>Player Name: Nobi E-mail: nobistdick@gmail.com Preferred Contact: NobiNibo @ Plurk dot com Timezone: EST Current Characters in Victory Road: Ignis Scientia, Yuri Plisetsky
Character Name: Credence Barebone Series: Fantastic Beasts Timeline: After Mary Lou breaks the wand. Canon ResourceWiki Article
Personality: Credence is the definition of kicked puppy. He grew up being the brunt of his adoptive mother’s rage stemming from his “wicked mother”. As if it was his fault that his mother was wicked. Too bad he has been taught to believe everything is his fault.
Not to say it's crushed all the hope in him. Despite being taught his entire life to turn away from witchcraft he harbors a natural curiosity for it. It leads him into obvious trouble and he's taken advantage of in his desperation to escape the life he has lived thus far.
He is shy, cripplingly so and his head is often bent down. Making eye contact is too bold for him and he apologizes for things he hasn't done yet out of habit, even if there is no need. He accepts abuse without argument due to the years of conditioning.
Confrontation can shake him badly, causing him to back away. He doesn't want people upset with him and he is eager to please if it means less hurt. This has the obvious side effect of being easily manipulated.
Panic attacks aren't unusual for him and are his usually reaction to too much fear and stress. Anger is something to be pressed far down and bottled away. Whether or not it will ever explode out…
Well, nothing he's aware of has happened anyway.
Still, Credence is the type that with a bit of actual real love he could blossom, even at his age. Possibly. Maybe he's just too broken though. That is his thinking anyway.
Pokémon Information Affiliation: Trainer Starter: Fennekin [Tina] Password: Atomic Fireball
Samples RP Sample:Samples Victory Road Sample: There was no reason to sit here and wallow. He couldn’t just.. Sit here and not do anything. In this town. On this porch of a house he didn’t know. Having been kicked out by a woman he didn’t know. Who said she was his mother. No, this wouldn’t work. He couldn’t just remain here. He needed to figure this out.
Credence stands up, hands in fists, rubbing fingers together nervously. Then he adjusts his jacket. Adjusts his sleeves. Belt. Shirt. Hair. Stands there for a bit more.
Then he sits back down on the edge of the porch, holding his head in his hands. What was happening and why? Why couldn’t he just step off the porch and get going? He couldn’t just sit here forever could he? No, he couldn’t. He would starve at the very least. He couldn’t let himself.. Starve or anything could he?
The Fennekin he’d been given was sitting some feet away from the porch, staring at him. She stands and walks over to look up at him quietly before gently biting down onto his sleeve. She pulls him, until he’s leaning forward to try and keep her from tearing his clothes.
“T-Tina, I don’t think I can do this…”
She gives him a determined look and another tug. Credence shakes his head a little before pulling in a deep breath and standing up from the porch, picking the Fennekin up as he does so. He steps off, feeling the dirt of the path, tightening his hold on the Fennekin as she snuggles up onto his shoulder.
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Name: Nobi
E-mail: nobistdick@gmail.com
Preferred Contact: NobiNibo @ Plurk dot com
Timezone: EST
Current Characters in Victory Road: Ignis Scientia, Yuri Plisetsky
Character
Name: Credence Barebone
Series: Fantastic Beasts
Timeline: After Mary Lou breaks the wand.
Canon Resource Wiki Article
Personality:
Credence is the definition of kicked puppy. He grew up being the brunt of his adoptive mother’s rage stemming from his “wicked mother”. As if it was his fault that his mother was wicked. Too bad he has been taught to believe everything is his fault.
Not to say it's crushed all the hope in him. Despite being taught his entire life to turn away from witchcraft he harbors a natural curiosity for it. It leads him into obvious trouble and he's taken advantage of in his desperation to escape the life he has lived thus far.
He is shy, cripplingly so and his head is often bent down. Making eye contact is too bold for him and he apologizes for things he hasn't done yet out of habit, even if there is no need. He accepts abuse without argument due to the years of conditioning.
Confrontation can shake him badly, causing him to back away. He doesn't want people upset with him and he is eager to please if it means less hurt. This has the obvious side effect of being easily manipulated.
Panic attacks aren't unusual for him and are his usually reaction to too much fear and stress. Anger is something to be pressed far down and bottled away. Whether or not it will ever explode out…
Well, nothing he's aware of has happened anyway.
Still, Credence is the type that with a bit of actual real love he could blossom, even at his age. Possibly. Maybe he's just too broken though. That is his thinking anyway.
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Trainer
Starter: Fennekin [Tina]
Password: Atomic Fireball
Samples
RP Sample: Samples
Victory Road Sample:
There was no reason to sit here and wallow. He couldn’t just.. Sit here and not do anything. In this town. On this porch of a house he didn’t know. Having been kicked out by a woman he didn’t know. Who said she was his mother. No, this wouldn’t work. He couldn’t just remain here. He needed to figure this out.
Credence stands up, hands in fists, rubbing fingers together nervously. Then he adjusts his jacket. Adjusts his sleeves. Belt. Shirt. Hair. Stands there for a bit more.
Then he sits back down on the edge of the porch, holding his head in his hands. What was happening and why? Why couldn’t he just step off the porch and get going? He couldn’t just sit here forever could he? No, he couldn’t. He would starve at the very least. He couldn’t let himself.. Starve or anything could he?
The Fennekin he’d been given was sitting some feet away from the porch, staring at him. She stands and walks over to look up at him quietly before gently biting down onto his sleeve. She pulls him, until he’s leaning forward to try and keep her from tearing his clothes.
“T-Tina, I don’t think I can do this…”
She gives him a determined look and another tug. Credence shakes his head a little before pulling in a deep breath and standing up from the porch, picking the Fennekin up as he does so. He steps off, feeling the dirt of the path, tightening his hold on the Fennekin as she snuggles up onto his shoulder.
“..Okay… Okay. Let’s. .. Let’s go.”