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summer camp counselor

nice, kind, loves kids, shy around adults, confident and excited near kids,
loves how accepting kids are and imaginative
(called mr sparkly pants by kids)
doesnt trust adults much
wants kids but fears having a mate
didnt have a bad childhood, but parents didn't really want kids, so he was considered a "mistake" but still treated well enough just somewhat ignored and regretted by his parents
got piercings as a teenager - now in his mid-twenties, finishing college

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♫Dear Agony - Breaking Benjamin
♪So Cold - Breaking Benjamin
♫Still Worth Fighting For - My Darkest Days
♪Save Yourself - My Darkest Days
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Name:
Shayne Blank
Pronunciation:
Shay (shhh-aaayyye) - ne (nnnn)
Nicknames:
Frosty, Snowman, Jack Frost, Vigilante/ Lante, the Good Djab (look up djab if you're curious, I suggest ^^)
Gender:
Male
Birthday:
March 12th, 1995
Zodiac Sign:
Pisces
Chinese Zodiac:
Rat
Sexuality:
Homosexual
Accepted Pronouns:
He, his, him


Personality:

• Compassionate
  There is a strong burning passion in Shayne's heart, a compassion for those who are not the toughest, meanest, prettiest, or the most confident. For those that can handle themselves and do it well without pummeling the weaker souls, he shows his respect and might even offer a breath catching smile, but his attention is almost completely focused on helping those who are not sure how to help themselves. Shayne likes to take out bullies, crooks, the bad guys of the story - or, really, the top bad guys, the heads of the show. He might even manage to help someone think better of themselves, or start working on improvement (although he doesn't really believe that it is needed, he'll only try to help someone fix a flaw that they wish to openly fix and they ask for his skillful assistance).
• Conscientious
  Somewhere within his dark furred, handsome body, there is a hidden little bone that serves a very special purpose; it gives him a sense of justice, a yearning to do what is right, a need to bring closure to those that really need it the most. Wherever this secret little extra bone is, it's the reason that Shayne occasionally goes by the nickname Vigilante (or Lante, for short). When the official justice system is unable to provide the people with a sense of closure that everyone craves, it seems that Shayne is always the one to arrive bearing nothing but a blank expression and an air that made those of him wary. Like he was another predator himself, but this one was hopefully not going to attack the one who needed his assistance most. He just wishes to do what is right for those that have been wronged by the rest of the world.
• Imaginative
  Sometimes Shayne likes to claim that he's got a "mind eye" and usually it can be vouched for by his friends - or at least those that assume they are the nomadic male's close companion instead of someone he wanted to help move further on the path of success in life. He's very creative, he's been told so by several different art teachers from various schools, and he actually really loves painting on a large canvas with his tail. Usually he'll paint things similar to those of Vincent Van Gogh - who is his absolute favorite artist - or he'll go on his own style and will paint fish, birds, just anything that has to do with nature. One piece that he was proud of, even if it didn't fit the usual themes, he painted the scene of the area beneath a bridge, concrete splitting and giving way to nature as it took over - but at the same time, that seemed to fit the theme as well.
• Optimistic
  No matter what the situation is or the size of the opponent he is determined to face, Shayne cannot help but look on the positive side. Perhaps it is the confidence that stems from class after class of self defense, martial arts, and several various different courses to provide him with plenty of moves for his style of unofficial justice. Perhaps he was just born with the gift of seeing the world in a good way, instead of seeing both sides or only the sad, negative side. Either way, Shayne has the ability to keep his hopes up and always think that the odds are in his favor. This can also, sadly enough, lead to him making poor decisions and end up with his backside handed to him.
• Reckless
  Even with all the wits and the knowledge of his combat moves, Shayne Blank can still be on the incredibly reckless side. He likes to travel fast, do dangerous stunts, and sometimes he just really can't control himself when it comes to doing something that someone shouldn't do - like danger is his mistress, and he comes running to her alluring voice. Now, he is not a reckless fighter - mind those of you reading this - because he has way too much of an ability to think when facing an opponent, and his reflexes are absolutely amazing. When you throw a motorcycle into the situation though, there is a wildness to Shayne that he prefers to only free during the later hours of the quiet night.
• Restless
  Shayne, after a while of staying in one place to help someone that needed it the most because the justice system failed them, eventually does become the epitome of restless. His attention span will start to get smaller and smaller, and usually he will become less and less aware of his surroundings. He'll become rather elusive and antisocial, but he will be shadowing the person he promised to help even if he isn't terribly keen on how long he has been at that location. As with the coming restlessness, he'll actually start downing coffee more and more to attempt to keep himself alert and aware of what is going on.
• Sly
  When it comes to actually giving the truth to those that he wishes to help, Shayne is rather....sly, in a sense. If someone asks about his parents, or where they currently were, even their names and their jobs, it all changes with each new person who asks about them. There are even time when Shayne himself forgets the real truth about his parents and when this occurs he has to go through his little bag that is always with him and find his leather notebook. Inside is a constant reminder of who and what his parents used to be, their full names, their birthdays. Everything that might slip Shayne's grasp beneath all of the little white lies and the stress of constantly travelling to help others.

