TESLA, SUNNY MIKHAEL-ADAM (wip)

[sunny]

SUNNY MIKHAEL-ADAM TESLA !?
'The dark of the alley, the breaking of day, The head while I'm driving, I'm driving. Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale. Feels like you're dying, you're dying. You, your sex is on fire.'

FULL NAME Sunny Mikhael-Adam Tesla; His parents were into the whole non-conformist movement at the time of his gestation, and while actually pinpointing what they were doing at the time that they thought up his name, they can only remember that their particular style sat at some strange, uncomfortable crossroads between goth, hippie, and possibly stoner. Essentially, his name is was just some big 'fuck you' to society from rebellious young parents, and while it wasn't exactly a huge social statement (and he's been teased heavily for it as a child), he has grown to love his bright first name and double middle name; Stories from his parents differ and it tends to take on more weight with the definition throughout his life, and certainly isn't a name they regret when it came to represent him so much.
NICKNAMES Sunny is enough of a nickname as it is. What more could you ask for? He used to like going by the name Mikhael, or Adam, due to the fact that various adults and children alike commented on how feminine the name is, but he's accepted the fact that he's stuck with it. He even quite likes it now, as it's unique. Though perhaps that's just his way of justifying it. Hi s last name is also quite interesting as well. On his mother's side he is ever-so-distantly related to Nikola Tesla, and though the surname had long been married out of the family, his mother decided to keep it once she found her special genealogical link to the inventor. Thinking her surname and connection would benefit his children better, and was all around more interesting than his own, his father took on her last name (in conjunction with his own) and allowed it to pass on to his children. For this reason many people assume his parents are divorced.
AGE 17; A senior in high school, currently.
GENDER Male, or he would hope so.
BIRTHDAY August 3rd, 1994. It'll be a bit before he's considered legal by the state, so the older folks will have to wait.
SPECIES A shapeshifter, and one with a rather unique background; Throughout his father's side of the family, shapeshifting has always been not only a painful task, but a nearly fatal one. It was in their genes, it seemed. Once they got the hang of it, it was fine and fluid, like water changing it's shape and filling the spaces of a glass. But the first time, the time they chose the animal that represented them for the rest of their life, is a violent and extremely painful process, even more so for a werewolf. He is sort of holding off shapeshifting, out of both nervousness and wanting to make the best possible choice.
ALLIANCE Light. He's actually only aware of the existence of shapeshifters and humans, and he assumes werewolves are just an odd breed within them. He's oblivious to the existence of everything else, and being that shpeshifters just, well, turn into animals, he doesn't see why everyone can't just live in peace.
SEXUALITY Homosexual. This is something it's took awhile to come to grips with, and he hasn't told anyone save for a few very close friends and his eldest brother and one of his sisters. He came to the realization after awkwardness concerning sex with ex-girlfriends, and just two or so boyfriends (flings would be a bit word), though he's never called them as such. He's ready to come out of the closet, but for convenience's sake, he had decided to hold off making a huge announcement of it, simply to avoid unneeded hostility. All in all, he's very anxious about how people's reactions An interesting thing about him is that, while he would not detest having sex (in fact, it's a rather common thought of his), he has never felt comfortable talking about it with anyone. He just doesn't know how to handle it, and he'd prefer very intimate, romantic moments over simple casual encounters. He does want to find love.

