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Bryce Holland
Legacy Name: Bryce Holland

The Golden Celinox
Owner: Bauble

Age: 8 years, 2 months, 2 weeks

Born: February 14th, 2016

Adopted: 8 years, 2 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: February 14th, 2016

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 29
   
• Books Read: 29
• Food Eaten: 3
• Job: Kennel Cleaner

Idiosyncrasy
Lip-licker (his own), has repetitive routines, doting cat owner,
listens to ASMR Audios almost nightly, uses public transportation,
right handed, rubs face with both hands, can't drink without guilt

Relishes
Loves his cats, enjoys Netflix, close friends,
Comedies, romantic comedies, ideas of travel,
Being home, Routines,

Aversion
Guns, Threats or injury to his cats, Store theft detectors,
Abrupt change, Night Terrors, Theatrical vampires, feeling anxious

The Visual Impression
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 160
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Ocular: Gun Metal Blue
Epidermis: Peachy
Vocation: Clerk/Care taker, at an animal shelter

Statistics
Prior Residence: Western North Carolina
Current Residence: A city
Parent Status: Alive and married
Sibling Relations: Single Child
Education: High School Graduate
Institutions: Therapy, 1 year

Dynamism
Self-thinking, humble, aversion to conflict
Comedic, Independent, Romantic
Prone to avoidance and shutting others out
Benevolent, protective, can lose his temper

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Mr. and Mrs. Holland were in many ways religiously extreme; they lived and breathed their beliefs. They did their best to raise their son, Bryce, with the same deep love and fear of God. If they could have afforded it; Bryce would have gone to a nice private school, but had to settle with public schools. They chose the friends he had, wanting their boy to have the best future possible; for them, no future was a future without god. As Bryce got older his choice of friends shifted, some childhood comrades stayed and others went. One of the more constant friends was Christopher, a handsome African-American boy. Mr. and Mrs. Holland had been fine with this, as long as Christopher attended their church of course. Had he not, they would have refused to allow Bryce and Christopher to be playmates in the beginning. Sports had been a brief interest, though he had once been good at the one-hundred meter dash. Talented enough to win some, but not fast enough to make it to state competitions. Bryce only participated a year in Track, deciding it was best not to continue. It isn't long before Bryce started drinking socially. Parties being one of the things his parents forbade him to attend. Bryce was careful in what he told his parents when he wanted to go out; making sure to meet the requirements of their strict rules. Study groups; sometimes for school and other times for the bible class, and after school functions that he never or rarely went to. A few excuses to redirect his parents attention. Bryce enjoyed the tantalizing escapades. Of course, the charades couldn't go on forever and eventually the lawless teens were busted. Bryce being caught by his parents one night when he never came home from drinking with his friends. After that, he wasn't let out as much as he used to and many of his friends were eventually caught by the police. The few who hadn't either continued drinking(later dying in fatal accidents) or decided it best to wait. Bryce followed the latter group and decided he would wait. The years crawled by and the amount of friends he had dwindled; only a handful remaining when he graduated.

The next three years were spent in anticipation for the day he could legally buy alcohol. There were times when he was lucky enough to have a sip here and there; his fear of getting caught again overriding any thought of having a full bottle. The weekend of his twenty-first birthday, his parents decided to spend his birthday with him. Bryce was apprehensive before they persuaded him with the promise of it being fun and meaningful. A road trip to see the biggest cross ever constructed in the United States. An interactive walking tour through different elaborate sets that "brought scenes from the bible to life" and a visitor center with a gift shop. Or so the website claimed. Not all of the displays were available to be seen due to vandalism. To Bryce, it was just a rundown park; a giant mascot of everything he couldn't stand about his parents. They only spent a day, but he felt it was day wasted on nothing. He left one crystal cross "richer" than he had been when he came. It was two weeks before Bryce and Christopher could rendezvous for a walk to the gas station several blocks away. Using birthday money that had been saved over the past few years, Bryce longed to legally buy his first alcoholic beverage. It was late in the evening, Bryce's parents by now were asleep and unaware that he had slipped away from the house. Determined to pursue the bitter nectar of adulthood. Perusing the gas station's wares two best friends took some time to really look over what was available. They had fond memories what they used to get, but wanted something better and still affordable.

