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|| S t a t s ||
.◖Name◗
Stanten Lowry
◖Age◗
22
◖Gender◗
Male (Cis)
◖Species◗
Human
◖Subspecies◗
Werecat? (Bitten)◖Alignment◗
???
◖MBTI◗
INTJ-T
◖Zodiac◗
Virgo
◖Nationality◗
British
◖Sexuality◗
Kinsey 4 (demi?)◖Stat◗
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◖Class◗
Upper
◖Height◗
5'5"
◖Body◗
Lithe
◖Handedness◗
Right
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|| De t a i l s ||
.◖Second Form◗
See field notes
◖Education◗
B.A. Anthropology,
Criminology minor
◖Occupation◗
PhD Student of
Anthropology
◖Mannerisms◗
Scratches scars,
glares, licks teeth.◖Religion◗
Ex-Atheist,
now Agnostic
◖Face◗
Once handsome,
good breeding
◖Hair◗
Curlyish, brunet,
stubbly face
◖Scent◗
Meticulously clean,
soap & fresh linens◖Complexion◗
Soft and pale, where
not horribly scarred
◖Affliction◗
Phantom pain, OCD,
PTSD, Ailuranthropy
◖Eyes◗
Left: A sea-glass blue
Right: Mostly blinded
◖Missing◗
Left pinky, index finger
and left nipple.
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|| B i o g r a p h y ||
Stanten was born into a family of doctors and scientists. His parents were often far from him, leaving him with a rotating cast of nannies to whom he could never really grow accustomed to. When around, his mother hovered over him to a point of suffocation and his father was a malignant narcissist who enforced superiority through verbal abuse. To an outsider, his life seemed utterly perfect. Rich, privileged, educated and pretty, his classmates were unable to pick up on the abuse that ran through primary school to high school. To his credit, though, he was smart as a whip and harder working than he needed to be; Stanten skipped two grades before college and was always on the dean's list during. If emotional intelligence was graded, however, he would have flunked.
When he was 20, Stanten visited Egypt for a school project, tagging along with a group of professional archeologists. [INFORMATION REDACTED] When he came to, he was in the hospital, having been mauled mere inches from his life, body covered in scars, face forever marred, spirit forever changed.
The traumatic event drove a stake into his ego, which was already fragile and teetering on the edge of defensive narcissism. The University psychologists thought it best for him to work on his PhD outside of Edinburgh, where he wouldn't be known as "the trust fund prettyboy who got done over by a cat." Though the experience left him shaken, it forced him to confront the nature of the world around him like he never had before. Without his public image and family status to maintain, Stan has resolved to be a boots-on-the-ground field-experiential anthropologist, dedicating his life to the research and understanding of humanity... and the supernatural creatures who coexist with it.
He is intelligent enough to know that what he's trying to research is bigger than he could've ever imagined, but he needs to learn that all the academic prowess in the world could never replace street smarts. Hopefully, he won't have to learn the hard way.
He's noticeably pompous, more than a little misanthropic, insecurely narcissistic and bitingly witty with the capacity for severe cruelty. But more than anything, he's a scared, curious boy who is finally growing up, though the circumstances are bizarre. He has a heart of gold, really! It's just been dented with a mallet a few times.
