Rivoka Syndrome App

Name: Abbott, Jared

Alias: Jared

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Birthday: January 18

Height/Weight: 5'7 / 138 llbs

Division: Grounds Keeper: Just seemed like a safer option for him, being a bit more accident prone then others. He's more used to this type of work anyway, when he wasn't on stage he was always cleaning up after the show.

Personalities:

-Clumsy: He has two left feet and he's constantly tripping over them. Most of his scars are due to his clumsiness. He always manages to hurt himself somehow, even in the safest of areas.

-Crybaby: He cries for nearly everything. If he's sad, he cries. If he's hurt, he cries. If he's mad, he cries. It's just something that happens with him and he's not really good at keeping it under wraps. Sometimes they just spill for no reason. It gets annoying at times, for him and for others and he does try not to make it a bother for anyone..

-Twitchy: He's very jumpy. Easily frightened. He's very cautious of things, twitching or tensing up at every other noise. He has a habit of pulling or twisting his sleeves when he's nervous, or bitting at them or his lips. Don'tsneekuponhimorhewillhityouonaccident-//chokes

-Sweet: He was brought up in an open-minded, loving home. And he was taught to always be kind by his family. So that's exactly what he does. He's a sweetheart by nature and always puts other's before himself.

-Polite: To a fault. He can't seem to bring himself to say 'no' to anyone, and it ends up getting him in a bit of trouble.

-Oblivious: He's not completely innocent. He knows how the world works, and that not everyone's gonna be all nice and kind and equal. But when it comes to him he's completely oblivious. An example would be if he were to be insulted he wouldn't even notice he was being insulted.

Likes:

- Quiet places

- Daydreaming

- Exercising

- Music

- Entertaining people

- Helping

- Animals

Dislikes:

- Being alone

- The dark

- Being woken up

- His clumsiness

- Being yelled at

- Fighting

History:

    Jared was an orphan, having been given up by his too young mother when he was but a few weeks old. The orphanage was nice, from what little he could recall of it. Warm atmosphere, kind caretakers, and good kids, but he had only been there until he turned 4, so he doesn't remember much of how it was. About a month after he had turned 4, a man came into the orphanage. He was extremely kind, and funny. He always managed to make the kids smile or laugh. He visited the orphanage a lot afterwards for about a week, having been a close friend of one of the caretakers and had been staying in their area for a little while. He gave the children nearly equal amounts of attention, but he seemed to give Jared a bit more. Wasn't long utill the little one got attached to the older man.

    The man had turned out to be the ringmaster of a traveling circus, and invited the whole orphanage to watch their show for free before they had to leave. Everyone had been in awe of the performances, but not as much as little Jared had been. He had been entranced with it all, wide eyed and stolen breath, his little heart fluttering in his chest like a humming bird. After the show the children all went backstage to meet the performers and Jared, in a bout of rare confidence and glee, had all but threw himself at the ringleaders chest. He had babbled on that everything about it was amazing, starry eyed and toothy grinned. The performers practically smothered him with coos and cutsey adoration the second he looked at them, confusing him to no end until he heard the ring leader laugh.

    "Ahahaha! Yea that's him~! Jared, meet your new family!"

    Everything froze for the little one then, and he stared at them all. Family? His new family? He stared at the caretaker with the same wide eyed look, and all but burst into tears when she nods. A family! He's got a family now! He had curled up and sobbed into his tiny fists as the lion tamer smoothed his hair down and held him close, everyone around them getting a bit hysterical in worry, asking what was wrong and near well smothering him.

    For the first time in his young life, he felt truly happy.

    Ten years had come and gone, and that warm, happy feeling was still wrapped around his heart. He was close to all of them, loving them with all his being. His first few years with them, he had helped with the cleaning and getting everyone ready before shows, while also training to be apart of the show as their Trapeze Princess's partner. But with his grace, he always managed to hurt himself and end up getting some scars and bruises. He did end up being part of the show as the Trapeze Prince and he was quickly accepted by the fans of their circus.

    As they were getting ready for their next show, held in Tokyo, Japan, his father had come up to him and handed him a phone. "Brand spanking new, just being released" he had said. 'Rivoka', it was called. Now Jared didn't have many friends, having moved around too much to make steady relationships, and being homeschooled cause of said moving. So at first he didn't really see any use for him having a phone, but he was glad and kept it with him everywhere cause it was a present from his father. He mostly used it to play little mini-games and music, occasionally taking videos and pictures of him and his family.

    He had been taking a break from practice one day when the explosion happened, having been fidling with his phone when the building they were practicing in suddenly began shaking, and walls were crumbling. A piece of the roof had dropped down besides him, paralyzing him in shock as he stares at the broken piece of building. A shriek brought him out of his relfexive daze and he scrambles to get away. There was another explosion and everything went quiet for a second. His ears were ringing, and he felt numb as he was scrambling to get out of the building along with his family. Everything was falling down around him, and he could barely breathe with all the debris and rubble around him. He screams out for his father hysterically, tears pouring down his face like little rivers as he tried to find the exit. He could hear them calling from his left, and he blindingly runs and trips a few times towards the noise. He could hear his name being screamed out and he tried to run faster, only to trip and fall, his phone flying out of his pocket. He wheezes and tries to scramble up, only for the crumbling blocks of building to crash down on his back. White hot pain shoots up his body and he blanks out for a moment, waking up again blearily a second after to his phone's light infront of him. His eyes blearily read the message, his focus slowly slipping away.

But you still have a chance to live, being member of our product.

Would you like to live?

> [ Yes ]
> [ No ] 

Live? The pain got worse as the rubble got heavier and he couldn't breath now, no matter how he tried. His mind was wild with panic and the tears burned as they dripped down his face. He didn't want to die... He numbly reached out and tapped 'Yes'

Everything went white then.

Others:

* He's really flexible, nearly grossly so

* Easily pleased, give him a leaf and he'd smile.

* Feels a lot calmer and safer in high places

* Can't really stay still for long.

* Most of his scars are from his lack of grace, others are from when he's played with the lions.

* He's not entirely helpless, he knows how to defend himself if he has to.

Relations: TBA