Post by Eric Hanes on Jul 8, 2015 10:44:56 GMT -6
Noiz from DMMd
ERIC CHRISTOPH HANES
Age: eighteen
Gender: male
Orientation: bisexual
Profession: survivor
Occupation: scout
Mentor: rocket man!
Appearance: Many would say that Eric looks the way he looks (and dresses the way he dresses) because he wants attention. This would be...partly true. He doesn't go out of his way to make himself look or act differently than other kids his age, but he does like being separated from the flock and admired for his own achievements and personality. Prideful is what many would say he is and Eric isn't likely to counter this argument.
Having never had a true home, growing up on the streets has left the boy with a very scrawny frame. He's evened out on the muscle side mostly from running and doing parkour in the city, but his stomach is naturally concave. His arms seem relatively skinny in comparison to his legs (which had muscle definition). His complexion ranges between an off white vanilla coloration and the very first hint of peanut butter if he's been out in the sun for too long.
Eric's defining feature is not anything that he was naturally given due to birth. It would be his multiple piercings that cover his body. While on the streets, he met a friend who liked to do body modification and considering it was free, how was Eric going to pass up the opportunity. His piercings include the following: bridge, standard lobe, orbital, industrial, helic, rook, tragus, and nipples. He's thought of getting more, or going for something more permanent like a tattoo, but he hasn't made up his mind either way.
Outside of the metal that sticks through his body, his mop of sunkissed blond hair, and the emerald coloration of his eyes, he looks like any other eighteen year old boy without a home.
Everyday Clothes: Eric didn't know what he was getting into when he stepped through the portal from Earth to Mi-Aro. Because of that, he brought all the clothing that he owned, which, admittedly, wasn't a lot. The boy can usually be found in torn jeans and layered tee shirts (patched and frayed, but wearable). He has only one pair of gym-shoes which has also been patched to the best of his ability. One possession that he loves would be his finger-less gloves. They are more taken-care-of than the rest of his belongings, but that's mostly because he found them in prime condition and they haven't been worn down enough to need to be patched.
Pack: A Dufflebag like this, but way more tattered and patched together.
Personality: Being that Eric is a street rat, one would assume that he'd be a serious, down to earth young adult with ideas and dreams on how to better his station in life. Those whom assume this are surprised when it turns out that Eric is nothing like this at all. While he does hate being homeless and poor, he's accepted this as his lot in life and makes the best of it whenever and where ever he can.
His ability to adapt to new and changing situations is what ultimately keeps him alive and safe. He will make plans, but he will never stick to them and doesn't expect anyone else to stick to any plans they've made as well. If things work out the way he's hoped they will, awesome; if they don't, he will adjust accordingly, sometimes overcompensate, and hope the new plan works out better than the last. Being illiterate and knowing no math beyond basic division, it is this and his street smarts which have kept him going all this time.
Mr. Hanes doesn't trust others. He finds it hard to put faith into creatures who change as much and as often as the weather does. They can't be relied on for anything outside of their actions, and even those sometimes aren't in his favor. Therefore, he's a very solitary individual, speaking when spoken to, but never going out of his way to make friends and keep up appearances. Sure, being diplomatic might help in the long run and might net a few connections that would make life easier on him, but he doesn't think in this manner. His thought process follows basic survival before anything else.
Likes: Body modification. Parkour. Warm food. Comfortable clothes. Clean drinking water. Sunshine. The sound of the ocean. Honey.
Dislikes: Stale/Rotten food. Sleeping under bridges. Being underestimated. Infections. Sickness. Betrayal.
Backstory: I don't remember the beginning. But, then again, who really does. No one remembers their birth, the first face they see when they tumble into the world, the first word they spoke and whether it was sunny or cloudy that day. I don't think anyone has those memories. Who would want them, really? How the hell does remembering who the hell your parents were help you out in the long run?
