HOLLINS, tsumi wrath

[TSUMI WRATH HOLLINS]

INTRODUCING MR TSUMI WRATH HOLLINS


"Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies,
While deep inside you're bleeding!"

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Hello! My name is SYLLVIE. I've been on this planet for almost seventent years, but I have roughly six-seven years of experience. You may know me from creating this site XD. I have zero other crazies in this place. Thanks for reading my app! Oh, yeah, the secret word is I made this site, I don't have to put it.

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Full Name -- Tsumi Wrath Hollins
Nickname -- Sin
Age -- Seventeen
Date of Birth -- December first
Gender -- Male
Sexual Orientation -- Pansexual
Level -- Two
Custom Title -- Bipolor Disorder, Self-abuse
Face Claim -- Sam Koster

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Likes -- + Animals(mainly dogs and rats)
+ Blood
+ All cameras, new or old
+ Figuring out how to work a camera without reading the manual
+ Guitar
+ Drawing
+ Nature
+ Taking pictures of everything he sees
+ Mildly sweet foods and very spicey foods
+ Keeping to himself
+ Taking walks by himself
+ Spending time with his pet
+ Walking his pet
+ Blending in with the crowd, going unnoticed
+ Trying new things
+ Adventures
Dislikes -- - Authority
- Being bossed around
- Breaking/losing his cameras
- Taking bad pictures
- Overly sweet foods(likes dark chocolate, but doesn't like milk chocolate or icing, things like that)
- Animal abusers
- "Know-it-alls" who try to tell him what is and isn't right
- Being critisized(constructive criticism is one thing, but he doesn't like flat-out insults)
- Not too fond of cats, though will deal with one if he has to
- Crowds
- Standing out
- Overly talkitive/overly joyful people
Fears -- * Spiders
* Death
* Happiness
Strengths -- * Smart
* A little quirky once someone gets to know him
* Can hold his own in a fight
Weaknesses -- * Cold at first
* Very shy
* Tries to stay away from people
Habits -- * His eyes area always cold
* He tends to play with his tongue ring a lot
* His "quirkiness" is his sarcasm and dark jokes(once someone knows him)
Secrets -- * His entire history
* "I'm afraid to be happy, because I've never known happiness" <--- Tsumi said this
Goals -- * Overcome his fears
* Be able to live happily
Overall Personality --

Long ago, before he was first adopted, little Tsu was a sweetheart. He was laughing, playing, adoring everyone, and being adored by everyone. He hated to see anyone upset or cry, and especially hated having to tell people certain things that might hurt them. He was always bashful, and humble, and tried very hard to please everyone. He was what everyone wanted. A sweet, innocent little angel with a bright smile and a happy outlook.

Ain't it funny how being abused can change a person, make them go completely one-eighty?

After experiencing what he has, he is cold to anyone he meets. Tsumi does not trust anyone, and for good reason. He will very openly tell someone to suck it, or to fuck off, or anything else similar to that. You're lucky if you get something else. You're probably one in a million if you get kind Tsumi. As already stated, Tsumi doesn't trust a soul in the world. None of his so-called friends know anything about him. None of them can understand why he won't explain anything, or tell them what's wrong, but that's how he wants it. Distance.

If you asked, he'd sum up his personality in one word: "Bipolar." A whirwind of ups and downs, smiles and frowns. He's one person you don't want to mess with, and yet at the same time the person you can tell all your secrets to and laugh with.

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Hair -- Light, dirty blonde, straight. Front part is a little below his chin, angling down from his eyebrows in front of his face. The very back is below his shoulders and stands at any and every angle.
Eyes -- Cold, icey blue
Body Shape -- Average height, well-muscled, though not a body-builder.
Height -- Six feet
Weight -- One hundred thirty pounds.
Overall Appearance --

Standing fairly tall, Tsumi is about six feet. Not the tallest, but still tall. He has a slender body, with muscles that show nicely beneath his pale skin. He has dirty blonde hair, though he often dyes it. Most recent color is black, though the roots are beginning to show thanks to the institute not allowing any of that "freedom" stuff. Tsumi's hair is kept straight, cut in almost a "mullet" type hairstyle. He has cold blue eyes, which stare with contempt at everyone and everything. The boy's body is nothing to brag about, but is certainly better than a scrawny little guy. He does enough weight-lifting to keep himself fit, but not enough to look strange. The muscles pretty much add up to around a hundred and thirty pounds, give or take. He has snakebites, a tongue piercing, and gauged ears. All of which he hides from the staff at White Mountain CI. All in all, Tsumi is a good-looking young male, with a more "emo" style.

