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Charlotte Ann Thorne


Age: 24

Gender: Female

D.O.B: October 31st, 1991



Childhood Personality:Nothing is quite what it seems and that could be said about Charlotte. She has learned to wear a mask and the flaws in it are not noticeable unless you are really looking. Even upon inspection it is hard to see where the acting starts and where her real personality begins. It might even be a mix of both at this point with no way for her to answer what is what. If approached, she would simply state that everything is ‘fine’ or even play dumb like she doesn’t understand why you have asked.

In the face of the public, everyone sees a smiling girl that has a winning positive attitude that is always optimistic. She is the shoulder to cry on and the one to always listen to your woes of life. The pillar to which you can lean on. She lends a hand to others without hesitation and barely ever says ‘no’. She is the one that others see as a leader. Sure, people see her flaws like those clumsy moments, the signs of a perfectionist when it comes to certain habits or the need to apologize in a fluster for things that are not her fault. They just find it adorable or that she is acting as a lady should. She pretends to be alright with the pillar everyone puts her on but for her it is truly just pressuring. It is just a set up for disappointing failure or having to push to be better each time which is a night mare. It makes her feel lonely even when she is surrounded by people. The praise and compliments eat at her while she just smiles on.

Her friends get to see a little more of a different side of her. She doesn’t always smile and when she does, it isn’t a ‘model’ smile everyone else receives but one that actually reaches her eyes. She is far more quiet and reserved instead of the optimistic overachiever but that support and willingness to help others is ever present. Charlotte is highly loyal to her friends and actually will take the blame for something to help them save face or if it gets them out of a bind. She blurts out her thoughts around them as she isn’t afraid to be honest, well, as honest as she can be but it is better then the biting silence as she holds back words like she has to do most of the time. She thinks that her friends probably view her as shy and weak and maybe that isn’t completely untrue. If it wasn’t for her mother, modeling, acting, and the pageants would definitely not be on her list of wants. She wants to be brave and creative like some of the others but it just seems like an out of reach dream.


Personality: As an adult, Charlotte is much more guarded around others. She is careful on who she lets close and has trouble keeping those that want to be closer. She has scars on her soul from the past which makes it hard to share how she is feeling or at least what she thinks the other will view negatively which makes people believe she is cold, distant, and doesn’t believe in them. Add the fact Char does not really liking to be touched and you can see why relationships just don’t always last. She is extremely loyal and protective of those that have been let close to her and have stuck around for the long hall though none of them know much about her past. As far as they know, she is just far too busy with her passions of being a fashion designer to visit home or that she doesn’t want people to think she is spilling secrets to the rival company.

She has a little more confidence that is naturally her own and not an act such as in her youth but it is no where close to where it should be. Char creates beauty and she always double checking if is acceptable instead of just owning it. It was one of the reasons she got out of modeling as fast as possible and sticking it to her family had also been a pleasurable bonus. She is careful with how much she pokes that wasp nest as they still can get near her. Matthew had been her weak point and if asked, he probably wouldn’t lie. They all already knew where she worked which was bad enough since her fear of her mother is still very much real when up close and personal.

Most might describe Charlotte as calm and collected. She is always the level headed one and plays peace keeper when conflict arises. Char makes sure to look at everything from all angles and comes up with compromises from both sides. This is mostly because she wants to help everyone get along but she also can’t stand yelling or fighting and would rather come up with a way to stop it. If the problem gets too out of hand, she will most likely back off and let other stronger personalities handle it since it shakes her to the core depending on the situation. She is most brilliantly alive when speaking of her future designs and it is one of the many times you see the bubbly and even childish side of her personality. It also shows up when she is excited and eager for something though that is much easier for her to stifle then when talking about her passions. She is kind of embarrassed by liking to do what is dubbed as “childish” by most but it wasn’t like she got to do a whole lot of that as a kid. It was always strict schedules and playing with her friends was most of her precious get away time. Free time at home just meant fine tuning other skills or being in trouble for practically nothing. There were times when her brother would play poker with her or make up silly games to entertain her but it wasn’t the same.