Naw, my first memory is sitting next to this kid. He was just skin and bones with huge blue eyes and bags under them. His head was kinda huge, a little misshapen, and he was holding this apple or this orange or whatever between his hands and he was eating it. And he kept watching me with those huge fucking eyes, like I was going to reach over and try to take it from him. I didn't even want the damn thing. I hate fruit. Makes my stomach upset. But, I was just a kid, just like him, and he didn't want to share.
I thought he was stupid and selfish. And I remember not sleeping under that bridge with him that night. I had before, but the minute he got a little taste of food, he wanted nothing to do with me. Asshole.
Most of my memories center around that. Surviving the elements, scrounging for food, fighting bigger and meaner kids off when they wanted to take what I had considered as mine. Sometimes they won, sometimes I won, sometimes people called the cops and we scattered like cockroaches when the light comes on. It was shitty, but it was life.
There was so much talk when the portal came, when Arceus came. I've never been religious, never found much reason in believing in a higher power and wishing to that power to change thing. You make your down destiny, change your own fate. Mumbling a few “sacred” words isn't going to up and change your circumstances. But I guess I believe I little now? I mean, shit, he showed up at our doorstep and gave us a portal to a new world, one that wasn't gone to hell because of us. How can I say I don't believe when there's evidence right there in my face.
I wasn't one of the first. It wasn't like a class system or anything, but I wasn't one of the first to step through. I hadn't even heard about the damned thing until a week later, only saw it a month after that. I was leery. Life on regular earth stunk to high heaven and back again, and there was nothing to keep my tethered. You don't really have “friends” on the streets. You get by when people decide they want to be your friend for an hour or you don't. So, yeah, nothing like that. And all my belongings were in a duffle bag I constantly carried around with me. Like I said, nothing was tethering me to earth.
But I waited, and waited, and waited. No clue why. Sometimes I'd sleep around the corner from where the portal was, just in case it, I dunno, disappeared or something. I always wanted to be close. Maybe it was reassuring, maybe I didn't believe it was real. I guess that's for some psychologist to analyze, not me.
One day, I was just done waiting. I decided that it was time to go, leave all this behind and see what was waiting for me on the other side. I stepped through.
Mentor: rocket man!
Appearance: Many would say that Eric looks the way he looks (and dresses the way he dresses) because he wants attention. This would be...partly true. He doesn't go out of his way to make himself look or act differently than other kids his age, but he does like being separated from the flock and admired for his own achievements and personality. Prideful is what many would say he is and Eric isn't likely to counter this argument.
Having never had a true home, growing up on the streets has left the boy with a very scrawny frame. He's evened out on the muscle side mostly from running and doing parkour in the city, but his stomach is naturally concave. His arms seem relatively skinny in comparison to his legs (which had muscle definition). His complexion ranges between an off white vanilla coloration and the very first hint of peanut butter if he's been out in the sun for too long.
Eric's defining feature is not anything that he was naturally given due to birth. It would be his multiple piercings that cover his body. While on the streets, he met a friend who liked to do body modification and considering it was free, how was Eric going to pass up the opportunity. His piercings include the following: bridge, standard lobe, orbital, industrial, helic, rook, tragus, and nipples. He's thought of getting more, or going for something more permanent like a tattoo, but he hasn't made up his mind either way.
Outside of the metal that sticks through his body, his mop of sunkissed blond hair, and the emerald coloration of his eyes, he looks like any other eighteen year old boy without a home.
Everyday Clothes: Eric didn't know what he was getting into when he stepped through the portal from Earth to Mi-Aro. Because of that, he brought all the clothing that he owned, which, admittedly, wasn't a lot. The boy can usually be found in torn jeans and layered tee shirts (patched and frayed, but wearable). He has only one pair of gym-shoes which has also been patched to the best of his ability. One possession that he loves would be his finger-less gloves. They are more taken-care-of than the rest of his belongings, but that's mostly because he found them in prime condition and they haven't been worn down enough to need to be patched.
Pack: A Dufflebag like this, but way more tattered and patched together.
