⦁ Likes:
➞ Ice Hockey
➞ Coffee
➞ Video Games
➞ Classic, Psychedelic and Indie Rock
➞ 'Quality' Hip Hop/Rap
➞ Italian Food
➞ Detroit Red Wings
➞ Apocalyptic and Post-Apocalyptic movies and TV
➞ The Walking Dead
➞ Road Trips
➞ Chocolate

⦁ Dislikes:
➞ History Class
➞ Shopping Malls
➞ Summer
➞ Country, Techno, Crunkcore, Crunk, Pop-Punk, Metal, Opera Music, etc etc...
➞ Sitcoms, Hospital and Crime Dramas, Reality TV, The News
➞ Crowds
➞ Lectures
➞ Nosy People
➞ Citrus Fruits
➞ Being told what he can and can't do
➞ Movie Theaters

⦁ Phobias/Fears:
➞ Agoraphobia. Crowded places make his anxiety worse, and if he hasn't taken his Xanax he's prone to having a panic attack in such a situation.
➞ Other people leaving him, disappearing, or dying.
➞ Dying

⦁ Habits:
➞ Shaking his leg when sitting down.
➞ Pacing.
➞ Pressing his lips together when thinking.
➞ Swearing too much when overwhelmed.

⦁ Personality:

"My heart starts racing and I think 'No, not here, not now', but it happens anyways. My chest hurts and it feels like my heart is about to rip in two, I can't breath and I can't think, I feel dizzy and nauseous and hot at the same time. It feels like I'm dying, my body won't stop shaking and my skin feels numb, and I'm humiliating myself but I can't stop because I'm so afraid. People stare at me and it only gets worse, I'm afraid and they're looking at me like I'm crazy. Maybe I am, it was so long ago, I don't know why I'm still afraid, but it's like every time I'm in a crowd I can see her. Not really see her, just traces of her, where she used to be, where she should be, and I feel so fucking helpless I just...crumble."

A cocky smile plastered over a sarcastic, playful attitude is a part of him. A mess of anxious nerves, fear and guilt is also a part of him. He often comes off as a arrogant, confident in his abilities and what he can achieve, he often overestimates himself and pushes things to far. Kind and empathetic are not words that would be used to describe him, he's rather laid-back, down to Earth, but he isn't a councilor or the ideal shoulder to cry on. He has a decent grip on understanding the emotions of others, but it's nothing impressive, and he usually forms misconceptions about people instead. When it comes to socially interacting and humor, he's not far off from your average teenage boy. Often crude and blunt, he swears and can come off as aggressive when he's not harboring any feelings of actual anger, though irritation is a normal emotion for him. Teagan isn't distant nor is he a social butterfly, people are often drawn to him, though not in flocks. He also isn't one to keep contact with several people, he has a few people he would consider friends but isn't exceptionally close to any of them. He enjoys spending time with others, be it just messing around or actually doing something, thought he spends quite a fair amount of time on his own. Before high school he was more of a loner, though over time he adjusted to this extra attention, but still he's quite secretive and doesn't open up very often. Instead he speaks with jokes and sarcastic, critical observations rather than elaborating on his personal life. When you do get him talking he tends to ramble, unsure of how to put his words together until he ends on an awkward, unsure note.

On the surface he may be such, an average teenager with a modern sense of humor, but he isn't as laid-back as people often portray him to be. He's anxious, and would be terribly so if it wasn't for the medication he's on. He gets nervous easily and is also easy to frighten, especially in crowded areas, but with the help of Xanax he's able to calm down some. Still, he can be a bit jumpy and easy to panic, usually he acts brashly without much thought at all. He's prone to snapping at people when they dig too deep or strike a nerve, though he's not one with a large temper, and this is the extent of his anger. When it comes to stress and sadness he often pushes it away and pretends it doesn't exist, he doesn't cut people out but he will lie, which is easy since he often lies anyways. Teagan is also easily made guilty, as he already carries quite a bit of it, and is known for apologizing obsessively when he feels like he's at fault for something more major. Overall, when he's under strong negative emotions he is often aggressive, but it's followed by silence, avoiding the subject and taking care of the problem. When it comes to his own problems he'd ignore them completely or take care of them himself, while attempting to put humor into them, but when it comes to other people he does try and offer some decent advice - usually not being very shy about sharing his honest opinion. He would rather help someone else rather than be helped, and is actually quite clingy towards people he's become attached too. He worries about people and fears that they'll leave him, or disappear without a trace, giving him another share of stress.

Though, when it comes to strangers, he doesn't seem to care about their well-being at all. He sells pills to people and could care less what happens to them, as long as he gets the money that they owe him. He can be selfish and isn't the type to go out of his way to help just anyone. Since he avoids opening up he rarely becomes close to people so the number of others he does care for is low one, but this is a method used to protect himself. You could call him insensitive if you wish, and while that particular declaration wouldn't bother him he does care quite a lot about what people think about him. He fears humiliation, like most people, and hides away things that make him too different, things that would make him an outcast or ruin his social life. He's come a long way from being that kind that was always on his own, and plants on keeping his spot on the school's social scene, just to give him a sense of worth and security. He also hates people acting like they know everything about him, or those that give him false sympathy. He would rather deal with people being rude to him, rather than treating him with fake kindness. In short, Teagan keeps himself in layers. He shows the public the him that's laid-back, all laughs and sarcasm. Then he hides the him that's a mess of anxiety, broken emotions, guilt-ridden and insecure.

