Synopsis
"What can I say I've had an Pretty easy Life"
Description
The Vagabond
Full Name: Atticus Theron Evans
Age and Birthday: October 23, Age 21
Gender: Male
Clothing: "I try and Impress. It could be white one day then Black the other or a mix between-Grey. This is what I mostly wear. Have a problem. No? great I guess we can get along then."
Hair: "I run a comb through it basically.It is an unusual white color though; I swear I dont dye to be this color. I do go out and get it styled every once in a while, but I think it's looks fantastic if you can over look the odd color"
Eyes: "Many people tell me they are a dark shade of purple "
Height: "Um. five eight I assume."
Build: Slim, but Toned.
Scars/Piercings/Tattoos: "I was always told it was a birthmark, but I know it isn't. I mean who has like a Greek or what ever symbol on their collarbone. Well and my ears are pierced other than that nothing else".
Personality
"Well like I said I try and Impress."
- Atticus is kind and friendly on the outside but totally different inwardly.He tires to give people the opinion that hes a proper young man. But with all that cover up and fake acting he turns to relive his stress- drinking. He's much relived that he's finally of age to drink instead of hiding under his bed or in a closet.
-He admits he has a drinking problem-but he makes no effort at all to fix it.
"I'm fine just the way I am- so what I get tipsy too easily. As long as I can escape from the hell of reality "
With just a couple of drinks Atticus will end up drunk- and well maybe someone will slip something into his drink or he'll just follow someone home
-He usually wakes up next to someone in the morning-Male, Female. He doesn't know he cant even remember their face. Over the years it became a habit-or more of a hobby to him. He started getting used to it. He kinda liked finding his dirty pleasure in it.
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-On the flip side during the day he makes sure to give the perfect image of a perfect proper young man, He always thinks before he acts nothing leaves his mouth without being thoroughly thought through by his brain. HE makes sure his image is well up kept.
-Atticus is brilliant to bad he cant realize it. though his morals are a bit mixed and he knows nothing about common sense "As long as I don't get killed right?"
-If you can get through his thick shield to his real-not fake personality you'll find that he's actually a pretty funny and likes to state the obvious.
Equipment / Abilities
"Chains a pretty unique weapon, huh? Their also good in other cases ...."
Simple enough to work with at lest for him. It took a few tries to actually figure out how it could be a weapon. Nut never less he figured it out-and now it just comes natural.
"It's very easy to tempt other to come with me though.."
This comes just as natural as fighting with his chains. All I have to do is beckon them over, or wink and well you get my drift.- Also even when he's drunk he can still remember some of the stuff that happened that night.
History
"Well what can I say I had an easy life-
My parents were rich. My dad owned an oil company in Texas-My mother had her own cooking show. How they met or how they were even compatible I don't know. My dad was never around he was what my mom and I called a workaholic. My mom on the other hand shot her shows from our own house. She was around all the time. Mother had always told me that since our family was well known- We had to act in a certain way. I could not slump in my seat -ect.
" My mother though would leave every night when I was young and when she thought I was sleeping. She would tuck me in and read a story with a happy ending then leave for the night. She would always come back in the morning though. One night when I was about eh, I Think thirteen I followed her. I wasn't old enough to drive but I had my own motorized scooter. Moped whatever it was called. When I arrived I saw her getting lead out of the building by a strange man and into a car- I knew he was drunk by the way he was touching her. I decided it was late and headed home I knew what was going on. I really wasn't that naive when I was young,
She came back like she normally did. That morning like all school mornings I walk into the Kitchen to see her cooking- it was always her passion. She would smile when I walked in and ruffle my hair then hand me a plate of food. I forget all I saw that night and smiled back at her. I would leave for school- Happy for the reason she still came home every night from her 'activity's'.
At school I lived the live of the popular, straight A, well rounded student. Also that day my 'friends' texted me in class and told me to meet them in the hallway. I did. They brought with them today drugs and alcohol. I was a bit surprised by this but nerveless I tried it and it grew to an addiction. Like I said I get tipsy easily so at school when my friends and I would join together I usually ended up getting drunk. My 'friends' though would cover for me.
Finally it grew to the point Where my 'friends' and I would go out and buy our own private stash to alcohol. One of my 'Friends had an older sister who was of drinking age- she brought it for us. I hid my private stash in my closet. Mother never went into my room so I was safe.
By age fourteen I went out to a party-a small one with a few friends, we were drinking. My friends older sister was there- she got drunk so was I. I don't know who tempted who but yeah we- you get my drift.
After that really was the same routine- and I was able to keep up my 'teachers pet' act up also.
I moved out of the house like every young adult did- age eighteen. I moved to Texas in hope to see my Dad. Glad to see he was living a successful life. You could truly tell he loves my mom- in his house every corner you turned was a picture of her. I stayed for a few years.
Now- I don't know where I got the idea, But I had the sudden urge to move to new york-why? I don't know. I guess I'll just let life lead me.
Extra
Playlist.
Numb -Linkin Park
What I've become- Linkin Park
You're Gonna Go Far Kid-The Offspring
