Y'now, I just don't remember my other lady, but I know it was along the lines of "I'm one of those people that makes everyone happy, then she dies young." (this is what happens when you listen to TDG's depressing songs). Have Tarsay instead >:D
Tarsay Rommen
"Go ahead, kill me, life. I'm sure it would help you."
Eighteen | Male | Bi | ₣Ɽ₳₵₮ɄⱤɆĐ (but was, formerly, probably the little-couldn't-give-a-shit)
Nickname:
Say, Rom
Relationship Status:
Well, he thinks he's single. Frankly, he doesn't remember.
Appearance:
If one were to simply glance briefly at Say, there would be quite a few words for what your eyes would see: pretty boy. Skinny, so skinny. Tall. Confident. And... tired, all the time.
Perhaps, before the accident, Say lived up to his attributes completely, feeling exactly like the 6'1" man he was. He had been confident, always cracking jokes, a smirk always on his face, or a laugh almost always present. His features were good in a laugh, too- cognac brown, almond-shaped eyes would always turn up at the corners, and his laugh would extend to his whole face, even if it wasn't a particularly hearty and boasting one. He's always been fine with how he looked, messing with his deep auburn hair, messy and yet so fine just the way it is.
If you were to look at him now, his head would have a stitch line running all the way across the slight right side of his head, separating his curly hair into parts, with that on the front of his head thicker, and the back cut to be trimmed, but not forced. And since the accident, all he's been is just tired, so inexcusably tired. It shows in the circles under his eyes, in the conscious, but careless, way he holds himself. It's as if he doesn't remember anything about the people he's met, let alone his friends. And perhaps he doesn't.
Considering where he was in the accident, he's got the most scarring- his left arm from elbow to shoulder is completely covered in jagged scars, and faded scratches run all the way down his legs. His neck boasts a pale, sizeable tear running from temple to clavicle. He so happens to be missing part of two of his fingers, and he's fairly sure his stomach was cut in half- he can't eat nearly as much as he used to.
Of course, he's always been skinny- and not necessarily in a good way- but it's been worse, in the past year. He mostly isn't hungry, but sometimes, he forgets to eat entirely. In an effort to stop the nagging from people who used to know him, he wears a long, gray sweatshirt that, when pulled back, can show both his muscles and ribs with ease. Say will typically wear dark blue bootcut jeans, sneakers, and no matter what, always has his phone with him.
Personality:
Say's an interesting guy, y'now? One that doesn't know when to quit, and is rather good at starting parties. Yep- here comes the popular guy.
His name has earned him infamy in many places, not for being "Tarsay", but for being "Say", the man with a sense about the world, with a careless mind and charm that precedes him. In his hometown, people know who he is, and they often enjoy his company. He gets along better with teens, having more in common with those willing to do anything that's just fun than the adults who've learned their lesson about life. If anything, he could be called friendly but ignorant, willing to participate in... anything, really.
Say has little sense of self; even if he is confident, he's willing to risk his life for very little. Really, he just likes adventure, you know? And he really doesn't care about risk- if there's an option, he'll head straight for it. If there's ever a need, he'd risk his own life to help his friends- it's just that, to him, his friends are the only family he has, so they're the only people he cares for. If anyone does anything to harm or potentially damage his friends, they'd better get ready- he may be thin, but he's not a coward. He's more than willing to do what he needs to, when he needs to.
His sense of morality is surprisingly strong, just in a direction that's not quite considered... sound. He'll do anything anyone asks him to, whether that's working for a good cause, or doing his best to find loopholes in the law. He doesn't have a care in the world if someone walks up to him and asks him to help bury someone, or buy their food for a month, or if a random person wanted to stop by and say hello. It's just how he is- carefree. But when he does care about something, he cares so much it becomes a passion, whatever it happens to be.
Say doesn't get outwardly emotional much, sticking to goofing and joking around- but likely, he would if he had someone to be emotional around.
At the moment, he remembers his family and little of his school, with relationships he's made over the year, but has had a... difficult time remembering his old, long-standing friendships.
Likes:
People. He really enjoys the company of anyone he's around.
He's not one incredibly thrilled by the idea of being a jock, but he's always loved basketball and keeping in shape.
Tarsay enjoys camping. Sitting by a fire, laughing with his friends, and watching the flames crackling to the sky. There's something so peculiarly calming about this one simple thing.
Dislikes:
His mother. There does not need to be a reason for this, and it's not like he'll ever tell you what it is anyways. Even the most social people can hide their darkest secrets.
Being alone- even a moment alone, he'll find a way to get together with friends again, or spend time around someone close to him that way he's always somewhere new, never by himself.
Say doesn't like the heat. Sure, he likes fire, but on a hot day, he'd much rather have had it all frozen in the first place. He is from the north, after all.
Strengths:
His kindness is an asset that many people enjoy, and he enjoys helping people with it. Of course, he'd never call it "being kind" and would probably just call it "being a friend." It's his thing.
Charming here is able to smile his way out of a death sentence, I'm sure. It's probably why he's alive. He can charm anyone, no matter who it is- except for his parents, of course.
Weaknesses:
He has a hard time showing his deeper emotions, often leading to confusion and questions where, with a normal person, there wouldn't be any. This is both physical and verbal expression, though he's certainly worse at the talking bit.
He dreams only in shades of red. With nightmares that haunt him every night, not just of the accident but from his life, he has a hard time sleeping, holding around four hours of sleep every day. And even still, he wakes up every hour, but he hasn't been able to figure out why. Many days he goes without sleep.
Other:
Say plays the guitar. He really loves it, and has always been willing to share his talents with people who want to hear them.
Winter 
Night Weather: 
Clear Moon: 
