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𝙽𝚒𝚓𝚒 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎

"ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴄᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴄʀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴘᴀɪɴ ɪꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢʀɪᴇᴠᴇ.."

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ʙᴀꜱɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Niji Vinsmoke

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ: N/A

ᴀɢᴇ: 24

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Cis male

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ: He/him

ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Queer (unaware)

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: March 2nd

ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ ꜱɪɢɴ: Pisces

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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'1"

ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ: Fair

ʜᴀɪʀ: Blue (dyed)

ᴇʏᴇꜱ: Blue

ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ: N/A

ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴅꜱ: N/A

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ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

Niji grew up in a large family. He was the third born of five siblings, to a questionable pair of parents. His mother, Sora, was a wonderful woman and he wished she’d been around longer to protect himself and his siblings - though he’d never voice that kind of thought aloud. 

Niji has always been an angry person, stemming from his freshly diagnosed ADHD and frustration surrounding it growing up. He’s.. working on it. As a result of this childhood anger, he’d often lash out at his brother, Sanji. He was the least like the other brothers, far more gentle and kind, much like their mother. He’d been easy to pick on, and it was a safe way to get out his anger, because they never got into trouble for picking on Sanji like they would with other people.

In his later teen years, Niji began feeling a lot of guilt. It was hard. It took years to get an ADHD diagnosis but he was diagnosed with Alexithymia at a much younger age - a disorder in which you struggle to identify the feelings that you’re experiencing. This only served to make him more frustrated, and more likely to lash out. Again.. Working on it. It took some time, and a few secret visits to a therapist, but he began working through all of those feelings, centred largely around his anger, his cruel tendencies, and his feelings about both Sanji and Sora.

He grew up uncaring for academics despite being generally intelligent, managing to perform well on exams with minimal effort put in. He graduated high school with grades good enough to get on with his life, but never looked at a career past that - he didn’t need to, the Vinsmoke family was well off enough.

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ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ

Unemployed

Niji is currently unemployed. He knows that he should get off his ass and get a job, and if nothing else he should get out of his father’s house, but the Vinsmoke money is what keeps buying his ADHD medication and he knows that if he left home and cut ties with the family like he wants to, he’d be stuck.

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ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ

Video Games

Niji spends most of his time playing video games. It’s the one hobby that he has that has persisted over the years, where others have faded away as he aged. Any ‘friends’ that he has have come from gaming too, and apps like discord.

Clubbing

While not a social man, Niji does enjoy going out to clubs and bars to pick up bed partners. He’s plenty capable of chatting and flirting once he’s had a drink or two for courage, and to help dampen all the noise in his head that would usually make him less capable.

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ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☾  Blueberries ☾  Scotch ☾ Soccer ☾ Ice Hockey ☾  Action & sci-fi movies

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ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☽  Clowns ☽  Taking a bath ☽  Boredom ☽  Monotony

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ᴀꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

Niji would like to try to reconnect with Sanji. He would understand if he wasn’t wanted, or accepted, but he’d feel better knowing that he extended a hand, and tried to show his brother that he has changed.

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ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ

༓  Heights ༓  Never escaping Judge

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ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ

ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ

ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ Judge Vinsmoke ➼ Living

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ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ Sora Vinsmoke ➼ Deceased

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ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ➼ Reiju Vinsmoke ➼ Living

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➼ Ichiji Vinsmoke ➼ Living

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ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ Sanji Vinsmoke ➼ Living, estranged

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ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ Yonji Vinsmoke ➼ Living

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Niji’s connection with his family can be.. Shaky at times. Sanji is long gone, having left the family to prioritise himself and Niji truly can’t blame him - not after the way he’s been treated by their family. He almost wishes he were brave enough to do the same, but sadly he can blend in, and needs the family money more than he needs to be independent. 

Reiju has always been good to him and his brothers, and he appreciates her for that immensely. She showed them kindness where only their mother would typically, and after Sora died became the only one to do so. She understood them more than an outsider ever could.

Niji isn’t sure he hates Judge. He knows that his father is harsh, and unkind, but aren’t all parents? Or maybe all fathers? He has nothing to compare against. Who is he to say that Judge isn’t a product of a harsh life, just as he is himself. Though, he’d prioritise any of his siblings over his father for sure, if the situation ever came down to it.

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ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ

Niji doesn’t really have any friends. He has his siblings, of course, and they’re close to friends in a sense. He also has a few friends online that he games with, but he’s not sure those are truly his friends either. He certainly wouldn’t invite them to his big life events, so he’s not sure they count.

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ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ

Niji isn’t someone who is very good at forming long-term connections. He struggles to connect with anyone at all, and likes to maintain his freedom and independence. A lot of his relationships (not just romantic) in his life have been about control and codependency and so he struggles to form connections without those dynamics, or perhaps in fear of them.

However, he does like to go out clubbing and hook up with strangers. It’s one of his favourite hobbies in fact. The sex is different with everyone, so he never grows bored, and he rarely goes back to the same person twice.

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ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

Niji’s physical health is.. Fine. He played soccer in high school and still occasionally plays with his brothers, because it’s about the only active exercise they get nowadays. Though, they say sex burns calories and Niji maintains that is how he keeps his figure.

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ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

Niji has ADHD and alexithymia. He’s medicated for his ADHD and has semi-regular therapy appointments to help along with all his misplaced anger, and helping him in being able to identify his feelings more accurately, and faster. He sees his therapist less now as he becomes better at it, but he still has a ways to go.

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ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ

Niji eats a lot of junk. He could eat better if he chose to, considering the money the family has available to him, but he enjoys his little rebellions and one of those is eating the worst food he possibly can, going directly against his snobby and rich upbringing.

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ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ

Niji’s memory is fine. It isn’t above or below average.

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ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ

Niji is often up late, whether he’s gaming, clubbing, or doing the horizontal tango. This often means that he sleeps relatively late in the day, which is just fine for him because he doesn’t have a job to go to.

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𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚗 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚖𝚊𝚗

"ʜᴏᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ."