While it might be easier for Char to show more negative emotions or her true emotions then in the past, she still has trouble letting anyone see her cry or lean on them too much for help. She doesn’t apologize in a fluster anymore unless she is crying and instead will make something or do something to show you she is sorry. Words mean little compared to actions in her book so she expresses things in that way. It isn’t to say she won’t say “sorry” or “I love you”, it is just harder for her to do so. She wishes she could be more confident and bold, let go of the past but it is easier said then done.

Biography: They say, if you look at what you have in life, you'll always have more. If you look at what you don't have in life, you'll never have enough. This has never felt truer to Charlotte while thinking of the family she had to endure. Nothing ever being enough. She could say that money changed them but since Charlotte has dealt with the way they are for as long as she can remember, she is more inclined to believe that money just let them be their true selves.

Gabriel and Priscilla Thorne had started out with a comfortable life. He was fresh out of college and interning with one of the top designers in the county and she was the daughter of a high end lawyer which had given her all the time in the world to decide what she wanted to do. Both lives on different paths until he caught his big break, becoming part of the company officially for showing such promise and catching the eye of the head woman herself by putting on a charming display. She worked on getting him is own recognition and line which was lucky enough to snag Priscilla’s attention during one of the runways that she had been dragged to. It got him a commission to make a gown especially for her to attend an important charity event which made them grow closer since he wanted to do everything to create her exact vision and that meant a lot of time together to get it just right.

Each meeting began running later as they seemed to not want to stay out of each other’s company. They were both completely smitten and the charity event ending up being their very first date. It would not have been a couple most would bet on since most thought that Gabriel would end up with his boss as they had a close relationship but if anyone saw the way he looked at Priscilla, you would realize how wrong those people were for judging their differences as a couple compared to the logical choice that most wanted him to go with.

Years pasted, his connections and fame growing and Priscilla introducing him to many clients. They were both happy. The pregnancy had been a shock but the two were already ready for the next step so Gabriel proposed and they started their perfect family. Matthew Thorne was his mother’s pride and joy. She finally found what she wanted to do in life after bouncing from one to the next. She wanted to be there for her son so she stayed at home, planning on home schooling the boy and talked about a future where their child could take over for Gab once he was old enough or follow in his footsteps if Gabriel didn’t make it to his goals. Gabriel worked harder so he could support the two people he cared about most and make her proud of him.

The name Thorne grew, he was finally on equal grounds with his predecessor. The distance between his family and him growing as business trips came up more and he felt like he had already missed so much. It was like he was an outsider while he was there. Priscilla always seemed to want more and more plus Matthew looked at him like he was a stranger most of the time. He would have stayed home but he was finally where he wanted to be and with a little more work, he could own his own company and then he could have all the time in the world. It was what he told himself at least.

Gabriel had been easily tempted. The first time, he did feel guilt. He looked at his wife, wondering how he could have done this to her. He had doted her with affection and tried to make up for the sin he had committed. He knew he should have been happy. Matthew was turning into strapping young lad, earning his pride with good grades and always eagerly wanting to know more about his father or his work. He tried looking at Priscilla but when he saw her....it was like she wasn’t the person he fell in love with anymore or maybe he wasn’t the same anymore. They had nothing in common and her stories were a bore. He felt shut down whenever he tried to talk with her or bring back the spark. Gabriel was tired of giving and thinking it not enough so it happened again on a business trip. Each time it seemed more right then wrong and it couldn’t hurt if no one knew. He could still come out the good guy if he left after his son was at least past his teen years and he could say they had been estranged for awhile and just making it through for their kid. An easy break, both with their heads held high. No judgment from the community or Priscilla’s clubs.

Sadly, Charlotte had been a product of his guilt and the attentions he had thrown on his wife. He hadn’t minded leaving before but now he felt trapped. He couldn’t save face. That is when he started coming home less and when he was home, he was holed up in his office or sleeping away from her. It made Priscilla feel thrown away and she wondered what suddenly changed. Charlotte has been the only change and deep down, she blamed her. Gabriel had seemed odd since she told him the news and it only got worse after the girl was born. She barely saw him before but now it was like he was a ghost. He must have just not wanted another child but they couldn’t give her up for adoption. How would they look?

