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BAILEY WYATT CARPENTER
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I'M THINKING ALL THE TIME AND I GUESS IT SHOWS [font=arial]â€â€Ââ€â€Ââ€â€Ââ€â€Ââ€â€Ââ€â€Ââ€â€Ââ€â€Ââ€â€Â
[b]FULL NAME Bailey Wyatt Carpenter; Steward or public official, man in charge; Guide, wide, wood; Occupational name for a worker in wood;
NICKNAMES Despite the simplicity of Bailey's name, he's been given many nicknames over the years by close friends and family including Bails, Basil, Bail, Bah-sil, Snails, Snailey and many others. He doesn't go by any titles or aliases, but is often called "the poor boy" by people referring to his past. He despises that last one. Though it does let him get away with a lot.
GENDER Since he fits the mold of a man so well, Bailey's never thought twice about his gender. He's masculine-aligned and uses he/him pronouns and that's never been a question.
ASSIGNED SEX Bailey was assigned the sex male at birth (AMAB)
AGE Despite his status as a 17 year old, Bailey can often pass for someone much older due to his size, mass and over-all weathered looking appearance. When you look at Bailey, you can tell he's been through a lot. People often assume he's in his early twenties. Mentally, Bailey can jump from a hyperactive and horny 14 year old boy to a existential-crisis having self conscious 30 year old in a matter of minutes. It all depends on his current state of mind.
DATE OF BIRTH April 17th
ZODIAC Bailey was born during the time of Aries, but three days away from the turn to Taurus which gives him some of the stubborn and reliable qualities of the later sign. His rising is Scorpio, he often comes across cold and mysterious. His moon is Sagittarius, as by himself he becomes upbeat, organized and curious.
PLACE OF BIRTH Seattle, Washington
BUILD The physically largest of all of Bats' characters, Bailey stands at a staggering 6 feet, 4 inches and weighs in at around 210 pounds. Most of his weight is attributed to his muscle mass, as he spends a lot of his time building and maintaining it. He's very bulky looking and has the body of someone who should play contact sports. Even if he can't ever do that again.
HAIR Bailey's hair is often credited as his most recognizable quality. Despite his half-Native heritage, he inherited his mother's orange flame of hair. It's usually cut fairly short but swoops to one side in the front.
EYES Bailey's eyes are small and narrow, probably stemming from that Native American heritage mentioned earlier. They're a deep brown color and it's insane how much you can tell about him simply by looking at his eyes. They certainly tell a story.
SKIN Bailey got his mother's pale skin, in fact he grew up the spitting image of his mother while his older brother was a miniature of their father.
BODY MODIFICATIONS None.
PERSONALITY TRAITS intelligent, impulsive, creative, reserved, paranoid, mysterious, indecisive, proud, can be egotistic, daring, spontaneous, formerly ambitious, can be possessive, stubborn, jealous, independent, newly introverted, energetic, hard working (when he wants to be), athletic, driven, protective, outspoken, loyal
MORAL ALIGNMENT Chaotic Neutal/True Neutral/Chaotic Good, depending on situation aspects
[table]NICKNAMES Despite the simplicity of Bailey's name, he's been given many nicknames over the years by close friends and family including Bails, Basil, Bail, Bah-sil, Snails, Snailey and many others. He doesn't go by any titles or aliases, but is often called "the poor boy" by people referring to his past. He despises that last one. Though it does let him get away with a lot.
GENDER Since he fits the mold of a man so well, Bailey's never thought twice about his gender. He's masculine-aligned and uses he/him pronouns and that's never been a question.
ASSIGNED SEX Bailey was assigned the sex male at birth (AMAB)
AGE Despite his status as a 17 year old, Bailey can often pass for someone much older due to his size, mass and over-all weathered looking appearance. When you look at Bailey, you can tell he's been through a lot. People often assume he's in his early twenties. Mentally, Bailey can jump from a hyperactive and horny 14 year old boy to a existential-crisis having self conscious 30 year old in a matter of minutes. It all depends on his current state of mind.
DATE OF BIRTH April 17th
ZODIAC Bailey was born during the time of Aries, but three days away from the turn to Taurus which gives him some of the stubborn and reliable qualities of the later sign. His rising is Scorpio, he often comes across cold and mysterious. His moon is Sagittarius, as by himself he becomes upbeat, organized and curious.