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ʙᴀꜱɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Benn Beckman

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ: Beck

ᴀɢᴇ: 50

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Cis male

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ: He/they

ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Bisexual

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: November 9th

ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ ꜱɪɢɴ: Scorpio

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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'7"

ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ: Fair

ʜᴀɪʀ: Grey

ᴇʏᴇꜱ: Blue

ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ: Lots of scars, sustained through the course of his life, most prominently the one on his face

ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴅꜱ: Earlobe piercings

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ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

Beck had a fairly average life. He had two parents who loved each other, they raised him well, he went to university to get a degree, and then he began to work. But, something about sailing called to him, and Beck took to work on the sea. This meant that despite his desire to settle down at some point, eventually, he never had the chance. He’d meet girls (and sometimes guys) and romance them while he was on land, then he’d disappear for months at a time and when he returned, they’d found someone more reliable. It happened a lot.

He spent a long few years like that, weathering the near-death of his father, and then he met a younger man by the name of Shanks. Shanks was a storm channelled into a body, with more energy than Beck thought he may have ever had, even as a child. Shanks had money, big ideas, and no family. Beck couldn’t ignore the need to bring him close, and make Shanks his business. They’ve been that way ever since. Shanks was there for the death of each of Beck’s parents, and helped him through it, while Beck helped see Shanks through the average hardships of life. They made more friends along the way, but everyone around them knew that it was Beck and Shanks.

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ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ

Beck works at Shanks’ company. The work isn’t exciting, and can often involve physical labour (Beck refused to climb the ranks to sit in some stuffy office doing paperwork, preferring to be getting his hands dirty and actually see the people that were working hard, making the company’s work possible), but it’s satisfying to go home at the end of the day and know he worked, and that he did it well.

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ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ

Drinking

Most people would claim that drinking isn’t a hobby, but then most people haven’t encountered Beck, Shanks and their friends. They make it a hobby, a damn dangerous one, but one well worth it.

Shooting

Beck often goes to his local shooting range to practise his aim. His father had grown up in a rural area, and so he’d been capable of shooting, a skill he learned from his father (Beck’s grandfather), and one he passed down to Beck. He doesn’t need it, but it’s a nice way to relax at the end of the week.

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ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☾ Kamaboko Kamaboko, a fish dish, is Beck’s favourite food

☾ A warm fireplace As a child, he’d spent many evenings with a book in front of his parents’ fireplace, and to this day he loves the feel of the fire, and the nostalgia it gives him.

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ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☽ Hairdresser/barber It’s something that Beck has never liked, sitting in a chair for so long, with someone else so close to you while you can’t move makes him uncomfortable, so his hair is only cut rarely, and usually he does it himself just to take off his dead ends

☽ Feet They freak him out, put your damn toes away

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ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ Mr Benn

➼ Deceased

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➼ Mrs Benn

➼ Deceased

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Beck’s parents have been dead for a good while. He’s getting old now, and he hadn’t expected his parents to live forever, though they died while he was younger than he would’ve liked. They were much like him in the sense that they settled down to create their family later than most, though certainly not as late as him.

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ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

Beck takes good care of himself. Looking good is important to him, and so he makes an effort to put in the work. Plus, he’s no stranger to manual labour so that certainly helps with keeping him in shape.

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ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

Out of all his friends, Beck is likely the most stable. While he would’ve liked to settle down as a younger man, the chance just hasn’t presented itself, and he tries not to dwell on it. That, however, is the biggest thing weighing on him at any moment.

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ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ

Beck eats fairly well. While he knows people that are far better cooks than he is, his food is always edible. Anyone else would tell you he was a great cook. In particular, he has a secret chilli recipe that his friends have been trying to get their hands on for years with no success.

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ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ

Beck has to have a good memory, because he has to remember everything for two men - both him, and Shanks. Shank’s memory is questionable, no matter what the man himself says, and so it’s Beck’s job to keep track of everything.

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ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ

Beck has always been a light sleeper, not for any particular reason he just doesn’t sleep very much, and he’s easy to wake which means he even sleeps less. He’s more than used to being able to function with less sleep though, so it doesn’t much affect him anymore.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎 "𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚘" 𝙰. 𝚁𝚊𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚗

"ɪ'ᴍ ᴀɴ ᴀᴛʜᴇɪꜱᴛ. ꜰɪʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ."

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ʙᴀꜱɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Theodore Alexander Raeken

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ: Theo

ᴀɢᴇ: 17

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Trans male

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ: He/him

ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Gay

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: November 19th

ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ ꜱɪɢɴ: Scorpio

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ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴇꜱ: Chimera (Werewolf/Werecoyore)

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5’9”

ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ: Fair

ʜᴀɪʀ: Brunette

ᴇʏᴇꜱ: Green

ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ: N/A

ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴅꜱ: N/A

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ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

The dread doctors took Theo when he was just nine years old. He had a major heart defect that was sure to kill him without a transplant, and said transplant would make Theo perfect for the doctors' experiments as he would be a genetic chimera. The first successful chimera. They convinced Theo that his older sister Tara wanted him to have her heart so that he would be able to keep living and he believed them. He tricked her into falling into the river, at their favourite spot on the bridge in the preserve, and watched as she died, just as they'd told him to.

They raised him as his guardians, the most parental of the three being The Geneticist. She was like a mother to Theo and showed the largest amount of concern for his mental wellbeing. The doctors ensured he excelled in school in all of his academic subjects, fed him perfectly well, made sure he kept on top of gym visits and had him pursue theatre so he would be able to work as their puppet within schools. Young children, like he had been, were unlikely to survive the procedures they wanted to do. They needed older children.

The Geneticist grew fond of Theo as he aged, conceding things to him and allowing him to live more and more like a 'real kid'. It was her that taught him how to drive, her that bought him fast food following theatre rehearsals, her that bought him his first and only pet, her that helped with his first full shift and helped groom him after runs in the woods, and it was her that helped him plan his escape.

It took a lot of careful care to plan the deaths of each doctor, and hurt so much more to know he had to kill the Geneticist if he wanted to actually be free. She wrote each of their wills, making sure everything that they had would go to Theo and it was her that gave him her blessing to end her very long life. She'd always been invested in their goal of reviving La Bête du Gévaudan, but she had grown more invested in her son.

Theo knew he was trans for a long time. The Dread Doctors may have been murderers, but they were also scientists, so weren't fool enough to deny Theo what he wanted. Theo didn't want them anywhere near him with knives, so while they'd off-handedly offered to help with his transition on several occasions, he'd denied.

When he turned up at Peter's, this was something Peter immediately took to researching with him. The two spent long nights together finding the best surgeons, prices be damned, and got Theo what he wanted.

Theo now takes testosterone injections and has had top surgery. He's still looking into bottom surgery, because he and Peter aren't sure how his body would heal around it if something were to go wrong.

