Post by Yoko on Dec 28, 2013 20:24:01 GMT -5
OOC Name: Yoko
OOC Gender: Female
IC Name: Tristan
Character Model: Chris Colfer
Age: 23
Sex: male
Hair: dark brown
Eyes: blue
Height: 5'10
Weight: 120
Weapons: no weapons
Special Survival Skills: hiding
Quirks: shy on the outside but bursting on the inside to be his true, happy go lucky, annoyingly outgoing, fun self. super low self esteem.
Short Bio:
Born in the glorious bible thumping state of South Carolina to two of the most "God fearing" parents around, in the city of Pickens, I was bound to be a disappointment from the start. I remember being five years old and having my first real beating from my dad for playing with a doll. Because "real" boys didn't play with those girl things. Through all the fishing trips, all the hunting trips, nothing ever sparked my interest. I always felt different. And then when I was about 14 year old I happened to be glancing over at a copy of Vogue sitting on a bus stop bench and it was like a light bulb went on inside me. And when I picked it up and thumbed through it, it was like that light bulb burned so bright it filled a darkness I didn't even know was there. I shoved it in my bag and ended up reading fashion magazines and gossip magazines in the dark in my room like a kid sneaking porn magazines. And then I got caught. If it HAD been a magazine with naked women in it I'd had been fine. But it wasn't. And when my dad saw the hearts drawn around the gorgeous faces of the men in the magazines I had never been so scared. But the fear lasted only about 10 seconds before all I could see was darkness and stars. I wasn't five years old anymore, he wasn't afraid to hit me like a man. He told me that if he ever saw me with anything like that again he would skin me alive. Then when I was 17 I wanted to do something special for my birthday. I told my parents I was staying with a friend for the weekend. They were so glad that I actually was doing "normal" teenage bonding stuff. But I really ended up hopping a bus for New York. I spent that glorious weekend surrounded with theaters and stores I never imagined seeing outside of the pages of Vogue. It was amazing. And then I got home...and he was waiting for me at the bus stop. All I'll say about what I got when we finally got back home is that I missed three days of school afterwards and I'll never get the sound of my mother begging him to stop out of my head no matter how long I live. When I went back to work finally at the diner I had a job at after school, I broke down in the storage pantry telling my best friend...my only friend...Katie all about it. But after that I just wasn't myself again. I stopped baking...I stopped shopping...I stopped reading Vogue alone in my room. I just stopped. When everything happened I had come home from work to find my parents both dead, if you could even call it that. At first I cried, and then I started screaming at this dead piece of meat on the floor how much I hated him and I was glad he was dead...and that I would see him in hell one day. Then I packed my shit and went to find the only three people I cared about in this town. Katie and her kids. And that was where I stayed until they finally came in so many numbers we were forced to hide in the basement with the kids. Playing game to see who could ne quiet the longest. Finally we made it through, and Katie and her kids and I started out of town with our other "roommate" her babysitter, following a radio transmission from Delaware. Only time will tell what happens next....
OOC Gender: Female
IC Name: Tristan
Character Model: Chris Colfer
Age: 23
Sex: male
Hair: dark brown
Eyes: blue
Height: 5'10
Weight: 120
Weapons: no weapons
Special Survival Skills: hiding
Quirks: shy on the outside but bursting on the inside to be his true, happy go lucky, annoyingly outgoing, fun self. super low self esteem.
Short Bio:
Born in the glorious bible thumping state of South Carolina to two of the most "God fearing" parents around, in the city of Pickens, I was bound to be a disappointment from the start. I remember being five years old and having my first real beating from my dad for playing with a doll. Because "real" boys didn't play with those girl things. Through all the fishing trips, all the hunting trips, nothing ever sparked my interest. I always felt different. And then when I was about 14 year old I happened to be glancing over at a copy of Vogue sitting on a bus stop bench and it was like a light bulb went on inside me. And when I picked it up and thumbed through it, it was like that light bulb burned so bright it filled a darkness I didn't even know was there. I shoved it in my bag and ended up reading fashion magazines and gossip magazines in the dark in my room like a kid sneaking porn magazines. And then I got caught. If it HAD been a magazine with naked women in it I'd had been fine. But it wasn't. And when my dad saw the hearts drawn around the gorgeous faces of the men in the magazines I had never been so scared. But the fear lasted only about 10 seconds before all I could see was darkness and stars. I wasn't five years old anymore, he wasn't afraid to hit me like a man. He told me that if he ever saw me with anything like that again he would skin me alive. Then when I was 17 I wanted to do something special for my birthday. I told my parents I was staying with a friend for the weekend. They were so glad that I actually was doing "normal" teenage bonding stuff. But I really ended up hopping a bus for New York. I spent that glorious weekend surrounded with theaters and stores I never imagined seeing outside of the pages of Vogue. It was amazing. And then I got home...and he was waiting for me at the bus stop. All I'll say about what I got when we finally got back home is that I missed three days of school afterwards and I'll never get the sound of my mother begging him to stop out of my head no matter how long I live. When I went back to work finally at the diner I had a job at after school, I broke down in the storage pantry telling my best friend...my only friend...Katie all about it. But after that I just wasn't myself again. I stopped baking...I stopped shopping...I stopped reading Vogue alone in my room. I just stopped. When everything happened I had come home from work to find my parents both dead, if you could even call it that. At first I cried, and then I started screaming at this dead piece of meat on the floor how much I hated him and I was glad he was dead...and that I would see him in hell one day. Then I packed my shit and went to find the only three people I cared about in this town. Katie and her kids. And that was where I stayed until they finally came in so many numbers we were forced to hide in the basement with the kids. Playing game to see who could ne quiet the longest. Finally we made it through, and Katie and her kids and I started out of town with our other "roommate" her babysitter, following a radio transmission from Delaware. Only time will tell what happens next....
