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Full Name: Fraser Amadeus Rowanford
Gender: Male
Age: 18 years
Dorm: Serpens
Power(s): Lizard Hybrid/Scale - Enhanced strength and senses.
Fraser's powers aren't so much powers as they are natural traits of his species. He possesses many of the attributes of a lizard or similar reptile, manifesting in a number of physical traits. Over his body he has a number of patches of teal-colored scales, and his eyes do not possess whites, instead being the color of the iris all over, with slitted pupils. He possesses exceptional physical strength and his senses are enhanced, with the exception of his eyesight.
Appearance: Fraser has a short build, standing at a mere 5'5" (165cm). His body itself is built somewhat awkwardly, with a stocky torso and spindly limbs. He weighs in at around 140 pounds (63kg), and though he appears somewhat lean, he's packed with muscle. His body is defined and appears somewhat bony, mostly due to the lack of fat on it. His hands and feet are a bit on the large side, and his fingers have an odd, almost claw-like shape to them. Patches of scales cover much of his body, especially on his arms and upper torso.
His facial shape is sharp, and though not feminine, it doesn't have the boxiness typical of a male face, rather having a pointed chin and sharp features. His ears are long and pointed, a feature of his species, and help to enhance his sense of hearing. He has somewhat squinted eyes, completely teal in color with no visible whites, and with harsh, slitted pupils. His hair is kept relatively short, only an inch or two in length, and has a blatant widow's peak in the center of his forehead. It's a dull, mousy sort of brown color, thick in texture, and with a tendency to stick out towards the sides of his head. His eyebrows are thin, but expressive, with the left one (his left) possessing a visible scar running over it towards the outer edge. His nose is pointed and somewhat upturned, while he has thin lips, and sharp teeth, with canines that stick out just a bit from his mouth.
As far as clothes go, he dresses very simply. He almost always can be found wearing long sleeves, as he feels too exposed with short sleeves (don't even ask). He wears simple t-shirts, particularly liking to wear layered ones, where it's short sleeves layered over long sleeves - but he usually buys the ones that are sewn like that, instead of wearing two shirts. His favorite shirt is black, with white sleeves, and a white collar. He normally wears jeans if he's going out places, or simple sweatpants if he's just around the house, along with an old pair of sneakers that he's had for god knows how long.
Personality: Fraser, overall, is a very harsh, aggressive person. He's quick to anger and when it comes to other people's emotions comes off downright apathetic. However, in the end he's more scared than anything, putting on a mean front to avoid getting close to other people, fearing them learning of his vulnerabilities.
At first, Fraser comes across as cold and standoffish. He makes it obvious that he wants nothing to do with anyone, that he would rather be alone and not deal with anyone else. If you do talk to him, he'll normally push you away, even being rude just to get you to go away. This stems mostly from the fact that he's afraid getting close to people. On top of this, he's exceedingly stubborn, and will dig his heels in sharply even for relatively minor issues. It's hard to get him to change his mind and once he's set to do something, there's no way to change his path. He also tends to get restless, almost always wanting to be up and moving around, or tapping his leg if he has to sit still.
He's extremely hot-headed, too, and will get angry quickly and easily. You don't have to say much to get him to start screaming at you or cussing you out. He's extremely aggressive, and doesn't back down from anyone. He's happy to get right up in your face or yell at you, acting first then thinking second. He often is actively mean to people, mostly for the purpose of dominating them and hopefully blowing up his own self-confidence.
On top of this, Fraser is extremely antisocial. He actively pushes people away from both casual and serious possible relationships. This is, along with much of his aggressiveness, more of a front than anything. The fact is, Fraser is terrified of other people, and as a result, pushes them all away. He's scared of opening up and letting himself be vulnerable at all, because he's been taught that vulnerability will only get him treated badly. In a desperate attempt at keeping people from getting close to him, he's cruel to them, figuring that being mean is a good way to keep people from wanting to get to know him.
The fact is, though, he's actually a lot softer than he lets on. He's actually quite emotional, and when he gets too upset, he's prone to crying. However, he's good at holding this in until he's in a place where he can do it safely and without anyone around. His emotions often get the better of him, and he acts on impulse. He's also quite damaged on an emotional level after years of multiple forms of abuse from his father. The isolation caused him to not develop the social skills he ought to have, while the physical abuse has made him terrified of violence and causes him to flinch at just about any touch or movement directed at him. He's afraid to show anyone any form of vulnerability, and puts up a front of cruelness just so he doesn't have to risk people getting close to him and learning more about him. He's fearful, scared of many things, mainly - again - as a result of his dad's treatment of him. Again, he's terrified of violence, and often jumps at any hint someone might be about to hit him. People in general scare him, and he's always afraid they're going to wind up hurting him. He fears anyone who looks like his dad, especially people in black shades, a common accessory of his. Alcohol or drunk people are another serious trigger for him, and will seriously frighten him and potentially incite panic. He gets scared whenever anyone around him gets sick with any sort of respiratory sickness or even coughs, after watching his mom die of that type of sickness.
