Name: Metaphorical “Met”
Age: 18
Sexuality: Submissive Gay Boi ;u;
Species: Human
Appearance: Long slate black hair with extremely pale skin. He has over right icy blue eyes that are almost hidden by his hair. He is 6’5 and extremely underweight with his legs being the tallest part of his body. He slouches a lot. He has baggy sweatpants and a crusty yellowish orange shirt that he never takes off. Has nasty scars on his neck and bruises that seem to forever stay on his thighs and arms from his nasty childhood.
Personality: Will not talk unless spoken to. He was raised on the fact that kids must be seen, and used in nasty ways, to never be spoken of. He tries to stay in the background and hates stepping out of his box. He technically falls under the insane group, but never allows himself to come into contact with them. He stays to himself and murmurs sweet nothings to himself, rubbing his wrists and crying uncontrollably very often. He hates it when people (especially women or girls) touch him, and he always shies away to find another place to dwell. Despite this, he is quite gentle and will always accept a hug.
Backstory (Trigger Warning): When Met was born, he was born into a rather poor family. His father had fallen drunk and he got caught up in a street fight, which ended up with the poor chap being killed when little Met was two. His father always stepped in the way of his mother’s abusive methods of punishment to the child, including severe beatings for crying in hunger. However, now that his father passed, his mother fell into a deep state of anger, placing her irritational anger on her tiny son. She would scream and hit him, and when he grew older, she would do absolutely unspeakable things to him. She would burn his genitalia with a hot knife, sexually abuse his tiny self, and starve him. He was unable to cry at night, for if he did it would recieve him a screaming and a lash of the knife.
Thankfully, however, a concerned neighbor had expressed their concern for Met’s well-being. He was never seen outside and was never allowed to play with the other children. He was apparently homeschooled, apart from being registered in a school’s mainframe. So this neighbor called CPS and they launched an investigation. They only had to take one look at the state of the home, little Met and his absolutely ruined clothing and personality, to set his mother in prison (she was eventually sentenced to death) and to put Met in an orphanage.
However, Met did not do well in the orphanage. He leapt miles away from kind women who wanted to adopt and say hello, cried when a volunteer made him change his clothes, and he could be heard talking to himself in bursts of tears. So he was set for an asylum when he turned fifteen, and has been there since.
Other: Holy shit that was long.
