take a chance - the magic numbers
alright, so I had to make an audition for that running-away-until-woops-vampires-and-shit plot, aka I'm Ruining My Soul (which you can find here http://www.polyvore.com/im_ruining_my_soul_challenge/set?id=75162455 ) with an audition template created at my own discretion.
and, judges, I'm not calling it a bribe, but I'm just saying that I may or may not have a pet unicorn I'd be willing to let people see.
lastly, this is the way I biographize my fictional characters when I write stories.
Name: Amir Jacob Evans
Age: 18 years
Birthday: April 24th
Physical Appearance: Amir has dark hair and eyes that imply vague Filipino descent. In general he has an averagely muscular build, one of a swimmer or an athletic runner. Hes slightly taller than what is average for his age, standing at a solid 6'2''. Ever-present are his sunglasses, which he always has before his eyes or tucked into his pants pocket.
He used to put much effort into clothing with the philosophy that what you wear is an art, but as he became a runner he reverted to one basic outfit because it was all he could bring: a weathered Nirvana t-shirt and acid wash jeans, a leather jacket tucked into the messenger bag always draped across his shoulder.
A tattoo that he spent a small chunk of the only money he left home with crosses his back, a detailed, realistic-looking portrait of wings protruding from his back.
Personality/Interests & Background: Amir is introverted to say the least, but is never short of smart-assery to share when addressed. He epitomizes "introverted =/= shy. Perpetually sarcastic, often he will provide unabashed or brashly honest replies if you're the idiot who asks for his opinion. He's very judgmental but has very logical reasoning behind the decisions he makes on his thoughts of others.
Obviously, Amir is a very avoidant and private person, at times using his sarcasm as a shield against confrontation and breakthroughs. This prevents him from developing relationships with people that extend beyond surface value.
Along with being unable to talk about his feelings, he doesn't like to discuss anyone else's, either. In situations such as these, as well as in conversations in general, he can be insensitive or harsh, a result of never substantially filtering what he says. And, to make matters worse, he really hates to apologize. For anything.
As he's adverse to distributing anything close to verbal affection or even remote talk of feelings, he'd never admit it, but his snarky nature has resulted from being raised in a bleak childhood of rebelling against parents whose life credos consist of respect being a one way street that only went the way they preferred.
He's lived in the same town, the same house, and under the same restricting rule of his white-collar father for his entire life.
The strict mindset of Amir's father--the only one he lives with after his parents' messy divorce--has driven him to classically teenaged mutiny in the form of ignoring all things academic and developing a sharp tongue. According to his father, he should be the ideal son: a young man of poise and excellence and someone to be revered. Whenever he references this to his son, he can almost hear Amir rolling his eyes to the back of his head.
Life with his dad wasn't ever a picnic--in fact, Amir'd rather be eaten alive by stereotypical ants than spend one meal across a table from Amir Evans, Sr. The makeshift relationship they have is less than warm, not exactly father and son; the ties between them were at last torn the second Amir's mother left after a cheating episode on his part.
In all honesty, Amir would prefer to live with his mother in South Carolina. Charlene Evans is lenient, exuberant. Well, at least, she was before the divorce and before her breakfast began to consist of the first sips of a new box of wine and a couple of Vicodin. Now she's just kind of . . . drunk. Jaded. All the time. Still better than his dad, though.
Basically, Amir's favorite family member is that goldfish he won at a carnival when he was eleven.
As for people outside of his family, Amir isn't all too fond. Throughout both childhood and teenagerdom he hasn't had many friends, mainly because his father either disapproved to the point of forbidding their friendship or Amir became uninterested in them. He's grown used to his primarily loner lifestyle.
One friend, however, has stuck around since Amir's freshman year, the shameless and blue-haired Tom. Admittedly, Amir would miss him more often than not when he left home.
He's had very few friends, let alone any kind of romantic relationship with anyone. This doesn't mean he hasn't ever acknowledged interest in anyone, though. Although he'd never admit it, never telling anyone, even, he believes that he is bisexual.
This plays a vague role in the fact that he has not even a trace of belief in any god.
Due to such a lack of personalized attention from his parents and a lack of friends, Amir has taken to interests or hobbies that can be done alone. Books, for example, are one thing he has loved since his early childhood. Additionally, he adores archery, but hasn't been able to get his hands on a now since he started running, instead leaving his behind. He had only just begun and wasn't that great at it, as he tries to remind himself of often whenever he even absently misses his old life.
Keeping his mind constantly steered away from his old life, he maneuvers every day one step at a time. He can barely even remember the day he left, the hollow joy and slowly burning candles of his eighteenth birthday. If anything, he can recall the reverberating sadness within him that day, and the overwhelming desire to get out. His dad wasn't home, most likely at work, and Amir guesses that when he left that evening, backpack on his shoulders, that he'd just forgotten to come back. Or didn't want to. Either way, he's a runner now.
All in all, Amir enjoys life--at least, he tries to--and has formed an unclear yet comfortable future for himself. He'll go wherever the tide takes him.
And that's enough for him.
Face Claim: Vini Uehara