Beyond anything else, though, Fraser is a good friend. He's deeply loyal, and once he's come to like you, it's likely that nothing will ever change that. He'll stick by you through thick and thin, and pretty much no matter how you treat him, he'll never stop caring about you - as evidenced by his relationship with his dad. In fact, he can get even downright clingy as he gets more comfortable with you. He's afraid to lose people, somewhat because he's afraid they'll die like either of his parents, but more because he's afraid to scare them away. The friends he does have, he very much appreciates, even if he can't show it very well.
At heart, and above all else, Fraser is kind. It's not obvious, but he's extremely caring, and while he may not show it he gets deeply worried towards people who seem to need help, even strangers. He does occasionally even perform random acts of kindness towards people who seem nice enough in his eyes, but he'll be subtle about them and try to make sure they aren't noticed. Generally, if someone is hurting, he's one to at least care and worry about it, though he may not necessarily do anything about it. He's also very loving, and does hold a deep love for those close to him, despite being horrible at showing it. All he ever wants is for his friends to be happy, as he feels like they deserve it for making him happy, even a little. But again, he struggles to show it, and instead leaves on his aggressive front, pushing people away often before they even get this chance to get close to him.
Picture: Fraser
Weaknesses:
- Eyesight - He has horrible eyes, even with thick corrective glasses. He can barely make out faces, and his vision is considered too bad for him to drive, so he has no license.
- Temperature Sensitivity - This comes from being part lizard. He overheats more easily than a regular human, though the true danger with him comes from his reaction to the cold, which will make his body stiffen, then ultimately slow his breathing and body processes, and kill him if he isn't warmed up quickly enough. This can severely limit him in situations where it's too cold, as well as be downright dangerous to his life.
- Allergies - He's got severe allergies to pretty much all animals with fur - cats, dogs, rodents, etc. Touching them will cause hives and an itchy, red rash, while even just being around them will cause watery eyes, coughing, wheezing, and bad sniffling and sneezing. He's also got pollen and ragweed allergies that act up year-round, and cause sneezing, sniffling and stuffiness, though these are somewhat managed by allergy medication he takes daily - but if he forgets to take it, or pollen counts get too high, he'll still get symptoms.
- Digestive Issues - He has a horribly sensitive stomach, which seriously limits what he's able to put into his body. Almost everything he eats has to be relatively simple and plain, usually bland, to avoid making his digestive issues flare up.
Strengths:
- Physical Strength - Despite his relatively small size, Fraser is extremely strong. He's packed with lean muscle, and his species is naturally very strong, as well.
- Senses - Aside from his vision, his senses are all very highly developed. His hearing is exceptional at worst, and superhuman at best, and his reflexes are much sharper than an average human. He has a strong sense of smell, though this also means that strong smells will very easily make him gag a bit. He has exceptional night vision, but this is almost useless with as blurry as his vision is, whether he can see in the dark or not.
- Willpower - This is probably his biggest strength, all things considered. The strength of Fraser's body is no match for the strength of his mind. While some may write him off simply as being 'stubborn' (which certainly isn't untrue), he carries an extreme amount of mental strength and stubbornness that can lead to him somehow making it through almost any situation alive. He would tell you any day that he'd be dead several times over if he wasn't the way he was.
History & Family:
Age 0-6 - Fraser lives at home with his mother and father
Age 6 - Fraser begins homeschooling, develops allergies
Age 7 - Mom falls severely ill and dies, dad turns to Fraser
Age 9 - Fraser's allergies sharply worsen
Age 10 - Fraser switches to public schooling
Age 11 - Allergies diagnosed, prescribed medicine for them
Age 13 - Dad starts refusing to buy his medicine
Age 16 - Dad dies in a drunk driving accident; Fraser moved to a foster home; Fraser begins at Foresta Academy
Age 16-Present - Fraser enrolled at Foresta Academy
Fraser was born to his mother and father, an only child. His father was a Scale like himself, though his mother was a human, technically making Fraser a halfblood. In his earliest years, Fraser was actually a rather nice, quiet child, not being particularly disruptive and helping people out wherever he coul, though still being prone to occasional fits of rage. His mother was a kind woman who loved her son very deeply, while his father was grumpy at best and aggressive at worst, in addition to being a heavy drinker. Many of Fraser's earliest memories involve his parents, and the way his dad treated his mom - yelling at her, insulting her, even striking her on multiple occasions. While they both somewhat tried to hide this from their son, he still saw it happen far too many times.
