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 Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 6:14 pm
A quick review -
Name: Ainsel Sleven
Age: 18
Dorm: 22
Status: Completed
At a glance: A slightly twisted young man who enjoys the company of his teddy bear and looks like he just escaped a medical (mental) ward. Well, he enjoys the company of boys too but he just doesn't know it yet.
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Name: September Riddle
Age: 18
Dorm: N/A
Status: U/C
At a glance: Coming Soon
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 6:59 pm
"Pain, without love." "Pain, can't get enough."  "Pain, I like it rough." "Because I rather feel pain then nothing at all."  Gaia name
TwistedMuse
Famous Last Words
"You are clearly just jealous because the voices talk to me."
Name
Ainsel Sleven
Nicknames
N/A
Gender
Male
Age
6 + 6 + 6 = 18
Race
Human
Judging a book by it's cover? Shame on you!
Standing at 5'7" and weighing in at about 120 lbs, he isn't a threat by far from first glances alone. The sort who stands with abit of a slouch, posture holding very little importance in his character traits. Dark hair and equally dark eyes, however one of his eyes happen to always be covered over by a bandage and speaking of bandages...this boy is a mess of them all wrapped into one. There are bandages about his wrists and even one around his neck, while he looks like he had just survived a fight or was a suicide attempt gone horribly wrong, it's hard to say and guess what? He isn't telling either..
Well Ajusted? As if...
Twisted?
Or rather...Chaotic Good?
So, my therapist said that I'm...
A little odd, paranoid, and forever cautions. He tries to come off as calm and leveled headed, however he fails at this for some reason or another. The type who speaks when spoken to or otherwise he's more then happy to be on his own. Not to say that he is shy, he knows how to carry a conversation and can even crack a smile when he isn't glancing over his shoulder to make sure the shadow in the corner isn't pointing fun at him again.
My lack luster exsistence
Ainsel is the black sheep of the family, if you met him first and then were introduced to the rest of his family...you'd understand. His mother is a home maker, the sort you see on the Fine Living Channel and his father is your avenge tie wearing business suit jockey who works nine to five plus. He has two older sisters, one wants to be a model while the other is still playing cheerleader and then there is his older brother who might as well be taking steroids...er...performance enhancement drinks to keep in top shape for the wrestling team. Picture perfect life, yes?
Sure...if you're not the accident (prone) child who everyone hides in his (closet) room whenever important guests come over. No, no...this isn't an angst filled life not by far. Ainsel is the creepy kid and he is damn proud of it, he has never fit the mold of any group even his own family's scheme and he certainly likes being his own person. He has always been abit paranoid and he talks to himself or rather his friends as there just anyone else in the world interesting enough to really converse with...besides Squee but Squee never talks back and one sided conversations tend to get old fast, yes they do.
Let's just say...when his family found a school that would accept him, Ainsel was shipped off without a second thought.
The End.
Pointy things and Protection?
No weapons or armor, unless you count the piano wire that he carries around with him.
Mine! Mine! All Mine! (Items)
He doesn't carry much on him, a roll of bandages and some piano wire. Oh, and his plushie...Squee. It's a stuffed bear that has been through so much patch work and re stuffing surgeries that he might as well be known as Frankin Bear.
Got Talent?
Magic? Well, he does have a Shade that is lurking around his very being. This Shade whispers to him from time to time, be it in a friendly voice or that of a fiend. Sometimes the Shade even can take over Squee, while he can't speak in that form...he can move.
Battle skills?
Well, he has a rather unique way of putting wires to use. He isn't much for fighting though and finds that he is more then contented to simply catch butterflies within a Cat's Cradle and slowly plucking it's wings away one by one.
Oh, Pitiful Shadow. (Flaws/Weaknesses)
Where to begin?
He isn't fond of spiders, deathly afraid of them to be exact.
Overly cute things give him the chills, but that isn't really a flaw is it? Moving on..
Physical activities are the root of all that is evil! He doesn't like running if he doesn't have to, he easily grows out a breath and can never keep up.
He's paranoid, which causes him to make things up in his head sometimes and even the smallest of matters can bother him ten times fold then they should.
The list...it goes on but we'll stop there for now, ok?
Friends?
Do my imaginary ones count?
Foes?
And again do my imaginary ones...count?
Lover(s)?
Does my...no! I don't have imaginary one of these, geez!
Dorm
Twenty - Two
The song stuck in my brain.
Pain by Three Days Grace
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