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Finley
“The Conven”
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Name: Finley Neil Blake.
Name Meaning(s):
Finley; “White/Fair Warrior.”
Neil; “Fury, Passion. Hero. Cloud.”
Blake; “Black, Pale.”
Conven; “White Warrior/Dog.”
Nickname(s): Conven, Fin, Lee, Neil, and whatever else you come up with.
Age: 24.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Demisexual Homoromantic. Ambiamorous.
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Hometown: Haran.
Role: Noble.
Desired Role: He’s actually rather content, though he certainly wouldn’t mind being, say… An advisor to the new Emperor.
Occupation(s):
Possible Advisor; Finley is no idiot, and the fact that he can easily sway and navigate the waters of politics makes him a rather convincing man. Truly, giving advice on how to run the kingdom would perhaps be quite easy for him. Plus, it’d be easier for him to get what he wants then, he’s aware.
Politician; Yes, as of now, Finley is a politician enjoying the ‘far too fancy’(they are the perfect amount of fancy, and how dare you suggest otherwise?) parties of Haran. He makes quite a good one too, what with how well he can read and manipulate people.
Business Owner; Finley also owns his own business, one that partakes and sells in the nightly Black Market of Haran. What they sell is classified, of course. But you can certainly count on it being one of the darker areas of profit. Finley has almost no qualms about morals, after all. Don’t worry though, he isn’t selling children. That’s about where his morals do step in.
Whose Side: Neutral, leaning towards Supporter.
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Appearance:
(Credits to Masaki@picrew.me)
Finley stands rather average at 5' 7”, though he sometimes seems 5’ 8” due to how proud his posture is. His skin tone is a pale bisque color with neutral cool undertones, making it seem even lighter than it already is. He has absolutely no freckles on his body, something he actually isn’t a big fan of since it just makes his entire appearance even more stereotypical of a vampire.
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Finley has a heart face shape, meaning he has a wider forehead and a smaller chin, the middle of his face somewhere in between, the whole thing on the longer side. His cheeks aren’t as full as they could be, but still fuller than what would warrant worry. Now for the nose, something that Finley rather likes, he has a hawk shaped nose, meaning it starts off the same way a ‘normal’ nose would, and then goes off the deep end at a slight angle, the tip of it a bit lower than the nasals. His lips are thinner in shape. His most often seen expression is a more easy going or slightly apathetic grin that one would expect to see on a chill or lazy person just talking to friends.
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His eyebrows are rather thin, but with an obvious arch. Finally, his eyes are an upturned deep set almond shape and are an icy sky blue color. His face is framed by silver white hair, it has a slight poof to it as well and goes down to the middle of his back when it’s down. Usually though, his hair is up into a loose ponytail or man bun.
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His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular. Everything about his structure screams that he’s more so built for agility than muscle. He weighs a good 115, with his BMI at a slightly unhealthy 18.01. What is especially strange about this boy(other than his eyes) is that he has six fingers on each hand, not all that strange since people can have six but still pretty strange.
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For scars… Finley has only two that are rather well hidden. One at the elbow of his left arm, and another going down the side of his right leg. He doesn’t really show them to anyone and nor does he have any intention to do so.
Fashion:
For clothing, Finley practically always wears a light blue sweater and light gray pants, almost like jeans but instead a light gray color (obviously). He also wears a light weight suit jacket, the color a nice navy blue, though sometimes it's switched for a white one. His shoes are white leather boots made for leisure strolls and formal events.
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As for accessories, he wears a white cloth belt at the waist, going around the light gray pants. They’re not as tight as they could be around him, as to allow him easier access to moving around and all. He also always wears a pale icy-sky blue bracelet worn at his right wrist with a matching one at his left ankle and he still does. And at times he'll wear a light blue scarf, as well. Oh, and never forget his black gloves.
Posture: Finley’s posture is proud. His back is straight whether or not he’s standing, hands always either behind his back or in front of him. The only time his hands aren’t in one of those two positions is when he is carrying something. His chin is always up, head positioned in a way that makes it to where every look seems almost condescending. Even if someone is taller than him. Though his facial expression almost never seems rude or condescending on its own, if we’re being honest.
Voice:
Finley’s voice is usually on the quieter side, with poor dictation that one would associate with someone that is too lazy to fully open their mouth for certain sounds. Along with this, his voice is on the deeper and lower ends of the spectrum. He has a steady and firm voice despite his poor dictation, and when he speaks with the expectation of attention- He gets it. For when he tries, his voice is clear and sounds what one would expect of an intelligent soul.