By prince-o-sky
Behavior Towards a Special Someone:

• Romantic
  If and when the time eventually comes that the travelling vigilante only known as Shayne Blank finally meets that special man, he'll become much more romantic than anyone could have ever even thought just by his appearance. That tough nerd exterior melts like chocolate when you stick it in the microwave or leave it in a car in Texas during the summer, and he starts acting like a man in some type of corny, overdone romance movie. Flowers, trails of rose petals, chocolate, snuggling on the couch for a late night movie and maybe even some chocolate strawberries (if the object of his affection happens to like chocolate strawberries, but Shayne himself doesn't really care for them) alongside a nice intertwining of the tails and a good night-night spooning so he can fall asleep in his babe's arms. He'll also leave some poetry writing on the fridge or his boyfriend's nightstand for when they wake up, as he is an early riser and a traveller at heart. The only problem is just that; he's a traveller at heart who tries his hardest not to get attached.
• Possessive
  When the relationship has been officially declared and agreed upon by both partners, Shayne becomes very possessive of his possible real other half. Not just "Oh, don't go around flirting with other people possessive" but the type of possessive that goes like this "I don't even want you talking to other people. You're mine, don't touch anyone else". He can control this type of possessive, of course, and does so pretty well. That doesn't mean he doesn't show possessiveness; he'll be the first to snap at someone for looking at his boyfriend, and he will be the first to swell up with pained tears if that boyfriend ever actually openly flirted with someone else and he happened to find out about it - not that he doesn't try to keep tabs on his partner.
• More Honest
  Shayne will not fully lie to his partner; he'll open up what he doesn't usually tell people. He'll offer up his parents' real names and their actual careers. As for how he actually became a traveller, and why he goes for vigilante justice, that is to continue to remain a secret (maybe even until he gets a husband and their first anniversary comes up, it's really hard to say!) because it is hard to sense if he can really trust someone with such a personal, sensitive matter that could be considered an overreaction or youthful foolishness, but it happened and has shaped him into the person he is today so he refuses to even regret it. He'll, going back to the point, also inform his boyfriend of where he is going out, when he is leaving and what time he expects to be back, and he'll more than likely send a text to just give an update every hour or so.
• Cuddly
  When they settle down on the couch or when they are resting on the bed, Shayne will want a pair of nice strong arms to wrap about his body and pull him close. He wants to be able to bury his face in someone's chest, and listen to their heart beat as he breathes in their scent. Their tails will simply have to intertwine, and maybe an affectionate lick of the ears as they settle down to get some sleep. After a long week or so of travelling and helping someone out, he just wants to come home and get some affection from his partner and maybe from some future children (again, if he finally settles down somewhere with someone!).

By prince-o-sky
Quirks:

• Hoards movie tickets
• Shows up unannounced
• Chews on the arm of his glasses
• Creates little paper dolls in his free time
• Prefers his sandwiches without the crust
• Will drink nothing but milk on each Sunday

Likes:

• Stars/astronomy/ constellations
  Shayne really likes to have his window open - maybe without the screen to even keep the bugs out - just so that he could have the stars watching over him as he slept.
• Horror stories
  Mr. Blank absolutely adores reading horror stories that leave you with your mouth hanging open and your brain trying hard to figure out just how in the heck it could have ended that way.
• Charlie Brown episodes
  That would happen to explain the Woodstock plushie that he's so obsessed with keeping from harm's eye, Woodstock is his favorite character from all of the Charlie Brown episodes, specials, anything to do with that collection of characters.
• Motorcycles
  Shayne absolutely adores motorcycles of all kinds, but he strongly prefers Harleys over anything else. He's got an older version himself, and even if it's a little beat up it purrs like a newborn kitten nestled into its mother's fur. He takes great pride in his fast bike.

