#about davey

[davey-turner]

[ archie reneaux, twenty-five, male ]. who just got accepted? oh, it’s just the new student [ davey turner ]. [ he/him ] is originally from [ manchester, uk ] and they’re apparently a [ dragon ]. did you hear their focus is [ camoflauge ] ? that’s probably how they got in. they remind me of [ trash bag full of empty beer bottles, deep belly laughs, confidence that could kill, fierce loyalty amongst friends ] (emily, she/her, twenty-four, pst, no triggers )

► basics; 

Name: david bernard turner 

Nickname: davey

Age: twenty-five

Birthdate: November 22

Species: dragon

Occupation: student, focus in camouflage 

Birthplace: manchester, uk

Sexuality: bisexual

►history; 

Davey never met his father, and as much as he’d scoff and say he doesn’t care about ‘his old man’ one bit, it did mess with him. Even more so when his dragon abilities appeared, and his mother sobbed and said she’d hoped he wouldn’t inherit his father’s traits. 

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves - we must start at the beginning. Davey was born to Sarah Turner, a kind-hearted and gullible hotel maid. She met Davey’s father while she was working (a maid in Manhattan moment, minus the happy ending) and got pregnant. He left town halfway through her pregnancy, and hasn’t been seen since. 

Davey was a friendly boy, but became an avid rule breaker early in his life. His teachers would sigh and send him to the office, or the nurse, or home when they couldn’t take it anymore. He made friends with older boys, rougher crowds, and finally - a local gang of miscreants. Davey started coming home late, drunk and wreaking havoc in his home. Sarah tried her best to scold the boy, but as much as he loved his mother, he loved the freedom of his new life too much. 

Well - freedom until you’re caught. Davey was arrested when he was sixteen for drinking and looting, and while in the jail cell awaiting his mom, his power was revealed. He was sitting on the bench, willing himself to disappear into the wall, when the cops grew confused - where had the kid gone? He had blended into the wall, and they didn’t see his fingers reach through the bars to grab the key. 

Davey was terrified of his newfound power, but also curious. He confronted his mom, who admitted that his father had some ‘interesting’ abilities as well. Once Davey knew about his powers, he set off to master them - or at least put them to use buying liquor and sneaking into clubs. 

Manchester couldn’t contain Davey after long. He gave his mother a long hug (and promised to call at least three times a week, which he hasn’t broken once) and took off for London, eager to find out more about his abilities. 

Shenanigans ensued in London, where Davey took full advantage of his abilities and was an anti-hero of the London Underground scene. He hung out mainly with the homeless punk kids, or took advantage of the anti-establishment rich kids who traded classy cocktails for cheap beer in attempts to look cool. 

He moved to Paris with some friends, which is when he met Quinn, a fellow dragon who had been living with their boyfriend. Davey completely latched on to Quinn, since he had never met a fellow dragon. They became best friends quickly, and Davey’s loyalty to Quinn was unwavering. He wanted them out of their tumultuous relationship, promising to protect them. When Quinn finally moved back to London, Davey followed, and when they got their letter to Acadia, he was determined to attend too. 

Since arriving, he has been assigned to protect Savana. It’s been an interesting journey so far - Davey is both exasperated by and filled with admiration for her, and they bicker constantly. They both might be a bit too headstrong to be paired together, but the universe works in mysterious ways!

►Personality; 

Arrogant  /  boastful  /  loyal  /  crafty  /   devious  /  fiery  /  uninspired  /  extroverted  /  tireless

►Wanted Connections;

New friends - davey will want to make friends quickly, he’s very social and will be extremely interesting in causing trouble. Party animals, meet your new best bud.

Dragon mentor - davey doesn’t know a lot about his abilities or his lineage. A professor mentorship could be great. 

His dad?? IDK if anyone wants to create a dragon character who could be Davey’s dad, that would be amazing!! 

