Post by Jessie on May 18, 2012 18:20:28 GMT -5
Name: Butch
Age: 21
Sexual Orientation: Straight
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Key/Lock Holder: Cassidy
Brief History: Butch was raised in a family where he was always overlooked. The youngest child in his family and among a large number of siblings, it was hard for Butch to get noticed. Because of this, he was a reclusive child, and never seemed to want to be part of the family, just part of the shadows that no one paid any attention to. However, this reclusive behaviour did get him noticed by his parents, but not in the way he had hoped.
His mother and father were forever nagging him to take part in the family, unaware as to his reason for doing otherwise. All Butch wanted before he shrank into his shell was approval, but he seemed to be invisible in his parents' eyes. And now he was in the spotlight, all he was getting was chiding and disapproval. And what hurt the most was that his parents couldn't even get his name right.
Butch moved out as early as he could, thinking he could finally get away from the house he detested living in, and his parents' constant nagging, comparing him to his siblings - but his parents still carried on. "Get a job, Hootch! A proper job!" they said, and: "A supermarket isn't a proper job!" Finally, Butch couldn't take it any more. They wanted him to be someone he wasn't, and he was sick of it. So he ran off, away from the contact of his parents, and joined up with Team Rocket. His father wanted him to have a good job - well now in his mind, he had one, and he wanted to prove his father's jibes of 'you'll never be successful' wrong.
During his time in Team Rocket, he was paired with Cassidy, with whom he became good friends...despite her shared 'skill' with his parents...she almost NEVER got his name right either.
Sample Post: Biff, Hootch, Butcher, Bob, Patch, Bill...what the hell! Butch had been called all these names too often. "I really gotta change my name!" he grumbled, hands in pockets. "Even my own team mate doesn't know it! I mean, come on, how many times have I told her, and told everyone else for that matter, that it's BUTCH! Not Hootch, not Butcher, not anything else! BUTCH! Why is that so hard to remember?!" He groaned in annoyance. "I gotta change my name..." he repeated with a facepalm.
Age: 21
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Image:
Key/Lock Holder: Cassidy
Brief History: Butch was raised in a family where he was always overlooked. The youngest child in his family and among a large number of siblings, it was hard for Butch to get noticed. Because of this, he was a reclusive child, and never seemed to want to be part of the family, just part of the shadows that no one paid any attention to. However, this reclusive behaviour did get him noticed by his parents, but not in the way he had hoped.
His mother and father were forever nagging him to take part in the family, unaware as to his reason for doing otherwise. All Butch wanted before he shrank into his shell was approval, but he seemed to be invisible in his parents' eyes. And now he was in the spotlight, all he was getting was chiding and disapproval. And what hurt the most was that his parents couldn't even get his name right.
Butch moved out as early as he could, thinking he could finally get away from the house he detested living in, and his parents' constant nagging, comparing him to his siblings - but his parents still carried on. "Get a job, Hootch! A proper job!" they said, and: "A supermarket isn't a proper job!" Finally, Butch couldn't take it any more. They wanted him to be someone he wasn't, and he was sick of it. So he ran off, away from the contact of his parents, and joined up with Team Rocket. His father wanted him to have a good job - well now in his mind, he had one, and he wanted to prove his father's jibes of 'you'll never be successful' wrong.
During his time in Team Rocket, he was paired with Cassidy, with whom he became good friends...despite her shared 'skill' with his parents...she almost NEVER got his name right either.
Sample Post: Biff, Hootch, Butcher, Bob, Patch, Bill...what the hell! Butch had been called all these names too often. "I really gotta change my name!" he grumbled, hands in pockets. "Even my own team mate doesn't know it! I mean, come on, how many times have I told her, and told everyone else for that matter, that it's BUTCH! Not Hootch, not Butcher, not anything else! BUTCH! Why is that so hard to remember?!" He groaned in annoyance. "I gotta change my name..." he repeated with a facepalm.