SCHAFFER, Dawson Gerrick

[Dawson Gerrick Schaffer]

(C) COTI-TASTIC?!
DAWSON GERRICK SCHAFFER

"he burns my skin, never mind about the shape i’m in"

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I AM BEYOND GOD

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Full Name: Dawson Gerrick Schaffer
Nickname(s): Daw, Schaffer
Gender: male
Age: sixteen
Birthdate: April 14th, 1994
Sexuality: bisexual

Reincarnate: no
I am: n/a
Played By: kevin flamme

Grade: sophomore
Boarding: no - lives with parents

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OUR SHINING FUTURE

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IN REVOLT
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Height: six feet
Weight: one hundred and forty-three pounds (he’s a toothpick)
Eye Color: deep brown
Hair Color: brown
Build: skinny. verrrrry slim.
Scars: on his chest from a bullet when he shot himself
Piercings/Tattoos: none

Personal Style: Dawson likes to make himself look good, and he likes others to know it. If he has the choice to dress nicer for something, he’s going to go all out and do it, but in his own way. For example, during basketball season, when guys have to dress up for their games. They all wear polo shirts and jeans, right? Well, Dawson dresses properly, or what he views of it. Dawson’s sense of style is completely different from everyone else’s, honestly a style that someone would expect out of a gay person. Sort of like Kurt on Glee, but not to that extent. Dawson manages to pull off his eccentric clothes without a lot of suspicion to his sexuality.

It’s rather difficult to describe Dawson’s style when he isn’t dressing up. If someone saw him in the hallways of Riverdale, they’d probably think that he was dressing up even when he wasn’t. It isn’t often that he wears jeans. In fact, he probably wears them about once a month. And sweatpants to school? That’s completely out of the question. He only wears one pair of sweatpants, and those are pajamas, thank you very much. A pair of khakis is regular for Dawson. But while that may seem odd on other people, somehow Dawson manages to just pull it off. Maybe because that’s what people are used to seeing him in....

Appearance: Just like when it comes to his clothes, Dawson likes to look good. He takes care of himself. High school can be a rough time for kids, especially guys, when they’re going through puberty and all that. At sixteen years old, Dawson’s at the hype of that, and yet he manages to keep his skin clear and just looking damn good. He puts as much work into his complexion that a lot of girls do. And I’m talking about the girls who go to extremes. This isn’t something he’d share with the world, obviously, but he does do it. Most guys his age won’t do much more than take a shower in the morning, throw on some deodorant, and put on clean clothes. Dawson definitely goes above and beyond to make sure he looks good.

When it comes to his hair, well, Dawson takes that shit seriously. At times it may not look like he put a lot of work into it, but he does every day without fail. Dawson doesn’t mind getting up an hour earlier than the rest of the male population to make sure everything looks good for the day. A pretty brown color, Dawson’s hair hangs just to his ears, never longer or shorter. He isn’t scared of change, it’s just the hairstyle that works for him and he’s never seen any need to change it. It’s occasionally mussed up or a little messy-looking, but never out of control. Most of the times it hangs straight and perfectly well-mannered for hair. His eyes are a dark, rich brown, nothing of spectacular manner.

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HOPE AND HORROR

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Likes: reading, stealing, quiet, perfection, soda, knives, christmas cookies, snow, cold weather, drawing, doodling, taking pictures, modern-day technology, fashion, looking good, famous literature
Dislikes: wide-ruled notebooks, loud music, people who have zero patience, poor hygiene, hot weather, green christmases, people who can’t figure out how to use a goddamn computer, people with no fashion sense, country music, museless days
Dreams: to move north, maybe greenland or nunavut. basically as far north as he can get. and secluded. people suck.
Fears: huge crowds (he’s claustrophobic), never publishing a book, falling into depression again
Habits/Hobbies: biting his lip in deep thought, shying away from people, scribbling down ideas, narrowing his eyes while he thinks
Secret(s): he tried to kill himself while he went to his old school, because of ridicule directed towards him because of his sexuality.

Personality: It isn’t often that you come across such a complex individual as Dawson. Dawson Schaffer is one of those brooding, dark individuals that you see sitting by himself in the corner of the cafeteria with a notebook in his hand, seeming separate from the world. And for the most part, Dawson really is separate from the world. He hates people. He’s completely antisocial. There’s absolutely nothing that would compel Dawson to go forth and talk to someone. Completing that is the fact that he’s claustrophobic; Dawson is utterly and completely terrified of big crowds, small spaces, elevators, the whole deal. And his fear of big crowds has slowly led to his entire seclusion from the human race. He is so much happier alone by himself, perhaps with a notebook, with no one to bother him. It’s not so much that Dawson is scared of people, however. He just prefers to keep his own company of a notebook or a laptop rather than spend time with others.