Antagonistic relationship - someone who rubs davey the wrong way

Romantic interest - davey will flirt with anything with legs

[davey-turner]

[daveybro]

biography

David Alexander Gudgeon Jr. was born and raised in the city of London, in Westminster, to working parents who were completely oblivious to his world. He had never liked going by David, preferring Davey instead. It was his father’s name, and Davey thought it too formal and stuffy. And, if there was anything that he did not want to be, it was anything resembling his father. David Alexander Gudgeon Sr. was a mid-level manager in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Specifically, he headed the International Magical Trading Standards Body. What did he do exactly? Well, Davey couldn’t tell you. He nearly went to sleep every time his father opened his mouth to talk about it. When David Sr. was a young intern, first beginning his career, he met a witch, who went by the name of Gabourey. It was a tale as old as time, which in Davey’s opinion, made it very, very boring. Paper-pusher meets Obliviator, and the rest was history. From there, three children were born; First Davey, then his little brother and sister, Galvin and Gladys. From a young age, Davey proved to be different from his siblings. He was loud where Galvin was quiet, and destructive where Gladys was charming. It felt like all of his conversations with his parents were defined by what he had done wrong, how things could be fixed, and what he could do better.

The craziest thing about Davey was that many of his tricks and hijinxs had nothing to do with magic. He’d never been afraid to push the limits, something that was clear to all from the moment he first began to walk. He had very little regard for consequence, and rarely thought things through: it was all part of his desire for instant gratification. He had never been a very patient boy, and he spent years counting down the days until he would receive his Hogwarts letter. The day it arrived was one of his most favorite memories. One letter, one trip to Diagon Alley, and then he was riding off to Hogwarts with a trunk full of spellbooks and wand tucked neatly into the sleeve of his brand new robes.

His family used to tell him for years that the Sorting Hat would hardly blink in his direction before sorting him into Gryffindor. Most of his family went into Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw occasionally. But Davey? He was different. He was loud, and headstrong, and brave to a fault. Just as they had predicted, the hat hardly even touched his head before he was sent to the table of crimson and gold. As school geared into motion, Davey quickly discovered that academia was not all he thought it would be. He quickly learned which classes he hated: Transfiguration, and Potions. He also learned which of those he liked: Care of Magical Creatures, and Herbology. He made friends with his roommates -- Remus, and James, and Gideon alike -- but his truest friend that year was easily the boy in the bed next over. As first years, Andrei Draganov and Davey Gudgeon had attached themselves to one another. Partners in class, and partners in crime. Too bad that didn’t last into second year.

While at school, Davey developed a bit of a reputation. There were few people who could match Davey in sheer courage and nerve. That being said, there were fewer still who could match him in stupidity, except Gideon Prewett perhaps. He had a naturally bright -- or rather, innovative might be the correct word -- mind, giving him a tendency to act without thinking. It was always one act of valor and mischief after another, and he was easily encouraged by the people around him. For example, midway through his first year, Davey found himself at the behest of his friend Andrei, who foolishly dared him to touch the brand new, fighting tree, the Whomping Willow. Davey got close -- far closer than most first years dared -- before the tree smashed him so hard that he found himself a new home in the Hospital Wing for the next two months. He’d nearly lost an eye!

Something always questioned about Davey was whether he was exceptionally brave, or just terribly stupid. If one were to ask his mother and father, they would choose the latter option. He’d been on the receiving end of many a howler, forced to listen to his parents lecture and nag him to be better, to be fit to bear the Gudgeon name. Didn’t they realize that he didn’t want their name? He wanted his own name, his own legacy. His stunts made him stand out. Being different was a normality for Davey and he happily brought this with him to Hogwarts. He was weird, and loud, and in one’s face, and he was damn proud of it! He didn’t understand what was wrong with wanting a little bit of attention? Galvin was the good one, the one that made his parents proud, and Gladys snatched every bit of spotlight up for herself, leaving none for anyone else. Being near his family reminded Davey of his black-sheep position. So, to avoid that, he tried to stay away from them. He was the eldest, but he had never been very great at assuming the role of protector. For their part, his siblings didn’t seem to need him to. That’s what it looked like from his perspective, anyways. Galvin and Gladys had always looked out for one another, and that suited Davey just fine. It was better this way. Davey’s relationship with Gladys was alright, if distant. It was his relationship with his brother that really drove the point home. Davey had always had a temper as hot and uncontrollable as his personality, and that had never mixed well with the softness emanating from Galvin.

