Description - Collin is a bright-eyed, pale boy. Scrawny for his age. The drab, plain clothing he is always dressed in hangs sloppily off his frail body.
Language - Standard child ramblings and stutters. Excitable. Sweetest, androgynous voice, like ten thousand angels.
Work - Collin is in forth grade. He tells his stuffed animals all about his day when he gets home from school. His favourite subject is music.
Behaviour - Collin always wipes his snotty nose on his sleeve. He always forgets never to beg when his mom ignores him. No matter how much his parents abuse him, he knows they love him.
Self perception - Collin is a bad boy because his parents always tell him so. Why else would they hurt him the way they do?
Others' perception - His folks see him as a burden, and nothing more. Always annoying them, so damn needy. Why couldn't they have inherited a fucking cat? His neighbours see him as the sweet little boy he really is.
Beliefs - He believes his parents love and care for him. He believes the monsters under his bed will eat his feet if he gets out of bed in the middle of the night.
Community - Just moved to a very small town with more houses than people, and more streets than houses. No other kids around. He has to take a special bus to the next town to go to school. His only friends are his stuffed animals. At least he has neighbours. What are the odds?
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