Georgio Sky

"If you begin to regret, you’ll dull your future decisions and let others make your choices for you. All that’s left for you then is to die. Nobody can foretell the outcome. Each decision you make holds meaning only by affecting your next decision. Anything can happen. No one ever thinks it will until it does. What will happen, happens. That’s how the world is. The most important thing is to not let the tragedy defeat you. To believe that you can get through it..."

## ***— Georgio Sky***

His parents were off looking for him too. Over with three of his “friends” Georgio was taken all the way to a small town in Utah, where he was left without a phone, or really any technology. He wanted to only use the newfound platform to ridicule those below him, dropping out of college, and moving back with his parents, his source of income would be them from now on, the rest of his early 20s were left with his parents, who moved his popularity higher on social media and in movies. He gritted his teeth as he roared out towards the people staring in from the side windows. “GET THE FUCK AWAY, YOU BUGS, YOU LIFELESS FREAKS, RELYING ON THE ONES WHO ARE SO GREAT TO GET POPULAR, JUST FUCK OFF, FUCK OFF AWAY FROM ME”He swung his hand off towards the group of people, a hissing sound filling his ears next as the onlookers quickly backed away, some even began to run away. He reached on the sharp, exposed glass, pulling himself through it as he ripped his fingers half off. “Stop looking at me… STOP IT...” Half the people still had their phones out, glaring at him through their phone screens as his bloodied body slunk through the now burning vehicle. He was very fit for his age, and he knew that for now, he must keep growing. He at least started to treat his guardians with more respect, spending his time with them more frequently as time passed. He gave up on the idea that he could leave through the forest, and just returning there would be something he couldn’t fathom for a long time.

## **Personality**

Georgio, I will say, used to act very different, for what it counts for, he was very famous. Beloved by many, and he loved the fame. He loved having everyone’s eyes on him… However, that’s all out the window. In Hiraeth, he’s just a normal person. A random boy born to a random family. So how he acts now has clearly changed a whole lot. He’s become reclusive, he shares most of his same wants, but not with the same drive for it. In this new world, he wants to reach a status that’s impossible for him, and he’s come to accept it over the years. He is now much more tame than before, being a more quiet person now. He tries to avoid being social in groups, but with individual people, he’s more than fine with. He’s come to definitely be a bit of an outcast, not liking having to go around during day time, but if he has to, he keeps his eyes down on the ground, hoping nobody notices him anymore. He’s uptight like that. He keeps interactions short, and brief if possible, but in no way does he miss them. He has a secret want to talk more, but has a very, large and relatively unrealistic fear. One of which, he will slowly get out of.

## **Backstory**

Georgio, unlike most beings, was born on Earth, not Hiraeth. Which, you know, some would say that’s *peculiar.* However, it’s where our story starts, the lovely advanced hospital in the lovely Earth civilization of California, in the year 1997. Georgio, named that after his father, and his father, and his father’s father and so on. In his very, VERY notable family, nearly like royalty in the advanced civilization. Of course, living like royalty means you *think* like royalty. Georgio the VI was actually homeschooled for his very early life, unknowingly being pushed by his parents to be the next kid star as he got older. Using their Binsta accounts and NewTube page as a source for attempting to get the kid to a very early stardom, and that they did, although it was because of their own popularity, not the kid’s. He would be on TV, movies, newstories, and interviewed all during his years up until his teens. During then, he went to a very popular highschool among the rich families, which got him even more fame as he became top of the class in many intelligence based competitions, more-so math-based than most. Although, after passing his first year in the highschool, he vanished. Not from the internet, but that was due to people talking about him frequently. His parents released a notice that he had fled from home. Everyone was left looking for him from the police, to people on Feddit and 9chen. His parents were off looking for him too.

