Not even River treated them very well, always forcing them to distract shopkeeps that he was unable to physically overpower, throwing his household responsiblities upon them, and more. His treatment of his younger sisters was always iffy, and worsened by the fact that he sometimes protected them. When they were being bullied at school or boys behaved like they were wont to around Rebecca and Pamela, River was the first one they came to, and he was the one that sent these abusers to the ICU.

His misfit attitude is what got him sent to juvenile detention multiple times throughout his adolescence. River was even sectioned into behavioral health systems (or, what his father liked to insensitively call 'mental asylums'), and, despite being neurotypical in the truest sense of the word, was misdiagnosed with bipolar I. River never really grew from these visits, other than racking up an extreme amount of hospital bills (which he, of course, paid back himself, even if it took some time to launder all of that money). Because of all this detention and institution business, River was unable to put in enough hours at school. He was expelled when he was fifteen, and finally dropped out on his sixteenth birthday ("about time," he'd say).

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M I S C

| Family |

Deceased mother, living & retired father, two healthy grandparents (fathers' side), two half-sisters (twins). They're all not very well off, living on a set income.

| Anything Else |

U'MMMMMMMMM JESUS I DON'T KNOW i like the x-files man

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<Snipped quote by foxygen>

All yours, love. We had it reserved for ya! <3

@Dirty Pretty Lies

i love u
OKAY i'm debating on recycling a character and making a new one so i'll give you an FC n' stuff shortly!!

@foxygen We've been expecting you

@lovely complex

im terrified of my mom

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WAIT IS THERE STILL THAT LAST SPOT
I'M LATE
i want.,....to put my handsies on it

The Last Alliance- Always Accepting!

Alcatraz. Weird name. Usually Charlie's an idiot when it comes to history, but he briefly recalled the origins of such a name: that goddam penitentiary from the fifties or whatever. Ever the delinquent, he knew what it was, but nothing about it. 'cept that brother Al stayed there for a little while. It occurred to him that maybe there was no correlation between the kid's name and that hellhole, but he didn't entertain the possibility for very long. "Boy. You from San Fran? More specifically, the Bay?" He was horsing around, of course, and showed as much with a delightful little sneer. 'Shapeshifter,' while surprising, was nothing he could deduce much from, and he figured he'd look like an idiot if he asked anything now.

'Why ignore him if he might have a point? I don't mind a good ol' fashioned beat-down,' HA. Finally someone with some sense. Charlie shot his elf-pal a look of told ya so, only to be met with a little mutter against prison kid. Charlie decided he didn't like that attitude and rolled his eyes resolutely. What he did like, though, was this Alcatraz fellow, who seemed to be on the same page, and he nearly offered his helping hand for the scouting spiel; really, it was more important to stick to Fletcher, and if all three of them went along to look around, they'd make a right crowd. Plus, unbeknownst to him, that wouldn't exactly help Al in taking the reins. Instead of speaking up further, he looked to the "manticore" who introduced himself. Similar to Al, his name had some implications. Not that Charlie was very religious, but Hell, everyone knew of good ol' Dante's Inferno. He looked pretty damn amused at the thought of this guy in charge of Hell. Still, the dark elf had no idea who this Dante in particular was, nor any clue what the hell a manticore was able to do.

He nodded along vaguely as someone he assumed was the leader went on about vampire facts. Jesus, it was like her goddam party trick, pulling these anecdotes out of her ass. Clenching his jaw to keep from mentioning it, Charlie simply nodded in understanding when she waited for confirmation, then arched his eyebrow inquisitively when Fletcher turned to him with a question. "Well—" He paused, stuck his foot out to step on Fletch's tapping one, and pieced through his handy-dandy folder to find the information he was asking after. "Are they made of pure, undiluted silver? Whatever the hell 'undiluted' means. I mean, you could bake some garlic arrows, I dunno." Charlie just snickered to himself about his own cleverness before realising Fletcher had some issues 'getting' jokes. "No, hey, yeah, make sure they're silver, but it's not, y'know, the most important thing." He didn't bother to explain. Surely Fletch knew that shooting something with an arrow would fuck it up regardless of material. Rather, he went over briefly to grab hold of a baton - Charlie was much less of a ranged fighter, more of a destructive centre force.

