Post by GAYLORD RANDALL FARROW on Dec 28, 2012 3:06:49 GMT
GAYLORD RANDALL FARROW
heaven ain't close in a place like this
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FULL NAME: Gaylord Randall Farrow.
NICK NAMES: Randy. Everyone calls him Randy.
AGE AND BIRTH DATE: Twenty, 20/10/1992.
SEXUALITY: He still labels himself as straight, but he is actually bisexual and incredibly curious about the same sex.
NATIONALITY: Canadian.
MEMBER GROUP: Medic.
STYLE AND APPEARANCE
HAIR COLOUR AND STYLE: Randy's hair is really cute and black, though it's naturally dark brown and beginning to fade and he doesn't care enough to go out and find some more hair dye.
EYE COLOUR: Light blue.
BUILD: Tall, slender, awkward.
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 5'10" and weighs around one hundred and sixty pounds.
TATTOOS: Randy has not got drunk enough to get a tattoo... yet!
PIERCINGS: He has his nose pierced, something he got done in a moment out of pure impulse with his brother.
SCARS: A few self-inflicted scars on his left wrist from when he was fourteen all the way up until he was sixteen, but he's since kicked that habit. He has a scar on his elbow from where he fell and scraped it when he was a child, and a scar from where he had his appendix removed.
ANYTHING ELSE: He makes really awk facial expressions.
OVERALL APPEARANCE: It is easy to tell just how Randy is feeling about a particular situation just by taking a look at his body language. If he is uncomfortable, it reflects clearly in his awkward stance and the way his light blue eyes flicker back and forth across the room in an effort to look anywhere but your face unless he absolutely forces himself to make eye contact with you, something that is incredibly painful for him to do. If there was one word to describe Randy's appearance in general, it would be awkward. He's nervous and jittery and clumsy and all arms and legs and has a bad tendency of being like a bull in a china shop, part of the reason why he is often seen with his arms crossed over his chest and tries so hard to be careful, such as touching objects or people as if they might crumble away right underneath his finger tips. He also has horrid posture.
Randy's hair naturally dark brown, but he started dyeing it black his senior year of high school. His hair is constantly in his eyes, but he has finally found a style that he thinks looks cool enough and is manageable and doesn't plan on changing it even though it does drive him nuts when it starts to get too long and he's pulling strands of it out of his eyes. His dark hair makes his skin look even more pale and ghostly, and he has a poor complexion and an abundance of skin problems that requires him to be extra careful when it comes to what kind of soap he uses and fabric softeners and all that fun stuff.
As far as clothing style goes, Randy has never exactly been a trendsetter, but he tries his best to fit in even though he has always pretty much failed at it. Sweaters and cardigans have a huge soft spot in his heart, with him normally always being cold or at least a little bit chilly even during the summer, so he was known as that weird kid that wore long-sleeves all year during school. Another reason for this was to cover the scars that run along the inside of his left arm, all the way from his wrist to the joint of his elbow, remainders from where he used to self-harm from the time he was fourteen all the way up until he was sixteen.
GETTING TO KNOW YOU
LIKES: Books, being alone, night time, video games, Taylor Swift (he really hopes that she's safe and sound over in America from the zombies), kids, reading, sweets, writing, literature.
DISLIKES: Animals, the sight of blood (makes perfect sense why he became a medic, right?), being bothered, arguing, the sound of whispering, germs, violence, loud noises, stupid people, sarcasm because he can never tell whether or not they are being serious or not and then he feels like they are making fun of him and he gets all self-conscious and embarrassed, being touched, confrontation.
STRENGTHS: Intelligent, creative, observant, independent, caring, protective, polite, realistic.
WEAKNESSES: Socially awkward, anxious, overbearing, sensitive, easily depressed, judgemental, incredibly self-conscious sometimes to the point of not being able to function or do normal things. Incredibly paranoid. Alcoholic.
