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[RiverStorm]

Name: Lachlan (Means: Of the lake)
Age: 16
Height: 6 feet
Physical Identification: Human form: Brown hair, light skin, brightest green eyes you've ever seen, multiple scars on his arms from random accidents, likes to wear things like blues and grey.
Skill(s): Shapeshifter- 4 forms- Can become a silver wolf with bright green eyes, a hooded crow with green eyes, or a bobcat with green eyes. Oddly when he shifts back, luckily for him, his clothes are on him and not shredded.
Drawbacks because of skill(s): Identification: In all his forms, he keeps his bright green eyes and his scars. Personality: In all his animal forms, if inside a building or something like that, he becomes nervous and claustrophobic and mainly just wants out. When in wolf form, if he always want to be with other people. In bobcat form he just wants to be away from people, and when with people becomes aggravated. Flying: He's just an all round terrible flyer. Most of his scars came from crash lands.
He also can't talk to humans when in animal forms.
Family: River (Mother) Zen (Father) Thomas (Uncle) Tayn (Aunt) Alice (Cousin) Camilla (Cousin) and he also has a sibling.
Likes: Animals, his family, snow, winter, autumn, hiking, soccer, oh and his pet lizard.
Dislikes: Crowded areas, bullies, anyone who picks on his sibling or cousins, landing after a flight, his terrible flying skills, he hates needles
Quirks: He is very kind and is close to his sibling and cousins, highly protective,
Username: @RiverStorm

 

[HeavensHens88]

Name: Bleddyn (Hero Wolf in Old Welsh) Asfaw
Parents: Connor Asfaw and Ash Smith.
Yuuuuup, that flirtatious shapeshifter who threw her in the ocean came back for a second chance...
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Height: 5'6"
Physical Identification:

Typically clad in a hoodie, jeans, and baseball cap. Dirty blonde wavy hair that extends down just a bit below her shoulders; hates spending time on personal hygiene, so it's constantly tangled. Adorable dimples from her father that she despises, and she also got his wide, electric blue eyes; Mom's freckles sprinkle her face liberally. Fit, but not beanstalk-skinny. Every area of skin on her body is adorned with at least one scar.
Heck, yeah, she's a tomboy.
Skill(s): Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And it's killing her.
Drawbacks because of skill(s): Painful normality
Personality: Her outlook on life shoots from intensely dark to brilliantly bright, there's no between. Recklessly impulsive- no looking before she leaps here. Doesn't quite practice submission to authority, so you'll often find her in the principal's office for brazen contradiction. Most comfortable when she's in charge, but flexible if her determined superior has her idea of valid leadership qualities. Has a strong drive for anything she puts her mind to, and she'll go to obsessive lengths to satisfy herself. Literally cannot back down from a dare. Often finds herself in a verbal, physical, or mental vendetta with anyone who doesn't have the same strength of ambition as herself.
Tell her off to her face, you'll be verbally disgraced. Talk smack behind her back, and a punch she packs.
Strongly against feminism because if typical girls actually worked for it, they'd already be as awesome as guys. She's a spicy little pepper.
Extremely sensitive about her absent inhuman qualities. Bring it up, and she'll deflate instantly. Inadvertently suicidal; she wouldn't be here today if it weren't for her supernaturally gifted friends and family.
Likes: Mildly obsessed with skateboarding, ATVs, and rock climbing. Tough animals, and she ain't afraid of 'em. Barefooting, and she's pretty much wrecked her feet from skateboarding shoeless; they're typically bleeding to some extent 24/7. Insane storms.
She's really into woodworking. Her craftsmanship is on fleek. This girl could win trophies with her stuff.
Dislikes: Any medical professional- she views them as overpaid hypochondriacs. The color pink. Makeup. Nail polish. Anything other girls wear that isn't jeans or sweatshirts. Also, girls themselves who don't understand the definition of modesty. Kids secretly terrify her- and babies are another thing. Arrogance, entitlement, pessimism, cowardice: you won't find her chilling with anyone of these traits.
She has this intense hatred for babies. It's gotten a bit out of hand because she's constantly vowing mass elimination of all infants under her breath. No one knows what they ever did to her, and her parents are a b i t concerned.
Quirks: She's extremely sensitive to high pitched frequencies and such- probably the only superhuman gene she inherited from her mother. She can hear dog whistles, and certain ringtones will leave her crying in pain. Also, anything moving across chalkboards is the bane of her existence.
Constantly challenging people to arm-wrestling; she's actually won quite a few.
Doesn't shave and refrains from cutting her hair as much as possible- believes religiously in Samson's hairless downfall.
Has a beautiful singing voice that legitimately no one has never heard, and no one ever will.
Background: Her parents didn't see each other again after the Silence breakout until an accidental encounter in Switzerland (long story). Boom, and suddenly they're strangers in love and yadda yadda yadda all that gushy crap. Anyway, fast forward a couple years, and here's their first kid. They decide to give her a wonderfully ironic name, despite the fact that it's slightly masculine.
Years pass, and it's apparent that Bleddyn is slightly less abnormal than her parents. Ash sat hours atop a peaceful grassy rise, and her daughter always heard nothing more than whispers of skyward turbulence. Her father took her on countless instinct-evocative runs and replayed his beloved jump-scare reel of movies to the breaking. But Bleddyn always remained her unperturbed furless self.
Her parents were comforting and made her normalness their accepted normal too. Their daughter was nothing short of unconditionally loved; both of them were absolutely wonderful parents. Her inherently gifted cousins and friends treated her no different and raced with her through a fantastic childhood.
But, eventually, it hit her that she was different. And that reality hit hard.
She became obsessed with trying to unearth her absent inhuman gifts. Every day was a new opportunity to risk her neck in some feckless revelation scheme.
....
She got hurt. Badly.
Multiple concussions, horrific breaks, lesions the size of chasms.
Connor & Ash came close to losing her far too many times. After the first near-fatal accident, they became rightfully petrified and put her under house arrest.
...and she'd escape and do it again. No matter what lengths of restraint they went to, she always was a head above.
Soon enough, possible death was not even a concern of hers. She was desperate enough to take risks that had her mother crying more than she slept.
Then she heard the words "psychiatric confinement."
Bleddyn settled down quick. She took up placating woodworking, a craft that she was incredibly deft at from the start. Her overtly relieved parents obliged her new hobby with grateful wallets, and she soon had quite the inventory.
But that doesn't mean she's forgotten what she lacks. If someone is to mention her normalcy, she silently slips into a dark state of depression and is soon attempting another treacherous task.
She's a pretty comfortable student. She's diligent and knows a lot about random subjects that she throws herself into. Being that she doesn't really meet the conforms for any one social clique, Bleddyn moves around a lot and is seen with different people every day.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Name: Bleddyn (Hero Wolf in Old Welsh) Asfaw
Parents: Connor Asfaw and Ash (insert Tayn's last name).
