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General[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Full Name[/BCOLOR] [BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=#000000]REDACTED[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Aliases/Nicknames[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]Jorick
[BCOLOR=transparent]Title(s)[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]I could make up a bunch of silly shit here, but nah.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Preferred Name[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]Jorick. I prefer not to tell internet people my real name unless I've known them for a long time.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Age/Date of Birth[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]25. June 2, 1989.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Sex[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]Male
[BCOLOR=transparent]Sexual Orientation[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]Heterosexual.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Race[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]Caucasian. Got lots of European in me, mainly English and Scottish. I know for sure I'm 1/16th Native American through my mother's side, though not of what tribe or anything because my great grandmother refused to disclose any of that information and worked to pass as white to avoid the awful attitudes people had about Native Americans back then.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Voice[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]:[/BCOLOR] I've been told I have a nerd voice, and I'd say that's accurate based on hearing recordings of my own voice.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Languages Spoken[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]:[/BCOLOR] English fluently, Spanish well enough to ask where the bathroom is and maybe order food if I don't get fancy.
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Occupation:[/BCOLOR] Security Officer. Nothing exciting, I babysit an office building overnight and unlock doors.
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Appearance[/BCOLOR]
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Personality[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Five Good Traits[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]Intelligent, creative, broad sense of humor, independent, steadfast
[BCOLOR=transparent]Five Bad Traits[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]Arrogance/egotism, apathetic, unemotional, pessimist, perfectionist to the point that it's a problem
[BCOLOR=transparent]Ideals/beliefs[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]Equality for all people, in the egalitarian school of thought rather than the modern social justice movement way of thinking. Objective pursuit of truth whenever possible. My political beliefs are all over the spectrum, but I lean pretty liberal. Agnostic atheist.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Details[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]I thought I was already giving details about my personality?
[BCOLOR=transparent]Quirks[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]I count a lot of things for no real reason, used to be kind of obsessive about it but now it's not very frequent. Nothing else is really coming to mind at the moment, but I might edit more in later as I think of and/or notice them.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Hobbies[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]Roleplaying, writing, reading, watching dumb stuff on YouTube, watching various TV shows ranging from anime to crime dramas, playing video games.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Interests[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]:[/BCOLOR] Basically anything to do with writing, video games, science of all kinds, politics, the social justice movement (mainly interested in opposing the radically insane wings of it), philosophy, technology, music of various genres.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Likes[/BCOLOR]
I could list off a bunch of things here, but they'd mainly fall under various entertainment media or be repetitions or specific categories of the things listed in my interests. I don't care anywhere near enough to do that right now.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Dislikes[/BCOLOR]
Willful ignorance, extremism of all kind (but especially when paired with authoritarianism), those radically insane social justice folks I mentioned before (though they're a combo of ignorance, extremism, and authoritarianism so this is sort or redundant), people who don't respect personal space, people who won't shut the fuck up, rabid fans of things (largely because they won't shut the fuck up about them), people engaging in dick measuring contests over who's a bigger fan or knows more about something.
