Post by Norma "Blackpaw" Dodger on Oct 4, 2012 14:38:49 GMT -5
Well... what can I say, Stitch's idea of claiming this guy started to appeal to me.
{Amadi Dearly}
{14/9th grade}
{Small for his age, Amadi has a fair number of distinctive features. He has long, jet-black hair that sweeps across the left side of his forehead and falls down about his shoulders, and also sports a few tiny spots that could almost form faint, upside-down horseshoes to the left of his somewhat-prominent nose. His eyes always seem to carry dark bags beneath them, and are distinctive in their own right; their colour seems to have been reversed, with blue pupils and dark irises that at a casual glance could almost be called black. His most distinctive feature by far, however, has got to be the boy’s deformation; due to being a child of incest, Amadi’s left arm ends abruptly at the elbow.
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{“…I’m a child of incest and shame. What hope can there be for me in life?”}
{Nothing that he knows; in reality Amadi does possess his mother’s psychoanalytical mind, though he doesn’t realise it yet}
{History: Amadi always knew he didn’t belong in what everyone around him thought of as the ‘real world’, and if anyone would ask for proof, he would simply stick out his missing arm. There was no reason, so far as the boy knew, for him to sport such a deformity, and so therefore, the reason must come from beyond the world, somehow. Not to mention his name, meaning ‘seemed destined to die at birth’… apparently he’d ‘come with the name’, and no-one who had raised him in the orphanage seemed to know why he’d been called that.
Another thing Amadi has always known is depression. It has been a part of his life for as long as he can remember, brought on by a combination of his knowing that he didn’t belong; his name’s own pronouncement that by rights, he should be dead; other kids at the orphanage making fun of his missing limb; and only deepened by the fact that he doubted anyone would care to adopt a child suffering from deformity and depression, and so made no effort to appeal to anyone who might otherwise had taken him in happily. If nothing had changed, Amadi would probably have spent his life in the orphanage.
And then, things changed. Walt Disney – a familiar face to the boy, whose one solace from his depression was found in the man’s animated films – showed up at the orphanage, asking for Amadi to attend a respected school, and revealing to the boy that his lifelong suspicions were true – he wasn’t of this world, and instead was supposed to be a dog. It was with considerable relief that Amadi accepted the invitation to attend the school, although even having been attending for two years now hasn’t done as much as one might have expected to ease his depression.}
{N/A}
{Likes – Disney movies, spicy food, dogs, staying indoors}
{Dislikes – cold weather, his depression, his deformity, boys in general, team sports, the colour red}
{- While any Disney films were Amadi’s one refuge from his depression in his younger years, he was always strangely drawn to the 101 Dalmatians TV series, more than any of the others. Since learning that his parents are not only the show’s main characters but also siblings, however, Amadi has grown uncomfortable watching them interact so innocently as pups, knowing as he does that they’ll produce a deformed child of incest like him.
- For as long as he can remember, Amadi’s most cherished possession has been a plush toy of Lucky. Since finding out that the character is, in fact, his father, the boy has silently badgered the plush with questions as to how his existence came about – with no answers, of course.
- Amadi’s typical attire since starting at Academy D is the school’s uniform, which he is rarely seen out of; not because he particularly likes it, just because he feels the (to his mind) dreary-looking outfit matches his depression.
- Never having had one before, Amadi took the surname ‘Dearly’ as a matter of course upon starting at Academy D.
- Amadi generally finds himself more able to interact with girls than boys, since at the orphanage, his experience was that it was typically boys who made fun of his deformity, leading him to distrust any of them, while most of the girls just felt sorry for him.}
{Was it really worth it?
Amadi couldn’t help but loathe that his thoughts always returned to this well-worn track… but hating his depression and its side-effects had yet to make it go away. Amadi had long-since accepted that he was stuck with being miserable, quite possibly for the rest of his life.
Right now, the youth lay in his room at Academy D, face-down on his bed, dreading a meeting with his new roommate and failing to divert his mind from the familiar thoughts that told him his life was never going to get better so he might as well just settle for an early end to it. Amadi wasn’t altogether sure what had kept him from acting on these thoughts for so many years. Maybe initially it had been a longing to find out his true origins, otherwise the mystery would have died with him, but now…
He was a child of incest and shame, and nothing could change that. He had nothing to contribute to the world, and between his depression and deformity, sometimes felt that his life could be summed up as the definition of suffering. An exaggeration, perhaps, but still… his life had no purpose. Nothing kept him hanging on, except maybe the thought that neither of his animated parents would approve of him ending everything; he knew the series well enough to imagine their reactions if he were to do so.
But then again, would they even care? As a child of incest, surely he was a mistake – wouldn’t they be glad to have the evidence of said mistake removed? Or did they think he was already dead from birth, as his name suggested?
Still, even though he couldn’t say why, Amadi clung to a resolution not to let his life end, no matter how hard the waves of depression continually buffeted him, no matter how much of a struggle it was for him to even try and act like his life was worth living, somehow he still grasped at that life, as useless as it so often felt.
