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Trece
Legacy Name: Trece
The
Glade TerracoonOwner:
MsBarcodeAge: 14 years, 7 months, 1 week
Born: September 30th, 2009
Adopted: 14 years, 7 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)
Adopted: September 30th, 2009 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 2
- Books Read: 2
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Nickname(s): None, minus possibly, Trey
Age: 18
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Birthdate: November 28th
Occupation: N/A
Current Address: He’s living in a small, three room house (house may be a little generous, let’s make that shack) just outside the outskirts of the city, sort of a woodsman’s shack in the forest. Until just recently he was living there with his older sister, but it seems she’s disappeared, so he’s taken to fending for himself, with his limited social skills.
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Hair colour: Light aqua
Hairstyle: His sister had always kept it cut short so that it was less work to keep clean and tidy, but since she’s gone it’s grown out a bit, especially his bangs/fringe, which now hangs in his eyes, something that doesn’t seem to bother him
Eyes: Light purple
Additional Facial Features: : Note, that he looks like he is almost constantly blushing, also, he has dark markings around his eyes. Also, I suppose you could call his pale green skin tone also a peculiar feature.
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Ethnicity: Doesn’t show it, but is Hispanic – in his voice and native tongue
Orientation/status: Unknown
Friends: He doesn’t have any, he’s socially awkward~
Family: His older sister, who’s been missing for a little over three months now. Because he has next to no social skills, he hasn’t gone to anyone on her whereabouts, just remains firm in believing one day she will be back.
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Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Jewelry: None~
Clothing preferences: Well...He tends to wear his sister’s castaways, or at least the ones she handed down to him, citing them as ‘manly enough’, though, really, none of his clothing is really manly at all. In any way, shape or form.
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Preferences: He loves the outdoors, and wildlife, wilderness...anything not constrained within the boundaries of a city. As such, he’s taken to dressing himself in flowers, on top of the fact that he spends a lot of his time – early in the days, and late into the nights – in the woods around his home, relaxing in trees, meadows, and the like.
Pet Peeves: Noise pollution, pollution in general, disrespectful, loud people
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Personality: Trece is all over a rather sweet boy, probably due to his lack of social interaction not leading to him being able to be any kind of pessimistic. He’s rather optimistic, but at the same time shy, and slow to make friends, as he’s very aware that the world around him seems to operate just fine without his interference – if anything, one needs to approach him if they even stand a chance of making him pipe up and introduce himself, unless he really has no other option. On top of that, he is PAINFULLY naive, to what, seemingly, is a fault (i.e// firmly believing his sister is coming back ‘any day now’), and further into that, he has a high desire to please-please-please anyone who seems to even remotely like his company.
History: Trece, as far back as he can remember, (not that he’s one to communicate his memories), has been taken care of by his sister. Even when they still lived with his parents, she was his primary caregiver. As a consequence of that, the two have been amazingly close all their lives.
When Trece was about 9 years old, one night he woke up to his sister shaking him, telling him to grab his shoes, and that they had to run, because if the people who were coming to their house found them there, they would be split up, and never see each other again.
The two of them made for the family’s camp house, something they had not used for years, and that, while still owned by them, was largely ignored, and hidden away in the forest enough that no one would think to look for them there. In theory.
Trece was told, two years later, that their parents had been ‘detained’, and that it was probably just going to be the two of them from here on in, as neither parent had come for them over those twenty four months. The two lived on the income his sister brought into the shack from her various jobs, and Trece was forbidden from following her away to work, as he was ‘too young, too pretty, and might be hurt’. Trece had argued that she was prettier (and he was a boy, so he wasn’t pretty, thank you), so why was she safe? This led to their first and only fight, in which Trece ran from home, getting his first taste of the city in nearly three years, until his sister found him and dragged him home, forbidding him from leaving the cover of the forest ever again.
Another few years, however, as his sister left for the city, for work...and never came back. Trece waited for months for her, living on the food they had stockpiled (‘just in case’, she’d always said), before curiosity got the better of him, and he started venturing into the city on a regular basis, searching for his sister, and at the same time gathering supplies for himself with the ‘couch fund’ (basically, nigh on 2k that his sister had hidden in the couch cushions), but always during the day, to be safe.
Pet Treasure
Yellow Tulip