PLAY-BY Devin Oliver.
EYES Oh, his eyes. Do they stand out, bringing the perfect, boyish compliment to his young, smooth angular face and soft acorn brown hair. They are light blues with a strange amount of depth to them, like a pristine pond sitting, untouched and left a clear, crystaline aquamarine by the harsh mistress known as winter. There is a coldness behind them that doesn't quite serve him or his name well, but his jubileus laughter and heartfelt smiles usually light them up in just the right tones to break through that ice that lines them.
HAIR His length varies, but not by much. Generally it'll always go past his eyebrows, sometimes sweeping in front of those baby blues in light brown strands. His hair is also quite soft, almost always, and naturally straight. He doesn't have very thick hair, and it is not as course as one would expect it to be, making it very hard to style besides the average chin-length hairstyle for men his age. How long it is largely depends on whether he desires to show his ears or not.
BODY TYPE Sunny has an archetypal swimmer's build, a fact he's rather proud of, and horizontally he's quite broad, at least at his shoulders. He's not exactly a linebacker, but he's certainly not your typical male waif. To a smaller guy, his figure is almost imposing, and he would reckon that he wouldn't be terrible if he did attempt a career a football. For his family, however, he's downright tiny, as most of the men of his family a large slabs of muscle. Body-wise, he's your typical teenage athlete, really, even though he isn't really the sporty type. Point is, with his shirt off, he's certainly not going to disappoint anyone.
HEIGHT 6'4"
WEIGHT 170 lbs.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES The thing about Sunny is that really, he's not the type with hunks of metal jutting out of his face or ink running along his flesh. In his appearance, he's simply the usual boy next door type - brown hair, blue eyes, a smile to make your heart melt. The only thing is he's the boy next door, well, grown up. Needless to say, he's found quite attractive by a good many, and most admit his looks matured rather well.
STYLE Practical, and mainstream. Nothing special, really, and if so asked he would put more effort into his style, but he's no Lady Gaga or anything. If it's hot? Tanktops. Cold? Jackets. Most of the time, you'll see him in shirts and blue jeans. Since he's rather wealthy, he has a good supply, but still, he's not nearly as snappy a dresser as he'd like to think he is. He really likes winter clothes though, mainly because he enjoys warmth. Even with his boringly mundane sense of style, he is usually able to pull such a simple wardrobe off.

LIKES At least 10.

• Family, and he believes he'd be nothing if not for his mother and father and siblings' love. It's very important in his life.
  
• Love, or the idea of it which, while he has pined for many, he doesn't feel he has yet to experience completely. He does believe in soulmates, and that he is destined to meet his own.
  
• Displays of affection. He is very affectionate towards people he loves, and he's not afraid to express it, even in public places. He loves nuzzling people, and nipping at their ears or stroking their hair. This generally applied to past girlfriends, as numb as it felt for him it was still in his nature, though the few boys he's gone out with, and subsequently tried to keep these relationships more hush-hush than his others, the feelings are more intense and he's prone to allowing this anyways, regardless of what attention it might gather.
  
• Sports, he used to play Football, in addition to other sports, and believes himself pretty good at it. He's taken a break from them this year, at least until Soccer starts and he plans on getting on that team.
  
• Kindness, and he strives to be very kind, even holding his tongue and keeping level-headed in the most intense of situations. This is generally from his mother, he learned to be polite, learning how to treat people with respect, table etiquette, and proper prosper amongst other things. He's always willing to lend a hand, and he loves to see that his kindness has impacted people, even in the smallest of ways.
  
• Humans, but mind you he doesn't know of any creatures besides humans and shapeshifters, being that he is a bit naive and sheltered, at least mentally. Since there's no way to tell if he's a shapeshifter or human, especially since he has not claimed his animal shape yet, most supernaturals have simply assumed he is another human and not released such infortmation. Regardless, he likes humans just as much as he likes his own kind, and shows no discrimination towards them.
  
• Having something to protect, which ties in to both families and his loves. He likes to know that there's someone in his life worth doing so, and showing that he will stop at nothing to protect them and their interests. Generally non-confrontational, if someone outright threatens someone he loves, he will not be resistant to protect them.
  
• Friendship, which he has with males and females alike, despite his sexuality, and he is quick to separate the two, separating who he likes romantically and who he likes platonically. Since he has yet to come out of the proverbial closet and isn't all too sure he wants to, he's not lacking in bromances even with straight guys, some of which he's been friends with since grade school. He loves hanging out with them.
  
• Socializing in general, not even necessarily with friends, loves, or family. Honestly, it's possible that he can't go an entire day without talking to someone
  
• Goodness, or anything that goes with that, in everything. He looks at life through rose-colored glasses, and believes there's good in everyone to some extent, and does his best to try and lull it out of people.
  

