FORSYTHE - PANSEXUAL - SINGLE
BREEDINGS MAYBE, MAYBE OOC
BREEDINGS MAYBE, MAYBE OOC
Forsythe, the abducted
a poor fellow who hides past trauma in alcohol and crazy stories just trying to forget what actually happened
very successful sci-fi author
is heavily into conspiracy theories
but people mostly ignore his messed up personality
in favor of his really awesome work
talks to himself a lot, but not really to anyone else
believes that he was abducted by aliens as a child / young adult
and experimented on
was actually seriously abused, but he is masking
has since left his past behind and is trying to forget
but his past haunts him still, so he hides in a fantasy
writes about his "experiences" in sci-fi form
his books are bestsellers and he has a great fandom
he just seriously needs some actual friends
or someone to take care of him
and someone who tells him that everything is gonna be alright
"Feed me to the mob", he snarls "and when they rip through my flesh and devour me whole, remember that I warned you. they're out for blood." - a suffering individual with a heavy burden on his chest. expresses his thoughts in muttered sentences and always out of breath. looks like he has been running away from something - or someone - for his whole life. never stands still, always on edge. paranoid of every movement in the corner of his eyes. conspiracies are his reality. he talks about them, writes about them. he knows what he saw, but no one else does. creativity and madness merged into one, inseperable and undistinguishable. empty bottles of whisky, a bar fight he never won before and never will. angry at no one and everyone, spiteful towards himself. always tired. at night he points at the sky and tells you: "they're already here"
very successful sci-fi author
is heavily into conspiracy theories
but people mostly ignore his messed up personality
in favor of his really awesome work
talks to himself a lot, but not really to anyone else
believes that he was abducted by aliens as a child / young adult
and experimented on
was actually seriously abused, but he is masking
has since left his past behind and is trying to forget
but his past haunts him still, so he hides in a fantasy
writes about his "experiences" in sci-fi form
his books are bestsellers and he has a great fandom
he just seriously needs some actual friends
or someone to take care of him
and someone who tells him that everything is gonna be alright
"Feed me to the mob", he snarls "and when they rip through my flesh and devour me whole, remember that I warned you. they're out for blood." - a suffering individual with a heavy burden on his chest. expresses his thoughts in muttered sentences and always out of breath. looks like he has been running away from something - or someone - for his whole life. never stands still, always on edge. paranoid of every movement in the corner of his eyes. conspiracies are his reality. he talks about them, writes about them. he knows what he saw, but no one else does. creativity and madness merged into one, inseperable and undistinguishable. empty bottles of whisky, a bar fight he never won before and never will. angry at no one and everyone, spiteful towards himself. always tired. at night he points at the sky and tells you: "they're already here"