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Name |
Terence William |
Nickname | T |
Age | 21 |
DOB | November 13, 1973 |
Blood | Halfblood |
House | Slytherin |
Pulled From |
January 24, 1996
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Residence | [Insert upon acceptance] |
Occupation |
[Insert upon acceptance] |
Sexuality | Bisexual |
Romantic Status |
Single
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PB |
Matthew Daddario |
Dealing with this will probably be one of the hardest things for Terence to do. He's held on to his resentment and fear for most of his life and it will be a hard cycle to break. If he could make connections and learn to trust at least one individual he might be able to let go of some of the anger and distrust. It's basically experience and interaction.
In order to resolve this baggage, Terence will need to let his anger with his father go, as well as the jealousy he feels toward his sisters. He basically needs to accept the fact that his Father plays a nonexistent role in his own happiness and realize that with or without a responsible father, he can still live his life in whatever way makes him happy.
In order to deal with this baggage, Terence needs to find something he is good at and that other people can appreciate. Selling contraband isn't going to work out for him this time around as he's limited to what can be found on the Island. Basically, he needs to develop a useful skill set.
This is a fear you just learn to accept and move on. Understanding the science behind it has not helped him, so perhaps exposure to it will make him more accustomed. Perhaps there can be a week of bad thunderstorms on the island?
This one is rather straightforward. By moving through his emotional constipation and developing a meaningful connection with another person, he can begin to fill the whole inside of him and move past it.
It'd be nice for him to have some sort of responsibility other than just taking care of himself. Given the structure of the island and the job assignment, that could help. Furthermore, over time perhaps other people will expect more from him than what he's normally willing to give.
Am I suppose to be keeping track?
The past and it's none of your damn business.
I feel that they're socks.
Don't care either way.
A female version of myself? How the hell would I know? I'd probably just go back to sleep.