Yuuuuup, that cute shapeshifter who threw her in the ocean came back for a second chance...
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Height: 5'6"
Physical Identification: Drawing a simple pic of her.
Typically clad in a hoodie, jeans, and baseball cap. Dirty blonde wavy hair that reaches down to just above her waist; hates spending time on personal hygiene, so it's constantly tangled. Adorable dimples from her father that she despises, and she also got his wide, electric blue eyes; Mom's freckles sprinkle her face liberally. Fit, but not beanstalk-skinny. Every area of skin on her body is adorned with at least one scar.
Heck, yeah, she's a tomboy.
Skill(s): Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And it's killing her.
Drawbacks because of skill(s): Painful normality
Personality: Her outlook on life shoots from intensely dark to brilliantly bright, there's no between. Recklessly impulsive- no looking before she leaps here. Doesn't quite practice submission to authority, so you'll often find her in the principal's office for brazen contradiction. Most comfortable when she's in charge, but flexible if her determined superior has her idea of valid leadership qualities. Has a strong drive for anything she puts her mind to, and she'll go to obsessive lengths to satisfy herself. Often finds herself in a verbal, physical, or mental vendetta with anyone who doesn't have the same strength of ambition as herself.
Tell her off to her face, you'll be verbally disgraced. Talk smack behind her back, and a punch she packs.
Strongly against feminism because if typical girls actually worked for it, they'd already be as awesome as guys. She's a spicy little pepper.
Extremely sensitive about her absent inhuman qualities. Bring it up, and she'll deflate instantly. Inadvertently suicidal; she wouldn't be here today if it weren't for her supernaturally gifted friends and family.
Likes: Mildly obsessed with skateboarding, ATVs, and rock climbing. Tough animals, and she ain't afraid of 'em. Barefooting, and she's pretty much wrecked her feet from skateboarding shoeless; they're typically bleeding to some extent 24/7. Insane storms.
She's really into woodworking. Her craftsmanship is on fleek. This girl could win trophies with her stuff.
Dislikes: Any medical professional- she views them as overpaid hypochondriacs. The color pink. Makeup. Nail polish. Anything other girls wear that isn't jeans or sweatshirts. Also, girls themselves who don't understand the definition of modesty. Kids secretly terrify her- and babies are another thing. Arrogance, chauvinism, entitlement, pessimism, cowardice: you won't find her chilling with anyone of these traits.
She has this intense hatred for babies. It's gotten a bit out of hand because she's constantly vowing mass elimination of all infants under her breath. No one knows what they ever did to her, and her parents are a b i t concerned.
Quirks: She's extremely sensitive to high pitched frequencies and such- probably the only superhuman gene she inherited from her mother. She can hear dog whistles, and certain ringtones will leave her crying in pain. Also, anything moving across chalkboards is the bane of her existence.
Constantly challenging people to arm-wrestling; she's actually won quite a few.
Doesn't shave and refrains from cutting her hair as much as possible- believes religiously in Samson's hairy downfall.
Has a beautiful singing voice that legitimately no one has never heard, and no one ever will.
Background: Her parents didn't see each other again after the Silence breakout until an accidental encounter in Switzerland (long story). Boom, and suddenly they're strangers in love and yadda yadda yadda all that gushy crap. Anyway, fast forward a couple years, and here's their first kid. They decide to give her a wonderfully ironic name, despite the fact that it's slightly masculine.
Years pass, and it's apparent that Bleddyn is slightly less abnormal than her parents. Ash sat hours atop a peaceful grassy rise, and her daughter always heard nothing more than whispers of skyward turbulence. Her father took her on countless instinct-evocative runs and replayed his beloved jump-scare reel of movies to the breaking. But Bleddyn always remained her unperturbed furless self.
Her parents were comforting and made her normalness their accepted normal too. Their daughter was nothing short of unconditionally loved; both of them were absolutely wonderful parents. Her inherently gifted cousins and friends treated her no different and raced with her through a fantastic childhood.
But, eventually, it hit her that she was different. And that reality hit hard.
She became obsessed with trying to unearth her absent inhuman gifts. Every day was a new opportunity to risk her neck in some feckless revelation scheme.
....
She got hurt. Badly.
Multiple concussions, horrific breaks, lesions the size of chasms.
Connor & Ash came close to losing her far too many times. After the first near-fatal accident, they became rightfully petrified and put her under house arrest.
...and she'd escape and do it again. No matter what lengths of restraint they went to, she always was a head above.
Soon enough, possible death was not even a concern of hers. She was desperate enough to take risks that had her mother crying more than she slept. An undisclosed funeral was already completely planned.
Then she heard the words "psychiatric confinement."
Bleddyn settled down quick. She took up placating woodworking, a craft that she was incredibly deft at from the start. Her overtly relived parents obliged her new hobby with grateful wallets, and she soon had quite the inventory.
But that doesn't mean she's forgotten what she lacks. If someone is to mention her normalcy, she silently slips into a dark state of depression and is soon attempting another treacherous task.
She's a pretty comfortable student. She's diligent and knows a lot about random subjects that she throws herself into. Being that she doesn't really meet the conforms for any one social clique, Bleddyn moves around a lot and is seen with different people every day.

