Academia Abyssus: More Edgeyness and Despair than 13 Year Old Linkin Park Fans

Have your resident terminal illness patient, who wasn't really all that terminally ill until his illness decided he had a good enough run.

Name: Ren Mato
Age of Death: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: About five feet, ten inches or so? Doesn’t actually need the glasses, just wears them because a friend said it looked nice on him.

Personality:

Apathetic - Spending just over a year cooped up in a hospital with the knowledge that you’re liable to croak at any time is not great for one’s outlook on life. Coupled with the fact that his illness crippled him to the point that he couldn’t do much physically, it became pretty hard for him to give a damn.
Blunt - He’s never been the most cordial of people, even before he was hospitalized. If you don’t want to hear his opinion, and he sure isn’t going to soften it, don’t ask for it.
Irritating - There’s just something about someone who knows he’s going to die, that gives said individual the ability to annoy people and push them away. Probably because he doesn’t care what they think about him, given he’d be dead in a few months at most.

For someone who was born with an untreatable illness, you wouldn’t have been able to tell that from a glance at Ren. He never was one to focus on his inevitable mortality until it reared its ugly head and smacked him right in the face. Then he turned into a bit of an antisocial dick, which was about for par as he wanted to push everyone away.

Before that though, even if he wasn’t exactly a happy go-lucky sort of individual he was at least sociable, though he’s always been rather direct. That made him a reliable person as sorts though, the one you could count on to give you the truth, even if it hurt. It wasn’t just when he spoke that Ren was straight forward. He put his best effort forward, and win or lose, kept on going, rarely dwelling on his failures for too long. And as forward as Ren was, he had to be pretty damn stubborn as well.

Biography: Ren wasn’t supposed to live a long and healthy life. It was quite the opposite instead; doctor’s guessed he would die young after having spent most of that time in the hospital. Life is twisted in its own way though, and by a miracle despite his supposedly crippling illness, Ren managed to live life relatively normally. Relatively. On occasions he had episodes that ended with him in the hospital for a few days, or even weeks when things got really bad, but that he even lived outside one was quite the surprise.

The episodes aside, Ren was rather healthy, even athletic throughout most of his life. Being the third child out of four, his siblings were all within a few years of him. Despite his supposed illness, it was hard to impress on the other three that their little/older brother really was sick and they shouldn’t push him given how he trounced them in most physical activities. It might have had something to do with them being all girls though, who knows. His parents always worried though, and the episodes as he grew up didn’t help in the slightest. Four children weren’t easy to support and both worked full-time, but as he grew older and the episodes became less frequent, the family as a whole breathed easier.

At school, he didn’t have much friends thanks to the fact that he would go missing for days at times. Other kids found that strange, and well strange is rarely good, so he was mostly avoided. The few that did try to get close were whittled down even further by Ren’s personality, blunt even back then. Still, physical activities, competition, and young kids just mixed and Ren managed to form some friendships that way. They would last.

All-in-all, his school life went fairly smoothly, enough so that he was even able to push his illness out of mind sometimes. He did well enough in-class, was always part of the school’s cross-country club, and had a few reliable friends and even those he could call ‘rivals’ in other schools. Things could be better, such as if he didn’t still have to deal with ‘episodes’ that ruined his pretty little picture of life, but at least he always got out of the hospital and trucked onwards.

And then, the reminder of why life sucks was dropped. It didn’t happen at once, though in hindsight Ren really wished it had. Something brutally quick that put him out of commission would have been infinitely better than the slow and drawn-out way it had happened.

It started with a particular bad episode that put him away for almost two weeks. When he got out, he wasn’t at tip-top shape, but nobody thought anything odd of it; he’d just spent two weeks in the hospital after all. Then the episodes started to come more frequently, and that’s when his family had to start considering that maybe Ren’s luck had run out. They had known his illness was incurable, and that fact was now staring them in the face. It took over a damn year before he finally succumbed. The last few months were the worst, after he was finally confined to the hospital, literally just waiting to die. One reason or another, his organs were just giving out and no one knew why. The doctors didn't know whether his exercise had kept them in tip-top condition to let him live this long, or if that strain had actually exacerbated the issue. That was about when he turned into a prick.

His funeral wasn’t anything grand, just a small gathering of family, friends and acquaintances. A few of his closer friends, the ones that hadn’t been off-put by his shift in personality attended, as well as a few people he knew from his time at sports meets. It might have been a bit callous, but everyone moved on. His friends got the message, why he’d turned into such a dick during his last few months even if it was far from the best way of getting it done. His family took it in mixed ways.

His siblings didn’t suffer nearly as bad as their parents did, and their father took it much better than their mother. It’d be a fragile hope that the illness wouldn’t claim him, but after the medals he had brought home and seeing how healthy he’d been, it almost broke her to have the illness take him from her just like that. His father on the other hand, had always been prepared for the worst, even if he had prayed otherwise. His siblings coped with it as best as they could, relying on each other more than ever, and eventually life moved on.

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