Freskern

[/font]:[/b] Freskern (Fresk)
AGE: 26 (8.3)
SPECIES: Monster
GENDER: Male
POWERS: Teleport self, Rust touch
ID NUMBER: 02808
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[/font]:[/b] Teal (#008080)
HEIGHT: 6’2 ½”
WEIGHT: 170 lbs.
SKIN: Extremely pale, gray in color, fair complexion
HAIR: Black, cut short and neat
EYES: Glow teal
MARKINGS: ID number tattooed in black on inside of right wrist, always has random bruises
POSTURE: Board straight
COORDINATION: Very fast reflexes, never falls or trips, rarely drops or spills or knocks over anything
FEATURES: Fangs, all teeth sharp, pointed ears, slightly glowing eyes, assumes a much taller pitch-black and slender Monster figure when weakened or attacking
CLOTHING: When out on the street, he wears everyday clothes: jeans, t-shirt or long sleeve, jacket, sneakers, and usually some sort of colored beanie. He wants to seem as normal as possible so people won’t stare at him, so he goes very far out of his way to wear plain and casual attire.
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• Being alone
  
• Strawberry milkshakes
  
• Reading and writing
  
• Warm weather
  

DISLIKES:

• Water
  
• Being stared at
  
• Taking medications
  
• Hospitals
  

STRENGTHS:

• Extreme physical strength when provoked
  
• Can easily escape danger
  
• Often underestimated
  

WEAKNESSES:

• A victim of his own mind
  
• Water
  
• Cannot speak up for himself very much
  

FEARS:

• Water
  
• Going to the hospital and getting “the spike” again
  
• Being taken away by the royal guards
  

HOBBIES:

• Reading and writing, mostly poetry
  
• Going to the diner to get milkshakes, usually strawberry
  

QUIRKS:

• Head twitches/cocks to the side before any kind of break down
  
• Sometimes looks above people’s heads when speaking to them
  

PERSONALITY: Although he is tall, he is not a very imposing guy. He is actually quite meek and squirrely nowadays. He never speaks much, and when he does talk, he never says much. He is a rather paranoid and twitchy, and he much rather prefers to sit in the diner and drink strawberry milkshakes than anything else. He is usually overly polite to everyone, but he does suffer from severe anxiety triggered by many different things. He can have break downs where he becomes very loud and violent, but those are somewhat uncommon. He hallucinates a lot, and sometimes he tweaks out and starts talking to people about his visions or asking people if they see what he sees. He will teleport away from a situation if he feels threatened in any way. And despite all his mental problems, he can function quite normally most of the time, and he even sometimes shows interest in other people instead of shying away from them, but no one besides family has stuck by him for more than a few months. He is also still quite intelligent even with all his struggles, and he shows a very strong love and talent for poetry. He keeps two journals: one for poetry which he writes in whenever and wherever inspiration strikes and one for his day to day experiences.
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[/font]:[/b] Restocks bookshelves at the library
CLASS: N/A
LIVING: Often switches between an apartment and the psych ward
CRIMINAL HISTORY: Various accounts of aggravated assault, battery, and disturbing the peace. All excused for insanity.

HEALTH: Physically average if not a bit frail, mentally very unstable
HEALTH CONDITIONS: Severe hallucinations of fog, rust, and shadows, Aquaphobia (fear of water), Scopophobia (fear of being stared at), sever Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, various signs of various anxieties
MEDICAL HISTORY: Years of time in the psych ward. All kinds of different psychiatric medicines, many forced shock therapies, and 1 lobotomy

FAMILY:

• 1 Sibling: TBA
  

MARITAL STATUS: Single
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual
ROMANTIC HISTORY: None

HISTORY: When he was a child, his father walked out on his mother and his newborn sibling. His mother was already a bit on the mentally unstable side, and losing her husband sent her over the edge. She took out her anger and despair on her oldest child, often verbally and physically abusing him, but she never laid an ill-intended finger on the baby.
One day, when Fresk was about 5 years old, his mother attempted to drown him by holding his head down in a very rusty bucket filled with filthy, cloudy water. He started to drown, but then he suddenly teleported away and survived. This was the first time he had ever teleported, and whenever his mother would hurt him too badly, he would warp away and survive. This went on for many years.
When Fresk turned 9, the violence from his mother got louder with more screaming and shattering glass, and the neighbors eventually called the police. Freskern and his younger sibling were confiscated and sent to an orphanage where they stayed for many months before traveling to lots of different foster homes. Fresk tried his best to raise his sibling to be a good person, and he did a pretty good job even with his struggles with severe PTSD. Because he spent much time with foster families, he was sent to school, and he developed his love for writing at a young age. He began to write poems in his free time.
At the age of 16, one foster family thought it would be good for him to go to a psychologist to get help for his stress and anxiety. The psychologist admitted him to a psychiatric hospital, and he was sent there the following year a couple months after his 17th birthday. The hospital had little genuine care for the patients, and he was often abused by the workers in various ways (sexually, mentally, and physically.) He was forced into shock therapy many times, and he was even forcibly subjected to a lobotomy. All those things made his mental state even worse, and after two years of constant mistreatment and regular shock therapy, he developed very vivid hallucinations of rust, fog, and shadows. His fear of water only heightened to the point where he would not take a bath without shrieking and teleporting away, and he lashed out at another patient because that patient had accidentally looked at him for too long. His condition was very critical for a while.
By the time he was in his early twenties, he had stabilized somewhat. He was able to take vacations from the ward for weeks at a time, and by the age of 24, he was living outside the hospital with his sibling. He only had a handful of bad breakdowns in the following 2 years up until present day, and he can still freely switch from living outside the asylum to being back in it.
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[/font]:[/b] Chris
AGE: 16
GENDER: Female
LOCATION: USA
TIME ZONE: GMT-6

EXAMPLE POST: Freskern was walking down the sidewalk to go back to his apartment after treating himself to a strawberry milkshake, and as he was strolling, he felt a raindrop hit his cheek. He twitched, remember a time when water was all he could sense.
He was only five years old, and he didn’t understand why his mommy gripped his neck so tight. He didn’t understand why she made him kneel down in front of the rusty bucket used to collect vomit when someone was sick. He didn’t understand why it was filled with cloudy dish water, and he didn’t understand why his head was suddenly shoved down into it. His mommy’s hand gripped the back of his hair and pushed down hard, keeping him under the water. He flailed his arms and tried to break free, but his five year old strength was no match for that of a grown woman. He had overheard his father the day the man walked out: ‘That woman is a crazy fucking bitch.’ Though those words had meant nothing to Freskern back then, they seemed to make sense now. Or at least the crazy part did.
Fresk snapped back to the present day, wiping the droplet off his cheek and letting out a pained, inhuman yowl. He teleported away, leaving behind nothing but a few idly floating teal-colored sparkles in his wake.

CONFIRM: Hydrogen Phosphate
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