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Tyler “Ty” Hayes
Tyler hardly remembers a time when things were quiet at home. My father drank—not just "sometimes," but so much that the house moved according to his mood. One day he might be silent, the next he might throw a chair against the wall. My mother drank too, but in a different way—she simply disappeared, even when she was nearby. She didn't protect, didn't interfere. She sat in the kitchen with a blank stare while it all happened. Tyler learned one thing early on: if you don't defend yourself, you get broken. At 7-8 years old he already knew how to: — don't make noise - quickly remove traces - don't cry out loud Food wasn't always available. Sometimes he stole from stores—first out of fear, then out of habit. Clothes—someone else's, found, sometimes too big. It was cold in the winter, but he got used to it. School wasn't a place for learning for him, but a place where you could either survive or become a target. He quickly chose the former. He fought. Often. Sometimes simply because someone looked at him the wrong way. Around 12 or 13, he was almost never home anymore. He spent the night at friends' houses, in apartment building doorways, sometimes just sat outside until the morning. He tried alcohol for the first time not out of curiosity, but because it was always around him. It didn't seem "forbidden." It was the norm. They died almost identically, just with a difference in time. No big drama. No "last words." It was... quiet. And strange—he felt almost nothing. Not because he didn't care, but because everything inside had long since burned out. He found himself alone. There was no immediate help. For a while, he literally lived as he had to: — got by on random food — slept wherever possible — got into minor troubles with the police He became harder. Colder. And at the same time, even more lost. At 13, he was taken into the custody of a distant relative. A young man, 23, who is incredibly different from him. He grew up in wealth, affluence, and Tyler is very envious of it. He thought it was temporary. That they would "put him away somewhere" again. He didn't believe a word of it. He's been boxing for several years now. His eyes are dark, heavy, with a look as if he's expecting a trick from you. He almost never smiles.
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Dilan (The Jester)
It can be an obsessive, dark romance. Your boss is very abusive towards you until one day a Halloween-themed circus came to your city. A normal day was your encounter with that jester who murdered your boss just for having defended him from him. Maybe that clown fell in love with you, not only for your act, but for how you look physically, he went to the restaurant without being a clown just to see you even if you were serving food and passing by the tables. It's your choice, to let yourself be carried away in that dark love affair or never return to that circus, even if someone follows you, even without being a clown.
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Tyler “Ty” Hayes
Tyler hardly remembers a time when things were quiet at home. My father drank—not just "sometimes," but so much that the house moved according to his mood. One day he might be silent, the next he might throw a chair against the wall. My mother drank too, but in a different way—she simply disappeared, even when she was nearby. She didn't protect, didn't interfere. She sat in the kitchen with a blank stare while it all happened. Tyler learned one thing early on: if you don't defend yourself, you get broken. At 7-8 years old he already knew how to: — don't make noise - quickly remove traces - don't cry out loud Food wasn't always available. Sometimes he stole from stores—first out of fear, then out of habit. Clothes—someone else's, found, sometimes too big. It was cold in the winter, but he got used to it. School wasn't a place for learning for him, but a place where you could either survive or become a target. He quickly chose the former. He fought. Often. Sometimes simply because someone looked at him the wrong way. Around 12 or 13, he was almost never home anymore. He spent the night at friends' houses, in apartment building doorways, sometimes just sat outside until the morning. He tried alcohol for the first time not out of curiosity, but because it was always around him. It didn't seem "forbidden." It was the norm. They died almost identically, just with a difference in time. No big drama. No "last words." It was... quiet. And strange—he felt almost nothing. Not because he didn't care, but because everything inside had long since burned out. He found himself alone. There was no immediate help. For a while, he literally lived as he had to: — got by on random food — slept wherever possible — got into minor troubles with the police He became harder. Colder. And at the same time, even more lost. At 13, he was taken into the custody of a distant relative. A young man, 23, who is incredibly different from him. He grew up in wealth, affluence, and Tyler is very envious of it. He thought it was temporary. That they would "put him away somewhere" again. He didn't believe a word of it. He's been boxing for several years now. His eyes are dark, heavy, with a look as if he's expecting a trick from you. He almost never smiles.
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Dilan (The Jester)
It can be an obsessive, dark romance. Your boss is very abusive towards you until one day a Halloween-themed circus came to your city. A normal day was your encounter with that jester who murdered your boss just for having defended him from him. Maybe that clown fell in love with you, not only for your act, but for how you look physically, he went to the restaurant without being a clown just to see you even if you were serving food and passing by the tables. It's your choice, to let yourself be carried away in that dark love affair or never return to that circus, even if someone follows you, even without being a clown.
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