03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
Occupation: Part-Time Bus Boy / Student Residence: North Arbor Apartments Age: 18 Birthday: November 1st Height: 6'1" Weight: 170 lbs Hair Color: Dark brown Eye Color: Brown Sexual Orientation: Bisexual / Aromantic
Notable features: Right ear has three piercings, left ear has two and the earlobe is ripped.
PERSONALITY
Likes:
Dirt
Decay
Mushrooms
Knives
Free things
Expensive things
Easy people
Meat
The dark
Adrenaline
Keepsakes
Dislikes:
Uptight people
Being yanked around
Having words put in his mouth
Smugness
Talking about himself
Settling
Hunger
Strengths:
Clever
Resourceful
Physically fit
Brave
Good storyteller
Helpful
Emotionally patient
Determined
Ride or die kind of friend
Weaknesses:
Unambitious
Bad at school
Plays too dirty
Gets his ass kicked often
Inherently odd
Maybe a bit creepy, too
Poor money management
Out for himself
Hedonistic
Difficulty differentiating right and wrong
Can be convinced to do about anything if he's paid
Very low self worth
Trauma, baby!
General personality: To pinpoint Beau is a feat yet obtained by anyone, including his late parents and current guardian. His motives are never clear, his attitude never consistent. If there's one thing for certain, it's that Beau is a very calm, quiet boy until he's suddenly not. Anger and hate aren't things that he subscribes to, but he sometimes finds himself blood drunk and hungry for chaos, like he has something crawling in his veins that can only be released by causing mayhem.
While often sardonic and off-putting, Beau has an inherent tendency to lend a hand to anyone who needs one, including dirty jobs and manual labor. He's the type to mow the lawn of a little, old widow without needing any sort of payment, though money always makes the work easier on him. He has no biases or loyalties unless someone is particularly fond of him, which makes him stick around until they lose interest.
Friendship with Beau is extremely easy, but the people who pique his interest the most are ones that he, himself, can't quite grasp. He has a history of being picked on in school, but one wouldn't be able to tell with how easily negativity slides off him. He's here for a good time, he has no interest in quarrels.
Beau's number one priority is snagging the nicest things he can in the quickest time possible, spending money faster than he obtains it. He likes the finer things in life, but he isn't willing to wait for them, as he would rather feel that happiness now than later.
HISTORY
Education: High School Senior Years in Sweetwater: 18 Family Members:
General History: Beau was born to the family orchard, a small plot of land that kept their name afloat. He was the only child and a near spitting image of his father, including in the eerie calm they both seemed to keep, even at the worst of times. He was a strange child, but kind and happy, save for his fascination for roadkill and digging. A lot of digging. An unhealthy amount of digging.
Nobody knows what happened to Beau's parents, most assuming they skipped town. He was left in the care of his aunt, his parents' assets left to him after they were eventually presumed dead. Beau couldn't tell anyone what it was that happened to them, either. But he knows where they went, and where they have stayed, or at least he often finds himself visiting his mother on particularly lonely nights. She's easier to find.
Despite her better efforts, Lenox has not been able to keep Beau settled down and has long since given up. He's hard to track, which is how he prefers it.