Handwriting:
Finley’s writing has been compared to a doctors. Illegible in a way that makes it seem respectful, important, and authoritative. It’s a strange combination, because no one really wants to admit that they can’t read his handwriting when it feels like it is something important. Especially when he can read it fine, as can people who have dealt with it before.
Disabilities: Finley has no physical ailments and anything mental is unknown, as Finley sees no reason to check anything out. There’s nothing truly concerning about him, after all. Don’t you agree?
Aroma: Finley’s scent is a strong one, an extremely noticeable one. And you either love it or you hate it. Because it’s a strong peppermint smell. And anyone who’s ever smelled peppermint knows that it doesn’t take much for it to be a strong and heavy scent. And Finley practically bathes in it.
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Personality:
(Credits to catadioptric@picrew.me)
Finley is a very calm soul, he doesn’t scare easily nor does he get upset easily either. He talks without paying too much attention to volume or diction, which usually ends with him being quieter and much less clear than he should be. Overall, he just seems very laid back and easygoing, a ‘go with the flow’ kind of person.
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He’s also surprisingly observant along with this, due to his chill nature, he has plenty of time to just… Watch people and figure them out. And plenty of time to sleep, which he definitely enjoys doing. He doesn’t really care what people think about, as long as he knows what they think about him. They can think whatever they want, but they at least have to be brave enough to tell him and be honest.
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To go along with both of these points… He’s very even-tempered, almost never truly angry. At most, he gets passive aggressive. He’ll throw some insults that he knows will hit them hard(courtesy of his observation skills) if he does get angry. But he most certainly isn’t one to throw a punch. Usually. There’s very few times that he would, but when he does- He hits quick and hard, just like his insults.
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Maybe worse of all though, is how apathetic he can be. If he’s bored, he doesn’t bother trying to hide it. Even more, if he doesn’t care about someone he doesn’t try to hide it. He doesn’t try to make it known either. It’s even to the point where he can be found zoning out or staring blankly at times that should be of great importance but simply aren’t to him.
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Now, even though he has a more laid back personality doesn’t make him lazy. Sure, he can come off as such, but he most certainly isn’t. If something needs to get done, he’ll get it done without fuss. He knows when it’s time to laze about and when it’s time to work. He has to, after all, he wouldn’t have survived if he didn’t.
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Or at least, he used to be like all of that. Now though? His apathy has grown and his insults have gotten rarer to hear(though still heart crushing when he says them, always right on point). His old ‘lazy unless working’ attitude has turned into a ‘manipulate others to do my work for me’ kind of attitude. His cold, calculating stares have only gotten even more calculating, even more cold. And his eyes, his ever changing eyes, show nothing within them. What’s worse, is his paranoia that’s come to him, making him go through specific routines everyday at specific times. He always seems ready to break and hurt someone, whether it be someone else or himself. And his observational skills have only strengthened, making almost everyone an open book that he needs only have one conversation with to understand how they think.
Greatest Joy: Reading people and putting them down in a way that everyone but the one on the receiving end would read as simply a casual statement. Oh, and getting people to do what he wants.
Greatest Fear: The world being completely gray for him once more, at least now he has his icy-sky blue.
Likes: Solitude, Silence, Reading, Deep Conversations, Peppermint Tea, Any Kind Of ‘Bad’ Weather.
Dislikes: Loud Noises, People, Socialization, Exercising, Emotions, Expectations(Low & High).
Strengths: Observant, Calm, Control, Flexible, Aim, Intelligent, Agility, Charismatic, Lying, Planning.
Weaknesses: Apathetic, Blunt, Physical Strength, Cold, Harsh, Emotions, Sympathy, Sarcastic, Manipulative, Paranoid.
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Spouse(s): Lilith Chernobog. Technically still open as he's Ambiamarous.
Lover(s): Open.
Crush(es): Open.
Ex(es): Open.
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Affiliations: Open.
Lilith Chernobog; His wife, and someone who he considers isn’t a pawn in his game of chess. No, she’s certainly part of the court. He tolerates her easily, though certainly doesn’t hold any actual feelings towards her that their marriage would suggest. Their marriage is nothing but a chip to be used to both of their games and benefits. A way to make sure that no matter what, the two can get what they want. If she ever has anyone over, he bats an eye and simply makes sure that their place is understood. And any unwanted admirers of Lilith’s is kept at bay by his mere presence, and his silver tongue.
