Name: Twig
Age: Appears 22
Gender: Male
Species: Tree Frog
Height: 5'9" / 175 cm
Occupation: Exotic Dancer
Orientation: Bisexual (Leaning heavily toward men)
Manly has never been a word used to describe Twig. While he definitely wouldn't pass as a female when speaking to him, he could
likely pass if he dressed the part. Ever since he was a child, his father always scolded him for being so feminine and pushed him to
go into sports. He tried football, hockey, basketball, and baseball to no avail. The sports he did love (Swimming/diving, tennis,
track) weren't inherently "manly," but they were sports, so it silenced his father's nagging. It was when he told his father that he
needed money for dance shoes that the true divide was put between them.
Constant streams of hateful and derogatory statements followed Twig wherever he went at home, so he threw himself into his
extra-curricular activities. He started going out for musicals, plays, cheer leading, and dance squad. He did wonderfully in all of
them and he wished so badly that he could have someone be proud of him and his excellent performances. But his father would have a
fit if he knew Twig had been involved with all of these "bitch sports." Twig knew he'd have to keep all of this a secret from his
father to be able to continue to have a roof over his head.
Unfortunately, his talent preceded him and his father got wind of what he was up to in his hours away from home every night. The
beating Twig received when he returned home was fierce; he cried out and begged his father to stop over and over, terrified that he'd
die here at the hands of his dad. When his fists stopped, the shouting continued. He yelled and yelled until Twig gathered what he could of his things and scrambled out of the door. He heard his father still yelling and throwing things in the house, saying he didn't ask for a "faggot son."
Twig didn't make it far before collapsing on the ground with his backpack and duffel-bag of belongings. He cried. Cried for the years
of trying to conform to his father's desires, for having been hurt so many times, for all of the hurtful words his father said to
him, for the death of his mother (which he had long-since put out of his mind), for being born this way instead of the way he would
have had to have been to receive his father's love. He wept until there were no more tears to shed, then he got up and moved on.
That was when he started stripping, at the ripe age of seventeen. It was the only job he knew how to do that would take him how he
was: as a homeless high-school drop out. He quickly became a scene favourite, earning hundreds of dollars a week. Soon, he was set
up in an apartment by himself and off to school again, though he got his GED and began going to college. Student by day, stripper by
night. He frequently joked with some of his new friends that his life would make a great TV series.
In his free time, he studied magic, learning how to alter his own size as well as the size of others. His first act was to find his
father again. He hunted him down, shrunk him down and stomped him to death under his foot.
That was the first day Twig felt okay in years. He swore that he'd do everything for himself from then on and never let anyone change
who he was.
(A character of
MixedMythos. See that list for a smidge more world/species information)