{Bubble Boy} ~M~ [1/5]

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ:

"ʟ-ᴍ-ᴀ-ᴏ"

Dally Bishop

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s):

Bubble Boy

Bubbles

Funny boy

ᴀɢᴇ:

"ɪ'ᴍ ᴀɴ ᴀɢᴇ."

20

ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴀɢᴇ:

16

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:

"ᴅᴀᴍɴ, ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴇᴍɪɴɪɴᴇ?"

Male

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴs:

""ʜᴇ/ʜɪᴍ"

sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

"ᴏʜ ᴜʜᴍ, ɪ'ᴍ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ"

closeted gay

ʟᴏᴏᴋs:

ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:

a dull grey

sᴋɪɴ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:

pale white

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:

a soft amber

ʙᴏᴅʏ sʜᴀᴘᴇ:

a gentle hourglass

ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs ᴏʀ sᴄᴀʀs (ɪғ ᴀɴʏ):

he has a lot of scars along his back, and self-harm scars on his arms and thighs. he also always has bruises

ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴅɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs (ɪғ ᴀɴʏ):

none

sᴍᴏᴋɪɴɢ/ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ/ᴅʀᴜɢs?:

never/nope/he tried angel dust once

ʟɪᴋᴇs:

~making others laugh

~being away from his 'boyfriend' 

~Parties

~being alone

ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:

~crying

~the pain he hides

~self-harming

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Dally is one of those people who try to make everyone laugh when inside he's hurting badly. he tries his best to be happy around everyone he knows but the second he's alone he's a crybaby.  he always has feelings of sadness, tearfulness, emptiness and hopelessness and it takes over his life whenever he is alone, and he can never sleep.

ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ:

horrible, he's near his breaking point

ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴅɪsᴏʀᴅᴇʀs (ɪғ ᴀɴʏ):

Anxiety, clinical depression, insomnia.

ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ:

it's okay, but he's very weak.

ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅɪsᴏʀᴅᴇʀs (ɪғ ᴀɴʏ):

none

Ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ:

Harlem~father~Alive

Rayne~Mother~alive

Jayda~Little sister~Alive

Darry~Abusive boyfriend~Alive

ᴘᴏsɪᴛᴏɴ(ᴛᴏᴘ, sᴡɪᴛᴄʜ, ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ): Bottom

ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ sᴜʙᴍɪssɪᴠᴇ?: Submissive

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: he is in an abusive relationship that he refuses to get out of because he loves his boyfriend too much.

sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ: You had been one of Dally's best friends for the longest time. you knew about his abusive relationship and had tried countless times to get him out of it. one day while you were sitting at home at around 10:00 there was a knock on the door. you opened it, and Dally was starting there with tears running down his face. he looked pretty beat up- a bloody nose, a black eye, and bruises everywhere that skin could be seen under his hoodie. "Can I c-come in?" he asked shakily. 

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