When he was six, he reached school age. For whatever reason, his father made the decision to have him home-schooled rather than going to public school. While he did just fine with his schooling, it left him devoid of many of the social skills he ought to have learned at a normal school, and instead left him highly oblivious to the world. His dad turned some of his cruelty onto Fraser himself, verbally attacking him on many occasions, be it over school, his personality, anything. This was also around when Fraser started developing his allergies, though they were more minor at the time - regardless, his dad would be cruel to him about them, forcing Fraser to hide them for fear his dad would go after him for being 'pathetic' or 'disgusting.'
When he was seven, his mom got sick - badly sick. At first they'd assumed it was just a bad cold, but within weeks it escalated further, escalating into a full-on case of what was likely tuberculosis. Fraser still to this day remembers vividly the details of his mother's sickness, all the way up to the way her cough sounded, and it feeds into his fear now every time someone close to him catches any sort of respiratory illness, or even coughs slightly; it gives him a quick surge of panic. He remembers also that his mother continued taking care of many of the chores around the house - cleaning, laundry, etc. - not because she wanted to or felt able to, but because his father still refused to do it. Fraser is convinced she may have had a chance at living if it weren't for that, though in truth, it's hard to say.
After a long time battling her illness, Fraser's mother finally passed away. Fraser was distraught, still only seven, and when they took her body from the house, his dad had to physically restrain him so he wouldn't run after her. When her funeral was held, Fraser's dad wouldn't let him go, for reasons he never actually explained to him. Fraser, obviously, was angered by this, but dealt with it, and this was likely the first time his animosity for his dad was truly sparked.
An after his mother died, his father's abuse turned to a new target - Fraser. While it had never gotten physical before, it did now, and Fraser was hit far more times than he ever wants to admit. The verbal abuse continued and intensified, especially as his father's drinking turned from a habit to an addiction after losing his wife. Many of the times he went after Fraser were while under the influence of alcohol, leading to Fraser's fear of drunk people and alcohol in general. While he knew he ought to tell someone what was happening, he didn't, as his father actually threatened that he would kill him if he told. Fraser, still just a kid, believed him, and stayed silent. Fraser asked to go to public school, and his dad continued to not let him, even drunkenly telling him 'they wouldn't want you.'
When he was nine, his allergies worsened, and this was when they first truly spiralled out of control. However, he still didn't dare bring up the idea of seeing a doctor, and while he tried to hide it, it was pretty much impossible to hide the constant sneezing and runny noses that were happening. His father only became more disgusted with him - one of the worst attacks from his dad that Fraser can remember came after he'd simply asked him to hand him a tissue.
When he was aroun ten, his dad finally let him go to public school, though it was mainly because he was sick of dealing with all the complexities involved with homeschooling. However, Fraser wasn't allowed to join any after school clubs, nor was he allowed to have any friends over. This helped Fraser come to the realization of why he'd had him in homeschooling for so log - he was deliberately isolating him. Fraser at first did his best to try and enjoy public school, though it was made much harder with his severe allergies - he even got sent home on a few occasions because the nurse had decided he was too sick to be at school, which his dad, of course, didn't respond well to, and took out on his son. Fraser struggled immensely with making friends, lacking many social skills from how little contact he'd been able to get during his younger years. Even when he id start getting to know people, it was never able to go far, as he would alienate them by saying no to all invitations to hang out outside of school, then not giving an explanation why.
When he was eleven, a day finally came when Fraser was taken to a doctor for his constant runny nose. It was likely the school that prompted this, noticing that there was an issue with it, and that it didn't seem to be being treated. When told by the school to take him to a doctor, his dad did so, and they diagnosed what he had as being simple (but severe) allergies. He was prescribed a medicine to take to help with it, and he began taking that regularly to combat his allergies. His father of course didn't react well to this, but at the very least still bought the medication for him.
