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Reno Sol

"Y'know, I don't give a fuck."

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a character in “Never Say Normal”, as played by poeticjustice8012

Description

Reno Sol
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Role
Student

ā€œDo I look like a teacher to you?ā€


Gender
Male

ā€œNo, Iā€™m not going to prove it to youā€¦ Perv.ā€


Age
17

ā€œNot getting any younger here.ā€


Personality
Rude, Cold, sarcastic, arrogant, aggressive, lazy. Reno isnā€™t exactly the most popular guy around, but since when has that worried him? In fact, you could say that the fewer people that like him the better, because then that means there are less people to get in his wayā€¦ And less things to hit when his temper gets out of control. Even though it might not look like it, Reno can be quite cold and calculating about every action he does, and while that isnā€™t exactly his policy in life, he certainly does have a sort of carelessness for others that makes it clear that heā€™s looking out for number one; and that isnā€™t, by any definition of the word, you.

Rude
Letā€™s just say that Reno will say the first thing that comes to mind, and the more impolite it is, the more likely he is to say it again and again. He isnā€™t the kind of guy to carefully choose his words, picking them to be politically correct. He can come off as a bigot, even a little racist and sexist at times (though he really isnā€™tā€”heā€™s just not that worried about anything he says) and when you happen to point it out heā€™ll probably just insult you a few more times. Get it? He doesnā€™t give a shit about what you think about him, or else do you really think heā€™d be that rude?... Ok, maybe youā€™re just an idiot thatā€™s wasting his time. Heā€™s not cool with that. Heā€™ll use his words to make you cry and then kick you when youā€™re done. It doesnā€™t matter.

Cold
Reno doesnā€™t want your friendship. He doesnā€™t have some tragically dark past that needs to be solved, some strange family murder thatā€™s been the cause of all his problems. Trust me, his many therapists havenā€™t been able to figure him out, so why should you? Heā€™s a bad kid, through and through, so no, he doesnā€™t want you anywhere near him. He doesnā€™t care if he dies alone. In fact, heā€™d welcome it. Because then he wouldnā€™t have to actually worry about you. Because, geez, worrying about people is useless and takes up time better spent just insulting others. Get the picture?

Sarcastic
Oh, no, Reno is just absolutely a doll. He loves holding doors open for girls, and making sure that babies are fed at night, and helping little kids tie their shoes. Heā€™s absolutely the most charming boy youā€™ll ever meet, with manners that just canā€™t be faulted. Heā€™s totally in love with himself and he absolutely loves everybody else, because everybody deserves to be loved. Heā€™s the first guy to volunteer to help and he never does half-assed works, always doing his best. Ok, you get the point? Sarcasm oozes out of Reno like water from a sponge. Heā€™s the kind of guy who uses sarcasm without even noticing it. In fact, heā€™s most fluent in sarcasm, his other languages being vulgarity, swearing, and rudeness.

Arrogant/Aggressive
These two actually go hand in hand when it comes to Reno. He walks around like the world revolves around him (which is does, just so you know) and he doesnā€™t really care what you say about him because it doesnā€™t matter. The only thing that matters? Yep, you guessed it: him. That being said, heā€™s not above throwing a few punches and kicking a few asses to get his point across. When it comes down to it, he can be brutal, fighting dirty and using every trick in the book. It doesnā€™t matter, as long as he wins. Because, after all, heā€™s the one creating the rules so he technically never breaks them. Itā€™s not his fault you have morals and ethics. After all, those are things that just hold you back. Heā€™s a jerk. Heā€™s an asshole. He has an ego thatā€™s bigger than the universe itself. And he doesnā€™t give a fuck.

Lazy
That being said, he does have one good quality: he doesnā€™t actively seek fights or other people. In fact, heā€™d be fine if the world blew up and he was left in a little bunker, as long as there was enough food and supplies and stuff like that. Reno enjoys sitting on his ass and doing nothing all day, ignoring other people and the world around him. Heā€™s really just careless, sitting down in some plain bizarre places, occasionally to see what another personā€™s reaction might be. The only time heā€™ll do something is when it directly benefits him, and soon. He doesnā€™t really do the whole ā€œwait for good thingsā€ kind of thing. He wants something, heā€™s going to get it now. And god help whoever happens to get in his way.

