Neal Bayden
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Bio: He's always been a shy, loner type, but he had a few close friends growing up. His relationship with his father has always been very good and he admired his mom and her art. She is the one who taught him how to draw. However, his mother is mentally unstable and always wanted to have a daughter, not a son. In weak moments, she has said this, showing a very two faced personality. Either she's hateful or loving. One day when he was 18, she had a psychotic break and stabbed him multiple times with a kitchen knife. He stumbled outside and was helped, coded in the ambulance, but was resuscitated. In order to cope, he and his father moved to a small town for a fresh start.
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Age: 18
Gender: Male Species: Human Orientation: Gay Status: Single Occupation: High school student, amateur artist Appearance: He's a bit on the tall side at 5'8" with pale skin and a lean body. He has shaggy black hair and blue-green eyes that fluctuate between those colors. Scars cut across his forearms and a couple across his chest. He only wears long sleeves or a black jacket. Clothing is often black or grey and fairly nondescript with jeans or black pants. His backpack is black with a grey spiderweb design. Likes: Art (both making and appreciating), the sound of wind in the trees, and white-noise background sounds. Dislikes: Currently hates chalk pastels and even looking at them. Being the center of attention makes him cringe, and blue eyes trigger dysphoria. Personality: He's a loner, mostly self imposed. Seen as a freak because of his emo style art and how closed lipped he is about himself. He had a lot of friends that knew him to be friendly while in junior high but he's never been fully open with anyone. It's only gotten worse since the attack, leaving him broken with the constant plague of nightmares and even daymares. He's wary and nervous of strangers but even worse with his friends that he's no longer able to connect to. Because of his self-consciousness over his scars, he's terrified of anyone finding the truth out about him. He doesn't want disgust, curiosity, or even worse, pity, to be thrown at him. He would rather not confront his own trauma. When he is happy though, he's almost shy about it and hesitant to smile. He'd like to say he'd never hurt anyone either but he's got a lot bottled up inside of him, desperate for a way to break out. |