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in character info
Full name: Stanley Randall Marsh
Birthday: October 19th, 2004; Libra
Sexuality, gender, pronouns: closeted bi man, cis, he/him
Age and grade: 17
Faceclaim: i dont have 1 yet
Appearance:
Stan's about 6'1, he has broad shoulders and an athletic build; his body is well sculpted from his long hours on the farm and football. His face can be described as slimmer and angular. He has broader cheekbones and a defined almost square shaped jaw. The peek at a Randy-stache was even starting to form, really solidifying how much he looks like his father. The resemblance was uncanny, except for the shape of his eyes and how he spoke. On occasion, people that know his father will approach him, thinking he’s Randy from afar. When he keeps up with his haircuts and keeping it at around a 3” skater cut, the unwanted confusion is kept a bit at bay, but every winter when he grows out his hair to keep him warm, he gets it frequently.
Despite his strong semblance, his wardrobe often sets him apart. Stan’s never been the type to care that much about he was wearing, outside of his very short metrosexual phase. He would take $200 to a goodwill and buy anything that he thought felt comfortable as soon as he started to get properly paid by his father. The staple pieces are his wrangler jeans, he saved up to buy 5 pairs in different shades of blue because he liked the fit so much. As for shirts, he wears a lot of just plain white shirts, graphic shirts he found at a thrift store, or a button up flannel overtop of the previous two options. His dad got him a pair of cowboy boots with a weed plant on the side that when Stan started to wear, he fell in love with the comfort even if he thought he looked dorky. He has two main coats, a big brown work coat for when he has to go out and water the plants in a colder morning, and a nice YSL jacket style coat for when he has to go to school. Stan owns a small collection of designer clothes. It consists of two coats, a sweater that was a gift and a wallet. Having a few nice things was all he wanted. He prefers to spend his money on other people.
Personality:
Stanley grew up in a very small Republican town, it leaves a mark on a person. For the most part, he’s politically indifferent, and indifferent to a lot. His job and schoolwork are the only things he really works on. Though it sucks out his soul, it comes back on his one day off a week that he tries to spend with as many people as he can. He tries to be generally indifferent to his life responsibilities. If he doesn’t like it, he won’t want to do it, but he has to do it regardless. He does it so he can spend time doing things he actually wants to do. It made him responsible, and a generally happier person. Mental health isn’t his biggest priority, and he deals with a bad day by drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon and watching the sports network. He tries to be a generally nice guy, but has a tendency to be a bit misogynistic, but in an almost chivalrous way. He doesn’t let women open doors so that he can do it for them, he sees women as weaker than him because physically they were. It wasn’t in a superiority way; it was in a protective way. Stan’s a pretty soft dude and didn’t want to see any girls getting hurt around him, he’s always been a protector type, trying to save animals and help people.
Religion isn’t the most important thing in the world to him, but he still feels a strong tie to his Catholicism. Stan has literally met Jesus on multiple occasions and feels a strong connection to his faith for that reason. Other peoples’ religions have nothing to do with him, so for the most part he doesn’t care or pay attention to it. His history with different Christian based churches only further solidified to him that he should focus on his relationship with Jesus and maybe the saints. Though he’s not very involved in the church, and occasionally goes on a Sunday morning when he’s going through a hard time. Overall, Stan’s just an easygoing farmer boy, he’s just focused on trying to have money and enjoy his youth.
History:
Ever since the day it started, Tegridy farms would encompass all of Stan's life. Anything Randy got up to, he got the brunt of at home that day. He had to move away from his friends, which meant his mom didn't have her bridge nights anymore which made her mad, Shelly had her reasons too, even if Stan never exactly knew what they were. Over time, he got more used to living outside of town, and Kyle's parents started letting him spend full weekends, and he'd go home with Stan on a Friday, and come back to school with Stan the following Monday, it was the dawn of the rumor that they were gay for each other. It was almost every weekend, and when Stan got over hoarding and properly and deeply sanitized his locker, he even let Kyle store a pillow in there on the Fridays and Mondays to make it easier on his friend. The vast majority of his core memories of this life are just him and Kyle on the family farm.
When he was around twelve, Randy bought two baby dairy cows. This was what really made Stan actually like living on a farm, and shortly after the cattle matured to adolescence, Randy went out and bought a bunch of fertilized chicken eggs, a hen, and an incubator. Stan loved the baby chicks the moment he saw the eggs and cried actual tears over each one that didn't live. The plan for these chickens was never to eat them or anything like that. The week they were bought, Randy was obsessed with the idea of raising chickens and having fresh eggs. Once Randy's fascination with the chicks was over, Stan took on all the animal duties, knowing that in his heart, taking care of these animals was what his heart wanted him to do with his life. Hunting was traumatic to him as a kid, but something about raising animals and caring for them healed that in him.