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Relationships[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Father[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]He died in December of 1996 by way of heroin overdose. Wasn't close to him before that because he was in an out of jail, and when he was out he only had limited partial custody in the form of supervised visits. He did introduce me to video games though, because the first game I ever played was Metroid on his Nintendo on one of the weekends my brothers and I visited him.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Mother[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]Pretty good relationship. We have a rather similar laid back temperament so there's not much fighting. I was the kid who never really got in trouble because I learned the art of toeing the line without going over it, so it was kinda always like that. We argue about politics and philosophy stuff sometimes, but it's never heated, just an interesting discussion with another intelligent person who often happens to hold differing opinions and views on things than I do.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Sisters[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]I've got two of them, both younger than me, both half-sisters that have a different father. Kinda close with the older of the two because of bonding happening due to high overlap in our taste in TV, movies, and humor. Not that close with the younger due to wildly differing tastes, but we get along just fine anyway.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Brothers[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]I also have two of those, one older than me and one younger. More or less okay with the younger brother when we're just talking about video games or TV stuff, but most of the time when we get into talking about other things it turns into huge arguments because dumb shit, probably wouldn't associate with him if we weren't related. I've pretty much disowned my older brother because he's currently in jail in Texas for child sex abuse charges which he admitted were true, and that should pretty much explain the disowning.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Grandparents[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]All dead. Never met my grandmother on my mother's side because she died when my mother was a kid, but her father was a cool guy who got me interested in strategy video games after he let me play Civilization 2 on his computer one day. I was never super close to my grandparents on my father's side because I never lived very close to them, but they were really nice folks who did whatever they could with their limited resources to spoil all their grandkids, and I've gotta give props to my grandmother for sparking my lifelong love of reading by sending me a book (Redwall by Brian Jacques) for my birthday one year.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Uncles[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]I think I have one on my father's side, but that guy might've actually been married to one of his sisters? I dunno, I was never that close to his side of the family, probably because of him being the black sheep of his family and then dying early on in my life. Got one on my mother's side, he's alright, not very close to him, but no animosity or anything. Same story with my two uncles-in-law, married to my mother's sisters.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Aunts[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]Urgh, aunts. On my father's side they're kinda shitty, one or two that looked down on my family the few times we attended family reunion kinda things, and then one that was a real bitch to my mother about her decision to not let the criminal drug addict that was my father have equal custody of my brothers and I. Not much better on my mother's side: one who was given up for adoption and wasn't really interested in continuing contact with us after my mother found her, one estranged from the family of her own choice for angsty reasons, one former (though suspected still current) meth addict who does a lot of shady shit, and one verbally abusive alcoholic who denies her alcoholism despite drinking a minimum of a 24 pack of beer a day and her various doctors over the years telling her she's murderizing her liver. Oh, and the alcoholic one is also a whackjob who buys into pretty much every conspiracy theory and cult she hears about.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Cousins[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]:[/BCOLOR] I have some on my father's side of the family that I never met outside of those aforementioned family reunion things, nothing to say about them. No idea if adopted or estranged aunt on my mother's side have any kids, and my uncle on that side does not. Meth aunt has some kids that are quite a bit older than me that I only vaguely remember as being babysitter types a few times. Alcoholic aunt has 3 daughters and a son that are almost all awful. One daughter bailed from their mess of a family and is alright, though I never talk to her. Second daughter is a backstabbing bitch: started a business with my mother, then publicly accused her of stealing money (despite the books being in total order with no proof of anything missing), accused her of all sorts of heinous bullshit, basically went on a smear campaign against her among the whole extended family. As far as my mother could ever figure out, that went down because the cousin was pissy about not getting her way with all the decisions for the business and because my mother (a woman who had raised 5 children, mind you) had the gall to try to tell her how to raise her son (who is a terrible little shit, screams at people and hits/bites them with no reprimand from his parents, gets them thrown out of places all the time for being a little terrorist). The third daughter is one of those super preachy people who demands everyone in their life follow her beliefs and philosophies, which means I get to hear her ranting about how she's a vegan feminist anarchist every time I'm in the same building as her. Drunk aunt's son is a real fun guy too: he has some kind of mental illness that psychiatrists think is probably schizophrenia, but they can't really tell for sure because he won't stop drinking or doing drugs so they really can't be sure if his hallucinations and other symptoms are due to the illness or the drugs, and all attempts to push him to get help are blocked by his stupid alcoholic mother because the couple shrinks she did allow him to see both said that his mother was probably a large reason why he's so fucked up. All in all, I don't care for my cousins.
