09-20-2017, 06:02 AM
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"...Son of a bitch."
Alfie's voice was but a quiet murmur, practically lost in the wind. It was nearing nighttime; the evening sky was a deep crimson. There was a chill in the air, one that had begun to seep through the boy's old gray sweatshirt. He had his hands buried in his pockets and his chin tipped back, wonder-filled brown gaze settling upon the tall fence that rose from the ground before him. What was it? Some sort of wall? Was it from the time before the blackout?
Electricity was a concept just as fantastical to Alfie as unicorns and dragons and spaceships. He'd been born a handful of years after the blackout took place, and was much too young to remember the fleeting bits of technology that had been present during his early childhood. His mother, she had died when he was only four - a sickness had taken her. It would later come to Alfie's attention that, had electricity still existed at the time, she could've been saved.
His stomach growled, and he found himself eyeing the fence with less awe and more temptation. Obviously, whoever had built it was trying to keep outside forces from getting in. That meant that there had to be something worthwhile on the other side. A lifetime's supply of tomato soup, maybe - the thought was nearly enough to get him to drool. Whether there was soup on the other side or not, he'd made up his mind. He wanted in.
The young thief would latch his fingers into a chink in the fence, gritting his teeth. If he wasn't able to pull himself up and over, then he would find another way in.
[spoiler=CAN'T SLOW DOWN / updated 09/19/17]
ALVIS LOUISE DALTON | "Alfie"
‣ 16 yrs. old | 03/19 | Ages realistically
‣ Cis male | he/him/his
‣ Single | No crushes
‣ Currently in Northstar District
RELATIONSHIPS
‣ Comes off as charming & clever
‣ ½ of nothing
‣ Friends: n/a
‣ Enemies: n/a
‣ Familial: Effie Dalton (mother, deceased), Orion Dalton (father, mia)
APPEARANCE
‣ 5'4" | 133 lbs.
‣ Small & lean | Skinny form
‣ Wild black hair | Impossible to tame
‣ Deep brown eyes
‣ Roundish face | Soft features
‣ Wears scrappy sweatshirt & jeans
PERSONALITY
‣ Confident | Quick-witted | Determined | Selfless
‣ Adventurous | Clever | Optimistic | Generous
‣ Trustworthy | Mischievious | Bad with authority
‣ Spiteful | Impulsive | Morally ambiguous | Emotional
‣ Compulsive liar | Compulsive thief
‣ Gryffindor | ENTP | Chaotic good
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Alfie's voice was but a quiet murmur, practically lost in the wind. It was nearing nighttime; the evening sky was a deep crimson. There was a chill in the air, one that had begun to seep through the boy's old gray sweatshirt. He had his hands buried in his pockets and his chin tipped back, wonder-filled brown gaze settling upon the tall fence that rose from the ground before him. What was it? Some sort of wall? Was it from the time before the blackout?
Electricity was a concept just as fantastical to Alfie as unicorns and dragons and spaceships. He'd been born a handful of years after the blackout took place, and was much too young to remember the fleeting bits of technology that had been present during his early childhood. His mother, she had died when he was only four - a sickness had taken her. It would later come to Alfie's attention that, had electricity still existed at the time, she could've been saved.
His stomach growled, and he found himself eyeing the fence with less awe and more temptation. Obviously, whoever had built it was trying to keep outside forces from getting in. That meant that there had to be something worthwhile on the other side. A lifetime's supply of tomato soup, maybe - the thought was nearly enough to get him to drool. Whether there was soup on the other side or not, he'd made up his mind. He wanted in.
The young thief would latch his fingers into a chink in the fence, gritting his teeth. If he wasn't able to pull himself up and over, then he would find another way in.
[spoiler=CAN'T SLOW DOWN / updated 09/19/17]
ALVIS LOUISE DALTON | "Alfie"
‣ 16 yrs. old | 03/19 | Ages realistically
‣ Cis male | he/him/his
‣ Single | No crushes
‣ Currently in Northstar District
RELATIONSHIPS
‣ Comes off as charming & clever
‣ ½ of nothing
‣ Friends: n/a
‣ Enemies: n/a
‣ Familial: Effie Dalton (mother, deceased), Orion Dalton (father, mia)
APPEARANCE
‣ 5'4" | 133 lbs.
‣ Small & lean | Skinny form
‣ Wild black hair | Impossible to tame
‣ Deep brown eyes
‣ Roundish face | Soft features
‣ Wears scrappy sweatshirt & jeans
PERSONALITY
‣ Confident | Quick-witted | Determined | Selfless
‣ Adventurous | Clever | Optimistic | Generous
‣ Trustworthy | Mischievious | Bad with authority
‣ Spiteful | Impulsive | Morally ambiguous | Emotional
‣ Compulsive liar | Compulsive thief
‣ Gryffindor | ENTP | Chaotic good
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