Around his 14th birthday, Randy gave Stan an official, legal job on the farm, so he could finally get paid on the books. It gave his dad some kind of legal loophole being a family private business or something. Stan really wasn't paying that much attention to the legal information, he cared that he was being paid $28 an hour for 15 to 25 hours a week, and his dad had hired someone to do his taxes for him. His job was primarily packaging and trimming when he was ten, until he was an official employee. That's when he became a laborer. Randy put him out in the fields on a tractor to harvest and water. Around the same time, Randy hyper fixated on starting Sharon a garden which she seemed to like. Seeing his mom happy for once, made Stan okay with managing the plant care for a week for so.
His strong work ethic is what really helps him progress in life. Driving a tractor all day basically taught him how to drive a car, day in day out laps around the property. After talking to his dad, he was able to get his permit almost immediately, and Randy was practically jumping for joy when Stan said he wanted a truck, because it could be used for work and be written off. His 16th birthday present from his dad was a brand-new black Chevy Silverado with a hitch on the back. He loves his truck more than he loves being alive. It has a back seat, so all of his friends can sit inside when it's cold, his truck bed is large, so when it's hot everyone can ride in the back. He keeps an air mattress and a blanket in a box in the backseat in case he ever "needs" it.
His education has always meant a lot to him. Graduating is a steppingstone of his path to most likely taking over the family farm. It wasn't until his 17th birthday, when Randy bought Stan a horse that he truly knew this was what he wanted. Deeply truly, he loved the farm, even though originally it ruined his life, riding Buttercup, a beautiful show mare, made him realize that it gave him a new life.
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Headcanons: (Or any additional information you’d like to add about your muse)
Stan's favorite school subject is Reading/Language. He loves words, and still writes poetry from time to time.
Randy and Stan go for lunch at Hooters every Wednesday because Randy can write it off as a business expense, and it did not help Stan be shaped into a feminist.
Football is still a big part of his life, even if it takes a backseat to the farm on most days.
He would say he's socially liberal, and financially conservative, but upon taking the political compass test, he's fairly moderate.
Anything else: (Something you’d like to add about yourself or questions you have for the admins, list them here)
His face is rounded into a circle shape with a pointed chin, whereas his cheeks are full and small freckles dot his entire nose and around the bottoms of his olive shaped green eyes. He kept his hair brown and short, despite him constantly saying it is going to change it. And of course, being a boy who cares a little too much about his appearance, he doesn’t have a single blemish in sight. Does he use makeup? Who knows.
Being in sports his whole life, he doesn’t have a lot of room for fat (other than his spare tire that he’s tried everything to get rid of). Standing at 5’11 with the most perfect shoulders you’ve ever seen, Clyde takes pride in his muscular, coordinated body. His body is the average amount of hairy you’d find on a teenager, with muscles all the way around, covered with tanned skin. Where is his fucking tanline? Does he just go out in the sun butt ass naked to get even all over? Probably.
Personality:
Remember when Clyde was a vicious and bully type child who reflected his own emotional neglect and instability on others as a desperate cry for attention? Me neither. Clyde has always been, and always will be, a happy, hearty kid who always tries to look at the bright side of things. It’s not that he’s oblivious to the danger, but he just prefers not to think about it. Really puts his spirits down. His kindness is like no other, and his ability to make a joke out of everything could be seen as insensitive, but really he’s just awkward when it comes to negative situations. Clyde has a free spirit reputation to uphold, and he can’t let anything get in the way of that.
Even if he feels down himself, he can’t let anyone know. However, he’s still a big crybaby. His friends don’t want to hang out? He’ll annoy them until they do. He just tripped and spilled his milk? Here comes the tears. Clyde’s sensitivity has literally gotten him nowhere in life, and is just an annoying trait about him, but hey, it’s how you know Clyde is just being Clyde.
Being a part of sports all his life, Clyde really values friendship and teamwork. “Hey, Craig, I need help with my homework. Let’s work together to find a solution.” “Hey, Tweek, do you know anything about bees? This essay I’m writing is killing me. Let’s team up.” It’s never ending with his constant sport references and ability to make others feel motivated and energized with his natural cooperation-like aura.
Though, just as he was when he was young, Clyde is still a huge flirt. His favorite conquest has always been Bebe, but in reality any pretty thing in a skirt will do just fine for him. Because of this, Clyde has never had a relationship last more than a few months, despite his kind nature.
History:
Clyde’s never been an interesting child. A good ol’ average joe, if you will. The only thing off about him was his habit of not showering for a couple of days straight, even with his constant football practices and playing soccer with the kids down the street. His past wasn’t anything special, either. He had his dad, his mom, and his older sister. The perfect little family for a nine year old at the time, with all the habits perfect little families came with. His parents were so in love, he was so annoying to his sister, and his mother babied him.
