Post by felix rae anderson on May 18, 2013 23:46:16 GMT -5
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eighteen - senior - male - videlict
[style=margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px;]P R I M A R Y
full name: felix rae anderson
nickname(s): felix
age: eighteen
gender: male
sexual orientation: pansexual
academy: videlict
year: graduating senior
canon: original
class: lost cause
player: Bruiser
play-by: Kyle Burns
S E C O N D A R Y
likes: pokemon, drums, quiet, solitude, music, being away from florida, swimming
dislikes: his family, florida, dogs, yelling, crowds, strange people
aspirations: become a pokemon master, join a band as the drummer, leave his family behind
motivations: his past, wanting to not be a burden, not wanting to go back to florida
fears: dogs, going back to florida, losing astrid
key traits: shy, pokenerd, virgin, musician, withdrawn, low self-esteem, mousy, quiet
personality: Felix isn't the type to really draw attention to himself. He prefers to stick to his own little corner, shadowing Astrid around silently and garnering no acknowledgement, because he's honestly quite awkward in social situations and dislikes any kind of crowd. He's been a walking ball of guilt since he was eight and he's never let anyone know, not wanting to burden them with knowing how he caused his parent's to divorce and everything that happened was his fault.
He's rather like a puppy who got kicked too many times, afraid to get close to people because he doesn't think he's good enough for them. Drumming is his only real sanctuary and music is how he loses himself when his demons get too loud - he just drowns them out, loses himself in a fast-paced drum track or turns his earbuds up loud. He tends to just be the quiet shadow, someone not really noticed. He's okay with this, because he doesn't like attention. He can be somewhat competitive with people he knows well, and once you gain his trust you have a friend for life.
family tree: Jack Anderson - father. Vicky Anderson - mother. Jax Anderson - older brother, 23. Brianna Anderson, 30
history: Felix could quite honestly be called a failed abortion from the get-go. His parents were getting on in age when they had him, their oldest daughter was graduating college and the younger son wasn't far behind her. They hadn't planned for any more kids, but Felix had been a startling surprise for his mother when she'd gone in to get her tubes tied and found out instead she was pregnant. Felix was born nearly eight months later, a healthy baby boy who wasn't wanted but for whatever reason, his parents refused to give him up - perhaps thinking he could save their failing marriage.
Instead, the only thing they could agee on was that he ruined it. They fought bitterly as the child would cry, and had no qualms in telling him he was the reason their marriage was falling apart. He found relief in school, where on the first day of kindergarten he was 'claimed' by a girl named Astrid when she saw him playing pokemon in a corner (he was given the game to keep him quiet and out of his parent's hair) and they quickly became good friends. They often hung out at the pool a street down from his house to beat the summer heat, swimming and exchanging pokemon cards.
One night, they were heading home when Astrid dropped one of the cards in the pool, and he leaned down to fish it out. A stray dog that had been lurking attacked him, ripping open the arm he threw up in front of his face to protect himself, and it took three adults to pull the dog away. The five year old ran home bawling and clutching his arm only to find his parent's arguing about him, not even glancing over at him when they told him to go away. He curled up in the bathrub so the blood wouldn't get everywhere (luckily, it was a somewhat shallow wound that just bled a lot) and it took an hour before anyone came looking for him. That someone was his older brother Jax, who was visiting, and it was Jax who drove him to the hospital. He ended up with a scar on his arm and a major fear of dogs that persists to this day from that.
He's always been Astrid's shadow - she's the outgoing one, while he always avoided the limelight. When they were about seven or eight, he ended up tagging along to one of her music lessons to avoid the arguments at home and immediately fell in love with the drums. He tagged along from then on, because learning the drums gave him a respite from the escalating fights at home - and became a sanctuary when his father up and left with just a note, revealing he had a mistress he wanted to marry and was divorcing his mother. The night his mother got the divorce papers was the only night she was ever physically abusive - she rounded on him, screaming that it was all his fault and hitting everywhere she could. Once again, Jax was his savior, hearing the commotion and pulling him away before he was injured too badly. He ran straight to Astrid's house, tapping on her window and climbing in, hiding there for the night in case his mother was still angry. He never forgot how she thought it was his fault, nor has he ever shared it with anyone, including Astrid.
