Oh I remember this idea! I tried for it awhile back, though sadly I wasn't chosen last year. Still might as well try again right?
I thought I would add cake to the conversation
(I swear it's real)
Anyway I apologize for this character sheet, if it has bad grammar or really drawn out. I just kept writing it and had too much fun to stop. Even if I'm not chosen I still had fun designing the guy, it was my first time making a jerk so at least it was some practice for me ^_^'
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“So, do you wish to play a game?”Name: Colin Maxwell
Age: 16
Appearance: 
“They say clothing tells a lot about a person’s character. I can see why.”Standing at 6’1” Colin has a tall frame and slender build, almost skeleton like without any effort of exercise in his life. In a physical fight the boy would be relatively useless, while average in cardio having little ability for pain tolerance. Because of this he tends to where loose fitting clothing: a wrinkled button down, tie, and slacks his general choice of wear. In an almost spirited choice of arrogance Colin always strives to look nice, whether that be his clothing style or situating his hair to where there isn’t a loos strand in sight.
When he presents himself he always strives to leave any kind of impression, whether it be to get what he wants or feed his ego in any way.
He wears a clean face with long kempt light brown hair, almost a boyish complexion if not for his eyes. A pale mix of violent, blue, and grey his eyes bear the appearance of that of a man much older. His eyes always seem to be calculating a situation, not really to understand his surroundings better but to see how he can use anything to his advantage. Whether shining out of laughter or dulled if bored with current events, they always seem to bear some sense of calculation.
He as well wears a keepsake locket around his neck, containing the pictures of himself and a childhood friend. Of course he would never admit to having it, and would probably treat is as a worthless trinket if anyone brought it up. “It’s not mine to toss” he would say uncaringly, dropping the subject.
Personality: “When I play a game I play it to win, anything else would be pointless.”To strangers from the outside looking in Colin seems almost perfect, a model citizen. First meeting him he seems very charming, a smile on his face with no shortage of laughter if the conversation gets going. Making polite conversation with men and giving playful flirtations with women many people may become instantly attracted to him. And why not, being a fun person to be around he is sometimes effortlessly able to gain whatever item, information, or pleasures he desires. Such has been his life.
However these interactions are never in any way permanent, and for good reason.
All Colin’s actions are based around manipulation, gaining favor with anyone he wishes to in order to retrieve whatever he sets his mind to. Should he fail to acquire what he desires or should someone come to know him for long enough and his true character comes out. At his core the boy his hostile and uncaring towards anyone who isn’t himself, likely to run from a fight than do what he can to assist. However while a coward, should the need arise he is able to work together toward a common goal(Should his interests benefit from such cooperation of course). Mostly he’ll appear bored of his company should he tire of them, however at times he can go as far as rude and downright hostile. Those who come to know him for this long begin to see the person he really is. He is a boy who is disgusted by the world around him, the kind of person who would scoff at anyone who wishes to raise loved ones from the dead. How could anyone wish to return others to such an awful existence?
By himself or with others he expresses a sort of God complex, possibly viewing his abilities far greater than they might actually be. He certainly is very intelligent, able to view a problem and develop quick solution; however his arrogance tends to hold him back. With a deep obsession with games he enjoys to challenge anyone if having a steady grasp of the rules and knowing he’d win. Whether chess to video games he enjoys all forms of competition, eager to use his intelligence to trump others. A situation he sees he might lose and he quits the game almost immediately, making excuses as to why such a game would be pointless to play. Of course very few are able to match him in this strength, especially in regards to the game. His mind is his only weapon, even through cheating he’s quite good at winning.
Despite all of his hostility he is a boy who is very broken and bitter on the inside. He may at times express schizophrenic tendencies, hearing voices that are not spoken around him. His hands can start shaking whenever he’s upset or cornered and sometimes may even lash out in tearful rage. A sheltered life mixed with a wandering mind has left him in the sort of mess he’s in, not sure how to make out who he really is. There are rare occurrences when all fits aside his mind will be calm, almost craving for the acceptance of others when he is left with nothing else. Some could call him misunderstood, but his ugly personality would come racing back just as quickly. Yet part of the boy feels empty, an intelligent mind shattered and slogging through life searching for purpose. Where would he find answers?
Background: “Alice…how can you be so happy?”“Hm…?” The girl cocked her head towards the boy’s muttered comment, completely disregarding the game of chess they were playing. He seemed tense, eager to win even if his opponent was ridiculous easy. Suddenly she began to giggle, startling the boy a bit as he shot his head up to the girl.
“Wha…” He began, unsure how to approach her beaming face.
“Colin, how can you be so serious. We’re having fun aren’t we?”The boy turned an embarrassed face away and gazed hard at the board before him, her moves haphazardly scattered all over the place almost as if she did not give any thought to strategy.
It isn’t strategy that’ll win this war, the girl beamed,
but the determined hearts of my troops!His gaze intensified, almost attempting to burn a hole into the board itself. It wasn’t until the girl’s arms wrapped around his body that his trance was broken, Colin beginning to feel her heart beat on his back. His face grew red, even with his friend an embarrassing position like this could not be-
“I’m not boring you am I?” She pouted, resting a head on his right shoulder. He stiffened, however finding his body suddenly relax at the warmth of her embrace he couldn’t help but smile. Fight as he may he had to admit it, yes he was enjoying himself. He reached down to casually move a piece, feeling a sort of uplifting sensation as he placed it back on the board. She left herself open for checkmate, however Colin found that he couldn’t end the game just yet. As of now he was playing for fun.
