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Paxton's Bio // This is still a work in progress..
Name: Paxton Graves
Concept: Lonely teenage son of a prison guard
Gender: Male
Age: Adolescent
Setting: Contemporary small town
World description: In the heart of Moorland National Park lies the small village of Princetown, perched at an altitude of 1400 feet. The village is dominated by Moorland Prison, a high-security facility that houses category A criminals. The prison's presence has shaped the community, with the village mainly catering to the needs of the prison staff and their families. Despite this, the surrounding wild beauty of the Moorlands, with its vast moorland, rocky tors, and meandering rivers, holds an allure of its own. However, the villagers also take pride in the local brewery, Moorland Brewery, where unique ales such as Jail Ale and Moorland IPA are brewed using the pure waters of the moorland streams.
General Information: Always clad in an old, oversized black hoodie Paxton, troubled by his mother's death, struggles with self-harm in a new town where his father works as a prison guard. He isolates himself, documenting his dark thoughts in story form within his journal and finding solace in an abandoned church in the moorlands, he feels most at ease in the shadows.
Background: Witnessing his mother's sudden death in a car crash shattered Paxton's innocence, thrusting him into the depths of grief and sorrow during his formative years. This tragic event marked the beginning of Paxton's journey into darkness, with self-harm becoming his outlet for the unfathomable pain that consumed him, fracturing his relationship with his father. as Paxton's silent screams carved deeper into his soul, especially when they relocated to their parents' hometown. His father's work at the local prison cast an ominous veil over their strained connection, as Paxton's struggles manifested in escalating self-harm, a desperate echo of his pain.
Goal: Paxton is working on his magnum opus, a deeply unsettling graphic novel that fuses his haunting words with his chilling illustrations. Every stroke of his pen aims to grip readers with a bone-chilling tale they cannot escape.
Conflicting goal: Paxton weaves tales of darkness, creating haunting stories that mirror his own tormented psyche. He hopes to share his writing and break free from the shadows that envelop him, hoping to release his haunted past. but he is scared to show his stories. Hovering between horror and despair, Paxton vows to pen a collection of grim tales that will captivate readers, aiming to submit them to the Moorland Literary Society's annual writing competition. If he succeeds, perhaps they will recognize his talent, and he will be able to bear his dark soul to the world.
Fears: Paxton fears being consumed by the stifling expectations of his father's profession, suffocating in the shadow of the prison walls that define his family's legacy.
Beliefs: Paxton believes shattered hearts can never fully mend.
Weaknesses: Paxton Graves copes with emotional turmoil through self-harm. Each night, surrounding to the haunting memories of his mother's passing, the weight of guilt pressing him to seek solace in the painful release of self-harm. The scars that line his arms bear silent witness to his inner torment. He harbors an intense fear of abandonment, stemming from his mother's death and his strained relationship with his father, driving him further into a world of isolation and despair. Paxton has obsessive tendencies, fixating on his haunting tales and graphic novel to the point of neglecting other aspects of his life.
Personality traits: Sensitive, anxious, shy, disorganized, creative, self-harming, quiet, caring, unpredictable, kind, rebellious, withdrawn
Personality description: Unpredictable and emotionally fragile, Paxton teeters on the edge of his sanity. While he possesses a glimmer of empathy deep within, his self-centred tendencies often override, leaving him isolated in the prison of his own sorrow. His mind weaves intricate tapestries of gloom and dread, but his crippling self-doubt shatters any hope of sharing them with the world.
Relationships: Jonathan, Paxton's father, is an overbearing and distant figure in his life. He is still grieving for his wife and struggles to connect with Paxton. Their strained relationship is filled with tension and unspoken emotions. Jonathan, burdened by his own loss, is unable to fully understand or support his son's artistic expressions. while Paxton's enigmatic and eccentric uncle Silas one his father's side of the family, becomes a guardian figure after his mother's passing. Silas, who has always been the family outcast, chooses to live as a hermit in a secluded cottage on the moorlands. He becomes the only person to whom Paxton opens up about his struggles.
General Appearance: His slender frame, weighted by self-imposed demons, often appears ghostly and fragile, as if one touch could shatter him into a thousand ethereal shards. Strangely, his arms are often wrapped in loose bandages, concealing unseen pain that festers beneath. As he writes in his journal, his skilful yet trembling skinny hands dance upon the pages, the ink capturing his tortured thoughts and bittersweet memories.