Whew. Thats a lot of info.

I doubt Alice would have held back from healing her if she had unsupervised access to bleddyn when she was hurt. So maybe she knows that she doesnt get the adrenaline rush when she heals others.

Does dyn sound like Din or Dine?

 

[HeavensHens88]

Whew. Thats a lot of info.

I doubt Alice would have held back from healing her if she had unsupervised access to bleddyn when she was hurt. So maybe she knows that she doesnt get the adrenaline rush when she heals others.

Does dyn sound like Din or Dine?

Yeah, she and Alice work great as cousins, don't they?
Also, what's Tayn's maiden name (and therefore Ash's)? Do they even have one?

It's pronounced Bled-din.

 

[LavvyTaffy]

Name: Bleddyn (Hero Wolf in Old Welsh) Asfaw
Parents: Connor Asfaw and Ash (insert Tayn's last name).
Yuuuuup, that cute shapeshifter who threw her in the ocean came back for a second chance...
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Height: 5'6"
Physical Identification: Drawing a simple pic of her.
Typically clad in a hoodie, jeans, and baseball cap. Dirty blonde wavy hair that reaches down to just above her waist; hates spending time on personal hygiene, so it's constantly tangled. Adorable dimples from her father that she despises, and she also got his wide, electric blue eyes; Mom's freckles sprinkle her face liberally. Fit, but not beanstalk-skinny. Every area of skin on her body is adorned with at least one scar.
Heck, yeah, she's a tomboy.
Skill(s): Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And it's killing her.
Drawbacks because of skill(s): Painful normality
Personality: Her outlook on life shoots from intensely dark to brilliantly bright, there's no between. Recklessly impulsive- no looking before she leaps here. Doesn't quite practice submission to authority, so you'll often find her in the principal's office for brazen contradiction. Most comfortable when she's in charge, but flexible if her determined superior has her idea of valid leadership qualities. Has a strong drive for anything she puts her mind to, and she'll go to obsessive lengths to satisfy herself. Literally cannot back down from a dare. Often finds herself in a verbal, physical, or mental vendetta with anyone who doesn't have the same strength of ambition as herself.
Tell her off to her face, you'll be verbally disgraced. Talk smack behind her back, and a punch she packs.
Strongly against feminism because if typical girls actually worked for it, they'd already be as awesome as guys. She's a spicy little pepper.
Extremely sensitive about her absent inhuman qualities. Bring it up, and she'll deflate instantly. Inadvertently suicidal; she wouldn't be here today if it weren't for her supernaturally gifted friends and family.
Likes: Mildly obsessed with skateboarding, ATVs, and rock climbing. Tough animals, and she ain't afraid of 'em. Barefooting, and she's pretty much wrecked her feet from skateboarding shoeless; they're typically bleeding to some extent 24/7. Insane storms.
She's really into woodworking. Her craftsmanship is on fleek. This girl could win trophies with her stuff.
Dislikes: Any medical professional- she views them as overpaid hypochondriacs. The color pink. Makeup. Nail polish. Anything other girls wear that isn't jeans or sweatshirts. Also, girls themselves who don't understand the definition of modesty. Kids secretly terrify her- and babies are another thing. Arrogance, chauvinism, entitlement, pessimism, cowardice: you won't find her chilling with anyone of these traits.
She has this intense hatred for babies. It's gotten a bit out of hand because she's constantly vowing mass elimination of all infants under her breath. No one knows what they ever did to her, and her parents are a b i t concerned.
Quirks: She's extremely sensitive to high pitched frequencies and such- probably the only superhuman gene she inherited from her mother. She can hear dog whistles, and certain ringtones will leave her crying in pain. Also, anything moving across chalkboards is the bane of her existence.
Constantly challenging people to arm-wrestling; she's actually won quite a few.
Doesn't shave and refrains from cutting her hair as much as possible- believes religiously in Samson's hairy downfall.
Has a beautiful singing voice that legitimately no one has never heard, and no one ever will.
Background: Her parents didn't see each other again after the Silence breakout until an accidental encounter in Switzerland (long story). Boom, and suddenly they're strangers in love and yadda yadda yadda all that gushy crap. Anyway, fast forward a couple years, and here's their first kid. They decide to give her a wonderfully ironic name, despite the fact that it's slightly masculine.
Years pass, and it's apparent that Bleddyn is slightly less abnormal than her parents. Ash sat hours atop a peaceful grassy rise, and her daughter always heard nothing more than whispers of skyward turbulence. Her father took her on countless instinct-evocative runs and replayed his beloved jump-scare reel of movies to the breaking. But Bleddyn always remained her unperturbed furless self.
Her parents were comforting and made her normalness their accepted normal too. Their daughter was nothing short of unconditionally loved; both of them were absolutely wonderful parents. Her inherently gifted cousins and friends treated her no different and raced with her through a fantastic childhood.
But, eventually, it hit her that she was different. And that reality hit hard.
She became obsessed with trying to unearth her absent inhuman gifts. Every day was a new opportunity to risk her neck in some feckless revelation scheme.
....
She got hurt. Badly.
Multiple concussions, horrific breaks, lesions the size of chasms.
Connor & Ash came close to losing her far too many times. After the first near-fatal accident, they became rightfully petrified and put her under house arrest.
...and she'd escape and do it again. No matter what lengths of restraint they went to, she always was a head above.
Soon enough, possible death was not even a concern of hers. She was desperate enough to take risks that had her mother crying more than she slept. An undisclosed funeral was already completely planned.
Then she heard the words "psychiatric confinement."
Bleddyn settled down quick. She took up placating woodworking, a craft that she was incredibly deft at from the start. Her overtly relived parents obliged her new hobby with grateful wallets, and she soon had quite the inventory.
But that doesn't mean she's forgotten what she lacks. If someone is to mention her normalcy, she silently slips into a dark state of depression and is soon attempting another treacherous task.
She's a pretty comfortable student. She's diligent and knows a lot about random subjects that she throws herself into. Being that she doesn't really meet the conforms for any one social clique, Bleddyn moves around a lot and is seen with different people every day.