Inside, Dawson is a very conflicted individual. Being bisexual gave him more than just a little bit of trouble years ago at his previous high school. Dawson came out about his sexuality at a young age, during middle school. However, everyone knows how tough the middle school years can be. Kids are cruel. Dawson was constantly ridiculed for just being the person he was. He was poked fun at, called names, the whole run of things. By his freshman year, it was so bad that he was slowly spiraling into depression, something he’s never really fully pulled out of by today. And by the end of his freshman year, Dawson tried to kill himself. Thankfully he was rushed to the hospital and saved, but he never really recovered from the incident. Dawson is still a dark character, staying away from people and never allowing himself to get close to others. He’s never really come out of the closet at Riverdale, but it’s quite obvious from his appearance that he isn’t straight. Either way, he doesn’t foresee himself ever letting others know about his true nature for fear of history repeating itself.

Everyone has a secret side, one that nobody else really knows about. Sure, to other people, Dawson’s entire character is pretty much secret. No one seems to really know anything about him, but most have no desire to learn. Either way, there is still another side to Dawson that nobody knows. And this isn’t a sweet side, a romantic side, none of that bullshit. Dawson, for lack of better words, is a bad boy. He never really had too much money and got into stealing during his time of depression, and to this day has never really gotten out of it. He steals really just for the fun of it, nothing he really needs. It’s just recreation to him; it doesn’t matter. After stealing came knife collecting, which to his liking wards off people he doesn’t want to talk to – namely, everyone. Dawson rarely has to worry about people approaching him because he’s so separate from the world, but it’s like his collection and odd hobbies are a last resort to get people off his back. Well, if anyone was there. Dawson worries a lot more than he has to. But when you’ve lost your faith in mankind, worry comes naturally.

PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL

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Mother: elizabeth schaffer, 40, works at the local grocery’s deli
Father: mark schaffer, 43, factory worker
Siblings: none
Other: grandma schaffer
Pets: none
Hometown: rhinelander, wisconsin

History: Dawson Gerrick Schaffer was born to proud parents Elizabeth and Mark Schaffer on April 14th, 1994, in northern Wisconsin. The two had just married three years ago and were overjoyed to finally have a baby in their lives. They were the kind of parents you read about in children’s stories, the kind of parents who cared deeply for their child and just wanted the best for him or her. Life was sort of picture perfect at first for Dawson and his parents. They both had jobs, nothing spectacular for either with just a high school degree, but it brought in enough money to support their little boy, and that was enough for them. White Christmases, camping in the summer, living in a small town in Wisconsin. Well, small town by the world’s standards, but almost a large city for the state of Wisconsin. After all, a population of over 7,000 doesn’t go unnoticed. Rhinelander was big enough that Dawson was able to get the best opportunities his parents could get him without a lot of money being spent on their parts. He was just a happy kid.

The best times of all were when his grandmother came to visit. Grandma Schaffer, probably the most important person in young Dawson’s life. He adored her, he didn’t know what he would do without her. Grandma was always willing to play with him, read with him, write stories with him, do whatever Dawson wanted to do. If his parents both had to work on the weekend, Dawson got to spend the day at Grandma’s. She spoiled the young boy to no end, just like most grandparents do, but she went beyond that, too. Grandma always gave Dawson the best advice. She didn’t tell him how to live his life, she just told him the best ways to succeed and how to be happy. And her number one bit of advice was to never pretend to be someone you aren’t. If there was one thing from his younger years that Dawson would ever have had the ability to remember, it would have been that favorite line of his grandmother’s. It was almost like it was inscribed into his brain. Long story short, Dawson loved his grandma more than everything, and so when she died during his fifth grade school year, he was completely devastated. Beyond devastated. It was like he didn’t even want to live anymore.

It took Dawson a while, but he slowly started to go back to normal. He was an average kid, happy most of the time, with a handful of good friends. Middle school, however, changed that. Dawson realized that he wasn’t straight like the rest of the people in his school. He didn’t instantly think it would be such a problem, like he should have been able to foresee. People aren’t exactly too open-minded that far north of Madison, and Rhinelander is quite a distance from the state’s capital. Following his grandmother’s best advice, he came out and told everyone. And that was the start of it all.

From the minute Dawson told his classmates that he was bisexual, he was ridiculed. He was slandered. He was called every name in the book, spit at, shoved, made a laughingstock in front of everyone. His life was miserable, only because he followed the one thing his grandma always wanted him to know. Dawson tried to keep his head held high, but it was becoming more and more difficult. By his eighth grade year, Dawson had lost pretty much all of his friends (not that he had that many in the first place, but still). His only real friend was his notebook, where he was constantly writing. He had nothing else to do besides write, and it was around this time that he started stealing. First he was just curious, and after he got away with that candy bar, it escalated. It’s the thrill he needed, that bit of life put back into him again. But when he didn’t have the chance to go out and get that bit of adrenaline, Dawson was the definition of depression. By his freshman year, he attempted suicide.