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Tavarious Chernobog; Finley first met the future Emperor at one of his own parties before the takeover, where he did attempt to give him advice on how to go about it. It was ignored, though honestly? Finley hadn’t expected anything else. The Emperor was childish but tolerable to him, and it’s only been proven true in the jealousy he seems to hold towards Finley. Childish remarks and all. But Finley stays polite and respectful, if not a little apathetic still. He doesn’t make any advances towards the lovers or consort, not even a word or act that could be mistaken as such a thing. He does, however, compliment Tavarious on how they decorate the Emperor’s side. Frankly, Finley believes that Tavarious did believe his advice to be helpful or that the Emperor knew that if he went down then the city of Haran was at risk to fall and that is why he was kept as a nobleman. He does hold the most favor and money in the city, after all. And the most information on everyone in the city. Which he often gives to Tavarious if he sees it fit to do so. So, much like every other relationship Finley has with people, this one is mutually beneficial. For Finley, it raises him even higher in the world of politics. For Tavarious, it brings advice, funding, and information on people who do not support him that live in Finley’s city.
Kin: He was an only child.
Most Hated Person: Open.
Best Friend(s): Open.
Goes for Advice: Open.
Feels Responsible For: Now why would he ever?
Is Shy Around: As if.
Openly Admires: Finley doesn’t admire people. Especially not out loud.
Secretly Admires: Open.
Most Important Person: Open.
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Trivia:
Finley is quite skilled in the art of dual wielding, most notably daggers. His daggers all have handles of pure white, and the blade itself is always cleaned to where the silver can truly shine. Now this isn’t to say he isn’t skilled in any other weaponry, because he is. It’s just that he takes great pride in his daggers.
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He is also greatly skilled at whips, and these are also pure white. He knows how to use the recoil and how to twist his wrists just the right way and when to pull back and how it will snap and break and move. He treats it all like a dance, though he does this with any weapon he uses, and the weapon is always his partner within it.
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Finley can also, of course, manipulate people to do what he wants rather easily. Not to mention his great insults that can tear people down as if they are a drywall and he an unrelenting ram.
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He can read people, their words and actions, with ease. Fluent in body language, and able to manipulate his own- The only way to truly tell anything with him is his eyes, which always hold his apathetic stare.
Themesong(s):
Leave Me Alone by NF.
To Be Human by MARINA.
GRRRLS by AViVA.
Revenge, And a Little Bit More by Unlike Pluto.
I Need Control by Will Jay.
Dance in the Dark by Au/Ra.
Killer In The Mirror by Set It Off.
Panic Room by Au/Ra.
Can You Keep A Secret by Ellise.
Dancing With The Devil by Set It Off.
Other:
Finley Fem Fit; https://postimg.cc/gallery/3YqSLHt
Finley Masc Fit; https://postimg.cc/gallery/CSX1wmh
Mount/Verglas; https://postimg.cc/gallery/1wbHJ3z
(Credits to Morotsuyoshi@picrew.me)
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Garvin
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Name: Garvin.
Name Meaning(s):
Garvin; “Spear-friend, Rough, Rugged, Cruel Fate.”
Nickname(s): Whatever you can think of. He loves to hear what people come up with.
Age: 21.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Brinsexual Androbiromantic. Ambiamorous.
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Hometown: Unknown. Or at least, he’s moved around so much that he doesn’t really remember it.
Role: Warehouse Worker.
Desired Role: As much as he hates the place, he doesn’t really know what could be better. So… Begrudgingly content. Not like he’s going to end up a noble anytime soon, after all.
Occupation(s):
Factory Worker; Obviously, Garvin is currently working at Griffinaid. He’d started working there about a month before it was put into lockdown. He supposes that it just means he doesn’t have to worry about shelter, food, or water as much. Quite frankly, he’s rather fine with it as of now. Just so long as the punishments stay as only not giving them supplies. They become physical and he’s outta there. Somehow. That’s how he sees it as of now.
Freelancer; Before applying at the factory, Garvin had been a freelancer. He’d basically do any job for the right price. Whenever he couldn’t find a job, he’d just play his banjo. Until it broke, that is, and he had to sell it off to some pawn shop.