But then his mother died tragically in front of him and then his sister ran away without a trace, and was never seen again. So, his dad and him were left, the men of the household, to fend for themselves. It was them against the cruel feeling of death caused by heartbreak and loneliness. However, Clyde was ten. He didn’t know how to properly react to everything. So, he did the only thing he knew how to do. Hide.
For years he hid behind a door and never let anyone in, no matter how hard they knocked. He figured if he hid well enough, everyone would just stop trying to get in all together. It seemed to work, considering that his father, Roger, remarried eventually. Clyde wanted to be angry at him, how could he do this to mom? But that would mean coming out of hiding. So he didn’t. The marriage didn’t last long anyway. His father wasn’t ready to move on, and the guilt eventually ate him alive on its own. He admitted that he only married the woman so that Clyde could have a mother figure again, and she slapped him. They got a divoce right before their two year anniversary, and Clyde hid his pleasure.
That didn’t stop Roger from dating around, sleeping around, whatever he does. Clyde didn’t pay attention anymore. He was still too busy hiding. Eventually he moved on from behind doors to behind lockers. Then behind smiles. He hid until he made it all the way to plain sight. His free, unregistered online therapy says that hiding in plain sight makes the best results to any “broken child”. Not that he’ll ever admit he could be called such a thing. He was Clyde Donovan, future athlete star and multimillionaire, for crying out loud.
Clyde, during this time, put most of his energy into sports, friends, and looking good. He did everything and anything to get people to like him, causing him to be fairly popular. Of course, he was always true to himself, despite his inner demons. Clyde knew his true friends were and always will be Token, Craig, Tweek, and Jimmy, no matter how many times they’ve dismissed him accidentally. He knew they cared. His school life is okay, his activity life is great, his friendships are perfect, but his homelife? Yikes.
Sometimes, he catches his smiles cracking, the lockers rattling, and the doorknobs turning. It seemed like it was only a matter of time before he wouldn’t be able to hide anymore.
Headcanons:
Clyde has a beautiful hamster named Sunshine. He didn’t name her, but the pet store down the street did. He gives her love and affection like no one else ever could.
All around his room are posters of sports, particularly baseball and football. It’s clear that he depends on sports as an outlet in life, and most likely will get a sports scholarship. He also has a secret love for rollerblading.
His middle name is Lesly because his mother originally wanted another girl to name after her recently deceased grandmother, but when Clyde turned out to be Clyde, she convinced herself and her husband that Lesly was still an okay name for a boy.
Clyde’s father is boarder line homophobic, and will sometimes question how close Clyde really is to his friends. It’s partly the reason why Clyde has shown no interest in boys publicly. He hasn’t talked about his bicuriosity to anyone other than anonymous faces on the internet.
He’s still a crybaby. This boy complains about a lot of useless stuff.
It’s not that he’s dumb, he’s actually very smart. His grades say he’s smart, that is. It’s more like he’s gullible.
Socks with sandals and a backwards hat with basketball shorts and a t-shirt that he hasn’t washed since last week is his normal weekend outfit.
If you looked up “nosy” in the dictionary, you might find a picture of Clyde.
Name/Alias: Pineapple
Pronouns: They/She/He
Age: 21
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Password: Craig is gay
Character that you’re applying for: Nichole Daniels
Favourite ships for your character: anything with chemistry, but TolkCole has my heart and StanChole is a bit of a favorite.
in character info
Full name: Nichole Daniels
Birthday: August 21st
Sexuality, gender, pronouns: Bisexual | Cis Female | She/Her
Age and grade: 17 | Senior
Faceclaim: Ryan Destiny
Appearance: Nichole is a very cute girl, standing at 5'3. She has dark skin, and has freckles sprinkled around her body. She has brown eyes, and long eyelashes that she frequently bats. Nichole often uses gold eyeshadow and winged eyeliner, although very little makeup beyond that. Nichole has a fairly lithe body, and often smells of flowers from her perfume. She has a gold necklace that she always wears, that has a gold flower on it.
Nichole has a very keen fashion sense, although she does have a fondness for 90s clothes. Off the shoulder tops, bright colors, and bright windbreakers are stuff she melts over. Typically, you can find her in girly clothing. Shades of yellow or pink are her favorite. Dresses and skirts are her go to, with ballet flats. She walks with a little flounce in her step, and enjoys flower crowns. She has a tattoo of the outline of a rose on her right wrist. Nichole's nails are always impeccably done, with pastel polish. She loves jewelry, and has many different bracelets and earrings that she can accessorize with any outfit.
