Description
NAME: Tyler Hadden
AGE: 17
SEX: Gender Fluid (Biologically female, prefers male pronouns, accepts either. I will be using male pronouns.)
OCCUPATION or GRADE/COLLEGE YEAR: Junior (11)
HT/WT: 5'6", 112 lbs.
PHYSICAL DESC.: Slightly wide hips and ribs (bone structure) with slight muscle definition in the biceps, forearms, calves, and abs. Roundness in the cheeks and jaw, but with a line defining the cheeks on either side. Several places along his body share this description, including the hips, either side of the abdominal muscles, etc. Blue eyes that are often striking or distracting. He dislikes this feature. Hair is slightly unruly and has a natural curl to it. At regular intervals he cuts it in the same short style. Often wears hats to help hold down the fuzz. He wears loosely fitting clothes that don't billow too much. His favorite outfit is a pair of dark grey jeans that were skinny jeans for a taller male, and give him room to move without billowing. With the jeans he wears T shirts depending on how he feels that day. Along with that usually come a hoodie and a large jacket over that, since he hates the cold.
PERSONALITY: Quiet and thoughtful, he prefers puzzling out problems on his own and then presenting his findings and attempting to lead once he's worked out the possibilities. He has manic periods of happy sociability, often followed by lengthy periods of attempting to puzzle out inane riddles in solitude.
Strengths and skills: Puzzle solving skills, decent strength, good sprinting speed, black belt in general mixed martial arts, quick reaction speed, flexible, recreationally free-runs.
Weaknesses and fears: Social logic inabilities, stubbornness, possibility of "Shutting down," when over stimulated, low stamina, highly touch-defensive, floats between normal, anxious, and emptiness, small stuttering problem.
The day Tyler fell asleep, he was at a theater rehearsal. They'd been given a short break between scenes, and Tyler was taking the time to nap. He'd tried to speak with the other cast members, but no one had seemed to want to carry on a conversation. They either wanted to talk about inane things or they just didn't want to talk to him specifically. He curled on a bench prop, his utility bag over his shoulder. It crossed from his left shoulder to the right side of his waist, and the bag itself nestled into the small of his back. He usually held a book, a small sketchbook, pens and pencils, and other handy things in the bag. Today there were a few extra things, a granola bar for later, his little first aid kit, and his keys. Other than the bag, his hoodie and his USMC patrol jacket were curled around his body, and his hat, an Army patrol cap sat on his head. His glasses were gripped tightly in his hand.