Post by puck byron wakefield on Sept 20, 2009 20:33:07 GMT -5
i get all numb
--------------& it's puck byron castulus wakefield to you.
----------------------------- ( They stand to fight for nothing; they show how stupid we've become, as fortune favors only those who care too much to see: it will never be okay. )
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gender; male
age; 20
orientation; heterosexualwhen she sings it's over
build; slender
height; 6'0"
weight; 153 lbs
hair; blonde
eye; blue
overall; Puck isn't a very tall man; nor is he very short. He's average, and that's fine by him. He's not really vain, so things like that don't bother him. He's kept his blonde hair relatively short, and it compliments his eyes rather well. They're a pale blue, and sort of stand out in his face. He'd gotten both ears pierced before the outbreak, though no other piercings to speak of. Since the virus hit, he's sort of become self-destructive, in a rather unusual way. Rather than hurt himself in the regular means, he's started tattooing himself with his pen. Of course, he hasn't really gotten too far with it; right now it's only on the inside of his left forearm, and barely goes halfway down that.such a strange numb
personality; Puck is...sort of empty. He doesn't have many emotions that he shows these days, and can come off as rather cold. The loss that he'd gone through has made him bitter, and what's worse, he's questioning his faith. He doesn't believe that an altruistic God would have allowed the outbreak to happen, and therefore, he believes that either God doesn't exist, or if He does, He's punishing humanity for their sins. As a result, Puck shuts himself off from others, keeping them at a safe distance. But nevertheless, he still retains a bit of humanity. He's got a gigantic softspot where children and those of the fairer sex are concerned, and he'll do anything he can to protect them. Go ahead and call him a bleeding heart; he doesn't care. He doesn't care about much of anything anymore. Just surviving. And that is something that he takes very seriously. As for personal relationships...he's sort of at a loss. He doesn't flirt, and that's something that's sort of offputting for others. But he can care deeply for someone, if given the time. You've just got to remember that he's still getting over Rebecca's death. Patience and all of that.
strengths;
• Fighting.
• Eloquent.
• Fast.
• Commanding presence.weaknesses;
• In general, a complete softie.
• Somewhat cold demeanor.
• Not very strong, physically.
• Self-destructive.likes;
• Solitude.
• Music.
• Writing.
• Women and children.dislikes;
• The cold.
• Raiders.
• People hurting those he cares about.
• Writer's block.
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inventory;
• Hunting rifle.
• Hatchet.
---• A rosary.
---• His father's pocket watch.
---• A blank, leather-bound journal.
---• An old fashioned pen.
---• An inkwell.
---• Painkillers.
---• Rifle Ammo.
---• A bottle of Peroxide.[/blockquote]
and it brings my knees to the earth
family;[/size]father; Benjamin Wakefield (deceased)
mother; Grace Connelly (deceased)
siblings; Helen Wakefield (deceased)
spouse; Rebecca Evans (girlfriend, deceased)
children; N/A
other; N/A
birth place; Leeds.
history; Puck was born right here in Leeds. He was the youngest child of the Wakefield clan, and was sort of sheltered growing up. Oh, he wasn't spoiled. He had strict rules, just the same as most. But his family was very loving, and everyone was extremely close.
To be honest, Puck had always been a bit of a dreamer, so in school he didn't do marvelously. He didn't do terribly, either. He flew below radar, getting grades only slightly above average. But school wasn't his priority. He'd loved writing from a young age, poetry to be precise, and that was what he'd hoped to do for the rest of his life.
But then the outbreak came. It took everything from him, just the same as everyone else. First his sister, then his mother and father, his friends, and finally his girlfriend. The two of them were talking about marriage not long before she got sick, so it was a shock to him, even as he was being shipped off to the countryside in the quarantine. The truth was, he sort of...broke. He doesn't show it much, except when he's screaming at God or tattooing himself. But before the outbreak, he was a regular, happy kid, and now he's just a shell.
Now, he's made his way back into the city, and he's sort of been wandering around at a loss. He's already looted things that he needs. But he hasn't come across anyone other than raiders, and that's a bit disheartening.and god bless you all
alias; _THE_Ash, of course.
age; 19!
experience; Long enough, young whippersnapper.
sample; See Zadok's application.
for the song you sang, saved us
