Post by LAYNE WINTHROP on Dec 20, 2011 20:20:01 GMT -5
WINTHROP, layne
I NEEDED YOU. YOU DIDN'T NEED ME.
FULL NAME;; Layne Davis Winthrop
AGE;; Fifteen
HOUSE;; Kanto
GENDER;; Male
ORIENTATION;; Pansexual
HOMETOWN;; Lavender Town, Kanto
JOB;; Student -- no part time job
PONYTA
TACKLE, FIRE SPIN, INFERNO, GROWL
skittish, submissive, accepting, loyal, lovable, soft-spoken, accident-prone, pushover, fearful, dependent
Layne was born into a strict, upper class family in Lavender Town, Kanto. From day one, he was filled with responsibilities that seemed almost impossible to do. He was taught everything, from how to set a table correctly to how to play the piano. They never let him play anything other than classical music. His parents wouldn't even allow him to learn Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. He didn't have any freedom during the day, yet he could always find comfort in his dreams.
They all started when he was four. Many times, he would relive the tiring day from before, yet things would change. Half way through the day, a horse with a flaming mane and tail would enter his house, blocking the path between himself and his parents. The Ponyta would all but drag the young child out of the house and into the wilderness. There, the pair would play until the horizon covered the dreamworld's sun. He would then wake up to see the sun just beginning to rise back above the horizon.
As the years passed, his schedule grew thicker and thicker. His father, the one who made his family who they were, decided to put Layne's piano skills to the test, setting him up for recitals and auditions. He sometimes wouldn't get home until the witching hour, sometimes even later. The boy's time in the dream world was cut down severely. On his tenth birthday, his father was out of town, missing the whole party. His mother, on the otherhand, was relieved. She cut the party short, telling Oliver it was time to go to bed. Early. He didn't object, going straight up to his room and collapsing on his bed.
The dreams flowed into his mind, though he started out in his room than in the living room this time. The child looked around the clearing he was in, only to see nothing. It was dark out, the only light coming from the full moon high in the sky. A deafening silence fell over the clearing until the soft crunch of hooves on grass broke it, and the soft, comforting glow of the Ponyta's mane and tail formed off in the distance. The glow traveled closer, slowly at first. Then the speed started to pick up, all the way to where the Ponyta was galloping at its full speed. Layne was terrified, to say the least, though he stood in his spot, frozen in fear. Just before the Ponyta ran into him, the dream scattered, leaving the boy to jolt awake in a cold sweat. Pain engulfed his body, and he let out a scream in pain, rolling off his bed and on to the floor.
His mother came rushing in, only to find her child's body slowly and rather painfully shifting. Bones snapped and reformed, hands and feet turned to hooves, and his clothes disappearing as his body turned cream with fur. Two ears sprouted from his head, and his face grew longer and more horse-like. Withing moments, the transformation was finished, leaving a young colt of a Ponyta shaking on the floor. His mane and tail were the only thing missing. Her mother simply stared at him for a few minutes before leaving, returning with a bowl of water. She placed it before what once was her son, allowing him to drink from the bowl. His mother sat down next to him, staring at the boy some more in wonder. Ponyta were her favorite Pokemon, after all.
An hour passed, and flames sprouted from the boy's head, neck, and hind quarters. Now he didn't look so awkward as his mane and tail grew in. Not knowing how to shift back, he stayed there on the floor for a few more hours. As the clock struck midnight, his mother stood up. She bent down, placing her hands under the colt, and gently pulled him up. Layne stumbled a few times, completely unused to the extra pair of legs, before standing very awkwardly in the middle of his room. Picture a newborn Bambi, just with a flaming mane and tail, and you half how Layne was standing. She guided him over to his bed, picking him up and placing him on the mattress. Once she was sure he wouldn't burn anything, she left him to sleep.
His dreams were still of the Ponyta, though he could actually understand it now. The Ponyta of his dreams forced him to shift, even in his dreams, in order to teach him the basics of being a Ponyta. Things seemed... Normal the rest of that night.
But, it ended all too soon. His father came home the next morning, and his first destination was his son's room. When the door flung open, his father caught Layne in the middle of shifting back into his original form. (Let's just turn the rest of this into a summery, okay?) The next three years were filled with abuse. His father didn't take the change all too well, and his anger was directed at the boy. The man started coming home from stressful business trips drunk, using it as an 'excuse' for child abuse. Some of the man's anger even went towards his mother whenever she tried to stop him. The beatings got so bad that his father even took a broken vodka bottle and slammed it into the boy's head. These beatings are why he wears bandages over part of his head, an eye, his wrists, and his ankles. He is afraid of how they'll look, afraid of the memories that come with them, and afraid of how others will react to them.
