insomniatic colors
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❜CLARENCE JEREMIAH MILLER
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxaka, kellin quinn21 years old / / twin two / / male / / child of trisha jolene ilapotio miller // insomniatic colors
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFirst off it's CJ, not Clarence. Not "Clare" not "Larry", CJ. He's not sure what religious nutjob snuck onto his mother's bed the night before he was born but to this day he still hasn't quite forgiven her for the monstrosity of a name she gave him. He considered changing it when he hit eighteen but when push came to shove it just wasn't worth it, besides drama was never his deal.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFrom a young age CJ always liked to consider himself the "fun" sibling, though to most it was the "troublemaking" sibling. It wasn't like he got into drugs, shaved the dog, or stole people's mail he just tended to be a handful. No meant yes, do not touch meant touch, and if it had wheels he'd be riding it. Luckily his mom caught on when he was young and kept the car keys away, otherwise that would've ended in disaster. There was just something in his system that made him crave that adrenaline rush, the utter thrill, of doing something exciting or different.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx While he was never much into drama, or being someone's shoulder to cry on, it seemed like he was pretty much the expected cuddle-buddy of the family (right along with Kenna). Despite never having many words of comfort to spare, or even effective hugs for that matter, he knew his place. He was basically dad, once he abandoned them that is. Part of him always hoped the old man would come back but then there was just something inside that told him to give it up. So it was up to him to keep the family together, the house up and running, and wipe the snot from his siblings drippy little noses...fun.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Combine all the schemes he came up with, crazy contraptions he built, and manipulative stories he spieled and you get the rabbit hole that was CJ's creativity. You could never quite reach the bottom and as you fell more and more unusual things started popping up, luckily it was more quirky than sadistic otherwise anyone within twenty miles would've been pretty much screwed. And while art was great and all, Kenna made sure he never went a day without having it shoved in his face, CJ had no interest in the life of a starving artist. Instead he turned to engineering, it was so physical that it kept him busy while giving him the chance to use the billions of ideas floating around in his head to solve real problems. This opened up so many doors, including a job at a local auto shop shortly after he turned sixteen. Sure, they had TONS of money but he'd be damned if he was going to let his money grubbing mother pay his way through life.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx While normally a very laid back, easygoing guy, at one point or another a layer of negativity started to form, and with all the bullshit stress slung over his shoulders slight anger issues came with it. Aside from toddlerhood CJ had never been very open when it came to things like feelings (and he'd be damned if he was ever caught crying EVER), so instead he bottled it up and from time to time he'd just...snap. It never got so bad he physically hurt any member of his family, preferring to break things or walls instead, but yelling was common as was the sound of a door slamming as he escaped out into the night. Of course he'd be back by morning, typically donning massive eye bags and an apologetic expression, but it still ate at him.
