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| − | Stitch came to me one day when I saw a few movies in quick succession: The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Andrew Lloyd Webber's Phantom of the Opera, and Young Frankenstein. I thought Quasimodo, Erik (the phantom), and Adam (the monster) were all interesting characters. They had repulsive imperfections, yet sympathetic quirks. Originally, I made Stitch to be a surgical composite of different people, nicknamed "Frank". I thought that a modern, teen Frankenstein story was much needed. Too many werewolves and vampires, amirite? However, he was not a super hero.
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| − | This next part is sort of embarrassing and I've never told anyone this before. As most of you don't know, I have a social anxiety. I used to be a skinny, athletic kid, real tall too. Then, I got a few ankle/leg injuries and I couldn't play outside as much. I went to a crappy elementary school and my mom soon pulled me out. I went to an online school for third grade. I hated it. I got really fat, too. SO, when I went to a charter school, I was this fat nonathletic kid. No one really talked to me because I was shy. Really shy; always had been, always will be. However, I slowly shifted in a class clown and made jokes out of everything. It was how I coped. In fifth grade, my injuries subsided slightly and I was back in the game. I lost about thirty pounds in about eight months. I went from 160-something pounds to 130 lbs. It felt good, I felt good. Now, at this time, I thought girls were still "yucky". Not in the sense that I avoided them, but I wasn't going to date. I mean, what sort of eleven year old is dating anyway?
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| − | However, as fifth grade turned to sixth, my peers started dating. One of my best friends (let's call her Janice. And no, that's not her real name) started to sort of hint that she liked me. I got really uncomfortable. I think I've always liked hanging out with females more. They are noticeably nicer to me in regards to my social issues. Guys, on the other hand, have always been rough. I had to pretend to be the athletic kid and stuff around them. In all honesty, I never wanted to be into sports. I'm only good at football because I like running and tackling. Booyah. I had always wanted to be a writer.
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| − | In sixth grade, I found I became more popular among the eighth graders. I was the only non-eighth grader to be invited to the Graduation House Party. However, I turned it down. I knew I'd end up in some sort of trouble. Bet you didn't see that coming. Seventh grade was a bad year. Too many kids were focused on dating. I mean, why date when you don't have a car or a job? You just gonna sit with your girlfriend/boyfriend all day holding hands? That's not dating, but I digress. Eighth grade came around fast and "swag" was a big deal. And no, I didn't have it. I was myself. All the girls I used to be friends with didn't want to be friends with me anymore. They found "cooler" friends who ended up being assholes.
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| − | Now, during this year something else happened that still hurts me to this day. I don't want to talk about it here. It's embarrassing on my part. Let's just say I opened up to a girl, she confided in me when everyone else hated her...her douche boyfriend was a d*** to her. I was the only friend. When I got the nerve to tell her that I had some feelings for her (love, lust, infatuation, pity, pick your favorite), she went back with him, ignored me. We still don't talk. Moving along...
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| − | ...now, I'm in a pickle. I didn't like going out to the mall or wherever because of things that have happened to me. I also stuttered and slurred when I spoke. I always have had that problem. I thought I was a messed up kid. I had looked into different "cures". Therapy, medication, hand-puppets. Nothing seemed right. Now, to cure my boredom, I started playing MMO's. I first played City of Heroes back in sixth grade. I played DCUO for a bit. I remember when SWTOR was first announced. I helped with some development. It was really community-based, y'know. Then I got into Champions Online. My first character was Beta Blade. I didn't roleplay much, because I was both rough around the edges and deathly afraid of talking to people.
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| − | Now we come back to Stitch. Stitch was basically a tool for me to become comfortable talking to people. Yes, his first home was Club Caprice, where I met a lot of good people and got rooted into roleplaying. I had a few characters prior to him, one notable toon being Nomad. Over time, I met some really awesome people around the game world. I made some poor drama-inducing choices in-character. I also have the balls to admit that, yes, I made one or two bad out-of-character choices. This brings me to the present day. Yes, people don't find me all that desirable to talk to because of things I've done in the past. I'm not super-socially skilled, either. But I'm trying and practicing, and hopefully I'll be able to recover and be "normal".
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