Wesley Drake | Law ●

[Wesley Drake]

Name: Wesley Quincy Drake Age: 30 Gender: Male Sexuality: Pansexual Faction: Law Occupation: Librarian Playby: Pokemon, Steven Stone Traits Positive Quiet Polite Thoughtful Strong Morals Open minded Loyal Respectful Negative Uncomfortable in most settings Cynical Unforgiving Passive aggressive Clingy Emotional Restless - He's an intuitive but fragile heart. History The Shepherd family was destitute, and its members flooded the streets like disoriented cattle. In an effort to maintain income, the teenager that would become Wesley’s mother sold herself into a terrible system of violence, drugs, and abuse of all kinds. By the time she was nineteen, she’d already had two stillborn children, and in her twentieth year, she had the sickly boy that was to be named Wesley, supposedly after her grandfather whom the boy would never meet. In his earliest days, he suffered heavily from withdrawals crying constantly. His mother cried often for different reasons. The environment she’d unwittingly put herself in had doomed her son, and now she was left to deal with the painful realizations. To this day, if he closes his eyes, Wesley can remember the pains of his earliest memories. The air was always foul; the lighting was always bad. Someone was always screaming, fighting, and crying. Very often it was his mother. There was a man always fighting with and beating his mother, and into Wesley’s memories, he was beaten as well. The man was not ‘Daddy’ or ‘Father’, and he never would be. His mother referred to him fearfully as ‘Master’, and Wesley would too in time. The boy learned early on it was easier to not resist the beatings and take what pain came for resistance met a harsher rebuke. Sometimes that man would bring over ‘friends’, and it always got so much worse. For as quickly as he matured mentally in those days, Wesley was slow to physically grow. There was always a restricted amount of food and necessities, and it reflected in his physical appearance. At five years old, he was tiny, thin, and pale, but it was not as though he could physically compare himself. He would not be permitted to go to school and would never know early peers. The Master said no, and his mother never pressed the issue. Despite this, Wesley was very cognizant for a child. As if intuitively, he knew the situation wasn’t right. Even if he had only a scant few adults to compare his situation to (most of whom were a negative influence), he felt as if it were not right. Perhaps it was the sarcasm with which his mother told him bedtime stories when she got the chance that made him disdainfully aware, but he cannot be sure now. Despite origin, by the time he was seven, Wesley had resolved to somehow change the situation. He knew not how- but somehow. At those parties that man threw, Wesley took to stealing whenever there was a chance. He got caught several times and was beaten into unconsciousness a number of those times, but as he learned to be more subtle, the boy grew good. He took only what would not be missed, a few bills here and there, and by the time he was ten, he’d managed to gather five hundred dollars. He thought it was enough and finally revealed his secret to his mother. Unexpectedly, she cried which nearly made him cry in response. She told him it would not be enough for the two of them, that even with the money, they would not be ‘ok’. The world outside was ‘scarier’ than where they were at, and it terrified Wesley. What could be scarier than how things were? He didn’t understand and kept trying to convince her it would be ok, but she refused to even think of leaving. Unfortunately, that man came back while they were arguing and found the money. Outraged, he beat Wesley, but what happened after that, Wesley cannot remember. He would wake up in a hospital with people worriedly staring at him asking questions. Who was he? Did he know his name, his parents, anything? At the time, Wesley couldn’t remember even his own name, and for weeks it would be like that. The doctors said someday he might be able to regain everything, but what came initially were raw emotions. He feared men, tall men, and tended to burst into tears in their presence. The hospital accommodated with female doctors and nurses, but even some of them with specific hair colors made him screech and scream for reasons not even he could understand. Eventually bit sand pieces of those memories would indeed come back to him; he remembered that room, that man, and his mother. However, he could still not account for the block of time up to waking up in the hospital. He started to talk to a few of the nurses, uncertainly at first, and eventually a child psychologist would be prompted to start visiting. He told her what he knew, what he remembered, and she helped him work through a lot of confusing emotions. Eventually, Wesley would learn that there was an investigation ongoing for not only himself but several other children. He would learn they were found together battered into unconsciousness at the front of a police station. A dead woman was found dead several streets away, and eventually, he would be given a description of what she looked like. When a mental image came to mind, he couldn’t stop screaming. Mother, it was mother, and enough of his crying sputtered words would finally make this clear to the psychologist who did her best to comfort him thereafter. What seemed like forever thereafter, Wesley was put in the foster system. During this time, Wesley passed through six families from the time he was released from the hospital till he was sixteen. Most were nice enough, but Wesley had problems and a lot of baggage. He’d never learned to read let alone learn anything else, and few were patient enough to deal with this atop his perverse amount of social issues. He still could not deal with men at all