Face and hair: His eyes are sharp, like portals to worlds filled with darkness and despair, and they glimmer with a mixture of profound sadness and untamed imagination. Life might bend and bruise him, yet it also hones his uncanny ability to perceive secrets lurking in the shadows. His mournful countenance is etched with hollowed cheeks deeply shadowed by prolonged, sleepless nights. In the lightest of breezes, those cavernous cheekbones seem poised to buckle beneath the moon's embrace. His slender frame bears the marks of haunting experiences, from both reality and his unsettling imagination. White crescents of self-inflicted pain mar his arms, a haunting count of insidious battles etched upon his waxen flesh.
Clothes, adornments and belongings: A worn journal with an aged leather cover peeks out of his backpack, its pages an ever-growing writing.
His slender frame is wrapped in an oversized black hoodie, much of it now scarce fabric, disfigured by faded bloodstains that stubbornly linger as somber reminders of past agony. The garment's hemline is tattered, frayed, and smeared with faint splatters of ink and dried tears
Skills: His writing acts as a cathartic release, a conduit for his inner demons to bleed onto the page, wrapping readers in a shroud of unease and morose fascination as they journey through the twisted corridors of his mind.
Talents and interests: Paxton seeks solace in an old church, using journaling as therapy to cope with his inner struggles. In the eerie stillness of the old church, Paxton's whispers of sorrow mingle with the creaking of ancient wood. The dim light of a solitary candle flickers as he feverishly journals, the ink blotches on the pages mirroring the scars on his wrists and within his heart.
Likes and dislikes:
Paxton likes
Writing within his tattered leather journal is his most treasured possession, a vessel for his darkest thoughts and mysterious tales that haunt his mind, bound in a cloak of raw emotions. While he also finds solace in the church's eerie silence, where he can escape from the outside world and be alone with his thoughts, allowing the melancholy whispers of sorrow to blend with his own emotional turmoil.
The harsh bitterness of black coffee mixed with a hint of cinnamon is Paxton's go-to drink, reflecting his complex and dark nature. Each sip fuels his creativity for his haunting tales.
while he dislikes
Laughter it grates on Paxton's nerves, reminding him of the happiness he once had and lost. He recoils from the sound, feeling like an outsider to such joyous expressions.
Annoying Paxton to no end are empty promises, as they only serve to magnify the lingering sense of abandonment and disappointment in his young heart. Paxton despises sudden loud noises, as they startle him and trigger his anxiety, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Touch, whether accidental or intentional, sears his skin with the weight of remembered pain and stifled cries, closing him off further from the world around him.
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Concept: Lonely teenage son of a prison guard
Gender: Male
Age: Adolescent
Setting: Contemporary small town
World description: In the heart of Moorland National Park lies the small village of Princetown, perched at an altitude of 1400 feet. The village is dominated by Moorland Prison, a high-security facility that houses category A criminals. The prison's presence has shaped the community, with the village mainly catering to the needs of the prison staff and their families. Despite this, the surrounding wild beauty of the Moorlands, with its vast moorland, rocky tors, and meandering rivers, holds an allure of its own. However, the villagers also take pride in the local brewery, Moorland Brewery, where unique ales such as Jail Ale and Moorland IPA are brewed using the pure waters of the moorland streams.
General Information: Always clad in an old, oversized black hoodie Paxton, troubled by his mother's death, struggles with self-harm in a new town where his father works as a prison guard. He isolates himself, documenting his dark thoughts in story form within his journal and finding solace in an abandoned church in the moorlands, he feels most at ease in the shadows.
Background: Witnessing his mother's sudden death in a car crash shattered Paxton's innocence, thrusting him into the depths of grief and sorrow during his formative years. This tragic event marked the beginning of Paxton's journey into darkness, with self-harm becoming his outlet for the unfathomable pain that consumed him, fracturing his relationship with his father. as Paxton's silent screams carved deeper into his soul, especially when they relocated to their parents' hometown. His father's work at the local prison cast an ominous veil over their strained connection, as Paxton's struggles manifested in escalating self-harm, a desperate echo of his pain.
Goal: Paxton is working on his magnum opus, a deeply unsettling graphic novel that fuses his haunting words with his chilling illustrations. Every stroke of his pen aims to grip readers with a bone-chilling tale they cannot escape.
Conflicting goal: Paxton weaves tales of darkness, creating haunting stories that mirror his own tormented psyche. He hopes to share his writing and break free from the shadows that envelop him, hoping to release his haunted past. but he is scared to show his stories. Hovering between horror and despair, Paxton vows to pen a collection of grim tales that will captivate readers, aiming to submit them to the Moorland Literary Society's annual writing competition. If he succeeds, perhaps they will recognize his talent, and he will be able to bear his dark soul to the world.
Fears: Paxton fears being consumed by the stifling expectations of his father's profession, suffocating in the shadow of the prison walls that define his family's legacy.