Priscilla decided that he would come around. She just had to show him that Charlotte would be a perfect angel. She could be like Matthew, no, better. They had more to love and if Char was good enough then everything would be how it was before. She made it her goal to convince Gab to make toddler outfits for Charlotte to model for Sabine’s company. Priscilla worked to set her up for the finest schools, well at least mapped out each school she would attend later in life. She made sure that she learn different languages as early as possible, instruments, and tried to get out any bad habits when Charlotte was home. Gab barely gave his opinion though or even paid much mind to the girl and had only rejected the finer schools since modeling should be a top priority if Char was serious which meant if she needed to be pulled out of class then why waste his money on finery. Priscilla has taken those words to heart and set her on a different path. It was actually the kindest thing her father had accidentally done for her since it had introduced her to her friends.

She had always been harsh with her words, lashing out at Charlotte but it was for the best in her mind. She needed to be firm or she wouldn’t be taken seriously. Most of the time she just spanked the girl, a toddler wouldn’t understand an explanation but Char would stop doing it if punished though the girl continued to be far more stubborn then Matthew. It was the reason why Matthew was the only one that held his father’s attention or got to speak with him. It just had to be the reason so Priscilla worked harder to restrict that behavior and keep her busier. She needed Charlotte to fix this. Desperation and frustration growing with each time she was ignored by her husband and each time Charlotte would stay out late or show up a mess from playing with her friends. She couldn’t just tell the girl not to go though as her daughter had made friends with parents she knew.

Charlotte remembered the first time she was smacked roughly across the face instead of a swat to her behind by her mother.
She had been playing piano, her little hands not quite skilled yet to do swift note changes with the ivory keys so far apart and she had hit a wrong sour note. Char found herself on the hard glossy cherry wood floor with the bench toppled over before she could even understand what had happened. Her face bloomed in pain, tears gathering in her eyes which just caused another sting of pain across her other cheek as she barely see her attacker. Her mother looked to be in rage with a far away look in her eye as she held a bottle and screamed at how it was all Charlotte’s fault while still continuously smacking her with her free hand.

What had she done? What could she do to help her mom? Why didn’t her mom stop? It hurt. Why?

It was Matthew that stepped in between them. It was him who lifted her up, taking her away from mom. She could barely even register the cloth cooling her face. It was the first of many times to come where she would be abused and saved by her brother though her face would be spared in later years. Public schools had a way of changing that as she grew older since you couldn’t blame small bumps or bruises on children playing rough, make-up could only hide so much and multiple sick days/weeks would be too obvious.

It would be a long time later that she found out the truth about the start of her abuse. That was the day that her father had stopped trying to be as secretive about his activities. Lipstick on his collar. Gifts being sent to mistresses. You name it. It had all started downhill. Charlotte got the blame and her mom drowned herself in alcohol which only made her more violent. The women were quick flings and were all made to sign documents never to speak of there little affairs. Her mom only got worse but seemed happy self in public.

Charlotte watched as in public, everything was normal. You wouldn’t guess the family had even a little struggle. She was told to put on a smile and to keep her mouth shut or else. She had seen the result of asking ‘or else what?’. It had been a painful experience to be locked in the attic and not even her brother had come to save her. He had got less reliable as she got older. He got tired of being the adult, tired of the pressure to be perfect for his mother and the demand to be his fathers successor for the company. He turned to drugs, making sure to be cleaned up enough when in public that no one suspected a thing but mostly he just wanted to be numb. He didn’t want to think of this hell hole or what was happening to his little sister so he didn’t.

She kept being lashed at verbally though the physical had gotten more creative since her mother made her model, entered her in beauty pageants and anything else that her mother saw fit to enter her in. It wouldn’t do to not show up for those or already have makeup applied. Charlotte hated being home. It was her friends that were her true family. Their games and being at their homes were her only freedom and chance to be herself. She could be clumsy or shy. She could be loud or rebel a bit. She could be anything. It is why when she learned to ride a bike, she found herself sneaking out to see refuge at one of their homes. Grace’s house usually being the top of her list in hiding plus she really felt like she was her sister. It was also nice that her brother, Tommy, seemed to truly care. He actually was too nice though and she had developed a bit of a crush, age meaning nothing to her at the time. She knew it was hopeless but it didn’t mean she could just stop. In the end, she never said anything or admitted to anything.