As his time in Hogwarts drew to a close, there were a great many things that Davey needed to think about. It was no secret that he wasn’t cut out for a Ministry job. That was his father’s domain, and maybe Galvin’s too. Never Davey’s. He would rather die than spend the rest of his life doing something so boring. He wanted action, and he wanted adventure. He wanted stories that would make his blood pump just by remembering them. He wanted dragons, and he wanted fire. He wanted to show off, to be admired by those who heard his tales. Davey Gudgeon was a proud peacock who would go to the ends of the earth if it meant impressing someone. To his credit, he tried not to be arrogant. But it was so difficult when everything he did was so much more exciting than what everyone else seemed to be doing. Even when he was sent to the hospital wing for the disastrous Whomping Willow fiasco, he rejoiced in the laughter and easily ignored the judgmental stares.

When the time came to make a choice, it was easy. Come graduation, Davey would be heading off to Sweden to work on one of the dragon reservations up in the mountains. It would be a dangerous job, but that was just how he liked it.

Recently, another choice presented itself to Davey. Even someone as good at distracting himself as he, could not ignore what was happening at home. Death, violence, and blood supremacy ran rampant all around. When an opportunity to join The Order of the Phoenix presented itself, he said yes before they could even finish their sentence. His bravery had always been tested at an extremely shallow level---- but this would be his chance to do something real. So as the school year comes to a close, Davey prepared for what would be waiting for him outside of those walls. A dragon, with hot flames pouring from its snout. The disappointment from his parents when they heard what he intended to do. And most importantly, masked dangers that would prove to be his most exciting adventure of all.

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What's your favorite outfit in your closet?

I really don’t think about my clothes? I just kinda throw on whatever’s closest to me, really. I do like wearing things that are a small step above casual, but that’s about as far as it goes. And I like wearing blue, too, so there’s that. And big comfy sweaters are nice. So I guess it does go a little farther. But I don't have a favorite outfit that comes to mind.

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why do you think you are you and not someone else

Hmmm, this could mean a lot of things? I mean, I really don’t know the deepest reasons of me being born Davey Jacobs and not some other person. I guess because my parents birthed me?

But if you’re asking about all the various factors that resulted in me being the person I am today and about how different I would be if those factors had changed? That’s a pretty big question there. It’s interesting to think about.

I think that a really defining trait in me is that I care a lot about people and try really hard to understand them, and that’s due to a lot of things. There’s my family, first. My family is incredibly loving and supportive and I was raised to be the same. I try really hard to show others the love my family showed me. But I must admit, doing that was pretty hard when my classmates would treat me like dirt. Which brings us to the second factor of what made me try as hard as I do to understand people. I know what it’s like to be ignored or mistreated for extremely trivial reasons, and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. On top of that, understanding people requires people who aren’t me. My friends help me to keep an open mind in that sense.

I try my best to stay optimistic, and that’s mostly thanks to the newsies. I wasn’t the happiest person before Jack befriended me, and he taught me how to enjoy life in any circumstances. All the newsies did, really. They have some pretty rough things to deal with in their lives, but they don’t let any of it bring them down. They always make the best of whatever situation they’re in, and I learned how to do that from them.

So, if I’d had a terrible family, wasn’t an outcast at school, and had bitter friends? I really don’t know how much that would change me. It’s really interesting to try to figure out how much of me is shaped by my experience and how much is just in my nature, but I’m never quite able to come up with a conclusion. I think I like it that way, though. I think every experience in life is important in some way or another and should be treated as such.

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TELL US ABOUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH BRACS AND WITH JACK

Hello there, anon! Braces and Jack are my two closest friends, so this could end up being pretty long because relationships like that are complex and take lots of words to properly explain.

I remember meeting Braces during the strike. She and Crutchie were pretty close at the time and so I’d seen her around a little, and once he ended up in the refuge, she would be sitting out on the steps of the building. I thought she would have liked someone to talk to, so I started sitting with her and bringing her the occasional plate of waffles. Words cannot describe how glad I am that I did that. It’s hard for me to really pinpoint exactly what made us friends, but Braces had this kind, nurturing thing about her that I really connected with. We both have a tendency to care about others a whole lot, and we deal with that in different ways and we help balance each other out because of that. I think that’s the deepest part of what made us pretty much family. And she and I have the best ways of just relaxing and having well-earned peaceful fun days. Plus she’s helped me a whole hecka lot with understanding people in general. She’s given me such a huge new perspective on human nature and how people work and think and feel that I never would have gotten if not for her, and I’ve learned a lot about life and about myself just by having the privilege of knowing her. She’s remarkably intelligent and a loyal, caring treasure of a friend on top of that.