ā€œIā€™m an asshole and I know it~ā€


Why Youā€™re Here
Reno actually asked to be admitted, believe it or not. He knows he has problems. Thatā€™s not the issue. The issue is that, despite multiple attempts and pretty much every method in and out of the book, he just canā€™t seem to be able to control himself. From his kleptomania making him a thief in every story, to his insomnia creating intense laziness, itā€™s all just working against him. And his anger. Oh god, the worst problem of them all. If it werenā€™t for the anger issues, he might of tried sticking it out, but the truth isā€¦ Reno was sick of hurting the people close to him. If being an asshole and generally an unlikeable person didnā€™t work, then he would lock himself up, if just to stop himself from having to see the look on his parentā€™s facesā€¦ The looks of disappoint on all their facesā€¦ It was unbearable. So yeah, Reno requested admittance himself.

Disorders/Disabilities
Reno has a very strong form of insomnia that he can only control with medication. Itā€™s not getting better anytime soon, and because the medicine is usually too expensive he usually just goes without sleep. Because of his insomnia heā€™s constantly annoyed and can usually be found trying to take a ā€œnapā€ā€”that is, resting somewhere with his eyes closed and looking like he could be asleepā€¦ Except for the fact that heā€™s not, but that doesnā€™t really matter. He conserves energy and thatā€™s all that he really cares about.

Heā€™s also a kleptomaniac, which means heā€™ll steal things randomly and for no reason, usually things with little or no value except to him. This means practically anything he can fit in his pockets, and even then youā€™d be surprised. Reno knows the meaning of ā€œpersonal belongsā€ and ā€œownershipā€, but that doesnā€™t mean he cares about them. Heā€™s gotten quite good at stealing things, but usually he only does so when his kleptomania kicks in and decides that he must have this one thing or else heā€™s going to die. If heā€™s caught and told to return something he might actually pitch a fit, though usually itā€™s just him getting really pissed off and pretending like he didnā€™t want it in the first place.

Reno has also been labeled as someone with ā€œanger issuesā€ and a slightly narcissistic personality. That is, not only does he have a short fuse and will often fly off the handle at the most ridiculous of things, he also doesnā€™t give a crap about what you think and believes that the sun shines out of his ass. He doesnā€™t just think that heā€™s the most important thing in the world: he knows it. Nothing could be more important, smart, attractive, and downright amazing than him. As you can imagine, this does not go very well with his anger management issues.

ā€I have my problems. But Iā€™m still the best thing out there.ā€


Classes
"A"
Wake-Up Call - 5:30
Breakfast - 6:30-7:30
P.E - 7:35-8:20
Psychology - 825-920
Math - 9:25-1020
English - 10:25-11:15
Lunch - 11:20-12:15
History - 12:20-1:15
Science - 1:20-2:15
Economics/Government - 2:20-3:15
Group Therapy (Sev) - 4:20-5:15
Dinner - 6:00-7:00
Freetime - 7:05-8:55
Bedtime - 9:00-9:30
Lights Out - 9:30


Nicknames
Ren, Klepto, Lazy, Asshole.

History
Reno was born into a middle-class family, with two parents, a younger sister on the way (well, in a few years), and a beloved pet dog named Mike. Maybe not your most creative kind of family, but they worked. In fact, they were perfectly happy together, and so was Reno, growing up in a loving family and feeling like he could tackle anything. In fact, the day his younger sister, Eliza, was born was maybe the best day in Renoā€™s life. He was an older brother! Big! Important! He had to make sure she grew up into a beautiful lady, and even then heā€™d protect her. So no, nothing was wrong with Renoā€™s childhood. In fact, you could probably not find a much better one.