It broke her heart as the group split apart. The games coming to an end as they were her only moments of happiness. It was the way life worked though and so she continued on. She moved out and went to the city the second she was old enough to be on her own so she could be hours away from them. She started going to school and worked hard to become a fashion designer at her father’s biggest rival company to his own. It had been completely satisfying to let them know the happy news over the phone. The modeling world had taught her a lot about what worked and what didn’t. A designer should also think of their models and she made sure to do so while being stylish. She finally felt like she could be creative and branch out. She worked hard to build a name for herself. Charlotte would not be remembered or acknowledged by her family name or be in that pigs shadow. She would stand up and shine on her own.













The Vieled Forest Protector

Race: Nymph

Class: Mage? Druid? Warrior?

Alignment: Lawful Neutral



Hero Personality: Linnea might seem the type at first glance to be a dainty, elegant, and regal sort of person with a calm demeanor but she is far different. It is true that she has some of these qualities and knows when to use them to her advantage when necessary as she is often underestimated but her true nature is bold and courageous. She is not afraid to speak her mind and go against the norm. She will fight for what she believes in and has a stubborn streak that makes it difficult to change her mind once it is set. She would most likely be the one to take a risk even if the outcome of failure seems to not be worth the reward of success.

This is most likely because she is one to follow instinct and the spur of the moment feeling rather than spend a moment to calculate each step. This isn’t to say that she doesn’t understand teamwork but she is used to being on her own and thus still has an impulse to go it alone. She will defend fiercely to protect the others first since she views her group almost like a pack or family. It devastates her to see any of them hurt.

She is much like an animal that can be nurturing and tame but also still fierce and dangerous which is not something that should be forgotten. It isn’t like she is all tough edges as she is more often than not found being teasing, playful and a bit childish at times as she enjoys the simple things in life. Nothing brings her more joy then to see others smile or even to laugh if possible. Life is too precious to always be on guard or have to worry. If you want to do something then you should do it.

Weapon: Chakrams, Fangs, Claws

Abilities/Spells: [I’m allowing just about anything, children are often creative, but please keep the metagaming and god modding to non existent. I will be the judge if a power is too much or not. Genuinely if something is omnipotent, nigh invincible, all knowing, instant healing, it’s a no. For the sake and enjoyment of the RP]

Non Combat Skills: [acrobatics, history, etc. these are skills used outside of combat during your adventure]

Combat Skills: [how do you fight, what’s your hero like in combat, merciful, morally gray, etc. Describe how they fight]

Hero Lore: [what are some of the grand and amazing things your hero has done for the world of Fairyland as a Meadow Warrior, what are they known for]

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The Hollow Dragon


Race: Dragon Shifter

Class: Witch

Alignment: Lawful Evil



Dragon Form:



Villain Personality:

Weapon: Sword

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Name: Dominic Ekhart

Age: 24

Gender: Male

D.O.B: March 2, 1991

Appearance:

Personality: Dominic is considered aloof, cold, and tyrannically analytical to most, if not all, of his coworkers. As an actuary with a major medical research company, he is fantastically uninterested in things like the potential life saving value of a project or how long a person has dedicated themselves to its research. His only concern is the potential liability and financial risks of a project and if it will make a return in the next five to ten years, and projects (and presumably people) have lived and died under the brunt of his assessments.

However, it would be wrong to assume he does this purely out of a sense of malice or greed. Quite the opposite in fact. He loathes to shut down projects with great potential, but without a reasonable justification to keep them alive the company will just be burning their investors money on every pipe dream that sounds nice. No investment capital means no more research, which means more people die anyway. Someone has to be the bad guy and unfortunately he fits the role perfectly.

