Nickname
Will
Role
Male Trauma 2
Age
17
Personality
As far as he’s concerned, Will is a king. A living standard to what every Trauma should strive to be, visually and mentally. He stands tall and straight to show himself off, he’s quick to speak and announce his entrance, and talks as civil as the money he’s been raised with; posh, insultingly polite, and not without a quip from him recounting an event of his past. This isn’t just him acting, though; more it’s him being honest to what he truly believes himself to be.
From the outside, however, it’s far from the truth of his capabilities. Parentally-purchased jobs and grades never phased him in his head, but prove themselves through countless things to make most everyone roll their eyes. He tells countless vague, exaggerated stories come from his mouth of journeys and successes that belong to others. His fighting style reflects not the grace he tries to uphold, but instead that of a frustrated bull; ramming at his opponents at full strength with his royally-decorated sledgehammer. To top it off, his intelligence is much below how much he tries to use, responding completely incorrect information often and having difficulty predicting anything that might follow major and minor situations.
But how is he to know all that? To him, he is perfection; a prince, a master, a lord, a king. He just remains freakishly proud and confident, while not even close to living up to the name he gives himself. If nothing else, the joke he proudly lives keeps him happy enough daily, with a tiny modest smirk on his face nearly all the time to prove it. But, it’s still not enough to make people see him as the hassle he tends to be.
Weapon
Sledgehammer
Outfit(s)
Casual
"There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It"
Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman
From that moment, you'll be out of place and under dressed
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and
Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman
From that moment, you'll be out of place and under dressed
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and
When you're in black slacks with accentuating
Off-white, pinstripes, woah-oh
Everything goes according to plan
I'm the new cancer
Never looked better, you can't stand it
Because you say so under your breath
Your reading lips, "When did he get all confident?"
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better and you can't stand it
Next is a trip to the, the ladies room in vain and
I bet you just can't keep up with, with these fashionistas and
Tonight, tonight, you are, you are a whispering campaign
I bet to them, your name is "Cheap"
I bet to them you look like sh...
Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears
And keep telling yourself that "I'm a diva"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box
On the table, they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin
I'm the new cancer
Never looked better, you can't stand it
Because you say so under your breath
You're reading lips, "When did he get all confident?"
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better and you can't stand it
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
I've never looked better and you can't stand it
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
I've never looked better and you can't stand it
And I know and I know, it just doesn't feel like
A night out with no one sizing you up
I've never been so surreptitious
So, of course, I'll be distracted when I spike the punch
(x3)