And now to Jack. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I hadn’t met Jack. I’d probably be a pretty miserable person. When I started selling papers, I was really only doing that to put food on the table. I was technically becoming a newsie, but I didn’t have any plans or thoughts of joining the newsies. The newsies were this huge group of friends, and friendship at the time just wasn’t my area. And then in comes Jack. Sure, he poked fun at me, but the thing was that I could feel the other newsies judging me the way that people at school used to. I never once got that vibe from Jack. Something about him that you don’t always get at first is that he believes in you. He sees the best in you and he brings it out. I went in that day feeling like I wouldn’t last a minute on those streets and that everyone knew it. But Jack believed that I was capable of not only selling, but of being one of the newsies. Once I realized that, it made me want to try harder. And the next thing I knew, I was helping my whole generation to rise against a system that refused to take us seriously. I never saw that kind of strength or leadership in me before Jack did. He helped me become a person that I liked, and even more, I gained a second family because of him. He helped me to learn how to enjoy life, and for that I’m eternally thankful.

Don’t tell him I said that, though. If his head gets any bigger there could be dire consequences.

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After you receive this you must share 5 random facts about yourself and pass it on to 10 of your favorite followers!

Oooh!

I think if I were a vegetable, I would be an asparagus. I’m not really crazy about them as food (I don’t particularly dislike them, they’re just not my favorite or anything) but for some reason every time I look at them I see myself. I don’t know. I think about that a lot.

I used to have a knack for accidentally offending people. I say used to, even though that’s something I’m still trying to work on.

I really like cats.

Besides waffles, my favorite thing to cook is probably souffles. I’m really into baking, I guess.

I have a small collection of doilies in one of my drawers from Sarah when she was still learning how to make them. I’ve never been totally clear on the function of a doily, but it’s really cool to look at the stuff she made when she was still figuring it out.

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Character development questions~

What is your character’s name? Davey Jacobs

Who gave them that name? His parents had agreed even before they were married that their first son would be David and their first daughter would be Sarah.

What’s their whole name? David Aaron Jacobs. (Sarah's middle name is Miriam and Les's is Moses. They're that kind of family. His mother's maiden name is Baum, and they discussed combining their last names, but they decided to go traditional just because Jacobs sounds nice.)

Do they have any nicknames? Les was the first to call him Davey, which is why his parents and Sarah still call him David. Jack and most of the newsies call him Dave a lot.

Does anyone tease them by giving them particularly nasty ones? Not by giving them nasty nicknames. Usually when people tease him it's really passive.

Did one of the parents disagree on their name? Nope. Esther was the one who thought of the names, but they happened to be names that Meyer always really liked. That's pretty much what made him decide once and for all to propose.

What does their name mean? Beloved.

Is their name meaning of significance to the story? I mean, it's really fitting. I kind of melted when I looked it up and saw that was what it meant.

How old is your character? 16

What grade are they in? Sophomore

What is their age? 16?? I believe I said that

When were they born? November.

Do they look young for their age? Not really. People don't mistake him for much younger. He's like a little kid in demeanor sometimes but he's also super mature for his age so it evens out.

Old for their age? Nah.

Do they know more/less than they should at this age? Kind of less due to how sheltered he's been, but it's not in such a way that his parents kept anything important from him. He knows a lot about life and how to deal with it, but he still has a lot to learn about how to function in society.

What does your character look like?

How tall are they? However tall Ben Fankhauser is man I have no idea he's kind of tall maybe somewhere around 5'11" but who knows

What race are they? Caucasian, of Jewish descent.

Do they have scars? One on his elbow from a pretty nasty scrape when he was little that's really faint now, and one on his left hand from a mean cat he tried to pet.

Birthmarks? A really little one on his neck.

What is their hair like? Dark brown, almost black. It's short, kind of fluffy, and he has bangs.

