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Willem [HH]

Published: Feb 23, 2015

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_{This group looks so fucking cute, I couldn't help it.

NAME > Willem Richard Amadeus.
AGE > Twenty.
SPECIES > Rat.
BIRTHDAY > April 8th.

GENDER > Cisgendered male.
PRONOUNS > He/him!
SEXUAL ORIENTATION > Demisexual.
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION > Panromanic. (I think those are the right way around?)

PERSONALITY > - Aloof | +Trustworthy | -Paranoid | +Self-reliant | -Protective | +Encouraging/Inspiring | -Blunt | +Hardworking | -Cocky | -Intimidating

Willem is quite aloof. He's distant so he may observe those around him and keep himself safe. Easily overwhelmed, he's always guarded-- although, when/if he is overwhelmed, he usually handles it by telling those around him to leave him alone quite abruptly, and if they resist, he can become snappish as his panic rises. This being said, he is very trustworthy. He, although not saying much, will listen to just about anyone who decides they want to talk to him. He's a very open individual and will often give out his own information in order to comfort others into giving theirs, so he may learn about them, and find solace in them. He won't share private information. He's quite paranoid, and has a sneaky worry that he is constantly in danger- henceforth he never truly lets loose and always seems to be shifty eyed. The rodent rarely sleeps for long periods of time; more often than not, he'll sleep in twenty to thirty minute snatches to re-charge so that he's always alert. His past has shown him how to be self-reliant. He doesn't ever like to place trust in other people and has incredible inner strength and capability. Though he doesn't feel he can do anything under the sun, he sure as hell will try, he is well-versed in what he can and cannot do and will push himself hard to achieve his goals. Will is protective once he finally imprints on someone enough to care about them. This can be good and bad-- whereas he won't let anyone mess with his friend, he also may be seen lurking to make sure they are safe. He may also put himself between them and a 'danger' if he thinks that he sees red flags, which is often. Due to having worked for almost everything he has in this lifetime, Will is extremely encouraging. He believes that if you put your mind to it, you can do almost anything, and that it's all a matter of one's personal willpower and determination. He's often blunt and doesn't feel a need to cushion his words for others. Depending on the situation, of course, if he feels it's best to go the gentle approach, he'll try-- but it's not his go-to. He can also be quite cocky and smirks a lot, whoops. Willem, due to his aloofness and standoffish, paranoid personality-- he can often seem intimidating and opening his mouth doesn't always help improve that.

LIKES + DISLIKES > -Swimming/Water -Ignorance -Laziness -Copious Complaining | +Climbing +Heights +Construction +Willingness +Wind
HOBBIES > Building and climbing. Will is very fond of high places and windy days, so in his home town of LoomLake, he was a construction worker. He's quite good at what he does and is rarely afraid of heights; he's like a little monkey-- but.. Not, because he's a rodent. (Smooth.)

RELATIONS >

Family/Past.

= Alive.
= Deceased.
= Unknown.

Genevieve. <Mother>
Marco. <Brother>
Julia. <Sister>
Roosevelt. <Brother>
Vivianne. <Sister>
Mozart. <Brother>
Harrison. <Brother>
Roland. <Brother>
Devlin. <Brother>
Unknown. <Father>

Current.

Acquaintance.
Friend.
Bestfriend.
Family.
Distrust.
Respect.
Dislike.
Enemy.
Hatred.
Crush.
Puppy love.
Head-over-heels.
True Love.
Confusion.

-will update as he meets people!-

HOMETOWN > LoomLake.
BACKGROUND > TW: Rudness, abuse, abandonment, basically some bad shit.

Willem was born to a family of ten. Eight siblings, and his mother. The location of his father was a mystery from the start; but his mother? Ohh, his mother was military. They put on a dollhouse appearance; smiles all around while the outside world was watching, but inside? There was strict order, and an even more strict food chain. Will quickly became his mother's favorite due to his appearance and stunning white coat. She claimed he appeared akin to his father, and that she thought him handsome. Though this praise and coddling didn't go to his head too much, he was sure to maintain rank among his jealous siblings. Fights often broke out, and per usual, his mother would take his side. It was as time went on, and his interests became more obvious, that things changed.