let alone women whom resembled his mother, and towards all adults, his first inclination was to grovel or go placid expecting to be punished at even the slight inclination of a raised voice. He learned painstakingly slowly and failed often. Friends didn’t come easily for him, and even when a few stretched out the hand of warmth, he was so tentative to accept it that very often it was retracted before he could clasp hold of it. None of that mattered anyways. As soon as he was settled, he’d end up moving somewhere else and be forced to repeat the cycle of integration into a family. A few good things happened in these years, however. For one, Wesley learned to read and grew a profuse love of reading. Books became a haven for his mind like no other physical realm. For another, the man whom he called ‘Master’ was finally caught and charged. It had been two years since the end of that situation, and the man was finally busted for unrelated charges. When Wesley was asked to ID him, he shakingly agreed to a line up and pointed him out almost instantly. More charges were put to the man, and he was put away on four life sentences. It was ‘over’ as every adult tried to assure Wesley. He didn’t believe it, however. Nightmares still haunted him, and he was sure they always would. Ever still, it was somewhat calming to know his fears were less founded now. At sixteen, Wesley would be adopted by Zane and Sarah Drake, two loving but childless parents. They had apparently been barren for some time now and wished to change the lives of a few of the older children whom had yet to find homes. At first he was wary of them, uncertain if he was just going to be sent back into foster care if he did something wrong. However, as time went on, he found they were incredibly tolerant. They let him be whom he was but also taught him how to grow. Sarah especially was a big factor in helping Wesley. She homeschooled him and helped him move forwards where he never thought possible. It was her incredible patients that allowed him to flourish, and he learned more in the first year than he had in the last sixteen. Despite being legal by eighteen, Wesley was homeschooled for four more years by his mother. She would not let him be ill prepared for life despite his age- though she did encourage him to get a job. He managed to get one as a telemarketer and grew comfortable in it due to not being face to face with people as much. Academically, his love of reading never ceased, and one Christmas, he’d receive a e-reader and fill it to the brim with books. He loved reading and thinking and was encouraged to write a bit if he wanted to. At twenty-three, he published his first children’s book, and with what small income he made off of it, he started to save for college. A year later, he actually got up enough gal to actually apply and get in to a community college. He’d spend his first three years there before transferring to a university for his last two years. The latter was such a stress that he nearly didn’t finish, but in the end, he managed it graduating with a degree in English. It was by work and happenstance that he managed to get a job as a librarian, but he loved it there feeling at home with the books more so than the people that came there. He made a few friends from those who frequented it but wasn’t and still isn’t altogether close to them. After only a month of work, the event happened turning the world upside down. He was approached by a god who asked him what he wished for, and uncomfortably, he wished for a space of his own. He’d been living with his parents up to that point, and it was a legitimate if uncertain request. The god granted him a wish giving him a surprisingly large house in a neighborhood near the library. The deed was his and all expenses for an indefinite number of years were paid for. He practically had a heart attack but was thankful. Thereafter, he was given an insignia as well and left to the game. He’s been working at the library since. Insignia Level 1 Wesley’s insignia is a scar on the palm of his left hand in the shape of an X. Papyrokinesis – level 1— Also known as Paper Manipulation, this power allows Wesley to control the flow of paper with his mind. At this level, it seems similar to telekinesis in that he can lift and move up to a pound’s worth of paper up to fifty feet around himself. Thus, he can lift and move lighter books with this power but not ones that exceed the pound weight limit. With extended effort, he can not only move pieces of paper but cause them to fold into various shapes similar to if he had his hands on them and folded them physically. He has to know how to fold them correctly for them to take on any decent shape or construct, but he has since been learning origami to make them into various things. So far, he can use this power up to five times a day and not in succession. The passive is a piece of paper that folds itself into various shapes and forms and sometimes makes notes on itself for Wesley to read. It’s very very vulgar, much to his chagrin. Extra His middle name was given by his adoptive parents when he could not recall if he ever had one before. He likes learning things outside of just literary things even if he doesn’t always understand everything. Thus he has a wide knowledge base but isn’t a master in anything. He knows sign language as his ‘foreign language’ he had to learn. He has a stone and precious gem collection that he started when being moved around to each foster home to remember each by. It has since grown into a massive collection of various precious gems and metals as well. His mother’s housewarming gift was a cat from the local shelter that he has since named Sapphire. OOC OOC Name: Nai How did you find us?: the force Other Characters: –uncontrollable sobbing-

[Neko]

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