Sailor; He’d been part of a crew at one point, and it’s where he learned to play banjo and how to win tons of different card games and about certain habits that perhaps he shouldn’t have been learning. He loved this time of his life though, it was definitely the best. The crew was about the closest thing to a family he’d ever had. Until he almost drowned to death and they sent him on his way out of care for his safety.
Chimney Cleaner; His first job, and one he’d had when he was much younger. And where he gained that annoying cough of his. He was fired(and thrown out) when he got too tall to do it well.
Thief; Throughout his life, Garvin’s been a pickpocket and shoplifter. Nothing he doesn’t need, of course, but still. He’s been pickpocketing valuables and downright cash for decades. As well as shoplifting food and water for just as long. He’s an expert on how to do it by now.
Whose Side: Neutral, despite the whole lockdown. Honestly? Garvin’s just kind of waiting to see what happens. As of right now though, he’s starting to lean towards Resolution.
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Appearance:
(Credits to catadioptric@picrew.me)
Garvin stands tall at a haunting 6’ 5”, usually hunched to a 6’ 3”. His skin tone is a pale fair color(a bit more on the tanned side though, given how much time he’s spent in the sun) with cool undertones(mostly greener ones due to his terrible habits), only adding to how pale he is. He has freckles practically everywhere on his body. Quite honestly, his skin and hair have a layer of dirt and grime that he’s sure wouldn’t leave even if he washed and washed.
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Garvin has a rather oval face shape, meaning he has a smaller forehead and a smaller chin, but the middle of his face is wider, the whole thing on the longer side. His cheeks are rather gaunt despite it. Now for the nose, something that Garvin rather likes, he has a hawk shaped nose, meaning it starts off the same way a ‘normal’ nose would, and then goes off the deep end at a slight angle, the tip of it a bit lower than the nasals. His lips are thinner in shape, and smirks his most often seen expression. Well, those and his signature Garvin grin.
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His eyebrows are rather thin. Despite them being thin and rather straight, they have a slight bush to them towards the end which gives them the illusion of an arrow pointing upwards. Finally, his eyes with deep, heavy eye bags underneath them and usually bloodshot, (and whether that be from lack of sleep or his unhealthy habits, is unclear) are a deepset hooded shape and dark gray in color, which he is glad for. Because if he had green eyes with his freckles and red hair, he’d certainly huff and puff unhappily(sarcastically, of course). His face is framed by unruly and wavy, almost to the point of curly, red hair. Firey in color, though more on the gray side of the red hair spectrum, that is most oftenly messy and in his face, the tips of all of it going just below the ears in length, the back going down to the nape of his neck.
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His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, a long torso matched with long legs, everything about him screams lanky. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this man only weighs in at around 150 lbs, his BMI at 17.79 and being underweight by 6 pounds. Most surprising about his weight, is that most of what he does have is muscle, otherwise he'd probably be way more underweight than he already is. When it comes to body hair, Garvin doesn’t have an insane amount- Just about average for his age and circumstances, honestly. He also has a few tattoos of vines that go across his knuckles.
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As for scars, he possesses many. From scars on his back and shoulders that look like they’re from whipping, to burn scars on his legs, to cuts on his arms, to a singular one that looks like a slash across his neck. He’s covered in scars. In fact, the only places that don’t seem to be covered in scars are his head and hands. And even his left hand has a small scar of a cut across his palm. And both hands have tiny scars all over, which are both just extremely calloused too. He also has a few cigarette burn scars on his arms.
Fashion:
As for clothing, he’s usually wearing a red and black flannel(a bit torn up, a few of the tears having patches though not all) over a white shirt sleeve t-shirt. His pants tend to be ripped, baggy black pants that have quite a few patches, with his shoes most often ending up as boots with buckles, one of the buckles on his left is broken. He also wears a dark gray trench coat most of the time, with a few old stains and tears.
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And when it comes to accessories? Fingerless gloves made of gauze that he’s wrapped around his palms and up to his elbow, several rings(all bands) that he wears on whichever finger he ends up putting them on that morning.
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And then there’s piercings. He has a nose piercing(nasallang piercing), a few different ear piercings; multiple lobe ones(both ears; 5 left and 4 right), a helix piercing(left ear), a tragus piercing(both ears), a flat piercing(both ears; 2 left and 1 right), a lobe piercings(both ears), and an industrial piercing(right ear). Lastly, he also has a mouth piercing, a spider/viper bite piercing.