And then, when he was in third grade, his insomnia started. That alone wasnā€™t that bad, actually, and with some medication and a change in the schedule that he lived with, he could cope. But his kleptomania sent him to the principalā€™s office three times in as many weeks, and his parents were starting to run out of ideas of how to handle their son, eventually pulling him out of school and deciding he could learn at home well enough. His education didnā€™t suffer, per say, but he lost most of his social skills in those years, becoming awkward and eventually resorting to insulting people to keep them away, rather than embarrassing himself by showing how incompetent he was with others.

When he was thirteen, his beloved pet dog died. No, it didnā€™t die from old age like youā€™d think. It died because he decided it would be a good idea to hijack his fatherā€™s golf cart, accidently let the dog out, and wasnā€™t able to stop in time. Traumatizing? Yes. Thatā€™s a good way of putting it. Afterwards, his parents brought him to a therapist every week, but things just kept getting worse. He had these terrible issues with anger, flying off the handle at almost anything. He didnā€™t want to be close to anyone, not even his ten-year old sister whom he loved more than anything else. He stole things for fun, instead of his kleptomania. He couldnā€™t sleep without medication, most nights, and rarely slept anyway.

In a last-ditch attempt, his parents sent him to a military academy when he was sixteen, thinking that the strict discipline and forced social contact might be good with him. It wasnā€™t. He got into fights daily, was hated by almost everyone there, and generally acted like an asshole to anyone and everything. His superiors constantly chastised him for being so difficult, and once the school year was over he was sent home with a very clear message: he would not be invited back for the next school year. Reno couldnā€™t care less. He didnā€™t give two flying fucks about what others thought. It was his parents that worried him, making him wonder if he was some kind of monster and the other kids were right.

It was then that Eliza found him, hiding up in his room, and told him that everything would be all right. But no, Reno knew, things would not be ā€œall rightā€. Flying off the handle, worse than ever before, he attacked her. Things went red. There was blood on the wall. What happened? He doesnā€™t know. He doesnā€™t remember. He doesnā€™t want to remember.

Right after his seventeenth birthday, his sister in the hospital, he requested admittance into the school.


Likes/Dislikes

+Annoying Others
+Being Alone
+Being An Asshole
+Good Books (He has a soft spot for old-fashion fantasy like ā€œLord of the Ringsā€)
+Relaxing/Sleeping

-Being Annoyed
-Large Crowds of (Stupid) People
-People Bothering Him
-Bad Books (Romances, cheesy things)
-Getting close to others


Other
TBA
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So begins...

Reno Sol's Story

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Olivia Thorn


A roughness within the wooden chair that Olivia Thorn sat upon made her frown as she shuffled to try and be comfortable to no avail. There were only a small number of other individuals such as her sat on similar chairs within a hall, they seemed pretty wacky, there was a kid dressed up as a comic book hero for Christā€™s sake, did he make that outfit himself or something?

Positioned near the right a few rows from the back of the room a voice boomed over them, a voice Olivia found disturbingly pointless, it was of course the principles as he barked on about the school she had found herself enrolled in. If anything Olivia would have chosen to avoid this place, the new walls, new seats, new people, new everything, it shook her a little as she blew deep breaths to keep calm. New places were not something Olivia could deal with, that was because she suffered from general adaptation syndrome, a hazard of a nuisance. She wouldnā€™t let anyone know she was struggling though, that was her problem alone.

Sitting back she scanned the people around her muffling out a quick impulse of laughter as the comic book kid announced himself as ā€˜the maskā€™ of all things possible. Why on earth would someone do that? Olivia mused over the thought smirking as she gazed around the other students her eyes looking out for potential future victims to her devious spying. Her eyes frowned slightly when she overheard the pink haired boy talking, with every few paragraphs he seemed to talk like a different person, it was strange and it shocked her slightly. Olivia knew the school was for problem youths, but she hadnā€™t really prepared herself for meeting others with serious psychological problems. This was going to be a new experience, what was up with each of the people here? They must all have their own secrets, stories, morals; she wondered what she may discover amongst such a new flock with a new eagerness.

