||Bryson Daniel Woods||

[bryson woods ☮]

* Bryson Daniel Woods ,

* back to basics ,

name : Bryson Daniel Woods
nicknames : Biko
age : 18
year: Senior, Highschool
birthday : January 30th, 1993
sexuality : Bi-curious
place of birth : Silver City, Idaho

* the outer shell ,

celebrity play-by : Cameron Ugh
hair color : Black
eye color : Blue
weight : 123 lbs.
height : 5"2
overall : Bryson's overall appearance is well kempt and clean. His hair is medium-length, straight black hair that always seems to end up all over his face by the end of the day. His eyes are a piercing, crystal, contact-free blue. His body shape is slim and slightly built, though he is very short. His height makes him look very weak and feeble, as he stands at a 5"2. His smile is a pearly white and seems to be the only thing he's proud of.

* what you see ,

overall personality :
The Caring Side;;
Bryson has a caring side of him that opens up very easily. He cares about others who are in need and lend an ear if they need one. He'll just listen if you need someone to listen and/or give you responses if you want them. This could be a weakness too for Bryson, as he can be overwhelmed at a certain point.

The Hesitant Side;;
Though he does seem very open to close friends, meeting new people, parties and other public-type activites make him cringe. Bryson hates being in large crowds, especially around people he doesn't even know. He gets nervous and scared real easily in situations like this.

The Friendly Side;;
Bryson can dislike all the parties and crowds of people in the world, but this doesn't make him act hostile towards new people. He may feel very scared and alarmed, but he always shows a smiling face that warms people right up to him. This side is the key that helps him have some sort of a social life.

* a closer look ,

likes :
- Color
- Baking
- Books
- Cookies
- Music
- Glam
- Friends
- Barnes & Noble
- Playing guitar
- Writing fanfiction
- Manga/anime

dislikes :
- Confrontation
- Liars
- Parties
- Alcohol
- Lying
- School
- Sports
- Being alone
- Stir-fry

quirks :
- Nail biting
- Picking at fingers

fears :
- Confrontation
- Bullies
- Being alone

flaws :
- Dealing with stress
- Asking for help

secrets :
- Never kissed
- Believes in the statement, "If it ain't green, it ain't clean". (smokes pot rarely)
- Self harms

* blast from the past ,

father : Jason // 38 // Miner
mother : Brittney // Deceased // Shopkeeper


history : Bryson was born and raised in Silver City, Idaho. Why they called it Silver City? We may never know. Silver City was a very small community in fact, and there was only one school for all ages. People were very kind in the community and everyone knew everyone. You could only imagine how fast rumors could spread.

Bryson was a single child and spent most of his time with his mother and in his room. He never made any real friends, making him the "outcast" of the town. Though he didn't do anything outside much, he loved to listen and create all types of music indoors. He didn't have a guitar at the time, instead, he would bang on his moms cooking pans and pots. His mother was proud of his "artistic" abilities, but his father thought otherwise. Bryson's dad didn't approve of this "girly" behavior, as he would call it, and he always made negative comments about it. This didn't affect Bryson though.

At the age of 13, he was given his first guitar as a special birthday present. His mom had to coax his dad to help pay for one. Right away, he began practicing everyday. As he became better at the guitar, his fathers insults became more sharp and more frequent. His dad started making fun of his attire and how skinny he was. Reaching the age of 14, he was labeled an official "girl" by his father. Bryson's mom died a few days after his birthday. Her death was unknown. Soon, his father would drink every night and come home in a disgruntled rage.

Bryson would take the all the insults and punches in the world. He had forgotten who his real "dad" was. Everyday as he arrived at school, people would notice new bruises all over his face and neck. Temporary marks of a brutal war at home. Bryson wasn't concerned about his "battle scars" on his face and neck, but the permanent scars on his tiny limbs that were carefully covered. His tears became a crimson red that would stain his bathroom counters.

He became a slave to his own thoughts and memories. Bryson tried crying from his eyes to release the pain, but no tears came out. He found out a better, yet more shameful alternative to help him cope with himself. His "dad" never knew what he had become...

Completely isolated from everyone and everything except himself and his guitar, he felt no more connection to the place that he once called "home". When he turned 18, his father had already decided to send him off to a far off school somewhere in Weston to get him out of the house and out of his life. Bryson didn't want to go to that school and decided to run away one night

January 31st was the day that he ran away...for good.

* the simple things ,

alias : Kotomi
age : 16
how'd you find us? : Proboards advertisement
secret word : THIS IS THE END!
roleplay sample :
Nothing. He wanted nothing to do with this place. Or himself... Bryson was only here for a week and he already has made his decision: quitting. Alas, he can't. His Dad won't let him back, nor doesn't even want him back for that matter. Needing to speak...to talk. Needing a friend."Get me out..." he begged to himself.

It was during break time, so he had the option of going crazy where ever he pleased. Well, maybe not go crazy, but just silently cry crimson-red tears that would drip off any part of his body and create a splatter of color... Of relief. They did always say that crying helps. Did they not? Of course, they wouldn't let Bryson relieve himself of that pain in his chest, mind and everywhere else.

As he was walking down the halls, he spotted the library ahead of him. "Guess that's my distraction." he whispered to himself. Distracting himself from his urges was something he never did, but he didn't want to start up a reputation already. Bryson walked inside and scanned the room cautiously. There wasn't much people here, except for a dark-haired student, the librarian and her helpers. The dark-haired girl was just sitting there, looking impatient and rather bored in fact. Longing to just talk, to laugh sincerely about anything, he walked up to the girl and gathered all his strength. His palms were covered with beads of sweat.

"Can...um...can I sit with you?" Whispered Bryson in a weak voice. Surely, he sounded absolutely stupid.

[addison mae thompson]

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