Posture: Garvin’s posture is tense, but relaxed. He’s practically always at least slightly hunched, though his shoulders are usually tensed. His entire posture really just screams that he’s comfortable and relaxed to anyone that only gives him a glance. Anyone who looks on longer though can see the slightest tenses that say that he’s alert, that he’s still watching people and is prepared for any oncoming attacks. Usually though, nobody really notices the signs of being alert and simply thinks that he’s a relaxed kind of guy.
Voice:
His voice is on the higher but deeper end of the spectrum. It’s gravelly and smooth. It used to be higher pitched and smooth, but given everything, it’s become deeper and gravelly; scratchy. It’s still higher pitched, just more rough sounding. Screechy wouldn’t be a good way to describe it, but if it was the only way to describe how raw his voice is, then it would have to work. His voice sounds hoarse, raw, and raspy, to put simply. He also doesn’t tend to put too much effort into dictation, so a lot of his words end up sounding a lot less clear than they should be.
Handwriting:
Garvin’s penmanship, quite frankly- Is terrible. It’s barely legible, even to him. But that’s when he writes fast and for long periods, if he’s writing something slower or something short then it’s a bit better. Still not the best, but it’s definitely more legible, at least.
Disabilities:
Garvin has a persistent cough that won’t leave, which he’s had for over a decade now. He’s gotten used to it, and it’s more of a slight annoyance than anything else. As for anything mental? Nothing that’s been diagnosed, since he doesn’t have the time nor money for something like that in his opinion. But his mental state is nowhere near stable, if we’re being honest. Trust issues, self-depreciation, insecurities that run so deep at this point that he doesn’t even realize he has them until someone pokes a sensitive area, touch starved, an apathy that he deals with by getting into even more trouble than he already did before, tension in his shoulders and back from needing to stay alert more than most, insomnia and near constant exhaustion for the same reason… Honestly, he’s a mess. A functional mess, sure, but still a mess.
Aroma: Let’s be real, Garvin doesn’t smell good. He’s been locked in a factory for a while, and even before that his life was exactly giving him showers and baths. Anyways though, Garvin has a scent of smoke, blood, sweat, alcohol, and grime. A smell people would often attribute to a downtown city.
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Personality:
(Credits to Masaki@picrew.me)
To say that Garvin is a generous and modest person would be like trying to say that a sydney funnel-web spider is a harmless spider. Because in all actuality, Garvin is arrogant and prideful, not to mention extremely greedy and selfish. Though this may come from the fact that he grew up on the streets, so to be fair, most of his boasts are well deserved. Regardless, he still has a huge ego that can and will intimidate opponents. Not to mention his sharp tongue that’ll spit insults like there’s no tomorrow.
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Despite his arrogance and sharp tongue, even despite his greed, when faced with kindness, this man immediately becomes awkward and confused. Stammering and eyes darting with suspicion as though he genuinely believes that no one could possibly be kind without any ulterior motives. He also is quite reckless, often getting into trouble with either authority or fellow people. Many times because of his own lies collapsing on himself.
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If you manage to become his friend, well, first off, good job. And second, you will find quickly that he’d much rather him die than them, though this may also be because of his nihilistic nature. Nevertheless, he’s still a great friend. Someone’s being mean to you? He’ll probably have a few words for them. Would he actually fight someone though... Not unless the other started it or if he was just that mad, he prefers to keep violence as a last resort. Though he’ll gladly carve into the school walls for his friends, sometimes quite literally.
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Food and money is the way to the guy’s heart, apparently. Though he’s a hopeless romantic in all actuality, just the thought of someone that doesn’t care how he is, just the thought of being able to be himself is something he dwells on for long periods of time. And this is probably due to how fake he acts, always loud and arrogant, always showing off and getting into trouble... But never actually being him. The insecure and nihilistic boy that doesn’t understand why no one ever wanted him.
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Despite his obvious ego and nihilistic views, he absolutely fears being forgotten by the people he cares about. Not only does he fear it though, he expects it to happen. If he were to talk to someone about it, he’d talk about it as if he’s accepted the fact. But he’s terrified of it nonetheless, he doesn’t want it to happen, he just knows it most likely will.
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He’s also someone that tries to trick himself into believing that he’s fine. He’s someone that tries to be an optimist in front of others but always ends up being a pessimist literally anywhere else.
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Despite the fact that he lies… A lot… He values honesty from others. Especially from those he considers friends. It doesn’t mean that he’ll be honest with them, but it does mean that if they know something or learn something that concerns him in any way. That’s his business in any way. He doesn’t want to be kept in the dark.
