|{Full Name}|
Alistair DeGari
{"Short De, long Gaari"}
|{Nickname}|
Ali
{"I answer to pretty much anything anyway"}
|{Age||Birthday}|
19||Feb 12
{"I'm probably wont be here that long so I'm not counting"}
|{Ethnicity}|
Italian
{" I am not that guy from that show"}
|{Sexuality}|
Pansexual/Omnisexual
{"I've been alone for a long time so I'm pretty much open to anything, wow that sounds so desperate"}
|{Disorder}|
Depression
{“I don't see the point of talking about it, so don't even try”}
Alistair DeGari
{"Short De, long Gaari"}
|{Nickname}|
Ali
{"I answer to pretty much anything anyway"}
|{Age||Birthday}|
19||Feb 12
{"I'm probably wont be here that long so I'm not counting"}
|{Ethnicity}|
Italian
{" I am not that guy from that show"}
|{Sexuality}|
Pansexual/Omnisexual
{"I've been alone for a long time so I'm pretty much open to anything, wow that sounds so desperate"}
|{Disorder}|
Depression
{“I don't see the point of talking about it, so don't even try”}
|{Personality}|
{Reserved | Caring | Private | Jaded l Loyal}
" I suppose if you can find me in a good enough mood I'm a good person to be around. I would push another person out of the way of danger if I feel that it was needed. I enjoy the company of others as well as time to myself. Even though I'm never really alone. I'm loyal to people that need my help or advise I will gladly giving it to them. I suppose since everything started I just haven't felt motivated to do anything. What's the point? I mean really. Even if you try something to make other people happy, they shut you down in a second. Nothing is ever good enough! No matter how hard you try...My advice? Just give up, stop trying."
|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
▪ He always has a look of thought on his face, like he is planning something all the time
▪ He plays with his hair when he stressed
▪ Taps his legs when his is thinking/ distracted
|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
⚘Ali can play the piano very well, although he doesn't like to admit it, he also sings but that is very rare⚘
⚘Ali is able to hide things very easily, sharp objects, pills, you name it Ali can hide it⚘
|{Flaws || Weakness}|
⚘His temper tends to get the best of him especially if the staff have been on his back for a while annoying him⚘
⚘His crippling nightmares and flashbacks cause him to stay awake most of the time only sleeping when he absolutely needs it⚘
⚘He curses and mutters in Italian, often forgetting where he is⚘
|{Fears}|
ø Rejection ø
ø Small spaces ø
|{Secrets}|
✤He is terrified of getting close to anyone, mainly fearing that he will harm them. Making him isolated and alone.✤
✤He has a fear of enclosed spaces and will attempt everything he can to avoid going into one✤
l{Hair/Eye Colour}l
Deep Brown and spiky/ Ice Blue eyes
l{Height/Weight}l
6'4"l 190 lbs
|{Style}|
Ali tends to wear smart casual clothes, that give him a modern style. He wears long sleeved shirts that hide his scarred arms he prefers to wear jeans than trousers since it's more of a comfort thing.
|{Skin Tone}|
His skin is tanned lightly naturally but it looks like he has spent a good amount of time in the sun.
|{Body Type}|
He is tall and intimidating, he is very muscular especially in his top half his chest is like rock and his abs are almost solid.
Specialties | Talents:
Ali is strong so can fight off the staff, most times anyway. He can hide things very well mainly in hidden compartments in his clothes that look like folds.
|{Likes}|
|▲Summer|▲Watching the stars|▲Music|▲Being Alone|▲Italian Food|▲Exercising|▲The smell of Rain|▲Reading|▲Writing|▲Painting|▲Playing Piano l
|{Dislikes}|
|▼Pressure|▼Sleeping|▼ Stressful situations|▼Crowds|▼Talking about his problems l
Ali is strong so can fight off the staff, most times anyway. He can hide things very well mainly in hidden compartments in his clothes that look like folds.
|{Likes}|
|▲Summer|▲Watching the stars|▲Music|▲Being Alone|▲Italian Food|▲Exercising|▲The smell of Rain|▲Reading|▲Writing|▲Painting|▲Playing Piano l
|{Dislikes}|
|▼Pressure|▼Sleeping|▼ Stressful situations|▼Crowds|▼Talking about his problems l
|{History}|
Ali had a normal life, he was happy but around the time when he reached 17 he just didn't care anymore. He realised that everything he did wasn't appreciated, not by his parents not by his school no by anyone. So he stopped going to school and spent most of his days sitting in the park or staying at home in his room. He started to cut then only the smallest cuts that looked like dots really. They eased the pain of being ignored by everybody, if everyone was going to ignore him and pretend he didn't exist he would make sure they knew he was gone. He overdosed on sleeping pills but was found in the nick of time before he could die, yet again he parents blamed him for being stupid and young and following the crowd. He stopped for a while hardly cutting unless something deeply upset him. But again he couldn't see the point of doing anything, he locked himself in his room for weeks, hardly talking and shutting him self off from the outside world, yet again no one seemed to care.
his second suicide attempt didn't go as planned either he can still remember the cold water stinging his skin as he pulled his head under, his arms cut with a breadknife he had bought and hidden. He was so close he could feel every bit of pain he felt edging away from him. His parents decided that going to Cherry Oakes was the best plan since they couldn't help him.
He still cuts himself, cutting on places that the staff don't think to check, like feet and thighs. He doesn't want to stay here and he has made his point to the staff getting into heated arguments and threats that often leave him to be restrained.
One day it'll end...but how? Rope, Knife, Pill, Leap?
Ali had a normal life, he was happy but around the time when he reached 17 he just didn't care anymore. He realised that everything he did wasn't appreciated, not by his parents not by his school no by anyone. So he stopped going to school and spent most of his days sitting in the park or staying at home in his room. He started to cut then only the smallest cuts that looked like dots really. They eased the pain of being ignored by everybody, if everyone was going to ignore him and pretend he didn't exist he would make sure they knew he was gone. He overdosed on sleeping pills but was found in the nick of time before he could die, yet again he parents blamed him for being stupid and young and following the crowd. He stopped for a while hardly cutting unless something deeply upset him. But again he couldn't see the point of doing anything, he locked himself in his room for weeks, hardly talking and shutting him self off from the outside world, yet again no one seemed to care.
his second suicide attempt didn't go as planned either he can still remember the cold water stinging his skin as he pulled his head under, his arms cut with a breadknife he had bought and hidden. He was so close he could feel every bit of pain he felt edging away from him. His parents decided that going to Cherry Oakes was the best plan since they couldn't help him.
He still cuts himself, cutting on places that the staff don't think to check, like feet and thighs. He doesn't want to stay here and he has made his point to the staff getting into heated arguments and threats that often leave him to be restrained.
One day it'll end...but how? Rope, Knife, Pill, Leap?