“Check. It’s your move Alice.” The girl gave an exaggerated salute and the game would continue.
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Colin was born to an average family, a father who ran a struggling business and a stay at home mother who would fuss too much over celebrities. Yet at an early age the boy would be found to be what his parent’s called a prodigy. Scoring high on many IQ tests he breezed through his early years of education, jumping through grades easily as he went through his life. However school never really interested him, sometimes intentionally failing exams to test the reactions of his teachers.
What really interested him were competitions, game of intelligence and something he could win.
What began as competitions through school began to evolve into nationwide tournaments, doing everything in his power to win. When he won adults would praise and call him a genius, gifting him things just by talking to them. His parents would coddle him to death, his winnings giving himself the opportunity to ask for most things he set his eyes on. Life seemed almost easy to him, almost as if playing through a video game on the easiest setting. Yet as he continued, his heart would waver.
Over time he viewed winning less as something enjoyable and more as a necessity. The more he won the more he needed to win, eventually gaining hostility by many of his opponents simply by existing. Around adult figures he was lovable figure, around other kids however he grew to overcome their taunts by mocking their own inefficiencies. His arrogance grew and eventually he would come to make more mistakes, gain more enemies, and eventually came to walk out on games he knew he would lose.
“Was something wrong?” “Is he ill?” Colin could not block the questions, unable to avoid the unbearable talks from the parents who were living vicariously through him. The games grew boring if something to keep him satisfied, yet there would always come the realization he did not want to accept: Others were smarter. No matter how much he tried there was always someone smarter, always someone who would mock him with their fake smiles and stale good lucks. It made him sick.
Without winning what was he? Any ‘friends’ he would make had no meaning, and he never felt as if he belonged anywhere. The worse realization came from the monotony his life had settled into, growing bored with the world around him. Why did his world have to be so uninteresting, when did it stop being fun to play the games he loved so much? His life blurred around him, blank faces congratulating him or giving concerned faces at the games he would walk out of. His forfeits to avoid losing.
Alice walked into his life quite literally, interrupting a game of chess he set up with play against himself (Games he would rarely finish). A child of his age she had the mind of one, giggling uncontrollably as the boy began to yell at the girl for knocking pieces over. She would not understand the concept of ‘ruining’ the game, eventually picking up the pieces and placing them in ways that didn’t make sense.
“Why not make a new game then?” She questioned.
A daughter of one of his father’s business partners, she began to come more frequently because of Colin’s requests. The two became inseparable, the girl pulling him into neighborhood adventures with the boy providing the voice of reason. He would teach her his games and she would teach hers, often times involving rules that rarely made much sense if any at all. Yet Colin began to find joy in games once more, no longer worrying whether he won or not. She was turning him into the boy he was.
And he would lose, for the first time ever he found himself losing against her. Even in games he found familiar he would grow distracted, and while not often find himself in a losing position. He wouldn’t walk away, and overtime he found himself growing attached to this girl in a way that any young boy would crush on a girl they liked. She saw through his difficult attitude, and he embraced an odd personality many other boys would avoid her for. Perhaps his world wasn’t as bad as he had thought.
It happened quick on one of their neighborhood adventures, exploring the neighborhood around Collin’s house. Her laughter filled the hot summer air, dragging his hand along as they danced from sidewalk to sidewalk. Their destination was the waterfront, Alice wishing to see the sparkling water.
“Live life for today Colin!” She would tease him, pulling him across roads and dancing through sprinklers. She let go of his hand, skipping across a crosswalk happily-
She died quickly, an intoxicated driver smashing through the red light and painting the surrounding pavement blood red. Colin blinked in surprise, the young boy standing on a sidewalk covered in blood. Before anyone could see what happened the boy quietly turned around and walked back to his house, calmly explaining the situation to his frightened parents. Their horrified remarks towards his safety rather than the girls disgusted him, yet the mourning came just the same to them.
As it came to any stranger outside of the family. Saddened grief for a few weeks, and then life moved on. The world kept spinning, more people died and were born every day. Colin turned back to the games he loved, going back into the mundane life he had known before. Any bile that would make its way up when he thought of Alice he forced back down, suppressing any sort of emotion he once felt of the girl he had come to love.
“A child’s crush, nothing real” he coldly rationalized.
And life indeed moved on. His family moved to a busier city and he continued to play the part of a perfect child. Times he wasn’t playing games he was out with his ‘friends’ prowling the city, searching for any unfortunate homeless man they could push down and beat up. His life dulled, the world around him slowed, and it seemed color itself began to fade into black and white.
“Bored…” he mumbled, staggering through the dark streets. His world disgusted him, and he wished for something interesting.
Wish: My world revolts me. I wish I had the power to reshape it into something more interesting.
Extra: Colin has developed a strong fear of blood, even if he pretends to had moved past the death of his good friend. Even a drop can start to make him uneasy.
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Well hopefully it's passable for you guys, have a good night!