Despite not being particularly thrilled with the position of resident stick int he mud, he takes his job seriously. Often working himself to the point of exhaustion combing through discovery reports and risk assessments to find some way of keeping whatever new project that has entered his sights afloat for just a little longer. He'd probably have more friends (and maybe fear him a little less) at work if people knew this. Honestly, keeping busy has become both a state of being and a defensive mechanism, as he has essentially isolated himself to the point of not knowing really HOW to socialize anymore without mentally preparing to destroy every iota of a persons hope.

tl;dr: Intelligent and result oriented, with a preference to understand all the risks before moving forward. Emotionally distant from most people due to being responsible for shattering their dreams on the daily (Well...quarterly really). Highly developed sense of long term gain and works towards the best possible outcome for everyone, and will happily alienate himself in doing so.

Biography: Dominic's father was a high profile civil attorney who had immigrated from Germany in his youth. Moving to <insert name of small town> was as much a business decision as it was anything else. Being based in a small rural town tended to put clients at ease and the cities er...'rustic' charms lent an air of trustworthiness to his dad. As a result, Dominic saw little of his father for most of his childhood, he and his stay at home mother seeing the man maybe once or twice a month.

And frankly, he hated it. He hated his fathers practice for stealing time he and his dad could have spent together and he hated feeling like he had to just accept it. Being something of a late comer to the Fairytale gang, he filled the role of badguy, mostly to work out these frustrations in play as children often do. As he got older though and the games stopped he slowly began to learn WHY his dad worked as hard as he did.

For a large part of his dads life, his family had been flat broke. The man had worked himself to the bone to get through law school and now worked himself to the bone to make sure his child and wife would never have to. Sacrificing that time he and Dominic could have shared hurt him just as much as it had Dominic, but doing things that hurt you to make things better is just how things are sometime.

Dominic took the lesson to heart and vowed not to waste his dads efforts, becoming laser focused on taking advantage of every opportunity that sacrifice had offered. He focused heavily on his studies early into junior high, spending less and less time with the small circle of friends he had gathered in the small town. By Highschool, he was more a name attached to a face than anything else. When he graduated Summa Cum Laude of their year he was met with a resounding 'oh..yeah. makes sense.' from most of the other kids, which struck him as a little funny at the time.

College was a similar story, albiet with far fewer people to grow distant from. He blitzed through the program, attending through the summers to shave off a year and a half from his Bachelor's in Economics and joining the Society of Actuaries at 21. In the last three years he has worked...and little else.

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Name of you Hero: Peirowaagh (peer-oh-waag)

Race: Greater Tree Demon

Class: Warrior

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Appearance:



Hero Personality: Peirowaagh thirsts for power and control over whatever he deems 'his' dominion, which largely consisted of anywhere with a tree. He is ancient and old, and values his ways of doing things before anything else leading to an impressive stubborn streak. He will ruthlessly allow whatever underlings he has die under his care if it means he is one step closer to gaining the object of his desire.

Weapon: Flameberge greatsword.

Abilities/Spells:
Tree Stride: After a minute of concentration, Peirowaagh is able to transport himself and any number of creatures he can see through two trees as if they were a portal. These trees can be any distance apart though he MUST know a destination tree's approximate location for it to work.
Shape Earth and Stone: Casting his magic into the ground, Peirowaagh can move large amounts of dirt and rock at will. He likes to apply this power in combat by crushing enemies between slabs of rock or burying them alive. The latter of which is more for insult than effectiveness however. Very useful for making fortified positions or making paths.
Grove Lord Peirowaagh: Being a tree demon, Peirowaagh holds some dominion over plant life. He is able to cause it to grow rapidly at will or command it to ensare or hassle his enemies. He can use this ability to heal himself or other flora of wounds with some speed, though it has no such affect on non-plant based creatures. Just as well, its a little slower than most healing magic made for meat sacks.

Non Combat Skills: Peirowaagh has an innate knowledge of naturally occurring wellsprings of magic (ancient groves, mystic rivers and the like) and how they can be used. He is also well versed in herbology and botany.

Combat Skills:
With his bark like hide and natural desire filled ferocity, Peirowaagh is a true beserker in battle. Barreling through opponents with his greatsword and sheer weight. There is skill to his technique, but it is vastly overshadowed by the intensity of the tree demon's might. Those that meet him in combat have the option of fleeing, being torn asunder, or (on the rare occasion you may prove useful to him) allowed to live as his servants.