The silver haired male did not look too pleased with the comic book kidā€™s gesture of welcome which attracted her attention within the crowd as some left for their dorms; Olivia figured that was where they were going anyway. The kid was seriously overplaying it with his manners, did he always talk that? What interested her however, was the look on the silver haired oneā€™s face, he was agitated instantly, meaning he was probably someone easy to anger. A devilish grin spread across her lips as she made a mental note, definite easy target to annoy when bored.

When silver hair responded with "Listen, The Idiot, I'm not going to help someone who can't follow the crowd and figure out for his own self where a couple of dorm rooms are. Especially since you look like some stupid hero cast-off from a fucking comic book from the fuckass fifties. So unless you have a better idea of what the hell you're doing, then leave me the fuck alone." something triggered within Olivia that suddenly made her burst out loud laughing as she looked at the pair quite obviously.

His insult really was pretty accurate to the comic book kids appearance but his nickname of ā€˜the idiotā€™ amused her greatly.

ā€œSuch pleasant greetingsā€ she spoke up in a light toned voice yet loud enough to leave a small echo within the hall they were in. Letting out a few more laughs she stood up without any explanation only to have that comic book kid fall over a chair right infront of her. It was hard not to raise an eyebrow with the surprise, it was the oncoming laughter that she struggled to hold back moving a hand to her mouth in order to fiegn it off, she really shouldn't laugh at clumsiness. 'The mask' soon darted out of the door however leaving that grizzly silver haired boy alone, probably something he prefered by the look of him. Grizzly, yes, that suited what of his personality she had seen already already, maybe it would annoy him too? She would have to find out later anyhow.

Looking around she felt her palms grow clammy, this place was alien to her, new territory, she didn't yet know of its in's and out's, or where the doorms were for that matter. Catching a final glimpse of comic book kid as he just left the room she made a quick decision, annoying grizzly can come later, though it was definietly something she was going to do, she needed a pass time of course.
Nimbly making her way out of the clash of chairs due to 'the mask's' fall Olivia darted after him being sure to keep a good pace back so as not to be noticed as she took in everything her eyes scanned, her hands clenching into fists as her heart rose. She did not like being alone in new environments, she needed something familiar at least, anything, she looked back at the purple suitcase she dragged behind her for a second, it was little comfort as she rarely used it.

Eventually her plan came to success, following comic book kid lead her right to the doorms, though the hallway looked errily long to her, every step took determination. She came here to get over those stupid nightmares, this stupid adaption syndrome, she had to suck it in and deal with it whether she wanted too or not. Comic book kid ran to knock on some door, maybe it was his though why would he knock? Olivia took a deep breath and forced herself to take a step forward, it was difficult but steadily breathing tended to help. Her suitcase made an odd rattle its hinges a tad rusted as she moved down the hall at a rather slow pace.

"Just another few steps Liv, you can do this, there you go, now one more"
she mentally tried to encourage herself.

Her head was directed at her feet as she moved past the two boys stood talking, one had unusual green hair, it kind of suited him though he looked a bit young, was he old enough to even be here? The other was the guy she had seen speaking before in the hall, the one with multiple personalities, what was it like to have that she wondered? Would he be easy to annoy? Or did each personality have their own likes and dislikes, did they communicate, how many can one person have, how do you know which one is the original? So many questions buzzed in her mind, she wanted to know, she wanted to know the answers to all of them. That was what made Olivia as nosey as she was, she always had questions and just wanted them answered, of course she also liked knowing things so she could put the knowledge to use especially if its a means of annoyance.

Suddenly stopping pulling her purple suitcase up to her she looked up at the two boys still clenching, then un-clenching her hand from a fist as she tried to push her syndrome to the back of her mind. "How many?" she suddenly asked the pink haired one without much background to her question "How many personalities do you have? Is it weird?" she continued unaware if she may be making him uncomfortable or not, Olivia never payed that much notice when asking questions.
Her eyes flickered back and forth between them, she wondered what the green haired kids problem was, she hadn't heard him talk much yet she had been sat too far away in the hall to listen.