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The ball grew nearer and Caslan made his way to Sindia's room. He wasn't sure why he was being made to wear a mask. While his title would easily afford him an invitation to attend, he wasn't going as a guest. As a member of the palace guard, he would spend the night assuring the event and all those who arrived were safe and secure. In all honesty, he preferred it that way. Caslan Fang may have been a Count, but he was very poor at small talk and relaxing. Even so, the princess required everyone in attendance to dress for the occassion. As she was his princess and it was her birthday, he could hardly refuse her. It was quite difficult to find a mask that fit his face. Everything just seemed so small on his larger than life frame. That's why he was going to see his sister.

After giving a few short but firm knocks, Caslan entered the room, ducking his head slightly as he walked through the door. He offered his younger sister the most genuine smile. She was truly the only person that made him happy these days. Well... perhaps not the only one. "Shouldn't you be getting ready by now?" Caslan asked playfully. Sindia suited this lifestyle much better than he ever could. She was undoubtedly a lady and he was only happy that his appointment meant that she could live in the palace as well. He'd never seen her shine quite so much at home as she did here. It made him feel much better than leaving her so far away from him. At least here he could watch over her.

Looking at the table, he noticed the leather raven mask staring back at him. "Is this it?" Stepping forward, he picked up the mask and examined it. The detail on the feathers was exquisite, though he expected nothing less. He turned it around in his hands and then walked over to the mirror and held it up to his face. It fit him like a glove, like anything his sister made for him. She knew how difficult it was for him to find things that fit his frame. She'd always been so good about accommodating him. He couldn't help but smile at how perfectly it sat against his skin, even hiding the scar that lay along his cheek. After a moment, he slowly lowered the mask and turned again to look at Sindia, his smile more sheepish this time.

"Thank you for this. I'll feel much more at ease knowing I don't look like a total idiot out there." He pushed his fingers back through his white hair, something else on the tip of his tongue. She probably knew what he was going to say by now, but he felt the need to say it anyway. "Listen, I want you to be careful tonight. There are going to be a lot of people... a lot of strangers. If you need me for any reason..." He tapped the mask gently with his fingertips. "Well, you know how to find me." She wasn't a child anymore, but he still felt it was his duty to protect her. She was the most important thing to him. He could never forgive himself if anything were to happen to her. Not again.



Even with the mask that fit him so well, Caslan felt out of place in his outfit. The blue tunic suit fit his 6'7" frame perfectly, having been custom-tailored just for the occasion, and yet it felt restrictive. Caslan didn't normally wear sleeves to make it easier to move, and the lack of any form of armor just made him feel naked. At least he was allowed his retractable bo staff in case anything were to get out of hand. The fabric of his suit hugged his muscles like a second skin, accentuating how big he really was. He'd come to terms with his size by now. He no longer felt like some kind of circus act being paraded about, even if he was used primarily for show at these types of events. What trouble could a bunch of lords and ladies and royals really cause? Caslan didn't see any reason they should need him or his bo staff.

As was usual, Caslan was placed in full view at the main entrance of the ballroom. He was one of the first things the guests saw as they entered, more than likely as a way to dissuade them from trying anything that would require him to intervene. He stood straight and tall, a drink in one hand. He was meant to be blending in and not looking so much like a guard, but he was doing very poorly. He was lingering on his own, not talking to anyone, like a well-dressed statue. Caslan made it a point, at least, to greet guests as they entered the ball room. He would offer a short and simple "Welcome." as they passed. His dark eyes wandered, unable to help himself. He'd never met a good number of them and there was a lot to see. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful the ladies looked in their gowns and how the well-tailored suits of the men fit so well. He kept himself preoccupied by imagining what they might look like strewn on floors. It was a welcome distraction from how awkward he felt.

Truthfully, he was waiting on someone in particular to arrive. They weren't supposed to know who anyone was, that was the point of the masks. But Caslan would know him anywhere just by the way he moved. He'd known him too intimately not to recognize his lover in any disguise. And who wouldn't know Caslan upon sight? He wasn't exactly normal.








NAME Prince Azen Margeux
AGE Twenty-One
GENDER Male
BLOOD TYPE Carrot
NATIONALITY The Vegetable Kingdom
OCCUPATION Youngest Prince
SEXUALITY Homosexual
SPEECH COLOR #FFC23E

PERSONALITY
+ Kind + Easy-Going + Loving
- Irresponsible - Air-Headed - Gullible

STRENGTHS
If anything can be said about Azen, it's that he knows how to have fun. In fact, it's his first priority at any and all times. All he wants to do is enjoy himself, no matter what that means. It could be a late night spent lying in bed with a good book or a day of running around in common clothes so he isn't recognized. Azen knows how to blend in no matter where he goes.

