PETE WASUPON

[PETE WASUPON]

PETE WASUPON

HUMAN • MALE • 15 • TEAM TWO • BISEXUAL • nullCatalyst

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we've got something, here the future is clear we exist without fear

i think we're best described as a pyrocumulus i know there's a fire deep inside of us

PHYSIQUE

★ APPEARANCE: Pete is a pretty skinny, lanky fellow. He’s just barely 5’ 7” and is of average weight, since his Grandmother insists that he eat well, even though it’s obvious he’s never going to develop any muscles, or fat for that matter. He’s slightly tan, from playing soccer (read: football) with his friends. The dark blue hue of his messy hair match his eyes, and the bangs fall in his face in such a way that both annoys him and makes him think it’s cool. Also, there’s this one, just the one, lick of hair that never seems to submit to a comb or brush of any kind. It stands proudly on the top of his head, much to Grandmother’s chagrin.


★ COMMON WEAR: When chilling at home or running an errand for his Grandmother, Pete opts for a simple, blue and white striped wide-collared shirt. It’s a long-sleeved affair, which is basically committing body temperature suicide in the hot weather of Thailand, but he can deal with it. Besides, it’s his favorite. He has to yield to wearing shorts though, beige ones, but to make up for that if he goes out he wears a sky blue hoodie, and leaves it unzipped. He’s pretty much a walking heater, except for his legs, which are left free and well-aerated. Sandals with straps are his normal footwear, and he has some red running shoes for when he plays football.


★ OTHER FEATURES: Nope.

PERSONAGE

★ POSITIVE:

★ NEGATIVE:

★ LIKES:

★ DISLIKES:

★ HABIT:

• FOOT TAPPING – Thinking equals foot tapping, which is probably better than nail or lip biting. But it’s still annoying to some people, maybe. It also stimulates the thinking process by giving it a beat.
  
• THUMB LICKING – Weird, yes, but it’s become a habit from…from somewhere he doesn’t even remember anymore. Right before strifing, he’ll lick his right thumb, always. His justification is that it will disrupt the concentration of his opponent. Right.

★ FEAR:

• GRANDMOTHER DYING – He’d have a breakdown. Seriously. Though she may be harsh, stern, and unforgiving, she’s the only family he has left. The only family that counts.
  
• HEIGHTS – These put his heart in his mouth and his stomach in his feet. Whenever he’s forced onto the roof of a building for some reason he’ll stay smack in the centre. And he would never, ever jump from any height for anything.

INVENTORY

★ STRIFE SPECIBUS: PANKIND. More specifically a wok, but it’s set so that he can use any kind of pan. His current one is the one he cooks with, a strong, steel wok that has permanent black smudges on the bottom from when the fires were too fiery. He holds it with his trained right hand, his left being pretty much floppy.


★ FETCH MODUS: Guess-the-Cardmodus. Having a maximum capacity of fifty-two items, this modus may seem like a wonderful storage system, but it’s a mean devil in its own right. Whenever you captchalog an item, the modus assigns a card to it, say, the five of diamonds. Then it’s stored away, and when you want to retrieve it, you have to recall the card that the item was assigned. It’s terrible for when you want something quick-like, and it will get horrid if you ever get to fifty-two, which Pete swore never to reach.

BACK STORY

★ GUARDIAN / ANCESTOR: Pete’s Grandmother is simply ‘Grandmother’ to him, or the more familiar form ‘Amaa’. He doesn’t really know her real name, but who does for their older relatives? She stays around the house, just shuffling around in that slow yet fierce way of hers, ordering him to do things or reprimanding him in general, or sitting doing…stuff…in her room. He’s not really sure what she’s up to in there, but whenever she summons him he just sees her knitting. All the time. As stated before, she’s stern and gruff, but Pete loves her anyways. Every now and then she sends him on errands throughout the neighbourhood, and then scolds him if he gets back early or late. It looks like she rarely shows any form of love, but he knows from the little things, like a blanket thrown over him when he’s knackered out of his wits or a caring, albeit rough, tap on the head every now and then.


★ HISTORY: When Pete was just a wee little babe, his mother dumped him on Grandmother and ran away with his father to deal with the things adults have to deal with. Or at least, that’s the brief version from Grandmother. Maybe mom was busy, or maybe she just didn’t like how baby Pete turned out. Either way, he was raised by Grandmother and has lived with her ever since. He goes to school like a normal kid, has friends (a few that he’s never met before) like a normal kid, and lives in a four-level townhouse like some normal kids. His room is fine for him, being on the third floor and with a good view of the street down below. It’s far away from all the important rooms like the kitchen or the living room, but he doesn’t mind the stairs. Navigating those steps comes naturally to him. Grandmother lives on the same floor, and the fourth is just storage for random junk.

There’s not much to say about Pete’s room. A comfortable bed sits in a corner, a computer in another, a closet, an air con, school papers, more random junk. Nothing really stands out except for the peg on the wall with his wok hanging from it. And yes, that means if he wants to cook stir fry he’d have to run up and get it or bring it down with him. He loves the thing though. Oh and there’s a dead gecko that he found, delightedly, under his table one day, and now he keeps it in a glass case on said table. It’s dried out now, but the colors still show dully (a splash of yellow, red, green and cyan), and that’s what matters.

THIS CHARACTER HAS BEEN CREATED BY MAY.
TEMPLATE CREATED BY chariza of ote

[nick]

KNIGHT OF LIFE DERSE DREAMER PETE WASUPON

I believe I can see your planet now. Yes. You are in the

LAND OF FLOOD AND VISAGE.

You'd best hope you brought your shorts, because the land of flood and visage is perpetually sweltering. Dominated by a thick forest above and slow moving rivers below, footing is rarely assured unless you happen to find wooden planks around, which are more common than you'd think. However, these wooden planks appear to be masks, each seeming more intimidating than the next. You won't find a happy mask in the bunch. Your consorts, orange ANOLES, will remind you time and time again to use them to cross, but to never take them with you, as they will need to be reset for anyone else who passes by. But honestly, what are they going to do to you? Nothing. Probably. As you cross, you may find that nighttime falls quickly. Or you're just getting into the denser wood. The farther you go into your land, the heavier the coverage gets, with your home as a clear epicenter of sorts. Don't worry, though, at a certain point the consorts deemed it foolish to continue without light, so ever burning torches are placed next to the masks. Those you can take, thankfully. You're going to need them in confronting your denizen, HEMERA, in the deepest part of the wood. She is the one who made the masks. Why? The consorts will never tell you. Find your answer. Find what they know. Use that knowledge to illuminate the world, and more than the temporary solutions you found in the torches. Just don't fall in. Who knows what that water's crawling with?

But that will all come in time, Knight. For now, you're going back. You'll know nothing of your quest, of your land, of your very title. You'll be an average fifteen year old boy. But not for much longer.

WELCOME TO THE SBURB BETA!

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