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Name: Thranduil Wood

Nickname: Thran

Age: 20

Birthday: June 6th

Sign: Batsignal (Gemini)

Gemstone: Doesn't have one/Doesn't believe in their relevance (Pearl)

Blood Type: B+

Fav. Food: Anything super spicy

Hated Food: Anything called spicy but actually 'white people spicy'

School: Online

Hobbies:

Can I speak to you about our lord and Savior---: He's gay. So gay. Hella gay. Actually more Aro-queer but deeply involved with local LGBTQA+ groups for both activism and celebrations. They fall under a weird place in the community and in general feel the need to just say 'gay'. But they really like educating open minded people and fighting the decent folk fight against stigma and oppression.

Social Networking: Has social media. Will use, abuse, and reblog the ******** out of the latest memes. With 5k followers on Istagram for their cute food photos and pictures of their andro selfies, likes to think they are low-key internet popular.

I am that guy who got way into crafting: Part of a knitting group made of old ladies. Grandma took him because he was a bratty 7 year old. Now he knits his own ugly xmas sweater each year.

Advice Columns- He clips advice columns from newpapers, magazines, books. He has a folder on his laptop of over 50 bookmarks of advice websites. They are organized based off of events. Dating, fashion, friends, family; He collects advice and stores them in a neat and orderly fashion. Why? You never know when you might need to know just how to deal with a fashion faux pas or a illegitimate child! (It's him, he is the illegitimate child)

Virtues:

Of good nature -- Here let me help you with that! He wants to make everybody's day bright. He'll help you if you look to be struggling, he'll smile and hug you if you look to be sad, he's the guy that picks up that empty water bottle and tosses it into the recycling bin. In general, Thranduil wants the world to be a happy, smiling place, and he's more then willing to do his part to make it so.

Knowledgeable -- Book smart. Not people smart. Not street smart. Book smart, (if also sub class, 'Internet smart') Has yet to realize books do not a real life make. Does know his math. His history. His science. His literature. And also knows the proper chemical formula for the best science fair volcano. Interactions outside of a computer wow thats um. Hard and stuff.

The best in everyone -- You didn't mean to litter! It was an accident. The wind. You would not do that on purpose. It was an accident! Obviously. (He thinks there is good in everyone. NO EXCEPTIONS UNTIL PROVEN OTHERWISE.) Once proven counter, Thranduil just isn't mad more.. disappointed.


Flaws:
OVERLY good natured -- Tries to hard, doesn't get very far, and in the end it doesn't matter because he will try his best and therefor no one can criticize him. (He fails to grasp warning signals of bad social cues, or over grosses over even positive ones. He pushes his feelings on others heavily, and never quite connects the dots on how this can and is a bad thing that strains his relationships).

NOT street smart -- Book savvy. Internet savvy. Personal? Dead weight and drowning fish in water. A lack of socialism has caused a known disconnect with Thranduil who prefers his interactions behind closed doors and often one to one. Large groups cause him to be uncomfortable as does real world confrontation. He's a wuss deep down, and just wants to be left alone.

The worst in everyone -- Once proven wrong and that a person is not as they once led Thranduil to believe, he tends to distrust them heavily, and will often become paranoid of them and avoid them to extreme, exceptional lengths unless he is in no position to do so. He is vocal with his discomforts, and as sadly a product of the new age internet mentality, will often dismiss his own shortcomings and criticisms as simply bias, personal attacks. He just came out for a good time.

Thranduil Wood- His Parents are exceptionally into Lord of the Rings, The hobbit, and The silmarillion.

He has Several Brothers and one sister.

Elder Brothers: Fëanor, Olwë
Younger brothers: Elrond, Celeborn
Sister: Idril

They all slightly resent their eccentric parents and all plan to change their names when Idril turns 18 in 4 years.

They're thinking to name themselves after punk rock musicians.

There was something refreshing about having cold drinks as the sun sent deadly radioactive rays that were burning literal cancer into one’s skin. The drinks were refreshing, not the sun causing cancer part, (he could do without getting skin cancer). No, Thran was thinking about that sweet sour beverage. The kind kids made under the guise of young entrepreneurship selling at 50 cents or even 1 buck a cup. People outside the good old U S of A thought it was like… sprite or 7up. But the fools had never tasted the true beverage. The king of summer drinks. Lemonade.
As he sat on the porch in his family backyard, the young man wondered who among his siblings he could scam perhaps to make him a pitcher of it. Normally, he’d be at his place, enjoying the AC and the fact he was not by any means limited in his drink of choice when the sun decided it was time to kill everything by heat and spite.
God, he would kill for a lemonade.

Or at least something that wasn’t entirely logged with sugar and had a slight kick to it, he could handle that as well just fine. But there was just something nice about lemonade in the summer sun, in that muggy heat when the wind was warm and not even cooling so much as touching. A childhood memory of culture, it was just a part of his life, a thing he liked for the reason of pure nostalgia. But that too, was fine. He’d not complain about his own mind.
Not outloud anyway. Last time he talked about how he’d hyper focus his brothers had all badgered him to explain and explaining anything to a sibling was entirely weird when they just didn’t get it. Much the same way neither him or his siblings understood their parent’s love affair with Lord of the Rings but there you go. People were just weird.
He happened to just be weird about beverages in the summer time while it was a ******** degrees out.

Looking to the yard, his brothers currently attempting to set up what was looking to be the most pathetic pool in the history of swimming pools above ground, Thran debated offering to help so long as they got him his drink. Actually, no. He’d leave them too it. He’d come for family dinner, that was all. He wasn’t going to be roped into another one of his brother’s ideas and how it would ‘be nice’. Last time Thran had helped his brothers do something nice, it had involved a grill, fire, and almost burning the hair off of El. Not that El would have minded given he shaved his head now but that was neither here nor there. Point. Thran didn’t want to work, not even for a drink and he doubted he could con a sibling to make it for him. Which left him with two choices.
One, make it himself.
Two, order it from a mobile app.

It cost 15.47 but god the lemonade was worth it.