DISLIKES At least 10.

• People who are rude just for the sake of being rude, especially towards others rather than himself. He finds it pathetic, and doesn't think it makes them look good.
  
• Those type of people, rude and very selfish people, not getting what's coming to them.
  
• Shapeshifters and likely other supernaturals who desire to rule over humans. He doesn't understand what makes them better, or why it matters.
  
• Any form of hostility towards anyone he loves. He simply will not tolerate it.
  
• Confrontation, he really doesn't like to deal with people but is willing too if he feels it's justified.
  
• Appearing weak to people, at least emotionally. He attempts to hide any negative emotions, however he is very open with his positive ones.
  
• Rejection; The sort of loyalty and dedication he gives to people he loves makes this so much worse, when they decide they can't return such feelings.
  
• The idea of being publicly shamed/embarrassed, and not being accepted by the various social cliques he is said to belong to (even if he doesn't identify with any one in particular).
  
• Lying. Though he realizes in some situations it may be needed, it honestly does hurt him a little that people would lie to him or feel the need to.
  
• That shifting for him can be so dangerous.
  

STRENGTHS At least 4.

• He's been told he's a good singer, even if he's not entirely comfortable with singing in public.
  
• He has quite a lot of strength, given his build (really, ti's just a bit larger than most guys, mainly with broader, football player-esque shoulders) and general physique, he can intimidate many people. As said, he doesn't like to fight, and he's not skilled at it, but chances are he'd win against most men in Manuka, assuming they are human.
  
• Really kind, so factoring into the statement said above, he probably won't have to fight. In general, he doesn't have a ton of enemies, and he doesn't seek to make many, and there are few things that truly set him off.
  
• The fact that he's a shifter, even with the problems that run into it, and that everyone assumes he's human gives him a certain element of suprise when and if he decides to shift, and he plans to use it.
  

WEAKNESSES At least 4.

• Can't hold alcohol well, he's a bit of a lightweight when it comes right down to it. He doesn't even really like drinking, but he's not exactly straightedge and does indulge every so often. About 3 drinks and he's slurring his words and blurting out things he shouldn't.
  
• Too naive for his own good. Being that he's kind-natured and and not exactly a skeptic, he just believes all people are good on principle, unless he sees some sort of conclusive evidence that proves otherwise, like actually watching them eat a baby or something. Even then, he;d probably still trust them.
  
• The obvious one, that his body has trouble shifting the first couple of times, and how it might kill him. Being that shapeshifter's extra-ordinary abilities all revolve around their nature as a shapeshifter, this makes him human, for all intents and purposes, until he does choose an animal form.
  
• Really uncomfortable speaking about sex, which could possibly make him prone to being harassed, or in general ashamed because of his qualms of discussing such things. He doesn't really like dirty jokes or anything like that, and he'd rather have such things be kept quiet, intimate, and passionate.
  

HABITS At least 3.

• Biting his lip when nervous, though usually in a positive way, or possibly being mischievous or telling a blatant lie. In general he like to do this.
  
• Singing in the shower almost always, or sometimes just humming under his breath when he believes it not to be audible to the people around him.
  
• Rubbing the back of his head, particularly when confused.
  

FEARS At least 3.

• That he'll die during his first shift.
  
• That he'll never find love.
  
• That people will find out he's gay and stop liking him because of it.
  

DESIRES At least 1.

• To finally shift, probably in front of someone he loves, or in front of his family. Essentially, he just needs somebody to be there when it happens, for support; and in case he doesn't survive.
  

SECRETS At least 1.

• That he's gay.
  
• It's not even really a secret to his family, but his friends (who he mostly believes are all human or shapeshifter), but the fact that he hasn't shifted yet - and the reason behind it - isn't something he likes to share with anyone, and he doesn't like to be pressured about it. In a way, he puts
  
• He's never had sex, not technically, anyways. In a way he actually fears it, and it's never really been with the "right" person until recently. He's not exactly the type to simply sleep around - but that might happen, being that he's still young - and really, eh just needs to find the right person to introduce him to the idea of it.
  
