camisado- panic! at the disco. hoax - taylor swift. echoes of you - marianas trench. dirty laundry - all time low. linger - the cranberries. the light behind your eyes - my chemical romance. don't mind me - walking on cars. last of the real ones - fall out boy. guiltless - dodie.
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NICKNAMESXX sor
AGEXX deceased at 20, now 27
SEXUALITYXX pansexual, male preference
NATIONALITYXX all american, as far as he's aware
ROLEX ghost
HEXXX #4d5676
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Soren has the abilities of invisibility and telekinesis. His control of both is largely linked to his emotions; when he gets overwhelmed or upset, he completely loses control of them both and finds himself flickering in and out of sight, causing lights to flicker, and resulting in objects hovering and sometimes flying around the room. And considering his total amnesia... well, the two donât mix very well. When heâs actively trying to move objects, he can usually only move objects weighing under a kilogram and can hold his invisibility for about twenty minutes. But when heâs upset and loses all control, heâs lifted objects that weigh about five kilograms with ease.
Soren can remember bits and pieces from his old life, but for the most part his memories are gone. He can remember his name, where he used to live, a handful of childhood memories... but it ends there. For some reason, though, the name Markus Vasco has been stuck in his head the whole time, and he know he needs to find whoever this Markus is and why he was so important to Soren.
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H E I G H TXANDXB U I L D: 6â2â, slim
Soren is the type of person that makes most people do a double take. Between his height, his bright blue hair, and his dress sense, he draws attention to himself, and he likes that. Since he was sixteen, heâs been dying his hair bright colours, but blue is one colour he always came back to. The style now is similar to how he wore it when he was alive, but his hair is longer now and heâs shaved the left side even tighter than it was then. Heâs pretty much always found wearing black eyeliner to draw attention to his piercing blue eyes, sometimes accompanying it with eyeshadow if he really wants a dramatic effect. He got his tongue pierced in an act of rebellion the day he moved out of his childhood home, and heâs collected an assortment of piercings and tattoos since. Heâs got an industrial piercing and three lobe piercings in his left ear, while having two helix piercings, his tragus, his daith, and three lobe piercings in his right. His first tattoo was a simple one, just simple text on his right wrist. After that, he quickly collected more. A butterfly on the back of his left arm, just above the elbow; an arrow on his left wrist, and a moon on the right side of his ribs. his most distinctive tattoo is the co-ordinates of his first apartment on his neck, one he got to commemorate the first place he'd felt truly safe. He's got a number of scars, most notably a number of small burn scars on his right wrist, an inch or two below his tattoo, and a scar on his eyebrow from having a glass bottle thrown at him.
Sorenâs style is undoubtedly influenced by the rock and emo influences of his teenage years, but in the year or two before his death, his style had begun to mature, shift into something a bit different. He embraced color and patterns and even sequins, one of his favourite items of clothing becoming a silver faux leather jacket. Heâs one of those people that always seems slightly overdressed and always seems to pull it off, even when they really shouldnât. Heâs also known to prioritise fashion over practicality, and his teenage friends were used to him having to borrow layers or refusing to take off his jacket because it was part of his look.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y:
Growing up, Soren was that kid that everyone knew was putting on an act. His home life sucked, and even he couldnât keep that a secret. But he put on a front to make everyone else try and believe he was fine, and most people pretended to believe that. Even when he got out of his shitty situation, he still always had on the big, slightly over the top showman front. This was probably one of the things that got him noticed, though. He was charismatic and funny and witty, and always seemed to know exactly what to say to get a smile or a reaction out of anyone. His witty, honest, but never cruel commentary, first in his blog and later in YouTube videos was popular and got him noticed.
Music is and always has been an escape for Soren, and god knows, he had plenty to escape at times. There were usually only two people in the whole world that Soren would talk to about what was going on in his head, and frankly, there were plenty of times when he felt he couldnât even really talk to them either. Fear consumed so much of Sorenâs days for so long that he struggled to get out of the mindset where he didnât have to be afraid. Even after he moved out, he had days where he couldnât talk to anyone and so would just put on his favourite album as loud as he could and try and get through the day.
But despite all of the shit he was dealing with, Soren always tried to be there for everyone around him. He wanted to be that person that people could rely on- but life just always got in the way for him. He always tried but several times, something would happen or he would crash and heâd let someone down. The constant pattern of making promises he fully intended to keep, and then not being able to keep them wore Soren down, to the point where he just wouldnât make promises. He would do everything he could to help, but he never made promises.