Although his tendencies are often irrational, the one thing he believes in most is true love. He dreams of it in vivid color and puts his heart fully into any of his relationships. To be loved by Azen, whether platonically or romantically, is to know what it is to be love. He is an incredibly passionate boy ready to lay the world at someone's feet if that's what it takes.

Azen also possesses the ability to talk himself out of just about any situation. Whether it is the gift of persuasion, because he's a prince, or because people just get tired of dealing with him has yet to be fully determined. But Azen likes to think he has a silver tongue that keeps him out of the trouble he should be getting in.

Something very few people know about is Azen's impecable singing voice. If he hadn't been born into a royal family, he would have certainly become a traveling bard by now, traversing the lands to bring people tales by song.

WEAKNESSES
Azen is, without a doubt, hopelessly careless. This is especially true when it comes to his princely duties, which he believes to be a farce. He would much rather be galavanting through a forest than learning how to fence. His carelessness also applies to his heart, with which he is incredibly reckless. Azen has a tendency to throw himself into every situation, making it difficult to backtrack when things go wrong.

It's no secret that the young prince can get a little bit difficult to handle. Either he is unaware or just ignores the fact that many people find him an annoyance, rolling their eyes when they see him approach. His lively demeanor can be a bit hard to deal with. Many would rather avoid him altogether.

Azen's refusal to take anything seriously gets him into hot water more often than he would like. Giving off the appearance of the perpetual jester certainly gets tiring to those around him. He can be exhausting at his worst, but he seemingly refuses to change.

APPEARANCE
Azen Margeux is fairly petite for a boy of his age. He has no real muscle to speak of, as he spends most of his time goofing off. His lovely orange hair has been the envy of many. It is matched by bright blue eyes and the winning smile of a prince. Azen prefers comfortable clothes to those designated for him and can often be found running about in a simple shirt and trousers, foregoing shoes altogether.


5'7" 170 cm
HAIR COLOR Orange

135 lbs 61 kg
EYE COLOR Blue

PREFERENCES
+ Going Barefoot
+ Good Conversation
+ Sweets
+ Singing
+ Cute Boys

- Responsibility
- Being Yelled At
- Snakes
- Locked Doors
- Getting Bored

BIOGRAPHY
There was never a boy who wanted to be prince less than Azen Margeux. Okay... it wasn't that he didn't want to be a prince, it was just that he never saw the point of the charade his family put up. From a young age he realized that his father didn't have any true power. He would sit and agonize over whether or not his ideas would be approved. Who ever heard of a king that needed approval? And yet he asked Azen and his other children to carry on their responsibilities and duties. They were the face of the kingdom, after all, and had to make a good showing.

No thank you.

When Azen discovered ways of slipping out of the palace and away from his guards, all hope was lost. No matter how hard they tried to contain the young prince, his antics continued. His father appealed to him time and time again. He may not be the heir to the throne, but he still yet bore the Margeux name and he should act like it. When scolding failed, bribery was attempted. When Azen continued to act out, bribery turned to pleading. That only lasted one instant before locks and extra guards were employed to keep Azen under control. It wasn't long, however, before he was out once more. At that point, his father gave up on him completely.

Azen's infamy is known throughout the vegetable kingdom. Gossip of the young prince's fun turned into a favorite topic, no matter how the crown tried to hush it up.

"I met him in a bar and he gambled with me on an arm-wrestling competition."

"I swear I saw him racing horses bareback in the countryside. He's the red-headed one, right?"

"Of course you don't believe me, but I'm telling you, I've kissed the prince."

Not every story was true, though most of them were. Azen's number one priority was always to have a good time, whatever that meant for him at the time. It wasn't until recently that his father shoved responsibility down his throat once more. Despite his image, Azen was to attend the ball in Hua'mu in the name of their family. He claimed the rest of them were far too busy, but Azen knew the truth of it. The only reason he was being sent to fraternize with the enemy was because he was expendable. No one in his home land, least of all his father, would care very deeply should he never return. It was probably the jury's idea to try to get rid of him. They had all the real power anyway.

Azen departed the vegetable kingdom with an entourage of guards and his father's veiled threats to behave himself. In his mind, this was just another adventure. Should he be imprisoned or killed in the process, then so be it.

