Realistic or Modern Misery

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Character Sheet

Name: Abraham DeLuca

Nicknames: None. Don't call him Abe. Just don't do it.

Age: 33

Sexuality: Gay

Looks: Abraham has brown shaggy hair that goes a little past his ears. He has a bit of extra weight, not a full on beer gut, but some love handles. He keeps stubble on his face, and is quite pale.

Positive Traits:
-Creative
-Kind
-Patient

Negative Traits:
-Moody
-Self-absorbed
-Unaware of the outside world

Work: Abraham has been working on a horror series about a paranormal assassin entitled "The Ghosts You See". He has been working on it for fifteen years, but then recently published the end of the series, where the main character, Dreza dies.

 

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Basic Information

Name: Guiscard Le Strange

Age: 38

Occupation: Librarian

Birth date: September 6th

Orientation: Bisexual

Physical Description

Spoiler: Individual Details (Physical Desc.)

Height: 5’8”

Weight: 123 lbs

Hair Colour: dirty blonde -- greying

Eye Colour: hazel

Appearance: Guiscard is a five foot eight male, so sort of short, and sickly thin. He doesn’t take good care of himself and that is obvious from his malnourishment and sunken hazel eyes, rimmed in red from staying up reading due to his insomnia and crying. He has long, skeletal fingers and sharp hands where his bones poke out from the thin skin. You can see all of his veins due to his paleness. He is very disturbing to look at, but his blonde hair makes him seem angelic almost, hanging low around his face are his perfectly shaped bangs. He keeps his long hair tied up in a ponytail, reluctant to cut it himself and too paranoid to have some else anywhere near him with a sharp instrument.

Background

Family: Isabella Le Strange (mother); Amis Le Strange (father)

History: Guiscard was raised with his mother and father. They often fought, his parents, so he had a habit of hiding himself in books. He witnessed his mother’s murder at the hands of his father and had to admit there was a part of him that just clicked and he realized that he was capable of great violence. He hid that part of himself and grew docile in nature. He works as a librarian and an editor on the side. He has edited a few books but only a couple that actually got somewhere in the world. He prefers his job as a librarian due to the quietness and peacefulness that the quiet brings him along with all the access to the books he has.

Personality: A loner at heart, Guiscard is quiet and reserved. His is most outspoken when someone either misquotes a novel or movie, or when someone gives incorrect facts. Beyond speaking with people at the library he doesn’t have much of a social life. He yearns for the critical success of his favourite authors and to be noticed by them, but he doesn’t have the drive to put himself out in the open to be seen. He originally knew his potential for committing great horrors but didn’t pay much attention to his ability of lacking empathy entirely and disconnecting from his current situation in order to commit violent acts. However, recently he had been feeling a little over stressed, depressed and angry. Under the surface he had been festering for ages now, and he seemed to be set off by the wrong ending in his favourite series. What causes a person to snap so drastically over something so small is debatable, but perhaps it was a culmination over everything that he had hated and has been affecting him for years upon years.

Spoiler: Likes

Likes: knives (he has a collection of his favourites), books, bondage, and the peace in quiet

Spoiler: Dislikes

Dislikes: loud humming, abrupt loud sounds, shouting (mostly when it’s aimed at him)

Spoiler: Quotes

Quirks: he picks the skin off his lips when he’s bored, nervous, anxious, stressed…

Spoiler: Flaws

Flaws: he cannot cope with stress and is a little off his rocker (if you catch my drift)

Spoiler: Picture

 

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For the third time, Guiscard set down the last book of the series "The Ghosts You See" and sighs. He had finished it again. He was reading it, and hoping for a better ending, but every time, it remained exactly the same. The same words on the same pages and he felt insane, doing the same thing over and over again but he was completely ensorcelled by the piece of literature. He had wished, at one point, to meet Mr. DeLuca, but now he just wanted to throttle him in anger and force him to rewrite the end of his series. He could always write fanfiction. He had seen plenty of people sitting at the computers typing about Harry Potter and his long lost brother or sister and his lovers of all species and sexes, but he hadn't the patience to write something himself. He was an editor and a reader, not the creative writer-type person.

Guiscard helped a few students connect their laptops to the wifi at the library, and then had to explain why you couldn't check out reference books, but besides that, he was relatively left in peace to do what he wished. He browsed the books, putting the novels on his cart away and back in their places. He was on his way home when the most interesting thing happened. He had brilliant idea. Perhaps on the darker side of one's ideas, he thought of the perfect way to have his perfect ending and perhaps more. He just had to find Abraham DeLuca and make him do his bidding. Now, how could he, a shy and reserved man with the physical power of a toddler, kidnap a writer and force him to rewrite the ending of his favourite series? He would have to play this cleverly and rely on his intelligence as opposed to his strength. Like having a high INT score in Dungeons and Dragons while you have a negative one modifier in STR. He could do this! He made his way to the coffee shop down the street, approximately halfway between the library and his small home left to him by his parents after his mother's death and father's subsequent incarceration for her murder.

He ordered a salted caramel late with two shots and walked home. He got to cleaning his house up, and making his room neater. It had been in disarray with dirty clothes littered all over the floors and a pile of half-read, quarter-read and completely read books that needed to either go back to his bookshelf or his workplace. Guiscard got on his laptop and started to browse the wiki page on DeLuca and then went to his site. He had information to dig up and a plan to set into motion. He was now a busy man.

 

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Abraham was having the best day of his life. Or days, rather. He had been dragging on "The Ghosts You See" for far too long, simply because his publisher told him to. But then one of the young men he bedded gave him an idea. As he complained about it in post-coital cuddling, the boy seemed annoyed, and told him to simply stop writing it. And in the end, it had been as easy as that. Simply stop writing. The publisher requested he at least finish the series, and he was kind enough to do that, though he knew people wouldn't be happy with Dreza being killed off. Still, he thought it was for the best. That way he could never be pushed into writing more about her ever again.

Now, with his time off, he knew he should be starting to write something else. But for now, he was just basking in the ideas. A ship sent into a black hole for exploration. A group of aliens that were immortal seeking suicide. Teens that were magically disabled. The possibilities were endless. It didn't even have to be horror anymore. He could write absolutely whatever he wanted, and no one could stop him.

What did he do with the time? Well, he talked some to fans. For some reason, he got an immense amount of joy for how they hated the ending of the book. He had hated the last few years of writing it. It only seemed fair that they would get the same treatment, if for a much shorter portion of time. He mainly used twitter, updating where he was and what he was doing with this newfound freedom.

Today, he was hanging out at a local coffee shop and get some reading done. He snapped a picture of his tea and posted it on twitter. He wasn't quite instagram-savvy. For now, he'd stick with the devil he knew than the one he didn't. The logo of the cup was clear in the picture, and he said in the comments he'd answer any question of readers who visited him. Though he hated to admit it, he was almost bored. Normally he spent ten hours a day writing. Now he had trouble figuring out what other people did with their time. He supposed normal people had jobs. He didn't want to be one of the so could normal people.

Of course, everything posted on twitter automatically showed up in a little side scrolling bar of his website. He had that all set up, better for advertising with. He hadn't designed it of course, truth be told if someone asked him if his twitter showed up on his website he'd have to say he wasn't really sure. But show up it did, and now everyone had the opportunity to come meet him as they saw fit.