Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 29, 2012 12:37:46 GMT -5
I'm going to go ahead and say that not only is this a plotting thread, it's also a little history thread. In case anybody wants to read/skim my very detailed history of human! and country!Sea.
In any case, if brilliant past-angst threads are brought up, please, feel free to suggest one~
If not, well, whatever you all can come up with! :3
human!Sea history (for plotting!):
"Family":
History: Peter's past hasn't exactly been the best one. At the age of five, he was left at an orphanage by his older brother, Arthur. He doesn’t remember much of the man, but he knows that for his first few years, he was loved. And then he was ignored again. What he can remember from those terrible years at the orphanage is that he didn't feel like anyone wanted him. Peter stayed out of the other children's affairs, and they stayed well away from his. He sat in the building alone, gathering dust like a broken doll. He asked himself basic questions over and over. Why do I deserve this? Why does nobody want me? Why? Why?
Why?
Though he wasn't neglected in any respect, - quite the contrary, he was doted on by the old caretaker - he asked incessantly for someone to play with. For someone to light his face with a smile, like he remembered from his younger years. For someone to care for him. To love him. But no one came. Not for that first year, or the year after that. When Peter Kirkland passed his third year in the old orphanage, he decided. He'd had enough.
It was to the edge of England that he went, away from the people who had never cared and never would. It was in a rowboat that he traveled, in the midst of the storm. An eight year old boy, alone on the sea, ready to die. Wanting to die. In the middle of the storm, he left the country in a tiny boat. The boat was crushed between waves and rocks. His ship had sunk.
He had floated in and out of consciousness, above and below the thrashing waves, and by some miracle he found himself in England once again, brought there only by the ocean itself. The chain of events had changed the boy, somehow. He felt some connection to the sea. Something... Something he couldn't quite place. But it was important. His world brightened in the next several years. Peter cheered up dramatically. He made friends at his school, became a little less of a wallflower.
The sea became his home, his best friend, and his companion. He spent the hours speaking his mind to his friend, who would always listen. Sometimes he even slept on the sand, calmed by the steady crash of distant waves. He lived near the beach, although inside the city, but close enough that he could still call the ocean his home. Several people called him crazy. He called himself Peter, and he liked it that way.
country!Sea (for the hell of it) is the attached file, to save you guys lots and lots of scrolling.
In any case, if brilliant past-angst threads are brought up, please, feel free to suggest one~
If not, well, whatever you all can come up with! :3
human!Sea history (for plotting!):
"Family":
- Arthur Kirkland - Older brother and former "guardian". Peter hasn't seen him in many years, but still remembers his face.
- Cedrick Halifax - The caretaker of Peter's old orphanage, usually nicknamed "Hal". He's the closest thing Peter has ever gotten to a father figure.
History: Peter's past hasn't exactly been the best one. At the age of five, he was left at an orphanage by his older brother, Arthur. He doesn’t remember much of the man, but he knows that for his first few years, he was loved. And then he was ignored again. What he can remember from those terrible years at the orphanage is that he didn't feel like anyone wanted him. Peter stayed out of the other children's affairs, and they stayed well away from his. He sat in the building alone, gathering dust like a broken doll. He asked himself basic questions over and over. Why do I deserve this? Why does nobody want me? Why? Why?
Why?
Though he wasn't neglected in any respect, - quite the contrary, he was doted on by the old caretaker - he asked incessantly for someone to play with. For someone to light his face with a smile, like he remembered from his younger years. For someone to care for him. To love him. But no one came. Not for that first year, or the year after that. When Peter Kirkland passed his third year in the old orphanage, he decided. He'd had enough.
It was to the edge of England that he went, away from the people who had never cared and never would. It was in a rowboat that he traveled, in the midst of the storm. An eight year old boy, alone on the sea, ready to die. Wanting to die. In the middle of the storm, he left the country in a tiny boat. The boat was crushed between waves and rocks. His ship had sunk.
He had floated in and out of consciousness, above and below the thrashing waves, and by some miracle he found himself in England once again, brought there only by the ocean itself. The chain of events had changed the boy, somehow. He felt some connection to the sea. Something... Something he couldn't quite place. But it was important. His world brightened in the next several years. Peter cheered up dramatically. He made friends at his school, became a little less of a wallflower.
The sea became his home, his best friend, and his companion. He spent the hours speaking his mind to his friend, who would always listen. Sometimes he even slept on the sand, calmed by the steady crash of distant waves. He lived near the beach, although inside the city, but close enough that he could still call the ocean his home. Several people called him crazy. He called himself Peter, and he liked it that way.
country!Sea (for the hell of it) is the attached file, to save you guys lots and lots of scrolling.
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