Age: 29
Gender: Male
Type: Stranded
Theme Song:Shangri La - The Monks
Personality:
Not the strongest in willpower.
He's a follower, never the leader. He likes to help out but when the spotlights on him he's a fish out of water. When he's alone and he lacks either a command or a routine to follow he'll simply seek someone out so that he can be led. He taught himself to simply enjoy leaving control of his life in the hands of others in order to cope with the absence of authority he had in making his own decisions. He's made a sort of personal philosophy based upon understanding the joy of simplicity, of doing what he is told rather than try and change it and wind up venturing into the unknown. If all he was ever supposed to know was what he was told he was supposed to know, so be it.
He can be a nervous guy in general. As is to be expected of someone who's had all desire to stand up for himself worn away he is easily frightened. He much prefers what is familiar. Any deviation from what is considered normal makes him wary. When given instruction he will force himself to overcome his fears in order to do what has to be done. The more reasonable the command, the better he triumphs over his own fears to do it.
His lack of willpower and general cowardice is made up for by his intelligence. He can be fairly smart both academically and practically though his specialty is mathematics. Having been trained his whole life to take over the family store he's had business managing skills almost literally beaten into his head. He does enjoy more academic pursuits simply due to the fact that he's good at it, better than he is with physical activities.
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History:
Sen's life was a tough one. Though it wasn't difficult as some it was challenging in it's own way.
You see, all his life he's been told what to do. Wake up, get dressed, go to school, go to cram school, do homework, study for tomorrow's lessons, sleep, repeat until terminus ad quem. Every day the same routine was mapped out for him, not a single hour left unaccounted for. Even for the time he wasn't forced to attend school, holidays and such, his parents were never short of jobs that needed doing. It was down to the point where he counted himself lucky to have a second of freedom.
He had studied so hard and for so long that his eyes were beginning to strain. Turns out he was a bit near sighted thus prompting him to wear glasses whenever he studied which was all the time. It was around this point that he started to lose his sense of control over his life, that he was a gear in a great machine. In order to cope with the reality of his situation he began to see the commands from figures of authority as his purpose, his reason to be. The world was a machine and he was a cog, his only purpose being to turn in sequence with everyone else.
Little else could be said about a life as pale and listless as his. After much hard work he finally acquired his diploma in management. He inherited the family business, a convenience store, and spent all his hours managing the store. He went about looking over expenses, checking the stock and other such time absorbing tasks. By this point one might think he'd of earned the chance to do what he wants to do. It was much to late for him now though. He had grown to fear independence. Whenever he had free time he'd simply go back over all the details in his store to ensure everything was working properly. After all, this store was the culmination of all his efforts. It would be irresponsible of him to slack off and let his prize deteriorate for even a moment. Sure, it may have cost him the loss of all possibility at any social or even romantic aspects in his life but surely this was worth it... Right?
Recently his mother had fallen ill and had to be hospitalized. It was another chore in his list of things to get done, visiting his mother in the hospital in case she needed him to do something. Because the retirement home she was in was in a different city he needed to drive there.
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Roleplay Sample:
Sen was driving down the highway, the only sight ahead through the thick shroud of night being the small patch of road his headlights illuminated. He was listening to the news on the radio as he passed a road sign reading 'Next gas station: 50 miles'. "Heavy showers with possibility of lightning are expected tonight" The man on the radio announced. Sen sighed at the redundancy of it as rain beat down against the windshield in a heavy torrent. Little much else was said that really caught his attention.
He was jarred out of his almost hypnotic melancholy when his car started to stall. Just like his driving instructor told him he slowed down and parked along the side of the road before switching on his hazard lights. The hazard lights didn't help much though as they shortly flickered out after he parked. "What the heck's going on?" He asked no one in particular, looking to his dashboard lights to see if there was an indication towards what the problem might of been. The indicator for the battery flashed red. Turns out when he had stopped to eat at the fast food restaurant just by the gas station about twenty five miles down the road he had left his lights on, running the battery on the car low.
Well, this is just great He internalized his dialogue. He was quite displeased with this quite severe interruption to his schedule. His mother was sick and in the hospital, he needed to see her. He couldn't take to long with this and that since he needed to see her so he could get back and check on his store as well. The longer he left the store closed the more money he was losing and the business was already in a bad patch ever since the mega-mart had opened up near the neighborhood it was situated in.
He peered through the rain-swept windows of his car, the windshield wipers being about the only part of the car still functioning. There were no cars passing along this road meaning he was out of luck in trying to get some help that way. He could always call a tow-truck but he loathed to shell out the money for one. As there seemed to be no hope of anyone passing he resorted to dialing the number for the tow-truck company. His phone rang but there was no connection. Now this was worrying him. He didn't know why his phone wasn't receiving any signal. There could of been several reasons but none of them would be available knowledge to him right now. Stuck in quite the pickle he sat in his car, not even able to step outside and stretch his legs without getting drenched by the pouring rain.
Crack! Boom!
The sound of lightning striking nearby startled the poor man. The sound of thunder sent chills up his spine. In that flash of lightning however he did see what appeared to be the outline of a building in the distance. How fortunate! He thought. I'll just head on over and ask someone for help there!
He was definitely reluctant to step outside but the idea of being able to see his mother and his beloved store soon pushed him forward. Taking the newspaper he had in the car he dashed out from his vehicle. Though in a hurry he was never in too much of a hurry to shut and lock his doors, the car giving an affirmative beep as it responded to the electronic key of his. He sprinted through the rain up the somewhat slippery path towards the building with due hasted. Due to his heedless need for speed he did not get a good look at the building as he approached the front doors...