||Bryson Daniel Woods||

[Bryson Woods]

Bryson Daniel Woods

I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready, I am ready, I am ready, I am...
Fine

*Not actual scarring. I will replace this picture with the original if it offends any

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[/b] as Bryson Daniel Woods; directed by Damean
this script took sixteen years to create with
2 headaches but it was all worth it as
the collaboration with Bryson made this fab![/size]
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"we've got a cracked lens."

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Full name ;
Bryson Daniel Woods
Nicknames ;
Biko
Age ;
Sixteen
Birthdate ;
January 30th, 1993
Grade ;
Sophomore
Birth place ;
Silver City, Idaho
Hometown ;
Silver City, Idaho
sexuality ;
Bi-curious

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"there's a rip in my dress."

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height • 5"1
weight • 121 lbs.
build • Slim
hair • Medium length, Black
eyes • Blue
piercings • None
tattoos • None
distingushing features •
play by • Cameron Ugh

"line four makes no sense."

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You're afraid of what ?![/color]
- Confrontation
- Bullies
- Being alone

What do you want to do ?[/color]
- Become a rock star
- Become clear with sexuality

Everyone has their likes ![/color]
- Color
- Baking
- Books
- Cookies
- Music
- Glam
- Friends
- Barnes & Noble
- Playing guitar
- Writing fanfiction
- Manga/anime

But what about their dislikes ?![/color]
- Confrontation
- Liars
- Parties
- Alcohol
- Lying
- School
- Sports
- Being alone
- Stir-fry

What are your strengths ?![/color]
- Avoiding parties
- Playing guitar
- Writing music
- Baking
- Comforting friends

What about your weaknesses?![/color]
- Dealing with stress
- Asking for help

Everyone has a secret ![/color]
- Never kissed
- Believes in the statement, "If it ain't green, it ain't clean". (smokes pot rarely)
- Self harms

What do you dream about at night ?![/color]
- On stage
- Heaven/Hell

Everyone has habits/quirks ![/color]
- Nail biting
- Unorganized desks


overall •
Bryson is overall a quiet, sensitive guy who spends most of his time inside his room than outside with friends or family. He doesn't talk, he mumbles. He hates big crowds, parties, and sometimes even malls when he's being surrounded by large amounts of people. He's just not the "social" type.

Even though he may be a little on the quiet side, he loves to have friends. Bryson listens 90% of the time while the other 10% he'll mumble here and there. He tries his best to help out with friends' problems and such, but he can get overwhelmed real easily. If you confront him about something that he doesn't want to hear, you'll just see him shut down.
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"but i thought they were dating."

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mother • name; Brittney age; Deceased
father • name; Jason age; 39 career; Miner
siblings • None
pets • name; None
other family • None

overall •
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 16, 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 knew that his father never wanted a "queer" for a son, but he couldn't help with himself being "feminine".

January 31st was the day that he was sent off to Weston...without another word.

"this movie is total nuts."

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other •
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.

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[Cammie Skye``]

woohoo! my PMs worked!
all that's missing is:
starring play by as character name; directed by your name
this script took your age[in words] years to create with
years you've been rping headaches but it was all worth it as
the collaboration with your characters here made this fab!

and

distingushing features

and u`re accepted!

[Bryson Woods]

Modified

[Cammie Skye``]

ACCEPTED! (: