Where The Wild Things Went. {Runaways & Wanderers}

Character Wanted: Bull; Bull .... Bull xD

Face claim: I need to find one x:

Your plans for the character: Bull was raised in District Four. His parents wanted him to be successful and to them that meant putting their boy through Career training. Every day afterschool, Bull went down to the training center and restlessly trained, learning the tricks of every weapon in the center’s arsenal. His particular favorite was the trident, mostly because it was an item that reminded him of his home: District Four.

He tried his honest best each and every time he was there, but in the evenings he would go home to help his parents out on the boats. Bull was known to be able to pull up the anchor from the ocean (granted it wasn’t a very large anchor) and he assisted his father with hauling rather heavy loads of fish and supplies, helping his dad build boats, and even going so far as to help his neighbors out on their fishing trips.

When Bull was ten years old his mother fell ill with an unexplainable sickness. It proved to be an incurable sickness and both Bull and his father were devastated. Bull started to take care of his mother, helping her along and making her her favorite foods, especially after the local medicine man said she didn’t have very long to live.Bull trusted his mother with everything and so the day came when he decided to tell her that he was gay. I’ve pleased them so far so this shouldn’t be a problem, right? He waited until his father had come into his mother’s bedroom before he gently eased into the news, only to be shot back at with utter disbelief. His father asked him to repeat what he said and he did and was then assaulted with harsh and scornful comments. “Where did we go wrong?” “What have we done?” “Do you know it’s wrong and unnatural to feel like that towards another boy?” Teary-eyed, all Bull could manage to say was a weak “I’m so sorry” before fleeing the room, ashamed of himself. He could hear his mother wailing through the house walls and it was just like a dagger to the heart with each shrill pitch.

His mother soon died, never having forgiven Bull for his sexual orientation. He was only fifteen at the time and already felt as if his father had disowned him: he did not allow Bull to stand near him during the mother’s funeral even though he was sobbing bitterly; his father sent him out on his own for fishing trips instead of their traditional going-out-together; his father even refused to look at him or acknowledge him.

It didn’t take long for Bull’s lips to be nearly permanently sealed. He very rarely spoke anymore to anyone (except to his teachers when they called on him since he refused to let his grades drop) and practiced intensely at career training, trying to once again gain his father’s approval. It never came, though, much to his dismay; his father still refused to even look at him and Bull’s shame continued to mount until he just couldn’t take it anymore.

Bull wrote an apology letter to his father and then slipped out from the house into the night, having only with him the clothes on his back and a little sack of food he swiped from the pantry. He travelled and travelled, keeping the sun at his back in the mornings and directly ahead of him in the evenings until he found them, his new family. A group that named themselves the Wild Things. They accepted him and he wordlessly vowed to protect them all – in fact, he wordlessly did everything. Even to his new family he never uttered a single word and it wouldn’t surprise him if any of them thought him to be mute. An Avox, even, but he doubted they thought he was a runaway servant.

Even now he refuses to speak due to an immense fear of rejection and any feeling of longing he senses for any boy immediately terrifies him. Right now he wouldn’t even dare to think about the possibility of a relationship but that will soon change hopefully and he tries to avoid eye contact with the boys of the group but always fails. He still has yet to truly open up (and actually speak) to anyone in the group even though he trusts each of them, including Max.

just gonna stop there before i go crazy

Roleplay sample: hereeee

Anything else?: ily guys <33 also my heart just shredded when writing this

Character Wanted: Judith Bond and ummmm Judith Bond xD

Face claim: I'm a big fan of her Hanna Sorheim

Your plans for the character: I love love love playing the sassy girl character. Judith reminds me so much of a charrie that I have right now. Anyways, she's secretive, about everything, if there was ever anyone you would want to tell a secret to it would be Judith. Than again that would mean having to get close enough to her to even get the chance to talk to her. Because of the "secret" that she carries with her she's become somewhat reserved, lives inside herself so to speak, or some would even say heartless. She does care though, she really does, but if she shows any sign of emotion she's afraid that will lead to another breakdown. She puts on the facade that she is strong, an unbreakable wall that hasn't ever been breached by anyone. The truth of the matter is she is but a broken shell of her former self, a victim of unspeakable things that left her scarred both emotionally and mentally. Her main line of defense is a sharp tongue and a rage that gets to such heated levels one might say it could set fire to the earth itself.

She hates everything about Max, his attitude, the fact that even though he's younger than her he's in charge. His existence alone is enough to make her despise him, everything about him annoys her, even she can't list all the reasons why, but still there is a deep seeded hatred that boils up within her. It's not uncommon to find her wanting to attack Max, so deep is the hatred of him that she will bite him and scratch him and use whatever is at her disposal to try and hurt him. It's just luck for Max and everyone else that Ira is around to be the brunt of most of her anger. He takes it so well, never getting angry at her, just letting her fists and her words beat down upon him and taking each blow in turn.

Roleplay sample: Pinch Me I'm Dreaming

Anything else?: Well I have a charrie that is alot like Judith, so I would love to get her. Plot ideas would maybe be to get one going with her and Max when Ira isn't around to be her punching bag. So she doesn't hold back on what she says or does. Than some nice lovey threads with Ira where she maybe opens up to him and makes him promise not to tell anyone about. I would love to be in this plot, finally get into a Tristen plot xD.