CIVILIAN . WILDE, ARTHUR

Arthur Wilde

Sarcastic. Independent. Selfish.

Art/Artie/Jackass

Nineteen

March 20th, 1993

Male

Bisexual

Civilian

Student: : Arthur is currently a student at UCLA, happily muddling through his GE and some Major Prep classes, having not expected to enjoy academic life as much as he is. On occasion, he is reminded just how deep in debt he'll be after he's acquired his degree(s) in Design and Media Arts, and works all the harder so that it won't be so hard to crawl out. When that fails, there's always alcohol. SO worth it.

Dishwasher: Arthur is actually paying a teeny-tiny part of his terrifying tuition, and for food and 'drink', with the money he brings in as part-time dishwasher. It is the second job he's had since coming to LA the first being his 2-week tour as a barista until the cafe was torn down so something more modern could be put in it's place. He preferred that cliche, and is looking for something else in his free time.

Testee: He is frequent signer-up for quickie-jobs so long as they don't threaten - or at least LOOK like they COULD threaten - his mental health and/or class schedule. And only the ones that look most fun and interesting.

Appearance

Arthur stands exactly six feet in height. He often waits a little longer than he should to get his hair cut, so it's often seen curling over his ears and reaching in front of his bright green eyes- in the process, hiding a pair of - he thinks - ridiculously bushy brows. He is used to warmer climates, so skin is often exposed and, as a result, mostly evenly tanned. He's never been the most careful of boys, and there is many a scar to be found if one looks close enough - something that he invites you to do, as a couple would require you to remove his clothing. The more visible are found on the pads of three of his fingers, the heel of his left foot, and the one that breaks his right brow. Less visible is the small line across his left side, just above his waist, and a long thin slice that reaches a quarter of the way from his right elbow to his wrist. Arthur is mostly fit, having somehow done the opposite of what he expected and LOST several pounds during his first semester, and he regularly shaves so as to avoid his own itchiness and inflicting stubble burn.

Personality

Confident | Independent | Hard-Working | Stubborn/Determined/Obsessive: Despite what he might have thought about himself as a younger boy, just because he was confident in his every-day life and decisions - as he'd been raised to be - did not mean that he was actually independent. He learned this the hard way, when he eventually realized that he'd been allowing several of his so-called friends to lead him down paths he'd have been much better off not experiencing. These days Arthur knows better. Whether it's to learn something new and useful, or refine an already existing skill, or just to prove he CAN, without someone watching over his shoulder as if he can't be trusted, Arthur insists on doing things on his own, in most cases refusing all help, even when obviously well-meaning. He might not always make the BEST decisions, or the RIGHT ones, but at least it's all his own, be the results failures or successes. And he refuses to be beaten, by anything, or anyone.

Playful/Teasing | Forgiving | Rebellious: Arthur has made a LOT of mistakes, he willingly admits. And, with all the time he's spent trying to make up for those mistakes, he's learned to become a lot more understanding and forgiving of those that other people in his life make. So long as they're at least trying to be better anyway. And if not? Well, he'll push them until they are, for those big mistakes and the little ones. He'll tease, and point them out, over and over and over again, far more than is appropriate, and sometimes in public- but he'll make sure everyone knows it's all in good fun. Arthur is NOT so forgiving toward those people who can't ever admit they are in the wrong, or who believe that just because they have more, or are older, or in an authoritative position, they CAN'T be wrong, and push others around or blame them for their own mistakes. Those individuals get called out in a much less teasing manner, no matter who they are.

Rash | Untrustworthy | Manipulative: Arthur acts on instinct and/or intuition most of the time, only sitting back to think out a problem when he absolutely has to. It works for him, especially since he's not opposed to admitting he's wrong and changing directions on the fly. EVENTUALLY he'll get it right, he's always very certain. However, he has also thought that maybe if he WERE the type to thing things through more slowly, and had been a little more fearful of authority and mindful of consequences, other people might be more willing to trust him, and he might trust himself a tad more. Lying comes too naturally to Arthur, even now, despite the assistance of therapy- for good and bad reasons, though he can convince himself it's ALL for good reasons without much trouble. And when lying does fail, he's not above getting a little flirty or threatening a little blackmail to get out of a bad spot.

Selfish | Wasteful: Arthur doesn't like to share. And he doesn't believe anyone else, if they're honest, likes to share either. He CAN, but he'll probably expect something in return if he isn't close to you. Wastefulness is also an issue, but one he never truly recognized until he came to LA on his own and is having to watch where and how much he spends.

Inappropriate | Humorous: Arthur thinks he's funny, and he doesn't much care if anyone else does. His timing can be a little off, and he won't hold his tongue for anyone, even in dangerous situations where snark might get him hit in the face. His brain to mouth filter regularly malfunctions, most of the time on accident, sometimes he'll do it on purpose just to throw someone off guard. He likes to make friends smile and laugh, even at themselves when he feels it's needed. No need to take everything in life with the utmost seriousness. It's a belief he HAS to hold on to.

