YAZZIE, CUPUN ATANEQ

[CUPUN ATANEQ YAZZIE]

Cupun Ataneq Yazzie

CHARACTER NAME || Cupun Ataneq Yazzie
NICKNAME || Coal, Yaz, Cay
GENDER || Male
AGE || Nineteen
PREFERENCE || Bisexual
MEMBER GROUP || Citizen
PLAY BY || Joshua Jones (a friend of mine, already got his permission)

LIKES || Smiling. Making others happy. Veggies. Fruit. The feeling of starvation. Drinking. Cigarettes. Marijuana. Teasing people. Making friends.
DISLIKES || Meat. Depressing people. Most other drugs. Cats. Spiders. Cheaters. Liars. Girls who think they're the shit. Eating.
STRENGTHS || Friendly. Open. Very "out there" weird(in a good way). Truthful. "Everybody's friend" type person. Loves pleasing people.
WEAKNESSES || Personality tends to alter to adhere to what someone else might like. When in depressed moods, it's nearly impossible to get him happy again. Throws up if he eats meat. Inconsistent. Jumpy. Starves himself.
FEARS || Getting caught starving himself. Any strong relationship. Being alone. Not having friends.
SECRETS || Starves himself. Doesn't know who the "real Cupun" is.
GOALS || Feel comfortable in his own skin. Feel comfortable with someone knowing the truth.
PERSONALITY || Cupun is, truthfully, a friendly person. He stays away from fighting. In order to keep from fights, Cupun tends to do whatever others want him to do. This is, obviously, viewed as weak. He's obviously easily manipulated, and not the brightest crayon in the box. Despite this, he's still an incredibly friendly, incredibly happy person. This young lad is fresh out of high school, and his happiness is pretty clear. You will never see him without a smile. Unless, of course, he falls into a bout of depression. When this happens, he brings himself down, and it is close to impossible to make him happy again. This tends to last a few days to a week. Once it's over, of course, his happy-go-lucky personalty is back once again.

PARENTS || Father -- Unknown
Tarralikitak(butterfly) Yazzie -- Mother -- 39
SIBLINGS || N/A
BIRTHPLACE || White Mountain, Alaska
HOMETOWN || White Mountain, Alaska
NATIONALITY & LANGUAGES || American, speaks fluent English and Yup'ik(Cental Alaska native language)

SAMPLE RP HERE

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Cupun stared blankly at the food that was set in front of him. The doctors, therapists, his mother, everyone had been trying to get Cupun to eat for years. He frowned slightly, sighing. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? Leave it at the simple fact that he didn't want to eat. End of story. He didn't think he was fat. Well, okay, maybe a little. But, geez, no one was ever completely comfortable with their bodies. Why was everyone constantly bothering him? Besides, meat? No. Cupun would eat all the apples they threw at him, but he was not touching the steak that was on his plate. Never. Hoping to satisfy the staff and at least make them somewhat happy, the boy took a few bites of the asparagus. It was poorly cooked, and the sudden food caused his stomach to begin to ache. Shaking his head, he set the fork down and stood up. One piece was good enough. And now, the brunette needed out. Where? He didn't really care. He wasn't too concerned about where at that moment.

Dark, nearly black eyes looked around his room, looking at the clothes strung across the room. They needed an OCD person who liked to clean. Badly. But, that wasn't Cupun. Nope, nope, this young boy was too lazy. He was usually tired with little energy, though he continued to be happy and cause others to be happy around him. Perhaps he should see if there was any therapy sessions open? Even though most of the kids hated therapy, Cupun quite enjoyed it. Even though he didn't have any real problems, it felt nice to talk about the teasing he used to get, and about the discomfort he felt wen he ate. It was such a strange thing, but meat was something that sickened the male to the core. He just... couldn't eat it. Not now, not ever. Not even with a fox in a box.

So, therapy it was. Already dressed, Cupun slid on his jacket and shoes, and walked merrily down the hall. His thoughts, of course, traveled to other things, such as whenever the hell he was gonna get more weed. Probably not for quite sometime, which was fine. He could live without it. Unlike most druggies, Cupun didn't need to smoke to feel good. He always felt good. Smoking his weed was just his way of feeling relaxed, not just happy. And relaxation was something that was desperately needed in this jail-like shithole. Upon entering the corridors, his dark eyes caught sight of a raven-haired girl sitting down against a door. Which, more than likely, meant that she was there for therapy. Well, might as well ask, right? Walking up to her, Cupun pulled out one of her earbuds. Though he was a genuine sweetheart, space was something he rarely respected. "Hey, are you here for a therapy session?" He asked her, giving her a bright, kind smile.

WORD COUNT = 490

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THE NAME'S VIE AND I AM BOARDING THE WHATCHAMACALLIT TRAIN
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR SIX TO SEVEN YEARS YEARS NOW. I ALSO PLAY
NO ONE HERE. AND I AM SEVENTEEN YEARS YOUNG.

[( SYLLIE )]