My Orphanage RP Charector: Name: Jack Gykores// Age: 17// Gender: Male (He/Him) // Appearance: Tall and unnaturally lean, with sharp shoulders and long limbs that make him seem almost skeletal. His fair skin contrasts with a pair of mismatched eyes—one a pale steel gray, the other deep red, giving his gaze an unsettling intensity. Scrappy, white-gray hair falls messily around his face, never seeming to stay in place. He wears a weathered brown leather tunic over faded blue jeans, practical rather than fashionable. A worn chain bracelet wraps around one wrist, its links scratched from years of use. Around his neck hangs a silver chain bearing a ring of thorns, tarnished with age but carefully maintained. // Personality: Quiet and reserved, he rarely speaks unless he has something worth saying. He prefers observing over participating, often lingering at the edge of conversations where he notices details others overlook. His calm demeanor makes it difficult to tell what he's thinking, and he almost never lets his emotions show. He has a habit of appearing without warning and leaving just as silently, earning him a reputation for being almost ghostlike. While many find him intimidating, he isn't cruel or hostile—simply private. He values actions over words and believes trust should be earned rather than freely given. Despite his distant nature, he possesses a surprisingly dry sense of humor that only surfaces around people he respects. He is patient, resourceful, and difficult to rattle, preferring to solve problems from the shadows rather than seek attention or recognition. Mabye he is... the shadow. // Dorm: 40.... No-one is in there (at east currently) Mabye that's where he disappears to all the time....// N/A for now // sorry for ranting on lol!! I could include a backstory but for now I will leave it at that.
w/ // Silence... Silence was never empty. Most people mistook it for nothing—a pause between words, the absence of noise. They filled it without thinking, terrified of what lingered underneath. Jack knew better. Silence was where people forgot to hide themselves. Every nervous glance. Every forced smile. Every lie spoken a little too quickly. It all echoed louder once the talking stopped. That was why he listened far more than he spoke. Words were easy to control. Silence never was. The old orphanage breathed around him, its weathered halls groaning beneath each passing gust. Floorboards creaked. Pipes whispered somewhere inside the walls. Children laughed in distant rooms, their voices fading as quickly as they came. He stood alone at the end of a dim corridor. Tall. Motionless. The corners of the hallway seemed to cling to him, blurring the edges of his worn leather tunic and pale frame until he appeared less like someone standing there and more like another shadow cast by the flickering lights. One gray eye. One red. Both fixed quietly ahead. People often wondered where he disappeared to. Some claimed he knew hidden passages inside the orphanage. Others swore he simply vanished whenever no one was looking. No one had ever managed to prove either story wrong. Jack never bothered correcting them. His fingers absentmindedly rolled the tarnished ring of thorns hanging from the silver chain around his neck. Then... He stepped out of his corner stepped out of his comfort. He was on a mission... Of what? No-one knows or will ever find out. At least that was what Jack thought.