What color are their eyes? He doesn't know. (They're actually hazel, but he hasn't been able to figure that out.)

Are they skinny/medium-sized/fat? Pretty medium-sized. He's on the thinner side, but he's pretty built. Not quite muscular, but solid.

How does your character dress?

On a school day? He dresses pretty nice in a way that you could tell his mom picked it out for him but he had no objections. Modern AU Davey wears long sleeved polos (tucked in, of course), dress pants, and athletic sneakers. Like, he doesn't even do sports. He just thinks they're good for his feet. He has no idea how ridiculous it looks with his clothing.

When going to work? Much nicer. He goes with a dress shirt and dress shoes instead of the polo and sneakers. He's still not too good at color coordination, but he's much better at knowing just how formal or casual to go in this situation.

On the weekends? Green v-necks and jeans. Sometimes sweatpants. He likes his zipped hoodies in colder weather. Khaki shorts if it's that kind of day.

On a lazy Saturday morning? One of those matching pajama thingies. But not the fancy ones with the buttons. Like, batman pajamas that he bought in the kids section in the largest size he could find.

On the way to a party? Depends on the party. If it's a super casual just people hanging out with snacks, he dresses the same way as he does on the weekends. If it's any sort of gift-giving occasion, he goes with a polo, khakis, and dress shoes. Shirt untucked if he's feeling really adventurous.

A wedding? Suit. Always a suit.

A dance? See above.

Why do they dress this way? Because he's a dork who can't dress himself to save his hecking life. But sometimes he accidentally looks like a fashion god. Like, completely accidentally.

What are their favorite colors to wear? Blue, green, and white.

What are some notable relationships your character has?

Do they have a favorite teacher? He's always been a bit of a teacher's pet, but he's really loved all his english teachers. He had one history teacher who he was particularly fond of, too.

Are their parents alive? Yup.

What do they think of their parents? Loves them to death. Sometimes his mom embarrasses him in front of his friends, though. Not that she doesn't do it completely intentionally. They all kind of love her for that.

What do their parents think of them? Pretty much the same; they love him and will be proud of him no matter what he does. They worry a lot about him, though, more than they worry about his siblings. He spends so much time caring about his friends and family that he doesn't really give his own life a second thought, and they're afraid that if he doesn't learn to find a happy medium, he'll end up unemployed and sleeping on the streets one day and having no idea how he got there or how to fix it.

Brothers/sisters? His sister Sarah is eighteen. His brother Les is ten. Davey's super protective of Les, and he and Sarah are really close. She really looks out for him in such a way that he's not aware of it half the time, and that's just how she likes it.

Pastors/coaches? There's a rabbi in his area who he talks to a lot.

What is in your character’s memory?

What do they remember most vividly? He remembers going into his parents' room after Les was born and seeing his mother there in bed holding him. Davey was six, and he'd never seen a newborn before. It was kind of weird for him, but he remembers Sarah being super excited.

Do they have selective amnesia? Not to a serious degree. He did hear some of his mother's screaming while she was in labor that he more or less blocked out.

Can they remember things from a young age? He's tried to forget a lot of the things that happened to him when he was still in school, but he still finds himself thinking about all the other kids who would laugh at him when they weren't ignoring him completely. There was a lot of snickering and whispering every time he raised his hand. At one point when he was eleven it got so bad that one morning he spilled everything to his parents and begged them not to make him go again. They almost didn't, and they did let him stay home that day, but after a lot of discussion at home they had a serious talk with his teacher. Davey was sure that would have made it worse, but once he went back the next day, no one laughed at him again. They still weren't talking to him, but they seemed to scared to do anything more than give him a weird look here and there. After that year, his parents sent him to a different school. It was a lot better there, but it wasn't until about a year before the strike that he started raising his hand again.

How old were they in their first memory? He can remember existing before Les was born, but now that he's such a huge part of Davey's life, it's really hard for him to visualize any of his life before he was six.

Do they have pleasant memories of their parents/friends? He has great memories with his family. He didn't really have friends until the strike.

Did they leave anyone behind? Why? Not deliberately. There was one girl who was nice to him in school, and they didn't really talk much, but he was upset to leave her by leaving school. He saw her a few times on the streets while he was selling, but they both felt too awkward to ever acknowledge each other.