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Unbeknownst to the two youths trouble lurked but moments away, two armed men came into the gas station. Both are tall, one a little on the heavy side and wearing black ski masks of thickly knitted material. Dressed in dark colors, they draw their handguns and shouted as loud as they could at the customers inside the store to get down on the floor. The two boys had been the only people present besides the clerk behind the counter. Both gawked in a moment of disbelief, until the bigger man came at them with his gun pointed at their chests. Dropping to the floor, Bryce and Christopher laid prostrate on the floor with their hands on the back of their heads. Bryce's head is tilted towards the glass display and is able to see the clerk in the reflection. The thinner partner looked away just for a moment towards the other man, confident in his ability to keep this situation under control. Looking back, the crook demanded to have all the cash in the register, and waited while the cashier fumbled with the cash drawer. Outside a patrolling police officer by chance came by around this time, the movement in the windows catching his eye. Upon seeing the distress he quickly pulled into the parking lot, already on his radio and calling for backup and reporting what he could see. Two men with guns, a woman, and possibly hostages. The officer's arrival didn't go unnoticed, and in his panic and over eagerness to have the money his finger twitched, causing the gun, that wasn't on safety, to fire. The situation escalated quickly, as the clerk collapsed her killer hopped over the register to try to get into the money he came to the gas station for. Bryce saw her die through the reflection on the window of the refrigerator door. This prompted the two officers outside to act quickly, pulling out their weapons and opened the doors of their vehicle.

Bryce finds himself being grabbed up from the floor and dragged close to the window and door, the cool steel of the barrel held against his cheek. For Bryce this whole instance is frightening, for once he wanted the police to have been here before it all started. The youth is in such a panic that he hardly realizes that his pleas to be let go had surfaced as ramblings. Christopher took a chance and got up from the floor, peering around the display, he wanted to help but didn't know what to do that won't get his friend shot. The partner of the driving officer took a daring shot, pegging the large burglar in the head with a bullet. The bullet shattered the glass window, startling the other robber who had managed to get the register open and was hastily trying to get the cash into his pockets. Using one hand to lift his gun and shoot at the officers, the two shots blasted, one went over the shocked blonde's head the bullet claimed one officer in the shoulder. The other struck the floor, Christopher had taken the opportunity to try to do something to help by getting up and grabbing the arm of the burglar. This gave the police an opportunity to shoot down the second offender. It wasn't long before backup arrived along with emergency vehicles. Bryce stood shaking, tears streaming down his face he is barely aware that it was all nearly over. There were flashing lights and the figures of people moving around were like blurs before fading away; later he awakens in a hospital with his parents at his side.

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The medical physician had sent Bryce and his family home with urgent advice to get Bryce to see a psychologist. Bryce had been considering it, but the drive home had been spent mostly listening to his parents telling him he doesn't need to a therapist. That as long he put his life in god's hands he'll be okay. The two believed the doctor was just trying to get more money from them and that he had no way to know whether or not their son needed "that" sort of help. At the same time, they were happy to know their son hadn't been harmed during the robbery. They were nice enough to not bring up the fact he shouldn't have been out of the house, it was not brought to light in their conversation. The words of his parents drifted in his head, and he didn't know what to think or what he should begin doing, he just knew that the events at the gas station had been terrifying. Blue eyes were more focused on his shaking hands than anything the two in the front had to say. All he wanted to do is retreat to his room and lay down for a while and upon arrival that is just what he had done. The difference in their son came near immediately over the course of the week. He became withdrawn, skittish, and had bouts of panic attacks and night terrors. His parents increased their trips to more church services, had the priest pray over their son and even bless him. But when he begun to have sudden outbursts of near violent nature, Mr. And Mrs. Holland begun to believe their son may have been possessed by a demon. For months they made requests to their church and others to bring a priest out to perform an exorcism but each attempt lead them to a no. They were told that they do not do exorcism any longer except for undeniable and extreme cases, that they needed to have their son looked at by a doctor or to go see a therapist. Until they finally found a priest willing to come out the appointment was scheduled and all they had to do was wait the out the week. They had Bryce seated on a chair and he is already angry; glowering at the floor, he had argued with his parents that he isn't possessed that he's sick and their answer had been "you are sick Bryce, you are sick with the devil them men put into yah!" The flicks and droplets of water being thrown at his face and against his body made the young man angrier. The longer he tried to sit it out, the more his hands started to shake and the trembling moved up his arms and into his body. Without warning Bryce jumped up and yelled at the priest that he isn't possessed that he didn't need to be exorcised. Only for his parents to yank him back down in the chair, and held down until the priest finished what he had come to accomplish. Ending it on one last flick of water, he read the last of the Latin prayer and went to pack his things. To Mr. And Mrs. Holland things already felt better; but Bryce did not feel any better not even a little bit, in fact he felt worse off now than he had before. But he forced a smile and for as long as he could, Bryce attempted to pretend to be better.

Eventually, he lapsed back into all of his symptoms and closed himself off to the world. Everything changed the day that Bryce's father tried to get his son out of bed, he was getting tired of his son lazing around and not doing anything. It quickly escalated into a loud argument that triggered a flashback and Bryce reacted violently and nearly beat his father into unconsciousness. After this incident, the Hollands were forced to admit that their son needed more help than what their church could give. It had been a big revelation for them and after Mr. Holland had recovered enough they pursued medical help. The doctor they spoke to suggested a mental facility in Washington dc that specializes with patients who suffer from PTSD, with Bryce being a danger to himself and others he felt it was safer to hand him over to the facility. It was a difficult decision, and both parents had cried but Bryce sat there; he didn't care as long it was away from his parents and could really make everything better. The next few days were spent getting ready, he only took with him some clothes and everything else was left behind. His parents had to make arrangements with their jobs, both wanted to take Bryce to the facility and have the chance to say a final farewell.

