KNIGHT, indigo arrian

[INDIGO ARRIAN KNIGHT]

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* INDIGO ARRIAN KNIGHT ,

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NAME. Indigo Arrian Knight
NICKNAMES. indie/indi/indy, but he'll answer to anything (even if it's not him you're talking to).
AGE. Nineteen
GENDER. Male
HEIGHT. 5’’5’
WEIGHT. 110 lbs
BUILD. Slim, though he's ripped for a skinny guy
CRIME. Masochism
PLAY BY. Paul Griffiths

LIKES. fun and games, joking around, lying to himself, Cupcakes, Candy, Female Companions, Adventure, Being the center of attention, Company, Being Loved, Physical Contact, Photographs
DISLIKES. Meanies, Spinach, Homosexuals, Being Ignored, Not being the center of attention, Being Alone, Boring Situations, Bitches, Jocks, Long Scary Relationships.
FEARS. Being forgotten, living a boring life, death, death of a loved one.
SECRETS. He's so desperate for attention, he'll almost always cut himself to get it.
He really is afraid of blood - so he passes out nearly everytime he cuts himself.
PERSONALITY. Indigo's the kind of guy that you're either going to love.. or be scared of. And not in a 'he might hurt me' way, but in an 'Is he on something, or is he just insane?' way. To put it simply, he has fun being about as odd as he can possibly get away with. Normalness is boringness, and he has little tolerance for it. Why sit quietly and pay attention in class when you could be writing strange fortunes on paper airplanes and sending them randomly throughout the room? Or take notes, when you could be drawing pretty pictures with permanent marker, all over the nearby desks, walls, students... And why actually participate in discussions when, instead, you could shout out random words every few seconds, interrupting those who actually are trying to participate? To some people, all those little things might come off as obnoxious. But to Indigo? He's helping making the world a more interesting place, which is kinda like doing a good deed or something.. so they should all be thanking him for it. Maybe even bowing down to his greatness.. an idea he's suggested a few times, standing up on his seat and declaring that the class repeat after him: All hail Indigo, king of the pirates! A few people actually did.

But despite that, he's really not as self-obsessed as he might come off as. No, he's no philanthropist. And sometimes he might forget that he isn't the center of the universe and that he can't expect every single person to act with the single goal of making him happy.. But still. As a friend, he's fiercely loyal, as long as you happen to be on his good side. Insult someone he likes, and chances are he'll be plotting revenge. And if he's decided that you're friend-worthy, he's likely to forgive almost anything.. err, after his initial childish reaction, anyway. Indigo doesn't have a tempter like most guys.. Meaning, when he's mad, he doesn't get all violent and scary. But he'll stomp his feet, yell, slam doors, refuse to talk to you.. and then be over it just seconds later. He couldn't hold a grudge against a friend no matter how much he wanted to.. But against a stranger? That's easy. He can hate someone for hardly any reason at all, as long as he doesn't know them well. And he won't stop at just silently hating. He'll glare from across the cafeteria, stick his tongue out, and make a point of refusing to talk to them. Why bother hating someone if no one's going to know about it?

But why bother being happy if no one's going to know about it, either? Meaning, if he's happy, you'll probably find him wandering around with a big smile on his face, fully prepared to hug anyone who comes too near, or to jump up and down if he needs, or to randomly start giggling. Yes, he giggles, and it's cute. And he knows it. But anyway, the point is that Indigo sees no point in anything if no one else is going to know about it, so he keeps all his emotions right out there, for everyone to see. Like wearing his heart on his sleeve, only not at all limited just to love. But it does include that kind of stuff. Sure, you'd never mistake Indigo for being the romantic type [and he definitely isn't], but that doesn't mean you won't know if he likes someone. Most likely, it'll be beyond obvious, by the way he'll sit on their lap [girls, I know he's bigger than you, have strength!], insist on holding their hand, or just randomly declare to love them more than one of his favorite sugary foods.. like candy, or ice cream, or cupcakes. Cupcakes are kind of the highest honor, because they've got cake, frosting, and sprinkles. Not that many things could possibly beat all that, could they? But Indigo's crushes are usually short-lived, anywhere from five minutes to five weeks, but rarely longer. He's known for the kinds of relationships that end almost as soon as they start, over as soon as that butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling ends. To put it one way, he prefers falling in love to actually being in love.

Everything he does seems to be based on one thing: getting noticed. He's not afraid to take any risk, he'll blurt out any secrets he might have if it'll get people to look at him, he'll stop at nothing to get attention if he's feeling ignored. It's probably got to do with that weird fear he still has: that if no one's looking at him or thinking about him, then will he disappear? Will he stop existing completely? When he was little, he couldn't even play hide and seek because of that, because he'd be so worried that if they couldn't see him then they'd forget about him and he'd just fade away in his hiding place. And so he'd start yelling until someone came and found him. Even now, he hates that game. He's all for tag, truth or dare, spin the bottle, any other game someone could thing of, except for hide and seek. And if you try to talk him out of his fears, he'll just shake his head stubbornly.. and then possibly resort to covering his ears and yelling 'La la la, I can't HEAR you!' if you keep trying. Yes, really. Once he's got an opinion, it can be nearly impossible to change his mind. Or at least, that's how he wants it to be, which means he'll resort to desperate measures if he thinks you're bordering on getting too persuasive. The only way he'll let you change his mind is if you figure out a way to do it to make him think he came up with it himself. Which is much more possible than it sounds, because Indigo can't always keep track of his own thoughts. There's usually too many strange things going on in that head of his at once.

So overall? Indigo's the kind of kid that it's hard to take a lot of at once. He's adorable, but loud and crazy. He can be trusted to take revenge on anyone who picks on you, but not to keep your secrets. He'll be head over heels for you one day, then forget about you completely by the next day. He'll let everything he's feeling show, just so he can be upset if you don't notice. He'll do anything for attention.. but has been doing it for so long that now, that it's not acting just to get noticed.. that's really all him. He could easily be labeled a freak, a social outcast, someone to be avoided at all costs.. except that he can be so cute with all his hyperness and clumsiness and irresistible enthusiasm that it's hard to just declare him a loser and stay as far away as possible. And while being around him can be a number of things at times - risky, irritating, headache-causing.. - boring is never one of them. He's got an endless supply of things to make the day more exciting. Starting games of tag in crowded hallways, playing cheesy music and insisting that everyone come dance around like idiots with him, inviting all his friends to stay the night at his house just to fill themselves up with sugar and caffeine and get hyper off the combination of those with sleep deprivation... He might not be good for anything serious, but if you need a distraction.. then there's probably no one better to be around.

FATHERS NAME & AGE. Benjamin Dax Knight, 51
FATHERS OCCUPATION. Bank ownder
MOTHERS NAME & AGE. Jane Rebbecca Harison Knight
MOTHERS OCCUPATIONS. Nurse
HISTORY. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my? Well, maybe only in Indigo's imagination. The truth is, his life would have been awfully boring if he hadn't decided to make it more interesting, whether through real adventures or imagined ones. Sometimes, he'd make it sound as if he would have given anything to have been one of those kids who were adopted or abused, even, or anything more dramatic than his own life. Happily married, well-off parents, not too busy for him and not too suffocating and not anything remotely interesting. Not the kind of people that anyone would want to hear about. While some people got to complain about alcoholic parents, he got to complain that his made him eat spinach. While his classmates had parents who tried to force them to be something they weren't, his were supportive of whatever it was he wanted to do, whether it was painting all of the walls of the house or exploring the city at four in the morning [as long as he brought a cell phone and some money to be safe, of course]. Honestly, it meant he was lucky. And maybe part of Indigo knew it. But most of him chose to ignore the fact that he was lucky like that. Why be lucky if unlucky is more interesting?

By the time he was five, Indigo had a whole collection of imaginary friends, people who made his world more interesting. He was far from the ordinary kid, and his kindergarten teacher would often call him 'creative', at those parent-teacher conferences. Indigo was clearly not dumb, but he wouldn't do his work. When he was supposed to be working on one thing, it'd soon turn into something else. But if he was ever asked a question, about whatever it was they were supposed to be learning, he'd have the answer right away. And he'd have the right one. He was, even at that age, the star of the classroom. He made up the best stories and the best games. He was the one who could convince the adults to let them play for a little longer, to skip the lessons on reading for the day. And he knew it. He was oddly likable, despite never doing what he was supposed to, despite being a little strange, despite always needing to have all the attention. And the main reason so many people liked him? He could get almost all of them believing in whatever happened to be going on in his world at that point, impossible or not.