PLACE OF BIRTH Seattle, Washington
BUILD The physically largest of all of Bats' characters, Bailey stands at a staggering 6 feet, 4 inches and weighs in at around 210 pounds. Most of his weight is attributed to his muscle mass, as he spends a lot of his time building and maintaining it. He's very bulky looking and has the body of someone who should play contact sports. Even if he can't ever do that again.
HAIR Bailey's hair is often credited as his most recognizable quality. Despite his half-Native heritage, he inherited his mother's orange flame of hair. It's usually cut fairly short but swoops to one side in the front.
EYES Bailey's eyes are small and narrow, probably stemming from that Native American heritage mentioned earlier. They're a deep brown color and it's insane how much you can tell about him simply by looking at his eyes. They certainly tell a story.
SKIN Bailey got his mother's pale skin, in fact he grew up the spitting image of his mother while his older brother was a miniature of their father.
BODY MODIFICATIONS None.
PERSONALITY TRAITS intelligent, impulsive, creative, reserved, paranoid, mysterious, indecisive, proud, can be egotistic, daring, spontaneous, formerly ambitious, can be possessive, stubborn, jealous, independent, newly introverted, energetic, hard working (when he wants to be), athletic, driven, protective, outspoken, loyal
MORAL ALIGNMENT Chaotic Neutal/True Neutral/Chaotic Good, depending on situation aspects
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE TEENAGE DREAM? [font=arial]â€â€Ââ€â€Ââ€â€Â
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SEXUAL ORIENTATION Bisexual; Bailey has experienced sexual attraction towards boysâ€â€Âas well as girlsâ€â€Âsince he was around thirteen. At first, he assumed it was something everyone goes through but after many conversations with friends of his at the time, he realized his own thoughts were a lot more than just exploratory.
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION Demiromantic/Biromantic. Because of the trauma Bailey experienced, it's been extremely difficult for him to develop love for anything, let alone people.
BIOLOGICAL MATERNAL Iris Carpenter is Bailey's biological mother. Her entire side of the family is extremely Irish-Catholic. When they discovered she was leaving the church and in a romantic relationship with a Native American man, they were completely outraged. She thought little to nothing of their opinion. Iris is the 4th child of a family of 12 and they make her visit at least once a year, which Bailey does not enjoy. Lets just say, they're not a fan of the fact he enjoys the company of boys just as much as he enjoys the company of girls. They call it a phase, he often punches at least one of them in the face. They talk about Jake too much.
BIOLOGICAL PATERNAL Daniel Carpenter is Bailey's biological father. Despite his extremely white-sounding name, he is the son of two members of the Makah tribe and was raised a few miles outside the reservation. He has an older sister and a younger brother who he's fairly close with and loved sharing his culture with his sons. After the death of Jake, who was the obvious favorite of the two, Dan fell into a terrible depression. He took months off of his job as a lawyer, stopped cookingâ€â€Âwhich is a favorite pass time of hisâ€â€Âand pretty much stopped being a father all together. Bailey expects the separation of his parents to occur in no more than two years.
CARE TAKERS Bailey was cared for by his biological parents in childhood.
SIBLINGS&OTHER CLOSE FAMILY MEMBERS The only sibling Bailey had was his older brother, Jacob. Jake died when Bailey was 15 under circumstances explained later.
COLORS Light green, orange, grey, light blue, army green, cream, black, silver
AESTHETICS Public transportation, fire, trying your hardest in situations thrust upon you, pessimism, under the school's bleachers, marijuana, books (specifically horror), sleeping in and missing school, denim, car grease, rebellion, lockers with writing on the inside, dirt/nature, sunsets, empty parks, mountains, doing what you have to do, a candle burning out, cushioned windowsills, your parents being out of town for the weekend, overcompensation, throwing parties to forget about things, avoidance, sleeping around, leaving things untouched to remind you of what was once there, broken mirrors, self pitty
ELEMENT Fire
ANIMAL The Black-Footed Cat
[table]ROMANTIC ORIENTATION Demiromantic/Biromantic. Because of the trauma Bailey experienced, it's been extremely difficult for him to develop love for anything, let alone people.
BIOLOGICAL MATERNAL Iris Carpenter is Bailey's biological mother. Her entire side of the family is extremely Irish-Catholic. When they discovered she was leaving the church and in a romantic relationship with a Native American man, they were completely outraged. She thought little to nothing of their opinion. Iris is the 4th child of a family of 12 and they make her visit at least once a year, which Bailey does not enjoy. Lets just say, they're not a fan of the fact he enjoys the company of boys just as much as he enjoys the company of girls. They call it a phase, he often punches at least one of them in the face. They talk about Jake too much.