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Birthplace -- Sydney
Ethnicity -- Australian
Race -- Caucasian
Marital Status -- Single, not particularly looking.
Overall History --

You could hear the loud screams from across the country as two, beautiful babies were born, both screaming with perfect lungs, amazing heart beats, and completley healthy. One was a boy, the other a girl. They were the result of Joshua and Amy Grant, a young Australian couple who decided on a shot gun wedding. Amy was only sixteen, while Joshua was nearly nineteen. It was pretty much "Marry her or we'll sue" with Amy's parents. They didn't know they were having twins, though. It was uncommon, but somehow, Tsumi had gone unnoticed in the womb.

Joshua and Amy both loved the Japanese culture and the language, and their children were named Japanese names. They didn't want a boy. In fact, Amy almost cried in frustration when they first brought the second-born child, a boy. She practically through him back at the doctor and waited impatiently for her first-born, a girl they named Takara, meaning "treasure." The doctors asked the couple many times for a name for their baby boy, but many times they recieved none.

Eventually, Joshua called his son a sin. Which brought on the name of Tsumi, the japanese word for "sin." They thought about his middle name, and eventually they thought about the seven deadly sins. They decided on "wrath" since it seemed to fit. His name was now Tsumi Wrath, according to the birth cirtificate. Nobody really wanted to see Amy and Joshua leave with the girl, but they were powerless. Now, their focus was on the little blue-eyed boy with the terrible name that soon became his life.

Tsumi Wrath grew up in a children's home, since Australia lacked actual "orphanages", with many kids to dance and play with, to laugh with, to say goodbye to when they found their homes. Tsumi was happy. He loved it. All the kids. And his naive outlook on life suited him for the time being.

Until he got adopted the first time. They were an okay couple, nothing to particularly brag about on paper. They didn't seem bad. The woman, Elenor, and the man, Kalob, had a daughter name Jenine. Elenor wanted a son, though she was obviously happy with her daughter. Tsumi was only a year older than Jenine - he was five at this time. He and Jenine soon became cose, best friends you could say. They did everything together. Played video games, played with their stuffed animals. They were even in the same kindergarden class together.

But there was something they didn't do together, something that even now Tsumi refuses to allow anyone to know about. He doesn't like thinking about it, because it makes him feel weak. It started off like this.

Jenine's grandpa - oh, wait, I'm supposed to call him Papa Miller - walked out of his room at the same time I did. Jenine was sleeping. I was up because I was hungry. We bumped into each other in the skinny hallway.

"Tsu Tsu, what are you doing awake?" Papa Miller asked, using his usual nickname for me.

I gave him my biggest, most brilliant smile. "I wa hungry, Papa Miller. Ele- um, I mean Mommy said could get a snack if I got hungry at night." I told him.

Papa Miller laughed quietly, his tanned face a wide grin, showing me white teeth. "Well, I was kind of lonely. I was gonna watch a movie. How about you get some food and then come lay down with me?" Papa suggested.

At the time, it seemed so innocent. A simple request. I realize now I was wrong.

But I smiled, my chubby, innocent face beaming. "Yes, sir!" I giggling, running quietly on small feet to the kitchen. I got four cookies, two for me and two for Papa Miller. I poured us both glasses of milk and scampered out of the kitchen, careful not to spill. Kalob hated messes. He would slap me with his knuckles everytime I made a mess, so I was careful. I learned to be careful when I had a black eye at school, and they got really worried. Kalob had told me before not to tell anyone, so I lied.

I got really good at lying.

Anyway, I went into Papa Miller's room. We watched a movie that he told me I shouldn't be watching, but he was gonna let me anyway. My pajama pants felt really funny, and so did my no-no place. When I asked Papa Miller about it, he said his was, too. He told me to touch his no-no place, which made me giggle, but I said no because I was shy.

He asked if I could touch mine, and even though I was shy, I laid back and let him.

I did that for the next to years, let Papa Miller touch me like that. Some days I asked. I never told anyone. He told me not to. And I was a good boy.

