Name: Ransom Huckleberry Clarke, but because he is ashamed of his unusual name he goes by Eric
Age [appearance]: Anywhere from the age range of 18-22. He looks like a young adult, matured from teenagehood but not quite up to par with the physical standards of someone middle aged, and a bit too youthful-seeming to look 25 or 27.
Age [actual]: 22, born September 8th, 1990
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Occupation: Freelance painter and odd jobs
Species: Non-preternatural Human
Awareness of Supernaturals:
Permissions
Injury: Yes
Turning/cursing: Ask.
Killing . Ask, but this isn’t off-limits. Obviously being a new character and my only character I want to keep Ransom in the game for a while, and there are plenty of things that could be done to him that are just as bad as death without outright killing him, but if you have a brilliant idea don’t hesitate to pass it by me, regarding anything really.
Appearance: Ransom has a small frame and distinctive eyes that are partially sunken in appearance. He looks like he is tired frequently because of the ‘bags’ under his eyes, but it is mostly just because of the shape of his face. He has high cheekbones and thick, pouty lips. Ocean blue eyes pop out from his face and he’s often described as ‘boyish’. Thick, curly auburn colored locks flow down to just above his shoulders and he keeps his facial hair cleanly shaven. His expressions are hollow; he doesn’t smile often and isn’t animated when he communicates other than flustered blushes and his clumsy attempts to hide it behind lockets of hair. His voice is of a higher pitch than most men but still within normal range.Sometimes when he speaks, Ransom slurs his words together in mumbles and sounds as if he’s stoned; mostly, though, he\'s just hoping the other person won\'t hear what he\'s saying due to his immense fear of saying the wrong thing. Apparel is cheap and plain for him; Ransom doesn’t try to dress fashionably, but what he does wear generally looks presentable and clean. He is always carrying around a knapsack with his sketchpad and drawing pastels/pencils. When he has been out painting he’ll often have a roundish large carrying case where he keeps his folded up easel and paint, and on these occasions, he’s often holding the canvas in his other hand with a lightweight black cover to protect it from any external dirt and decay.
Height weight ratio: 5’9/147lbs.
Personality: Right from the moment you meet him you can tell that Ransom is a nervous fellow. He blinks a lot and is twitchy when you get too close to him. Although he is learning to get over his phobia of being touched from experience, he is still rather awkward about the simplest platonic hug.
Ransom’s passion lies in art and he’s rather excellent and what he does. Ransom paints mostly people and surroundings and doesn’t like to dabble much in the experimental sorts of paintings that are just colors and shapes. There’s a different side of him that comes out when he is painting, as he can come off as much more confident and chatty because he is in a peaceful, freer place. Ransom believes that painting is the one thing he is good at and prides himself in it; it offends him if someone tries to insist otherwise because he pours all that he is into his work in an almost childish way. To sustain this hobby of his he will do nearly anything; lie, steal, trickery…Ransom has done countless things to retain his one joy and will continue to act immorally to salvage it if necessary.
Elsewise, Ransom has no real motivation to misbehave or act out of the bounds of normal behavior. If anything, the young man craves to be normal and tailors his actions to whatever seems the most appropriate at the time. When other people behave out of line he is often embarrassed by their actions as if he were the one committing the faux pas. Ransom holds a rather strong philosophy of blending in and not drawing any attention to oneself in any circumstances, and can become shaken if he’s put in a position that requires him to do so. Heaven forbid that anyone dare to criticize or assert that a behavior of his isn’t quite typical besides his artistic skills, or the persons suggesting so is likely to be met with a rather volatile and standoffish reaction when Ransom insists he is completely normal.
Introverted, he does best when he is alone and rarely spends time around people outside of getting money or using them as subjects to paint upon. He has never had a real romantic relationship and as for friends they have been at surface level. In his adult life he has known more acquaintances than he has anything else. When he talks about subjects he tends to talk about things that are happening in the present or future- rarely does he talk about his own past willingly. To others who question his history he wipes it off with the simple phrase such as ‘I can’t remember’ or ‘I don’t know’. Ransom doesn’t like sharing his past with others and will go to great lengths to hide it from people, no matter how close a relationship gets, perhaps out of an subconscious fear that were he to confess the truth to another person, they wouldn’t believe him just like his mother didn’t, and any faith in himself he’d built up might quickly disintegrate after that occurred.
When he is forced to interact with people outside of his hobby, a funny thing happens: you can see through Ransom as if he were wearing an invisibility cloak. It’s impossible to hide his sort of nervousness and mental disturbances. Once someone sees it, if they know how to handle someone who’s likely heading for a mental breakdown, they might be able to break through the surface and have a DECENT conversation with him. Decent doesn’t mean necessarily normal…but Ransom’ll let on quite more than he feels comfortable with when he’s under pressure.
Furthermore, whenever an uncomfortable subject presents itself and Ransom feels like he has no other choice but to confront it, the human can get erratic. Outbursts of fury in an attempt to intimidate the threat and get the person the hell away from him often occur, but they are more verbal than they ever are physical. If you do something he doesn’t like, he won’t communicate it to you in a clear way until he absolutely cannot stand it anymore and as a result he freaks out about it. Ransom can’t seem to control it and feels a substantial amount of guilt and shame for it afterward, but still fully expects that the person DOESN’T do that ONE thing again that bothered him. Rather than to solve an interpersonal conflict, Ransom is more apt to leave and part for clearer, people-free waters where he doesn’t have to answer to anyone. Certainly he grows tired and lonely of this after great lengths of being alone, no matter how high his tolerance is for being in solitude- and yet he still has a hard time admitting to himself and others that every once and a while…he does need a friend.
Often, Ransom is self-centered, thinking of others only when it would benefit himself. It's possible that due to this, Ransom is entirely incapable of real love, since any attachments he does have to people tend to be about how they make him feel and not necessarily about their wellbeing. He also chronically fails to take responsibility for his own mistakes and actions, preferring to shuffle things under the rug than to own up to them.
