Bnuuy.
He's in a band with Niiko.
He hates being called "cute" and will gnaw your head off.
Anarchistic as fuck. Punk bun.
His ears are super sensitive, do not touch.
Despite being a brawler and a delinquent his body is actually very soft. Melts easy.
Did I mention, bnuuy?
He's peppy and irascible, but actually super kind and charitable. Will share literally everything and anything without question despite having so little.
Lives out of his van, crashes with friends whenever he can.
He's a kickass guitarist, easily considered a prodigy for his age.
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ART OF PATRICK
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THE DEEP LORE
PHYSICALITY
Short in stature and lean in build, Patrick's pale be-freckled body shows just how sessile his lifestyle tends to be. His face is a blushy, boyish combination of soft features, youthful jollity and occasional bouts of tempermental wrath; the passions of youth can be read from his exaggerated expressions in immaculate clarity. His skin is smooth and mostly hairless save for the reddish happy trail connected the bottom of his navel to the slight bush of his pubes. Otherwise, all the hair he has can be accounted for atop his head. He's got two fluffy ears with numerous piercings, and even more piercings in his face. Despite his waifish appearence and somewhat wimpy stature, he's actually a little bit toned likely from an early life of hard labor.
BACKSTORY
Patrick was born in a humble little farmhouse far from any hospital or industrial heartland, the youngest and a runt among twenty-five other siblings. His father and mother provided all the emotional support and nuturing needed despite having more children than they had arms. Patrick spent much of his early childhood toiling over his family's fields, working hard despite the diminished stature he'd been cursed with. However, the boy's true passions didn't lie in the rows and rows of crop that made his kin a household name for a local village. No...Patrick's one and only love was for the old guitar his grandfather had lended to him during one of their many family gatherings. This early love for musicianship would sew the seeds of his dreams, putting him on a trajectory none of his siblings nor parents could ever have anticpated. As young Patrick began attending primary school he'd become enthralled with tales of the big city, longing to see what modern marvels lay in wait just beyond the grassy hills of the Irish countryside. With this fascination came a notable proclivity towards urban culture and politics, albeit with the same simple, down-to-earth values he's been instilled with since he fell out his mother's womb. In short, Patrick became utterly and unconditionally obsessed with punk rock and the cultural climate surrounding it. His passion began to border obsession, eventually reaching the point where the young bun would rebel against the only immediate authority figures present; his teachers and his parents. Patrick would regularly clash with his instructors over even the most minor of matters, often disrupting class and leading himself towards regular reprimands. His reputation among the other schoolchildren was one of a rebellious troublemaker and class clown, someone who could always be counted on to make a show of the dolorous droll of the weekdays. However, despite this tendency to act out he was still the staunch, humble, and responsible farmhand his father was always intent on raising him to be. In any case, Patrick's chaotic streak oftenlanded him in detention before he'd be shortly dismissed for the day; since his parents were often times too busy to bother coming in to pick him up early, his grandfather would do so instead. Being older and much wiser, he'd of course chastise Patrick for his antics. However, he'd also tell to his grandson stories of his youth, how he was just like Patrick and how he always had dreams of skipping town and pursuing a career in music far across the sea. Of course these dreams were ultimately canned in favor of maintaining the family farm, but still the old man would encourage Patrick to "break the cycle", so long as that's what he wanted. These car rides wherein his grandfather would feed into the boy's aspirations became a common and favorite occurence of Patrick, until the fateful day one of them lead to disaster...and tragedy. One day after another one of Patrick's escapades got him sent home early, his grandfather picked him up one the way to get the breaks in his van checked. The rickety thing was always breaking down, no surprise considering it was older than Patrick. This time however, the van's malfunction would have dire consequences as the breaks suddenly gave out and sent the boy and his chaperone careening into the middle of an intersection. A passing semi smashed into them, Pat's grandfather leaping to shield the young bun and save him from serious injury. Miraculously a teenaged Patrick survived this incident with little more than a few cuts and bruises; he crawled out of the flipped wreckage just fine. However, his grandfather hadn't been so lucky. In the aftermath of the accident, especially at the wake and subsequent funeral, Patrick blamed himself for the fatal outcome. Remembering all the times his grandpa encouraged him to chase his dreams, he finally decided now was the time to take that leap. He spent months seeing to the repairs of his grandfather's van, bringing the old wagon back to life with all manners of refurbishing and remodeling! It wouldn't just serve as the vehicle for him to acheive the dream he and his grandfather shared, it would be his home until he did so as well! Shortly after he'd graduate from school, bid his family a hasty farewell, then board a ship to ferry himself and his new ride across the sea to a land of opportunity. A land where he could honor the one he'd lost and perhaps attone to himself for his perceived wrongdoings. The question still remains; can he accomplish his dream? Can he ever find the strength to forgive himself, too?