Anger ran in Sorenâs family, along with a litany of other issues, and it was one trait that Soren did inherit from his father. When Soren is hurt, emotionally or physically, he lashes out. He says things he doesnât mean in the hope that people will just leave him alone to hurt in peace, even if thatâs the complete opposite of what he wants. Soren doesnât get angry often, but when he does, it is a white hot anger that burns and burns and threatens to cut away everything he loves if he doesnât keep it in check. It was this anger and hurt that led to him lashing out at Markus and saying those things, things that he regretted the minute they left his mouth and for the rest of his short life. Now, he has an urgent feeling that he needs to make something right, but he has no idea what.
Q U I R K SXA N DXO D D I T I E S:
he only smokes when acutely stressed, but always says that he's trying to give them up, despite never making any progress. - he always has at least one pair of headphones on his person and frequently more. - the smell of whiskey makes him acutely nauseous and makes him anxious. this has remained even since he's come back, and one of the only memories he has regained is that of having a whiskey bottle thrown at him.
F E A R S:
his deepest fear is becoming either of his parents. he's also terrified of spiders and of enclosed spaces.
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Sorenâs mother was only sixteen when she found out she was pregnant. Her religious family insisted that she marry the father, and at the time, it didnât seem like a feasible option for her to stay in school. Sorenâs father had already left school at that point to take up a decent job in a local factory. While it wasnât the most orthodox of beginnings, there wasnât anything explicitly unhappy about it either. They got by, the three of them. Or, at least, they did for the first five years. Until Sorenâs mother met the new love of her life and began the first affair. For the next three years, there were always different men around the house while her husband was at work, and Soren was sworn to secrecy. Soren was eight when his father lost his job abruptly. His mother kept up the affairs, but it was harder to do so, and eventually, he found out. He lashed out at her, and the next day, she had packed her bags and left. She had never even considered taking Soren with her.
For a while, they managed, just the two of them. But his father had developed an alcohol problem, which, when combined with his anger problems, lead to physical and emotional abuse. Soren knew how to hide it, how to cover it up. He knew how to put on the brave face and the sunshine act so nobody would notice. But he could only hide the bruises for so long. The first people to find out were his best friends. It was by accident, his sleeve just slipping up a little too far when they were hanging out and revealing the fingerprint marks and the cigarette burn. He pulled it down, but they had noticed. Soren ended up spending more and more time at their houses, only going back when he absolutely had to. Even as he got older and even taller than his father, he never had the strength to be able to fight back properly. If he mistimed going home, he would get hell from his father, but he also got better at knowing when was safe and when wasnât. He was working two jobs and stashing away his tips, keeping them in Markusâ house so he knew his father would never find them, and lying to his father that he didnât get to keep his tips. His father never saw through the lie, and to this day, Soren has no idea how.
The blog started as an escape from his life, something that was just a way of channeling his passions. But it picked up popularity and became more popular than Soren had expected. He even started to earn a little bit of money from it. Enough that, when he graduated, he told his father where to shove it, and began renting a small one-bedroom apartment downtown. He still had to work full time as a barista, but he invested in a decent camera set-up and started doing YouTube videos as well. Eventually, he was able to quit his job and move to blogging and interviewing full time.
Dating had never really been a priority for Soren growing up. He'd known it would be impossible to let anyone into his life like that, so he just never really dated anyone. He'd repressed any feelings towards guys out of fear and told himself he was imagining it or that whatever it was, it wasn't actual attraction. So when he was living by himself and finally able to start to figure things out, it took him a while to realise that not only was he attracted to guys, but he tended to be attracted to guys more than to girls. Even in his new, safe environment, it took him a while to come to terms with it, and so he only officially came out at nineteen. Markus and Erin had known for a little while longer as he'd tried to figure the whole thing out. He also realised he'd been suppressing a crush on Markus for the past few years, but had never been able to acknowledge it and then just had written off the feelings as them being extremely close.
It seemed that they were inseparable, no matter what. Until that fateful night. Everyone had had a little bit too much to drink. If you asked, nobody was even quite sure what the argument started over. It was likely something insignificant, but it was enough for Soren to get really angry. The argument was short, but harsh, with both of them throwing insults. Eventually, Soren stormed out and called a taxi. The minute Soren got into the car, he wanted to go back and apologise. But his pride stopped him.
The drunk driver didn't even see their car. Both drivers survived, but the impact killed Soren almost instantly. His family organised the funeral, but neither of his parents showed up. When he woke up in an empty apartment that he didn't recognise, he couldn't remember much more than his name and the name of his best friend. A handful of memories, mostly of his childhood, have come back since, but most of it is still very hazy.