mary_greenman (mary_greenman) wrote in rp_tutorials, @ 2013-08-19 04:29:00 |
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Dotted Lines Character Profile
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Name: Dotted Lines
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Type: Character Profile
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Credit: scatterbrained or mary_greenman. | ||||||
Features: sidebar, history brief and deep personality. 2 tables and lotsa dives, space for a GIF and a border-radius image. ;) |
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Appearance: Before he turned, Boyd was a large, slightly chubby boy. It didn’t take long for him to cycle through his clothes. He wore the same three pairs of baggy, over worn jeans, plain, solid colored t-shirts and the same three hoodies. He wore dark clothes and neutral colors that allowed him to blend in more easily. After the bite, he added whites, blues and reds to his wardrobe. Physically, Boyd is huge. Everything about him screams intimidation, especially after the bite. He has broad shoulders, large, dangerous teeth and dark eyes. The darkness in them sometimes overwhelms Boyd’s desire to look friendly. Full Name: Vernon Milton Boyd IV Age/B-day: 17, 7 /7/1996 Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual. Boyd is attracted to powerful women - specifically, the kind of women who could pawn him any day in a fight. He’s cool with being the backup, the guy behind the scenes. You can’t quite call him submissive - he’s too stubborn for that - but he won’t say no to a woman who wants to be in charge. Supernatural Affinity: Bitten Werewolf, Beta. That said, Boyd is very close to going Omega. Powers: Along with the usual powers of a werewolf, Boyd has strength unmatched by most other betas. This is due in part to his raw, uncontrollable anger. Once controlled, this could be a huge asset. For now, it's more of a hinderance than a plus. Scent: Boyd's scent is rarely filled with emotion other than loneliness and bitter rage that taste like burnt black coffee in your mouth. Masking these emotions is the smell of ice dust, willow wood and the Hale forest. Family Members: Alicia Boyd, Maria Boyd, Vernon Boyd 4th PB: Sinqua Walls Credit Scatterbrained & Tumblr for the gif. Figmented for the icon. Personality
Boyd's biggest downfall is the fact that he's an introvert. While he desires friends - real friendship - he never quite knew how to reach out to them. The fact that he sits alone in the lunchroom is as much his fault as it is the others. It also largely has to do with the way he was raised.
His mother taught him to fear white people, to fear what they’re thinking without saying, to fear what they might do if they feel justified. From early on, his life revolved around fear. Fear of white people, fear of himself, fear of what the world would do to him if they saw the real him. This fear only amplified the introvert in Boyd as he grew older. Rather than walk on eggshells, Boyd folded in on himself. He spent his time in the fictional world of comics where anything bad that happened to black people stayed in the pages and not in real life. Where some of them even got to be heroes. When he wasn’t reading comics, he was reading dictionaries, encyclopedias, milk cartons, articles and reviews about his favorites. If anybody cared to ask, he could tell you entire story arches, complete with passionate commentary that illustrates how he feels about how the story was treated. That said, Wonder Woman is his hero. Challenge that - or her - and Boyd will likely fold in on himself again. In truth, Boyd’s lack of communication at home gave birth to his lack of ability at school. It’d be hard to get him to open up about anything, let alone his most cherished stories. He chooses his words carefully, only speaking when absolutely necessary. After the bite, his fear and self-hatred split into rage. After the abduction, it’s become nearly impossible for Boyd to keep it bottled inside. His communication skills are at the lowest they’ve ever been, and it’ll take a brave friend to get him talking beyond the violence.
History
For the first ten years of his life, Vernon Boyd had what you could call a normal childhood. He went to school, he had parents, a younger sister and parents who loved him. They went out to McDonalds every friday night for a family dinner. They spent the mornings talking about their plans for the day, wishing each other luck and giving advice.