SECRETS: Even though he has been in a somewhat serious gay relationship before, he's so far in the closet about his bisexuality he's in Narnia. His father was a total prick and used to beat his mother. His mom committed suicide less than a year ago, and his father followed suit about three months later. He blames himself for his youngest two siblings' death. He's been diagnosed with bipolar disorder and general anxiety disorder. He used to cut. He used to get into his father's liquor cabinet and drink a lot in high school; when his dad became suspicious, he began to buy from some of the kids at school. Keeps a journal that he updates daily. Has been working on a novel for the past two years; ironically, it's about zombies. He's an alcoholic but doesn't think he has a problem.
FEARS: Germs, dying, losing Sigmund (his only remaining family), spiders, being hated, pain, failure, zombies, uncomfortable social interaction, sex, being judged.
GOALS: Stay alive at least long enough to writing his novel even though he realistically knows that nobody will probably ever read it because we're in the middle of a zombie apocolypse so there's no way it's ever going to get published, get himself to a better place mentally, maybe make a friend or two and stop moping around. Stop drinking so much, if not completely.
QUIRKS: He also refuses to eat anything that smells even remotely funny or fishy. Completely obsessive compulsive over the smallest and strangest things. Cannot eat around other people because he's paranoid that they're either spitting in his food (either accidentally or purposely) or staring at him and subconsciously judging the way he's eating. Keeps string in his pockets and plays cat's cradle when he is bored or waiting. Talks to himself when nobody is around. Has to force himself to look people in the eye when he is talking to them. Sneezes really loudly, like the kind of sneezes that make everyone in the room jump and could give a person a heart attack.
HABITS: Randy has a bad habit of chewing on his bottom lip when he is nervous. Though he had kicked the habit during high school, after the whole zombie apocolypse started he recently picked up smoking and drinking again whenever he can get his hands on the stuff, which does not mix well with his disorders. Is constantly stressed. Suffers from serious bouts of depression with occasional bursts of optimism where he feels great and happy and productive right before becoming depressed again, though it has been a long time since he has felt low enough to consider cutting or suicide again.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Ever since he was a child, social interaction has no come easy to Randy. It made him uncomfortable, and it is evidently clear to see that he is awkward whenever forced into a conversation that he does not initiate. He's by far a people person and is one hundred percent introverted and is the type that would rather be playing video games or reading that dealing with people, even though now that he is a medic he has to do that on nearly a daily basis whenever someone comes with him with an injury. The funny thing is that he cannot stand the sight of blood or gore, and he is a complete germaphobe. If you expect him to look at even the tiniestof cuts or to even approach you in a time of catastrophe like this, don't be offended if he takes five or ten minutes to get his medical mask and gloves on first. He's an obsessive neatfreak as well, and everything has to be perfectly in its place or else he cannot function.
Randy is a robot. He doesn't react unless you tell him how to. He goes along with what he think you want, even if he knows that it's not quite the right thing for him. In a way, if you can work around his alcoholism and OCD and anxiety disorder, he's programmable. He's a pushover that you can talk into doing whatever you want, as long as it's he doesn't think it will endanger his life, as he's somewhat of a coward. Though if you offer him enough booze and cigarettes, anything that will keep him sane, he might be persuaded to walk a little on the dangerous side for awhile if you really need him that badly as long as you let him take a few minutes to look at the situation at all angles. Randy is not the type of man to rush into something without first going through every possible thing that could go wrong and every possible backup plan to in case something does happen to go wrong. In his mind, it is definitely better to be safe than sorry, a philosophy that has held him back a lot his entire life.
Overall, Randy is a quiet and soft-spoken guy that minds his own business and silently prays everyday that everyone else will do the same and just leave him alone. He sticks to himself and works on his novel a lot, something that has become yet another obsession to him, but is really just a distraction for what is going on. He doesn't know what he is going to do when he finishes it, and the thought of that happening is scary, so he's drawing out the ending for as long as he can and practically telling the life story of the people in his novel from beginning to end. Randy is constantly scared, and whenever something bad happens, like there's an attack or something, he dives right back into writing again and he doesn't stop until he has calmed down. It's therapeutic to him, and he is rarely ever seen without his giant black binder tucked underneath his arm because he is so paranoid that somebody is going to steal or damage it. He's paranoid about a lot of things, but when it comes to people stealing his stuff, that's where he is the worst. He can't stand the thought of someone touching his things. Picking them up with their dirty, grimy hands. Ugh. The thought is enough to give him a stress-induced panic attack, which he has enough of already. He sure doesn't need anymore.
