[spirit] shy

There's a lot about Shy that is entirely average. He stands at average height, not too tall and not too short, and he has average dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, and dark average boring eyes. He's not all that impressive, neither toned not chubby, and seems to simply drift through in life. He's always practically only half dressed and often appears as though he just got up, which nine times out of ten he actually did. His expression is typically flat and bored and doesn't often change unless something really catches his attention, which very rarely happens. No matter how much he sleeps or what he does, he always seems to have light purple rings around his eyes for whatever reason, he typically cries genetics despite neither of his parents having this issue.

First and foremost, for the record Shy is a certified technical genius. Though it isn't clear when you actually meet him, considering he uses absolutely none of the brainpower he was born with in everyday situations. He retains a good amount of information that tends to float around in his head, but due to the distraction of useless information there's nothing very useful that he remembers. Other than varying medical techniques and natural salves, he's quite forgetful of things such as names and birthdays, and anything written down. Technically a lot of people tend to think him an idiot due to his low test scores and the fact he flunked out of public school, or even perhaps the fact that he hardly pays attention when people are talking. In truth, he is easily stressed out and becomes very overwhelmed when under pressure. Having done well in the first several years of his education put a lot of pressure on him from his family, and it became so much that it looped right back around to apathy. His previous studious and obedient personality gave way to an absolute lazy punk who took frequent smoke breaks and ignored his responsibilities. He started taking more naps, giving in to his lazy nature and not denying himself the sleep he so desperately craved, and took on actual hobbies he enjoyed such as sketching and writing sheet music, and watching clouds pass.



Though he feels much more at ease being able to do as he wishes, he still manages to seem typical solemn to those he meets, and dislikes making personal connections. Shy generally does not enjoy talking about himself, rather encouraging others to speak of themselves with the use of positive reinforcement via small smiles and nodding in conversations. Anything other than the simple facts cause him to become jumpy, due to his inner conflict regarding who he is and who he would like to become. As it stands he dislikes the thought of being expected to marry some girl his mother picks out, and will often find his gaze wandering to a masculine form. Though he viciously denies this and will become in fact very upset at the very notion of possibly being a homosexual. He tends not to think of himself, but rather obsessively of his family and what they expect of him, since he is still rather a child at heart wishing to please his parents, even at the cost of his own relative happiness. There's a few things in life he enjoys deeply and attempts to take advantage of, since he's somewhat conscious of his own self care and tries to be in tune with his body, and regarding his mental state.



He possesses quite a sweet tooth that rivals the most hyperactive child, and can become quite single minded in his mission to obtain sweets, especially honey. He enjoys hot black coffee, going so far as to eat instant coffee from the container on days where he may become manic suddenly and finds himself physically exhausted and unable to sleep. Unfortunately his typically has become predominantly solemn and quiet since his....incident.

Shy was born back when the city was still blooming, to a rich family who funded the building of the small town. They were quiet and lived a good distance from the actual town, in a large house with a grand hedge acting as a fence around it. Many a rumor surrounded the family, and the fact that the son and lady of the house were never around. Many claimed to hear screams and wailing from the house, and many others still demonized the family due to the fact that Shy was often found in public with a grand array of poorly hidden bruises and swellings.

While this may have been true Shy dealt with much worse things, his mother being entirely manic and suffering from many psychotic episodes. Often the victim of her unfounded violence he nursed bruises and broken bones, keeping to himself otherwise. 

Shy enjoyed being an artist and a poet, and had a habit of wandering the halls during sleepless nights muttering poetry under his breath. While he went through spells of sleepless nights and irritating sunlit days, he found himself constantly in town stocking up on coffee beans. That's when he met the baker's son, and perhaps fell a little in love. He considered it friendship, and the two were close.

When his mother found out, she accused him of being a homosexual and fell into a severe episode, dragging him to the beach and tossing him into the ocean weighed down with stones. His body was never found, though his mother was tried and executed. 

He now has become a rather regular haunt around town, and it's said in the dead of night you can hear him whispering poetry to himself by the water.