|Patrick is (elfen) wrote,|
@ 2013-03-16 03:28:00
Are you 18 or over?: Yep!
Character: Patrick D. Gunster
Employment: Forest Ranger
Journal name: elfen
Character Age: 21-23, depending on how you look at it.
Character Played By: Austin Butler
Character History and Personality:
Patrick Deacon Gunster was born without fanfare. The youngest child of a strange home, he was oblivious to all the oddities of both family and town. He was a happy baby, prone to giggles and smiles, but that wasn't enough to keep his mom home. That was hardly a hardship for small Patrick, as he didn't remember the woman who labored to give birth to him, and he didn't remember the secret she'd hidden before she'd gone. He had his sister, who smiled down on him in his mother's stead, and he sometimes had his father, eccentric though he was.
Life was equal parts science museums and scientific wonder, equal parts absentmindedness and a tendency to forget that children required meals. But Connie stepped in, despite being just a child herself, and Patrick never went hungry. In fact, he never wanted for anything, and he thought his dad's scientific mania amazing. The little boy was never very smart, and he learned to couch his lack of intelligence with language. He was well on the way to thinking he could hold his own in a home with very intelligent people, and he was content to be the doofy family member that stared blankly when the Cretaceous Period was discussed.
Little Patrick was in elementary school when Webster Deacon left. Work, Connie said, and Patrick waited at the window for a dad that was more Emmett Brown-meets-Bill Nye than dad. But
And it wasn't bad, not for Patrick. Connie took care of everything. She checked his homework, and she made him brush his teeth, and she made all the chores into a game. Patrick loved his sister.
But, at 15, life changed again, as life must.
Patrick had begun high school, and he found that sports and nature were much more his thing than science and its many possibility. It was a place he fit well, and he played basketball and ran track and he joined the school nature club. He came home daily with stories for Connie, which she listened to as if they were really interesting things, and he started talking about girls more than he had before. But then it happened. The accident.
It was a bad accident. A tragic accident. It was the kind of accident that came on slowly enough that you knew you were going to die. You knew everyone in the car with you was going to die. It was the kind of accident where you had time to wonder why it had to end like this. Bam! Boom! Game over, and no credits left in the machine.
But Patrick woke up.
He woke up, and he was fine, and Connie was fine, and even Patrick couldn't ignore what should've happened. But, when he asked Connie, it was kind of like when small children ask who Santa Claus is; he didn't really want the answer.
Never very smart, Patrick had a really hard time understanding what Connie told him. Webster was somewhere between dimensions, possibly, and she could alter time, and Patrick nodded and didn't ask for any clarifications. He hugged her tightly and, in his simple way, he teased her until she was distracted.
He finished high school, torn between craving normalcy and a new obsession with the passage of time. His bedroom walls were a collage of tree photographs and messy sketches of time machines that he didn't have the scientific knowledge or understanding to ever reproduce. And he wasn't diligent about either of these things. Patrick was woefully unambitious, but he possessed a good heart and he really wanted to do something meaningful with his life. Something that wasn't his perfected flirting and joking around. He'd learned early on in high school that girls liked boys who were charming, and he'd learned charming. He could toss a ball, pitch a tent, joke, and recite a poem, and he could do it all without looking like a complete ass.
But he was lost and floundering and, after two years of community college, Patrick started thinking about what to do with his life. He took some criminology classes, and he thought about law enforcement, but he really did love Repose and the forests and wildlife that had captured his imagination in high school.
When he finally made his choice, it was impulsive. He went east, to learn to be a Ranger, but that didn't quite turn out. Patrick wasn't very good a perseverance, and he was easily distracted by new things. There were fires raging in Yellowstone and the surrounding areas, and a sign hiring fire lookouts caught his attention. He applied, and he was accepted, and he spent a season on a tower in Shoshone National Forest. Every day, he hiked, and he talked to a woman on his radio. He never met her, the woman. At the end of the season, she left. They'd made plans to meet, move in together, grow old on well-weathered rockers, and he'd fallen in love with a voice and a story. It was the first person he really told how he felt, and he was heartbroken when he arrived at her tower to find her gone.
He did some asking around, and he learned that she told every lookout a different story, and Patrick realized he didn't know the woman at all. It was sobering, and he signed up for the off-season. There, he spent the rest of the year revisiting his criminology books. The books distracted him. He tried not to think about her.
He didn't try to find her. Instead, he planned his life. He loved Repose, and his sister was there, and going back felt right.
An impulsive stop by the university in the Capital, where he'd been taking his criminology classes, resulted in an interview at the County PD. Police academy, it turned out, wasn't a requirement for a small town deputy. And so Patrick prepared to return home. He tucked his mounting time travel obsession into his duffel, crammed it alongside a shiny new badge he didn't really earn. As for those memories of a season spent talking to a ghost, those were zipped away in the same place he kept his thoughts of Webster Gunster.
(Patrick will be finding one of these in Webster Gunster's attic once play begins. It allows him to zoom back to important times in a particular room/space. Using it will make his pointy ears appear, but he has no elven magic.)
→ Dad: Webster is a megalomaniac time traveler. Check out Connie's space for details.
→ Mom: Mom's an high-elf from the Shannara Chronicles, specifically. Hit me.