He was left with his mother, and she began neglecting him now that he was old enough to fend for himself - he spent most nights over at Astrid's house, hiding in her room and playing pokemon, or being her shadow. He never saw his father again - the man completely cut ties with his youngest son, sending child support every month and that was it. Fast forward to high school, he was sent here because his mother wanted him out of her sight, and now he's about to graduate.
T E R T I A R Y
roleplay sample: He was excited. The young wolf pup nearly danced on his paws as he retrieved his satchel from where he kept it in the small cave he and Ved shared, fastening it around his shoulders securely. Darastrix had offered to show him how to craft the things he would need for healing – the containers and the like, and how to gather honey from a beehive. Healing was something he could understand – his brother might not understand that healers were a valuable resource to the pack, but he did, and he knew he would make a better healer than fighter. Darastrix had understood this, encouraging him – after all, so long as he could reasonably fight to defend himself or his pack, he didn’t need to become a fierce warrior.
His thoughts carried him towards Howling Peak on light feet – silent by nature, or perhaps the blessing of his god, it was rare that another noticed his approach unless he was feeling clumsy that day. Of course, he was still a mere pup, so he was clumsy more often than not… as evidenced when he found himself tripping over a loose rock and rolling down part of the hill, landing with a clatter on his back at the alpha’s feet.
Kyar, that hurt!
He picked himself up rather well and dusted himself off, his face a mask of composure despite the slight ache that resulted from what would surely be some spectacular bruising in the morning. His ears lay back along his head; he offered the alpha a friendly lick to the muzzle and a tail wag of greeting, barely restraining himself from dropping his body into a playful bow as his body wiggled in excitement. After all, he was going to be learning today, learning something actually useful and in far more demand than fighting.
”Ready to go?” He asked softly, his eyes bright with the excitement the rest of his body nearly screamed.
[/style][/style]full name: felix rae anderson
nickname(s): felix
age: eighteen
gender: male
sexual orientation: pansexual
academy: videlict
year: graduating senior
canon: original
class: lost cause
player: Bruiser
play-by: Kyle Burns
S E C O N D A R Y
likes: pokemon, drums, quiet, solitude, music, being away from florida, swimming
dislikes: his family, florida, dogs, yelling, crowds, strange people
aspirations: become a pokemon master, join a band as the drummer, leave his family behind
motivations: his past, wanting to not be a burden, not wanting to go back to florida
fears: dogs, going back to florida, losing astrid
key traits: shy, pokenerd, virgin, musician, withdrawn, low self-esteem, mousy, quiet
personality: Felix isn't the type to really draw attention to himself. He prefers to stick to his own little corner, shadowing Astrid around silently and garnering no acknowledgement, because he's honestly quite awkward in social situations and dislikes any kind of crowd. He's been a walking ball of guilt since he was eight and he's never let anyone know, not wanting to burden them with knowing how he caused his parent's to divorce and everything that happened was his fault.
He's rather like a puppy who got kicked too many times, afraid to get close to people because he doesn't think he's good enough for them. Drumming is his only real sanctuary and music is how he loses himself when his demons get too loud - he just drowns them out, loses himself in a fast-paced drum track or turns his earbuds up loud. He tends to just be the quiet shadow, someone not really noticed. He's okay with this, because he doesn't like attention. He can be somewhat competitive with people he knows well, and once you gain his trust you have a friend for life.
family tree: Jack Anderson - father. Vicky Anderson - mother. Jax Anderson - older brother, 23. Brianna Anderson, 30
history: Felix could quite honestly be called a failed abortion from the get-go. His parents were getting on in age when they had him, their oldest daughter was graduating college and the younger son wasn't far behind her. They hadn't planned for any more kids, but Felix had been a startling surprise for his mother when she'd gone in to get her tubes tied and found out instead she was pregnant. Felix was born nearly eight months later, a healthy baby boy who wasn't wanted but for whatever reason, his parents refused to give him up - perhaps thinking he could save their failing marriage.