Violent: It's there, it'll likely always be there, and he can't ignore it. Arthur excepts this, and just does his best to control it. It's not like it's EASY to get him angered to the point of explosion anymore. He's older, and if not quite wiser, he at least has past experience to draw from as to the consequences letting this side of himself out results in. In absence of his hometown therapist, the woman he'd usually talk things out with when needed, he is taking a psychology class. The lesson that allows him to blame it all on his bio-dad can come along any time now.

Lineage

Sometimes mistaken as British, Arthur is in fact just your mostly average American, which is to say that it would probably be easier to list what races he isn't a fraction of. He himself has done little investigating as to his biological family history, loosing most of his desire to know anything after the bombshell that was his father's criminal past. He does know that he was born in New York City, which is where he was adopted by the lovely Wilde family, that can be blamed for his very faint and, as his adoptive parents would say, 'proper' English sound that deepens when he's pissed. Included is a slightly expanded pool of expletives that can in no way be blamed on his mother and he'd 'better not imply that again'.

Since he began attending classes at UCLA, Arthur has lost more and more of what he learned in his three years of high school French. He blames the Maths he's be cramming in there for pushing the Language out. He could probably manage to understand a particularly slow speaking French national, but even more likely fail at making himself clear.

History

If there is one thing in his history that Arthur can look back at and wonder where in the hell that stroke of luck came from when the rest of it seemed to be full of mistake after mistake after monumental fuck-up, it was his birth and the events shortly after that resulted in his living with the Wildes. The Wildes were not the couple that gave birth to him. The people who conceived him weren't even a couple. Only a day after his birth to his biological parents, Arthur was handed over to the government by his then incapable and now long-deceased grandmother on his bio-mom's side, without even a name. Though he wouldn't know the full story until his middle teens, his mother died that day giving birth to him, and his father hadn't been in the picture since his conception- not that he'd have been allowed custody, being the less than stellar citizen of New York City that he was. Fortunately for Arthur, he was adopted only a few short weeks later by Teresa and Grayson Wilde.

The Wilde's were a young British immigrant couple who were under the impression at that time that they were unable to have children. So determined to do well by the one that they'd got by other means, the newly formed family of three left NYC for a safer, child-friendly pastures. Arizona was their destination, in a nice neighborhood, in a nice small town, just outside of Phoenix. It was far enough away to make it feel a safe place to raise a young boy, but close enough so that the Wilde's could work in the city. Babysitters were key.

Arthur's parents wished to do well by him, and they did just that. They were a loving, upper middle-class family- the result of years of living in the states and preparing for a child, as well as proper management of their money and professional ambition. His adoptive mother and father might not have seen their son as much as THEY wanted, but Arthur himself didn't seem to care much. As soon as he'd explored every little inch of his new home that he could upon learning to crawl and then walk, he took to he outside world with glee, fearlessly exploratory and curious in that way only a child who doesn't know any better can pull off. He was extremely difficult to keep track of, driving both his parents, and more often his babysitters, into nervous near-breakdowns on occasion. He loved animals, and bugs, and anything else that might scare other kids his own age. Often just because it DID scare other kids his own age.

Shortly after turning four, Arthur and his parents were all very surprised by the surprise/miracle that was Katherine Wilde. Against all the odds that had been painfully and plainly explained to them by various doctors and specialists, Teresa had actually managed to get pregnant and give birth to a beautiful baby girl, who Arthur fell in love with immediately and took to hanging around like a pint-sized bodyguard. Unfortunately - or fortunately, depending on how one looked at it and who they were - as he and his sister grew up together, and Arthur was able to watch his sister change before his eyes, their differences in looks became more apparent, and it got little Arthur thinking. A rare thing for him, but it was a VERY important and potentially life-altering thought. He didn't look like any of his family, did he? Hair, eyes, size- he and his parents and sister were all very different. Or more accurately, Arthur was very different from his family, very light, to their dark.

So he asked the question. The BIG question. Was he adopted?

It was tempting to lie to him. He'd probably have believed them, at eleven years old, and in hindsight, it might have been best to wait until he was more mature, and the lot of them could have avoided some of what came after. There was definitely a difference for Arthur between suspecting and KNOWING. Teresa and Grayson told him some of what they knew, the basics, and some minor facts- as much as they knew and thought he could handle. And Arthur seemed to take it well at first, and things changed, gradually. At first it seemed a good sort of change. Arthur started to pay more attention in school, be better behaved and more attentive to the wishes of his parents and various other authority figures in his life. He felt, weirdly, as if he had something to prove to his adoptive parents, though the older he got the more stupid this sounded, even in his own head. He'd never needed to prove anything before. But it made them happy, and they started to expect more from him, to trust him more, as time passed, so he kept with it. For a while. But years passed and inevitably it all started to spiral downward. 'Inevitable'. That's what he told himself anyway.