In the meantime, his father continued to be horrible to him, and both the verbal and physical abuse became more and more frequent. In the meantime, his dad's drinking continued, arguably even worsening during this time period. Frsaer found himself constantly double-checking before going around corners just to make sure his dad wasn't there, and had to make extra effort to keep the physical marks of the abuse hidden. Isolation became his life, and he grew aggressive, irritable, and introverted as he continued to be unable to forge proper relationships with his peers. His animosity towards his dad grew, though it only took one time yelling at him to realize that being open about it wasn't an option, and instead he had to remain quiet about it.
When he was thirteen, in a drunken fit, his father began refusing to buy Fraser's allergy medication after receiving an expensive bill for something - something of his own doing, rather than Fraser's. He immediately went and dumped all of the pills of it they had down the toilet, flushing them and telling Fraser to pay for them himself. Fraser, of course, wasn't even old enough to get a proper job, and was forced to find other means of getting hold of the medicine that he needed. He had to ask around, convincing some acquaintances and neighbors to give him some money here and there so he could try and pay for something to help, though even then it was intermittent, and for the most part he had to go back to just dealing with it. Of course, his dad also got angry having to deal with his allergies (despite being the only reason they weren't well-controlled), even going to such ridiculous lengths such as banning tissues in his house, and at one point punching Fraser just because he'd sneezed.
While Fraser would love to say at this point that he hated his dad, he didn't. He thought more and more about telling someone, having realized by now that the threat to kill him was completely empty, and yet still he didn't. His reasons for this are complicated, but they were mostly that he couldn't bring himself to do it to his dad. Despite how horrible he was to him, Fraser still loved him - now, whether this is because of a natural familial bond or because of Stockholm Syndrome, that's hard to say. Fraser almost felt saddened by him, and felt a certain level of sympathy, somewhat excusing his dad's actions because of his alcohol addiction, or because he knew he likely had some form of undiagnosed mental illness, or some other issue. Fraser stayed quiet.
The next few years were, admittedly, very difficult. He continued on trying to squeeze money out of people from pity, and do odd jobs to get money to pay for his medicine, while his dad continued to be horrible to him, and even to drive the two of them into a financial hole with his irresponsibility. By now, Fraser had grown to be extremely hot-headed and angry, constantly getting frustrated and being quick to snap at people. He continued to do what he could to not show any signs of weakness, knowing that his dad would only play on these. His self-esteem continued to plummet, insults from his dad weighing down on him like chains bound to his ankles.
When he was sixteen, things just seemed to get even worse. It was a stormy night, and Fraser was sitting around at home. His dad was out, and had been out for a while, but Fraser hadn't thought much of it, given he stayed out late regularly. The phone rang, and when Fraser went to answer it, he was given the news that his dad was dead, killed instantly in a car accident he'd been in while driving intoxicated. Fraser was horrified, and being home alone, didn't even have anyone there to comfort him as his world crashed down around him. After the initial reaction, he noted that the street it had happened on was somewhat near his house, so he'd gone out to see any wreckage that was left. He sat down by the spot, despite the pouring rain coming down on him, and didn't leave until someone finally talked to him and convinced him to go get back inside before he got too sick. To this day, he still has a fear of storms, and when there's a storm in the area he'll get highly distressed and experience flashbacks.
Of course, between the rain, his poor temperature tolerance, emotion, and probably some level of bad luck, he still got sick. In fact, he was sick for a good two weeks, an already bad flu escalating quickly into pneumonia. He actually lived out this time in an orphanage, as they needed somewhere to take him after his father died. Finally, he told them everything that his dad had done, and they assured him that he was, in fact, safe now.
As he recovered from his sickness, he was put into a foster home. Here he was treated well, though there were several other kids there as well, so he still didn't get much individual attention, like he truly needed. It was a crucial in-between step for him, though, and ultimately is what got him started at Foresta Academy, after a few months of recooperating.
In Character sample:
Fraser was sitting outside. It was just beginning to get late, the sun falling below the horizon, an the temperature quickly dropping. That being said, Fraser didn't even seem to notice. No, rather than notice and get up to go back to his dorm, he continued sitting where he was. He was positioned oddly, just staring ahead at the sky. At first glance, it might seem like he was watching it, but ultimately, he wasn't watching anything; his attention was elsewhere, completely detached from the world around him at that very moment.
It wasn't until he heard a sudden voice behind him that he snapped out of it, eyes snapping wide open as he looked around. ....oh, it was getting dark. Alright... He slowly slipped to his feet, finding himself a bit stiff from the cold, but trying to fight it back for now. He quietly returned to his dorm, now, to go get under a real blanket. He was still a bit distant, his mind wandering, but he didn't say a word about it.