Beliefs: Paxton believes shattered hearts can never fully mend.
Weaknesses: Paxton Graves copes with emotional turmoil through self-harm. Each night, surrounding to the haunting memories of his mother's passing, the weight of guilt pressing him to seek solace in the painful release of self-harm. The scars that line his arms bear silent witness to his inner torment. He harbors an intense fear of abandonment, stemming from his mother's death and his strained relationship with his father, driving him further into a world of isolation and despair. Paxton has obsessive tendencies, fixating on his haunting tales and graphic novel to the point of neglecting other aspects of his life.
Personality traits: Sensitive, anxious, shy, disorganized, creative, self-harming, quiet, caring, unpredictable, kind, rebellious, withdrawn
Personality description: Unpredictable and emotionally fragile, Paxton teeters on the edge of his sanity. While he possesses a glimmer of empathy deep within, his self-centred tendencies often override, leaving him isolated in the prison of his own sorrow. His mind weaves intricate tapestries of gloom and dread, but his crippling self-doubt shatters any hope of sharing them with the world.
Relationships: Jonathan, Paxton's father, is an overbearing and distant figure in his life. He is still grieving for his wife and struggles to connect with Paxton. Their strained relationship is filled with tension and unspoken emotions. Jonathan, burdened by his own loss, is unable to fully understand or support his son's artistic expressions. while Paxton's enigmatic and eccentric uncle Silas one his father's side of the family, becomes a guardian figure after his mother's passing. Silas, who has always been the family outcast, chooses to live as a hermit in a secluded cottage on the moorlands. He becomes the only person to whom Paxton opens up about his struggles.
General Appearance: His slender frame, weighted by self-imposed demons, often appears ghostly and fragile, as if one touch could shatter him into a thousand ethereal shards. Strangely, his arms are often wrapped in loose bandages, concealing unseen pain that festers beneath. As he writes in his journal, his skilful yet trembling skinny hands dance upon the pages, the ink capturing his tortured thoughts and bittersweet memories.
Face and hair: His eyes are sharp, like portals to worlds filled with darkness and despair, and they glimmer with a mixture of profound sadness and untamed imagination. Life might bend and bruise him, yet it also hones his uncanny ability to perceive secrets lurking in the shadows. His mournful countenance is etched with hollowed cheeks deeply shadowed by prolonged, sleepless nights. In the lightest of breezes, those cavernous cheekbones seem poised to buckle beneath the moon's embrace. His slender frame bears the marks of haunting experiences, from both reality and his unsettling imagination. White crescents of self-inflicted pain mar his arms, a haunting count of insidious battles etched upon his waxen flesh.
Clothes, adornments and belongings: A worn journal with an aged leather cover peeks out of his backpack, its pages an ever-growing writing.
His slender frame is wrapped in an oversized black hoodie, much of it now scarce fabric, disfigured by faded bloodstains that stubbornly linger as somber reminders of past agony. The garment's hemline is tattered, frayed, and smeared with faint splatters of ink and dried tears
Skills: His writing acts as a cathartic release, a conduit for his inner demons to bleed onto the page, wrapping readers in a shroud of unease and morose fascination as they journey through the twisted corridors of his mind.
Talents and interests: Paxton seeks solace in an old church, using journaling as therapy to cope with his inner struggles. In the eerie stillness of the old church, Paxton's whispers of sorrow mingle with the creaking of ancient wood. The dim light of a solitary candle flickers as he feverishly journals, the ink blotches on the pages mirroring the scars on his wrists and within his heart.
Likes and dislikes:
Paxton likes
Writing within his tattered leather journal is his most treasured possession, a vessel for his darkest thoughts and mysterious tales that haunt his mind, bound in a cloak of raw emotions. While he also finds solace in the church's eerie silence, where he can escape from the outside world and be alone with his thoughts, allowing the melancholy whispers of sorrow to blend with his own emotional turmoil.
The harsh bitterness of black coffee mixed with a hint of cinnamon is Paxton's go-to drink, reflecting his complex and dark nature. Each sip fuels his creativity for his haunting tales.
while he dislikes
Laughter it grates on Paxton's nerves, reminding him of the happiness he once had and lost. He recoils from the sound, feeling like an outsider to such joyous expressions.
Annoying Paxton to no end are empty promises, as they only serve to magnify the lingering sense of abandonment and disappointment in his young heart. Paxton despises sudden loud noises, as they startle him and trigger his anxiety, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Touch, whether accidental or intentional, sears his skin with the weight of remembered pain and stifled cries, closing him off further from the world around him.
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Guidelines :- www.roleplay.me/blog/293631
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6 | Mar 10th 2024 05:58