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Name: Chivason (Chivy) Darrell
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Fandom: Original character
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Character Information II
Age/Appearance: 18, will be 19 in March. Chivy is about 5'3" and has reddish/orange hair, light green eyes, and a cheerful disposition. He wears fingerless black gloves, has a nasty habit of wearing outlandish colors, and has no concept of what colors clash and what colors don't. He's usually in jeans (thank goodness), but his shirts tend to be ridiculous and bright — which is good, because that kind of thing's pretty easy to find in a thrift store. His clothes don't fit very well, and he's usually at least a little scruffy (it happens when you're wandering about most of the time) and he's on the skinny side of things, simply because he's finding meals as he can manage and pretty physically active.
History:
Personality: Chivy is extremely loyal, and places a lot of value in how others perceive him. This gets somewhat tangled in the way he lives his life — he's had to learn to be okay with taking things without asking, and sneaking about — but he tries his best to justify it to himself by doing good deeds without recognition to somehow mask his transgressions. He's never wanted praise for bringing back the things he finds (not that he doesn't bask in it when given), just happy imagining that he's brightened someone's day by returning something they thought was gone forever.
He does his best to stay focused on the positive — often stubbornly, considering the path his life has managed to wander onto — and when he can't mask the bad with good, he just ignores it. For example, he prefers to think that he left home to find his father, rather than because he needed to stop being a drain on Lynna. He honestly wouldn't know what to do if he actually found his father, though, because it would mean acknowledging that he still can't stop wandering. Overall, though, this attitude has worked pretty well for him so far; he doesn't like dwelling on the fact that his parents left him when he was very small, that his stand-in mother figure may or may not have died while he was away, that there is no one (okay, mostly no one, Sefton counts) who knows where he is or who he is well enough to worry about him.
Guilt is a major motivator for Chivy. It's what drove him from Lynna and what keeps him moving from place to place without taking the time to settle down. He hates it when people assume that he's stolen the things he finds, but he can hardly blame them for coming to the easy conclusion, so he just blames himself. At the same time, he can't just leave the things he finds — it's worse to knowingly leave something valuable where it can be damaged than to take the blame for its initial disappearance.
He's possessive, but not to the level of obsession. He just feels responsibility for the things he finds and wants to believe that he can get them to where they should be. This carries over to his friendships, when he has them. He has a hard time walking away from a problem without trying to fix it, even if it's not necessarily something the person wants to deal with. He does know when to back down, he just has a knack for toeing the line. This isn't an entirely selfless priority — if his friends are happier, he's happier, and even moreso if it's because of something he did, so he's doing it just as much for himself as for them.
Sexual Preferences/Orientation: He's had enough going on otherwise that he hasn't had a lot of time for relationships — he's more worried about day-to-day things like when he'll be able to eat and whether he'll have somewhere to sleep that night. Truly, though, he's not terribly picky — he's attracted to both guys and gals and will take love where he can get love. (aka Curry cannot just say "bisexual" and has to ramble on aimlessly)
Powers: Put simply, Chivy finds things. More specifically, he has a knack for sensing the location of lost objects and people. This manifests itself as a mental urge to move closer to whatever nearby lost object that grows stronger the more he tries to resist it (in essence, a headache that decreases as he goes in the right direction). He doesn’t have to follow the urge as long as he actively focuses on going in a direction that isn’t the one the object is in, but if he doesn’t it amplifies itself, which isn’t a fun experience.
One would think this kind of thing would make a person popular – who hasn’t wished for a foolproof way of finding their keys once or twice in their lives? – but actually living with it is a little more problematic. At first, you might be happy to have a random person show up asking if this necklace (that one you swear you put on your nightstand) might belong to you, but after a little while you begin to wonder if he’s taking things to somehow get credit for finding them or just planning on making off with them in the first place.
He also has a pair of cold-infused gloves, which function about how they're named. They emit cold and draw energy from whoever's wearing them to do so. They also have a dampening effect on Sefton's knack, which is the only reason Chivy wears them.
Reason for playing: I need someone with a little more positivity to them. I love Markham dearly, but he's still on the pessimistic side (even if he would call it realism) and he's not so good at the friend-making. Chivy enjoys friend-making (he was persistent enough to get a Sefton friend, yeah?), and it'll be interesting to see how being forced to settle in one place will affect him.
Original Character Supplement
World History: 2043: Earth, but not quite. Technology is actually further back from present day (for the most part) — think '80s/'90s — and there's a greater emphasis on "green" technology. Automobiles are more environmentally friendly and less widespread since most people prefer to use public transportation.