Personality: Nichole is a sweetheart. She has a warm atmosphere around her, and is almost always smiling. She is almost always constantly laughing and is quick to drop compliments. She knows how to make people smile, and enjoys doing so. She's funny, although only if you like corny puns and knock knock jokes. Nichole is very understanding and sympathetic. She understands and gets a lot of stuff, even if she doesn't get it she'll still comfort. Nichole is a good person to come to talk too, she'll listen to you for hours while rubbing your back and speaking softly. Nichole is a great secret keeper, and will take a secret to the grave. Nichole enjoys helping others, and can often be found volunteering her time with Habitat for Humanity or other organizations.
Nichole, while extroverted, is a calm presence. She's mellow and down to earth, despite her girly girl appearance. Nichole enjoys socializing, but doesn't squeal and giggle at everything. She's a romantic, and enjoys it whenever people flirt and is a slight flirt herself. Nichole is a sucker for romantic gestures. Nichole is passionate, and follows her heart with everything. She doesn't use her head very often, which can get her into trouble. Except when it comes to board games of course, than she’s a strategic genius. Nichole is stubborn, once her mind and heart is set to something it takes a mountain to move it. She has a determined mindset, and get tunnel visioned if she is particularly stubborn. Nichole, despite being a sweetheart, has an extremely short temper. She's not afraid to get physical, and will fight anyone anytime. She can get argumentative and often goes on the offense in conflict. That being said, she's the type of person to get over things quickly. She doesn't hold grudges. She will give you a black eye one day, and the next give you a herbal remedy for it. As far as she's concerned, they had beef and its done. It's over.
History: (At least four full bodied [5 sentences at least] paragraphs)
Nichole Daniels was born the only child of two parents who are moderately successful, middle class at best. He bounced around a lot as a kid, going from school to school and fitting in pretty easily. It wasn’t until she got to South Park was she swept up into a permanent group, and for better or worse, Nichole was thrown into the deep end becoming wrapped up in a plot. Many more incidents followed in elementary school, and while she tried to stay away from the chaos everyone loved testing her. She quickly became used to it, developing a thick skin and sticking to her girl group, or Craig and those guys if she was forced to choose a boy group.
Throughout middle school, Nichole kept a little above average grades. She wasn’t too focused on education, and was more occupied with finding herself in the crazy town. Nichole managed to keep a level of separation away from the craziness, miraculously, making it clear she would rather swallow nails than be dragged on an adventure. She preferred her adventures on table top. Nichole began to develop a more thorough interest in fantasy, dreaming up expansive worlds even beyond their Stick of Truth Game.
Come high school, Nichole floated through school. Happy with her popularity level, avoiding the top to be away from the fierce conversation and avoiding the bottom so she wasn’t bullied. She focused a little more on her grades, but things outside of school still held her true interest. She was no slouch, she could get into college with relative ease, but she was not in the running to be in any form of top class spot. She’s very into flowers and plants, as well as even deeper into fantasy. She keeps this aspect of herself hidden, not wanting to be demoted a rank or two. Besides, sex, drugs and partying was what was popular, not extensive fantasy worlds.
Nichole was grounded, optimistic, but she had both feet on the ground. She knew that South Park was renowned for craziness, but she wanted to keep far away from it. Nichole is more than happy to chat with her friends, and keep away from any uninteresting drama. She does enjoy the gossip, but the best drama is always someone else and not your own, everyone knew that. As long as Nichole followed her own rules for survival, she should be good.
Sample paragraph: Cinnamon. One of the cornerstones of spice in the baking world. It was a crucial and essential part of any good cookie recipe. Nichole wanted to make a nice surprise for her classmates and friends, what better way to ring in the winter season than with snickerdoodles? So Nichole had put on her apron, put on one of her favorite cooking playlists, and got to work making the delectable treat. However, as she was preparing the batter she noticed a nasty little thing she had overlooked. She had no cinnamon. She had no trace of the coveted ingredient. Even after climbing up to reach the tip top of the cabinets, she found nothing. Nichole groaned and turned off the music. She looked at the unfinished batter and the open cookbook with exasperated brown eyes and she quirked an eyebrow, wondering what to do. Nichole walked over to the screen door leading to the patio and backyard and looked outside. Night had fallen, and snow was coming down. Nichole stepped outside, and immediately shivered and returned inside. She was quite happy inside the warm house, in her pink and yellow pajamas and pink unicorn slippers. Plus she even already taken off her makeup. Still, she looked back at the batter, it taunted her.
