His name is Will Bleue, and he is a dreamer. A dreamer filled with hopes and imaginings and all beautiful things. He could dream up a rose or a wolf, and they would be there. They never came out quite right though. That wolf from his daydreams would quickly become the wolf from his nightmares, snarling and biting until it finally ran away. It's like the quote "For every action, there is an equal or greater reaction." Every time he dreamed up something, anything, it would become a disaster. So, instead, he draws. He draws because he is trapped in reality, and his dreams always find a way out if he doesn't pour them onto paper first. If he can't fill his dreams with real life, he will fill his dreams with as much life as he could give them. His sketches dancing across the paper in haunting ballets, teasing him for the beautiful things they could be.
When he was young, he dreamed up a deer. The deer was his and not his all at once. Over time, however odd, he became close with this deer whom he named Luna. After about three years of having her around, they became inseparable friends. The deer and the fantasy boy, the boy and the fantasy deer. He spent his time in his own world because he had Luna. Then, one day at dawn, Luna was spooked by a rose. This rose was a dark and haunting one. One he had created from his nightmare, not wanting it taunting and frightening him anymore. She wasn't too frightened, but she was frightened enough to run. She dashed from their blanket on the lawn and right into the path of an oncoming car. The car, cruelly enough, killed Luna on the spot. That is how Will came to realize his dreams will always break, as he sat there in the early dawn light, his heart broken in two.
He is now 16, with dark brown hair and wise gray eyes. He has often been told that the combination of his hair and eye color is practically an impossible one, but he never paid much attention. He is also muscled, which confused those around him because he never favored exercise much. He always gave out a smirk or smart-ass remark, achieving the cool, I-think-I'm-great status. He got good grades and is in most of the highest classes. Nothing to see there, which is perfect for him. When he was younger, he was constantly causing problems and arousing neighborly superstitions. So, as he got older, he decided to not be the weird kid anymore, but the hot different kid. The one who nobody thinks is weird because they are so caught up in all that he is. The one who presumably doesn't hang out with anyone because everyone likes him but he doesn't want to hang out with anybody.
Will comes from a normal, preppy family. His sister is a freshman in college, his mom is a preschool teacher, and his dad is a lifestyle coach. His mom was alway worried about him when he was younger, and then weird thing stopped happening and she turned her attention back to her beloved Willow. That is his sister's name, Willow. He didn't particularly mind that she got all the attention, as much as the fact that she basked in it. When will was younger she never got the attention, and as a result didn't like him much. Once she got it back though, it was back to liking him. That is just the way she worked.
Will currently has a cranky pet cat named Van Gogh. The cat's bad attitude is the reason Will kept him though. It seems nasty at first, but at night he always curled up next to Will on his blue duvet. He has a soft spot for warm places and the bed is the only one of those in Will's room at night. So, by default, that became Van Gogh's nightly spot. Will always believed the cat was a tiger in another life, because he always acts bigger than he is, even if he is just a big chicken.
So, he was Will. Forever and unequivocally, a dreamer.
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Imaginings and Beautiful Things
FantasyWilliam (Will) is a dreamer. He can dream things into creation, but never out. So, he carries the burden of a trapped dreamer, pouring his heart into other things instead. Such as his art and his books. One day, Will dreams up a boy named Sage. Soon...