Over with three of his “friends” Georgio was taken all the way to a small town in Utah, where he was left without a phone, or really any technology. There, he was left with no parents and internet for the next few years. There, he continued the rest of his school years. People eventually dropped the mystery as his guardians who kept him safe and his former friends kept quiet about it. Georgio eventually got into a college, which is where everyone just.. Found him again. He rejoined the masses of popularity, knowing full well he could milk the newfound fame as a side job alongside his current learning. Georgio had become a tech addict along with loving the other social media he got involved with. He wanted to only use the newfound platform to ridicule those below him, dropping out of college, and moving back with his parents, his source of income would be them from now on, the rest of his early 20s were left with his parents, who moved his popularity higher on social media and in movies. His life was then completely solely… Perfect.

The word sat in his head as his brand new million dollar car, one of which was still in testing by the company, had lay upside down on the corner of the active Californian street. The sounds of cameras flashing filled his ears as his hands lay above his head. He gritted his teeth as he roared out towards the people staring in from the side windows. “GET THE FUCK AWAY, YOU BUGS, YOU LIFELESS FREAKS, RELYING ON THE ONES WHO ARE SO GREAT TO GET POPULAR, JUST FUCK OFF, FUCK OFF AWAY FROM ME” He swung his hand off towards the group of people, a hissing sound filling his ears next as the onlookers quickly backed away, some even began to run away. Georgio unhooked his seatbelt, his head thudding against the thick, metal roof of the car. His body lay limp for a moment as he dragged his arms over to the shattered windows. The onlookers were now tens of feet away as he scratched his hands across the glass-covered metal, over to the broken window. He reached on the sharp, exposed glass, pulling himself through it as he ripped his fingers half off.

“Stop looking at me… STOP IT...” Half the people still had their phones out, glaring at him through their phone screens as his bloodied body slunk through the now burning vehicle. “Stop now..” The hissing was the gas line, it had torn the crash, exposing a manufacturing error in the test model. Gasoline covered his body as he dragged himself out, his half-conscious mind to realising it as the flames soon ran across the slick, black fluid. Filling the air with a bright, orange, red light. Next, came the screams. The screams of one man as he writhed in pain, stuck on the spilled gasoline as the onlookers stood there, safe, their cameras shifting into eyes to the lone man, burning alive in front of them. ‘Their eyes, they won’t.. Stop glaring..’ he thought, for the last time.. His last words begging for the passersby to stop their recording of what would be his death…

The bright redness of the flames turned into a cold darkness as all consciousness fled from Georgio.. He had awoken in a different place, one he didn’t know of. He had all the past memories as before, it felt like a dream for a moment, but it was all very real. So, where was he? He thought for a moment, before looking around, he was.. In a wooden room, on a soft cloth.  He glanced around the room and pieced everything together, he was not one for religion, but this could be AN afterlife. He was unsure, however. Some time passed, and he was taken by two individuals, and he couldn’t wrap his head over everything, he had his thoughts and his memories, but he could not speak. He moved through his life in a completely different world, unsure how everything chose to work. He forced himself to stay inside the clearly peasant household. No electricity, no phone, no tablet, not even any tv! He couldn’t understand it, and his “parents”... They were *poor*. He disdained them for that, he glared at them with discontent everytime they chose to stare back at him. He never grew out of it. As soon as he could walk, he started to exercise. He would basically do that his entire life, his willpower was really the only thing that let him move forwards in this new world. He would eventually get himself out of his room, at age 13, he appeared extremely pale due to barely seeing the sun, and he came out at night time, as well. His hair had grown very long, and he hadn’t bathed in quite some time, although his “parents” had made the effort. Being in a kids body felt gross the whole time, but he saw his age growing. He was very fit for his age, and he knew that for now, he must keep growing.

He at least started to treat his guardians with more respect, spending his time with them more frequently as time passed. He was still exercising frequently, however. He still didn’t leave the house, but he was more active in the day around the building. He still couldn’t believe he was in such an old, primitive world. He wanted to plan on leaving, but had no idea what to do after he left the house. He was in what seemed to be a kingdom, so he should probably go out in the wilderness. He was strong enough and smart enough to protect himself, he thought. He spent the next few years warming himself up to leaving, and that he did. After a very long few months of travel, he wound up back at the kingdom. He gave up on the idea that he could leave through the forest, and just returning there would be something he couldn’t fathom for a long time. He was just going to have to stick with the kingdom for now, and maybe leave another day.