• His voice. He's a bit shy about singing in public, though it isn't the same life-and-death fear of say, shifting. He does truly have a good singing voice, and he'd like to show it. He's not too crazy about people listening though, and he's really self-concious about how he sounds.
  

OVERALL
Sunny isn't your typical teenager. He isn't the type to mess with you with cruel jokes, poking fun for just the sake of a laughter, but rather the type to do something like help an old lady across the street. He doesn't care how terribly boring or cliche that sounds either. He doesn't do things for popularity, or to get noticed, or for attention. At the center of the boy's soul is a deep moral fiber and system of ethics. He will always choose what's right over what's most convenient for him. Because of this, Sunny often disregards his own safety, making the safety and contentment of others - especially his family and friends but not exclusive to them by any means - a priority before his own. In general, he just wants everyone to be happy and get along, and he himself cannot be happy until such things are done. It just doesn't feel right.

He isn't suicidal, mind you, he just views himself as a vessel for a voice of greater spiritual growth, just change people's minds and bring smiles to their faces if not by his company than by the company of eachother. Relating to himself, he's not an open book, and has been known to lie (small lies, mind you) to protect his secrets and things he doesn't want people to know, things he's ashamed of and would like to keep hidden. Conforming is something very important to Sunny, as he desires socializing, but only if he can avoid conflict through it, and really without the smiles, laughs, and words of other people his life feels empty and void. He's a boy full of love, so if he doesn't adapt to the norms - No matter how tired and uncomfortable they may make him feel - he's afraid he'll never receive any love back. Because of this, Sunny is nice, even if that's what he genuinely believes is nice, and often he doesn't voice his opinion under the constant effort to not step on anyone's toes and not leave the confines of society

Sunny is a very passionate person, and despite all said he's not afraid to show it. He stands up for his friends, family, his interests and what he feels is right and wrong. Guided by a storng moral compass, he's nto prone to violence and in fact detests it but isn't afraid to use it if need be and if pushed far enough. If it gets a point across, then perhaps that's what needs to be done. Very in tocuh with his emotions, he chooses not to express the negative ones because he doesn't want to push his problems on others, and often internalizes insults because of this. If he can, and if his mind and soul will allow him, he avoids conflict all together, but when directed at someone he loves there's no stopping him.

A spiritual sort of person, he believes in many things: That life goes on after death, the possibility of some sort of God, the possibility of somethign greater than what eh already knows, and true love. Because he has so much optimism, believing people can change and get better, and that there's a bit of good in everyone, this makes him very inclined to believe in thing speople say, even if their motivations are not to his benefit. Combined with all theses aspects, even this isn't enough to define the boy, as he continues to grow and learn about the world, and hopefully his outlook on life isn't changed by the cruel world we live in, that he ahs yet to be completely exposed to.

MOTHER♀ Vriska Iris Tesla, 43, Living. SHIFTED - White-Tailed Deer
FATHER ♂ Silas Ronan Tesla-Drechsler, 42, Living. SHIFTED - Fire Salamander
SIBLINGS (all deceased siblings died due to their initial shifting, with the exception of Aaron Tesla who died due to miscarriage having to do with shifting, while his twin sister survived. It should be noted they have many cousins of simiilar genetic persuasion, but they are not listed here for simplicity's sake. Female children of the Tesla clan tend to live longer and in general have a better shifting survival rate. These are the children they've had over a 25-year period since conceiving Antonie; A little more than one child every two years.)
IN ORDER OF OLDEST TO YOUNGEST:
-♂ Antonie Heinrich Tesla, 25, Living. SHIFTED. - Salt Water Crododile
-♂ Dagan Al Tesla, 22, Living. UNSHIFTED.
-♀ Euryale Viktoria Tesla, 20, Living. SHIFTED. - Black-Backed Jackal
-♀ Catalina Deana Tesla, 19, Deceased. SHIFTED; DIED - was Black Rhino
-♂ Tybalt Aerik Tesla, 18, Living. UNSHIFTED,
---(where Sunny would fit, all children past this point are younger.
-♀ Meredith Tesla, 16, Deceased. SHIFTED; DIED - was Poison Dart Frog
-♂ Galileo Tesla, 14, Deceased. SHIFTED; DIED - was Spotted Hyena
-♂ Hermes Tesla, 13, Deceased. SHIFTED; DIED - was Ring-Tailed Lemur
-♀ Eliza Marie Tesla, 11, Living. UNSHIFTED,
-♂ Aaron Tesla, 9, Deceased. DIED DUE TO SHIFTING-RELATED MISCARRIAGE.
-♀ Alexis Yuri Tesla, 7, Living. UNSHIFTED.
-♀ Nadia Alice Tesla, 5, Living. SHIFTED. - Barn Owl.
-? --- --- Tesla, N/A, Unborn; Currently gestating. UNSHIFTED.

OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE None at the moment, but being that he is nearing 18, that could change when he decides to move out.
ETHNICITY 3rd-generation German-American; Russian ancestry on his mother's side.
WEALTH STATUS Anything short of quite rich would be all humility. With their large family (both living and dead), it helps that they have a sizeable fortune. Due to having such a large family, they can't afford to be modest about their spending and live in a very large house (manor would be a better word) to accommodate themselves.
OVERALL
(essentially a history at different times and from different perspectives, it does overlap in areas, and does all connect.)
HEINRICH DRECHSLER - 1940's to 1980's: HUMBLE BEGINNINGS, THE DISEASE
Stacked wood, cracked from age, forms a cabin in the middle of a forest; Well hidden, it lies at the heart, just as the vastness of the pines above becomes overwhelming and you can feel your sanity slowly rip it's self away in a bloody, fleshy splat from your psyche. Your voice, unheard is lost in the dark blots of forest green that at this point have all seemed to fade into one, and though the wisps of winter's breath chills you to the bone, not a single speck of snow fell upon the acorn-speckled dirt floor. The sky seems an eternal slate gray, with just the faintest of blues within it, and tempests loom over head, and lightning bounces from cloud-to-cloud, almost teasing as if one would come crashing down and set the whole forest alight. This is where their house lies. In the 20's, Germany had been put into economical turmoil by depression, and this house was one of many that simply had lived off the grid. This was the house of the Drechslers, and they lived isolated for many reasons besides that. To the untrained eye of a foreign observer, one would simply think it's one of those odd Eurotrash customs, a sign that they were not as civilized as the great American race. But there were reasons much greater than that, ones that these humans, champions of the mundane who believed they knew all there was to know, could never dream of. The roars of beasts from human bodies signaled what was there in encoded messages, yet not a single one could take a hint.

In the wooden shantyhouse lived a great family, a clan too big for the simple little house, and they were a special case. They were referred to as doppelgängers, skin-thieves and horrid witches, able to shift form fluid. But this was of course believed mostly to be your typical gossip of uneducated peoples, and most of them paid it no heed. Nonetheless, nobody dared to get near to the odd little house. The Drechslers were, of course, shifters. They did change form, and the bestial screams were very real. However, by no means were they the only shifters native to the region, they just happened to be the ones who drew the most attention. You see, the Drechslers had a peculiar...ailment to them, that set them apart from the rest of the animalkin, and was the reason why they were so hush-hush. They had always had more trouble with the process of shifting than others, and their fallen children, horrid fleshy things, were evidence of these things. This cold, this forest, and the way other people looked at them, human, shifter, and what-have-you alike, was not good for their psyches, and food was getting scarcer, even with the successfully-shifted children all settled into their forms and able to gend for themselves. It wasn't enough, and it was too much. They needed to leave before this place killed them, the matriarch decided, and the older men agreed. They made plans to leave on a boat to America, the so-called 'land of oppurtunity', but truth be told they would except any place who's infrastructure wasn't lying in shambles.