She could practically hear it daring her to scrap it. To quit. Nichole stamped her foot, her brown eyes glaring at the imaginary taunting food. No imagined, self proposed, recipe was going to taunt her, and Nichole had too much pride to leave anything unfinished. She took off her apron and hanged it on the hook wherever she usually kept it. Nichole stepped out of the kitchen, and made her way up the stairs, skipping every other step. The black haired girl walked into her tastefully decorated room, and managed to resist the temptation of the book on her beside dresser or the promising warmth of her comforter and stuffed animals. She walked into her closet, picking out a yellow long sleeved dress that went to her knees, throwing on her tights to give her some protection. And fashion as well, at least she could get some cute selfies out of her quest. She could already picture the caption. 'Late night Cinnamon Run! 👣🌕🍪🏪'. Slipping on some black boots, she sat down at her vanity and managed to corral her hair into two decent looking buns before adding a clip to each one. Gotta stay cute. Nichole applied some basic eye makeup and some lip gloss. She loved doing makeup and hair, it was just fun to her. Nichole looked at her nails, making sure they were still perfect. The one thing she took the most pride in was her nails. After a thorough inspection, Nichole deemed them well enough to travel.
Headcanons: -Loves being outside in nature, she’d totally live in the forest in a cottage if she could.
-Absolutely loves to dance
-Is the type of bisexual that leans heavily towards women.
-Adores the bright colors of the 80s aesthetic, often dresses in 80s clothing.
-Wants to study Toxicology when older.
-Has a fondness for reptiles and amphibians, especially frogs.
-Is very ‘save the bees’
-She loves arts and crafts, and regularly doodles or paints miniatures.
-She’s a nerd, and makes studying fun by using candies and other treats as rewards for information learned.
-Insecure about her looks
-Adores sweets
-She’s fairly sporty, enjoying basketball and volleyball, as well as cheer.
-A busy, busy schedule but makes it work. She’s very good at time management.
-doesn’t like violence but will defend her friends with force if needed.
-Has tons of stuffed animals. She’ll give out her stuffed animals to her friends if they need it for comfort.
-She’s the epitome of ‘do no harm but take no shit’ and ‘float like a butterfly sting like a bee’
-Dies a little inside every time a teacher says ‘say a fun fact about yourself’
-Enjoys Just Dance and all those games, she can dance Rasputin perfectly.
-She actually really likes meat, she’ll grill for people sometimes.
Anything else: nah
Name/Alias: Pineapple
Pronouns: They/She/He
Age: 21
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Character that you’re applying for: Butters Stotch
Favourite ships for your character: Bunny, Stutters, Butters x Christophe
in character info
Full name: Leopold Alexander Stotch
Birthday: September 11th
Sexuality, gender, pronouns: Bisexual & Biromantic | Demiboy | He/They
Age and grade: 17 | Senior
Faceclaim: N/A
Appearance: He has curly blond hair that is always messy. Like, always. He can't tame it. Butters has white skin, although it is often covered with bruises from being beaten up by his dad or just being clumsy. He has bright blue eyes, and is always smiling. Although, whenever he does get mad, it's a storm unlike the world has ever seen.
He looks like he could murder several small villages and bring a plague onto cities. Butters is short for a male of his age, standing at around 5'5, and has a slim build. Sweaters and long sleeves are his go to. Mainly in the color blue. Butters has dimples, and his cheeks are a little red.
Personality: In growing up, Butters has not lost and still retains his natural sweetness and kindness towards people. Willing and helpful, Butters will do anything for anyone in the name of being kind whether it be friends or enemies. Butters is a huge people pleaser, and is trying his best to be a good person. Contrary to popular belief, Butters is not opposed to violence or fighting as seen in multiple episodes, although this could be him getting caught up in mob mentality as he often does. However it should be noted that whenever Butters is pushed too far, he can come up with fairly devious plots. Such as in the case of Awesome-O. Butters is fair whenever it comes to business matters at least, and is always willing to share. He isn't the type to stomp on people to get ahead in life, nor would he want to be that way. Even though he does not oppose violence, he's still passive. Not wanting to get caught up in anything or make trouble for anyone. This is shown especially with his parents and Eric Cartman. Unfortunately that leaves him as easy pickings for bullies, whom he usually just sits there and takes whatever they throw out. He doesn't fight back unless he's been pushed too far. Butters is incredibly polite and courteous to his elders and teachers. Always addressing ladies as 'M'am' and men as 'Sir'. He opens the door for people, and doesn't speak out of turn or try to make noise in class. However, he can be unknowingly blunt and rude to people such in case of Lisa Burger or otherwise. Incredibly Optimistic and Cheerful, Butters is always trying to make others happy and looks on the bright side no matter how bad things are going. This attitude is what has helped get him through the intense periods of abuse in his life. Even though he's an adult, he's naive and innocent.
