THE LONELINESS IS HAUNTING ME // OPEN

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[spoiler=SHES GONNA STRAY SO FAR AWAY FROM HER FATHERS DAUGHTER | 9/20]"speech
NAME & NICKNAMES: Thomas  |  10k, ten thousand (prefers nicknames)
— PREVIOUS NAMES & NICKNAMES: tommy
AGE, PLACE & DATE OF BIRTH: 19 Years Old, born on an unknown date at an unknown location.
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cisgender, he/him

CURRENT RANK & MEMBERSHIP: member of Northstar district.
— PREVIOUS RANKS & MEMBERSHIPS: no previous memberships, loner

SEXUALITY & RELATIONSHIP STATUS: biromantic bisexual; single
— PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: cassandra, ended by death.
— [i]SIBLINGS & HALF-SIBLINGS: no
siblings
BEST FRIENDS & CLOSE FRIENDS: no friends atm

LENGTH & WEIGHT: 6' & 154 lbs. | 10k is, for his age, an average height and weight. he's fairly tall, and is at a fairly healthy weight, but looks skinny. thanks to how skinny he looks, people often misjudge him, and believe he's weak. he can certainly pack a patch, and being one of the best sharp shooters, he could very easily beat someone is a fight- if he wanted to.
— BODY TYPE: tall and skinny

EYE COLOR & SHAPE: 10k's eyes are fairly wide and crazed, because he had definitely seen some crazy shit. his eyes are a very pale green, and his pupils are often quite contracted(?). he often has dark circles under his eyes, which are always enhanced by dark eyeshadow under them.

APPEARANCE: 10k really doesn't care about his looks. he's often very messy and tired looking. his hair is black and a constantly a mess, and he's almost always got dirt on him in some way. his skin is fairly pale but still slightly tanned from his days in the sun.
— PROMINENT FEATURES: slightly square jaw, high cheek bones, shallow cheeks.

EQUIPMENT:
— weapons: 50 caliber M82 Barret, bottle cap sling shot, ninja stars, a plethora of various blade, a mass of heavy chains, a few grenades, a single tranquilliser dart
— apparel: a grey camp shirt, makeshift body armour made of random metal scraps and other things, black cargo pants, bandana around forehead, ski goggles, scarf/bandana around neck, black vest sometimes, military sized backpack in black
— backpack: a box of twinkies, a few packs of ramen, different types of antibiotics, bullets of all sorts, a hidden hunting knife, picture of him and his dad, many bottles of water, bottle of rubbing alcohol, bandages, general medical supplies

PERSONALITY: quiet, observant, excitable, short tempered, distrusting, sort of nervous, an amazing shot, average hunter.

OTHER:
— face claim: nat zang as tommy "10k"
— voice claim: xx/xx

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"I wish we lived somewhere else." His sister would say that sometimes, when it was just the two of them, Praxis sitting next to her while she either drew in her sketchbook or while they were pulling weeds from the fields. Looking back now, she was lonely, wasn't she? While it was true they were all together, they were family, and without much contact with other people, they didn't have...friends. None their age, except for each other, and it was probably not the best social life to have a brother as your closest pal. He hadn't understood that then, though, because he hadn't had much experience to go off of, and now, he only knew since they were gone and there was no one to talk to. He wasn't trying to fix that, though, not when he was snapping at everyone regardless of who they were, and he wondered if the people who killed his family were lonely like this. If all those people he'd seen thieving were close to others, and if maybe he was doing this wrong. No one was meant to be alone, were they? Praxis didn't think he was supposed to be. He wasn't suited to the long-silences, even with as introverted as he had been before his life as he'd known it ended. There was always someone around, back then, whether he was working with his mother at cleaning their harvest or curled up in the barn petting the cat and her kittens. He didn't know how long he could keep lying to himself, saying that he was comfortable like this when the truth had his skin squirming and his muscles twitchy.

Praxis had already ruined his chances with the people here, hadn't he? Well, he was always better with the animals anyway, which was why he'd spent so much time earning the trust of the few birds here, spending each day he'd been here proving he wasn't going to harm them. Mostly he just...talked to them, when no one else was around. Birds were smarter than some knew, and when they'd warmed up to him enough to stay when he was nearby, they tilted their heads slightly when he spoke, and watched him from their perches. He was doing that now, knees tucked up to his chest, chin resting on them, arms folded around his legs. "Cailey would have liked you guys. She'd...probably sing for you, but I can't really do that." He'd done it before, and he hated how soft he sounded. "She'd draw you, too. She was really good at that. Everything always looked real, like the chickens were going to peck off the page or the kittens would smack the penciled yarn into your face." Praxis shut his eyes, pressing his lips together to try and stop the trembling there. "She should be here." Not me.

[spoiler=I RAN SO FAR AWAY (INFO; 9/14)][size=8pt]GENERAL
-Praxis Terzi | Cisgender male, male pronouns | 18 years old | Born June 13
-Unknown sexuality | Single; not looking to grow close with anyone like that
-Resident of NorthStar District (for now; may choose to wander off later)

PHYSICALITY
-Shaggy, curly black hair; perpetually messy | Sharp, vivid green eyes; almond-rectangular shape
-Willowy and slender | Weighs in around 105 pounds, so he's a bit underweight, but not greatly
-Stands at 5'6 | Gains a few inches from the heels of his combat boots (5'8 while worn)
-Unblemished for the most part, but has faint scars all along the knuckles of both hands
-Tends to wear baggier clothing in layers, to seem both more muscular and larger than he is
-Owns a Smith & Wesson Model 642 kept in his pocket | Also owns a small combat knife

PERSONALITY
-Convinced he needs to be the "bad guy" to survive, so many traits are faked/forced
-Sharp-tongued and typically hostile | Keeps to himself and rarely socializes willingly
-More timid than he reveals | Self-serving, though with his own strain of sympathy
-Honestly just a mess with a shit-ton of guilt and confusion (with morality, especially)