By JesusFreak
Dislikes:

• Strawberries
  There are two very acceptable reasons that Shayne doesn't enjoy strawberries; the first is that he thinks they are way too sweet (he favors dill pickles over everything, actually, alongside soy sauce and sea salt crystals) and the second is that he doesn't like the way a strawberry feels against his tongue. He won't eat sliced strawberries, whole strawberries, or any strawberry products if he can help going without it.
• Sheep
  Shayne is terrified of sheep because when he was very young, still suckling a pacifier even if he was a little "too old" for it, a sheep - or technically a ram - happened to charge at him and headbutt him pretty hard. Hard enough for the pacifier to fly out of his mouth and for him to wind up sprawled on his back, gasping for air because the wind had been knocked out of his lungs.
• Current hits/pop songs
  He thinks that the majority of the current songs that people are listening to today are absolute trash for the mind; they're dirty, or stupid, or promoting things that he definitely doesn't agree with. If he had to listen to any music of the current days, it would be rock - and even then he is incredibly picky with his songs.
• Those weird animal head masks
  In all sense of honesty, for once, Shayne can openly admit that he doesn't like the animal head (i.e. those horse/unicorn head masks that everyone thinks making a video of them brushing their teeth with it on is fun) masks that people wear a lot. They freak him out - especially when someone does something that makes the mask give out some kind of weird noise. It just freaks him out and makes him want to run off.

Life Motto:
"Forgiveness comes for those who try to make a positive change." -Shayne Blank

By zapandaqueen
Additional Accessories:

• A medium length string of white pony beads in his tail.
• A little Woodstock plushie that is usually only seen when he is sleeping, and it is always either being cuddled to his chest, resting on the top fluff on his head, or resting against a horn.
• One pair of white slightly thick "nerd" glasses to assist with his eyesight.

Birthmarks/noticeable features/scars:
Besides the stunning markings, his beautiful horns, and that trademark hair, Shayne can also be set apart by one special little thing that anyone can see if he's lying on his back with his lovely paws hanging up in the air. If that was too vague, all apologies due, Shayne happens to have a faded birthmark in the shape of a clover on his left front pawpad. It's his lucky charm, but at the same time he gets embarrassed about it whenever someone sees it.


By dragonfru1t
Before the Classes:
"Today, class, you are to write a letter to Santa and tell him what you would do if you were the one delivering presents all over the world on Christmas Eve."

A soft, monotonous voice filled the small classroom as the teacher read off of her assignment sheet, never having been one for the magic of the Christmas season since she lived alone with only her fluffy cats to keep her company. Shayne Blank had noticed this long ago, the late afternoon hour he had met his teacher on the 'Meet the Teacher' day, and her little red button top over a light colored blouse had been decorated in a vast array of cat hair. Silver, snow white, ebony, various browns, reds, he couldn't even begin to fathom just how many cats she had at her own, or how she treated them, but he could notice that she had tired bags under her chilled hazel eyes. She shouldn't have been a school teacher, not anymore, not when she didn't get any joy out of it. Shayne's father had once leaned in close, as they were leaving the double doors of the school house, and he had whispered into his rounded ear; "She has seen one too many misbehaving children, had to deal with far too many parents that cannot see that no one is perfect and she's just doing her job, and now the loneliness of living without her family has finally settled into her bones". He had stared back at his father curiously, cocking his head to the side, but the old male only smiled and lifted his head to begin walking with an idea of where he was going and an alertness to his surroundings. Shayne blinked from his thoughtful fog when he realized the subject of his old man's words happened to be standing right in front of his desk and watching him expectantly. She held higher expectations for him due to his father starting his education for writing earlier than most children; his spelling and his grammar were absolutely stunning compared to many other children, not to make him sound like too much of a stellar student as he did have his faults when it came to reading out loud - more so than many of the other kids in his class. He'd sputter, he would stumble over words, he would rush and say the wrong word and have to do it again, and then he would just give up and lay his head down on the desk shamefully. "Are you planning to get started today, Shayne?"

He cleared his throat and sat up more, stretching out his paws as his tail flicked slowly and he looked down at the paper with a template spread across it, black borders telling him where he could keep his words. His features were blank and incredibly fitting to his last name, which ignited a little faint spark of amusement that just barely heated the cold gaze within her eyes. "Maybe. It really depends on how you want the letter," he murmured back, and from somewhere in the front of the room one of the larger Kiamara boys snorted. They certainly had had enough of the strange kid in the back who used way too many large words and had a passion for arguing with people. "I mean....you say that it's a letter, but I feel like you really want a story from me. I'd like to turn it into a story instead of into a letter, really, if that's alright with you? I don't see why it should be a problem."
She stared at him for a long moment, as if trying to read past that empty expression and those locked doors for eyes that wouldn't let her ever catch on to if Shayne was playing around with her to be a trouble maker or not. Instead of giving a direct answer on what would or wouldn't be okay, she turned away and began walking off. Shayne didn't mind that whatsoever; it was just seen as a yes in his stunning eyes, and he hunched over his desk as he picked up the pencil and began to write. He preferred Friday over any other day of the week though, because they spent all day in the high school art room with the art instructor on that day.