Drugs and alcohol aren't a thing in his mind, and chances are he won't understand references others make or even he makes. He often tries to adapt the way other people speak, but to hilarious results because he often uses it wrong. He tries to be adaptable, although unless it's an academic or learning environment it's quite hopeless. While Butters is not shy, he is a modest person. He doesn't go around kissing random people or wear revealing clothing. Butters has a strong moral code, and is very clear on his ideals of right and wrong. However these can often get blurrier or nonexistent depending on which particular person is manipulating him. Speaking of which he is gullible and very easily manipulated, with his helpful and kind nature he's willing to go along with anything if you manage to convince him. Spin the right sob story, or even a lousy sob story he's incredibly empathic to people and will go along with whatever people have planned if he believes it will help them or end up better in the long run. Because of this he gets easily bossed around, especially by the likes of Cartman or his parents. Fear is a primary motivation in everything Butters does. It's been indoctrinated in him, and he can get scared easily and this very obvious fear is often what people use to take advantage of him. Butters is incredibly intelligent, being able to to advanced math calculations in his head very rapidly. He will always help others in areas of math. This leads to people cheating off him of course, and even if he doesn't like it, he doesn't stop it. Butters has a darker side to his personality that a lot of people doesn't seem to realize. While he is enjoys motivating people and getting them pumped up, he can also become frustrated with people very easily even if he doesn't show it. Leading to a mass build up of aggression and anger which often comes out at once in violent ways. Mainly to others, although he does often put himself down. Butters is prone to dark thoughts, although he hides it behind his childlike and happy persona. Butters is very wise, and is very good at giving advice. Although he doesn't know this, and doesn't actively try and use his wisdom for good. Butters can be extremely aggressive, but this only comes at his boiling point and he's quite calm otherwise. He has weak wills, which is makes it extremely easy to manipulate him to do whatever you want. He's imaginative and creative, so his imagine often runs rampant.
History: Butters was born on September 11th, to Linda and Stephen Stotch. His family history is abusive and violent to say the least, in many ways. From a young age, his parents always grounded him no matter what silly or trivial thing he did. In his father's rages, he's often been beaten as well. Butters has also been psychologically and emotionally abused, which is through his entire family. He even gets picked on by his grandma.
Butters has been molested at least once, by an uncle who we never meet on screen. He has gone to various doctors and psychologists, although nobody has ever figured out he's a victim of child trauma. His mother then tried to kill him, by drowning him. He's still not over that. His friends weren't much better, and they always picked on him or used him as a scapegoat. Butters also got frequently beat up at school. Throughout the years, this hasn't changed much.
Butters still gets abused in nearly every aspect of his life, leaving him with a desire to escape it all by leaving town. He would get his own apartment if he could, but since the 'Kissing Company' stint, no one will give him loans. So his only escape is through college, which Butters desperately works to getting somewhere far away from Colorado. As of now, his family situation is incredibly toxic. His parents have only gotten worse over the years, and Butters lives in constant fear. He tries to stay out of the house as much as possible.
At school, Butters keeps his sunshine appearance up. He’s cracking, anyone who looked just beyond the surface would see. He wants to leave the cold of South Park for some sunnier pastures in California. He wants to go for a psychology doctorate so he can become a therapist, so he can help anyone who was in a situation similar to himself.
Sample paragraph: Butters loved sleepovers. More than anything. It gave him an excuse to get out of the house, and he loved hanging out with his friends. So, he was thrilled whenever Lola had invited him over. He knew it was a long shot, but as Butters was packing he also packed some of his skirts and dresses. Butters and Lola shared a similar style whenever he wanted to wear girl clothes. In Butters mind, girls had way more comfy clothing than boys. And the colors were really pretty as well. He hoped Lola didn't laugh and subtweet him. However, he felt that Lola wasn't that type of person. Even though he didn't know Lola particularly well, Butters knew that she wasn't the type to just senselessly bully people. No wonder lots of fellas were jealous whenever Butters had sleepovers with the girls, they were all nice people!
As Butters was leaving the house, he double checked to make sure he did all his chores and everything was in order. The last thing he needed was his father showing up at Lola's house yelling about the location of the goldfish. Butters skipped down the sidewalk, lightly singing to himself. "If you leave me now, you take away the biggest part of me. Oo baby please don't go." Butters slowed down once he made it to Lola's street, as his blue eyes looked at the houses. Lola had told him her address, and Butters remembered it perfectly. But Butters didn't want to knock on the wrong door and have to explain to whoever that he was at the wrong house. How embarrassing would that be!
Soon, Butters came upon the aforementioned house. It looked real nice on the outside. Butters stood on the sidewalk outside of the house, and wondered why he was so nervous. It wasn't as if he hadn't had plenty of sleepovers before, but for some reason he was particularly nervous for this one. Lola was a perfectly nice person, he wouldn't be harmed or anything. He was also certain she wouldn't prank him as he was sleeping like so many people tended to do. He thought about the potential for duets and dancing though, and that got his confidence back up as he hurried to the door. Lola sure had an awfully nice singing voice. He had walked by Into the Woods rehearsal once, and heard her singing. The sound hasn't left his head. It had inspired him so much, he went right home and drew her in a costume and even developed a backstory. She would be a valuable member of Professor Chaos's team.