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Arrival at the institution began introductions from doctors and patients, sufferers among relievers. Reluctance filled Bryce's chest, this group circle of sharing made him uncomfortable. Names, homes, tidbits of history. Easy things to start, because they were all supposed to support each other. Her name is Miranda, infantry division with an arm MIA. Miranda is funny, except her jovial presence felt defensive. Tiernan: proud construction engineer, widower, has three rambunctious kids. They're with their grand pappy right now, yet he promotes renewing his fatherhood. Dennis, apparently is just Dennis. Eight other people introduced themselves before Bryce stood, palms sweating, shortness of breath, how he managed this has eluded him. An hour, the whole meet-and-greet took an hour however, slowly digesting their words took so much longer. Private consolations included long discussions on topics regarding Bryce's background, reflecting upon strong instances which may additionally be affecting current symptoms: Intrusions, avoidance, negative alterations, arousal and reactivity. Discussions did soon focus on initial trauma, accompanied by testing for effective medication combinations. Involving diligent research by Bryce so that he can familiarize himself with the repercussions of pharmacotherapy. Bryce familiarized himself with various therapy options that's offered: prolonged exposure, cognitive processing, including psychotherapy. Several months were dedicated to therapy first, because the information on side-effects were simply too extreme. However, it became exceedingly obvious that not all his problems were tamed by therapy or the support among friends. Primarily, Miranda, her friendly comedic nature helped Bryce feel safe. She was there often when nightmares came calling. Paroxetine and Prazosin became new companions in Bryce's daily regimen, bringing a new peace of mind but greater concerns of prolonged exposure. With his symptoms under better management, stability came in time, leading to his release from a year long stint in the institution. Towards the end, the staff members helped Bryce with acquiring a job that offered the insurance he'd need for access to doctors, including assistance in finding a place to live. Lastly, they wrote him a prescription which allowed Bryce to have a therapy pet in his new home.

Trepidation came shambling through Bryce's body as his fingers followed the memory trail of his parent's phone number. Apartments cost money, greens that he currently lacks but there is not any guarantee that they will lend it. Especially since Bryce made plans to remain in Washington. Mrs. Holland felt side-blinded by her son's request for money, especially with the expectation of her son returning home. Deliberations lasted nearly two hours before Bryce could convince his parents out of enough money. There is little ways to measure the levels of anticipation that had Bryce by his nerves. Despite knowing that his residence won't be elaborate but this still his new chapter. Immediately after the weekend, work for Bryce commenced. Cleaning the kennels and feeding the animals became his livelihood. Tizzy, a calm and patient cat, became Bryce's therapy cat in the beginning. A pillar of support in the cold nights interrupted by dizzying nightmares. Loronda is a woman from work, heavy-set and robust; but married. Her kindness felt immeasurable to Bryce, she often brought baked goods, told jovial stories, and has a compassion for animals. Admiration brought Bryce closer to her, and she seemed drawn in by the care in which he executed when caring for the animals. Loronda and Bryce became close friends quickly, she aided Bryce in all that she could. Even helping Bryce get his license, to encouraging him to date.

Night clubs and bars became Bryce's scene for finding girls, plus enjoying dancing, he avoided the alcohol. Flings and relationships were short, the girls he'd call weren't interested in him after failed attempts to get his junk up and ready for intercourse. On the nights he had been successful, he rarely heard back from them again, until one simply told Bryce that he is simply not good. Devastated by the information, Bryce simply stepped out of the social limelight. Bringing in a new addition to his cat family, Fizzy, a beautiful white cat. Most paychecks after bills went to food and special care to his cats; toys, specialized cat commodities, regular vet visits. In the whirl of life, Bryce found time for spiritual exploration. Pagan and Wiccan beliefs became a focus that brought to Bryce a belief that didn't feel suffocating. Trips to the library became more frequent as he hungered for more materials to read, even taking to using the computers for research. For extra cash, Bryce learned the art of Tarot reading and charged twenty bucks. This did not occur often. Loronda grew worried for Bryce, enough that she introduced to him one of her younger friends. Reluctantly, Bryce accepted the terms of the blind date and he couldn't have been happier for roughly six months. Despite the girl's kindness, Bryce couldn't bring himself to become intimate with her and she wanted intimacy. Seclusion followed shortly after, Bryce gave up on trying to date and bore all his attention and affection to his cats. Soon adding to his family, Silo, a rescued three-legged brown tabby. Being a full time cat dad, filled Bryce's free time when he isn't at work or performing readings. From working the kennels to pushing papers behind a desk, and a slightly higher pay. Coping with recurring symptoms of his condition, Bryce's outlook on life went from optimistic to dreary in the years between first living on his own and his twenty-sixth birthday. Two steps backwards for every step forwards.

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