TRIVIA
- Azen, though flirtatious, has never slept with anyone. Rumors to the contrary are numerous and totally false. Not that he does much to argue them.
- Azen is quite claustrophobic.
- His best friend is his horse Umbra. He doesn't have any true human friends to speak of.







NAME Caslan Fang
AGE Twenty-Four
GENDER Male
BLOOD TYPE Piña Colada
NATIONALITY Hua'mu; The Drink Empire
OCCUPATION Noble; Knight
SEXUALITY Unlabeled; Sexual
SPEECH COLOR #6373D8

PERSONALITY
+ Adaptable + Protective + Charming
- Guarded - Hard-Headed - Self-Doubting

STRENGTHS
Caslan is the epitome of caring and selfless. Some may not see these things as a strength, but he certainly does. He will always do his best to do right by the people he cares for and those he serves. He strives to do his very best at absolutely everything when he knows others are watching him.

Having started his training at a young age, Caslan is a skilled martial artist. His abilities earned him a place among the royal guard, though not in a high enough position that anyone should know his name. He is incredibly physically strong and employs a bo staff most efficiently of any other weapon. His style of fighting is very blunt, as his size makes it difficult for him to be terribly agile.

Perhaps his greatest strength is his ability to switch off his emotions, rendering him incredibly intimidating. It's not something he likes to do, but Caslan certainly understands that some situations call for it. He has been used more than once for window dressing, made to accompany a party simply to stand there and look large, dissuading anyone from trying their luck.

WEAKNESSES
As much as he tries not to, Caslan wears his heart on his sleeve. He allows his emotions to get the best of him, which has gotten him into trouble more than he'd like to admit. He can't just stand by and let something happen that he doesn't agree with. As a man, he feels it's his duty. As a knight, he's expected to do as he's told. It's a wonder he has yet to be stripped of that title.

Caslan has a weakness for physical attraction. He is extremely flirtatious and often finds himself giving in to his urges, despite knowing he probably shouldn't. Few things matter to him in this realm. All he cares about is whether or not he is attracted to an individual. It can certainly get in the way of his work at times.

When it comes to his younger sister Sindia, he is extremely overprotective. They've both been through so much already in their lives. Caslan can't stand the thought of his sister experiencing more heartache. She is the most important person in his life and the only one he shares his heart with. She is the only one he can trust.

APPEARANCE
Caslan is a sight to behold. He is big and imposing, having filled out in his later teenage years. The training he underwent made his muscles hard and seemingly carved from stone. His service to royalty has also left him marred. He bears a scar across his left cheek and around the right side of his neck that he will wear for life. His dark brown eyes and sun kissed skin contrast his stark white hair, a trademark of his family.

6'7" 200 cm
HAIR COLOR WHITE

295 lbs 134 kg
EYE COLOR DARK BROWN

PREFERENCES
+ Comfortable Silences
+ Night Time
+ Big Meals
+ Swimming
+ Sindia

- Mice and Rats
- Peppermint
- Assholes
- Getting Flustered
- Family

BIOGRAPHY
Caslan doesn't remember his parents. His mother died giving birth to his younger sister Sindia, and his father left shortly after in a fit of heartbreak induced insanity. With their absence, Caslan and his sister were left in the care of their maternal grandfather, and Caslan's namesake. Once a caring man, the loss of his daughter and only child turned him bitter and cold. He blamed Sindia for his loss, despite her being only a child. The older they grew, the worse it became. One step out of line would be answered with mental and physical abuse. Sindia was worthless, Caslan was useless, and neither of them was fit to have the family name.

Caslan did his best to protect Sindia. Even at a young age he tried desperately to keep her innocent of the horrors that their grandfather wished to inflict. Unfortunately, he was too small, too weak. He couldn't truly do anything to the brute of a man he had been named for. And so they endured him until Caslan was 12, when the old man passed in the night. Simultaneously Caslan was free of his tyranny and thrust into the seat of the Fang family. Many distant relatives attempted from the day of the funeral to refute Caslan's claim to the title and estate, but none succeeded in anything more than pushing him away from the concept of family as a whole.

In an effort to better protect himself and his sister, Caslan put more emphasis on his basic martial arts training. He wanted to know all he could that might keep them safe. He found that he had a knack for fighting and gave himself over to the life of guarding Hua'mu from all that might threaten it. When he suddenly grew into a pillar of a man, he was placed as security in the palace itself, where he has served ever since.