Gender: Male
Age: 18 years
Dorm: Serpens
Power(s): Lizard Hybrid/Scale - Enhanced strength and senses.
Fraser's powers aren't so much powers as they are natural traits of his species. He possesses many of the attributes of a lizard or similar reptile, manifesting in a number of physical traits. Over his body he has a number of patches of teal-colored scales, and his eyes do not possess whites, instead being the color of the iris all over, with slitted pupils. He possesses exceptional physical strength and his senses are enhanced, with the exception of his eyesight.
Appearance: Fraser has a short build, standing at a mere 5'5" (165cm). His body itself is built somewhat awkwardly, with a stocky torso and spindly limbs. He weighs in at around 140 pounds (63kg), and though he appears somewhat lean, he's packed with muscle. His body is defined and appears somewhat bony, mostly due to the lack of fat on it. His hands and feet are a bit on the large side, and his fingers have an odd, almost claw-like shape to them. Patches of scales cover much of his body, especially on his arms and upper torso.
His facial shape is sharp, and though not feminine, it doesn't have the boxiness typical of a male face, rather having a pointed chin and sharp features. His ears are long and pointed, a feature of his species, and help to enhance his sense of hearing. He has somewhat squinted eyes, completely teal in color with no visible whites, and with harsh, slitted pupils. His hair is kept relatively short, only an inch or two in length, and has a blatant widow's peak in the center of his forehead. It's a dull, mousy sort of brown color, thick in texture, and with a tendency to stick out towards the sides of his head. His eyebrows are thin, but expressive, with the left one (his left) possessing a visible scar running over it towards the outer edge. His nose is pointed and somewhat upturned, while he has thin lips, and sharp teeth, with canines that stick out just a bit from his mouth.
As far as clothes go, he dresses very simply. He almost always can be found wearing long sleeves, as he feels too exposed with short sleeves (don't even ask). He wears simple t-shirts, particularly liking to wear layered ones, where it's short sleeves layered over long sleeves - but he usually buys the ones that are sewn like that, instead of wearing two shirts. His favorite shirt is black, with white sleeves, and a white collar. He normally wears jeans if he's going out places, or simple sweatpants if he's just around the house, along with an old pair of sneakers that he's had for god knows how long.
Personality: Fraser, overall, is a very harsh, aggressive person. He's quick to anger and when it comes to other people's emotions comes off downright apathetic. However, in the end he's more scared than anything, putting on a mean front to avoid getting close to other people, fearing them learning of his vulnerabilities.
At first, Fraser comes across as cold and standoffish. He makes it obvious that he wants nothing to do with anyone, that he would rather be alone and not deal with anyone else. If you do talk to him, he'll normally push you away, even being rude just to get you to go away. This stems mostly from the fact that he's afraid getting close to people. On top of this, he's exceedingly stubborn, and will dig his heels in sharply even for relatively minor issues. It's hard to get him to change his mind and once he's set to do something, there's no way to change his path. He also tends to get restless, almost always wanting to be up and moving around, or tapping his leg if he has to sit still.
He's extremely hot-headed, too, and will get angry quickly and easily. You don't have to say much to get him to start screaming at you or cussing you out. He's extremely aggressive, and doesn't back down from anyone. He's happy to get right up in your face or yell at you, acting first then thinking second. He often is actively mean to people, mostly for the purpose of dominating them and hopefully blowing up his own self-confidence.
On top of this, Fraser is extremely antisocial. He actively pushes people away from both casual and serious possible relationships. This is, along with much of his aggressiveness, more of a front than anything. The fact is, Fraser is terrified of other people, and as a result, pushes them all away. He's scared of opening up and letting himself be vulnerable at all, because he's been taught that vulnerability will only get him treated badly. In a desperate attempt at keeping people from getting close to him, he's cruel to them, figuring that being mean is a good way to keep people from wanting to get to know him.
The fact is, though, he's actually a lot softer than he lets on. He's actually quite emotional, and when he gets too upset, he's prone to crying. However, he's good at holding this in until he's in a place where he can do it safely and without anyone around. His emotions often get the better of him, and he acts on impulse. He's also quite damaged on an emotional level after years of multiple forms of abuse from his father. The isolation caused him to not develop the social skills he ought to have, while the physical abuse has made him terrified of violence and causes him to flinch at just about any touch or movement directed at him. He's afraid to show anyone any form of vulnerability, and puts up a front of cruelness just so he doesn't have to risk people getting close to him and learning more about him. He's fearful, scared of many things, mainly - again - as a result of his dad's treatment of him. Again, he's terrified of violence, and often jumps at any hint someone might be about to hit him. People in general scare him, and he's always afraid they're going to wind up hurting him. He fears anyone who looks like his dad, especially people in black shades, a common accessory of his. Alcohol or drunk people are another serious trigger for him, and will seriously frighten him and potentially incite panic. He gets scared whenever anyone around him gets sick with any sort of respiratory sickness or even coughs, after watching his mom die of that type of sickness.