He knocked on the door, and played with his fingers as he waited. He hadn't forgotten about the less than manly things in his bag. Butters only hoped he was a correct judge of her character. He knew he wasn't the best at it sometimes.
Headcanons:
-He has a scar over his eye from getting a ninja star thrown in his eye.
-Professor Chaos is still alive and well, although it's still just silly pranks. One he's particularly proud of is switching all the pencils in the art room for sharpies. So devious.
-On the subject of Professor Chaos, his family gets mad that tinfoil disappears so easily. So most of his money is spent on tinfoil.
-Butters still plays with action figures and legos, although he hides this.
-Butters is in choir and the dance team. He loves musical theatre and every thing performing arts.
-He takes classes in dance as well outside of school. Ballet and Aerial Arts.
-Butters has a superb memory, he's been diagnosed with Hyperthymesia. Or, an autobiographical perfect memory. He's been in various experiments because of this.
-His math skills are through the roof. He's basically a human calculator. He has troubles with word problems, but straight math is his forte.
-Butters loves little kids, especially those going through rough times.
Name/Alias: Pineapple
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Character that you’re applying for: Ike Broflovski
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Full name: Sir Issac Moshie Gintz Broflovski
Birthday: November 28th
Sexuality, gender, pronouns: Demisexual | Cis Male | He/Him
Age and grade: 13 | Junior
Faceclaim: Finn Wolfhard
Appearance: Ike is at an average height for his age, standing at 4'10. Ike didn't get any of the Broflovski appearance traits, considering he was adopted. He has white skin, which sometimes has bruises on it from playing hockey. He has freckles under his eyes, which are fairly light as well. Ike has blue eyes, that often have a hint of mischief or arrogance to them whenever he's causing trouble. Which is a lot. They are fairly big as well, giving off an innocence he doesn't have. However it's fairly useful for getting out of trouble. He has a big nose, something he's kinda salty about. His lips are always slightly chapped, and almost always seem to be in a smirk. Ike has messy black hair, no matter how much he tries to tame it, its like a mop on his head. It drives Shelia crazy, but he really can't do anything about it. He's constantly battling it away from his eyes, and has too much pride to accept a bobby pin from Karen.
As for clothing, Ike's style definitely changes occasion to occasion. He can most often be found in just a T-shirt and jeans, with red converse. He avoids sweaters like the plague because that's something that's associated with the rest of his family. His attire is also dependent on how hard he wants to try. If it's on one of the days he's not trying, Ike can show up to school in a large hoodie and sweatpants. Ike is the type of person who totally owns weed socks, and other meme related clothing. But makes it clear that he's only wearing it for satire or ironic purposes. Ike is also not a fan of tight clothing, because he feels like it restricts him in his movements.
Personality: Ike can often be described as, well, an asshole. He's arrogant, as he frequently boasts about his intelligence and isn't afraid to flaunt it in the face of others or use it to intimidate. He's largely self centered, thinking himself as the center of the universe. It's his world, and everyone else is just living in it. He feels responsible to 'educate' people if they are ignorant in his mind. He likes to think he's very mature for his age, and in a way he is, in the fact that he gets and understands a lot of adult issues and knows how to act appropriately in public. And doesn't have 12 year old™ behavior. Ike is very petty and sarcastic, he doesn't take criticism well and lashes out. He's defensive to a fault. He's also incredibly flirty, especially with girls. Even though he makes his disgust for romance and intimacy known.
Ike is intelligent. There's no other way to describe it. He likes books that test his knowledge, tv shows that expand his knowledge and enjoys intellectual debates. Ike is a child prodigy, and has common sense for days. He has a strong thirst for knowledge, and is ruthlessly ambitious to achieve his goals. He's good at coming up with convoluted plans. He shoots for the stars and by god he's gonna get there. Ike has a caring side to him that doesn't get shown often. Although he hides it pretty well, he's sensitive and gets his feelings hurt rather easily. He's courageous and extremely brave as well as loyal. You know the kid that argues with the teacher and entertains (or annoys) the class? That's Ike.
In short, Ike is a little asshole. But he's an asshole with heart.
History: Ike was born in Canada, as Peter Gintz to Eliza and Harry Gintz. He was born during the Cola Wars, and since his birth family couldn't afford to have a child they put him up for adoption. He was adopted by the Broflovski's and has been part of their family ever since. He was frequently babied by his entire family, pampered and spoiled beyond his wildest dreams. Although they did place high expectations on him because he was such a genius. He grew up idolizing his brother, and cared deeply for him. A care that has carried on throughout his years even if it isn't as obvious. Ike skipped many grades. Placing him in the Junior class in high school whenever he is a 12 year old.