During breakfast, his father would do the crossword. He would spell out each word to Vernon and his sister. It was a game to see who could sound it out the fastest. Most of the time, his sister won the spelling contest but when it came to who could actually define the words ,Vernon was the quickest. They were close, the four of them. At one time, Vernon would have called his sister his best friend. Like most siblings, they fought. Boyd was often left in charge of his sister. Most of the time, he bullied her into doing the things he liked - comic store stops, libraries. His sister liked books and ice-skating, so when they had money he usually compromised. He would stop by the comic store first, get a batch to read while she went into the rink. That was when she disappeared. He can remember how she tugged on his arm and begged him to go in with her, how he thought he was too cool for that. He can remember thinking all he wanted to do was read his comics, and why did he have to be attached to the hip? Wasn’t she old enough to go by herself? He can remember the hurt in her eyes and the way she sulked into the ring, when it was usually her favorite place to be. She disappeared that day. One moment she was there, previous anger forgotten as ten year olds tend to forget, and the next, she was gone. He remembers how she was screaming his name, how it was so loud people didn’t even turn to look. He remembers the absolute terror and the panic that hit low in his gut. He’d never been so afraid. How could he have let her go alone? How could he have been so stupid? At first, the disappearance brought them closer together. Because she was black, the work to get her back was subpar. The Sheriff at the time was not as open as Sheriff Stilinski. The lack of care didn't hinder the Boyds, though. They got their own search parties together, with support from friends and family. Even strangers showed up to help. The effort came to no avail, however. The likelihood that his sister was dead drove a wedge between Boyd and his family. Greif cut through them like a knife, the space separating them throughout Boyd's adolescence. His parents never said it, but he knew it was his fault. He knew they blamed him. His parents never told him that it was his fault, they never put that pressure on their son, but they never told him it wasn’t either. After that, Boyd withdrew from the world, folding in on himself. He escaped by accumulating knowledge. When they still had dinner together, he'd be so intent on the back of his father’s newspaper that his dinner would go cold and he wouldn't even notice. Eventually, he stopped going to dinner altogether. There seemed to be a breath of relief when they stopped eating at the dinner table. The room was lighter in a way, like it was one more moment they didn’t have to pretend. Boyd kept up this reclusive behavior at school. He was always busy with something so people would stop bothering him, so they would stop pitying him or giving him apologies like they knew what he'd done. He wanted them to stop. And they did. By the end of middle school, Boyd was an unknown and for a while he liked it that way. Loneliness ate at him and as he got older, as he watched people form their cliques and best friends, he found he wanted some of that for himself. By now, he'd hit a growth spurt. He made people nervous. He couldn't just tap someone on the shoulder and talk to them. At least, that was what he thought. As soon as he was old enough, Boyd got a job at the ice ring. The owner was happy to give him a chance. Boyd spends more time at the ice ring than anywhere else. He keeps an eye open, not for clues to his sisters disappearance but for any chance that it might happen again. He was determined to make sure what happened to Alicia didn’t happen to anyone else. He couldn’t leave the town that held his secret hostage, but he could try to make up for what he’d failed to do. When he met Derek Hale, the man offered him a family, a place to belong. It was everything Boyd thought he wanted. He took it, thinking it was his chance. In a way, it was. With the pack came Erica, with Erica came friendship. They were family, he and Erica. They bonded through Derek's abuse, not entirely sure Derek's way was wrong. Derek's training brought out a side of him that scared even Boyd. He was lethal, dangerous. He could kill someone and enjoy it. Boyd was terrified what that said about him, that maybe it wasn't just the wolf. As he watched the training get more and more lethal, he became more and more scared. When Derek started breaking arms, they decided they'd had enough. Boyd and Erica decided weren't going to be the ones who stayed behind and took it. Erica convinced him that they deserved better, told him that this was not what family was. She convinced him that he deserved better. If they stayed with Derek, who knows what they'd become? They left Derek's pack because they wanted someone who wouldn't use them as soldiers, as pawns in a game where they weren't privy to the rules. They left because Derek couldn’t protect them, and they were terrified. Unfortunately, Derek's enemies had plans of their own. When it was Chris Argent who let them go, and not their pack, Boyd and Erica’s reason for leaving was only cemented. Once freed, they never went back to Derek. The thought didn’t even cross their mind. The last thing Boyd remembers is the terror of abduction, the thought that he was failing Erica. Boyd isn't sure why he was dropped off at Beacon Hills, body torn and ripped to shreds. His mother had been horrified when he returned home - the first place he had thought to go. His parents were overjoyed to see him alive. It was the first time they'd really spoken in years. It was the first time they really acknowledged each other in years. Boyd had no choice but to tell his parents what he was after that because he could come up with no other explination. They're terrified of what it means, but they've embraced him with open arms. The Boyds are closer than they've ever been, but Boyd isn't sure staying with them is safe. Two months of his life are missing and he doesn't know whether his friend is alive or dead. There's blood on his hands that isn't his and he's not sure if he killed her or if she's alive somewhere, blaming him for leaving her. The rage and terror built up inside is threatening to take over and he fully blames Derek. He fully intends to hold the alpha to the consequences of his decisions. |
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