One of the youngest men of the clan, and yet the most driven and quick to fill in a leader-ship role, arranged the boating plans, there was Heinrich Drechsler. A young man, he did not see America with so much despair and desperation as his family did, but his heart was full of ambition. From what he had heard - excited little whispers that were a light of hope in impoverished villager's minds - America was all that it claimed to be, and it was why they were moving to America in droves. Being an intelligent young shifter, he sought a life in medicine, and particularly revolutionary science, not just for humans, but for his kind as well. He believed he could have a plan for his particular genetic anomaly, the curse that plagued his family in particular. His English was shoddy, and his plans were vague at best, but bright-eyed, he led his family onto the boats and they set course for the land "of shining sea and amber waves of grain".

They reached course, and as fate would have it, Heinrich was successful, Heinrich fell in love, and Heinrich had children. He bought each of his cousins, his borthers, his uncles and aunts a house of their very own, tucked and nestled between paved streets and the green broadleafed trees of Suburbia. They lived in nice placed now, and his ambitions had come true: All except one. His house was built by himself, built on the roots of an old Juniper Tree and forest of mountain ash, a large house and it was nice. But it echoed back all too familiar to their home in Germany, and despite the way they smiled, they knew that beneath those roots was buried beneath failed shifter-spawn buried beneath widespreading roorts, like wooden fingertips of gaia gently grazing ruddy fleshy little heads, tiny little failures of children tucked inside shoeboxes to keep the pain far away from their mother's hearts. Heinrich had accomplished much, and his sons, the ones who lived were healthy and hardened, and his daughters beautiful and smart as they were elegant, but he had failed to extinguish the threat that would still plague their children. That his vast amount of money could never hope to cure for his heits, knowing his mind would never exist again and they would sit there helpless. Heinrich died happy knowing that they were well-off and they had the tools to raise a family, but in curing them he had failed.

**
SILAS RONAN DRECHSLER & VRISKA IRIS TESLA - 1970's to PRESENT: A NEW FAMILY
Silas was never the obedient child, always rebellious of his father, and always ignoring exactly was sort of morals and values he was trying to imbue into them. In his father's own words even, Silas was a 'good-for-nothing troublemaker, and generally a burden on everyone that wasn't him and whatever two-dollar whore he was currently shacking up with'. His father, however, recognized that such things could only come with the territory; It seemed that any house more than 2 or 3 stories high and anyone with the slightest bit of notability to their name always had a child who's portraits were mostly owed to mugshots. The boy spent most of his time indulging in sweaty fumblings of young flesh-on-flesh, of taught, tight, toned bodies working their ways over eachother in exasperated orgasmic convulsions, a freshly rolled blunt barely hanging between his fingers and occasionally being drawn to his lips, sucking in the sweet, euphoric smoke. Silas' lifestyle was hedonism, and partially, a survival mechanism. He, unlike his brothers or sisters, had a bigger heart to pain, but he had long had to seal it off from whatever means necessary, be it cigar smoke or the sting of a bottle of tequila on his throat. It was simply his way of coping, of trying not to thing to much about the nature of his being; The pain of seeing your own brothers convulse and scream, their flesh contorting into horrific forms and bleeding out and howling, not quite man and not quite beast, and having to do away with the corpse and most of all, having it seem like it was a normal activity, having to bury your own brother. His childhood was fucked, and he was the only one who seemed even vaguely affected. He wasn't as strong-willed as his family, so he was going to indulge until he found nirvana or it killed him, whichever came first.

Slowly but surely, Silas' entire life became one big ode to excess, a magnum opus to greed and gluttony, and he was down a road it seemed he wasn't likely to come back from. He had never played it safe with anything, hell, he was almost entertained by the curveballs life seemed to throw his way, even if they were largely self-inflicted and he had all the money in the world to get himself out of whatever situation he had gotten himself into at the time. Essentially, for the rich child, there were no consequences for anything, so he never took anything seriously. He had unprotected sex, and assured they were on some form of pill he never worried too muc about it. Then he met Vriska.

