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Out of Character
Name/Age: Nat, 21 Pronouns: She/her Timezone: GMT+6 A Tumblr Contact: RFP A Non-Tumblr Contact: RFP
In Character
Character’s Name: Aster Price Face Claim: missy peregrym Age: 25 Gender: Male
Pronouns: She/Her Orientation: Demi-romantic Demisexual Birthday: July 15 Species: Human Career/Position: Former Reporter
History
“You’re a real nerf herder you know that?”
Biography:
As a child, Aster was nothing out of the ordinary. She would stay up late reading and coloring, beg to go see her friends, spend hours playing outside. She was quite close with her sister, as could be expected in a family like theirs and everything was more or less perfect until Aster entered middle school. Suddenly she was launched into a whole other world, having moved from private to public school. The other students would tease her and kick her, find out her fears then use them against her. Little kids are cruel but these children took their bullying to a whole new level. Aster became scared to leave the house or encounter people. After two years of the this torture, the family packed up and moved to another city. Unfortunately, the problems followed Aster.
She managed to escape the bullying with the fresh start, but Aster, after years of anxiety and fear in social situations, began having panic attacks. They were few and far between at first, over a presentation in class or a big test to study for. But as she grew older and entered high school, she began to panic at the smallest of triggers. Brushing up against people she didn’t know in the hallways, walking into an auditorium—even just the fear of having another attack could bring one on in a cruel irony. Sometimes for what would seem like no reason at all, a panic attack might arrive and bring her to the point of curling up in a ball and hyperventilating. This was why Aster parents withdrew her from school to complete the rest of her high school education from home.
Her first year of college, bigger setting, bigger world, everything seemed to get worse. The panic attacks were both more frequent and debilitating, and soon Aster found herself panicking over the thought of going to sleep, having established this abstract idea that if she went to sleep, she might never wake up. Eventually she developed a habit of staying awake as long as she could, filling herself with caffeine until sleep was an impossibility. When her sister came to visit her and found her curled up in a corner of her room, shaking like a leaf, she immediately called their parents, who then decided that it was time for Aster to receive serious help, and they sent her off to the Wayne Foundation Sanitarium.
Aster wasn’t there for very long before she checked herself out. She didn’t like the close quarters of her room or being forced to engage with other patients in a private setting because some of them were actually quite dangerous. So she did the only thing she could think of, she moved out on her own and used her college degree to begin her career as a journalist for an online newspaper. Which is how she wound up in Oregon. Almost a year before, back when they were still some shitty tabloid one of their other reporters had gone missing while investigating a town and nothing had ever come of their search for answers.