David RedHarven May 24, 2011 4:37:32 GMT -5
Post by David Redharven on May 24, 2011 4:37:32 GMT -5
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Six Years
OTHER CHARACTERS: None yet
HOW YOU FOUND US: Sethy's Facebook
“Command your organs, your senses, your hands and feet, even to the tips of your fingers, to be stronger, more ferocious, to defeat the enemy, and to protect those dear to you! Fate is an illusion, and the strength of God is powerless! What decides the outcome of the die roll is not heaven, nor God, nor is it chance! It is your will, which defies and penetrates - the willpower that loses to no one!”
NICKNAMES: Dave, Dan, DJ (Maybe), usually just answers to his first or last name though.
BIRTHDAY: September 4th
PLAY-BY: Daniel RadcliffeDavid has a wirey frame with some muscle hidden in his deceptively small body. His shoulders sit broadly on him despite his shy posture and body language. He is a bit on the short side but it is not noticeable and he'll generally be considered average height unless someone actually measures him. Overall, his body type is slim but more is hidden within than one can expect at first glance.
The boy usually wears blue contacts but will sometimes swap them out for a pair of small glasses, showing off his natural brown eye color. Likewise his hair is very dark brown bordering on black and sits messily on his head, giving him an odd spiked look if he's just gotten out of bed. His face shows his slim qualities but has a sort of little boy look to it that makes him look younger than he actually is sometimes and a bit more girly as well. His smile is sometimes awkward but occurs often and has a genuine friendliness behind it giving his body a kind disposition.
His body language is often shy and awkward but portrays his strength of character when it counts. His posture is often meek and almost feminine in nature, soft and a bit clumsy in a cute way in the way his body carries itself. His style of dress is casual and goes for comfort rather than style but rarely looks slobbish nonetheless. Generally David's appearance is unassuming, meek and soft but is stronger than his personality would suggest.
David acts timid and shy in most cases, very unassertive especially towards women unless under extreme circumstances. He blushes at the drop of the hat and is very inexperienced and uncomfortable talking about sexual matters. He is slow to get to know people but is almost always friendly to a degree, he just may not open up right away. He preffers to be alone or in a small group to large gatherings but is not extremely uncomfortable with people either.
The boy generally acts kind and warm-hearted to a fault, annoying some who dislike that sort of thing. His warm and trusting nature makes him very naive and easy to take advantage of without him even realizing it. Despite his age he is not very knowledgeable about the world and though he can function, some simple subtleties slip by him. His wide-eyed optimism can get him into trouble at times with a world that does not share his views.
He enjoys feminine activities and tries to do what he likes despite gender stereotypes. He also tends to act in a slightly effeminate manner unintentionally, using small inflections that make him seem subtlely more like a girl or at least a softer version of a guy. Despite his gender views, he holds to a code never to hit a lady and generally tries to be mildly chivalrous. He has a strong disdain for most things macho or manly, bordering on misandry at times though he makes a strong effort not to be overly angry with anyone.
Deep down he remains very repressed, partially due to his lack of worldly knowledge and partly due to self-restraint. He has a hidden rage that he will never show and has a near-mastery of in order to show no outward signs of inner turmoil. He is very slow to get angry and tries to defuse his explosive temper, succeeding the vast majority of the time. He makes a conscious effort to always be nice and attempts to be pleasant despite any outrage of sadness he might feel.
David grew up in a small, generally normal middle class familywith just his mother, father and his big sister Charolette. He idolized his big sister in his early life and would often get sucked into her little games whether he wanted to or not. Most often she would dress him up like a living doll in her old dresses and make his hair look girly or even put an old doll wig on him. She would then show him off to thier mother who would comment how pretty he looked like that for Charolette's benefit, as a boy he was rarely complimented on his appearance so these kind words stuck in his mind as he got older and outgrew being his sister's plaything.
The boy noticed differences between him and his sister and began to envy the things she could do that he couldn't even when everything he could do was open to her. As David got older his sister moved onto new things and became distant from the family in her teenage years. This made David feel more lonely as time went on and while his sister was away more often, he found himself looking nostalgically into her room when he found one of her dresses from when she was his age that looked as if it was just his size. On a whim he tried it on and felt the joy from the times when he was little and she would dress him up and they would call him pretty. Slowly he began to be addicted to that feeling and felt the most happy when he would dress up and pretend to be a girl.
His dress-up times quickly became a habit and he occasionally snuck out to be a girl in public as he grew into a teenager himself and his sister was soon getting ready to move out. As he grew into puberty and sexuality he noticed that while people except for his father encouraged Charolette to be open with her sexuality and that it was nothing to be ashamed of, any perversion he showed was treated as something to be ashamed of and something common to all men, like a disability he could not avoid. He repressed his resentment of this and instead of appearing like just another perverted guy to those around him, he vented during his crossdressing periods, telling himself it was okay to be perverted as long as he was a pretty girl. His confusion came to a peak when it became harder to get and store new girl clothes with his sister out of the house and he was eventually caught.
His father was furious when he found out and ripped the dress off of him, his mother was more tempered but just as disappointed. He felt rage for the first time as the denial of his outlet, at the idea that he was somehow wrong for doing it, that he was a freak for wanting to be someone else sometimes, to feel the grace people allowed to women instead of the disdain so many showed for men. He no longer crossdressed but something in his mind snapped by denying every injustice he felt at feeling unnatural and unwanted. That was when the dreams began. A year after he was caught, a year of rough nights he was discovered by his parents to be making strange noises in his sleep. He himself had no knowledge of the anger he felt nor the monster he became in his dreams, too attached to his denial of himself and his anger by this point. He was forced into being a man in action by those around him just as he was forced into being biologically male by God. He didn't wish to become a woman entirely, however he wished to be able to act the way he wished without being labeled or attached an odd status between genders. With a heavy heart, a confused mind and repressed emotions, he was sent to the haven to be studied, completely cut of from who he wished to be, forced into a role and unconciously becoming someone else he did not wish to be.
The Phantasm : Passive-Agressive Repression : Possessed Masked Armor
This is my triumph...
My arms crossed tightly over my breast are your limited options.
My face is masked because you hide half of yourself.
The ribbons that stretch and pierce you are mementos of your bygone childhood grace.
My feminine charm haunts you and is what you will never have as long as you deny yourself.
My rage is yours.
Your silent cries reach my earless helm.
But my loudest shriek falls upon death ears.
That the world should consider repression reality and seclude the truth to dreams.
You're so pathetic, yet I am the real you.
All I desire is to see everyone in pain, even you.
That is how I love you and WANT YOU GONE.
I will not be chained forever.
I know everything about you...
...and you know nothing about me.