EXPLAIN YOURSELF
HOME TOWN: Toronto.
WHERE WERE YOU?: He was playing WoW when he heard people screaming outside his window and looked outside to see everyone being chased by motherfucking zombies and thought he was having some kind of weird dream but nope.
WHERE ARE YOU NOW?: Safe lands.
PARENTS: Trudy Farrow/36/Waitress/Mother/Dead
Barnaby Farrow /41/Businessman/Father/Dead
SIBLINGS: Sigmund Farrow/18/Brother/Alive
Mina Farrow/12/Sister/Dead
Leopold Farrow/8/Dead
ANYONE ELSE?: Randy has a hard time making relationships, so no, nobody else.
PETS: He has a black cat named Adesia that is actually his brother Sigmund's that he takes care of whenever Siggy decides to disappear for a few days.
COMPLETE HISTORY: First off, a bit about Randy's parents. They were by definition American trash that were a trainwreck just waiting to happen that never should have happened. Randy's dad was twenty-one and had managed to acquire quite an extensive criminal record that included vandalism, drug peddling, hate crimes, and armed robbery by the time he met Trudy Armes, who was just a freshman in high school. Trudy had grew up poor and meek, scared of life and much like Randy in the way that she would rather keep her nose buried in a book rather than be forced into any form of social confrontation, but after she met Barnaby Farrow, it was like love at first sight. It allegedly only took a couple drinks and a few sweet words before she was his, and that was how the downward spiral that was their relationship began. She ended up pregnant a month after their elicit and highly illegal relationship began (a fifteen-year-old girl and a twenty-one-year-old man with a criminal record? Nuh-uh.), but her parents weren't the type to really care what their daughter did. Her and Barney ended up moving to Canada, where some of Barney's relatives were and had agreed to take them in for awhile until Barney got a job so he could take care of Trudy and the baby, and that's where they ended up getting stranded. Barney got a crap job and was a loser and their relationship was dysfunctional and they fought all the time and he cheated and both before and after Randy was born, things got physical way more than once and the drugs started again.
When Randy was two, his brother Sigmund was born and their dad lost his job and their mom went to work and started to work two jobs, so they were stuck at home with Barney most of the time. Neglect would probably be the best way to describe Randy's childhood, because Barney never put much notice towards him. Randy was always a doting big brother though, and loved everything about his little brother and vowed to never let anything happen to him. Growing up, they were inseperable, even though they were both a little odd. On his first day of school when he was six, Randy nearly had an anxiety attack (even as a child, he had bad anxiety) because it was the first time he was apart from Sigmund for more than a couple hours. He had clung to the teacher's side most of the day and stared nervously at the other kids, and it had taken him a few months to learn that maybe school was okay and he begun to make a few friends when he started to be bullied by this kid named Kevin (honestly, how many nice kids named Kevin have you ever met?) which made Randy retreat right back into himself again. Kevin proved himself to be a major asshole all the way through elementary and middle school, none of which Randy was necessarily popular in. He was shy and too smart for his own good and kept to himself and soft-spoken when he did talk and everyone thought he was weird and he hated every second of school and Kevin was actually the only one who went out of his way to talk to him, and that was normally followed up by Kevin shoving him into a locker or doing some other kind of unpleasant thing to him.
Randy had assumed that Sigmund would hangout with him and that they would be close at school like they were at home, but it was actually the total opposite from elementary to the time Randy graduated. They were complete opposites. Where Randy was a wallflower that got bullied, Sigmund was somewhat of a crazy socialite that was a total bully. It was a devastating day when Sigmund and Kevin became friends, but they didn't stay friends for long and that was when Randy noticed that Kevin had never had anyone at school he hungout with, something that really bothered and irritated Randy. Neither of them had anyone to be friends with or sit with at lunch, so why not stop the nonsense and be friends rather than hate other? It'd be nice to be friends with someone, anyone, than to be alone in the deep state of depression that Randy had fallen into by his eighth grade year. By then, he had a little sister and another little brother and his dad had finally gotten a job and that meant it fell to Randy as the oldest to look after his siblings. Between school and Kevin and his parents' increased arguing and having to take care of his younger brothers and sister and feelings just totally and completely one hundred percent alone in the world, Randy had never felt so depressed. His and Sigmund's relationship had definitely been injured by how Siggy treated him at school, but it was at this point that Randy finally stopped bothering to try and regain that friendship they had when they were kids. He began to rebel a little and for the first time, there were actually a few confrontations between him and Sigmund that resulted in a fight and later tears and an apology on Randy's behalf. Randy also began to become braver and whenever his parents were at work and Sigmund was at his one of his friends' houses and the others were in bed, he'd get into his dad's liquor cabinet and drink until he couldn't feel anymore. He didn't do it often enough for it to be noticeable, but his dad was normally to drunk himself to notice his missing stash anyway.