TRIVIA
- He experiences a fair amount of aches and pains due to his size. Swimming and floating weightlessly in water is the only thing that relieves it entirely.
- Caslan murdered his grandfather, a secret not even Sindia knows the truth of.



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Jonah's parents were pretty surprised when he was born. He didn't share their fair hair and light eyes. While his father's immediate reaction was that Jonah wasn't his son, a paternity test proved otherwise. The raven-haired baby belonged to them. He belonged to something else as well.

There was always something a little off about Jonah, even as a baby. The poor child hated to be left alone for even a second. His mother would have to sleep with him against her skin to calm him. As he grew, he would bite whoever was holding him, usually not hard enough to draw blood. And every month around the new moon he would sleep heavily for three days. Otherwise, he was a perfectly healthy boy. He was sweet and friendly. People took to him instantly when they met him. There was no denying his popularity, even in elementary school.

He was taken to a doctor after his mother found him eating raw chicken from the fridge one night. He was 8 years old. After seeing a specialist, Jonah and his family were informed that he was indeed a wendigo. It was a shock, considering everyone in Jonah's family was human (aside from the elf that his uncle got hitched to). They were given all the information they could possibly need, offered a sympathetic smile, and sent on their way.

Jonah refuses to see his being as some kind of illness. It's just what he is, like any other creature. Sure, he sometimes wants to eat people, but who doesn't every now and then? He's done just fine so far eating animal meat, only suffering some annoying aches and pains. And he's just as charming as ever. That's why it wasn't so hard to make a home for himself in Bellamere. He moved there to be close to his best friend Macy and help her realize a dream of hers that she would never shut up about.

He's living his life to the fullest and having a hell of a time doing it.


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Has sharper incisors than most humans. Almost dog-like.
Works in a bar called Concoction that he opened with his best friend Macy. Macy is a witch who put her potion making skills into her passion of alcohol to make the best cocktails and mixed drinks around. Jonah stands behind the bar serving and charming the pants off people.
Doesn't believe in labels except one that says "I will probably sleep with you."
Spends the night of the new moon locked up in order to keep his hunger, which is amplified in his true form, contained.
Looks like he could kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll.

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Twenty-Seven Male Wendigo
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6" 175 lbs
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TIME: Evening
INTERACTION: @Emma; Open





The ball grew nearer and Caslan made his way to Sindia's room. He wasn't sure why he was being made to wear a mask. While his title would easily afford him an invitation to attend, he wasn't going as a guest. As a member of the palace guard, he would spend the night assuring the event and all those who arrived were safe and secure. In all honesty, he preferred it that way. Caslan Fang may have been a Count, but he was very poor at small talk and relaxing. Even so, the princess required everyone in attendance to dress for the occassion. As she was his princess and it was her birthday, he could hardly refuse her. It was quite difficult to find a mask that fit his face. Everything just seemed so small on his larger than life frame. That's why he was going to see his sister.

After giving a few short but firm knocks, Caslan entered the room, ducking his head slightly as he walked through the door. He offered his younger sister the most genuine smile. She was truly the only person that made him happy these days. Well... perhaps not the only one. "Shouldn't you be getting ready by now?" Caslan asked playfully. Sindia suited this lifestyle much better than he ever could. She was undoubtedly a lady and he was only happy that his appointment meant that she could live in the palace as well. He'd never seen her shine quite so much at home as she did here. It made him feel much better than leaving her so far away from him. At least here he could watch over her.

Looking at the table, he noticed the leather raven mask staring back at him. "Is this it?" Stepping forward, he picked up the mask and examined it. The detail on the feathers was exquisite, though he expected nothing less. He turned it around in his hands and then walked over to the mirror and held it up to his face. It fit him like a glove, like anything his sister made for him. She knew how difficult it was for him to find things that fit his frame. She'd always been so good about accommodating him. He couldn't help but smile at how perfectly it sat against his skin, even hiding the scar that lay along his cheek. After a moment, he slowly lowered the mask and turned again to look at Sindia, his smile more sheepish this time.

"Thank you for this. I'll feel much more at ease knowing I don't look like a total idiot out there." He pushed his fingers back through his white hair, something else on the tip of his tongue. She probably knew what he was going to say by now, but he felt the need to say it anyway. "Listen, I want you to be careful tonight. There are going to be a lot of people... a lot of strangers. If you need me for any reason..." He tapped the mask gently with his fingertips. "Well, you know how to find me." She wasn't a child anymore, but he still felt it was his duty to protect her. She was the most important thing to him. He could never forgive himself if anything were to happen to her. Not again.



