PHEARSON, JOEY Nov 15, 2012 7:58:34 GMT -5
Post by Joey Phearson on Nov 15, 2012 7:58:34 GMT -5
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Basic Subject Information
SUBJECT NAME: Joseph Carter Phearson
KNOWN ALIAS: Joey, Mr. Grumpypants
Psychological Evaluation and Background
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: He’s never expressed any interest in love. If someone took a liking to him, however, he would easily be dragged into a relationship with either gender.
He's a quiet, withdrawn person, practically immune to loneliness. It's not that Joey's afraid of people, or even nervous around them; he just doesn’t understand them very well. He doesn’t pick up very well on nonverbal cues, and never quite got down the do's and don’ts of polite conversation. Even speech has to be very straightforward; sarcasm or insinuations don't always register. Because of this, often he gives up on trying to socialize, particularly since the benefits aren’t that valuable to him.
Joey doesn’t always realize he’s the one being awkward; he blames other people for being hard to understand. He’s even less likely to recognize his other flaws. In particular, it would be very rare for him to admit he was wrong about something. He’s observant, analytical, and very bright, and his awareness of this often makes him arrogant.
Joey needs his mind to stay occupied, though that usually isn't a problem. He's a very curious fellow who loves to learn and try new things. He is not quick to grow bored of these things, either, and will enthusiastically venture far into any field. Never once has he given up on a subject because it was difficult to understand. On the rare occasion he finds something that can't hold his interest, he will be very reluctant to have anything to do with it. This often leads to him being lazy about things such as mundane work that requires little brain effort.
This can actually lead to him being rather talkative. If his distant, antisocial demeanor doesn’t deter you from talking to him, he may actually try conversing. This will almost always lead to him rambling on something on some topic he’s obsessed over at some point in time. Facts and trivia are so fascinating to him, it’s hard to grasp that many people don’t feel that way. That they might find this tiresome, or even get annoyed with his supposed showing off. He’ll let you get in on the discussion, of course, but his enthusiasm makes him almost blind to any signs that you’re bored or irritated. He’s not likely to shut up unless you tell him very firmly to do so. At which point, he will be very confused as to why you weren’t enjoying the collection of new knowledge.
For such an enthusiastic guy, Joey doesn’t laugh very much. Largely this is because his mind works so seriously and realistically. Jokes just have too much ‘wrong’ with them. They hinge too much on things like plays on words or stories in which a character is an insufferable idiot. Nor is he likely to laugh at someone’s mistakes or misfortunes. There’s nothing funny about almost hurting yourself. Stupid things you say or do, on the other hand, are...well, stupid. These mistakes aren’t entertaining, they are something that need to be fixed. On occasion he may attempt humor, because eventually he did notice that people seem to like funny people. This often comes out awkward, forced, or ill-timed.
It’s easy to assume he is very serious in every aspect. Truth is, he’s not at all above imaginary things. He can even be accepting of fantasy, if done right. Indeed, Joey has been known to get just as interested in mythologies and fantasy worlds as he is in the real world. It’s just important that that distinction is made.
This bit of sentimentality is also expressed in the fact that he honestly does care about people. Even the unbearably stupid ones. When he can recognize it, a person’s suffering affects him deeply. Even small hurts he takes very seriously, and desires to help a person stop suffering. And it is for this reason that he avoids giving emotional support. Joey has noticed that he’s very bad at comforting people. He never was one to lie to make people feel better. And since his outlook is realistic to the point of pessimism, he usually just makes people feel worse about whatever is upsetting them.
Emotional outpourings terrify him anyway. Joey has emotions, naturally, but he’s skilled at keeping them under control. So it’s more than confusing when someone seems to live their life based on feelings instead of their brain. He just doesn’t know what to make of such counterproductive behavior. Of course, this means he usually won’t acknowledge his negative emotions, and doesn’t realize there are consequences to that.
He’s a pushover. As the youngest of four children, he got used to simply following his siblings. It’s not that they bossed him around, or at least they usually didn’t. They just had more experience, and he was already a follower by nature. And then other people came along, people who did take advantage of his meekness. It’s how things have always been, and trying to become more assertive just doesn’t feel right. He might whine a great deal about it, sure, but Joey is easily ordered around.
Joey grew up as the kid with no friends. Out in the world – which is to say, mostly at school – he was usually on his own. There were the few peers he would chatter with out of shared interests, or the occasional student who thought they out to help that poor loner kid. But time with a particular individual never lasted very long, or occurred in starts and stops. The ones he shared interests with would get tired of him, or vice versa. The philanthropist ones got frustrated because he never helped them help him.