There's also a bit of what we would term magic mixed in — it's possible to infuse objects with elemental properties. Refrigerators, for example, are electronically powered, but can also be infused with cold so that they use less power and work more efficiently. Blankets can be infused with heat, driers infused with wind, et cetera. This kind of technology is rare, though, and so are the objects, so they're usually treasured possessions and rather expensive.
The biggest thing about the universe is that some people are born with abnormal abilities — knacks, if you will. It can range anywhere from being more likely to flip heads than tails to knowing how to speak several languages with relative ease. The more powerful the knack, the more likely it gets noticed, but a lot of them just slide by.
Things are changing, though, and people with odd abilities are becoming more common — not that many people have noticed.
Character History: A short time after Chivy's second birthday, his mother disappeared, leaving his father to raise him alone. Galvin, Chivy's father, made a living in carpentry, and spent a lot of time traveling to other nearby towns for jobs, which meant Chivy was often taken care of by his father's friends and an elderly neighbor, Lynley, when his father had to go away. The stress of being a single father and trying to keep himself and his son fed, clothed, and sheltered was hard on Galvin. It wasn't so bad at first — work was good and his friends were glad to help — but after about three years, the company he had been working for dissolved and many of the jobs and most of the support moved to other areas and workers. Galvin started spending more and more time away from home — usually gambling or finding some reason to avoid the situation. At the same time, Chivy started spending more and more time with Lynley (or Lynna, as Chivy calls her). Eventually, his father just... never came back.
It was a gradual enough change that Chivy didn't much mind it, especially since Lynna had already been almost as close as family for most of his life, and no one seemed to care that his parents were both gone and he was living with someone of no actual relation.
Chivy has never had many friends. Most of his childhood friends were the sons of the people his father worked with, and they moved away when the business fell apart. Because Chivy rarely spent time away from his home or school when he was younger, he didn't have many chances to get himself into trouble with his odd proclivity for finding lost things. His classmates didn't mind having someone who often returned things to them, and Lynna certainly had no problem with the fact that anything lost around the house didn't stay lost for long.
When trouble did show up, however, it showed up in force. A little over a month before his fifteenth birthday, Lynna fell ill. The doctor couldn't say what was wrong, but she spent more and more time asleep as time went by. Between taking care of her, school, and the odd jobs he started taking on to help pay for medical costs, Chivy was more busy than ever. On the way home from school about a week later, he happened to pick up a wallet that was lying on the side of the road. Finding identification inside, he went to return it, but the man it belonged to called the police as soon as Chivy left. It wouldn't have been too big of a deal — people return lost items all the time — but all of the money was missing from the wallet before Chivy picked it up, and it wasn't the first time his name had been associated with that kind of thing. The police arrived during one of Lynna's infrequent periods of relative wellness, and Chivy heard them explain the situation to her from the other room before grabbing what little he could on short notice and leaving town.
Chivy has been on the road for more than three years now, funding his journey mostly through the sale of things he finds along the way (with a few boosts from odd jobs and kindly old ladies). He doesn't avoid interaction with others, but moving around as often as he does means it's difficult to make any strong friendships. The only exception comes in the form of Sefton Lowell, a kind of human magnet who also made a habit of frequent relocation. Chivy first ran into Sefton (nearly literally) more than a year ago... and kept on running into him. Luckily (or maybe not) for Sefton, Chivy decided pretty much immediately that he would be Sefton's friend — the jury's out on whether he's convinced Sefton of that yet. In either case, the two of them have fallen into a comfortable pattern of running into each other in almost every new city they visit.
A little under a year after meeting Sefton, Chivy met with an odd peddler from whom Chivy got a pair of gloves infused with cold. Something of a niche item, they're not useful for many things, at least on a normal scale (who wants a pair of gloves that constantly give you ice fingers?). On an abnormal scale, though, the fact that they're cold-infused means that they negate Sefton's knack and make it possible for Chivy to wake his friend by means of shaking, as well as touching Sefton in general without provoking a panic attack or putting himself at risk of emotional-manipulation.
Otherwise, his life has been pretty normal (for him) with one exception: Sefton's face started showing up on wanted posters, which made it harder for the two of them to get work and stay under the radar (Sefton because his face was on wanted posters, Chivy because he is stubborn and didn't want to leave Sefton to fend for himself). It all came to a head when the wrong person recognized Sefton at just the wrong moment, and Sefton was brought into custody for who-knew-what. Although he tried, Chivy couldn't find a way to get Sefton free, but luckily the other teen was released a few days later — thanks to the meddling of a man named Devon who seemed to have the boys' best interest in mind. The posters have thinned out again, and things seem to have settled back down, although both of them are a little more paranoid than before.