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ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ

Student

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ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ

Because of the way he was treated by the dread doctors, Theo didn't really have time for many hobbies. 

When he was younger he did little league with Scott and Stiles, but he didn't truly have a chance to play sports for enjoyment after he left, he was only given the chance to exercise to maintain his figure. The one thing he did find that he enjoys is theatre. 

The dread doctors wanted him to be a good actor to serve his purpose as they travelled around, and so he got to do theatre classes at each of the high schools that he attended, assuming they provided it as an option. He found that he had quite the passion for theatre and quickly began taking on lead roles in most shows he partook in.

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ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☾ Theatre ☾  Pop punk music ☾  Mythology ☾  Chess ☾  Tattoos

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ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☽  Small spaces ☽  Pop culture ☽  Mannequins ☽  Bowling

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ᴀꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

Theo gave up on imagining a life after the dread doctors a long time ago so now he has no aspirations. He doesn't know what he wants to do, or where he wants to be, he just knows what he's good at. The closest thing he has to any sort of aspiration is his desire to rekindle his friendships from childhood and earn his place in the Hale pack.

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ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ

༓  Meeting his parents again ༓  Hospitals

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ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ

ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ

ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ Mr Raeken ➼ Unknown

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ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ Mrs Raeken ➼ Unkown

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ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ

➼ Tara Raeken ➼ Deceased •⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙⊰⋅• ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ➼ Peter Hale ➼ Living

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Theo has no idea what happened to his parents. The doctors spoke to him, not them, and then his sister was dead and he was being taken away. He hasn't seen his parents since Tara's funeral and never dared to ask the doctors what happened to them, he knew he wasn't allowed to talk about his life before.

He carries a lot of guilt over what happened to Tara, even though he was so young when it happened. He remembers Stiles accusing him of being emotionless for being able to kill her but as he'd said himself - he was a kid, he still believed in Santa. He believed the doctors. He regrets that now and would happily die a hundred times over if it meant that Tara got to live now.

Peter isn't quite family just yet, but when Theo turned up in the pouring rain and asked Peter to take him in, with the knowledge that he'd understand tucked in his back pocket, he became Peter's ward. Peter is maybe the closest thing he had to a father, that he can remember anyway.

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ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ

Theo doesn't struggle with conversation or socialising, but he does struggle making true connections. He hasn't had real friendships since he was a kid and his best friends were Scott and Stiles. Now, he's determined to make some true friends again, but he struggles with honesty after playing the chameleon for so long.

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ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ

Theo has faked attraction and relationships with dozens of people in the past while working with the dread doctors. He's never been truly interested in anyone until more recently, though.

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ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

As a Chimera, equal parts Werewolf and Werecoyote, Theo is in effectively peak physical condition. It’s a great improvement compared to his childhood, where for a while things looked bleak - like he may not survive until his eleventh birthday. Sometimes, he still has unusual feelings around his heart, like it’s beating ‘wrong’ though Theo knows that means nothing.

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ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

Theo’s mental health is, overall, poor. It doesn’t take a genius to work that out. Between his dysphoria, years of traumatic experimentation, being isolated and alone and killing his own sister - to say Theo has some issues is the understatement of the century

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ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ

Growing up with the Dread Doctors, Theo didn’t eat much high quality food. Often, it was the bare minimum, though still balanced. He didn’t often get the chance to eat junk food like other people his age, and now he takes the chance whenever it’s given to him. Though, he also thoroughly enjoys the food Peter makes for him, and is more than happy to take that to school rather than eating whatever it is the cafeteria serves.

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ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ

Theo rarely sleeps well. He had a rough child and teen life, and that has left him more than troubled. He spent a little while living out of his truck, and living with Peter absolutely makes sleeping easier, but it still doesn’t stop the nightmares. He has them every night, and sometimes wakes Peter in the process. He’s exhausted, always.

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𝙴𝚍𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙽𝚎𝚠𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴠᴀʟᴜᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴅɪᴇ ɴᴏᴡ, ʙᴏʏ"

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ʙᴀꜱɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Edward Newgate

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ: Ed, Eddie

ᴀɢᴇ: 73

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Cis male

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ: He/him

ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Bisexual (not that he knows that)

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: April 6th

ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ ꜱɪɢɴ: Aries

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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'8"

ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ: Fair

ʜᴀɪʀ: White

ᴇʏᴇꜱ: Blue

ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ: N/A

ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴅꜱ: N/A

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ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

Eddie grew up with two loving parents, desperate to give him a larger family to grow up in. Both of his parents had grown up in large families and understood how it felt to be unconditionally loved beyond doubt. Eddie's parents were the only two members of their respective families left by the time that Eddie had turned thirteen. They also failed to conceive any further children. But, they loved him just the same.

Through high school, Eddie had a friend and playful rival in Roger, a kid just the year below him in school. They were two of the best performing students in sports, and often clashed heads as a result (though, never in a malicious or aggressive way). Little did Eddie know, his respect and admiration for Roger was also a crush on the younger boy, though at the time he was generally ignorant of the LGBTQ, and never processed it at the time. To this day, it’s something he hasn’t ever realised.

He was twenty one when his mother died, and twenty two when his father died of a broken heart. Then, he was alone. But, he'd taken on their dream of creating a large family and he planned to fulfil that. He'd attended the local college when he was nineteen to get a carpentry qualification, and there he met a woman who he loved dearly. They'd gotten married just before his mother died, wanting to ensure she could be there, and by the time his father died she was pregnant.

TW: Murder, death of a child

Eddie was twenty six when his wife and daughter were killed in a break-in. He'd been away from the ranch on business, and when he'd returned, he found their dead bodies in the living room, as if they were still waiting for him to arrive home. He didn't bother with romance after that, though he did begin to foster children to build the family he craved, and to give kids the lives they deserved.

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ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ

Eddie works on a ranch, where his various children have the chance to grow up learning skills and life lessons, and if they choose to, they can continue to grow families of their own on his land. The land belonged to his father before him, and his grandfather before that, and over the years more and more property has been developed on the land for people to live in. 

Anyone who works on the ranch is one of Eddie's 'sons' but not all of them are his foster children. Not that you would be able to tell that from the outside. Nowadays, he doesn't do much manual labour, but he's always around.

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ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ

Building

While perhaps he might not technically consider it to be a hobby, Eddie spends a lot of time building things. Whether that’s cribs, tables, houses or fences - he can build it all. Initially he did it to save money, and now he does it to teach any of his kids that want to learn the trade.

