Aaron Mitchell Bradbury
Nicknames:
Ari
Age:
Eighteen
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Species:
Human/Dreamer
Title:
The Joker
Well liked by many, Aaron never struggled when it came to making friends. He had all the friends he could ever wish for, but were the people in his life truly his friends or did they just stick around for his jokes and easy going personality? He can't help but feel that most of his friends are fake, they all act like he's a child that has yet to grow up and one even went as far as to tell him 'you're never going to amount to anything', which of course, was a sore spot for the boy. He always worried about living a meaningless life where he would live for a bit, then die only to be forgotten a few years down the line. He wondered if anyone would even show up to his funeral when he died, or if his "friends" would be too busy with their own lives. He longs for a life full of meaning and importance, but of course he would never admit such a thing out loud. Everyone around him sees him as a Prankster, someone who will make them laugh and entertain them but then go on to mean nothing to them. It's his job, he believes, to be the one to make everyone smile and laugh, while he's secretly beginning to hate who he is. His old friend group that he used to spend his summers with, exploring the forest down the street of their neighborhood, even saw him as nothing more than the joker he was. At least that's what he believed. To him, they saw him as nothing more than an entertainer. The daredevil who would do dangerous stunts to put on a show. The boy who would do anything to win a laugh out of them. But not a single one of his friends has ever tried to get to know the real him. They only allowed him to tag along for the dumb shit he would do to make them laugh. He meant nothing to them. Which was why it didn't really make a difference when his friends started to talk less. He just went back to the way things used to be before he met them, charming his way into friend groups and being funny enough for them to let him stick around. Everything was normal, that is, until the nightmares started that featured a certain creature that he could remember from his childhood spent in the forest. When the nightmares didn't go away after weeks of repetition, he finally confronted the other five of his childhood friends who admitted they were having very similar nightmares. Returning to the forest they called home during their childhood summers, they weren't anywhere near prepared for what awaited them there.
β₯ Making people laugh|| This is the only things he's good for, in his opinion and in the opinion of others as well. He's a good laugh, but nothing more than that.
β₯ Stories || He enjoys hearing the stories of others, the types of stories that they wouldn't dare share with anyone else. Everyone has their own unique story and that always perked his interest.
Dislikes:
β Loneliness
β Feeling Weak
Fears:
β Small Spaces
β The Forest at Night
Skills:
βͺ Romantic
βͺ Funny
βͺ Daredevil
βͺ Risk taker
βͺ Reckless
βͺ Selfless
Deficits:
β Fidgety
β Paranoid
β Restless
β Competitive
Distinguishing Marks:
- Rose tattoo on his wrist that he got done in some small town bar by a biker
- Scars on his thighs from self harm that no one knows about
This young man does not take life seriously. A mercurial type, friendly, flirty, but unreliable, he is both well liked by many, and trusted by very few. Few think he will amount to anything...secretly he's inclined to believe them. Deep inside he longs for the time when everything was so filled with importance and meaning, but he wouldn't like to admit to it. He wants his life to mean something, but fears it's too late to live a meaningful life. Even at the age of eighteen, he feels hopeless and so he acts recklessly, not caring what happens to him. He hides his scars (inner and outer) behind smirks and sarcastic remarks. He can be a very charming young man, but he can also be ruthless and rude when he's in a bad mood. He has a temper to him, so I wouldn't suggest upsetting him.