Name: Chivason (Chivy) Darrell
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Character Information II
Age/Appearance: 18, will be 19 in March. Chivy is about 5'3" and has reddish/orange hair, light green eyes, and a cheerful disposition. He wears fingerless black gloves, has a nasty habit of wearing outlandish colors, and has no concept of what colors clash and what colors don't. He's usually in jeans (thank goodness), but his shirts tend to be ridiculous and bright — which is good, because that kind of thing's pretty easy to find in a thrift store. His clothes don't fit very well, and he's usually at least a little scruffy (it happens when you're wandering about most of the time) and he's on the skinny side of things, simply because he's finding meals as he can manage and pretty physically active.
Personality: Chivy is extremely loyal, and places a lot of value in how others perceive him. This gets somewhat tangled in the way he lives his life — he's had to learn to be okay with taking things without asking, and sneaking about — but he tries his best to justify it to himself by doing good deeds without recognition to somehow mask his transgressions. He's never wanted praise for bringing back the things he finds (not that he doesn't bask in it when given), just happy imagining that he's brightened someone's day by returning something they thought was gone forever.
He does his best to stay focused on the positive — often stubbornly, considering the path his life has managed to wander onto — and when he can't mask the bad with good, he just ignores it. For example, he prefers to think that he left home to find his father, rather than because he needed to stop being a drain on Lynna. He honestly wouldn't know what to do if he actually found his father, though, because it would mean acknowledging that he still can't stop wandering. Overall, though, this attitude has worked pretty well for him so far; he doesn't like dwelling on the fact that his parents left him when he was very small, that his stand-in mother figure may or may not have died while he was away, that there is no one (okay, mostly no one, Sefton counts) who knows where he is or who he is well enough to worry about him.
Guilt is a major motivator for Chivy. It's what drove him from Lynna and what keeps him moving from place to place without taking the time to settle down. He hates it when people assume that he's stolen the things he finds, but he can hardly blame them for coming to the easy conclusion, so he just blames himself. At the same time, he can't just leave the things he finds — it's worse to knowingly leave something valuable where it can be damaged than to take the blame for its initial disappearance.
He's possessive, but not to the level of obsession. He just feels responsibility for the things he finds and wants to believe that he can get them to where they should be. This carries over to his friendships, when he has them. He has a hard time walking away from a problem without trying to fix it, even if it's not necessarily something the person wants to deal with. He does know when to back down, he just has a knack for toeing the line. This isn't an entirely selfless priority — if his friends are happier, he's happier, and even moreso if it's because of something he did, so he's doing it just as much for himself as for them.
Sexual Preferences/Orientation: He's had enough going on otherwise that he hasn't had a lot of time for relationships — he's more worried about day-to-day things like when he'll be able to eat and whether he'll have somewhere to sleep that night. Truly, though, he's not terribly picky — he's attracted to both guys and gals and will take love where he can get love. (aka Curry cannot just say "bisexual" and has to ramble on aimlessly)
Powers: Put simply, Chivy finds things. More specifically, he has a knack for sensing the location of lost objects and people. This manifests itself as a mental urge to move closer to whatever nearby lost object that grows stronger the more he tries to resist it (in essence, a headache that decreases as he goes in the right direction). He doesn’t have to follow the urge as long as he actively focuses on going in a direction that isn’t the one the object is in, but if he doesn’t it amplifies itself, which isn’t a fun experience.
One would think this kind of thing would make a person popular – who hasn’t wished for a foolproof way of finding their keys once or twice in their lives? – but actually living with it is a little more problematic. At first, you might be happy to have a random person show up asking if this necklace (that one you swear you put on your nightstand) might belong to you, but after a little while you begin to wonder if he’s taking things to somehow get credit for finding them or just planning on making off with them in the first place.
He also has a pair of cold-infused gloves, which function about how they're named. They emit cold and draw energy from whoever's wearing them to do so. They also have a dampening effect on Sefton's knack, which is the only reason Chivy wears them.
Reason for playing: I need someone with a little more positivity to them. I love Markham dearly, but he's still on the pessimistic side (even if he would call it realism) and he's not so good at the friend-making. Chivy enjoys friend-making (he was persistent enough to get a Sefton friend, yeah?), and it'll be interesting to see how being forced to settle in one place will affect him.
Original Character Supplement
World History: 2043: Earth, but not quite. Technology is actually further back from present day (for the most part) — think '80s/'90s — and there's a greater emphasis on "green" technology. Automobiles are more environmentally friendly and less widespread since most people prefer to use public transportation.
