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Name: Alistair Knight
Age: 18
Personality: Cynical and jaded, Alistair sees the worst in every person he comes across. He generally prefers to talk and be around women, men making him extraordinarily uneasy. Despite his cynicism he still believes in honest emotions like love, though he sure doesn't feel like he will ever feel it and appreciates the beauty he finds in the simple things like they way morning dew rolls off a flower petal. He loves music as a way to deal with his emotions.
Background: Alistar was born to a mother that died after his birth due to complications not created by him and a father that ended up blaming his every problem on what became his only family member left.
Unfortunately, his father turned to drinking as a way of 'dealing' and Alistair learnt to dodge a thrown punch as soon as he had entered third grade. Alistair didn't think this was odd behaviour and just accepted his father's beatings and insults. The insults ranged from "girl" and "faggot" due to his slightly androgynous features to simple strings of swear words just vaguely aimed at the youth.
The breaking point, the point in which Alistair said enough, was a night that his father was drinking and invited his poker buddies over. They soon became blind drunk and yelled and shouted. Alistair had retreated to his room to avoid any conflict. He couldn't sleep, nightmares of violence plaguing his sleep for years. He felt a hand wrap around his neck and a rough laughter behind him. His father shouted "my friends are gunna prove you're a fag!" The slur in his voice was apparent and Alistair was forced to his knees. He blacked out after, shivering and psychologically ruined. He ran away the next day. His clothes and his guitar the only thing he took.
Name: Alistair Knight
Age: 18
Personality: Cynical and jaded, Alistair sees the worst in every person he comes across. He generally prefers to talk and be around women, men making him extraordinarily uneasy. Despite his cynicism he still believes in honest emotions like love, though he sure doesn't feel like he will ever feel it and appreciates the beauty he finds in the simple things like they way morning dew rolls off a flower petal. He loves music as a way to deal with his emotions.
Background: Alistar was born to a mother that died after his birth due to complications not created by him and a father that ended up blaming his every problem on what became his only family member left.
Unfortunately, his father turned to drinking as a way of 'dealing' and Alistair learnt to dodge a thrown punch as soon as he had entered third grade. Alistair didn't think this was odd behaviour and just accepted his father's beatings and insults. The insults ranged from "girl" and "faggot" due to his slightly androgynous features to simple strings of swear words just vaguely aimed at the youth.
The breaking point, the point in which Alistair said enough, was a night that his father was drinking and invited his poker buddies over. They soon became blind drunk and yelled and shouted. Alistair had retreated to his room to avoid any conflict. He couldn't sleep, nightmares of violence plaguing his sleep for years. He felt a hand wrap around his neck and a rough laughter behind him. His father shouted "my friends are gunna prove you're a fag!" The slur in his voice was apparent and Alistair was forced to his knees. He blacked out after, shivering and psychologically ruined. He ran away the next day. His clothes and his guitar the only thing he took.
