❝ ⅋ even iron still fears the rot (...) ❞

* ⅋ rules

* ⅋ dossier

# name : unknown
# alias : buck
# date of birth : 6/6 age: 18-24 verse dependent
# place of birth : louisiana
# zodiac : gemini
# species : human
# gender : male, he/him
# orientation : demisexual
# occupation : busking with his guitar, stealing
# current location : nomadic, travels by foot, train, & hitchhiking
# height : 6'0
# scars : large scar across right cheek, a large amount of random scars covering majority of body
# modifications : small silver hoop in left ear, upper cartilage piercing in left ear, random stick and poke tattoos, especially on hands and arms
# hair/eyes : unruly dark brown curls with faded dye, green eyes
# faceclaim : timothee chalamet

# positive traits : carefree, passionate, loyal, adventurous, protective
# negative traits : unpredictable, temperamental, reckless, self destructive, angry
# hobbies/interests : reading, drawing, playing guitar/singing/harmonica, fishing, the ocean, travel, bird watching, murder
# fears : cities, small spaces, large crowds
# traumas : the abuse he endured growing up, religious trauma
# vehicle : the occasional stolen vehicle
# style : anything he can find in lost and found bins or swipe from donation boxes. almost always mixed and matched, dirty and full of holes and patches and lots of layers.
# education : homeschooled ( kinda )
# economic status : poor
# habits : occasional drinking and drug use, smoking cigarettes ( usually hand rolled )

❝ ⅋ I have a meanness in me, real as an organ (...) ❞

Buck Carson never had it easy. Born to a poor family in a small fishing town in the swamps of Louisiana, life was nothing more than simply surviving another day. His father Adam was a cruel man, consumed by the grief of losing the love of his life to a child he had never even wanted. He began drinking shortly after her death. Things went from bad to worse as his fathers mental state slowly began to deteriorate. He suffered frequent psychotic breaks and religious delusions, blaming his son for his wife’s death. The physical and emotional abuse went on for years, all while keeping Buck working for his fishing business and keeping him on a tight leash away from the world outside their small town. Buck’s only escape was the books he read and the wilderness around him, swearing that he’d stop at nothing to one day have a life with no boundaries far the fuck away from here. Time went on and the desperation and anger festered inside the boy, eating both him and his sanity alive until one day he snapped. Feeling as if he was in some sort of trance, Buck grabbed the axe from the shed and went to find his father. With no hesitation and no mercy, he swung and swung until his dad was nothing more than a pile of bones and blood. In that moment something forever changed inside Buck and with this new sense of both emptiness and delirious freedom, he burnt the house to the ground and never looked back. Since that day he’s been living on the road, going place to place hitchhiking or train hopping still high off that freedom he had never known. But of course freedom comes with a price, for, despite escaping the hell he came from, he could never fully escape the way it still lived inside his chest, tearing at his heart with angry teeth and claws. It didn't take long for Buck to realize he wasn't a good person, that the want and need to hurt didn't just end with his dad. It felt unavoidable the way he so often finds his hands soaked in the blood of someone else and a lifeless body at his feet like a feral dog backed into a corner, ready to kill its way out of whatever situation it was in and despite how desperately he wants to be someone good he finds himself stuck sitting with that darkness instilled inside of him all those years ago.to be continued !!!
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