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⦁ History:

Eight years ago, cut his life span in half and you're brought to an afternoon in summer, a park with painted swings and loud children. Teagan and Evie Thorn, the younger looking up to the elder, and the elder begrudgingly spending the day with his pain of a younger sister. Their parents weren't just laid-back, they were a couple of hippies still very much in love. Before they had children they protested against deforestation, traveled to Africa and South America to help those less fortunate as a lawyer and a teacher, they smoked weed in front of their children in their typical middle-class ranch style home and said things like "Peace." and "The Establishment doesn't..." and "Boy you're trippin'.". Their children were on a long leash, but loved and cherished all the same, even if the two siblings didn't understand much of anything their parents said. The kids were like any brother and sister, they fought a lot but loved one another nevertheless. It was a day just like any other, Teagan wanting to play video games with the cool neighbor kid who was in high school now, but being forced to take his sister to the park to play instead. It was hot and they wore shorts that exposed their bandaged covered knees, Evie ran towards the other kids and Teagan went to sulk alone by the trees, despite his duty to watch over his sister. It could have been hours, or only mere minutes before the boy to grow tired of sitting around doing nothing, and he finally decided to go and join his sister and the other kids in a game. Maybe tag, or capture the flag, the thought wasn't so bad and a smile crossed his face, only to be soon wiped off in panic.

"Evie? Where's my sister‽"

The clock turns, another eight years has passed and Teagan picks out a jersey numbered twenty-six and an orange bottle of pills to sell to addicts, both new and old. Over two-thousand and twenty-one days have passed without seeing his sister's face, or hearing her voice. She would be fourteen now, starting high school. Would she be at the top of her class? Would she be a cheerleader or a member of the 'Animal Rights' club? He would never know, his parents would never know, they wouldn't watch to see her graduate or see her cut a cake with a man or woman she loved enough to share her life with. They might never know if she was taken by a murderer, or a pervert, or by some sick, lonely individual. A day hasn't past where Teagan hadn't blamed himself, no matter how often his parents tell him it's not his fault at every Christmas, every one of her birthdays, the weight still remained on his shoulders. He's gotten over the terrible panic attacks, sleepless nights, but still swallows Xanax to relieve himself of anxiety. No would would guess that a star ice hockey player would have a panic attack simply because he was stuck in a crowd. He plays ice hockey not just because it's a passion of his, because it helps him forget, clears his head and takes out the pain on others; with each victory comes a little relief, a small accomplishment. Teagan gets decent grades, he frequents parties, he doesn't smoke or drink and keeps himself at a safe place on the social ladder. He had a few brief girlfriends, even a brief boyfriend, his sexuality wasn't anything he announced, it was just there, and after reassuring his teammates that he wasn't interested in them everything returned to as it always been. Comfortably normal, with scouters already talking to him you could even say that Teagan's life is going great, and maybe it was.

"Teagan, you're going to want to sit down. We found tumors in your heart. It's rare but, you have heart cancer, I'm going to need to see you-" "Shut up, don't ever call this number again."

It was just supposed to be a fractured arm, an injury from hockey practice, no big deal. His parents were in Africa, the first time they've gone since before he was born, and they still are. The doctor should of just taken care of the arm and not have asked to take a few other tests, he should have not called him to tell him about the cancer and his heart and he shouldn't be dying at sixteen. His parents already lost one child and now he learned that he was going to leave them too, that he was going to die slowly, painfully even, to wither away right in front of their eyes. Teagan held the phone, his finger over the call button, by the call was never made. He blocked his doctors number, he takes xanax, he goes to school and goes to hockey practice, even if he has to sit out due to his fractured arm. He still sells the pills he gets from his neighbor and pushes all thoughts relating to 'Cancer' and 'Dying' away and continues on like nothing ever happened. Maybe he's stubborn, he doesn't want to abandon his dream and his life, or maybe he's afraid and doesn't want to be looked at with eyes drowning in sympathy and grief. His name is Teagan Nathanael Thorn, he shares a name with a porn star with fake tits and his initials spell out 'T.N.T'. His parents buy organic products but he's normal, a boy who's being promised scholarships for his offensive plays, a boy that hangs out with girls that wear short skirts on weekends, who hides away everything that's wrong with him and pushes it under the rug, desperately trying to keep it off the record.

⦁ Family:
➞ Charlene Thorn, Mother (45)
➞ Steven Thorn, Father (42)
➞ Evie Thorn, Sister [Missing at age 6]

⦁ Relationships: TBA

⦁ Secrets:
➞ Teagan has heart cancer, which he is hiding not only from the school and his friends, but his parents as well.
➞ He blames himself for his sister's disappearance.
➞ He takes Xanax for anxiety and sees a therapist once a month.
➞ Sells prescription pills such as Vicodin, Amytal, Adderall, Ritalin, etc. (This is known by the small handful he deals to, both inside and out of school.)

⦁ Password: Forever Moi.