Vriska was everything his father had taught his daughters not to be; Well-spoken, crude, blunt, beautiful, comfortable with her sexuality, and most of all exciting, god forbid. She was a welcome change of pace from the average bimbos he brought home, even though usually he would proclaim she fell a few cup sizes too short from his usual catch. She was a shifter as well, but she gave what the other girls who were into his type, and had heard the stories didn't - a chase. She ran fingers along the edge of his chin, with words like velvet and she complimented and flirted, but at the end of the day, like a butterfly and net if he wasn't quick enough she would slip right through his fingers. He had found what he wanted; A girl, nay, a woman that was better than him, and that he intended to marry. Of course, she didn't seem to make it easy at first, especially since he decided this was going to happen within the first two weeks of them really meeting eachother. But snickering, she had her own plans.

Vriska and her family, her mother and each mother before her, they had always been quite fertile for shapeshifters, and she was able to bear many children. Her figure voluptuous, and her contours slimming down from a narrow, hourglass middle into a wider-hipped bottom, despite being only sixteen the girl had grown. In her mind, she was ready to settle down, to find her lifemate, whether he really ready or not. She had indentified that in Silas; It wasn't his money, it wasn't his reputation, and it wasn't his good looks. Honestly. she didn't see the appeal in any of those things, and she knew well-and-good she could nab a man who has much better qualities of each of those at a bar. No, it was some unperceivable intuition on her part, a hidden part of him that's not physical or palpable, something that could never grace her fingertips. As if a silver chord was held between their hearts since birth. This was fate. Of course, being who she is, Vriska knew a libidinous teenage boy like himself wouldn't simply settle down, so she took the next step for them. She wouldn't risk letting him get away.

When Silas found out that he was a father, at the meager age of sixteen (Vriska being seventeen, the older age and the woman being older just another huge no-no in his dad's eyes), he met it with a certain...suprise, and his first reaction was to simply leave town as fast as possible with a bundle of cash. Upon telling the news to his family his father even offered to help buy his a plane ticket. At first astonished by this sudden change in the family dynamic, with everybody helping him, he was quickly disillusioned. He loved Vriska, and here was his so-called 'loving family', offering to allow him to simply leave, and leave her penniless, a pregnant teenager when he had all the money in the world. Call it rebellion or call it responsibility, but Silas proclaimed that the child was his, and he was going to be taking care of it. So, his father cut him off. No son of his was going to be known for a teenage pregnancy, he'd rather him leave the little bastard than be known for that. Silas, know longer wanting anything to do with them, knew that was that and did not argue upon departure like so many of his brothers would have.

Vriska was suprised to hear of this, and yet with a hug and her odd way of hinting at things, it became clear to him that she was looking out for his best interests. Perhaps it was stupid, and any man should have left right there and then in fear of how insane she appeared to be or out of anger for being tricked. But not him, not with Vriska; He got a job and got a decent amount of cash, and bought a apartment for the two of them, and the baby came, and they were all smiles and happiness for awhile. His job sucked, but at least h had his angel to come home to, his mischievous little pixie girl that had gotten him into so much trouble but her love for him never died down even once, her faith in his abilities never wavered. She held the sun, the moon, the sky in his world, and withut her it would all come crashing down. He didn't even care abou the money he was seperated from for now on, or the family he had grown to despise. He would sit here, in near-poverty forever, just popping out kids and working a soul-sucking job if it meant he could see her face by his side every morning.

So, he had forsaken his family. There was no going back. So you can imagine the suprise when, after his father's death, he found the fortune left to him, for reasons unknown, in favor of all his more loyal siblings.

**
SUNNY MIKHAEL-ADAM TESLA - 1994 to PRESENT: BIRTH
Sunny was not born first; Like his name, he signaled the arrival of somethign greater for the family, no matter how shameful it might have been for his father; He had a way to support his family, sure, but each time he did he'd have to taste that black bile that swelled up at the back of his throat, tasting of bad memories and regretful words and emotions, things he wished he could take back. It was blood money, and it was no good. But it was not going to waste.

