(sorry it took so long, here is my Loner thus far :] is this a little better? I tried to go more into why he's like he is.. though I didn't wanna ramble to much :] )
My Name is: Thomas Noir
My current Age is: 21
Given Nicknames: Anramath
Most certainly I am: a male, though many think women (due to facial structure and cross dressing)
My nationality: French
Appearance:
very long blonde hair with bangs on the ether side of his face, his eyes are a flat green colour. His skin is very pale and covered in scars. He's very slender in build. (he looks more messy in the rp then the picture.. not even
Anramath can preserve his looks in an apocalypse :] )
Personality: Thomas- or as he prefers to be known as 'Anramath'- suffers from Schizophrenia , this means that he has a very 'flat' personality and shows very little emotion. He's also a loner by natured and doesn't like being around other people, partly because he doesn't trust them and partly because he has no willpower to make friends.
He's also very insecure about himself and has self confidence issues, as well as self loathing. He's also prone to periodic states of suicidal depression and tends to self harm in order to try and keep himself from breaking down totally. He considers himself worthless and undeserving of love and attention, so he tries to keep out the way of people the best he can.
People often misunderstand him and think that he's aloof and cold, that it's a deliberate action on his part and that he thinks he's better then everyone else. While he does push people away, it's only because he doesn't want to be hurt by them.
My life before& After:
Thomas was badly abused by his father and his mother throughout much of his life, which is the reason he is like he is. He was to scared to tell anyone and shouldered things alone the best he could, the abuse however worsened as years past.
His parents both died in a car crash when he was sixteen and he was placed under the care of the state, but the damage was already done. He suffered from awful hallucinations and would often scream the place down, fighting against those who tried to help him.
he was later took in by a kindly old couple. Thomas would experience two years of happiness with them, before things went sour.
Thomas began to wear dresses and make-up, at the age of nineteen he realised that he wasn't happy being labelled 'male' and nor would he be happy labelled 'female' so he decided to embrace both fashions in order to find himself.. however the dresses made him feel pretty, so he wore them more. Eventually the old couple found out and they were furious, kicking him out with a few of his possessions. Once again Thomas was alone.
He did a lot of bad things from then on in, he needed his medication but couldn't afford it himself.. so he turned to prostitution in order to make money and turned to drugs that seemed to help suppress his 'father's voice and hands.' however the act of selling himself made him more unbalanced.
Eventually he got to America, how he did so is between him and a 'friend'. He tried to live a normal life, and worked as hard as he could in various part time jobs. He tried to put his days of prostitution behind him and hoped that one day he could even put his past behind him. Though he lived in a small apartment in a dingy area and was still on drugs, at least he was slowly getting a sense of dignity.
..until.. a client called. The client's offer was good, very good and he knew he'd be a fool to turn it down. Under his new name of Anramath he decided to accept the offer and be a 'boy toy' to his client, it paid well and though he'd be living with the man he at least had a better roof over his head..
things were-well.. Anramath would rather not talk about it, but it was while he was living with his client that the outbreak occurred.. and his greatest fear is not the zombies, but running out of the drugs that keep him sane..
Things I like: music, limes, guns, being alone, rain and roses.
Things I hate: being nude, being touched, relationships, talking, father.
My darkest fears: his father father.. or getting stuck with someone like him. Tight spaces, straitjackets and needles..