Some days I feel like I'm wrong when I am right

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email: ziakuroku at gmail
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Your Name/Alias: Zia
Age: 21
Character: "Stiles" Stilinski
Series: Teen Wolf
Character Age: 16
Canon: Long ago in Beacon Hills, everyone played lacrosse together in harmony... but everything changed when the werewolf nation attacked. Teen Wolf is the story of Scott McCall, normal teenager extraordinaire, and the comedy of awful that becomes his life after he is bitten by a werewolf. Hey, you try juggling the regular high school life and becoming increasingly furry and violent depending on your emotions and/or what the moon looks like. Also hunters.

Stiles Stilinski is Scott's best friend and possibly the main reason Scott didn't die horribly after like two episodes. Of course he's also half the reason Scott is a werewolf in the first place, so. Stiles is loyal to a fault, and his clever-and-funny genre savvy sidekick shtick has saved Scott's hide on multiple accounts. He's also sarcastic, prone to keeping things to himself, a real motormouth and lacks a filter when he talks, so it evens out. Part of those traits aren't helped by his ADHD, which means he can be pretty scattered and unfocused while babbling. Stiles has been known to use anything in his power to help Scott out, including including his father’s connections as the Beacon Hills’ sheriff. This has been known to blow up in his face and/or make him feel like a terrible person. So when Stiles keeps stuff from people it's for their own good. ...Mostly. Dealing with wolves has made Stiles more weary and he's a lot less into it than he was at first, possibly because of all those close calls with death. Still, at the end of it Stiles is right there at Scott's side.

Sample Post: Right, so, on the scale of weirdness that follows me around like, like a lost puppy-- and I can't believe I just said that-- on that scale, I want to say I would put oddly-colored gorillas asking me for advice higher. Like, a lot higher. Normal people reacting to this kinda stuff high. But no, you know what? I'm totally okay with this. I'm abnormally okay with this.

I mean, don't get me wrong, giving advice to thick-headed guys is basically daily life for me. Whenever something happens, who you gonna call? Stiles, whether he wants to answer or not. That's not the part I should be weirded out about. It was never something to ever be weirded out about in the first place! The part I should be weirded out about is the part where I don't blink at, at creatures of unknown origins that really shouldn't be hanging out in a swamp. No, seriously. Gorillas don't live in swamps. Did you know that? I knew that. I knew that and I want to care, that you're there when you shouldn't be, but I just... I just don't. I'm more concerned with finding the best possible answer to your little problem. And that? That is bad. Do you know why that's bad? Let me tell you. I've become bored with the supernatural. Not even, like, disenchanted or something where I'm at least a little annoyed. No, I have to get bored unless it's trying to maim me.

No offense, I'm sure you'd be super interesting as a, a party trick for kids or some kind of circus attraction-- not that you should do that, no, that is not what I'm saying and okay this is sounding all wrong. You, sir, are a magnificent ... beast, or whatever. Just. Okay. I'm looking at you, and I'm thinking of a solution for you-- no, seriously, I am-- but part of my brain just keeps going back to the zombies and trying to find the best contingency plan for being stuck in the zombiepocalypse without any idea where I am. I must've texted Scott like six times already, and I don't know if he's gonna answer or if I even get reception out here, so I'm thinking around that too and see? See, that is me taking the supernatural seriously. Do you see why? Because I might die. Or become a brain eating zombie, and I'm really not into the whole "brain food" aspect. At all. Ever. The point is: zombies? Freaky. Talking gorilla? I'm not even a little bit scared. Whiiich would be the big issue with you, yeah, I know. It's still a fact: you? Not scary.

... Well okay if you bare your teeth at me like that-- okay, okay, problem solving, I'm on it, but it kinda looks to me like you’ve fixed it already there, buddy. I know what I said but oh my God have you never heard of "stream of consciousness"? I talk when I think. I talk when I don't think, but I talk when I think, I can do both, and there is no amount of threatening me that would help the thinking process! None! At all! Oh my God. Okay? Okay. Look, what I was trying to say was: that face? Threatening gold. You've got it down pat. Good job. You fixed your own problem.



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