Dacian Leo Bruce
eighteen||male||tunnels
"When have I ever been the one to take my time?"
i want to hate very part of you with me/i can't hate the ones who made me
AGE; "Eighteen, as of October thirty-first."
GENDER; "... I'm fairly sure I'm a male."
HOME; "As much as I hate it, my home will always be the Tunnels."
NICKNAMES; "Call me Dace, I guess..."
Dace stands about five feet and seven inches tall, and has been described as a willowy and lanky; he's thin, not just in waist size, but around all of his long, spindly limbs. His skin is pale, as would be expected for someone living underground, but it seems that the artificial sunlight had given him a light tan. When he smiles, as rare as it is, it's a crooked, childlike grin, turning up at one corner. His eyes are a deep, dark brown color, and are often narrowed as if he's evaluating everything; unless, of course, he is actually evaluating something, in which case they would be wide and bright with interest and curiosity. As for his hair, it's curling, sandy brown in color, and a "frizzy, annoying mess." Now, if there were one animal Dace could be compared to, it would be a spider. Long, delicate limbs, elegant, graceful, and dangerous looking. Years of practice on an ancient guitar have left pale, narrow scars on the tips of his fingers.
Dace has often reffered to himself as "the ADHD ridden sarcastic quiet kid," and he's beyond right. His ADHD makes it impossible to focus on anything, and Dace has spent much time attempting to train himself to pay attention. If he is pitted against other human beings in the dangerous art of social interaction, he tends to arm himself with sarcasm and shoot off everything with a smart reply, all thanks to his quick wit. Short tempered and impulsive, he's not shy in the least, and when he gets angry he's not afraid to throw a few punches. He's built metaphorical walls around himself, and though it is not uncommon to get a glimpse through the cracks it is very difficult to scale the walls and befriend him. If someone does manage to get over his walls, though, he tends to be as loyal as a dog and would do anything he can to make sure that their happiness takes priority over his.
While most of his fellow underground citizens tend to be all for tradition, Dacian is one of the exceptions; he was born with the name Johnathan, but he never responded to John. But, regrettably, he does enjoy books; if he's not strumming on an old guitar and making songs with very little sense, he's buried into a book and reading old fantasy and science fiction. In all honesty, those are the two things that keep Dace occupied.
Dacian Bruce, originally named Johnathan, was born on a holiday from the olden days, on Halloween. His parents found the date amusing, and tended to throw costume parties as opposed to birthday parties for their eldest child. On his third birthday, his mother revealed to him that he would soon have a little brother or sister. After a few more months, Dace was no longer an only child and was introduced to his little sister Amelia. Four years later, Dace and Amy lost their mother while she was birthing their little brother. Two hours later little Christopher Bruce passed, leaving their poor father cynical. He began to prefer the bar over home, and left Dace to take care of his little sister for most of his childhood. Gambling was the mans favorite past time, and eventually he gambled away his late wife's guitar. Dacian, twelve at the time, was furious, and grew a strong resentment towards his father and everything he stood for; order, tradition, family. He wanted nothing more than to leave his home and take his sister with him.
Unfortunately, he got his wish when his father passed from sickness a few years later. Dace took this as an opening and changed his name, getting two jobs and dropping out of school to help pay for his little sisters education. It was a shame, his teachers said, because he had potential. He kept this up for three more years, until he was eighteen. But sometimes two jobs aren't enough and he was still struggling to take care of fifteen year old Amelia. As much as she insisted, he refused on letting her get a job. But he was soon approached with a new job offer; he would journey to the surface in exchange for enough to make sure his sister was taken care of. He accepted without hesitation.
[ohmygosh i didn't think this would take me this long... anyways this may be a little scattered because I've not eaten much today and I am beyond tired; if it is, just let me know and I'll go back and fix it. Oh, and a quick warning; I may have commitment issues when it comes to roleplays, but I am going to try my hardest to remain active, and feel free to delete me from the rp if I suddenly become inactive (assuming I am accepted.)]
