[ hugo crestwood ] - d5 wip

HUGO CRESTWOOD

-- APPEARANCE --

Hugo is a boy of peace, serenity and of absolute and utter desperation. His stature is overall stick-like, narrow with not much fat and barely any muscle. He stands at approximately 5'8", the small marks on the wall counting up to how tall he was, counting until there was no one to count for him anymore. He used to stand on that small scale next to the kitchen sink, looking down as the numbers 147 came up repeatedly. It's doubtful that he's even 130 pounds now though, the winter chilling his bones and making his skin sink deep into his body. Ever since that day, that stupid and utterly awful day, the sparkle has disappeared from the child's eyes, faded and gone forever.

When it happened, it was sudden, only a couple days before everything he knew and loved left him; his mother. It was only at first that she got sick, causing the boy to cook dinner for her, soup out of the little meat he could find, stirring it with blistered hands, tired from work all day. When he would come home, his mother would cry, telling him to go back and holding him, telling him to not care about her, that she could do it all on her own. Hugo would shake his narrow head, his jet black hair swaying back and fourth as he would take his day's wage and get a small loaf of bread, hoping that the food would make her better, anything to make her better.

In those few days, he hardly spoke a word, his chapped lips pursed as he would watch over his mother, making sure that she didn't slip away. It was the one day though, the day when he decided to take a walk that it all happened, that she passed into a never ending sleep and left him with nothing.

That same day, he came home and called out for her, a desperate cry rising in his throat as he looked in the living room and found her, slouched over on the floor, dead. The salty tears dripped down his face as he sat next to her lifeless body, not sure what to do, or what would happen to him in the next couple days, unsure of anything at all. Leaning down next to her head, he made a promise to the body of his mother, the only person that had ever taken the time to appreciate him and love him.

"I'll do my best mum." he chocked as he spoke, "I'll do my best and make you proud."

-- PERSONALITY --

Hugo is a sensitive butterfly, the kind of boy who will help anyone just out of the kindness of his heart. He won't admit that he's like this and will often just not talk at all, keeping his mouth shut as he refrains from talking to anyone. Even as he was growing up, Hugo mostly focused on his studies and never really talked to anyone besides his mother when he got home. He was always that kid who was the outside, the boy who was too cocky to talk to other kids his own age. As he grew up, this reputation carried with him, the boy who would never speak for his own selfish reasons.

Girls never confessed to him, they never looked at him , and guys never wanted to play sports with him, he was always that last kid picked to play on a team. He would sit there and be yelled at to hurry up and run, sometimes losing the game when one kid took pity on him and thought that he would actually do something. Even so, there were always those kids that seemed to feel sorry for little Hugo, the little boy with he jet black hair and pale skin, the little boy who didn't fit in with all the other kids.

Even at work, where one is supposed to be slightly professional even, he was laughed at. At lunch he would be asked by the other boys if he wanted to go play ball, and how he wanted to say yes, but alas his only response was always a small shake of his head as he returned back to his work, trying to not have any emotion on his face. He would hear them behind him, some kid asking another why they even bothered, that he would be overconfident to play with a bunch of dirty boys.

But still, one day, Hugo changed his mind and did what they thought wouldn't happen. Right after his mother passed, he was even more quiet, but now, when the boys asked him to play, he nodded his head and got up, looking the tallest one, Dan, in the eye and smiling a bit. "I'll play as long as you all play fairly." Saying this, the scrawny boy walked outside and grabbed the ball, "now who wants to start?"

The other boy grabbed the ball out of his hands and looked to his friends, "Hey Hugo, get this!" He threw it into the air as hard as he could, just enough to that the kid next to him would grab it and take it and keep passing it away. "It's a game called 'keep away'" the older boy explained. "Now you have to get it."

Hugo looked up and smugly glared at him, "Fine."

Running after it until break was over, the ringing sound of all the other boys laughing echoed in Hugo's head for the rest of the day. They managed to make a fool out of him, and he knew then, he had made a foolish mistake himself. After that, he didn't talk to anyone again, ignoring the boys who would joke around about the game with him.

It wasn't worth it, it never was.

-- HISTORY--

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