Hero Lore: Long before the age of man, elf, and others there was the age of Alapachia, a time of lush and immense flora and primitive beasts of grand scale. The was filled to bursting with life and all things were in balance. At least...thats how a young Peirowaagh saw things.

Magic, in any sort of refined form, had yet to enter the world. All that was magic was the primal elemental life energies that clung to the world's inhabitants or hidden away places. Peirowaagh was one such inhabitant, a young sappling nestled comfortably in a (then) small grove.

He was the only tree amongst them that held the spark of magic and he was held in some reverence because of this. However, they were still only trees. While they held ancient wisdom and a consciousness inaccessible to beasts (or so they thought), mobility is sadly not a tool at their disposal.

So there the Lord sat, he and his grove flourishing in the rich sunlight of the world. Their roots stretched deep and they felt the rich soils power, it sustained them. Taught them. And when the time came, it consumed them in return. A mind numbingly simple existence to those of flesh, perhaps. But Peirowaagh found it enjoyable and, perhaps more importantly, peaceful.

Then the walking beasts came. Primitive and grunting at one another inarticulately. They clawed at his kind with tooth and fang with predatory glee. They stripped the skin from his kind with stones and later, gleaming brown metal. A few revered their kind, but less than there should have been.

At first, he and his court of trees ignored the creatures. They were just animals after all, albeit annoying as they broke branches away from them. They were only a real threat to the smallest of saplings, and even then only just barely. However, as the centuries turned, the beasts became more clever.

The brown metal gave way to silver, which dug deeper into his kind as well as theirs. And a few were begining to take awkward steps towards understanding magic. Hundreds of his brothers and sisters were felled by the beasts now calling themselves 'man', by axe to be mutilated into their tools or by fire for their enslaved plants.

After a mellinia, Peirowaagh made his presence known to a beast of long ear named Kiliki-nin in a thunderous bellow that shook the grove.
((gonna call it there for the night. will come back to this later))
Battle Theme: [the theme that plays as you vanquish your enemies]

((tis a work in progress, but here is what I have so far.))
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Name: Glenn Levi Fowler

Age: 25

Gender: Demiguy

D.O.B: October 5th, 1990

It was obvious at a young age, that this natural redhead was destined for the spotlight. Those that know Glenn at an early age know that he had a flair for the dramatic. In fact he might have easily been mistaken for as a girl back then, considering his drifting towards more feminine clothing and puberty hadn’t hit, it was easy to mistake Glenn in preschool for a young girl. To his mother’s disdain on the subject.



“Oh Claire, I didn’t know you had a daughter,”

“I don’t, only the son,”

“You’re letting him dress like that?”

“He likes it,”

“Aren’t you afraid you’re going to confuse him?”

“I was hoping he’d grow out of it,”

“No, no you have to nip that in the bud now, or else he might get confused,”


Though that never really stopped Glenn. He always had a flair for the dramatic, the kids at school knew him for wearing flowing scarves, and black trench coats that look expensive. Hats and sometimes eyeliner, sometimes glittery eyeshadow, darkening or lightening up his red hair often. He would say that this was unique trait.



“Glenn, you look ridiculous,”

“Mother, what would you know about fashion?”

“I know this is a phase and that trends die out, you’ll never be happy chasing the trends,”

-dramatic pose- “I don’t follow trends, I make them,”


As a teenager he really sprouted up, while he may never have met his father, his mother would say things like he got his height from his father. Currently standing at 5’9, 175cms, back then he really sprouted from being a fairly average sized kid to being one of the tallest teens in their school. Lean, and wiry framed, Glenn adored the attention he got in school from girls and boys alike. Continuing to pave way for his own style, that was a little bogo and a little Boy George.



“I assume you’ll be in the front,”

“Well of course Peter, who do they put in front of the album cover usually?”

“The singer,”

“And the best looking,”

“Where should I stand?”