Instead, the only thing they could agee on was that he ruined it. They fought bitterly as the child would cry, and had no qualms in telling him he was the reason their marriage was falling apart. He found relief in school, where on the first day of kindergarten he was 'claimed' by a girl named Astrid when she saw him playing pokemon in a corner (he was given the game to keep him quiet and out of his parent's hair) and they quickly became good friends. They often hung out at the pool a street down from his house to beat the summer heat, swimming and exchanging pokemon cards.
One night, they were heading home when Astrid dropped one of the cards in the pool, and he leaned down to fish it out. A stray dog that had been lurking attacked him, ripping open the arm he threw up in front of his face to protect himself, and it took three adults to pull the dog away. The five year old ran home bawling and clutching his arm only to find his parent's arguing about him, not even glancing over at him when they told him to go away. He curled up in the bathrub so the blood wouldn't get everywhere (luckily, it was a somewhat shallow wound that just bled a lot) and it took an hour before anyone came looking for him. That someone was his older brother Jax, who was visiting, and it was Jax who drove him to the hospital. He ended up with a scar on his arm and a major fear of dogs that persists to this day from that.
He's always been Astrid's shadow - she's the outgoing one, while he always avoided the limelight. When they were about seven or eight, he ended up tagging along to one of her music lessons to avoid the arguments at home and immediately fell in love with the drums. He tagged along from then on, because learning the drums gave him a respite from the escalating fights at home - and became a sanctuary when his father up and left with just a note, revealing he had a mistress he wanted to marry and was divorcing his mother. The night his mother got the divorce papers was the only night she was ever physically abusive - she rounded on him, screaming that it was all his fault and hitting everywhere she could. Once again, Jax was his savior, hearing the commotion and pulling him away before he was injured too badly. He ran straight to Astrid's house, tapping on her window and climbing in, hiding there for the night in case his mother was still angry. He never forgot how she thought it was his fault, nor has he ever shared it with anyone, including Astrid.
He was left with his mother, and she began neglecting him now that he was old enough to fend for himself - he spent most nights over at Astrid's house, hiding in her room and playing pokemon, or being her shadow. He never saw his father again - the man completely cut ties with his youngest son, sending child support every month and that was it. Fast forward to high school, he was sent here because his mother wanted him out of her sight, and now he's about to graduate.
T E R T I A R Y
roleplay sample: He was excited. The young wolf pup nearly danced on his paws as he retrieved his satchel from where he kept it in the small cave he and Ved shared, fastening it around his shoulders securely. Darastrix had offered to show him how to craft the things he would need for healing – the containers and the like, and how to gather honey from a beehive. Healing was something he could understand – his brother might not understand that healers were a valuable resource to the pack, but he did, and he knew he would make a better healer than fighter. Darastrix had understood this, encouraging him – after all, so long as he could reasonably fight to defend himself or his pack, he didn’t need to become a fierce warrior.
His thoughts carried him towards Howling Peak on light feet – silent by nature, or perhaps the blessing of his god, it was rare that another noticed his approach unless he was feeling clumsy that day. Of course, he was still a mere pup, so he was clumsy more often than not… as evidenced when he found himself tripping over a loose rock and rolling down part of the hill, landing with a clatter on his back at the alpha’s feet.
Kyar, that hurt!
He picked himself up rather well and dusted himself off, his face a mask of composure despite the slight ache that resulted from what would surely be some spectacular bruising in the morning. His ears lay back along his head; he offered the alpha a friendly lick to the muzzle and a tail wag of greeting, barely restraining himself from dropping his body into a playful bow as his body wiggled in excitement. After all, he was going to be learning today, learning something actually useful and in far more demand than fighting.
”Ready to go?” He asked softly, his eyes bright with the excitement the rest of his body nearly screamed.