It wasn't until his thirteenth birthday that his mother couldn't take it anymore. Divorcing from his father, she took the boy and fled. Only a few months after getting an apartment, she enrolled him in Avalon Academy, allowing him to go to school there without fear of his father's wrath.
They all started when he was four. Many times, he would relive the tiring day from before, yet things would change. Half way through the day, a horse with a flaming mane and tail would enter his house, blocking the path between himself and his parents. The Ponyta would all but drag the young child out of the house and into the wilderness. There, the pair would play until the horizon covered the dreamworld's sun. He would then wake up to see the sun just beginning to rise back above the horizon.
As the years passed, his schedule grew thicker and thicker. His father, the one who made his family who they were, decided to put Layne's piano skills to the test, setting him up for recitals and auditions. He sometimes wouldn't get home until the witching hour, sometimes even later. The boy's time in the dream world was cut down severely. On his tenth birthday, his father was out of town, missing the whole party. His mother, on the otherhand, was relieved. She cut the party short, telling Oliver it was time to go to bed. Early. He didn't object, going straight up to his room and collapsing on his bed.
The dreams flowed into his mind, though he started out in his room than in the living room this time. The child looked around the clearing he was in, only to see nothing. It was dark out, the only light coming from the full moon high in the sky. A deafening silence fell over the clearing until the soft crunch of hooves on grass broke it, and the soft, comforting glow of the Ponyta's mane and tail formed off in the distance. The glow traveled closer, slowly at first. Then the speed started to pick up, all the way to where the Ponyta was galloping at its full speed. Layne was terrified, to say the least, though he stood in his spot, frozen in fear. Just before the Ponyta ran into him, the dream scattered, leaving the boy to jolt awake in a cold sweat. Pain engulfed his body, and he let out a scream in pain, rolling off his bed and on to the floor.
His mother came rushing in, only to find her child's body slowly and rather painfully shifting. Bones snapped and reformed, hands and feet turned to hooves, and his clothes disappearing as his body turned cream with fur. Two ears sprouted from his head, and his face grew longer and more horse-like. Withing moments, the transformation was finished, leaving a young colt of a Ponyta shaking on the floor. His mane and tail were the only thing missing. Her mother simply stared at him for a few minutes before leaving, returning with a bowl of water. She placed it before what once was her son, allowing him to drink from the bowl. His mother sat down next to him, staring at the boy some more in wonder. Ponyta were her favorite Pokemon, after all.
An hour passed, and flames sprouted from the boy's head, neck, and hind quarters. Now he didn't look so awkward as his mane and tail grew in. Not knowing how to shift back, he stayed there on the floor for a few more hours. As the clock struck midnight, his mother stood up. She bent down, placing her hands under the colt, and gently pulled him up. Layne stumbled a few times, completely unused to the extra pair of legs, before standing very awkwardly in the middle of his room. Picture a newborn Bambi, just with a flaming mane and tail, and you half how Layne was standing. She guided him over to his bed, picking him up and placing him on the mattress. Once she was sure he wouldn't burn anything, she left him to sleep.
His dreams were still of the Ponyta, though he could actually understand it now. The Ponyta of his dreams forced him to shift, even in his dreams, in order to teach him the basics of being a Ponyta. Things seemed... Normal the rest of that night.
But, it ended all too soon. His father came home the next morning, and his first destination was his son's room. When the door flung open, his father caught Layne in the middle of shifting back into his original form. (Let's just turn the rest of this into a summery, okay?) The next three years were filled with abuse. His father didn't take the change all too well, and his anger was directed at the boy. The man started coming home from stressful business trips drunk, using it as an 'excuse' for child abuse. Some of the man's anger even went towards his mother whenever she tried to stop him. The beatings got so bad that his father even took a broken vodka bottle and slammed it into the boy's head. These beatings are why he wears bandages over part of his head, an eye, his wrists, and his ankles. He is afraid of how they'll look, afraid of the memories that come with them, and afraid of how others will react to them.
It wasn't until his thirteenth birthday that his mother couldn't take it anymore. Divorcing from his father, she took the boy and fled. Only a few months after getting an apartment, she enrolled him in Avalon Academy, allowing him to go to school there without fear of his father's wrath.
CLAIM;; [b]VOCALOID3[/b] • OLIVER • layne winthrop
HOW DID YOU FIND US?;; I was bring a site ninja on some site I can't remember...
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