This seemed to bother people. Apparently there was some sort of happiness Joey was missing out on, and they were trying to bestow it upon him. Joey, however, was perfectly happy with his ‘problem’ and had no desire to fix it. He was fine with or without the camaraderie of his classmates. Given how confusing they were, he usually didn’t any particular benefits to trying to get along with them. School was for learning, and he did so with much enthusiasm.
Home was the best place for companionship anyway. He had three sisters, and by sheer exposure, he could at least partway figure out how to behave around and interact with them. This came easiest to Hallie, the eldest, the quiet but thoughtful one. She took it upon herself to ensure that Joey was never left out, or that his oddities didn’t make him feel alienated.
Elysia was an interesting show of his lack of sentimentality. Once it was explained to him that she was adopted, he never would refer to her as his actual sister, and often corrected anyone who did. It was not the correct term, and he didn’t see it as any detriment to their relationship if he didn’t pretend it was. Instead he usually referred to her as his best friend, not because she was his favorite sister, but because he didn’t see ‘friend’ as a word that could be used on actual family – his biological sisters, for example.
Honestly, he thought no less of El for not being his true sister. As a person he lived with, he actually made attempts to get to know her, even learning to speak Japanese like her. Never mind that he already spoke three languages, like the rest of the family. He was fascinated by El’s native language, and eagerly learned to speak it. It was his own personal way of connecting with her.
And then there was Rachel, who was a little harder to get along with. Joey sometimes sensed something was wrong, but he never could fully recognize that the poor girl was jealous. Hallie was the oldest, Joey was the ‘baby’ of the family, and Elysia was the special orphan brought in by their mother. It was easy for Rachel to feel overlooked, and sometimes she just had to take it out on her siblings. Joey’s main difficulty was that he couldn’t easily tell what mood she was in. He figured it was best to give her space when she was upset and be friendly when she was okay; but executing that plan often resulted in him avoiding her when she was fine or attempting to connect with her when she was annoyed.
He was fifteen when he and his sisters discovered that they could shift. It wasn’t much of a shock; if anything, it was only surprising this hadn’t happened sooner, since their mother was a shifter. This was yet another reason why home was best for companionship. Out in the world, one couldn’t discuss such abilities, no matter how thrilling they were. He saved that for the confines of the estate, where he and his sisters were free to roam about in their canine forms.
They found out too late that even home wasn’t safe. UNIT came when their father was away, presumably to make capture easier; but if that was the case, they should have worried more about Clarece. Despite being a small fox in one form and a rather unintimidating woman in the other, she held off the invaders much longer than one might expect. Eventually she had to be killed rather than captured. After that, her stunned children went without a fight.
Joey was released into the dome after only a brief time in the labs. Since it seemed the best chance at survival, he joined up with the first ring he encountered, which happened to be Carna. The protection and provisions were indeed beneficial, but he didn’t exactly enjoy his time there. It wasn’t horrible, particularly given the close-knit culture; but he got pushed around often, or accidentally angered a tribemate with his oddities.
And then he was taken a second time. This was worse than the first; by the time the scientists were done with him, he was a rather clumsy mixture of his two forms, unable to switch between them. Once released, he knew better than to go back to Carnaring. So he went where he was most likely to be accepted, the nascent Nakoma tribe he’d heard about. There he found not only a new family, but some of his older one.
Physical attributes and characteristics
WEIGHT: 147 lbs
BODY BUILD: Rangy, scrawny, not a lot of muscle
HAIR: Much like his former fur, Joey's hair is quite a mix, peppered with grey, white, and black, with rusty red around his ears. The hair itself is thick, flat, and rather rough.
SKIN/FUR COLOR: Just an average complexion for a Caucasian.
MUTATIONS: Outwardly, there aren't a lot of changes. He's taken on the large, pointed ears of his former shift, as well as its bushy tail. His hair and eyes have taken on coyote-like colors. Such things are no problem to deal with; unfortunately, the testing had a major impact on his mind. Joey has adopted several behaviors and mannerisms of a coyote.
ABILITY: Hearing and scent
APPAREL: Striped t-shirt, tan cargo shorts, sneakers.
ANYTHING EXTRA: None.
PARENTS: Jeremy Phearson, alive, non-shifter; Clarece Phearson, deceased, Fennec Fox shifter
SIBLINGS: Rachel Phearson, living, Italian wolf shifter; Hallie Phearson, living, red fox shifter; Elysia Phearson, living, fennec fox shifter
BIRTHPLACE: Berkeley, California, U.S.A.
BLOODLINES: French, Irish, Italian
Who are you?
OOC NAME: Fuleao[/size]
OTHER ACCOUNTS: Yes.
HOW'D YOU FIND US?: I HAD A CHIP INSTALLED LAST TIME I TOOK YOU TO THE VET.