Even with the mask that fit him so well, Caslan felt out of place in his outfit. The blue tunic suit fit his 6'7" frame perfectly, having been custom-tailored just for the occasion, and yet it felt restrictive. Caslan didn't normally wear sleeves to make it easier to move, and the lack of any form of armor just made him feel naked. At least he was allowed his retractable bo staff in case anything were to get out of hand. The fabric of his suit hugged his muscles like a second skin, accentuating how big he really was. He'd come to terms with his size by now. He no longer felt like some kind of circus act being paraded about, even if he was used primarily for show at these types of events. What trouble could a bunch of lords and ladies and royals really cause? Caslan didn't see any reason they should need him or his bo staff.

As was usual, Caslan was placed in full view at the main entrance of the ballroom. He was one of the first things the guests saw as they entered, more than likely as a way to dissuade them from trying anything that would require him to intervene. He stood straight and tall, a drink in one hand. He was meant to be blending in and not looking so much like a guard, but he was doing very poorly. He was lingering on his own, not talking to anyone, like a well-dressed statue. Caslan made it a point, at least, to greet guests as they entered the ball room. He would offer a short and simple "Welcome." as they passed. His dark eyes wandered, unable to help himself. He'd never met a good number of them and there was a lot to see. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful the ladies looked in their gowns and how the well-tailored suits of the men fit so well. He kept himself preoccupied by imagining what they might look like strewn on floors. It was a welcome distraction from how awkward he felt.

Truthfully, he was waiting on someone in particular to arrive. They weren't supposed to know who anyone was, that was the point of the masks. But Caslan would know him anywhere just by the way he moved. He'd known him too intimately not to recognize his lover in any disguise. And who wouldn't know Caslan upon sight? He wasn't exactly normal.


Location: Outside -> Cafeteria
Time: Morning
Mentions @Killy
Interactions: Mikhail Afanasyev, Open





Normally, Cassidy would have gone for his run first thing in the morning before most people were even awake. Being up at the crack of dawn was never difficult for him unless something kept him up all night. He was a decent sleeper before coming to this school. His schedule was flawless down to the minute. And yet somehow he ended up with problems sleeping seemingly out of nowhere. Except he knew it wasn't out of nowhere. He could pinpoint the moment it started without fail. He knew it was that night, that song. it seemed the dreams were becoming more frequent and far more bizarre as time carried on. Last night had been one of those nights when he'd woken up in a cold sweat with a lullaby playing through his head. It gave him chills just thinking about it, so he decided not to think about it. He would just do his run after his first class.

The route he took was the same as every other morning, but at dawn, there weren't nearly as many people running around trying to get to and from class. At dawn, he was virtually alone jogging around the campus along his route. Now he had to swerve around other people that refused to get out of the lithe dancer's way. He wasn't exactly imposing. Cassidy completely ignored them, to the best of his ability. He didn't bother shooting apologetic glances as he bobbed and weaved around bodies to keep the proper pace. The rock music blaring in his ears helped distract him from any rude looks from narrow misses. He was graceful from his years of ballet and didn't assume he would actually run into anyone. Not that it was impossible. He was pretty distracted. Even with music being blasted directly into his brain, that song somehow managed to permeate through.

As he reached the cafeteria, Cassidy slowed to a stop. He looked up at the building for a moment. He should probably stop and get a bottle of water. He didn't bring any with him this time and hydration was important. Pushing a hand back over his sweaty blonde hair, he sighed and made his way inside. He was practically done anyway. With his earbuds still in, Cassidy made his way to one of the counters to get a simple bottle of water. Before he reached it, though, an earsplitting screech emitted from his right earbud for a split second before the rock and roll song morphed into that fucking lullaby.

Tearing his headphones from his ear by the cord, the blonde stumbled back a few steps and directly into another student. The impact to his back sent chills straight up his spine and he spun somehow perfectly on one heel to face them. "Sorry." He breathed, clearly disturbed. Despite no longer having his headphones in, he could still hear the song playing lightly, as if on a faraway piano. His green eyes glanced in the direction it seemed to be coming from, and he took in a table full of students that were chatting. They didn't look like they belonged in the same place. It was bizarre. He contemplated approaching them and asking if one of them was playing music on their phone, perhaps. But no... that was ridiculous. The song in his head didn't exist. It was just something his mother made up for him when he was a child...