When he got older, his imagination wasn't enough for adventures, and he'd outgrown the thrill of small things like camping in his backyard or playing outside after dark. At first, his idea of an 'adventure' was still simple enough. At thirteen, he'd drag all his friends to Wal-Mart to create what he called 'minor chaos'. Nothing illegal, of course. And nothing dangerous, even. Just a little frustrating for the people that worked there. He'd rearrange the entire CD section according to what he considered a 'better' system for classifying things. Or he'd hide out behind one of the toy shelves and try to scare the little kids walking by. He'd start helping people as if he worked there, just to see how many would even notice the fact that he wasn't in uniform. His parents didn't mind so much. His grades at school were no worse than usual - still just passing, because he'd rather draw pictures than take notes, he'd prefer to fill in the circles on the answer sheet in whichever way made the prettiest designs, he'd choose to write a story even if an essay was the assignment. And so why would they worry? His friends were good kids, as far as they knew, and he'd always been a bit on the mischievous side. Besides, they liked to give him his freedom, no matter what it meant he was doing. Which wasn't a problem... until
high school.

The first few years were okay - Indie could still rely on his cuteness to get him what he wanted, and that was enough to keep him happy. After all, high school meant a bigger school and much more mischief he could get into. What was there not to like? His friends' parents were finally letting up on rules a little (yay for extended curfews and no more bed times!), which meant much more possibilities for him - dragging his friends out in search of ice cream at three in the morning, or going to the movies to watch the same one over and over until they had the whole thing memorized... which was when he'd then assign each friend a part, and they'd act out the same movie in front of the theaters for half the price of the movie itself. Yes, they'd actually earned money that way. Or, inside of school, the carefully-planned water balloon fight he'd arranged for the annual "say no to drugs" assembly. The point was, high school was good for him and he'd had little reason not to be happy, considering he had friends and trouble to get into and never much as far as consequences for his actions.

Which was why when he left, in the start of junior year, it kind of shocked everyone. He hadn't even been seventeen when he'd packed up a Hello Kitty backpack full of his Indie-necessities - his candy supply, one or two favorite stuffed animals, his most comfortable pokemon pajamas, and the contents of his piggybank (which, he'd discovered, did not have to be smashed to open.... so he could have taken all that money out a long time ago) and headed to the nearest bus station, with no warning to even his bestest friends, because he figured he wouldn't be able to say bye without begging them to come with him (and getting their parents quite angry at him if they agreed), or without changing his mind. In fact, the only people who got much of a goodbye were his parents, and even they just got a note taped to the door. 'Exploring. Be back eventually...' But to be fair, he'd given them as much as he knew of what he was doing. All he had figured out was that his town was too small and he wanted to see some place else, but he had no idea where that would be or when he'd be done and ready to come back home.

Well, that "some place else" turned out to be as much of the country as he could get to without too much difficulty... meaning, anywhere he could get to by train, bus, taxi, hitchhiking, or... under a mile of walking. Which happened to be quite a lot of places. As for what he did, he did a lot of the same things he'd done everywhere else, and managed to earn money when he needed to and find friends when he needed those and keep himself from ever getting too bored. But three years later, he found himself on a bus stopping right where he'd started out, his old town, and for whatever reason (since he hadn't yet decided he was done with exploring)... he got out there, dragging along that same backpack, as well as the rest of the stuff he'd managed to collect while he was gone. So now he's back, and forced to face quite a few of the people he'd abandoned. His parents, well, they forgave him immediately. But the friends who'd gotten nothing more than the occasional postcard with a random message ('Yesterday I accidentally stole a pair of sunglasses, and today I tried to take them back, only I took them to the wrong store and they looked at me funny. I think that means it's fate that I should keep them.'), or phone call at four in the morning, ('I'm tired, tell me a bed time story?', or 'Once upon a time...' leading to whatever story he wanted to tell them. But either way, with no answers to any questions if he was asked, assuming his friends didn't hang up on him anyway.) So of course, they were all pretty pissed off, and since he'd abandoned them before, they thought that he'd just do it all over again and they chose to ignore him. That was when the problems started - he became terrified and upset about the whole situation and the only salution he could think of what to get their sympathy. But how? Eventually he found the answer at a tip of a blade. He always cut himself where other people could see, like his arms, and he would wear T-shirts to make it even more obvious. This didn't help at all, because his old friends knew exactly what he was doing, and they didn't buy it. The cutting got worse and worse - until he ended up in hospital. His parents tried to stop him themselves, but when they couldn't, they sent him here...

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