Post by Reeve Kasamatsu on Mar 25, 2016 0:25:57 GMT
REEVE KASAMATSU
Personality:
Reeve is a quiet one. Usually he only speaks when spoken to. He's spent his entire life trying to fade into the background. He's afraid to let the world get to know him, so he hasn't really let himself be apart of it. When someone is talking to him, he's likely to come off as extremely awkward. That's only because he's not entirely sure how to act around anyone from his lack of social experience.
A very unfortunately quality Reeve has is his potential to snap at any moment. It's very rare that he does, but under the right amount of stress, he can. When he snaps, he becomes a very different person. His "other self" gets joy out of punishing other people. It's rooted from the things that happened to him his own child hood. He hates this part of himself, and lives in fear that he'll snap at any moment. Sometimes he turns violent and other times he just gets cold-hearted and cruel. Even if it doesn't happen very often, he'd do anything to destroy this part of himself.
Reeve is also very hard on himself. He has low self-esteem. He's never had anyone to make him feel worth anything in his entire life, so he's only learned to hate himself. He feels he's not good at anything. Even though joining the swim team was supposed to push him into the outside world, it's only made him feel worse about himself due to lack of skill. He's constantly feeling like he's going to drag everyone down around him when being forced to be part of some kind of team.
History:
Growing up, Reeve was always an extremely quiet child. He never spoke out of term, and he never talked back to anyone. In fact, he hardly ever spoke at all. It's hard to act normal when you feel so uncomfortable in your own skin. Regardless, Reeve did normal things. He woke up, went to school every day, did homework every day, went to bed, and then did it all over again the next day. It was like a cycle, a routine, and Reeve clang to it. He was constantly studying every chance he got. School was never a problem for him.
It was what came after school that happened to be the problem. His home environment wasn't all that homely. His parents weren't exactly peaches, and it was needless to say that he was terrified of them. His father was constantly drunk, and he preferred to take out all of his constant drunken rage on his mother. There was always a lot of yelling, and it always ended up physical. Anytime Reeve tried to intervene on behalf of his mother, his father's raged ended up directed at him. When it was, his mother did nothing to try and take it back. Reeve never blamed her though. He always felt he had a lot in common with her. She was quiet, and the loneliness was written all over her face.
His home life made Reeve hate himself. His father was always telling him how worthless and useless he was. He never let up, and it was only a matter of time before Reeve believed all of the insults. No one in the world outside of Reeve's home ever asked questions about Reeve's life. He was always wearing baggy sweaters to hide any of the damage, and he was just the weird kid in the back of the class that no one bothered with. They didn't want to know anything about him, and he supposed it was better that way.
There was one time that Reeve actually tried to speak up against his father, and he's regretted it to this day. His regret was more because he'd learned what he was actually capable of. To punish him for speaking up, his father got crafty. It was then that he realized his father wasn't just a drunk, he was a mad man. His father poured gasoline over a rope, and then tied it around his son before setting it on fire. The only part that hadn't been covered in it was the ends where he'd tied it right over his face. He struggled to get out of it, and when he finally did, it left it's mark. It burned him enough to leave permanent scars circling his body. Reeve was then thrown in his room from the night.
Reeve stayed on his small mattress on the floor for half the night, crying because of his wounds, practically ready to give up on his own life. That was when something inside of him snapped. Reeve was angry, so much so that his veins felt as if they were on fire. He felt an odd need for revenge that he'd never felt before. That's when he'd grabbed his father's gasoline and poured it all through out their apartment. As soon as he was done, he lit it with a match before going to sit on the couch. The smile was wide across his face.
That might have been the end for Reeve and his family, but a lady from the apartment next door called the fire department. With all of the smoke, Reeve passed out on the couch before the firemen even got there. When they did, they rescued him and his parents. Obviously, the events of that day provoked an investigation of the family. With that, his father was tossed into jail for abuse against his family mixed in with other mild crimes they'd caught him for. Reeve was sent to a psychiatric institution for two years where he had a few more outbreaks, but overall they'd managed to help him control whatever was inside of him.
When Reeve was released, he'd gone to live with his mother who had moved to a small town called Iwatobi. Things were always quiet in the house, and Reeve hadn't expected any different seeing as he'd tried to kill them both. Reeve was certain it would always be one of his biggest regrets since he actually did care about his mother. It wasn't long before Reeve's mother sent him to school. His doctor deemed it fine as long as his took his medication every day. His doctor also pushed for him to get involved in more activities involving other kids, so Reeve signed up for the swim team. He barely knew how to swim and his definitely wasn't the athletic kind, but he assumed it would be the most solo activity there was. He figured no one would talk to him unless it was to boss him around on what to do.