Where does your character live? 

Urban/rural? Manhattan yo.

What does the community think of the character/ their family? Everyone thinks he's kind of awkward, but really nice and polite anyhow, so they like him. And it's pretty much impossible for anyone to dislike his family. Sometimes they get a little annoyed with Les, though.

Where did the character live before this? Davey had never left Manhattan before the strike. His family couldn't really afford to travel.

Why did they move? He didn't?

Do they wish they could live somewhere else? Not really. What's Santa Fe got that New York ain't?

What is your character’s room like?

Are there clothes all over the floor, or is everything stacked up neatly and put away? It's a mess. No one knows how he finds anything on his desk, and he only makes his bed because his parents forbid him to leave the house otherwise. When he's a guest, though, people have to order him to stop cleaning.

Do they have a lot of posters or furniture? He has a bed, a desk, a chair, a bedside table, and a dresser. He has some photos with family and friends, but no posters.

Do they have a lot of clothes? Not really. He doesn't really buy clothes for himself. His mom just throws some at him when she thinks he needs more than five outfits.

What is your character good at?

Are they smart? Academically and emotionally, yes. He's not very street smart at all, nor is he socially smart.

Do they excel in school or at sports? In school, yes, even though he's a huge procrastinator. Only a select few people know that part, though, because he tries so hard to maintain his teacher's pet status. And he's dreadful at sports.

Why do people admire/dislike them? People admire him because he's such a sweetheart who's really helpful and seems to deal with life really well. Some, though, don't take kindly to his awkwardness and think his sunny disposition is completely unbearable. Hence the bullying that happened in the past.

What does your character want?

What is their ultimate goal? To make as many people happy as he can. He also really wants people to like him, but that's not the only reason he's nice to them.

What will they sacrifice everything in order to achieve? Making sure the people he cares about don't get hurt.

What does your character do when they’re not at home?

Does your character like to go out with their friends, or do they hardly ever go out? Not a lot. Jack drags him places sometimes against his will, but he usually ends up having a good time. He prefers to have people at his house.

Do they go to church? Did I mention he was Jewish yet

If they don’t go out, why not? He's pretty bad with the social skills. He's managed to make friends by going through things with them, like the strike, and he befriended Braces by being there for her while Crutchie was in the Refuge. But he's awful at making friends in casual settings.

What does your character like to do?

Even if your character isn’t good at it, do they have something they like to do? There's not really anything he's not good at that he likes doing. He's basically a master chef, though.

How does your character love?

Are they extremely clingy, or do they like open relationships? Internally, he's very clingy, but he's always worried that clingy behavior will annoy people. If you give him permission, though, he will cling to you for the rest of your life.

What is their sexual orientation? He's pretty much asexual, but romantically, he likes girls.

How do they classify their ideal partner? Someone who's as affectionate as he is, brings him out of his shell, and will help him remember when it's okay to relax. He'd also love her to be an avid reader who loves exploring, but he tries not to be picky about things like that.

Do they think appearances are as important as personalities? He cares way more about personalities, but if she's pretty, he notices. Cute smiles and laughs are his weakness.

To what extent will your character protect the one they love? To the ends of the earth. You would have to sternly order him to stop helping you before his mind would go anywhere near there.

What will ultimately destroy your character?

What is the worst possible thing that can happen to your character? Why? Failing someone he loves and being rejected because of it. He cares so much and he seeks validation a lot more than he's really admitted to himself. The thought of ruining someone's life is awful enough for him, but if they hated him as much as he hated himself for it, he wouldn't be able to cope. It would force him to come to terms with how much he needs people to love him. He'd think that he deserved nothing but hate and it would break him.

How can this be prevented? He'd have to either do perfectly at everything or learn that it's okay for him to make mistakes.

What will they do if it happens anyway? He'd need a lot of long talks with his family before he could ever go back to his old self again.

How will this impact their personality? He'd put more walls up than ever. He'd be too ashamed to tell anyone what happened or that he was hurting at all, and he'd be too scared to ever try to reach out to anyone again.

Will they change at all? In addition to the above, his need to love and help people would still be there, and not doing that would destroy him. He wouldn't feel any purpose anymore.