Ike has been picked on a lot. For his intelligence, his Canadian looks, for being adopted, for being Jewish, basically anything. He's gotten in trouble at school for getting into verbal fights with students or sassing off to teachers. He also began rebelling against his family and parents more and more. Becoming less family oriented and more career and intelligence oriented. Instead of joining the family for game nights and such, he'd be in his room studying or playing mind games. Ike spends his summers away at math and science camps, and does a ton of extra courses on the side. In constant pursuit of knowledge to further supplement his intelligence.
Ike is still a mamas boy though. Shelia still babies him, even though she put locks on his windows and doors as precautions. They are never in use. While he does get scolded, he never gets in serious trouble or grounded. He somehow manages to worm his way out of it with a smile and a few quick words. He has experimented with sex, drugs and alcohol. He does drink wine. He's a hardcore 12 year old that's for sure. Ike's relationship with his father is more rocky. He never forgave him for his skank hunt actions. Out of all the family, he's the most distant from his dad. Although his dad does make efforts, Ike barely recuperates. Overall, Ike is distant from his family but still deeply cares about them in his own way. Oh yeah. And he's still a Canadian Knight. Just saying.
Nowadays Ike finds most company insufferable. He finds most conversations a bore, and spends his time actively avoiding anyone who doesn’t capture his interest, or his brother. He gave up a lot of his more age inappropriate behavior in terms of the sex, drugs and alcohol. He sees himself as above such carnal pleasures. He’s laser focused on getting out of school, so he can actually go to a respectable place. He’s got a lot more potential than this small town, something he isn’t blind to.
Sample paragraph: The sounds of blasters and guns, as well as other kids voices pumped through his ears. His posture was hunched, as his gaze looked all over the TV. His mind worked a million miles per hour, he took a quick sip of his energy drink before getting right back into his groove. His team was compromised of idiots. He was used to it, though, and luckily he had enough brainpower to compensate for their shortcoming. "Matt, Thomas, Greg, flank left. I want Danny and Zach with me so we can go in from the back." Ike ordered, his voice was high compared to the other deep voiced males.
"How come you get to be in charge?" Someone whined. Ike rolled his eyes before smirking. "I don't know Johnny, maybe because my IQ is higher than your salary? Or maybe it's because you've only gotten 6 kills while I had a 50 kill streak in the first five minutes of gameplay." Ike said, his voice pompous. He heard laughter and other stereotypical gamer insults being thrown to Johnny. Ike didn't care about the roast, as long as they followed him and they won, Ike didn't care what they did. They were close to the heart of the battle, Ike could feel it in his veins. His foot tapped, his eyes widened as he got more and more into the gameplay. Then, came the attack he knew and prepared his team for.
After five minutes of fast and furious gameplay, Ike's team had come out on top. He set down his controller and stretched, a smirk on his face. "Eat shit motherfuckers!" Ike yelled into the headset, his team mates cheered in agreement. Ike then heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and he groaned, knowing what was coming. He quickly turned off the headset and turned off the violent video game before picking up the thick book of quantum mechanics beside him. Simple stuff way below his level, but his mother couldn't tell the difference between a square root and a square.
His mother barged into his room, her eyes set in a narrow glare. "Did I hear naughty language young man?" She asked, her hands on her hips. Ike's eyes quickly widened in surprise, as if he could never do something so wild. "No mama, I would never use such filthy vocabulary." Ike said, making his voice deliberately innocent. Ike tilted his head innocently. "But I heard Kyle playing a video game, I think he was using some vulgar terms." Ike said, trying to hide the smirk on his face. His mother looked semi relived but also annoyed. "Of course! Thank you bubby." His mother said, and Ike glowed from the compliment. That would have been enough, but Ike remembered Kyle had kicked him out of the living room while he was watching TV so he and Stan could watch something instead. Payback time. Ike made his face turned to curiosity. "Mommy, what's a dildo? I heard Kyle talking about it earlier on the phone to his friends. Apparently he has a collection. Can I collect them too?" Ike said, the picture of innocence. His mother's face grew in fury before she closed the door. He could hear her voice yelling his brothers name.
Ike laughed before picking up his headset and turning on the TV. "So? You assrammers ready for round two?"
Headcanons:
-His dream university is Oxford University, and hopes to get a doctorate in Astrophysics.
-He longs for companionship, not for romantic or sexual pleasures of course, but for a conversationalist that can keep up with him that is not his brother.
-Hates Elon Musk and hates how he took away the Tesla name and made it into something its not. He’ll call anyone obsessed with him an Edison.
-He doesn’t really give a shit about American politics, other than when it benefits him. If he had to align himself with any political party... it’d be some obscure third party that changes every week.
-He enjoys playing pranks on others. Especially his brother.
-He’s an… atheist ? Question mark? He’s seen a lot of shit he can’t explain. But he stubbornly claims that God can’t do anything for anyone. He doesn’t keep kosher but is Jewish enough to please others who care.
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