Hiking

It may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but it is Eddie’s. He loves to hike, the longer and more intimidating the trail the better. He doesn’t mind going alone, though company is always appreciated. His favourite part is when you reach the end of the trail and get to see the view that was waiting for you, and then sitting to have a picnic. He always brings a picnic.

Boxing

As a younger man, Eddie had been partial to boxing. Though he’s a gentle man, with tender hands for anyone who may need it and a shoulder to cry on, he also grew up with a lot of anger. Anger that there were people who suffered, and that he couldn’t actually do anything to help. So, he took up boxing. It’s not something that he does anymore, as he’s too old now, but he enjoyed it immensely.

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ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☾ Darts An old man sport for old man Eddie. You can’t fault a guy for liking what he’s supposed to, and Eddie is a fairly casual enjoyer of darts. He isn’t particularly passionate about it, nor does he know any of the top players at the minute, but he watches it if it’s on.

☾ Dogs With the number of children that he managed to take in over the years, Eddie never managed to actually adopt a dog, but he loves them. He’d had a large german shepherd as a child, and he’d love to own one again, the ranch is certainly large enough for a dog to get their energy out.

☾ Family time It started out as a joke when the children were younger, having family time to force them to socialise and do something other than be miserable, and play video games, but as everyone in the family has gotten older, it’s become something they all enjoy.

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ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☽ Unnecessary conflict Eddie resents people who feel the need to get into fights over simple things that are relatively easy to resolve, he finds it to be unnecessary and sometimes even pathetic, especially if it is amongst adults.

☽ Carpet floors A significant amount of his home used to be carpeted.. And then he had children. You know the end of this story.

☽ Waking up late Eddie has woken up early to begin work as soon as possible for his entire life, and though he doesn’t need to do this anymore, he hates to wake up late because he feels as though he is wasting valuable sunlight. A habit he can’t shake.

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ᴀꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

While Eddie knows that he won’t live forever, he’d like to think that he has a chance of living long enough to see his kids grow, and turn into the people that he knows they can be. To see them succeed, and have families of his own - he’s achieved everything else in his life, what more could he want than that?

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ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ

ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ Charles Newgate

➼ Deceased

Charles was the one to raise Eddie on the ranch, and the one to leave it to him when he died. Before that it had belonged to his father, Edward’s grandfather.

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ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ Katherine Newgate

➼ Deceased

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ᴡɪꜰᴇ

➼ Megan Newgate

➼ Deceased

Megan was the love of Eddie’s life, a kind-hearted woman that reflected himself and was planning to build a life in their little corner of the world, until she was killed.

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➼ Hazel Newgate

➼ Deceased

To this day, Eddie has a room in the main ranch house dedicated to his daughter, the room she never even grew old enough to sleep in. It has never been touched, aside from brushing dust off shelves and photo frames.

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ꜱᴏɴ

➼ Marco Newgate

➼ Living

Marco was the first child that Eddie adopted. He was found on the streets, dirty and causing just a little bit of trouble, and he never hesitated to take that little boy into his home. It was easy to accept him, and love him, and the battle he fought to make the boy his own was well worth it.

Marco was one of the most intelligent amongst his kids, though out loud Eddie would never compare them.

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ꜱᴏɴ

➼ Marshall D. Teach

➼ Living

Teach is an odd case. Eddie knew he was troubled, and he had a penchant for a little bit of illegal activity, but he’d never turned away from a challenge and hardship never made a kid undeserving of love. So, he took Teach in. He turned out pretty different to the other kids, never truly gave in to the family way of life, but that was okay - he’d never ask more of his kids than they were willing to give. Still living at home, he was little trouble outwardly, though Eddie suspected that there was more beneath the surface, and he refused to let that change how he felt about his boy.

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ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

Eddie’s physical health has, historically, been very good. He enjoyed exercise and with working a manual labour job, he was never short of tasks to undertake to keep himself healthy. On top of that, he wanted to ensure that his kids had the best of health too, which meant he prioritised healthy eating. However, everyone gets sick sometimes..

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ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

The deaths of his wife and daughter still weigh heavily on Edward, despite the years that have passed since then. While he loves his current children, none of them will fill the hole that was left behind - not because they’re not enough, but because that space in his heart will always be carved for what he lost.

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ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ

Having focused on healthy eating for the various children that he was raising, Eddie has become fairly good at cooking over the years. He’s hardly a five star chef, but it’s more than enough for his (not so) little family. He ensures that he eats three meals a day, and tries to make sure any of his kids do the same, though food is an issue that he doesn’t force.

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ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ

Eddie’s memory is fairly average, as far as memory goes. Though, he makes sure to take lots of pictures of important moments, that way he can’t forget them. He has graduation pictures for each and every one of his kids, and plenty of pictures of other important moments, and the not important ones too.

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ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ

Eddie sleeps an average seven hours each night, sleeping early and waking up early, with his body clock doing most of the work for him. Though, he’s had plenty of late nights in his history comforting children who’d had nightmares, or cleaning up vomit.

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𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙰. 𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚎

"ꜰᴏᴏʟɪꜱʜɴᴇꜱꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴀʙʟᴇ ʙʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ."

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ʙᴀꜱɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Cargan Aasil Crocodile

Cargan - "from the small rock"

Aasil - "to attack violently and persistently"

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ: Crocodile/Mr Zero

ᴀɢᴇ: 46

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ: He/Him

ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Bisexual (male lean)

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: September 5th

ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ ꜱɪɢɴ: Virgo

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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 8'4"

ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ: Tan/olive skinned

ʜᴀɪʀ: Black, shoulder length

ᴇʏᴇꜱ: Green, piercing

ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ: A scar likened to a crocodile's smile across the bridge of his nose and his cheeks

ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴅꜱ: Since he's missing a hand, Crocodile has a prosthetic hand. Alongside this, he has just one piercing.. Somewhere special ;)

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ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

Crocodile's childhood wasn't the happiest. With a father, and extended paternal family, who were petty thieves in and out of prison and quick to anger, it was easy to struggle. One thing Crocodile never struggled with though, was understanding how cruel his father was to his mother.

Annalise was a gentle woman who wanted a better life for her only living child. Crocodile had been her only child to survive until birth. 

When he turned eighteen, Crocodile changed his name. He kept the forename that was given to him by his mother, a family name, but changed his surname to something that he felt was better suited.

