Image or Description:
1.65 metres tall when standing. Vyvyan is thinly built, effeminately so. His longer hair and soft voice only contribute to the girlish impression.
Age: 15 (9 August)
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Mage or Familiar: Familiar
Ability:
Partner:
Personality: Frugal despite his relatively wealthy background. Vyvyan is timid around those he is meeting for the first time, but can warm up to others, classmates he meets daily especially, within a month or two. He is quite self-conscious, fearful of making a bad impression or gaining a poor reputation, to the point where some might even describe him as pessimistic, though he tries his damndest to keep an optimistic outlook. Vyvyan tends to downplay his own achievements, and gets flustered easily by praise, as pleasing as it is.
Biography: Hailing from a tiny tropical republic, Vyvyan is very much a city kid, his only taste of population density under four digits being the nature reserve. Public housing, public transport, public education, public facilities, public safety — all these things he has enjoyed in his comfortable home life and taken for granted, shielded from hardships by his nigh overbearing parents. Given how he was born paraplegic, he can't quite fault them.
The pressure to perform was still omnipresent, however. At age 9 he was placed in a special academic programme, and at the end of every year, his report book was stellar, sometimes literally when his younger self did some decoration. The sole exception was Physical Education, which he wasn't all too capable of participating in. Athletics for Vyvyan generally comprises casual games of seated table tennis and throwing frisbees during recess.
Beyond his textbooks and curriculum, Vyvyan also read materials ahead of his level, not to mention out-of-syllabus matters that interested him. He did not neglect other activities either, being an alto in the school choir and a saxophone player in the symphonic band. His diligence, both in academics and co-curricular activities, fortunately earned him acceptance to a government programme to send selected students overseas, as well as a scholarship from St. Fortuna.
Likes: Chicken rice, meritocracy, orchids, rain, A grades, greenery, reading, singing, playing the saxophone
Dislikes: The cold, gum, uncleanliness, drug dealers, smoke, restaurants, being given preferential treatment due to disability, overspending
Points: 10
Proficiency: 1
Intelligence: 8
Athletics: 1
Misc.: Usually speaks a much more colloquial dialect with friends, and has an odd, vaguely Far Oriental accent, even in formal situations, no matter how hard he may try to suppress it. Prefers crutches over the wheelchair, though he uses both.
Quiz Answers:
I don't really regret many things... yay, sheltered life. I suppose it would be when I got 60-something for Higher Mother Tongue for my mid-year exams once. I disappointed myself most of all with that, though I'm not sure what I had expected, considering how I slacked a lot on that, and as a result, got my just desserts. I bucked up after that, though, so... I suppose it's actually a good thing? I hope I don't sound too arrogant or stuck-up. Sixty, though...
I probably wouldn't be watching a horror movie, unless I'm trying to torture myself. But if it sounds like an actual threat, something serious, and not just bumps in the night, I'd make my way to the neighbour's door and ask for help. If it isn't, or I'm too petrified to move that far, I'd hide in a corner, phone in hand, ready to call 999, until I've convinced myself that nothing's out to murder me horribly, or resign myself to my fate. Though, I suppose such fears are a lot more justified and less like paranoia here, compared to at home.
Implying I have friends... I do, but they're all back home, unfortunately. First, I'd probably do a bunch of research, since I don't have much social experience, I'll admit. I'd also need to see if anyone else they know is trying to do something as well, so we don't clash or anything. Then, I'd try to get a grip of the background and the situation, from both parties, so I'm not just interfering blindly. Eventually, I hope that they can be convinced that the matter isn't important at all and reconcile.
Head on to class anyway, accepting whatever punishment comes. If someone I know, a friend, can help me out, I'd be glad so long as it doesn't inconenience them, but otherwise, I'd probably miss half the class if I tried to go get it back. I'd also remember to actually pack properly next time, preferrably with a note in blood or ink. Wait, do you change classrooms for different periods?
H. s. sapiens. Truly putting myself in another's shoes. Wait, is the change permanent? Ah, I'd definitely stay as I am, then.
In all honesty, with that much time, I probably wouldn't be able to save myself, let alone any other things! Anywho, I'd choose my brother. He's using my room now. I know he's five years older, was in Armour, is currently in OCS, and is damn fit, but still. If not him, then my phone. First, I'd call the firefighters, and then warn the block.
Spring. Summer gets a bit boring after a dozen over consecutive years. Winter and autumn are so cold, they're going to kill me someday. Spring, though, is nice and cool, not too uncomfortably so, and the flowers are nice—sorry for those who've got allergies, it's honestly a shame—and stuff tends to be cheaper! If I need shopping done, I like waiting until the sales come around. It's also the start of the school year! At least, it was back home. Then again, it's always summer. It just becomes rainier.
Heaven! That counts under anywhere. There, I will learn about things I wouldn't be able to in this world! Subject to the locals' willingness. That, and I'll talk to everyone I can, if it won't bother them all too much. Maybe get some singing tips?
Password: Wanton noodles