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He tends to show himself as a confident, talkative prick; as mentioned in the first paragraph. As you probably have realized though, this is false. This is nowhere near to the truth. Now, you may remember me mentioning insecurities. And this is where I shall explain those and how they manifest.
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The first(and biggest) insecurity is that he is going to die and no one will even notice, and that no one will even care if they do. This is connected to that deep rooted fear that I mentioned earlier. Just like the fear, he’s accepted that he will die someday, and that when that day comes… No one will notice, no one will care, no one will cry or shout or deny. It will happen and there will be no consequences to it at all. He tries to not let himself think about it too much.
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The second insecurity, and one that plays into the first one, is that no one wants his company more so that they want him to do something that needs to be done for them. Something that he’s noticed in the past is that as soon as he’s done with a job or favor or promise, the person immediately drops all contact with him. So trust and actual deep connections with people are not something he has.
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The third insecurity I’ll be explaining is the last one(Well, it’s not his last one, it’s just the last one I’ll be talking about.) He knows he seems talkative and loud most of the time, and he knows that that’s what people expect of him. And he thinks that since that’s what people expect of him, that that’s what people want from him whenever they hang out with him or talk to him.
Greatest Joy: Nicknaming people, it annoys the hell out of most. It’s honestly just a lot of fun to him. Oh, and getting to nap. And winning. And playing the 12-string banjo. And having money. And eating food. It’s pretty easy to satisfy him, if we’re being honest.
Greatest Fear: That when he dies, no one will notice or care. That everyone will just forget him. Oh, and drowning. He can’t swim.
Likes: Sleeping/Napping, Winning, Music, Money, and Food(If only there was a love category).
Dislikes: Large Crowds, Small/Enclosed Spaces, Being Completely/Utterly Alone, Going Hungry, and Losing.
Strengths: Aim, Playing 12-String Banjo, Stamina, Lying, Stealing, Flexible, and Observant.
Weaknesses: Paranoid, Alcoholic, Swimming(He can’t), Nihilistic, Awkward/Insecure, Addictive Smoker, and A Bit Selfish.
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Spouse(s): Open.
Lover(s): Open.
Crush(es): Open.
Ex(es): Open.
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Affiliations: Open.
Kin: Unknown, if any.
Most Hated Person: Open.
Best Friend(s): Open.
Goes for Advice: Garvin doesn’t go for advice from anyone, he gives advice. Open.
Feels Responsible For: Oh please, everyone’s their own person and makes their own decisions, isn't his fault if their decisions suck. Open.
Is Shy Around: Ha, as if Garvin would ever be shy around someone! Open.
Openly Admires: Open.
Secretly Admires: Open.
Most Important Person: Open.
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Trivia:
If he could afford it(and if he weren’t trapped in a factory), he’d have even more piercings and tattoos. But he can’t, so he’s settled on being fine with what he does have. Same for a new banjo, if we’re being honest. But as of now, he’s more concerned with staying alive.
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He carries a swiss knife on his person at all times, given you never know when you’d need one- He says it’s quite nice to have it. It’s also quite nice to know what all is edible in an area, or at least edible enough to not die from eating it and to stave off starvation for as long as possible. In his own humble opinion, of course.
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Despite being a liar and a thief, he tries his best to keep promises. He hates promising or swearing that he’ll do something and then not doing it. It honestly gets on his nerves when he has to do so.
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He recommends to everyone not to eat a dead, unwashed, uncooked bird that’s been lying on the ground for days unless they have to. Same for a raw, dead rat that’s soaking wet from rain.
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Garvin has a certain grin he does a lot, one where you can never be sure if it’s genuine or not. It doesn’t normally matter how good at face reading someone is, even some of the best gamblers he’d met hadn’t been able to tell. But everybody knows it’s basically his signature, you see it and know it’s him immediately. Doesn’t matter how long you’d known him, it’s almost for certain you know the grin.
Themesong(s):
Addvice by Days N Daze.
Wholesale Failure by Days N Daze.
Hate by Crywank.
The Entertainment’s Here by AJR.
Break My Face by AJR.
I Don’t Exist by Olivia O’Brien.
Spilt Beer by Days N Daze.
Fallohides by We The Heathens.
Drunk by The Living Tombstone.
Far From Home by Sam Tinnesz.
Other:
(Credits to Morotsuyoshi@picrew.me)
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