Beyond anything else, though, Fraser is a good friend. He's deeply loyal, and once he's come to like you, it's likely that nothing will ever change that. He'll stick by you through thick and thin, and pretty much no matter how you treat him, he'll never stop caring about you - as evidenced by his relationship with his dad. In fact, he can get even downright clingy as he gets more comfortable with you. He's afraid to lose people, somewhat because he's afraid they'll die like either of his parents, but more because he's afraid to scare them away. The friends he does have, he very much appreciates, even if he can't show it very well.
At heart, and above all else, Fraser is kind. It's not obvious, but he's extremely caring, and while he may not show it he gets deeply worried towards people who seem to need help, even strangers. He does occasionally even perform random acts of kindness towards people who seem nice enough in his eyes, but he'll be subtle about them and try to make sure they aren't noticed. Generally, if someone is hurting, he's one to at least care and worry about it, though he may not necessarily do anything about it. He's also very loving, and does hold a deep love for those close to him, despite being horrible at showing it. All he ever wants is for his friends to be happy, as he feels like they deserve it for making him happy, even a little. But again, he struggles to show it, and instead leaves on his aggressive front, pushing people away often before they even get this chance to get close to him.
Picture: Fraser
Weaknesses:
- Eyesight - He has horrible eyes, even with thick corrective glasses. He can barely make out faces, and his vision is considered too bad for him to drive, so he has no license.
- Temperature Sensitivity - This comes from being part lizard. He overheats more easily than a regular human, though the true danger with him comes from his reaction to the cold, which will make his body stiffen, then ultimately slow his breathing and body processes, and kill him if he isn't warmed up quickly enough. This can severely limit him in situations where it's too cold, as well as be downright dangerous to his life.
- Allergies - He's got severe allergies to pretty much all animals with fur - cats, dogs, rodents, etc. Touching them will cause hives and an itchy, red rash, while even just being around them will cause watery eyes, coughing, wheezing, and bad sniffling and sneezing. He's also got pollen and ragweed allergies that act up year-round, and cause sneezing, sniffling and stuffiness, though these are somewhat managed by allergy medication he takes daily - but if he forgets to take it, or pollen counts get too high, he'll still get symptoms.
- Digestive Issues - He has a horribly sensitive stomach, which seriously limits what he's able to put into his body. Almost everything he eats has to be relatively simple and plain, usually bland, to avoid making his digestive issues flare up.
Strengths:
- Physical Strength - Despite his relatively small size, Fraser is extremely strong. He's packed with lean muscle, and his species is naturally very strong, as well.
- Senses - Aside from his vision, his senses are all very highly developed. His hearing is exceptional at worst, and superhuman at best, and his reflexes are much sharper than an average human. He has a strong sense of smell, though this also means that strong smells will very easily make him gag a bit. He has exceptional night vision, but this is almost useless with as blurry as his vision is, whether he can see in the dark or not.
- Willpower - This is probably his biggest strength, all things considered. The strength of Fraser's body is no match for the strength of his mind. While some may write him off simply as being 'stubborn' (which certainly isn't untrue), he carries an extreme amount of mental strength and stubbornness that can lead to him somehow making it through almost any situation alive. He would tell you any day that he'd be dead several times over if he wasn't the way he was.
History & Family:
Age 0-6 - Fraser lives at home with his mother and father
Age 6 - Fraser begins homeschooling, develops allergies
Age 7 - Mom falls severely ill and dies, dad turns to Fraser
Age 9 - Fraser's allergies sharply worsen
Age 10 - Fraser switches to public schooling
Age 11 - Allergies diagnosed, prescribed medicine for them
Age 13 - Dad starts refusing to buy his medicine
Age 16 - Dad dies in a drunk driving accident; Fraser moved to a foster home; Fraser begins at Foresta Academy
Age 16-Present - Fraser enrolled at Foresta Academy
Fraser was born to his mother and father, an only child. His father was a Scale like himself, though his mother was a human, technically making Fraser a halfblood. In his earliest years, Fraser was actually a rather nice, quiet child, not being particularly disruptive and helping people out wherever he coul, though still being prone to occasional fits of rage. His mother was a kind woman who loved her son very deeply, while his father was grumpy at best and aggressive at worst, in addition to being a heavy drinker. Many of Fraser's earliest memories involve his parents, and the way his dad treated his mom - yelling at her, insulting her, even striking her on multiple occasions. While they both somewhat tried to hide this from their son, he still saw it happen far too many times.