BIOLOGICAL PATERNAL Daniel Carpenter is Bailey's biological father. Despite his extremely white-sounding name, he is the son of two members of the Makah tribe and was raised a few miles outside the reservation. He has an older sister and a younger brother who he's fairly close with and loved sharing his culture with his sons. After the death of Jake, who was the obvious favorite of the two, Dan fell into a terrible depression. He took months off of his job as a lawyer, stopped cookingâ€â€Âwhich is a favorite pass time of hisâ€â€Âand pretty much stopped being a father all together. Bailey expects the separation of his parents to occur in no more than two years.
CARE TAKERS Bailey was cared for by his biological parents in childhood.
SIBLINGS&OTHER CLOSE FAMILY MEMBERS The only sibling Bailey had was his older brother, Jacob. Jake died when Bailey was 15 under circumstances explained later.
COLORS Light green, orange, grey, light blue, army green, cream, black, silver
AESTHETICS Public transportation, fire, trying your hardest in situations thrust upon you, pessimism, under the school's bleachers, marijuana, books (specifically horror), sleeping in and missing school, denim, car grease, rebellion, lockers with writing on the inside, dirt/nature, sunsets, empty parks, mountains, doing what you have to do, a candle burning out, cushioned windowsills, your parents being out of town for the weekend, overcompensation, throwing parties to forget about things, avoidance, sleeping around, leaving things untouched to remind you of what was once there, broken mirrors, self pitty
ELEMENT Fire
ANIMAL The Black-Footed Cat
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EVERYTHING THEY SAY DOESN'T MAKE NO SENSE [s][font=arial]â€â€Ââ€â€Ââ€â€Â
People let Bailey get away with far too much. People take pity on Bailey, call him troubled, tell him they're here to help him. Bailey usually doesn't believe them.
When Bailey was 15 his mother told Jake to give him a ride home from lacrosse practice because this time of year it got dark so early and she didn't want him walking home alone. It was around 8:30 and Jake was playing music through the speakers in his car, Bailey was nodding his head in time to the guitar player's strums and Jake was softly humming. They came to a red light and stopped briefly until it turned green. Unknowingly driving into danger. Unknowingly driving into something that would change their lives forever. Hurtling down the street was the drunken driver of a green pick-up truck. Without warning, the driver slammed into the side of Jake's car. He was killed on impact.
Bailey spent two days in a coma, his parents sobbing their eyes out by his side. The driver walked away with nothing more than a broken arm. Bailey developed a brain disorder in the crash that causes blood clots to form whenever he over stimulates himself or jostles his brain too much. These clots cause seizures, he'll start bleeding from the nose and mouth and throw up whatever is in his stomach before blacking out and violently convulsing. He regularly spends days in the hospital now-a-days.
In his early teen years, Bailey loved a mere three things: The first was Jake.
To Bailey, Jake was an angel on Earth. His ideal standards for masculine beauty were everything Jake had, a mop of messy dark hair, golden caramel skin without the need of the sun's kiss, a smile bright enough to power an entire neighborhood. Jake used to read to Bailey. They were all horrible stories about serial killers and things of the sort, but there was nothing the young boy would rather be doing than listening to his older brother's calm and clear voice tell tales of blood and gore. Jake was ripped away from him the moment a careless accident was made and Dominic Johnson decided it was okay to get behind the wheel.
The second was cars. Some of Bailey's earliest memories are of his father taking him and Jake to car shows in Tacoma, watching the different models displayed and learning everything he could about their engines and the way they function. When he was around 9 or 10, his dad started to let him help Jake fix up his old Mercedes in the garage, getting completely filthy and listing to Jake's music and roll out from under the car. As of now, Bailey can't do that anymore. The last time he started trying to work on the Mercedes, he had a panic attack so bad it caused a seizure and he spent two and a half days in the hospital. He can't handle cars anymore.
The third was sports. Specifically lacrosse. He started playing with a junior team when he was 11, and he fucking loved it. There was no better feeling than leaping a foot in the air and hurling a ball from the end of his stick past a goalie and scoring for the team. The victory that was settled upon his shoulders after tackling an enemy to the ground. Rough housing with his teammates in the dirt and getting grass stains on his uniform. After his accident, his doctor gruffly forbade him from ever playing again. His anger release was gone, his sense of family was gone, the place he got all his pride from was gone.
So Bailey doesn't seem to love much anymore.
