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 Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 2:47 am
 Name: Sylvester Reid, but most of my friends call me Syl.
Age: I am 23 and I'm born in April 27:th.
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Biography: There's actually not much to say about me and my life. It's nothing special anyway, but if you really want to know, I'll tell you; I'm the child in my family that wasn't planned and not even supposed to be alive. Among the siblings, I'm the youngest and the only boy. When I was born, I was practically dead. I didn't breathe and I didn't move for like 15 minutes. But when I finally started to breathe and move, the doctors said that I would probably get brain damages due to the lack of oxygen for such a long time. But here I am - alive and with no such thing as brain damages.
The only thing that might have affected me from the day I was born is my sight. I'm actually more or less blind. That's the reason I always wear a white or light blue blindfold. But I can see the outline of things, like I can see the shape of a table and tell that it's a table. Same goes for people, I can tell if it's a male or female, but seeing details like the face of the person is really difficult for me. The best way to get knowledge of how the person looks is by touching their face. Not everyone likes that though, so I always ask if it's okey.
But even though I was slightly different from the others in my family, I still had a great time growing up! None of my parents had exciting jobs or anything like that, but it was still great. My sisters often brought me to fairs and let me ride the merry-go-rounds and the Ferris wheel, they read books for me and played with me.
Throughout the years I started to do things on my own. It was quite risky at first since I couldn't see what's in front of me properly, but I managed to do it on my own. It became such a freedom when I could take a trip to the store by myself! My parents were happy to see that I was fine alone and thought that maybe I could live on my own someday.
Years came and went and I grew older without anything happening. We moved around in town a few times in hopes of getting a house that was better and easier for me to live in as my sight became slightly worse the older I got. From being able to see rather sharp outlines, I can now only see blurred outlines of things.
But how did I get here? To Trinity Castle? To be honest - I have no idea. I only know that I was going home one evening after being at a friend's house and woke up, cold and beaten, outside the doors to the castle. I knew I wouldn't be able to find my way home on my own, so I decided to stay here. For how long? I don't know... But what does it matter? I like it here.
Personality: I'm a quite happy person, I suppose. I never think of myself as "special" just because I barely can see. I just live life as a normal person would. And I like to explore things, so you could say I'm quite adventurous. The first weeks at this place I got lost quite a few times only because I wanted to know how it looked.
I might seem depressed and sad at times, even though I'm not. And I can be social and talkative if I want to. I like to meet new people. But don't you even dare feel sorry for me only because I can see properly! I don't want people to feel sorry for me. I'm just fine the way I am.
Abilities/Powers:
- I can make anything I touch turn in to dust, but that's something a rarely do. Mostly when I'm pissed off.
- In contrary to making things turn in to dust and ashes, I can also make small objects into gold. But sadly they fade into stone as time pass.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 3:01 am
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Sitting areaBathroom
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 4:26 am
 xxxxx❝ℬʟɪиɗ αʂ α вατ, вυт ʂтɪʟʟ ʂəəʂ ϲʟəαяəя тʜαи ʏѳυ❞▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ After getting back to his room, Sylvester had fallen asleep. All the time, he had been thinking of Alcide and why he pushed him away. But then he thought of how close they had been. The touch of his hands, Alcide's skin under his fingers. For some reason, it made him happy. It made him feel good. But he wanted more, much more, from that man. And then his thoughts had gone dirty and perverted, so while trying to think of something else, he had fallen asleep for a few hours.
Sylvester sat up in his bed. His hair was a mess and stood out in every direction and the ribbon had fallen off and probably lay somewhere among his sheets.
He ran a hand through his raven black hair and scratched his neck. Sighed. Perhaps he should go back to Alcide and... Nah, maybe not. What would he say? It would probably be best if he just left him alone and let him come to Sylvester.
Sylvester got up from the bed. He was going to take that bath he thought of earlier. That could probably clear his thoughts a bit. He unbuttoned his white shirt and dropped in to the floor as he was heading for the bathroom. The air felt cold against his skin. After starting to pour the water in to the tub, he went to find a towel and dimmed the lights in to room. He put the soft, white towel beside the the bathtub and got out of the rest of his clothes before turning the water off and then stepped in to the hot water. Sylvester sat down and just sat there for a few minutes before he leaned back with a deep breath and shut his eyes. "I wonder if he hates me now..." he said to himself and sighed. "And he has my book..."▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❝ωʜαт ɗѳ ʏѳυ ʂəə?❞
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 9:20 am
xxxxx❝ℬʟɪиɗ αʂ α вατ, вυт ʂтɪʟʟ ʂəəʂ ϲʟəαяəя тʜαи ʏѳυ❞▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ Sylvester sighed again and ran his fingers through his hair, soaking it a bit. He thought about going to get his book from Alcide when he was finished with his bath. If he dared to. He didn't want Alcide to be mad at him. So it would perhaps be better if he just stayed in his room until he came up with something better to do. Like...getting back to bed.
He shut his green eyes and just sat there in the water for another twenty minutes. Before getting up from the bath, he washed his hair with a shampoo that smelled like summer. When he was all finished, he got up from the now slightly cold water and dried off all the water from his body with a soft white towel. He ruffled his black hair so that it stood in every direction possible before tying it around his skinny hips.
The air outside of the bathroom was cold and made Sylvester shiver. It was almost as if he wanted to get back in to the bathroom. He headed over to his bed to get back under the sheets but noticed that something was laying there; it was his book, a few ribbons and...a kitten?! How did these things get there? Sylvester looked around in confusion. Alcide must've been here, but when? He never heard the door open or anything. The boy scratched his head and look concerned. "How on earth did I not hear him?" he said to himself and sat down on his unmade bed. The small kitten with a red ribbon around its neck woke up and stretched out. It then looked at Sylvester that already was looking at it. He smiled and gently pet the small creature that happily meowed and nuzzled its head into the palm of Sylvester's hand. "Maybe I should get over to him anyway" he said to himself as he kept on petting the kitten. ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❝ωʜαт ɗѳ ʏѳυ ʂəə?❞
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