Vriska was in labor with Sunny for a whole 16 hours; Looking back on it, even to this day with even more children younger than her son, she described it as one of the most painful experiences of her life, claiming that it had felt as if he was made of knives and the doctor's were jerking him all about her insides. The exact reasons for the complications were not sure, and they could never be sure. She claimed though, that the pain was important, and that she knew Sunny was going to be something special, for the simple reason that 'God wouldn't have made me have so much pain if it didn't mean something'. She thought having Sunny was fate, and in a way it was a sort of beautiful, adorable thing, as she cradled that baby boy in her arms, and suddenly any reservations either of them had were swept away by looking into blue-grey eyes, clenched together tight and his face red from bawling. She was happy she was alive, and she thought he was a miracle. They had been people of a different type in those times, and though Silas had grown to respect his father more in his passing and the way he would have thought, they both knew that they couldn't simply name him 'Tom', or 'Robert'. Indeed, with a house picked out already, he did signal a new dawn for them, and a new life for their family, no more fast food hastily shoved over to hungry kids as he scrounged up the last of his pay for the month. They were out of it; He was their miracle, their shining miracle, and he was something special. So, they named him Sunny.

They had not wanted Sunny or his siblings to grow up with death looming over their heads, and though they disagreed on many things at those confusing times, that was one thing they wholeheartedly agreed upon. Vriska, initially against lying to her children, merely didn't tell them. Which wasn't hard for her, she was hardly able to talk about anything concerning her children passed without tears instantly brimming her eyes and running away in hopes of forgetting the pain. As strong as Vriska was, nothing could prepare her for her children dying, and nothing could make it easier. It was inevitable for some, and though she told them to hold it off, make it special, she knew they had to, and some would not live through it. By the time Sunny was three and able to understand these things, one of his sister's had already attempted, and it took her from them. Catalina was gone, and for awhile there, they had not a word for Sunny. All they could do was hold the kid up on his shoulders and give him an icecream and feign ignorance about the entire thing, keeping him innocent, keeping him happy. It wasn't fair to introduce kids to this sort of thing at such a young age, it wasn't fair to anyone that mother nature felt the need to take their children away simply for doing what was natural to them.

Sunny was getting older, and none of them could hold back anymore, it felt wrong lying to their child, the sunshine of their life, who brightened all of his siblings days with his sweet, sincere little smiles and shows of affections. They explained, though slowly, what had happened to his sister, and what might happen to him one afternoon afterschool on the playground. Little fingers went up, brushing his eyes, not quite understanding it and crying, asking for the things kids his age wanted, like a juicebox, not news that he could very well die just because of what he was. Bawling, Vriska sung a song to him, gentle comforting coos into his ear of how everything would be okay, and for the first time in months Silas watched from afar as she came to the realization that her daughter was gone, and she allowed herself into sorrow. They had realized together, and a deep pit formed in Silas chest where he knew he had been the cause of all this pain. So he went over to his wife, his son, gripping his reddened cheeks and brushing tears from his bright round orbs of blue, and said to him, explained to him that despite the pain it might have caused them, what he had was a gift, and it was something special, and it held a sanctity. He had a power within him, and Silas explained that he knew his brave little heart was well-enough for it, that it's warmth could handle anything life could throw at him whether it concerned his own body or the world around him. His words, though meant for Sunny, swept right over Vriska too, and Sunny smiled again. They say the smile, though it leaves at times, is still the one that lingered on his face that day.

Sunny's older now, and even through his juvenile years, that turmoil he had to go through as even his younger siblings couldn't handle it, and his other brothers and sisters had their own problems to come, he hopes he can make it through this, and has complete faith he can if he so wishes. He just hopes nothing can take that away from him, his faith in himself, and that desire to do good. He thinks that maybe, just maybe, he can accomplish that goal that his grandfather set so long ago, maybe through medicine or some sort of magic, or not even about shifters, but perhaps make the world better in any ways he can. Call it optimism, but he believes at the bottom of his heart, that through all this grit and gloom, the world has potential to be a wonderful place for us all.

NAME/ALIAS HARRY!
AGE 15.
TIME ZONE central time is the best time.
HOW YOU FOUND US via caution 2.0, but you know that.
OTHER CHARACTERS OZIAS HART ZYDRUNOS.
RP SAMPLE

you a stupid hoe. you a stupid hoe. you a stupid hoe.

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