FULL NAME: Honey
DATE OF BIRTH: June 13th
HEIGHT: 6’ 5
WEIGHT: 213 lbs
OCCUPATION: Assistant Blacksmith
INTELLIGENCE: 6 / 20 (okay)
WISDOM: 7 / 20 (average)
RESOLVE: 4 / 20 (okay)
STRENGTH: 16 / 20 (great)
DEXTERITY: 7 / 20 (average)
MAGIC: 0 / 20 (terrible)
PRESENCE: 14 / 20 (intermediate)
CHARISMA: 1 / 20 (terrible)
INFLUENCE: 6 / 20 (okay)
STRENGTHS & SKILLS:
In Honey’s opinion if you can’t kill the animal quickly and relatively painless you shouldn’t be hunting. He knows his way around a gun and a bow.
Growing up on a farm with a variety of animals he knows quite a bit about them and how to act around them.
Great at working with metal.
Great at reading animals behavioral signs.
He’s overly trusting, always wanting to look for the best in people.
He can’t talk in front of a crowd. Crowds in general make him nervous.
He can easily be distracted, whether it be with conversation, food, or flowers.
Avoids confrontation like there’s no tomorrow.
Slow learner, often needing to be shown things more than once.
He’s a coward.
Machete he brought camping
Bow and arrows he got in town.
Honey is a friendly sort of person. He tries his best to be nice almost to a fault. To put it plainly he’s a coward. He hates conflict, often pretending like nothing is wrong, and avoiding people he has disagreements with.
In a lot of ways he’s trying to rebuild himself as a knew person in the town.. but that mostly just leads him to lying to himself. He’s extremely guilty about parts of his past and is jumpy because of it… sometimes he himself wonders if he’s just being helpful to make up for running away as his boyfriend screamed for him in the woods.
Still he tries to make the best of things and is an overall cheery person. He’s the sort of person who will flirts with anyone without meaning anything by it.
Grew up on farm
Learned to weld from blind women
Dated a barber
Honey for the most part, enjoyed his childhood growing up on a farm in Oregon. He helped raise animals, learned how to hunt and fish… But even at a young age he knew he was a little different. It wasn’t uncommon for him to get punished for his “sissy behavior” by his father. At 16 he got caught kissing the pastor’s son. Needless to say he was kicked out by his homophobic parents. Life was hard after that for a while. Nobody he knew would take him in. Nobody would give him work. The whole town knew what he did after all. His saving grace was an elderly blind woman by the name of Dorothy who, as the townspeople called it, was the black sheep of her family as well. It was after school one day, back before he dropped out, when she was waiting for him- he just knew it was him she was waiting for. She offered him the spare room in her apartment if he promised to help around the house and to drive her where she needed to go.
Honey spent the years after leaving his home town traveling from place to place, taking welding or farm hand jobs for a few months at a time before moving on, never really feeling like he belonged. Never, that is, until he was getting his hair cut at the local barbershop when the man cutting his hair starting to flirt with him. The Barber, Xavier, convinced him to go on a date with a cheesy pick up line. Then dates. A few months later they moved in together. It was nearing their second anniversary when they decided to go camping for Xavior’s birthday.
There were more disappearances in the forest than common that year, but Honey and Xavier didn’t think much of it. Honey grew up camping and was confident they’d be fine going off the trails. They were on a hike with only their small day packs on their backs when they were attacked. The hardest thing Honey has ever done was to keep running when Xavier started screaming and he regrets it to this day.
Irish loaded potatoes
Helping the elderly
Afraid of thunder storms.
If you ask for his last name, because you’re uncomfortable calling him Honey he will tell you his last name is Darling. Which is an alias just like Honey.
He still has the straight razor he was planning to give Xavier on his birthday. It's rather pretty. He often uses it like a pocket knife.
CHATROOM AVAILABILITY: Normally after 4 (-8:00) on weekdays and most weekends. I’m graduating high school this year so this will change.
IM AVAILABILITY: Skype, Notes, dA Messages, tumblr (cuttletoon)
SKYPE NAME: Note me for it please.
After a majority of the fireworks were all said and done Walter would excuse himself for bed. It’d take him longer to fall asleep than he’d like to admit and wouldn’t be long before he’d wake up in the wee hours in the morning with a cold sweat from nightmares. Before he was really aware of what he was doing he’d be outside the door to Wukong’s room, that is what he’d started to think of the room as these days, holding the handle.
That’s when the doubt would hit him.. And pride. How foolish he felt, being a grown man and wanting to climb into another’s bed after a nightmare.
After a few shaky breaths he’d force himself to let go of the handle, to walk away and well, go into the kitchen and pour himself something strong. Maybe he should turn on the lights on and make the fireworks still booming outside seem farther away.. But he didn’t want the light to disturb Wukong, if he was even still here. That thought scared him as well, to go into that room seeking comfort only to have him be gone. Walter would go and sit on the couch with a brandy in hand, bottle on the table in reach.
BODY MODIFICATION: Y/N