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ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ

Crocodile's entire life is built on secrets. Secrets upon secrets. And half of them are just as important as the last. Some secrets, however, are far more personal

- His true name (people call him Crocodile or Mr 0, never Cargan)

- His family history

- How he lost his hand 

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ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ

Rainbase Casino

Crocodile loves Rainbase Casino as if it were his child. He has invested a lot of money, time, energy and emotions into creating the business that stands there today and it is something that he can be proud of. It continues to grow as Crocodile looks at expanding to further locations.

Underhanded Business

Alongside running the casino legitimately, Crocodile also allows some underhanded dealings to take place inside. He has deals with particular groups that they are permitted to use his casino for whatever they may need it for, provided they follow a set of rules, and never become violent with customers.

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ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☾ Cigars 

Crocodile smokes a lot, easily smoking at least ten cigars per day, often more, depending on how busy his day is

☾ Whiskey and scotch

When it comes to alcohol, Crocodile doesn't drink much, but if he is going to drink then he insists on alcohol of the highest quality

☾ Quiet evenings 

Noise is something that deeply irritates Crocodile and so quiet evenings mean a lot to him. It provides a way for him to unwind from a day of hard work

☾ His mother

His mother will always have a special place in Crocodile's heart, his dear mama

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ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☽ His paternal family

After everything they've done to him, and the lack of things they did for him, Crocodile has no love for his paternal family

☽ The smell of burning flesh

It's all too familiar, and Crocodile prefers to avoid situations he may find distressing, particularly if that distress may show on his face

☽ Eccentric people

In his humble opinion, eccentric people are everything that's wrong with the world. Shut up, mind your damn business, stop inflicting yourself on everyone else

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ᴀꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

Crocodile wants to build a business empire. He grew up with nothing, and now he has everything, and he’d like to keep it that way. He doesn’t think about what will happen to the business once he dies, because that doesn’t concern him, what’s important is living now and living well. In honour of his mother.

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ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ

Crocodile isn't a man that admits to his fears, but if he were to be honest-

༓ He fears that one day, he'll look into the mirror, and see his father 

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ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ

ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ Oliver Griffiths

➼ Living 

Oliver was a cruel and stupid man. Crocodile may be cruel, but he doesn't just hurt for the sake of hurting, he does it in pursuit of his goals. He'd certainly never hurt someone that he cared about - not his soulmate. Oliver, however, had spent his life doing exactly that.

He often abandoned Annalise and Crocodile in favour of his criminal pursuits, leaving them with next to no money for months at a time, forcing Crocodile to work from an early age to help support the family. Then, when he came back, he'd take what little money they had to support himself.

TW: Moderate (canon compliant) violence, child abuse

When Crocodile was sixteen, he was more than done and over with his father. He was a coward, and a lowly thug. He'd hurt his mother, and Crocodile wasn't willing to let that happen again. He returned once again, after almost a year of absence, and demanded more. Demanded his wife. Crocodile wasn't going to allow that. He struck his father, taking advantage of the surprise element of his attack, and sent the man running with his tail between his legs.

Oliver returned later once Annalise wasn't home, his brothers in tow, and beat Crocodile within an inch of his life. He beat Crocodile for an hour, never allowing him to lose consciousness until the final moment. He came to, having screamed in agony for that full hour until he passed out, alerting the neighbours. He'd been out for just fifteen minutes, but when he came to, his hand was gone, the wound burned to prevent bleeding. Oliver didn't want his child dead, just maimed permanently.

They never saw him again after that.

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➼ Annalise Griffiths

➼ Deceased

Annalise was a perfect woman, who wholeheartedly believed that if Oliver was her soulmate then they were meant to be together - if not for the sake of her, then for the sake of the man that Crocodile would become. She instilled in him the feelings that he has about soulmates, and he promised her on her deathbed that if he found his soulmate, he'd treat them as nothing less than royalty. 

She cared for him all her life, never letting him face hardship if she could help it, taking beatings from her lover to shield him for as long as possible. She cared for other children in the neighbourhood to earn extra money, using that to feed herself and Crocodile.

He ensured that her gravestone said Crocodile, rather than Griffiths when she died, tied to him and not the monster that had married her.

Annalise Crocodile

Loving mother, incredible woman

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ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

Generally, in the present day, Crocodile has good physical health but the evidence of his previous harm is visible. The scar across his face tells people that he's a threat and he doesn’t bother to hide his prosthetic hand, or act as if it is real. People can be aware of what he has experienced, it doesn’t impact him.

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ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

Crocodile doesn't have time for mental health. He is just fine. He works hard but ensures he takes breaks so he can work at a consistent quality. What more does he need to worry about? 

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ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ

Crocodile makes a habit of eating three meals a day. Food is important, it fuels his body and mind and without those things he couldn't do his work. He can also afford to do so, and to eat lavishly - so why should he spare any expense?

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ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ

Crocodile, if he were a man who tended to make jokes, may claim that he should've changed his name to elephant. His memory is perfect, especially if you've wronged him - he never forgets.

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ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ

Whether he's gotten three hours of sleep or eight, Crocodile's mood doesn't change, just how long he'll allow you to irritate him before your brains paint his walls. He does try to sleep a healthy seven hours every night, at least, but sometimes the work has to come first. He can rest when it's done.

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"ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ?"

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ʙᴀꜱɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Dracule Mihawk

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ: Hawkeyes, World's Greatest Swordsman, Marine Hunter

ᴀɢᴇ: 43

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Cis male

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ: He/him

ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Gay

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: March 9th

ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ ꜱɪɢɴ: Pisces

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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'6"

ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ: Fair

ʜᴀɪʀ: Black

ᴇʏᴇꜱ: Yellow

ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ: N/A

ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴅꜱ: N/A

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ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

Mihawk spent years working up to his title of World's Greatest Swordsman, but before that he was known as "Marine Hunter". He'd tracked down marines and forced them beneath his sword, then left their heads where they'd be found. He was nineteen when Roger was executed, and was already known as Marine Hunter by that time, known to be a formidable young swordsman, with no mercy for those he hunted.. He went on to earn his current title, defeating the previous Greatest Swordsman with little difficulty by that time, and then became one of the first to be honoured with the title ‘Warlord of the Sea’. He changed from Marine Hunter, to Marine Lackey in the blink of an eye, though he appreciated the immunity that it granted in, even if he didn’t particularly need it. 