Personality: Being that Eric is a street rat, one would assume that he'd be a serious, down to earth young adult with ideas and dreams on how to better his station in life. Those whom assume this are surprised when it turns out that Eric is nothing like this at all. While he does hate being homeless and poor, he's accepted this as his lot in life and makes the best of it whenever and where ever he can.
His ability to adapt to new and changing situations is what ultimately keeps him alive and safe. He will make plans, but he will never stick to them and doesn't expect anyone else to stick to any plans they've made as well. If things work out the way he's hoped they will, awesome; if they don't, he will adjust accordingly, sometimes overcompensate, and hope the new plan works out better than the last. Being illiterate and knowing no math beyond basic division, it is this and his street smarts which have kept him going all this time.
Mr. Hanes doesn't trust others. He finds it hard to put faith into creatures who change as much and as often as the weather does. They can't be relied on for anything outside of their actions, and even those sometimes aren't in his favor. Therefore, he's a very solitary individual, speaking when spoken to, but never going out of his way to make friends and keep up appearances. Sure, being diplomatic might help in the long run and might net a few connections that would make life easier on him, but he doesn't think in this manner. His thought process follows basic survival before anything else.
Likes: Body modification. Parkour. Warm food. Comfortable clothes. Clean drinking water. Sunshine. The sound of the ocean. Honey.
Dislikes: Stale/Rotten food. Sleeping under bridges. Being underestimated. Infections. Sickness. Betrayal.
Backstory: I don't remember the beginning. But, then again, who really does. No one remembers their birth, the first face they see when they tumble into the world, the first word they spoke and whether it was sunny or cloudy that day. I don't think anyone has those memories. Who would want them, really? How the hell does remembering who the hell your parents were help you out in the long run?
Naw, my first memory is sitting next to this kid. He was just skin and bones with huge blue eyes and bags under them. His head was kinda huge, a little misshapen, and he was holding this apple or this orange or whatever between his hands and he was eating it. And he kept watching me with those huge fucking eyes, like I was going to reach over and try to take it from him. I didn't even want the damn thing. I hate fruit. Makes my stomach upset. But, I was just a kid, just like him, and he didn't want to share.
I thought he was stupid and selfish. And I remember not sleeping under that bridge with him that night. I had before, but the minute he got a little taste of food, he wanted nothing to do with me. Asshole.
Most of my memories center around that. Surviving the elements, scrounging for food, fighting bigger and meaner kids off when they wanted to take what I had considered as mine. Sometimes they won, sometimes I won, sometimes people called the cops and we scattered like cockroaches when the light comes on. It was shitty, but it was life.
There was so much talk when the portal came, when Arceus came. I've never been religious, never found much reason in believing in a higher power and wishing to that power to change thing. You make your down destiny, change your own fate. Mumbling a few “sacred” words isn't going to up and change your circumstances. But I guess I believe I little now? I mean, shit, he showed up at our doorstep and gave us a portal to a new world, one that wasn't gone to hell because of us. How can I say I don't believe when there's evidence right there in my face.
I wasn't one of the first. It wasn't like a class system or anything, but I wasn't one of the first to step through. I hadn't even heard about the damned thing until a week later, only saw it a month after that. I was leery. Life on regular earth stunk to high heaven and back again, and there was nothing to keep my tethered. You don't really have “friends” on the streets. You get by when people decide they want to be your friend for an hour or you don't. So, yeah, nothing like that. And all my belongings were in a duffle bag I constantly carried around with me. Like I said, nothing was tethering me to earth.
But I waited, and waited, and waited. No clue why. Sometimes I'd sleep around the corner from where the portal was, just in case it, I dunno, disappeared or something. I always wanted to be close. Maybe it was reassuring, maybe I didn't believe it was real. I guess that's for some psychologist to analyze, not me.
One day, I was just done waiting. I decided that it was time to go, leave all this behind and see what was waiting for me on the other side. I stepped through.