Glancing back at the boy he'd collided with, Cassidy was suddenly aware that his behavior had caused him to spill his drink. The blonde's eye widened slightly and he tucked his earbuds away in his pocket. "Please, let me buy you another coffee." He insisted, a winning smile replacing the disorientation he'd just exhibited. It would be a welcome distraction from the ringing that continued in his ear.



[ Name ]
Matilda Rose Mercer

[ Nickname ]
Mat, Doc

[ Age ]
Thirty-Four

[ Perceived Gender ]
Female

[ Sexuality ]
Homosexual

[ Where You Reside ]
Poor Side

[ Personality ]
+ Badass + Selfless + Leader +
- Temperamental - Can't Let Go - Stubbon as Hell -

[ About Personality ]
Mat is tough as a pile of rocks. She has her ideas on things and it's difficult to budge her on them once she's made her mind up. She's always been a scrapper from a young age, holding her own even against the boys. Don't be fooled by her exterior, though. On the inside, she's as mushy as they come. She loves cats and cries at stupid proposal videos. She hits hard and cares even harder.

[ Appearance ]
Mat is 5'8" and made of lean muscle and attitude. Her long blonde hair is normally pulled back in a braid when she's at work or, you know, fighting zombies. She has numerous small scars from her years of service that litter her body. A tattoo in honor of her dad, a rose, runs up her right side alongside her largest scar.

[ Life Before the Apocalypse ]
Matilda was an army brat. She spent her childhood moving place to place with her military father. Her mother passed away from illness when she was seven, forcing her to grow up fast. Kids were unkind to her, perpetually the new kid. Her father made it a point to teach her to defend herself. Those lessons were only expanded upon when Mat joined the army herself straight out of high school. She quickly found her place as an army medic, helping people that deserved it most.

After getting caught in a blast, and months in the hospital, Matilda was honorably discharged. With her father gone and no other family to speak of, she settled in the first place that would give her a job. The free clinic on the poor side of LunaVale was Matilda's passion. She quickly took it over, as she does most things, and ran the place seamlessly. Helping people that needed her most.

[ Skills ]
Highly Skilled Doctor
Works Great Under Pressure
Proficient in Hand-to-Hand Combat

[ Anything Extra ]
- Matilda was named for her grandmother on her father's side.
- Has naturally risen to the head of a gang and is affectionately referred to as "gang mom".



[ Name ]
Theodore Vincent Carthage

[ Nickname ]
Theo, Punk

[ Age ]
Twenty-Two

[ Perceived Gender ]
Male

[ Sexuality ]
Bisexual

[ Where You Reside ]
Rich Side

[ Personality ]
+ Fun-Loving + Generous + Adventurous +
- Reckless - Dramatic - Easily Addicted -

[ About Personality ]
Theo doesn't back down from a challenge. Despite being smaller than most boys, he's happy to engage in just as much nonsense, usually finding himself in trouble as a result. This has become even more true since the world ended. But he has an incredibly kind heart that urges him to give and give and give. That gets him into trouble too. He just doesn't know how to balance all of his big emotions, which means they end up spilled all over the place more often than not.

[ Appearance ]
Theo isn't in any way intimidating. He stands at 5'10" with no muscle to his name. Pale and soft, it's obvious he's lived a life of luxury since his birth. The only flaw to speak of is a scar on his left forearm from crashing his bike when he was twelve. His dark hair and blue eyes mark him as different from his own family, who all sport fair red hair and green eyes.

[ Life Before the Apocalypse ]
Theodore barely missed out on a shitty life. When his teenage mother gave him up at 3 days old, at least she had the good sense to do it on the right side of town. The Carthage family loved him from the moment they laid eyes on him. They already had two children when they adopted Theo, both of who were thrilled to have another sibling. He could never claim to be unloved, but that didn't stop him from feeling left out. From feeling just a little bit different.

When the world ended, Theo couldn't help but think about how that was almost his life. Had his birth giver kept him, he could be on the opposite side of that wall right now. His heart ached for those people. He had friends on that side, much to his parents' chagrin. Unable to help himself, he finds as many ways as possible to slip out and bring with him what he can. It's never much, but at least it's something.

[ Skills ]
High Pain Tolerance
Stupidly Fast Runner
Adept at Stealing Sleight of Hand

[ Anything Extra ]
- Has both his ears pierced.
- Addicted to cigarettes since he was 18.
- Not afraid to fight, even if he'll probably lose.

Definitely gonna be reading through all this. Just wanted to post so I can get back to it when I have time!


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