He spends his time mostly skipping classes that he's too frustrated to participate in. When you get brain damage, you have to re-learn your entire life. It took Bailey months just to remember how to hold a pen, how to scribble his name onto a piece of paper. He couldn't return to school for the rest of freshman year and lost a lot of time. He despises spending his time in a classroom full of sophomores when he knows he's worth so much more. Instead, that worth is spent under the bleachers next to the football field, smoking weed and feeling sorry for himself. He doesn't care who catches him because he knows no one actually cares about what he does. "The poor boy. He's just lashing out to cope with what happened to him."
Bailey hates their pity. But that doesn't mean he doesn't take advantage of him.
After the kids at school heard about what happened to him, a different body traveled in and out of his room every night, "Poor baby." they'd mutter as they shed their clothes and slithered into his sheets.
Between sleep educing joints, shameful blowjobs, and trying to force himself to read books Jake left on the shelf, Bailey forgot how to love. Now he just kind of...floats.
When Bailey was 15 his mother told Jake to give him a ride home from lacrosse practice because this time of year it got dark so early and she didn't want him walking home alone. It was around 8:30 and Jake was playing music through the speakers in his car, Bailey was nodding his head in time to the guitar player's strums and Jake was softly humming. They came to a red light and stopped briefly until it turned green. Unknowingly driving into danger. Unknowingly driving into something that would change their lives forever. Hurtling down the street was the drunken driver of a green pick-up truck. Without warning, the driver slammed into the side of Jake's car. He was killed on impact.
Bailey spent two days in a coma, his parents sobbing their eyes out by his side. The driver walked away with nothing more than a broken arm. Bailey developed a brain disorder in the crash that causes blood clots to form whenever he over stimulates himself or jostles his brain too much. These clots cause seizures, he'll start bleeding from the nose and mouth and throw up whatever is in his stomach before blacking out and violently convulsing. He regularly spends days in the hospital now-a-days.
In his early teen years, Bailey loved a mere three things: The first was Jake.
To Bailey, Jake was an angel on Earth. His ideal standards for masculine beauty were everything Jake had, a mop of messy dark hair, golden caramel skin without the need of the sun's kiss, a smile bright enough to power an entire neighborhood. Jake used to read to Bailey. They were all horrible stories about serial killers and things of the sort, but there was nothing the young boy would rather be doing than listening to his older brother's calm and clear voice tell tales of blood and gore. Jake was ripped away from him the moment a careless accident was made and Dominic Johnson decided it was okay to get behind the wheel.
The second was cars. Some of Bailey's earliest memories are of his father taking him and Jake to car shows in Tacoma, watching the different models displayed and learning everything he could about their engines and the way they function. When he was around 9 or 10, his dad started to let him help Jake fix up his old Mercedes in the garage, getting completely filthy and listing to Jake's music and roll out from under the car. As of now, Bailey can't do that anymore. The last time he started trying to work on the Mercedes, he had a panic attack so bad it caused a seizure and he spent two and a half days in the hospital. He can't handle cars anymore.
The third was sports. Specifically lacrosse. He started playing with a junior team when he was 11, and he fucking loved it. There was no better feeling than leaping a foot in the air and hurling a ball from the end of his stick past a goalie and scoring for the team. The victory that was settled upon his shoulders after tackling an enemy to the ground. Rough housing with his teammates in the dirt and getting grass stains on his uniform. After his accident, his doctor gruffly forbade him from ever playing again. His anger release was gone, his sense of family was gone, the place he got all his pride from was gone.
So Bailey doesn't seem to love much anymore.
He spends his time mostly skipping classes that he's too frustrated to participate in. When you get brain damage, you have to re-learn your entire life. It took Bailey months just to remember how to hold a pen, how to scribble his name onto a piece of paper. He couldn't return to school for the rest of freshman year and lost a lot of time. He despises spending his time in a classroom full of sophomores when he knows he's worth so much more. Instead, that worth is spent under the bleachers next to the football field, smoking weed and feeling sorry for himself. He doesn't care who catches him because he knows no one actually cares about what he does. "The poor boy. He's just lashing out to cope with what happened to him."
Bailey hates their pity. But that doesn't mean he doesn't take advantage of him.
After the kids at school heard about what happened to him, a different body traveled in and out of his room every night, "Poor baby." they'd mutter as they shed their clothes and slithered into his sheets.
Between sleep educing joints, shameful blowjobs, and trying to force himself to read books Jake left on the shelf, Bailey forgot how to love. Now he just kind of...floats.
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