But before all that, there was a peculiar little boy, who dressed in black and whose skin was too fair for the tropical island he came from and stuck out like a sore thumb in every crowd. A little boy whose parents were also peculiar, and taught him not to care what people thought of him. A little boy who learned to hate marines from a very early age. A little boy who was trained to fight by his father, so he'd never have to worry about getting into a fight he couldn't win.

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ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ

Mihawk is a pirate through and through, he always has been even if he travelled alone. Even as a younger man he hadn't needed a crew to assist him and even less now. He's been a successful pirate from the very first day that he set to sail and he intends to continue like that. Weighing himself down with a crew isn’t worth the hassle that it could cause, especially at this point in his career, when any men he might acquire were more likely to tremble before him than listen to any orders that he might give. Or, they may intend to challenge him, which truly he has no time for recruiting and then quickly dispatching potential crewmates when he could be doing anything else.

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ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ

Gardening

In his solitude and boredom on his previous island of residence, Mihawk took up gardening. He can grow flowers, fruits and vegetables, even in the poor conditions of his previous home island - he has quite the green thumb.

Latin dancing

Despite not partaking in it often (due to lack of chances rather than lack of interest), Mihawk loves to dance, specifically he loves Latin dance. His mother was the one to teach him, and she’d danced with his father frequently. She taught Mihawk various styles of dance that she’d learned over the years, and he focused on each lesson the same as he would in a swordsmanship lesson with his father. Her favourite dance was the argentine tango, though it’s not a true latin dance. Mihawk's personal favourite is the rhumba.

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ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☾ Gardening

Gardening is the only hobby that Mihawk has ever maintained, having picked it up from his father in childhood, he sees it as a good skill for anyone to have, and he isn’t ashamed of his ‘uncharacteristic’ passtime.

☾ Quiet and solitude

Mihawk is a quiet person, who has spent a large portion of his life alone, minding his business and keeping himself entertained. To this day, it’s something that he values, as his alone time is very important to decompress, and sound grates on him immensely.

☾ Red wine

While Mihawk isn’t the biggest partaker in alcohol, his personal preference is wine, specifically red. He’s partial to a sweeter wine, one of the few sweet things that he enjoys on a regular basis.

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ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☽ Loud people

All of Mihawk’s senses are advanced, not just his sight, and so people who are loud irritate him even more than they usually would, though they’re incredibly annoying regardless of his sensitive ears.

☽ Getting drunk

In getting drunk, MIhawk loses control of his faculties and his senses, and he feels naked without them, a part of him is also concerned for what he would do if left unchecked and drunk. He prefers to be sober, or at most, slightly buzzed.

☽ The World Government

Marines are good for nothing, and the World Government has done very little good in his lifetime, if any at all.

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ᴀꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

Mihawk is bored. His current dream, above all else, is to find someone that can beat him.There is no use in his abilities if he is to be the best and remain there, with nobody so much as coming close to being able to beat him.

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ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ

Mihawk does not fear what people think of him anymore, he is past the boyish worry that he is seen as odd. He does, however, fear somewhere deep down that he will continue to be alone, never finding any form of companionship in any form, as a result of his oddness.

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ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ Dracule Aureliano

➼ Deceased

Aureliano was a good father. He was the one to teach Mihawk to fight, he'd been quite capable with a blade himself and had used it to care for his family. He was also the one who taught Mihawk about plants, and caring for a garden, that was a hobby they had shared.His father had doted on his mother in a way most other couples don’t, and he’d loved Mihawk just the same. His family was his pride and joy, and nobody could take that love away from him, even if they took his family from him.

Aureliano died when Mihawk was 21, already well on his way to his title of Greatest Swordsman. Mihawk returned to his home town to pay his respects the moment he heard the news.

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➼ Dracule Viviana

➼ Deceased

Viviana was the type of woman a man can only dream of, and Mihawk had seen just how in love his parents were. She lit up every room she walked into, and everyone in the town couldn't help loving her, even if they believed that she and her family were odd. The fact that they wanted to love her made them dislike the entire family even more.

She'd loved dance and music, they'd been her biggest passions in life. She taught Mihawk to dance so one day he could share it with his lover as she did with hers. She sang and played the lute, and she'd done so at every opportunity, even just doing chores around the house. Mihawk had loved singing and dancing with her.

When he was sixteen, shortly before beginning his journey as a lone pirate, Viviana was killed by a marine. They'd landed on the island looking for pirates, and had found her peculiar as everyone did. She'd been kind regardless, as she always was and the man that killed her had simply claimed she was 'too annoying'.

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ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

Mihawk is at peak physical health. He makes sure to take care of himself, and has never particularly been inclined toward unhealthy foods - which does help. His alcohol intake is occasional, and he doesn't smoke.

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ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

If you were to ask him, Mihawk would say that his mental health, generally, is fine. But, he's definitely not a people person. He enjoys his solitude, and dislikes being in large groups of people. It doesn't make him anxious, he just doesn't like it.

But it doesn't take a genius to realise that he has far more going on than that. Despite how much time in his childhood he spent laughing and smiling, being truly happy, he has become deeply changed as he has aged. When he was with his parents, it was easy to forget the way people saw him. Then, he became a pirate on a path for violence and the looks he received changed for the worse. He even began to believe them.

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ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ

Mihawk can go for extended periods without food, but he doesn't choose to if he can eat. He enjoys food, particularly well prepared meals with quality ingredients. He’d claim that the highest quality ingredients come from his own garden, and the highest quality meals are made by his own hands - though he is partial to the food at the Baratie too.

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ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ

Mihawk's memory is fairly average, for most things. Though, he does have a habit of remembering things he specifically wishes not to, like the sound of his mother’s laugh and the sight of his father’s smile. They almost haunt him, though he considers those memories to be good ones, as he dearly loved and still misses his parents to this day, as the only people who have ever truly and fully accepted him.

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ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ

Mihawk sleeps very little, a habit from spending so many years sailing alone. He sleeps for short times, and is more than capable of working at high capacity despite limited sleep. This means that he deeply values the naps that he does take.

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𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂. 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚎

"ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴄᴏᴍʙɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ."