Puberty hit hard. Arthur started to grow up, and not-so-suddenly realized just how tired he was of doing so much to keep his grades high and his parents proud. They always seemed to expect more, without an end or limit in sight, and why did they let him keep thinking he HAD to do it? It made sense in HIS head. So he started to rebel. It was all little things at first. He blew off assignments, skipped a couple of classes, then a couple of days- just to do things that were fun instead of hard. Naturally he also started to become a more regular face in detention. He didn't let it get him down! He met new people in detention, even made a few new friends- and those new friends started to spend time with him outside of school, made him feel like he belonged, and introduced him to a few fun 'games'. Games that had him stealing little things, nothing to expensive or too big to fit in his pockets. At first. Then they started breaking into things, abandoned buildings and into a few of those houses in that new and still under development neighborhood in town. They dared him. He couldn't say no! And it was fun! It made his heart race and made his friends smile and invite him around more. It got a little less terrifying and a little more fun every time he did something.

Now, his parents were hardly blind to the changes Arthur was undergoing, but they stalled when it came to doing something about it. What was there to do about the unusual behavior in their oldest? It was unusual, and they didn't immediately know what to think or do. Ground him? He snuck out. No more allowance? He didn't really feel the need to buy anything he wanted anyway. Separate him from his friends? Well, they did do that, calling the parents of those others boys- but that just ended up turning them into enemies, which led to loudly exchanged words, which led to fighting. And Arthur was never the type to stand down, so he occasionally started to come home bloodied. When he won, he also came home with a smile. His parents had the right idea maybe, just the wrong execution. Therapy? They threatened, but never went through with it, preferring to believe that they could handle him on their own. He wasn't bad after all, he was just making bad decisions. He still worshiped his baby sister, was never violent toward them, or any of those 'good' friends he still spent a lesser amount of time with and had managed to avoid being too corrupting an influence on them. He wasn't doing drugs. He wasn't having random unprotected sex.

What Arthur WAS doing was still asking about his biological parents thought- which, while they may have considered telling him more about, had he remained the responsible boy he was at eleven, they balked at now. When Arthur was fifteen, his impatience, and the uneasy glances his adoptive parents had begun to exchange every time he asked for more, finally drove him to secret action. Grayson Wilde never bothered to put any locks on the cabinets in his office. Arthur thought that, considering himself, his adoptive father really should have known better. Thus, one night, when everyone else was deep asleep, Arthur snuck in and perused his father's documents at his leisure. With the names and dates he found, and a little help from the search engine on his dad's office computer and conveniently public and very helpful records, Arthur managed to build the story surrounding his birth and his biological father quite accurately. If there was anything that could focus him, it was that particular puzzle. He learned of his mother's death during his birth, and worse, the criminal status of his bio-dad- who was both a thief and, apparently, spree-killer. Lovely.

It wasn't an easy thing to swallow. In fact, sitting back in his adoptive father's giant computer chair with his biological father's crimes, prison location, and mugshot opened in separate windows, he very nearly had a panic attack. There were some certain similarities between him and the man looking back at him with a scowl through the computer screen. Not physical. Obviously his good looks had come from his mother. But the other things? Criminal things? Every criminal started somewhere, and he feared that, where he was right then, stealing and fighting and lying, was exactly where his father had been at his age. It scared him enough that after a week of unusually false calm and quiet from Arthur that frankly unnerved his parents to no end, he broached the subject with them, and together, the three decided that therapy might actually have been the best option available.

At seventeen, Arthur had experienced two and a half years of therapy. He was hardly cured. He still refused to back down from a fight. There were just less opportunities. He still had the powerful urge to steal on occasion. He still sometimes really wanted to beat others into unconsciousness, such as the day he'd been 'outed' by some annoying football jock- thereby making Arthur's swim-team practices- one of those new activities he'd taken up as part of his second chance and really enjoyed- so uncomfortable that he had to quit. He knew where the line was though. He'd been forced to examine it very closely and from several different angles during those 2 years of therapy. Katherine was endlessly helpful, being older, and in more need of a good example- which he had to be.

The time to start panicking about college was approaching, and he'd been busy, throwing himself at that future he wanted and was determined to have at all costs. His father had made nothing good of himself, but Arthur would, and in the process prove that he was NOT that man. Extra classes, summer school for the correct credits, video games and even a self-defense class that he abhorred for it's insistence that he remain still for long periods of time- these things kept him focused, and NOT doing anything that would get him in trouble. He even picked up a part-time job. Eventually it wasn't all horrible and boring.

Arthur graduated with just barely everything he needed to get into UCLA, which he had chosen for not just the various professional opportunities it would allow him but for the professional ones as well. LA was very different from his tiny little town outside Phoenix, and that was exactly what he wanted. He worked hard for what he wanted, and he wasn't about to let anything stand in his way; money, personal issues, possible genetic predisposition. That was one thing that hadn't changed since day one.

Hobbies & Habits & Quirks

- Swimming. Surfing, if he could actually find a friend who knew how and was willing to teach him so he wouldn't have to PAY for lessons.

- Has a habit of judging people within the first few seconds they open their mouths, assigning mental nicknames, and sometimes refers to them as such aloud without realizing.

- His thoughts hop around a lot. Can be talking very presently one moment and then grab and continue a line of conversation he'd been in hours or even days ago with almost zero segue- and expect the other person to keep up.

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