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Hobbit Hole

You didn't need to say my name, ignite my circuits, start a flame; Workshop, bb.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Yonbibuns

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Reliable ✯ Aggressive ✯ Methodical ✯ Sensitive ✯ Selfless ✯ Rigid

Intense emotions. They bleed from Buck’s pores, and most of the time, it’s misinterpreted. It sifts out in violent outbursts, full of piss and vinegar. He cares a lot. More than he’d care to admit. But he doesn’t know what to do with all those feelings, because they’re so damn hard to decipher, and even harder to temper into something that isn’t full of tightened fists and cutting words. Shoving. Grabbing handfuls of shirt. As hard and tough as he’d like to make himself look, he worries about people, and it pisses him off. It might’ve been the way he was raised. A stereotypical “boys-don’t-cry, don’t be a sissy” upbringing he can’t seem to shake. Buck’s an anomaly sitting on a fence, wanting badly to see things only in black and white. He misses the point, often. Though, throughout the past five years tagging along with the group, he’s learned to suck it up and apologize. He's trying. Hard.

Screaming in someone’s face, and slamming your fist into tables, isn’t the best way to tell someone that you’re just worried that they might get hurt. It’s the only way Buck seems to know how to react to people and the things they do; caustic, always causing friction, and sulking about it later. Out of everyone, he’s possibly the hardest to get along with, though it isn’t because he doesn’t like anyone. He does. He wants to fit in. He wants people to be safe: whole, alive. For someone who dresses, and behaves like he does, he’s strict, methodical. He likes to stick to the rules, because it keeps them alive, and tends to fly off the handle whenever anyone’s just a little too reckless. A momma bear. For someone who’s just as likely to rattle your cage, he’s fiercely protective, and wouldn’t hesitate to put himself in harm’s way if it meant protecting someone he cared about. Just expect a harsh, parental talking-to afterwards.

Because of Buck’s behavior, his circle of friends, and the people he trusts, is small. Despite traveling the world in search of life and adventure, he’s initially cold to those he meets. People are his weakness. They make him vulnerable. So, it only made sense to him to keep that under wraps; it isn’t likely that he’ll play nice or care if you’re in dire straights if he hasn’t known you for awhile. Once he considers you his friend, it’s all over. He’ll bite and bark and tear like an angry dog—to keep his friends safe, safe from harm. Even if it means straying from the shiny-bright moral compass people usually hold close to their hearts: to be good, to do right. He understands most of all that those things don’t really matter when survival’s at stake, and he’ll dirty his hands if, and when, he has to. Just so that they don't have to.

Buck is complicated at best, and at worst, an emotional roller-coaster.


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Empathy


This is one implant that Buck doesn’t remember ever agreeing to. Something he’s had for a long time. At least, as far as he can remember. It might be why Buck’s such a jack-off all the time, seeing how he’s able to feel how other people are feeling and hasn’t figured out a way to shut it off. To ignore it when it gets too strong. It’s like a heavy blanket that radiates, coming off in strobes. Of course, he doesn’t know the reason behind any of these emotions or why they’re feeling that way, but it doesn’t mean he can’t feel them. His range, fortunately, isn’t that great. It fluctuates, but he’s generally able to tell where people are if they’re feeling something particularly potent.

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Enhanced Hearing


Buck’s second implant allows him to hear things that you normally wouldn’t be able to. Someone’s heartbeat. The soft trickle of water in the distance, or something as inconsequential as animal noises, registered at higher than human frequencies. It’s useful when outdoors, trying to find things, or keep someone from sneaking up on them. However, sometimes, when there’s a lot of people, it’s hard piecing some of the sounds apart. Untangling the things he doesn’t want to hear so he can make sense of them.

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Serpentine Jaw


As bizarre as this choice is for someone like Buck, it was intentional. The latest of his implants was far more invasive. It mostly fiddled with his jawline, and enabled him to open his mouth far wider, like a snake; extra skin folds are hidden when his mouth is closed and just look like a soft line retreating to his ears, like white, subtle scars. The strength of his jaws have been enhanced and his canines, top and bottom, filed down to points. He’s never really explained why he had it done.



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Buck’s parents couldn’t have been more different. Their worlds were on opposite ends, and they hardly met at the center. It’s a wonder how they even got married. His dad was a big stern man in the military; big fists, with a tough, uncrackable interior. His mother was made of softer stuff. Impossibly kind. But worn-down, exhausted. She was the pillar of the house, keeping them fed and sheltered, while he husband was away. A housewife, taking care of all the kids. Maybe that’s all they had holding them together. All the kids. Them, him.

He was one of many kids; five, in total. Brothers and sisters. He was the oldest. An impromptu caretaker when his mum was too tired, too worn. Born and raised in one of Earth’s reserves, where squalor was commonplace. Overcrowded and often brutal. A perfect example of weak property rights and a government hiding people where no one can see them. Besides the rundown, barren looking buildings, and the obvious lack of funds for much needed utilities, they always had a beautiful backdrop of rolling hills, clean rivers and forests. He learned to appreciate what little they had. Adapt and survive.

Buck was never really was good enough for his pa’. Too damned stubborn. Always got into trouble. Wasn't that great in school. Too much lip. How would he ever expect to fill his shoes? The expectations were heavy and Buck’s outbursts were seen as outright disobedience. He unsuccessfully tried to beat out of him. His mum was always there to dust him off. His siblings, too. Besides, he wasn’t the only one burdened by his father’s weak attempts at drunkenly raising kids whenever he decided to show his face. Fortunately, it wasn’t often.

High School was a blessing in disguise, even though Buck didn’t have many friends to speak of. It meant being away from home, being just a little freer from what he had to deal with. His brothers and sisters were safe. He was safe. But, all good things eventually come to an end. Especially when the world goes to shit and you’re being shuttled to some unfamiliar planet with people you don’t know. Nowadays, he's just trying to keep everyone from falling apart; even if he's the one crumbling.


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