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Name: Natasha
Age: 20
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CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Bryson Cainn
Nicknames: Bry
Character age: 19
Birthdate: June 15
Gender: Male
Is this character supernaturally inclined? Magical Practictioner
Strengths: has a knack for healing, is extremely strong-willed
Weaknesses Has a sarcasitc streak that tends to get him in trouble, has to be pushed far to kill another, standard human weakness.
Weapons carried on person: None

Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: auburn, shoulder-length, wavy
Eye colour: Blue-gray
Portrayal: Unknown model
Picture:

Physical description: He is tall and willowy though is toned from years of playing soccer, his favorite pastime. He can usually be seen wandering around in a faded pair of Levis, and a shirt hidden by a large purple hoody, and a pair of brown steel-toe boots. He wears a silver hoop in his right ear given to him as a gift from someone who thought it was an insult.

Likes: reading, soccer, guys, the color purple
Dislikes: homophobes, being the center of attention, gangs
Fears: Cllaustrophobia, being raped again, gangs, being backed into a corner he can't get out of
Nervous habits: Wearing baggy clothes, being jumpy in crowds, chewing on his fingernails

Personality description: When not feeling threatened, he tends to be friendly without overdoing it. He has always tended to stay to himself and now more then ever that is his refuge as he believes if he doesn't draw attention to himself, he isn't going to get hurt. When he feels threatened, he tends to be overtly apologetic and is easily pressed into pleading for his life and safety. He prefers men who are dominant without being sadistic and overbearing. Looks would be nice but he would rather feel love and safe than be able to brag about the man he's with.

Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Margret and Victor Cainn
Siblings: Seth Cainn
Children: None

History: Born in Winchendon, MA to Margret and Victor, he was raised in a very strict family. There was never any mention of anything consiidered to be improper or "impure". His father was the minster at the local church and his mother a stay-at-home mom who was proud of her position. His brother, older by three years, was the apple of their father's eye and was bent on following in his father's footsteps. Sadly, Bryson was never comfortable with his father's fanaticism. When Bryson started middle school, he began to notice not only a growing attraction to his male classmates, but also that when people around him were injured, he could make the wounds disappear. Afraid that his parents might find out, he stopped as soon as he found out how to push his gifts aside. Luckily for him, those he had helped understood how his parents would take it and kept it far underwraps.

When he turned seventeen, a "friend" discovered his journal which he kept all his darkest secrets in. He ended up telling EVERYONE he could find and soon, word got back to Bryson's parents. The explosive argument that ensued caused the male to have the first, and only yelling match he would ever try to have with another person. It ended up with him thrown out of the house and disowned, to put it nicely. Homelss, with only one bag of clothes, he found hiimself on the bad side of his small, fourteen square mile town late at night. It didn't take long for someone to notice him and as luck would have it, it would be one of the many gangs located in the outskirts of the town. Before he could defend himself, he was beaten down, scorned, and humiliated before being brutally raped. They left his battered, bleeding body in an alleyway to rot along with the garbage that accrued there.
He was found, by chance by a homeless man who called the police and got him rushed to the hospital. Seventeen harrowing hours later, he was placed in recovery. His family showed up one more time and made him feel worse by telling him that this was God's retribution for his unholy lifestyle. They were "politely" escorted out by the police. Once again alone, Bryson faced the reality of a group home.

Two years passed by rather uneventfully though Bryson was still plagued by nightmares of his ordeal. He saved up all his money and attempted college. He was out after only one semester as he was unable to deal with the people around him. Out of time, he decided to try leaving behind the place he had grown up and the people who were so familliar to him. He packed his bags, the few meager belongs that were his, and bought a one-way ticket as far as it would take him from Massachusetts. He'd always heard that it was a nice state to live in. Maybe it would give him the rest he needed to heal and find himself again. Maybe, just mabye, he would accept the gifts that were his and his alone.

Writing Sample: It was getting off the train that was the hardest even though he had made the decision to leave. Reaching up, he secured the hoody on his head and slowly took the last few steps onto the ground. He looked around and for a brief moment decided that he was mad. However, then his thoughts grew dark as he remembered what it was he was running from. A shudder wracked his body and he pulled his two bags close in an attempt to dispel whatever demons hunted him. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure if there would ever be a time where he didn't feel like he was being hunted, when he didn't feel like he was going to have a panic-attack. He hated that feeling more than anything. He would give anything to have his life back. If only he had been more careful...but then, everyone knew about wishful thinking. He collected himself and stared at the new surroundings before him. If he had a more positive outlook maybe it would make a difference. He would have to find a hotel and then everything else would come one step and one day at a time.

And the rest:
Anything else? Nothing I can thiink of

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