Gender: Male, He/Him Pronouns.
Birthday: 10th Autumn.
+Friendly:He wants to be friends with everyone, and approaches every conversation with a positive attitude.
+Empathetic:He is very good at understanding other people’s emotions, and wants to help them as best as he can.
+Incredibly Chill:Not a lot bothers him, he could get stabbed and still be like, “yeah okay, whatever.”
-Stubborn:When he has his mind set on something, he cannot be moved on it, no matter what it is, or how stupid his idea is.
-Blunt:He has a tendency to speak his mind, even if what he’s thinking is kind of rude or insensitive.
-Inappropriate:He is not great at knowing what is appropriate, and what is not, so he often does things that are weird or uncomfortable.
Fall’s muscles ached, whole body burning with pain as he hung in the air, legs dangling beneath him as he wrenched himself upwards. He glanced downwards, at the dark smoke beneath him, ever creeping closer, filling him with a sense of unease that pushed him onwards. Finally he was up, and he threw himself back against the window, taking a long, deep breath.
He knew he couldn't rest long, but it gave him a chance to survey his surroundings. It seemed like any usual city, but there was something...off about it. Maybe it was the fact that no door or window he tried would open, or the stairs that seemed to lead to nowhere. Either way, there was something unsettling about this place, urging him to keep moving.
He hopped to his feet, carefully settling his weight to stop himself from tumbling into the dark below. There was an archway above him, and all it took was a small jump to hook his fingers over the ledge. Abandoning the safety of the windowsill, he hoisted himself upwards, body burning with pain again. What he hadn't expected was for the archway to fall apart under his weight. Fingers crumbled stone and although he tried to grab onto the windowsill again, his hands could only brush the edge as he fell.
Smoke wrapped around him, icy cold tendrils pressed into his flesh, dragging him down into the unknown. He took a deep breath and the smoke poured into his lungs, suffocating him and tearing him apart from within. He opened his mouth to scream for help, but then he awoke.
Fall has always had trouble fitting in with other people, even when he was as child it felt like everybody was separate from him and he struggled to make friends. He did the right things, he was friendly and kind and he tried his best to talk to everyone, but it was like nothing ever went right. Through his teen years, he continued to struggle with socialisation, it wasn’t that he wanted to make friends,everybody just thought he was kinda weird.
When he was Eighteen years old, he discovered that he was gay, and told his parents. They told him that he could either go to Gay Conversion Therapy, or leave and he picked leaving. He kept contact with his sister and his nephews but he lived alone, in an apartment in New York where he worked as a shelf-stacker.
At Twenty-Three, he met a strange, grumpy boy who he was weirdly interested in, and he did his best to look after him (even if the boy hated it). Eventually, the two started dating, bringing one of the only positive relationships into his life. Of course, he remembers nothing about his past, beyond the idea that there was somebody important he might have left behind.
Fall had not expected to be selected, so when he received the confirmation, he was pretty shocked. His first thought was what would happen to his boyfriend, and he didn’t know how or why, but somehow he managed to get an invitation too. He was very nervous about going into the deep sleep, but was hopeful that the new world would be good on them.
Fall would be very excited about all the new changes, and, although he would be cautious about new creatures, he would be really excited to get to know what they’re like. He would however, be stupid enough to get himself into trouble, so maybe best if he doesn’t interact with particularly dangerous creatures.
-Has a stab wound on his left bicep from a confrontation before Evergreen.
-Used to do Parkour for fun, and is significantly fit as a result.
-Really good at lockpicking and very bad at knowing how to act appropriately.
-He does tend to be very trusting / sees the best in people, so he is very easily manipulated.
[ TOTAL PP ]
Regular Full Body (+Shading): 135PP
Regular Head Shot (+Shading): 85PP
Heya, my name is Remy or Rem, He/Him.
I am 22 years old and a major Cosplayer / Writer / General Nerd.