When he was six, he reached school age. For whatever reason, his father made the decision to have him home-schooled rather than going to public school. While he did just fine with his schooling, it left him devoid of many of the social skills he ought to have learned at a normal school, and instead left him highly oblivious to the world. His dad turned some of his cruelty onto Fraser himself, verbally attacking him on many occasions, be it over school, his personality, anything. This was also around when Fraser started developing his allergies, though they were more minor at the time - regardless, his dad would be cruel to him about them, forcing Fraser to hide them for fear his dad would go after him for being 'pathetic' or 'disgusting.'
When he was seven, his mom got sick - badly sick. At first they'd assumed it was just a bad cold, but within weeks it escalated further, escalating into a full-on case of what was likely tuberculosis. Fraser still to this day remembers vividly the details of his mother's sickness, all the way up to the way her cough sounded, and it feeds into his fear now every time someone close to him catches any sort of respiratory illness, or even coughs slightly; it gives him a quick surge of panic. He remembers also that his mother continued taking care of many of the chores around the house - cleaning, laundry, etc. - not because she wanted to or felt able to, but because his father still refused to do it. Fraser is convinced she may have had a chance at living if it weren't for that, though in truth, it's hard to say.
After a long time battling her illness, Fraser's mother finally passed away. Fraser was distraught, still only seven, and when they took her body from the house, his dad had to physically restrain him so he wouldn't run after her. When her funeral was held, Fraser's dad wouldn't let him go, for reasons he never actually explained to him. Fraser, obviously, was angered by this, but dealt with it, and this was likely the first time his animosity for his dad was truly sparked.
An after his mother died, his father's abuse turned to a new target - Fraser. While it had never gotten physical before, it did now, and Fraser was hit far more times than he ever wants to admit. The verbal abuse continued and intensified, especially as his father's drinking turned from a habit to an addiction after losing his wife. Many of the times he went after Fraser were while under the influence of alcohol, leading to Fraser's fear of drunk people and alcohol in general. While he knew he ought to tell someone what was happening, he didn't, as his father actually threatened that he would kill him if he told. Fraser, still just a kid, believed him, and stayed silent. Fraser asked to go to public school, and his dad continued to not let him, even drunkenly telling him 'they wouldn't want you.'
When he was nine, his allergies worsened, and this was when they first truly spiralled out of control. However, he still didn't dare bring up the idea of seeing a doctor, and while he tried to hide it, it was pretty much impossible to hide the constant sneezing and runny noses that were happening. His father only became more disgusted with him - one of the worst attacks from his dad that Fraser can remember came after he'd simply asked him to hand him a tissue.
When he was aroun ten, his dad finally let him go to public school, though it was mainly because he was sick of dealing with all the complexities involved with homeschooling. However, Fraser wasn't allowed to join any after school clubs, nor was he allowed to have any friends over. This helped Fraser come to the realization of why he'd had him in homeschooling for so log - he was deliberately isolating him. Fraser at first did his best to try and enjoy public school, though it was made much harder with his severe allergies - he even got sent home on a few occasions because the nurse had decided he was too sick to be at school, which his dad, of course, didn't respond well to, and took out on his son. Fraser struggled immensely with making friends, lacking many social skills from how little contact he'd been able to get during his younger years. Even when he id start getting to know people, it was never able to go far, as he would alienate them by saying no to all invitations to hang out outside of school, then not giving an explanation why.
When he was eleven, a day finally came when Fraser was taken to a doctor for his constant runny nose. It was likely the school that prompted this, noticing that there was an issue with it, and that it didn't seem to be being treated. When told by the school to take him to a doctor, his dad did so, and they diagnosed what he had as being simple (but severe) allergies. He was prescribed a medicine to take to help with it, and he began taking that regularly to combat his allergies. His father of course didn't react well to this, but at the very least still bought the medication for him.