The Lost ~Currently Not Accepting~

When Ariel realizes just how many people heard her, she's gonna be like 'Oh shit' xD

@HaleyTheRandom

OH GOD WAS SHE QUIET ABOUT IT
i'm so sorry omfg i can go back and change my post if you'd like xD i assumed she was loud and clear ahaha

The Lost ~Currently Not Accepting~

@SouffleGirl123 WHEN IS HE NOT XD

thank god for alex he's so pure

The Lost ~Currently Not Accepting~

JAREK ANTHONY WILHELM

CURRENTLY WEARING

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Watching Cass go on her tangent again was more amusing than it was infuriating. In fact, Jarek found himself smiling, verging on laughter, before he heard the little transaction from Jarvis to Ada. He raised an eyebrow, but wasn't immediately offended - this was the kind of thing they joked about together, after all. Following almost just after Jar, he was finally out the door. His eyes landed, first and foremost, on the Charger that he'd deigned to go in. "Damn!" he said under his breath, nodding in almost approval at the thing. He wasn't quick to jump on in, considering he had no luggage to load up - just the backpack strapped over his shoulders, really; it's not like a rich kid would need to bring a lot other than their wallet with them - and he didn't need his bike. Maybe. He shot a hesitant look at the dingy old thing before deciding that, no, he didn't.

Jarek hadn't noticed the nonverbal exchange between the neighbours and Theo, but apparently, Jarvis had. He smiled vaguely at the joke, then it disappeared as the accidental innuendo was made. Funny how even someone as innocent as Jar couldn't recover from that. He looked semi-entertained by the way Jarvis reacted to his own mistake, and when Theo responded in a gregarious but still rather suggestive manner, Jarek quickly moved forward, shooting them both scrutinizing looks. "Hey, thanks for the ride, Teddy dearest," he uttered hastily, nearly cutting off Theo in his excitement. The other male was one of the few on this trip that could take a joke and throw it back as he just had, and usually Jarek would appreciate such an accomplishment, but he was still horrifically possessive. He shot Jarvis a look that featured an arched brow, then tugged his backpack off and set it in the Charger without waiting for permission. Plus, no way he was trusting Alex with his things, as little as he was taking. Dude was too quiet.

He was settling back down again when he noted the arrival of another car, and perked up in preparation to ask who else they'd invited, before spotting the look on Ariel's face. Yikes. Must not be another friend. In fact, the man who emerged didn't look nearly their age... but he was addressing Ariel like he had the authority to be such a dick. Now, Jarek didn't have a lot of experience with dads this horrendous - his own was distant, but he didn't berate his son like Ariel's father was to her - but he had plenty when it came to dealing with bad people. Jarvis used to be a frequent victim of bullying, physically or otherwise, before Jarek gained a reputation of being the brawler. That might have inflated his own ego, however, because he was staring down the uninvited man like an assassin might with their victim. What worsened his mood was the gentle voice Ariel responded in.

But then she gathered her courage, and that biting inquiry was enough to earn a little smirk from Jarek - one of pride, most of all. He stepped forward, meeting Theo on the other side and behind Ariel, forming some sort of defence squad formation. However, Jay wasn't exactly that great at self-control. He whipped ahead suddenly, and to make up for being one of the shortest men present, squared his shoulders to appear more intimidating. Didn't work all that well. Hell, he might've been worse if he told Mr. Gray about his own father's paycheck. Nevertheless, the only option that appeared to him now was physical violence. "Yeah, unless you're willing to beat up some kids in front of an audience -" He gestured to the neighbours that Theo was 'flirting' with. "...you'd better get back in your fancy German car and fuck off." As silly as he was acting, Jarek looked entirely sure of himself, not breaking eye contact with the man. He was calculating his advantages, really; not much physically, but his own father's a lawyer, and surely this guy could get in trouble if he actually decided to attack. Most of them were minors, after all.

The Lost ~Currently Not Accepting~

jarek is too violent he might straight up brawl papa gray