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ʙᴀꜱɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Peter Sebastian Hale

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ: N/A

ᴀɢᴇ: 33

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Cis male

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ: He/him

ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Bisexual

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: October 27th

ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ ꜱɪɢɴ: Scorpio

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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5’10”

ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ: Fair

ʜᴀɪʀ: Brunette

ᴇʏᴇꜱ: Blue

ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ: N/A

ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴅꜱ: N/A

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ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

Peter was never really sure what he wanted to do as a career. He mostly flew through his subjects at school, taking on extra study at home into druidic practices out of pure interest. He never found much of it particularly stimulating. As a result of this, he tested out of high school early, finishing a whole year before his peers (yes he rubs this in the face of Harris, who was the year above him in school). So, with an attitude like that and money to burn, Peter pursued multiple bachelor's degrees. 

He has a bachelor's in literature and one in law. He's always thought he should go back to school just to keep himself occupied but the more trouble Beacon Hills gets itself into, the more his hackles rise and his need to be close to home to protect his family only becomes stronger. He spent a large amount of his childhood babysitting, cooking and cleaning, taking care of not just his own children but also the children of the neighbourhood. Who was he to refuse playdates, particularly when local parents were in need of a helping hand?

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ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ

Peter has dabbled in a few different fields of work, from working with his degrees to menial work for family businesses, but nothing seems to stick. He has his hobbies but he doubts any of them could suffice as a career, like his enjoyment for cooking (but he could never work in a kitchen).

One business that he seems to always come back to, is his interior design work. He only takes clients that he is genuinely interested in working with, and makes sure to do his work to the finest detail perfectly. Clients don't always react well to working with a middle aged man, but he loves being able to prove them wrong. He only does a few jobs each year, whenever the desire strikes, but he enjoys it.

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ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ

༓ Collecting old cars ༓ Collecting old books ༓ Interior design ༓ Language learning

Peter is a man with a lot of spare time and a lot of money.

His wealth of course lends itself to more expensive hobbies but he has never done anything you'd consider.. tasteless. He doesn't own boats, he doesn't 'flex' as he's heard the pups call it. He keeps it to himself. He owns a warehouse out in Beacon County where he stores his small car collection, something he hopes to sink more money into in future. 

He also collects old books. Books on the supernatural, on the old gods, old literature, first editions, books about magic forgotten by time, on druidic practices, anything bound with leather or cloth that costs over $50. He loves his small library (he owns not only his penthouse apartment but also one of the apartments on the floor below for just this purpose). Sometimes he wonders if he should buy a regular house.

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ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☾ Romance novels ☾ Theatre ☾ Homecooked meals (especially if he had a hand in the cooking) ☾ Baked goods ☾ Tea ☾ Lavender

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ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☽ His father ☽ Bananas ☽ Tennis ☽ Supernatual movies/books/tv shows

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ᴀꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

His aspirations now pertain mostly to his pups. He wants to see them all graduate, and end up in places in their life where they're happy. He wants to help them in any way that he can. He has considered taking in some younger pups, adopting them, but he doesn't think Talia would approve. Some small part of him also aspires to finally escape from Talia's grip, but another part of him feels guilty for even thinking it. That's his sister.

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*ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ*

༓ Losing his siblings/niblings ༓ Hunters ༓ Discovery

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ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ

ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ

ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ Lincoln Hale ➼ Deceased

ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ Lillian Hale ➼ Deceased

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ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ

➼ Talia Hale ➼ Living

ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ-ɪɴ-ʟᴀᴡ

➼ Nathaniel Hale ➼ Living

ɴɪᴇᴄᴇ

➼ Laura Hale ➼ Living

ɴᴇᴘʜᴇᴡ

➼ Derek Hale ➼ Living

ɴɪᴇᴄᴇ

➼ Cora Hale ➼ Living

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ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ

➼ Mae Hale ➼ Living

ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ-ɪɴ-ʟᴀᴡ

➼ Stuart Hale ➼ Living

ɴɪᴇᴄᴇ

➼ Lucy Hale ➼ Living

ɴᴇᴘʜᴇᴡ

➼ Charlie Hale ➼ Missing, presumed deceased

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ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ George Hale ➼ Living

ɴɪᴇᴄᴇ

➼ Iris Hale ➼ Living

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ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ

➼ Celia Hale ➼ Living

ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ-ɪɴ-ʟᴀᴡ

➼ Brooke Hale ➼ Living

ɴɪᴇᴄᴇ

➼ Sophie Hale ➼ Living

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ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ

➼ Malia Tate ➼ Living

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Peter Hale is a family man. He was close with both of his parents for different reasons, and had special, unique relationships with each of his siblings. Though, this changed the older he became. Talia was his idol, Mae taught him control, George taught him how to fight and Celia was his best friend. When his siblings began having children, they became his whole world.

Out of all his siblings, he has given the most bottles, changed the most diapers and soothed the most scraped knees. It got to a point where some of his nieces and nephews would come to him with their problems over their own parents. It wasn't that they neglected their children, they didn't do that by any measure, (except for Talia, though Peter hated to admit it), he was just always there for them. Their parents worked, Uncle Peter took them to the park, their parents got home late, Uncle Peter cooked them dinner, their parents were too busy to make all their events, Uncle Peter went to every last dance recital, concert and basketball game.

He often got curious looks from teachers and parents, but Peter didn't care. He was there for his nieces and nephews, no matter what they needed. He'd pick them up from school and walk them home or wait for them when one of their parents was going to be late. One of Laura's teachers once asked if Peter was okay, she was worried he was caring for his nieces and nephews alone, but he only laughed. Of course, he wasn't, but also of course he would if he needed to. They're family.

Peter was an accident. It’s no secret in his family. At first, it had been something said by his mother, she wanted no secrets kept from him, and it was something to boast about. Some children were hated for being accidents, but Peter was loved despite it. When his mother died, his father changed that. Sometimes, in the cold, darkness of winter nights, Peter was sure he could hear his father muttering that his mother’s death was his fault.

When his eldest niece Laura was born, he was just five years old. He didn’t entirely understand what had happened except now he had someone new to look after and play with. He would sit in her nursery to play with his toys. This was when Talia still cared, so she would gently remind him to be quiet near the baby and to be gentle with her when he cuddled her. He was always gentle. He wouldn’t dream of hurting the baby.

He was seven when Derek was born, so he was old enough to understand everything and to want to help as much as he could. Though he wasn’t trusted with the baby just yet, this is when Talia’s care began to wander and so he was told that to help he could look after Laura. Peter agreed. He would sit with Laura in Derek’s nursery, and they would play and do colouring, just making sure the baby was okay. Derek had been born so close to Peter’s birthday that he had joked that Derek was his birthday present, him being born was like being given another friend.

