Eden Faire; FIGHTER - Bastion

[Eden Faire]

Name: Eden T. Faire.
Age: Fifteen, 15.
DoB: August 19th.
Gender: Male.
Grade: 10th.
Position: Fighter.

Hair: Blond.
Ears: Floppy, covered with short blond fur.
Eye Color: Yellow-ish green.
Skin Tone: Fair w/ freckles.
Height: 5'8''.
Weight: 136lbs.

Description: Eden has a boyish build, although he is considered underweight, he still has some slight muscle definition, as well as having a few of his ribs slightly visible under his skin. His skin can look paler some days, but generally stays fair in color. There are freckles speckled across his nose, cheekbones, shoulders, and upper chest which of course become more abundant with longer exposure to the sun. Also, he wears a black strip on his nose for an unknown purpose. His hair is medium blond in color, with a golden tint, and.. is almost always messy. He likes it that way, though, or is just way too lazy to fool with it. Almost always he is seen wearing a headband, and keeps his short, floppy ears tucked underneath due to some childhood teasing that left him embarrassed by them. He does not bother to hide his tail, however, as he sees it as quite adorable, being curled over (much like a pug or akita). He can even wag it! His choice of clothing is usually falls under 'punkish', but that's not to say you wont see him in sweat pants or sweaters. He loves his sweaters, but unfortunately is prone to heating up easily.

Likes:

• Cold weather.
  
• Video games.
  
• Fruits.
  
• Horror movies.
  
• Binge eating.
  
• Physical contact.
  
• Hugs & kisses.
  

Dislikes:

• Needles.
  
• Hospitals.
  
• School work.
  
• Smoke and people who smoke.
  
• Whiners.
  
• Feeling weak.
  
• Depression.
  

Personality: Eden is a generally happy person, albeit a little strange. He's had hardships all through life, but it has left him more stubbornly optimistic if anything. He doesn't allow himself to think something is impossible, even if he has to fall into denial. But, hey, everyone still has their gloomy days. He can also be considered affectionate and friendly, although the latter has it's limits and is something he can easily fake. When it's real, he tries really hard to be a good friend, but is still new to the whole concept. Protective, yes, but there are some.. downsides. He's never had too much of a problem with being shy.. and likes to think himself charismatic, even though he.. is just kind of goofy.

The more negative aspects of his personality aren't easy to spot at first, but they are there. He can be quite the bitter person, and if you piss him off, which isn't hard with the right amount of button pushing, he can be down right nasty. Even without pissing him off, people he holds no attachment to can be victims to his verbal abuse. The kicker is, sometimes it's not always obvious. He can be sneaky with his insults, and is the type who can smile while he rips into someone. Even if he does like someone, they can sometimes still fall victim to his snappy mouth, and blunt speech, but with them at least he will feel guilty enough to apologize. The fact that he hasn't had too many friends, or any returned romantic feelings, he does tend to be really clingy with the few he can obtain.

It's also worth it to note when it comes to fighting, he's viscious, and has no problem hurting others. Sometimes even seems to enjoy it, like the whole process is some kind of deep seeded sadistic release.

History: His family consists of an elder sister by two years, and a younger sister by three. His parents relationship was rocky from the start, and he can only recall a few times when they were generally affectionate to one another. Up until he was six, these were the only problems in his young life, then his health started to rabidly deteriorate. At seven, he was diagnosed with Wegener's granulomatosis, a potentially deadly disease that effects blood vessels, mostly in the lungs and kidneys. Over five years of treatment and the worst of it had passed, and he was no longer considered at high risk. But it had done some damage to his lungs that he still suffers from, and flair ups happen every few months, ranging from barely bothersome to short hospital stays. He must take medication (five in all) regularly, and carries an inhaler to deal with his breathing issues.

Due to his sickness, he often missed school, being pulled often to home school, then re-enrolled whenever he felt better, over and over, leaving him slightly behind academically. Socializing has always been tough, and has left him a little bitter yet craving for attention at the same time. On top of this, his parents relationship of course made his life even more unstable, and ultimately ended up with him having to attend therapy sessions. He has all but abandoned them in favor of the academy, however, and hopes it will give him a new start on life, throwing all of his hopes into it.

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OOC Name: Machina.
Years of RPing Experience: Uhhh. Like 6-8 years.
Other Characters: N/A.

Roleplaying Example:

The thunder roared and the rain pelted the rooftop, while the wind assaulted the windows. Storms like this were uncommon in these parts, but not impossible. Obviously. It had all started late in the afternoon, and by nightfall, had progressed to an alert. Someone had, in a fit of intelligence, actually bothered to turn the television to the news. Mr. Weatherman spouted on about flood warnings, but the Lamaire estate was not considered to be in an at risk area. No, they were in more danger of the occupants going stir crazy and murdering one another.

Don wasn't close to a crime spree, at least. More so of passing out. He hated rain like this, it left him jittery and on edge.. and sleepy. How all these things could happen at once, it was beyond him, but goddamn if it wasn't annoying. Spending the past hour trying to get to sleep alone, with no result, the youth had risen from his quarters and journeyed to the living room, his expression indescribable other than "wet cat look".

Leaning against the doorway, he surveyed the room, then finally just blurted it out. "Who the fuck's going to sleep with me?" Donald had always had better luck.. cuddling, to tell the truth. It was a bit embarrassing, but he couldn't help it. He needed to get to sleep before this blasted storm sent him into a panic attack. Once he was out, he was out, after all. Now all he had to do was drag one of his bastard family to bed with him to tend to his strange little quirk.

[Avery Newfeld]

ACCEPTED!

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