In the meantime, his father continued to be horrible to him, and both the verbal and physical abuse became more and more frequent. In the meantime, his dad's drinking continued, arguably even worsening during this time period. Frsaer found himself constantly double-checking before going around corners just to make sure his dad wasn't there, and had to make extra effort to keep the physical marks of the abuse hidden. Isolation became his life, and he grew aggressive, irritable, and introverted as he continued to be unable to forge proper relationships with his peers. His animosity towards his dad grew, though it only took one time yelling at him to realize that being open about it wasn't an option, and instead he had to remain quiet about it.
When he was thirteen, in a drunken fit, his father began refusing to buy Fraser's allergy medication after receiving an expensive bill for something - something of his own doing, rather than Fraser's. He immediately went and dumped all of the pills of it they had down the toilet, flushing them and telling Fraser to pay for them himself. Fraser, of course, wasn't even old enough to get a proper job, and was forced to find other means of getting hold of the medicine that he needed. He had to ask around, convincing some acquaintances and neighbors to give him some money here and there so he could try and pay for something to help, though even then it was intermittent, and for the most part he had to go back to just dealing with it. Of course, his dad also got angry having to deal with his allergies (despite being the only reason they weren't well-controlled), even going to such ridiculous lengths such as banning tissues in his house, and at one point punching Fraser just because he'd sneezed.
While Fraser would love to say at this point that he hated his dad, he didn't. He thought more and more about telling someone, having realized by now that the threat to kill him was completely empty, and yet still he didn't. His reasons for this are complicated, but they were mostly that he couldn't bring himself to do it to his dad. Despite how horrible he was to him, Fraser still loved him - now, whether this is because of a natural familial bond or because of Stockholm Syndrome, that's hard to say. Fraser almost felt saddened by him, and felt a certain level of sympathy, somewhat excusing his dad's actions because of his alcohol addiction, or because he knew he likely had some form of undiagnosed mental illness, or some other issue. Fraser stayed quiet.
The next few years were, admittedly, very difficult. He continued on trying to squeeze money out of people from pity, and do odd jobs to get money to pay for his medicine, while his dad continued to be horrible to him, and even to drive the two of them into a financial hole with his irresponsibility. By now, Fraser had grown to be extremely hot-headed and angry, constantly getting frustrated and being quick to snap at people. He continued to do what he could to not show any signs of weakness, knowing that his dad would only play on these. His self-esteem continued to plummet, insults from his dad weighing down on him like chains bound to his ankles.
When he was sixteen, things just seemed to get even worse. It was a stormy night, and Fraser was sitting around at home. His dad was out, and had been out for a while, but Fraser hadn't thought much of it, given he stayed out late regularly. The phone rang, and when Fraser went to answer it, he was given the news that his dad was dead, killed instantly in a car accident he'd been in while driving intoxicated. Fraser was horrified, and being home alone, didn't even have anyone there to comfort him as his world crashed down around him. After the initial reaction, he noted that the street it had happened on was somewhat near his house, so he'd gone out to see any wreckage that was left. He sat down by the spot, despite the pouring rain coming down on him, and didn't leave until someone finally talked to him and convinced him to go get back inside before he got too sick. To this day, he still has a fear of storms, and when there's a storm in the area he'll get highly distressed and experience flashbacks.
Of course, between the rain, his poor temperature tolerance, emotion, and probably some level of bad luck, he still got sick. In fact, he was sick for a good two weeks, an already bad flu escalating quickly into pneumonia. He actually lived out this time in an orphanage, as they needed somewhere to take him after his father died. Finally, he told them everything that his dad had done, and they assured him that he was, in fact, safe now.
As he recovered from his sickness, he was put into a foster home. Here he was treated well, though there were several other kids there as well, so he still didn't get much individual attention, like he truly needed. It was a crucial in-between step for him, though, and ultimately is what got him started at Foresta Academy, after a few months of recooperating.
In Character sample:
Fraser was sitting outside. It was just beginning to get late, the sun falling below the horizon, an the temperature quickly dropping. That being said, Fraser didn't even seem to notice. No, rather than notice and get up to go back to his dorm, he continued sitting where he was. He was positioned oddly, just staring ahead at the sky. At first glance, it might seem like he was watching it, but ultimately, he wasn't watching anything; his attention was elsewhere, completely detached from the world around him at that very moment.
It wasn't until he heard a sudden voice behind him that he snapped out of it, eyes snapping wide open as he looked around. ....oh, it was getting dark. Alright... He slowly slipped to his feet, finding himself a bit stiff from the cold, but trying to fight it back for now. He quietly returned to his dorm, now, to go get under a real blanket. He was still a bit distant, his mind wandering, but he didn't say a word about it.