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Strengths[/BCOLOR]
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[BCOLOR=transparent]rsenal[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]Uhhh... I have a couple pocket knives, and I think I still have a machete sitting around somewhere. Found it in a little fort some people had carved into a blackberry bush patch in a field, took it because I was a lil shit and thought it looked cool.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Abilities[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]I'm pretty good at writing? I'm good at some video games? I dunno man.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Physical[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]I have a pretty decent level of pain tolerance. I'm not exceptionally strong, but I'd say I'm at least average for pure strength.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Mental[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]Aww yeah, now we're talking. I can use that aforementioned writing ability to write anything from high quality (if getting A grades in college courses equals high quality at least) argumentative essays to creative things that get pretty good feedback. I've been told I'm really good at explaining complicated things in a way that uncomplicated people can understand them. I learn new things quickly, and I can adapt the things I learn to new circumstances without much trouble. I can solve problems with the best of them, be they intellectual or practical in nature. I critically examine things and form my own opinions about various issues rather than latching onto a political party or ideology and letting them do my thinking for me. I am not easily disturbed or shaken, so in any given group I'm likely to be the steady rock who doesn't give a shit about whatever comes. I've got nigh-invincible levels of high self esteem. I'm pretty fucking great, basically.
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Weaknesses[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Fears[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]:[/BCOLOR] Drowning and falling to my death. I am not afraid of deep water, just deep water when I'm in a situation where there's a reasonable chance I could fall in and drown. I am not afraid of heights, just heights that lack barriers to prevent people falling off of them.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Physical[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]I'm pretty slow in general. I can sprint pretty quick at need, but most of the time I just stroll along slowly. I'm also not very quick on reaction times, which is probably why I suck at twitchy games like shooters. Oh, and I have asthma, though it's basically a non-issue ever since I got hooked up with an Advair prescription.
[BCOLOR=transparent]Mental[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]:[/BCOLOR] Arrogance probably counts as a mental weakness, despite how I sort of implied it as a strength before. I'm also too quick to jump to judgments of other people, which can lead to some shitty situations.
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Misc[/BCOLOR]
Can't think of anything worth putting here that wasn't already stated above or isn't about to be used in the history section, so...
[BCOLOR=transparent]History[/BCOLOR]
I grew up in poverty and stayed in it until quite recently. Not really surprising I guess, because a single mother without a college degree raising 5 kids would be damned lucky to not be under the poverty line. We had plenty of times where the only food in the house was white bread and cheap sandwich meat and ramen, and plenty of times where we went without some utilities for long stretches of time, the worst of which was probably the 2-3 months we had no water in our house. It was pretty awful overall, but it did teach me the values of conservation and appreciating the small things in life, so that's a silver lining that I can see now looking back on it.
Anyway, starting from near the beginning, I sort of taught myself the basics of reading because I was jealous that my older brother got to go to kindergarten and I didn't. My grandmother (on my father's side) had sent me a collection of Sesame Street videos for my second birthday, so I watched those suckers over and over when my brother went off to school. I was able to identify all the letters and the sounds they made when I was three years old, while my five year old brother was struggling, because I was a smart little shit. I was selected for the school district's "talented and gifted" program at my kindergarten orientation, because while the parents were all talking to the teacher I apparently had grabbed a book (some babby's first book level stuff) and was reading it correctly to some of the other kids, none of whom even knew the alphabet yet. Stuck with that until third grade when I moved out of that school district.
Shit kinda went downhill from that point on, as far as school went. I was extremely bored in class, and I've always been kind of asocial so I didn't really make friends or have fun with socialization. Shitty home problems (ranging from lack of utilities to getting kicked out of places for inability to pay rent) also caused a lot of trouble for me, though my mother managed to keep us in the same school district so there were no more jarring transitions. My school performance deteriorated and I started skipping school, until eventually I dropped out early on in my junior year (11th grade for those to whom the American school grade system is nonsense). I'd already been way addicted to World of Warcraft before then, but after dropping out I spent the better part of a year doing little but play the game. Met a few neat people, got into roleplaying, did a lot of erotic roleplaying (teen hormones, whoo), tried a couple internet dating things with girls I met on WoW and both ended abysmally. I eventually stopped playing and only really talk to one of person from that time any more, one of the girls that I tried the e-dating with, and it's pretty awkward.