When Iris was adopted he was eight. He welcomed her just the same, trusted slightly more with her than he had been with Derek when he’d first been born, but George also took more care with his daughter than Talia did with hers, so Peter felt less need to watch over her. Sometimes Derek was left crying for a long time, so Peter and Laura would climb into his crib, Iris rarely cried. She was a happy baby.

He was fourteen when Charlie was born, and then Cora. By now, he was more than just good with kids and so he took to them both like a duck to water. He loved them dearly. Laura was nine so she helped Peter where she could, though he made sure that she never did as much as he did. She was too little, not like Peter. Talia by this point had lost almost all of her interest in her children, so Peter took over. Not like Nathaniel had ever cared.

When Charlie went missing, it consumed Peter. He was just sixteen. He spent an entire year looking for him. It became his job, his life. Every morning, he ate breakfast so he'd have the energy to look for his nephew, he ate lunch so he wouldn't crash, he slept so he'd be rested enough to use his senses to their full potential. Then, one day, Talia told him to stop. They had quite the argument about it, Peter was desperate to find his nephew and Talia claimed Mae was more upset by his trying because she couldn't mourn her loss. So, he stopped. But he never let go of the hope that his nephew was out there, somewhere, safe, and happy.

During the time Charlie was missing, early on, he met an older woman named Corinne while he was out asking about Charlie. She could tell he was in distress and thought he was cute. She took advantage of this. Later that year, his daughter Malia was born, and Talia couldn't stand it, so she took away his memories of his daughter, made sure Corinne would never return, and put Malia into the adoption system as she had with Charlie.

Now, Peter has another son. A son of his own. Theo Raeken had turned up one day on his doorstep, soaking wet from the rain, with just a backpack and looking like he’d been crying. Theo had killed his previous ‘guardians’ and now needed somewhere to go. He’d known he could trust Peter. So, he took the Chimera in without a moment’s hesitation, finding comfort in having someone else in his large and empty apartment and enjoying having someone to care for again. It didn’t matter that Theo wanted it to be a secret, Peter was just happy to have someone to cook for and help with homework again.

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ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ

Peter has never been someone who made friends. He had however been friends with the late Claudia Stilinski, and her husband Noah. When Claudia passed away, he became even closer with Noah, helping him with his almost addiction.

The only other real friend that he has is the newest addition to the Sheriff's department, one Jordan Parrish. An unlikely friendship that means a lot to Peter. Jordan was close to his age, just four years younger, where his other friend Noah was sixteen years older. It was nice to have someone he could relate to, joke with, and feed. Peter feeds everyone he cares about, especially his friends living in run down apartments that clearly have troubled pasts.

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ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ

When Peter was sixteen, he got into a 'relationship' with Corinne, also known as the Desert Wolf. This relationship led to Corinne becoming pregnant with Peter's child and giving birth to Malia. Peter was being manipulated by the significantly older woman, it was clear to everyone when he told them about her. Talia resented that he'd had a child so young when the town's eyes were already on her because of how he treated her own children, so she took Peter's memories and put Malia up for adoption, erasing her from the family.

Following the trend of Peter preferring those older than him, he also fell into bed with one Deucalion Blackwood, who later became the Alpha of Alphas. Peter was nineteen this time around and so while it was legal, Deucalion was still much older than he was and so it was thrilling. The relationship was almost entirely sex and Peter loved it. He grew to love Deucalion. But, the other man didn't feel the same. After he became blind, he left Beacon Hills behind without so much as a goodbye.

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ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

As a Werewolf, Peter’s body is in peak physical condition. Though, he still takes time to exercise to maintain his shape, because although his body was naturally inclined to health and wellness, that doesn’t mean he should let himself slack.

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ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

Peter has never been officially diagnosed with anything. This is something he holds onto no matter how people fight it. He refuses to be anything other than "normal" (though this is never something he'd force on others, just a strange standard he set for himself). Though, if you took him to a professional, he would undoubtedly be diagnosed with Autism.

Also, Peter has issues with anxiety. Had the fire happened, who could know how severe that would have become. Before Deucalion, Peter was generally uncaring for others unless they were family, but being involved with someone else opened him up to more feelings and so now has something of an abandonment issue problem. He also has issues with anxiety when it comes to departing from his routines.

Peter would say, looking back, that he might have had depression as a teenager. From around the time Cora was born. But he didn't have time to be depressed, he had little ones depending on him and grades to get. Besides, his siblings only just had time for their own kids they didn't have time for him. So, he ignored it. He packed all his issues into a little box and just kept going, his pups as the only highlight of his very gloomy life. He isn't sure it ever went away, but it got easier. Even if it did get a whole lot worse when his mother died. It's been creeping its way back in since he moved out, but he refuses to move back home or visit too often, lest Talia say something about it.

TW: Suicide attempt, Depressive thoughts, mention of vomit

Following his relationship with Deucalion, his mental health took a dive. There was a time where he thought he'd never come out of the dark spot. He wasn't helping the pups like he should, he was falling behind in school. It was hard. He couldn't find any positives, any silver linings, no reason to keep going. The pups had plenty of family, and even if they'd miss him, they'd learn to live without him. Maybe their lives would finally be normal. So.. he tried to OD.

Peter's attempt did not succeed. Of course it didn't, his body processed the pills quickly and he was throwing them up before he could even process that he felt sick at all. After that, the depression got worse for a while. He felt guilty for trying to leave, he hated himself for having to stay, he spoiled the pups for weeks following it just to make up for a sin they didn't know he'd committed. He never told anyone. They didn't need to know that he'd tried to take the coward's way out, since some part of him knew that an OD just wouldn't take.

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ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ

Peter enjoys cooking, particularly for others, and so he often eats well. He shops at the farmer’s market, buying the highest quality ingredients possible in order to ensure that himself, and those he cares about, eat the best that they can. It’s important - and Peter is just a little bit of a snob when it comes to food.

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ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ

Peter’s memory is significantly above average, that was how he managed to become so educated. He remembers every birthday, every event, every embarrassing thing you wish he’d forget.

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ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ

Peter really values his sleep. He doesn’t often nap, but it’s important to him that he gets at least seven hours of sleep each night, though he prefers at least nine. He likes to sleep. Though, he doesn’t object to sleeping less if he’s needed for something.

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