FISHER, steven s. ,, student

[Steve S. Fisher]

Steve Fisher, Silverfish

a brown-haired man with dark brown eyes
roleplayed by speck

NAME – Steven Sage Fisher [he goes by Steve mostly]

GENDER – Male

AGE – 21 years

GRADE – Sophomore

MAJOR – Lawyer Doubles in Art & Humanities

RESIDENCE – Small, shabby, cheap apartment

CURRENT JOB – None

HOMETOWN – Small town in Washington



CLOTHING STYLE – neat when in public, slop-dash otherwise

PHYSICAL STATURE – average, a little on the tall side ;; slender

HAIR/EYES – reddish-brown hair ;; brown eyes

OTHER APPEARANCE –

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GREATEST STRENGTH – art and compassion

FAVORITE HOBBIES –

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THINGS THAT PLEASE –

TOUGHEST OBSTACLE – his pessimism and low ego

THINGS THAT DISPLEASE –

ORIENTATION – straight

PERSONALITY SUMMARY –

[/i] to him. At first, he can handle it, but there has to be someone there. A strong someone. Otherwise, he pretends everything is fine and shakes and tries to hold up his heavy burden. It destroys him, but because of his high-minded ideas of 'never giving up.' He starts losing sleep at night and going around in a deep slump of depression, somehow tying himself together with a small sigh to make it through another day. His whole life becomes misery. When there's someone there, Steve tends to try to give them busy work, if only to make sure they feel as if they fit in. But just with having someone there gives Steven some relief. It forces him to at least go through the actions of being relaxed, which relaxes him. Not to mention that anyone who knows him well enough would probably drag him away. It was this pressure that drove him into his new majors.
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HISTORY –

[/i] They got him placed into one of the top high schools in the state, after being put in high-ranked schools during elementary and middle school. Steven was starting to show the signs of cracking. As he progressed through his years of high school, he slept less and less, ate less and less, and swimming - once a love of his - had been forced out of his agenda in order for another college class. The extreme pressure of it all was making the poor fellow crumble. Somehow, though, he survived it all, and the small optimistic part of him said that college would be easier. Even if it was Columbia. Or Harvard.

Nothing could be harder than meeting his parent's expectations.

He was wrong.

The first year, Steven pretended he was alright. He flashed his bright smile around and stayed on the outside. People talked about their doubts right in front of him, and the man pretended not to be fazed. He wouldn't tell anyone that the words 'he's far too quiet to be a decent lawyer' or 'who is he anyway?' or 'his parents definitely didn't pass the right genes to him' kept him awake. Why would he? He was an outsider, lost in a world of ego-trips and backstabbing. All for fun. Steven's whole idea of chivalry and respect were shredded constantly. It was this first year of college that the man took up drawing again. He'd wander off somewhere close to the ground and in the shadows, and then he'd draw whatever he felt like. At first, it was just the trees around him, stoic and strong. Then it became the faces of the jeering classmates. Steven reached his true breakthrough on one of the rainy days in New England.

His drawings became a comfort, and somehow, Steven survived his first year. But he knew he couldn't do it any longer. Traveling to his parent's law office in Seattle's suburbs, he was greeted with a grand surprise party. Hugs and kisses enveloped him, and throughout the summer break, it became even more impossible to break his parents' hopes. Their proud smiles and casual questions guilted Steve into another year. A year that was even worse than before. Halfway through his first semester, Steven couldn't take it anymore. The disappointment in his professor's faces wasn't even close to as bad as the same emotion on his mother's face. It nearly broke his heart. If they'd been able to talk through their heartbreak, it most certainly would have. But it didn't stop Steven from getting a transfer to NHU.

After changing his major and moving, Steve's life has gotten a hell of a lot better. He even met someone who tolerated his presence more than most - Gabrielle. Honestly, she was quite a pretty one, but whatever optimism Steven had had before college was gone. He could stay friends with her as much as she wanted. It wasn't like he knew her well. He just knew that in all likelihood she was taken and that she lives nearby in some apartment much like his.
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