His parents managed to find him in time, and Dawson was rushed to the hospital quickly enough to be saved from himself. After Dawson came to in the hospital, he reluctantly explained to his parents his motives, and the two quickly agreed that a move was in order. The family uprooted from their hometown of Rhinelander, Wisconsin and moved to Riverdale, North Carolina. Quite a hike, but they wanted Dawson to be far enough away from the place where he’d gone through so much, where he lost his grandmother, where his life had spiraled downhill in a matter of hours. Dawson started school at Riverdale a completely changed person. He was quiet, he was withdrawn, and he never made any effort to get close to anyone. Even the nice kids who feel like they have to make the new kid welcome gravitate away from him. He prefers to stay to himself, and most people have, by this point, respected that. Dawson wants nothing more than to graduate from high school and move north, as far north as he possibly can, as far from all signs of civilization as he can get. And way farther north than Wisconsin... he’s never going back there. Nothing can make him. Just him, his notebook, and the arctic, that’s all he needs.

I AM WHO I AM

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Name/Alias: beth
Other Characters: carter & vaughn
Age: seventeen
Time Zone: i live in the arctic

Post Sample:

Natalie looked down at her son who was now playing on the ground with Lennon with a smile. The two of them seemed, so far, to be getting along fine, quite well, actually. It never ceased to amaze Natalie that she had been so blessed. Even after all of the mistakes she’d made in her life, and how shitty it was at times, a good number of them actually, she still was able to come home every day to a smiling baby’s face, who was happy to see his mother. She really was lucky. It was nice to have someone to love you, and babies almost always loved their mothers unconditionally. Having someone around who really loved her was, well, a really good change. Really, Natalie hadn’t actually fallen in love before. When she’d been with Zane that night she was drunk, and, well, things just happened. The same things had occurred a number of other nights. She’d be drunk or high and, again, things happened. She had known Zane was the father of her unborn child at the time, though. There was no denying that. She just had a gut feeling that she knew was right. Well, not to mention that she hadn’t seen any other guys for a while.

But now her history wasn’t on her mind. Or at least, not at the moment. And, well, it shouldn’t be. She’d just met a cute guy with a cute, er … nickname. Come to think of it, she didn’t know his actual name yet. But by the fact that he hadn’t told her his real name, Nat knew that he preferred J.P. And that was easy enough to remember and call him. He must have some embarrassing name or something. Or an irritating name, one that he couldn’t stand. Or maybe it reminded him of something he didn’t want to remember. Okay, so there were definitely a good number of possible reasons, but that wasn’t something she needed to worry about right now either. She looked up into his face with a smile. He really was cute, and seemed like a genuinely nice guy, so far, at least. Natalie definitely wouldn’t mind seeing more of him again. But his next sentence definitely caught her off guard. “W-well … he’s — had a number of father figures in his life.” Lie. A complete, total lie. Natalie had pretty much been completely alone, except for a friend or two, after Destry had been born. She just didn’t want to admit that she agreed with J.P. about fathers. Her own father was a great man and she loved him so much. Her mother, on the other hand …

Nat didn’t like to think about her mother. After she’d abandoned her and her father, Natalie had tried her hardest to completely cut her out of her life. It had taken a lot of work, but it seemed to be working for the most part. But whatever. She wasn’t a real mother to her anyway. Natalie’s eyebrows went up in an expression of amusement. “Okay, you’ve got me there. But that would be weird. Like naming a dog Obama or something.” Awkward comments and discussion aside, Nat was finding it easy to talk to him again. This whole evening was rather comfortable, something she wasn’t used to. She smiled again. “Thanks. I probably never would have done it on my own, you know. I guess I just … needed a push.” Nat had an intense urge to lean over and hug the kid, but, well … that might come off as a little strange, and would most definitely be somewhat awkward, especially after.

It had been a very very long time since someone had asked Natalie out. A blush crept onto her face again and stayed there as she listened to J.P. talk. It almost seemed that he was a little awkward-feeling, too, or at least scared. Who knew. Nat had never been an expert on boys, that was for sure. And especially nice, kind ones like J.P. was turning out to be. At the end of his small speech, it took her a second or two to realize that he was waiting for her to speak. Whoops. Shaking her head a bit, she said, “W-well, I am a vegetarian.” Wow. Nice, Nat. “I-I mean, I’d love to. Thanks so much for asking me, J.P.,” she finished, smiling again. There. It may not have started smoothly but it had finished nicely. At least she didn’t sound stupid anymore. Everything she’d said was genuine. And if he was the same guy the night they went out as he was today, she was almost positive she’d see him again.

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