There's also a bit of what we would term magic mixed in — it's possible to infuse objects with elemental properties. Refrigerators, for example, are electronically powered, but can also be infused with cold so that they use less power and work more efficiently. Blankets can be infused with heat, driers infused with wind, et cetera. This kind of technology is rare, though, and so are the objects, so they're usually treasured possessions and rather expensive.
The biggest thing about the universe is that some people are born with abnormal abilities — knacks, if you will. It can range anywhere from being more likely to flip heads than tails to knowing how to speak several languages with relative ease. The more powerful the knack, the more likely it gets noticed, but a lot of them just slide by.
Things are changing, though, and people with odd abilities are becoming more common — not that many people have noticed.
Character History: A short time after Chivy's second birthday, his mother disappeared, leaving his father to raise him alone. Galvin, Chivy's father, made a living in carpentry, and spent a lot of time traveling to other nearby towns for jobs, which meant Chivy was often taken care of by his father's friends and an elderly neighbor, Lynley, when his father had to go away. The stress of being a single father and trying to keep himself and his son fed, clothed, and sheltered was hard on Galvin. It wasn't so bad at first — work was good and his friends were glad to help — but after about three years, the company he had been working for dissolved and many of the jobs and most of the support moved to other areas and workers. Galvin started spending more and more time away from home — usually gambling or finding some reason to avoid the situation. At the same time, Chivy started spending more and more time with Lynley (or Lynna, as Chivy calls her). Eventually, his father just... never came back.
It was a gradual enough change that Chivy didn't much mind it, especially since Lynna had already been almost as close as family for most of his life, and no one seemed to care that his parents were both gone and he was living with someone of no actual relation.
Chivy has never had many friends. Most of his childhood friends were the sons of the people his father worked with, and they moved away when the business fell apart. Because Chivy rarely spent time away from his home or school when he was younger, he didn't have many chances to get himself into trouble with his odd proclivity for finding lost things. His classmates didn't mind having someone who often returned things to them, and Lynna certainly had no problem with the fact that anything lost around the house didn't stay lost for long.
When trouble did show up, however, it showed up in force. A little over a month before his fifteenth birthday, Lynna fell ill. The doctor couldn't say what was wrong, but she spent more and more time asleep as time went by. Between taking care of her, school, and the odd jobs he started taking on to help pay for medical costs, Chivy was more busy than ever. On the way home from school about a week later, he happened to pick up a wallet that was lying on the side of the road. Finding identification inside, he went to return it, but the man it belonged to called the police as soon as Chivy left. It wouldn't have been too big of a deal — people return lost items all the time — but all of the money was missing from the wallet before Chivy picked it up, and it wasn't the first time his name had been associated with that kind of thing. The police arrived during one of Lynna's infrequent periods of relative wellness, and Chivy heard them explain the situation to her from the other room before grabbing what little he could on short notice and leaving town.
Chivy has been on the road for more than three years now, funding his journey mostly through the sale of things he finds along the way (with a few boosts from odd jobs and kindly old ladies). He doesn't avoid interaction with others, but moving around as often as he does means it's difficult to make any strong friendships. The only exception comes in the form of Sefton Lowell, a kind of human magnet who also made a habit of frequent relocation. Chivy first ran into Sefton (nearly literally) more than a year ago... and kept on running into him. Luckily (or maybe not) for Sefton, Chivy decided pretty much immediately that he would be Sefton's friend — the jury's out on whether he's convinced Sefton of that yet. In either case, the two of them have fallen into a comfortable pattern of running into each other in almost every new city they visit.
A little under a year after meeting Sefton, Chivy met with an odd peddler from whom Chivy got a pair of gloves infused with cold. Something of a niche item, they're not useful for many things, at least on a normal scale (who wants a pair of gloves that constantly give you ice fingers?). On an abnormal scale, though, the fact that they're cold-infused means that they negate Sefton's knack and make it possible for Chivy to wake his friend by means of shaking, as well as touching Sefton in general without provoking a panic attack or putting himself at risk of emotional-manipulation.
Otherwise, his life has been pretty normal (for him) with one exception: Sefton's face started showing up on wanted posters, which made it harder for the two of them to get work and stay under the radar (Sefton because his face was on wanted posters, Chivy because he is stubborn and didn't want to leave Sefton to fend for himself). It all came to a head when the wrong person recognized Sefton at just the wrong moment, and Sefton was brought into custody for who-knew-what. Although he tried, Chivy couldn't find a way to get Sefton free, but luckily the other teen was released a few days later — thanks to the meddling of a man named Devon who seemed to have the boys' best interest in mind. The posters have thinned out again, and things seem to have settled back down, although both of them are a little more paranoid than before.