After a while of being a lazy bum my mother informed me that I had to go back to school or get a job, because her food stamp benefits for me were gonna run out if I wasn't in school, and because poverty was still in full swing we really couldn't afford that hit. I went and talked to an advisor at the local high school (we'd moved to a new district in that year after getting kicked out of our old house because of repeatedly being way late paying rent), and I got put into a high school completion program at a community college. I did that and ended up with an actual high school diploma, not a GED, and I got it around the same time I would've graduated normal high school but this way I got free college credits too, so suck it normal high school path. Some time in there I got into forum roleplaying, which eventually led me here. I went off to another community college, explored some classes, eventually tried chemistry and liked it, was lied to by a stupid fucking college adviser about there being a standalone 2 year chemistry degree, found out that was bullshit when I went to fill out the stuff to get said degree and transfer to a university, so I ended up getting the only 2 year degree I had the credits for: an Associate's Degree in General Studies (AKA a degree with almost zero marketable value). I wanted to pursue a Bachelor's in chemistry, but I would've had to do the full 4 years because none of my fucking science credits counted as fulfilling their requirements, and that just wasn't something I wanted to do with my life. Got pissed off and demoralized, switched to an English degree because that would have taken only 3 years, but that was still bullshit, and I ended up failing out because I just couldn't muster up the motivation to do what felt like it would be a waste of another 3 years after I'd already wasted nearly 4 years between the two community colleges with nothing to show for it.
I tried to enter the workforce as a guy with zero work experience with a worthless 2 year degree in the midst of the recession caused the that subprime mortgage bullshit. As you can probably guess, it did not go well. I looked for work for a couple years with no success. In this time we were kicked out of yet another house for the same old reason of not having enough money to make ends meet, but we were able to not end up homeless thanks to some help from my mother's meth head sister (or more precisely her ex-meth dealer husband, because apparently that's a lucrative business and he built up a tidy fortune). I managed to get a job working at Walmart and it was fucking awful, they fired me after 2 months because they'd over hired to get their store ready for their yearly inventory check and I wasn't able to put out the insanely fast levels of speed they wanted (1 huge pallet of soda, juice, and canned goods per hour was what they wanted, even the fastest dudes in the store could only manage it in an hour and a half). Then I got hooked up with a job I really hated because the mother of one of my youngest sister's friends heard we were having troubles, so she hired me (and my younger brother) to work in her care clinic for people with severe brain injuries. My job was basically to stand watch for 12 hours over a guy who had a trachea tube in, to listen for his breathing getting too phlegm-filled because that was the signal that his tube needed to be cleaned out with a little suction machine. It also involved helping to change the diapers of the patients, all of which were adult males, and that's not something I was okay with. It was sort of a mixed blessing when the Mexican manager of the place and the Mexican staff ladies decided they didn't like having a white guy there and started reporting total bullshit to the big boss lady, which was the person who'd hired me. I found out that they did this to basically all non-Mexican hires, so it was nothing new. I ended up getting quietly let go from this job because the house manager woman just stopped giving me hours and the big boss lady didn't wanna cause problems by forcing her to stop being a shit. I was technically employed there through June 2014, but I stopped getting hours in January.
Things stopped being super shitty back in July of 2014 when I got my current job. We had another eviction scare and went without hot water (because the natural gas bill was ~75 dollars a month we just couldn't afford) for a few months in that time, which was real fun. I found the security job through one of my younger brother's friends telling him about it, with the highly tempting note about how they were basically desperate for new employees because they just couldn't fill all the security contracts they had without giving a bunch of people overtime. This turned out to be true, because when I went into the interview I was only asked a few precursory questions before the guy was like "Okay, you can start as soon as your background check clears right? Good, come back here on this date for the security license training thing." I didn't complain at all. Our shitty situation stabilized with my brother and I both bringing in some money at the same time, and we finally poked our heads up above the poverty line back in November when I got a stable full time position instead of being shunted around filling spots as needed on an erratic schedule. Shit has been alright since then, one or two issues with being late to pay utilities, but having to pull some financial gymnastics to live paycheck to paycheck is much better than being in the fucked situation of your expenses always exceeding your income.
Body Structure: Slowly returning to what I want it to be. o.O
