hello loves ! i’m taylor, 23, in lame old central timezone & i’m super excited to join you guys. i'll be be playing cleric kid will byers, aka my baby, so if you wanna plot or thread or any of the sort light this up & i’ll slide into your dm’s. : - ) also note : ya girl has no self control so def except my impulsive ass to apply for more muses soon.
froy gutierrez, he/him, homosexual. forget what you know about WILL BYERS, the ( canon ) one from STRANGER THINGS ! they’ve been a 19 y/o student since arriving eight years ago. you could call them the town CLERIC ; they’ve got a rep for being + PERCEPTIVE & + ADROIT yet - SOFT SPOKEN & - ANXIOUS, but are associated w/ [ pale paint stained skin, sketches in an worn down notepad, a profound fear of darkness, vintage boomboxes. ]. they remember everything in canon.
after the few complete years of hellish trauma will byers and his rag-tag group of friends had gone through in hawkins, zombie boy was looking forward to getting his fresh start in another town - even if the mere thought of leaving the party behind made his chest ache. he could do it, he’d thought, move on, grow up, make a shoddy attempt at being normal. imagine his surprise when he seemingly fell asleep, after a poorly hid bout of crying in his brother’s car, only to awaken in a entire different place with a new set of memories that somehow feel distinctly wrong - not his.
it took a couple of years but eventually real memories ( as he deemed them ) began slowly returning in the form of night terrors. terrors that have always plagued him in one way or another, never really going away. no, because of course - after fighting off demogorgons, having complete control of his mind and body consumed by the mind flayer, and subsequently reliving his own reoccurring nightmare in the middle of starcourt mall - poor will byers simply isn’t fated to be cut a break.
he’s settled in nicely, meeting old friends and making new ones alike over the years. will likes to think he’s less fragile now, though he isn’t exactly sure how true that is. sometimes, it’s still all too much. as if one gust of a particularly powerful current of wind would knock him over. pull him under until he opens his eyes and sees nothing but a murky world, toxic particles swimming visibly in front of him. still loves art - drawing, painting, all forms - the only consistent outlet he’s had to express himself throughout all the old and new revelations. is majoring in art at the local university.
is still the same soft, quiet-spoken person he was as a younger teen. keen, observant, with a bad habit of being hyper focused on his surroundings. quick witted with a knack for problem solving - even if he’s hopeless when it comes to solving any of his own problems. loyal to a fault. resilient. good at keeping his own problems pint up until he explodes, though has a contradictory habit of wearing his heart on his sleeve, emotions readily available on overly expressive features.
hopes to one day be reunited with his mom and brother, a pipe dream at best but hey - on a island named requiem, anything could happen, right?
While I’m acting, I like to get into the physical movements of the character. So the first thing I do is go take a walk. I let the character’s body overtake me. Eventually it affects the mind and then I can work on developing the voice from there.
