Heart Stolen By a Homeless Girl OOC

[Bryce]

Bryce is very well known as a bad boy. Staying out late, causing mischief, and not to mention he is known as a bit of a player... then an a shocking homeless woman manages to steal his heart... what could happen between the two?

- Character Sheet-

Name: Bryce Gabriel Wolfe
*Nickname: Bry or Bry Bry (which he HATES being called Bry Bry and Bry Bear)

Age:17 (almost 18, a senior in high school)

Height: 6ft

Body Type: Athletic/Muscular

Scars: He has multiple scars on his torso. Most of them are small yet visible. The biggest scar he has however is on the left side of his chest. It looks as if someone cut him with a knife.

Personality: He is a little rough around the edges, although deep down he really is a sweet guy. However do to his past he doesn't allow to let a whole lot of people in. He is however mentally and physically a strong young man. He is sarcastic, short tempered, slightly cocky from time to time, he is however super smart. He has a tendency to let his pride get in the way. He is also the mysterious type in case you haven't realized. Many people consider him emo-like because of the way he looks and acts, however he is still respected by the majority of people in the school. If he does manage to let you into his life you are lucky! He is the most loyal person you will ever meet.

Hobbies: Boxing (one of the best in town) secretly a great artist. He also lives dirt biking and working on vehicles.

Bio: Bryce has had a dark past. Both of his parents were heroine addicts. His father was always abusive and along with his drug addiction he is also an alcoholic. His mother was an insane woman who wasn't even able to take care of herself let alone her children, so the abuse continued. Eventually his mother was sent to the mental hospital and within a week of being there she killed herself by jumping out a 4 story window. The only sane person in his life was his older sister who suffered not only physical abuse... but also sexual. Once she went to college Bryce has been left only with his father, however since he hit his teenage years he was able to fight back... however that doesn't stop him from trying to take care of his dad.

Looks: Pic Below except he's a little more built. No nose ring and no Beanie...

Or anime version! Except more built and his eyes are dark grey! It doesn't matter to me if we do real people or anime people. But I do know it matters to some people :P

 

[Hyper Light Zulu]

Hmm, just say this. This looks very interesting as well! :3

 

[Zarko Straadi]

Name: Diamia Jameson

Age: 16

Height: 5' 2"

Body Type: Slender

Scars: Nepalese tattoos on her forearms.

Personality: Diamia is quiet and serene, and seems to have a way of "just knowing things." She is very intelligent, creative, and talented at finding ingenious ways to use the resources the larger urban society around her throws away. She is caring and protective of the people of her tribe of homeless children and adolescents. She can't function in the "normal" part of the modern world, relating to it like an anthropologist visiting from an incompatible foreign culture. "Papers and Paychecks" is a role-playing game she doesn't know how to play, and lacks the paperwork for (birth certificate, I.D., address, school records, resume'). She fully embraces her role as a homeless street shaman, yet there is an aura of melancholy about her, a sadness whose source she keeps inside.

Hobbies: Singing, dancing, gardening, "upcycling" crafts, reading. Making and playing drums, including the hang drum.

Bio: Diamia's parents were anthropologists who brought her with them on a long-term project to observe and study a shamanic tribe in Nepal when she was a small child. While they retained professional detachment, little Diamia had a strong tendency to "go native." Her parents didn't really object initially, since they found it adorable watching her learn native crafts and dances. She had a way of smoothing relations between them and the tribe. The shaman of the tribe, a wizened old woman, took particular interest in her. Diamia reciprocated, often following her around and mimicking her activities. She "adopted" the shaman as her "Grandmother."

When Diamia was ten years old, the shaman told her parents that she had "the gift" to become a shaman, and that the proper time for her initiation had come. Diamia's parents were conflicted. On the one hand, they wanted their daughter to grow up and have a respectable career in the modern world, whether as a scholar like them, or something else. Certainly not as a shaman in a primitive tribe! On the other hand, if Diamia underwent the initiation ceremony, she could learn, and thus share with her parents, secret rituals and teachings neither the shaman nor the tribe would show them otherwise. Diamia begged to be allowed to accept initiation, and she managed to tilt the balance in favor.

So, she and the shaman entered the shaman's lodge. When they emerged several days later, Diamia was lethargic and distant, almost catatonic. She could still "go through the motions" of life in the village, but it was as if no one was home. The shaman explained that her soul was in the spirit world with the gods, and that she would have to find her way home in order to master a shaman's ability to journey to the spirit world and return with the knowledge she'd need to bring healing and wholeness to her people. "How long is that going to take?" her mother asked. The shaman explained that it would take as long as it took. It was a thing all shamans had to go through.

Days passed, then became weeks. Her parents' agitation grew by the day. They began to blame the shaman, and each other for what had happened. Finally, they wore out their welcome and abandoned their mission. Doctors could find no problems, and psychologists diagnosed Diamia with autism. Recriminations and regret tore their marriage apart. One night, driving home from one of Diamia's therapy sessions, they were distracted by a fierce argument, ran a red light, and were hit by a truck in an intersection. Both parents died, but Diamia survived.

She was put into the foster care system, bouncing from home to home. After being placed with an especially strict set of parents, she ran away. On the streets, she encountered a group of homeless orphans, runaways, and children of neglectful parents who had no one to cling to but each other. Suddenly, she snapped out of her fugue. She started telling them stories of her adventures in the spirit world, and myths and stories she'd learned from the shaman. Combined with local urban legends and spirits Diamia said she could see in visions and dreams, this became their folklore. The loose gang of street kids became a tribe. Over the years, Diamia learned to cultivate *ahem* medicinal plants in secret by means of "guerrilla gardening," growing mushrooms in the darkened basements of abandoned tenements, etc..

She has developed something of a reputation among the local homeless, for helping people break free from addiction and violent behaviors. However, she has a problem shared by shamans everywhere: no one goes to see the shaman because they think it would be a fun way to spend a Saturday night. Instead, they come with pain and trauma and deep emotional needs. She does her best to help them, but knows that she needs to find a way to nourish herself as well.

Looks:

 

[Bryce]

Awesome. I'll have a starter up in a bit :)

 

[Zarko Straadi]

Hi there. I'm going to be out of town until late Monday night or Tuesday, so I won't be able to post any new replies until then.

Thanks!