Two years of living with this family, - he was seven now - Tsumi had to be taken back. No one ever found out about his Papa Miller, but he was put back in the orphanage because it was found out that Elenor was heavy on Meth and drinking, and Kalob was abusive. Jenine was given to her relatives, but they wouldn't take Tsumi, since he wasn't blood.

At eight, Tsumi was again adopted, this time to a gay couple who wanted children. They said they chose Tsumi because of his happy outlook, and because he was always smiling. The two were named Philip and Tyler. Philip liked to dress in feminine clothing, and he would sometimes bring Tsumi in to dress like a girl. He hated dressing like a girl. Otherwise, he loved Philip and Tyler.

He especially loved the parties they liked to throw. The whole she-bang. Date-rape drugs, plenty of weed, x, everything. Tsumi hated the alcohol, though. It changed Tyler. It made him angry. Tsumi didn't blame him. When he tasted it, it was disgusting. It would make him angry, too, if he was always drinking it.

"Daddy Tyler..." I whimpered. My second family, Philip and Tyler, were throwing another party. Someone had given me this weird white powder and they told me to smoke it, so I did, and then they put a needle in my arm and injected this weird liquid. And now I felt sick and light-headed. I felt like I was dying.

Tyler picked me up and threw me back on the ground, where I yelped, my head hitting the hard-wood floor painfully. "Shut the hell up, damn it! I'm not your goddamn dad. You ugly piece of shit! You didn't come from these balls. My kid would be a hell of a lot better-looking than you!" Tyler yelled at me, then spat in my face.

No one helped me. In fact, most of them laughed and then proceded to kick me in my ribs. They didn't have to worry about getting in trouble with the school. I was homeschooled.

Smart fucking bastards.

Living with them changed me. I noticed that I was slowly becoming different. When I went out, I wasn't friendly anymore. I was mean. Sometimes, I got so angry that I would do the same thing to people as Tyler did to me. Call them worthless and kick them.

Around ten, I stole a guitar. It was easy to steal. I taught myself how to play, and I realized that I could escape in the sounds. I also started drawing, and I got really good.

Tyler got really drunk one day, and broke my guitar, then burned all my drawings. I think I was eleven. I was crying as he burned everything. They were special.

That night, I found another way to lose myself and feel free.

Pain. I could lose myself in watching the blood run into the drain of the shower. The hot water stung my open wounds, and I would cry. But it felt so good. Seeing that blood drip down my arm. Imagining my worries running along with it. It continued like that for four more years, me getting beaten and bruised, and then slicing up my arms.

The day of my fourteenth birthday, I got the best gift ever. Note the sarcasm.

Philip decided Tyler's sex wasn't good enough, and he took my innocence. Hah. Not that I could say I was innocent anymore, of course. It was another strange thing. It hurt, but it hurt good.

So I thought I was gay. Well, I realized I liked girls, too, because I soon had a girlfriend that I liked a lot. We never did anything except kiss. Maybe that's why she cheated on me after only a month or two.

When I told Philip and Tyler I got dumped, Tyler shugged it off. Philip took me into my room and 'comforted' me. And it was like that for another year. Philip 'comforted' me. He never did say anything about those nasty scars on my arms.

A little before Tsumi's fifteenth birthday, it was found out that Tyler and Philip hosted parties with drugs. Other than that, they knew nothing of what went on. Their only hint was that suddenly, their adorable little Sunshine, was now their evil little Sinner.

Quite literally. He lost all faith in God, and turned to Satan. According the Bible, he was gonna go to Hell anyway for fucking men. Why not go ahead and go all the way? A little after Tsumi's fifteenth birthday, he was adopted by Jenkins and Holly Hollins. They were a spontaneous couple, and even Tsumi found he couldn't give them death glares all the time, because he was too busy trying to figue them out.

They tried to send him to different correctional facilities, though none worked. He was sixteen when he was sent to New York, where he met Edmund, the only man to have stolen Tsumi's heart.

Bastard got drunk and cheated on Tsumi with some cross-dressing freak, and that sealed the deal. Tsumi's trust was lost in people. Even his saviors, Holly and Jay, who are kinder to him than anyone could possibly dream.

Moving to New Orleans was Tsumi's idea after he turned seventeen. Holly and Jay allowed him to go, while they're still in Arizona. They send him money weekly, and he does odd jobs every now and then. He recently acquired an Akita Inu, Boxer mix he named Sheena.

[DR. SYLLVIE]