Name: Atticus Wyatt Gwin↳ Att[y], Kit, TiAge: Twenty↳ Born; December 21st Sexuality: Clueless↳ No experienceAppearance:
Height: 5’10”Eye Color: Photo ⤴Hair Color: BrunetteFaceclaim: Robbie WadgeMarkings: A birthmark on his collarbone that is rather private. Atticus might be considered shy, but being shy and being quiet are two very different things. You can be both, but that doesn’t make them the same. So we’ll stick to calling the man quiet. He lives in solitude, alone out in the wilderness without someone by his side, and doesn’t get visitors very often. Most people don’t even know he’s there, and because he still has a difficult time with his … abilities, Atticus likes it that way. However, if someone stumbles by in need of help he won’t hesitate to invite them in; even if the lack of people is good for him sometimes it can still be rather lonely. He’s a good guy with a past that he’d rather forget. When he was young – er – he was still having a hard time controlling himself and instead of getting better it only ever seemed to get worse. To say the least it caused him, and the people around him, a lot of pain, and eventually there came a point where he lost someone very important to him. Distraught, Atticus fled, finding himself chilled and with nowhere to go. He hitch hiked his way around in the cold of winter with nothing but a soaked pain of shoes and the clothes on his back. He’d gotten rid of everything that connected him back to his old life, and later came across this town. The cottage was a lucky find and soon he inhabited it. No one ever claimed it as theirs, so it’s his now.
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