--------------------- ----【Name】Alabaster Lester Darrens ---------【Gender】Male [He/him] --------------【Age】16 --------------------- _________________________________ ---------------【Likes】Annoying people with whom he's quite fond of or close with, sculpting, travelling, board games and debates. ------------【Dislikes】People being clumsy and messy and destroying his works of art, and the feeling of imperfection within himself [Sadly, that feeling is a frequent visitor] --------------------【Personality】 Gifted at art, primarily sculpting. Another great thing about him is his snide yet creative comebacks and insults which he distributes often. "The sarcasm is genetic...", he says. He's rather defensive but still tries to maintain a friendship if he somehow gets one. Beneath all that, bubbles a boiling hot layer of mixed feelings- anger, resentment, and confusion... which he liked to push out in the form of sculptures so that all of those yucky emotions wouldn't clog his mind. Afterall, statues were mere works of stone and mud. Physical and destroyable. If he felt dissatisfied, he could simply build something up, and then make it shatter into tiny pieces- miniscule and insignificant... like him and his problems... almost unable to harm or affect anyone. ------------------------------------------------------------------ 【Backstory?】 If you asked someone at school who this kid was, they'd describe him as a charming and confident boy who was gifted at arts and sculpting. If you asked his parents, they would try to remember that there was someone called Alabaster in the family. Though he was the second oldest, he lay forgotten like a pot coated in cobwebs. All the attention seemed to fly towards the youngest and only girl... Alice Blue. Alabaster never hated her for it though. Strange. He saved his resentment for their parents. He realized early on that he didn't belong nor matter there. They didn't need him and he didn't need them either. He lived for his siblings, all unique and great in some weird way. Especially Alice. They got along quite well. He respected her bravery and reluctance to be spoiled, and she respected his insults; as sharp and unforgiving as a broken mirror. Then this camp came. He had skills, and he wasn't weak. He has come to prove to all of those non-believers that he isn't. Here enters the sculptor. ___________________________________________ 【Note】His left hand is battered with nasty scars due to his chisel striking it when he accidently drops it or strikes his hand instead of his art in progress. Also yeah, the chisel is very stabbable