Later on in the afternoon, Shayne wandered the playground with only an interest in the occupied swing set of ten swings. Someone was going to get off of their swing eventually, by jumping or just by getting bored and wanting to go play with their friends in some make believe game, but he would get himself a swing at some point before the bell rang and they all went inside for their final afternoon class. He hummed a soft tune, one that had been learned from his mother to his father and finally down to him, before a flicker of movement from a familiar body caught his eye and his head lifted. Uh oh.... Trouble on the horizon of the playground; two young Kiamaras who had long ago started picking on the dark furred youth, one walked with his head low and his ears pressed to his skull as his crimson gaze locked on Shayne's form. Panic fluttered briefly in his chest before he took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then let it out slowly so he could calm the rapid beating against his ribcage. Then he went to looking for a way out, tail curling and uncurling behind his glasses - round and black at the time, with wire instead of the usual plastic, and much less complimenting than his future pair - before he came to the horrible conclusion that he would have to face his bullies. The teachers of the lower grades were all conversing in a friendly manner, or maybe gossiping about which kid was behaving how, and none of them were really paying attention to any of the children not in their direct view. Shayne was behind them near the fence, out of sight and out of mind.

He swallowed hard and looked at the approaching brutes in training with dread.

Memorable Companions:
For those he could never forget, but had to part with to carry on his travels.
Chastity
Chastity has the constant ability to be optimistic about everything even if it isn't something to be completely happy about, just like Shayne himself can be but without the young sense of recklessness, which is always absolutely wonderful because in a negative world having another positive person just helps to improve his mood - even if she's a little safe compared to the dark furred Kiamara who couldn't get her out of his head until he'd made sure to write her a letter every now and then with an update on his travels and a picture. This does not mean he has a crush, for those of you wanting to yell stop and have a question about it, this is just a friendship and a replenished faith in the world's people .She's bubbly and energetic, and her curiosity reminds him so much of a small child that looks out on the world with admiration in her eyes.

Carson
One thing that Shayne really remembers about Carson is that he was incredibly easy to fool; not that he tried, but he actually sat back and watch as two young boys still in school pulled some of the oldest tricks in the book on this poor Kiamara. It wasn't even just that Carson was trying to be a good sport and let the kids have their fun; he honestly believed in the tricks that they pulled. After five minutes of the mischievous, Shayne stepped in to keep the poor thing from too much humiliation, and once he explained to Carson what the youths had been doing the smaller Kiamara became incredibly flustered and embarrassed. Another thing he remembered was that his book loving companion had a habit of apologizing a lot when he hadn't done anything at all to apologize for. It was pretty amusing to the darker furred male; the final note was that Carson managed to get him to once again fall into a deeper love with reading fiction - he prefers to read books whenever he uses machines for traveling (planes, cars, trains, etc).

Tōketsu
One thing Shayne remembers very distinctly about Tōketsu Congelar Nabia - besides the fact that his is blind - was the somewhat interesting career choice of being a sweater model despite not being able to see any of the sweaters he happened to be showing off. Often, Shayne made jokes about how those in charge of Tōketsu's wardrobe might just be planning to put him in a hideous sweater for the start of the next fashion show, but he means it in the lightest of manners. Another thing that he remembers from the handsome, sightless model was the fierce loyalty and the strong love the other male had for his dear girlfriend.

"Sutōmu"
Sutōmu, or Sutt for a nickname given to him by Shayne, is a rather interesting young male that the dark furred Kia carries a fondness for. He understands that Sutt wears a mask in the face of those he fears, or isn't close to at all, and he feels honored by the fact that he has gotten passed the mask to see that beneath it is an insecure youth that if only someone had held sooner, and offered reassurance, could have spread his beauty on the inside to everyone else. Shayne wants to heal the still aching wounds within Sutt, but at the same time it would take time that he has yet to have. There are others who need him too, so for now Shayne travels and writes a weekly letter to Sutōmu.
Hanako
Hanako is unqiue for her beauty and friendly appearance, and yet she gives off the vibe that she is to be left alone. What intrigues Shayne even more is when the name Saku comes up between them, and from what he grasps Saku seems to be some kind of second person within Hanako's body, and together they share it. But it doesn't seem to mean that these two share it peacefully; he can see that Hanako is fearing the loss of the constant battle for control is coming to soon be upon her. While he sympathizes with her, he has no idea what he can do to help and just tries to stay in contact to provide support.


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By RavenclawHobbit given to me by Sonsa

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