“Behind Max, we don’t want to give the wrong impression,”


Silvery tone, with a smooth, pleasant cadence, Glenn might not have the deepest voice, but is honeyed and mellowed. He controls his tone well, often speaking on softening notes that is quite pleasant to listen to, it beckons you want to continue to hear what he has to say as much as his demeanor does. Dramatic styled hair and a well manicured face to manufacture a look of importance, even if his voice isn’t being marketed on the top one hundreds yet or he hasn’t stepped foot in Glamwood - Glenn’s crafted an enigmatic style that begs others to look and listen to him. Suits, prep boy, with a dash of old Glamwood is the style he owns.





Personality:

“People make assumptions about you all the time, though I supposed I don’t give them much to criticize. No one has ever asked me how I felt about anything. They just followed along, but that’s all pretend - isn’t it?”



Glenn is many things to many different people. Those who don’t have the privilege to get to know him, see him as a shallow, self absorbed individual who only thinks about his public image. They see him as overly dramatic and someone who likes to cause drama for the sake of drama. Which isn’t entirely inaccurate, but it doesn’t really give Glenn any depth. It only scratches the surface to be truthful. Though few people earn the right to know much more about Glenn than the flamboyant drama queen. They won’t earn the privilege to know more about Glenn if he doesn’t give them that chance.

In fact that’s the first notable trait of Glenn, that he’s actually quite guarded. For someone who holds magnetism in his smile, charisma in his words, who can persuade people into doing things they would have never considered all because he asked, Glenn isn’t entirely open about himself or the type of individual to be emotionally vulnerable to others. He may pretend, he may put on a show of fake emotions, that some will roll their eyes at about him being another individual who isn’t genuine, but that’s partly due to Glenn’s fears about himself.

What people don’t see in Glenn’s private life is the meticulous perfectionist he is, displaying almost obsessive amounts of impossible perfectionism in his life. Near meticulous perfection that if it isn’t met, leads into dramatic breakdowns. While some would assume that Glenn could not live without the admiration of others, the truth might be more the opposite, Glenn couldn’t live without the perfect plan or the perfect idea he had in mind. Glenn is very rigid in what he values and what he holds dear. His seek for fame isn’t some shallow pursuit, but a way to fill an existential answer to a existential question Glenn isn’t even aware of. While he may be the life of the party, people make Glenn feel alone and the more people he’s surrounded by, the more alone he feels. An ironic mindset considering the life of glam he has set himself up for.

Glenn might be seeking authenticity in his life, but he goes about in the wrong way. Manufacturing a life, in hopes to replicate a genuine authenticity that never comes if it is forced or expected. But Glenn is afraid to be alone, when he wasn’t playing with the other kids, he’d come home and sometimes no one was there. So he had to create or manufacture a life where he was wanted and needed and that there was always someone there waiting for him. Maybe in order to combat the feeling that he ever needed someone.

To put his trust and to give control to others scares Glenn because it means facing a bitter emptiness he avoids by filling his life with a busy schedule. It means Glenn needed someone and he doesn’t want to admit that. He doesn’t want to admit that he actually might need someone to lean on because the idea shatters the image of this pillar he has created himself into.

With all that said, Glenn’s feelings towards those he has given privilege to know him are not faked. They do not come from some manufactured place, the kind of plastic Glenn has molded his life into. Glenn can be the most loyal, albeit fickle at times, individual. He can be quite protective, fiercely protective.

It’s also no doubt that Glenn can be quite creative, though nowhere near as talented as Valeran. Glenn has always been the type to need something to spark his creativity. It’s never come to him naturally to look at the world in the way Valeran has done so. And while it may not seem like it, Glenn was always aware that there were people more talented than him. He was scared that if he didn’t have the one thing that defined him, the one thing that made Glenn Glenn that everybody would leave him. Growing up, afraid of losing people, afraid of losing his label he was extremely mean to kids who tried to overstep his creative control. Looking back at it, Glenn’s not sure if he regrets the decision or not. Again likely afraid to open himself up emotionally to others.

While overbearing and controlling to the point of suffocating and often dramatic, Glenn can be creative, some people recognize his attempts of cheering up others, though never attributing himself to the handmade gifts or cookies he made them. He sang for a friend’s funeral once before, and use to write songs to cheer others up. He isn’t about beating others into the ground, though his fear of being outed meant some were targets to his dramatic outburst.
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