Antony/profile

> "*No no no, no breaking chairs!*"
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## Antony

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## Personality

Stays true to the (underpaid) babysitter archetype. Although he often complains and rambles, Antony is extremely patient to other’s shenanigans and his own bad luck. He tends to find himself caring for others in an almost brotherly way and speaks in a familiar and casual way as if long friends catching up with each other. Antony is supportive and keep others company, but they often fall prey to his enthusiastic lectures about cultural anthropology. He's goofy and light hearted, speaking with his hands to exaggerate certain words. Even with his rather intimidating and large frame, he's reassuring and a gentle person who is willing to lend a hand.

However, he is prone to being teased because of his exaggerated reactions and being slow to catch underhanded things. He also suffers from indecisiveness, often self doubting himself and even having low confidence at times. So he developed a need to prove he's not a wuss (but he is) so he works out often and does his best to support others! Tends to avoid trouble as much as possible and reacts very exasperatedly because the universe just loves to prove him wrong! He is startled very easily and tends to resort to escaping, attempting to help others escape in the process because he's a Bro.

## Background

If misfortune was a person, it certainly took a liking to Antony.

Just as people around him were fond of him, misfortune did too.

That was how his grandmother would describe the frequent mishaps that followed him. From birth he has always encountered various forms of misfortune, simple mild inconveniences. They range from things constantly falling on him to completely breaking apart somehow without him exerting any force at all. This was how his grandmother gave his native name: Kitchi.

Brave.

For facing such a predicament from birth.

But how he acted certainly wasn’t one would expect a brave person to act.

As a child, his misfortune was his main source of childish misery, constantly crying and complaining about what sort of trickery misfortune had in store for him. Also because he has often visit his grandma who lived a traditional life as a Blackfoot, Antony had his share of supernatural encounters he had experienced personally and up close. Treating such beings with respect was engraved into him, mostly out of fear.

His grandmother, taking this seriously often performed smudging rituals for him which helped his bad luck as well, but mishaps would always return. Good luck charms were applied, which also seem to help keep things at bay, everything but misfortune. It continued to linger.

So eventually, Antony decided that this was how the rest of his life would be.

That guy whose carton of eggs would somehow slip through a hole that materialized in his bag and shatter open. Not even outside, it’s all over his apartment that he had just cleaned.

“Wh- No! I swear, I checked this bag-” He raises three fingers up to no one. “-three times! And, and…!” He stammers. “There were no holes! No holes at all…!” A sigh, rubbing his temples in resignation. “This is the THIRD time this week…”

He had been dealing with this up to his university life studying Cultural Anthropology in Canada. Misfortune could play around with his material possessions, but it could never waver his passion to learn about culture and people. His childhood was rough, things falling down, things chasing him, but his grandmother was his main source to appreciate the beauty of culture and to appreciate it.

So when his professor personally selected him amongst other students to attend to a panel, he was enthusiastic! His suitcase packed, he flew down to NYC where the panel was located. The plan was that he stayed there for a week and on the fifth day that was when he would attend the panel.

Which he missed.

Not because he had forgot. Certainly, he was late, but buses didn’t seem want to work in his favor so he opted to running on foot only to be splashed at passing by a group of children playing with water guns at a park.

Also, he was lost. Tired and frustrated, he marched through a nearby square with a compass rose, his suitcase full of books, papers, and journals as he tapped his phone trying to find his way around the city.

“Can this day get any…” He throws his hands out, voice weak and groaning in defeat. “Worse...?!”

‘Oh, yes it can,’ the city bell’s tolled.

## Trivia

* Knows how to prepare a smudging ritual himself. Smells like sage, sweetgrass, etc.
* Heritage stems back to Blackfoot roots
* His parents gave him the name ‘Antony’ to assimilate him amongst his peers
* Casually plays the wooden flute as a hobby
* Affinity towards feathers
* Very superstitious. Had personally experienced supernatural occurrences before.
* Has very nice hair. It feels very soft and silky.
* Often carries around his briefcase full of books, papers, and journals.
* Draws very well and illustrates often in his journals.
* Appreciates his native name, Kitchi, and considers it to be his real name.
* Has various of good luck charms in his home and some he has taken with, in his briefcase.

## Quotes

* > "*Any level of integrity... can never outweigh a person's life!*"
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― Antony to JC

* > "*You really are a dog licking at your master's feet*"
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― JC to Antony

* > "*DON'T GIVER HER IDEAS JACE. BECAUSE USUALLY IT INVOLVES*ME *TAKING ALL THE BLOWS*"
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― Antony to Jace about Val

* > "*It's tough out here... but I think when we're all together then it's not so bad. Yeah?*"
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― Antony to Pippa

* > "*My eight hours, man...*"
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― Antony to Jace

* > "*What I do believe is that, it's during times like that when it's not easy for us, it's important to help each other out.*"
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― Antony to Jace

* > "*I don't understand how you can be more concerned about my well being than your own*"
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― Jace to Antony

* > "*I've never seen ANYONE pull off the stuff you manage to do on a daily basis!*"
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― Juniper to Antony and his Bad Luck

* > "*Are you sure you didn't get those biceps by carrying all these burdens and concerns on your back?*"
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― Pippa to Antony

* > "*I see how hard you're working! And how you're like...a big brother to all of us! and I wanna say you're doing really well. but you need to, like....maybe not try so hard...! let lying dogs lie and all that??*"
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― Pippa to Antony