High school was only a little bit better for Randy. Kevin was the only kid that paid him much mind and with the school being on block schedule, they no longer had every single class together nor the same lunch period every semester so there was always a chance of Randy being able to experience some peace for a few months. Freshman year was the hardest for Randy, and he was fourteen when he began to cut. Nobody seemed to notice or care, and that was fine by him. Freshman year went by in a blur, then sophomore year. Then came junior year, which was probably the most confusing and uncomfortable period of his life. He had only one class with Kevin the first semester of school, but as luck had it, in that one class they had together, they were paired for a project that required them to work together outside of school. Kevin came over to Randy's house, with him already knowing where it was and with Randy being a bit too scared to go over to the house of the boy that had tormented him his entire life alone. They were alone at the house and Randy had pulled out his notebook that he had written some ideas down in and was muttering about how they could do this or that when Kevin suddenly kissed him. Randy hadn't been sure how to react and had panicked hardcore before an unusual instinct kicked in and he awkwardly kissed him back. He was never one to question things, and from there on out they were suddenly a couple, something that Randy couldn't figure out how to process or handle properly so he more or less just went along with it. Relationships, sneaking around, sex... he had no experience in any of that, but he suddenly found himself in the middle of all of that. His first legit relationship was with the boy that had made his life hell ever since kindergarten and he had thought about breaking it off with him at first, but Randy was honestly just glad to finally have someone to eat lunch with him and talk to. He finally began to get a bit happier and less of a nervous mess, and the cutting and drinking stopped.
It wasn't until after graduation that their relationship disintegrated. Kevin went to some fancy college back in the States where he came from, while Randy just wanted to get as far away from Toronto and his family as he possibly could. He moved to London and started attending a nice college there, majoring in Psychology because he just wanted to learn to understand people better and minoring in English because he loves books and all forms of writing. College life suited him and was nice and peaceful, and he had a decent roommate that didn't bother him much. When he was nineteen, he received a phonecall from Sigmund telling him that their mom had committed suicide. He flew home and attended her funeral and was sort of numb through the entire thing, and he still even now has not been able to process it. Randy ended up dropping out of school and became a professional video game tester, a job that suited him nicely and let him work at his own pace and allowed him time to also work on his novel he had started awhile ago (it also gave him an incredibly good excuse to get his own place and to not leave or bathe for days on end). Three months later, he got another call telling him that his dad had been found dead, overdosed on drugs. Suspected suicide as well. Randy somehow found himself as the sole guardian of his youngest two siblings, who moved in with him a couple weeks after the funeral. Long story short, the zombie apocolypse happened and his siblings died and now Randy is living in the Safe Lands and all freaked out and trying to heal people's booboos because he's a medic while trying to keep both himself and his last remaining sibling Sigmund alive. The end... but only not really.
BEHIND THE SCREEN
ALIAS: Auto.
AGE: Seventeen.
TIME ZONE: Eastern.
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE: I have been roleplaying for about eight years~ cx
AVERAGE WORD LENGTH: Normally between 500 and 700 words. It really just depends on how much the person I'm roleplaying writes and how much muse I'm running off of, but I always try and aim for 500, but sometimes I admittedly just fall flat at 500. I can pull replies that are 1000+ words though.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Completely optional, this just clues us into your writing style.
CREDITS
This application was made by Kat, the admin, for London's Fallen. Stealing or adapting in any way will result in frowny faces and tutting.