When he was found making out with a boy in the gazebo on the manor property his family owned, his mother lost it. Lost all of it. He was only twelve-- but he quickly lost his rank. She beat him senseless, and whipped him for his indiscretion. He recalled her saying it was a sin under God... So he held his tongue. His siblings, however, were jealous. They'd spent their lives trying to pry themselves from his shadow, so now that he was at their mercy...? The abuse ran rampant. Only his sister Julia didn't partake-- but she didn't necessarily help either. He understood. It was a risky venture, and he didn't expect her to put her neck out for him. So as time went on, and his mother encouraged his mistreatment, he began to give in to more... Feral instincts. It was one night that his brother claimed he found Willem trying to have sex with another boy that it all went down. His mother reeled on him, aiming for deep lacerations and true physical injuries. That.. was when he snapped. Will felt his life in danger, so he did what he had to in order to survive. This, in such an escalated situation, resulted in his mother's blood on his hands. His siblings retaliated fiercely; stockholm syndrome was no laughing matter. Willem had to run for his life through their private property whilst being pursued, only to make it to town hours later.

When nestled in a half-constructed house in an attempt to find a place to sleep, he was awoken by a group of construction workers whom were building there. This little rat boy; bruised, battered, with blood still matting his fur in certain places that he hadn't reached to clean. They were gruff and blunt, which Will was somewhat used to. He was used to being treated fairly damn well, up until he was twelve, that is. This was quite a shock to his system, but he knew he needed the money to live, so he offered to work for them and they made a deal. The young rodent worked his ass off for years, and managed to afford a small, shitty apartment in downtown LoomLake. He bonded quite tightly with the construction workers, they became his second family very quickly. Honestly, they taught him how to work for what he wanted in life; they helped when necessary, but they did not DARE to coddle him like his mother had. Nah, man, Willem learned the ugly truth-- they made sure he never fell too far, but didn't keep him standing.

Will avoided his family in town. There were instances where he would see them, often surrounded by his new friends, and he would square up his shoulders. Hold his chin up high and be proud as hell, because he made it without them, against all doubt. He did a horrendous thing and to this day he still has mixed feelings about it... But he wouldn't take it back. When he was taken from his apartment, you sure as hell bet he put up a fight. He fought hard enough that they allowed him to quickly pack a bag with some belongings-- but that was about it. He doesn't appreciate being torn from the life he worked so hard for.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE > Down the beast went-- the Goliath. Emir only got the sense of satisfaction for mere precious moments, however, moments which were spent heaving breaths and trying to regain his steadiness. He tried, yes, to avoid the the bite-- but the capo had seized him so fast that he was pulled into a barrel-roll of pain. "FUCK!" He howled; something unnerving in his tone, the way his voice cracked-- something that sounded raw with pain. He scrabbled, kicked, his teeth sought purchase on what, unbeknownst to him, was Mavro's favorite place to bite-- the loose skin between the ears. As damage was done to his soft underbelly, the pain blinding, he gripped. Trying so damn hard to find something to unleash the agony on. He tore, tore until blood slicked his muzzle, aiming to pull apart the flesh and reveal the muscle beneath if he could. "aaaAAAH!" He screamed it; letting go for a brief moment before ferally seeking a new spot. Get it off, get it off! He had to stop that pain, that searing. But he would not cry for mercy. That much, that trembling grasp of stubborness, was still intact in his instinct-driven mind. He would not. He was only slightly aware of his packmates' attempts to aid him, as he was struggling so fiercely himself, but from what he saw... What he felt, too, aside from the agony-- they were piling onto the dog, trying, fighting for him.}