Maybe it was because suicide, while an appealing option that would make the world a better place for everyone, was also a coward’s way out. And Amadi refused to be a coward.}
{Amadi Dearly}
{14/9th grade}
{Small for his age, Amadi has a fair number of distinctive features. He has long, jet-black hair that sweeps across the left side of his forehead and falls down about his shoulders, and also sports a few tiny spots that could almost form faint, upside-down horseshoes to the left of his somewhat-prominent nose. His eyes always seem to carry dark bags beneath them, and are distinctive in their own right; their colour seems to have been reversed, with blue pupils and dark irises that at a casual glance could almost be called black. His most distinctive feature by far, however, has got to be the boy’s deformation; due to being a child of incest, Amadi’s left arm ends abruptly at the elbow.
} {}{“…I’m a child of incest and shame. What hope can there be for me in life?”}
{Nothing that he knows; in reality Amadi does possess his mother’s psychoanalytical mind, though he doesn’t realise it yet}
{History: Amadi always knew he didn’t belong in what everyone around him thought of as the ‘real world’, and if anyone would ask for proof, he would simply stick out his missing arm. There was no reason, so far as the boy knew, for him to sport such a deformity, and so therefore, the reason must come from beyond the world, somehow. Not to mention his name, meaning ‘seemed destined to die at birth’… apparently he’d ‘come with the name’, and no-one who had raised him in the orphanage seemed to know why he’d been called that.
Another thing Amadi has always known is depression. It has been a part of his life for as long as he can remember, brought on by a combination of his knowing that he didn’t belong; his name’s own pronouncement that by rights, he should be dead; other kids at the orphanage making fun of his missing limb; and only deepened by the fact that he doubted anyone would care to adopt a child suffering from deformity and depression, and so made no effort to appeal to anyone who might otherwise had taken him in happily. If nothing had changed, Amadi would probably have spent his life in the orphanage.
And then, things changed. Walt Disney – a familiar face to the boy, whose one solace from his depression was found in the man’s animated films – showed up at the orphanage, asking for Amadi to attend a respected school, and revealing to the boy that his lifelong suspicions were true – he wasn’t of this world, and instead was supposed to be a dog. It was with considerable relief that Amadi accepted the invitation to attend the school, although even having been attending for two years now hasn’t done as much as one might have expected to ease his depression.}
{N/A}
{Likes – Disney movies, spicy food, dogs, staying indoors}
{Dislikes – cold weather, his depression, his deformity, boys in general, team sports, the colour red}
{- While any Disney films were Amadi’s one refuge from his depression in his younger years, he was always strangely drawn to the 101 Dalmatians TV series, more than any of the others. Since learning that his parents are not only the show’s main characters but also siblings, however, Amadi has grown uncomfortable watching them interact so innocently as pups, knowing as he does that they’ll produce a deformed child of incest like him.
- For as long as he can remember, Amadi’s most cherished possession has been a plush toy of Lucky. Since finding out that the character is, in fact, his father, the boy has silently badgered the plush with questions as to how his existence came about – with no answers, of course.
- Amadi’s typical attire since starting at Academy D is the school’s uniform, which he is rarely seen out of; not because he particularly likes it, just because he feels the (to his mind) dreary-looking outfit matches his depression.
- Never having had one before, Amadi took the surname ‘Dearly’ as a matter of course upon starting at Academy D.
- Amadi generally finds himself more able to interact with girls than boys, since at the orphanage, his experience was that it was typically boys who made fun of his deformity, leading him to distrust any of them, while most of the girls just felt sorry for him.}
{Was it really worth it?
Amadi couldn’t help but loathe that his thoughts always returned to this well-worn track… but hating his depression and its side-effects had yet to make it go away. Amadi had long-since accepted that he was stuck with being miserable, quite possibly for the rest of his life.
Right now, the youth lay in his room at Academy D, face-down on his bed, dreading a meeting with his new roommate and failing to divert his mind from the familiar thoughts that told him his life was never going to get better so he might as well just settle for an early end to it. Amadi wasn’t altogether sure what had kept him from acting on these thoughts for so many years. Maybe initially it had been a longing to find out his true origins, otherwise the mystery would have died with him, but now…
He was a child of incest and shame, and nothing could change that. He had nothing to contribute to the world, and between his depression and deformity, sometimes felt that his life could be summed up as the definition of suffering. An exaggeration, perhaps, but still… his life had no purpose. Nothing kept him hanging on, except maybe the thought that neither of his animated parents would approve of him ending everything; he knew the series well enough to imagine their reactions if he were to do so.
But then again, would they even care? As a child of incest, surely he was a mistake – wouldn’t they be glad to have the evidence of said mistake removed? Or did they think he was already dead from birth, as his name suggested?
Still, even though he couldn’t say why, Amadi clung to a resolution not to let his life end, no matter how hard the waves of depression continually buffeted him, no matter how much of a struggle it was for him to even try and act like his life was worth living, somehow he still grasped at that life, as useless as it so often felt.
Maybe it was because suicide, while an appealing option that would make the world a better place for everyone, was also a coward’s way out. And Amadi refused to be a coward.}
