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Name: He doesn't know. But he calls himself Chain.
Age: 17ish. Somewhere round there.
Gender: Male
Personality: Relenting, Obedient, Submissive, Depressed/Pessimistic, Chain is like a beaten lap dog. He won't refuse a request by anybody, regardless of what they are asking or who they even are. He rarely speaks, unless either told to or when he feels that speaking is best, and his body language is always closed. He will crack a smile here or there if a joke is made, or if someone is actually caring about him, but most of the time a sobered look rests upon his face, like he just lost everything. Only when pushed to the limit of frusteration -and that is when somebody either talks to him waay too much or they refuse to punish him - he will lash out in anger, rage, with vengeful eyes. He doesn't understand why he does this at all, and sometimes even questions why he lets others tell him what to do. Those thoughts, again for some reason, are quickly destroyed in his mind.
Attributes: Doesn't need to eat or drink practically anything, which is odd. Its as if he is used to starvation. He also knows how to fend for himself if no one is around, and is very self sufficient. He is extremely reliable, dependable and can be quite resourceful.
Weaknesses: Is used to people telling him what to do, and can become extremely stressed or confused if they don't. Has a fear of whips, lightning and dogs.
Relatives/Relationships: He can't remember anything, but for some reason every time he thinks of them, he becomes even more relenting. As if he doesn't want to remember
Crush: As of right now, nobody.
Companions: He doesn't know which Companion would want him, he is useless.
Character's Journal:
... I didn't understand at first that I was to use this. I mean, for some reason I just feel wrong with the ability to speak my mind and thoughts through writing. But that is the main problem: I can't remember a thing. I remember a gorgeous field - that word to me sounds overused, and yet forbidden and sacred - and nothing else. I do not remember who I even am, or my name. It is odd, that if someone forgets their name, it almost seems like their entire identity has been stolen. That is my case. I don't get it, I'm alone, scared, and somewhere that looks unfamiliar. But then again, even I look unfamiliar to myself. An oxymoron it seems. I don't know, I still feel a bit cautious writing all of this down, as if I feel like somebody will steal this from me. I must keep this journal safe, as it is the only thing I seem to own. Funny thing, ownership. I have a feeling, just as before, that me owning something is forbidden, and that I will be punished for it. I nearly left it where I found it, along with the chains. Yes, chains. They are attached to my wrist, well, at least the cuffs are and a few links. I don't get it. Why? Who? Where? Questions so odd to me are being asked. And I fear I won't find the answer...