WOW

I wish I had your writing skills. *,~,*

 

[RiverStorm]

Name: Bleddyn (Hero Wolf in Old Welsh) Asfaw
Parents: Connor Asfaw and Ash (insert Tayn's last name).
Yuuuuup, that cute shapeshifter who threw her in the ocean came back for a second chance...
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Height: 5'6"
Physical Identification: Drawing a simple pic of her.
Typically clad in a hoodie, jeans, and baseball cap. Dirty blonde wavy hair that reaches down to just above her waist; hates spending time on personal hygiene, so it's constantly tangled. Adorable dimples from her father that she despises, and she also got his wide, electric blue eyes; Mom's freckles sprinkle her face liberally. Fit, but not beanstalk-skinny. Every area of skin on her body is adorned with at least one scar.
Heck, yeah, she's a tomboy.
Skill(s): Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And it's killing her.
Drawbacks because of skill(s): Painful normality
Personality: Her outlook on life shoots from intensely dark to brilliantly bright, there's no between. Recklessly impulsive- no looking before she leaps here. Doesn't quite practice submission to authority, so you'll often find her in the principal's office for brazen contradiction. Most comfortable when she's in charge, but flexible if her determined superior has her idea of valid leadership qualities. Has a strong drive for anything she puts her mind to, and she'll go to obsessive lengths to satisfy herself. Literally cannot back down from a dare. Often finds herself in a verbal, physical, or mental vendetta with anyone who doesn't have the same strength of ambition as herself.
Tell her off to her face, you'll be verbally disgraced. Talk smack behind her back, and a punch she packs.
Strongly against feminism because if typical girls actually worked for it, they'd already be as awesome as guys. She's a spicy little pepper.
Extremely sensitive about her absent inhuman qualities. Bring it up, and she'll deflate instantly. Inadvertently suicidal; she wouldn't be here today if it weren't for her supernaturally gifted friends and family.
Likes: Mildly obsessed with skateboarding, ATVs, and rock climbing. Tough animals, and she ain't afraid of 'em. Barefooting, and she's pretty much wrecked her feet from skateboarding shoeless; they're typically bleeding to some extent 24/7. Insane storms.
She's really into woodworking. Her craftsmanship is on fleek. This girl could win trophies with her stuff.
Dislikes: Any medical professional- she views them as overpaid hypochondriacs. The color pink. Makeup. Nail polish. Anything other girls wear that isn't jeans or sweatshirts. Also, girls themselves who don't understand the definition of modesty. Kids secretly terrify her- and babies are another thing. Arrogance, chauvinism, entitlement, pessimism, cowardice: you won't find her chilling with anyone of these traits.
She has this intense hatred for babies. It's gotten a bit out of hand because she's constantly vowing mass elimination of all infants under her breath. No one knows what they ever did to her, and her parents are a b i t concerned.
Quirks: She's extremely sensitive to high pitched frequencies and such- probably the only superhuman gene she inherited from her mother. She can hear dog whistles, and certain ringtones will leave her crying in pain. Also, anything moving across chalkboards is the bane of her existence.
Constantly challenging people to arm-wrestling; she's actually won quite a few.
Doesn't shave and refrains from cutting her hair as much as possible- believes religiously in Samson's hairy downfall.
Has a beautiful singing voice that legitimately no one has never heard, and no one ever will.
Background: Her parents didn't see each other again after the Silence breakout until an accidental encounter in Switzerland (long story). Boom, and suddenly they're strangers in love and yadda yadda yadda all that gushy crap. Anyway, fast forward a couple years, and here's their first kid. They decide to give her a wonderfully ironic name, despite the fact that it's slightly masculine.
Years pass, and it's apparent that Bleddyn is slightly less abnormal than her parents. Ash sat hours atop a peaceful grassy rise, and her daughter always heard nothing more than whispers of skyward turbulence. Her father took her on countless instinct-evocative runs and replayed his beloved jump-scare reel of movies to the breaking. But Bleddyn always remained her unperturbed furless self.
Her parents were comforting and made her normalness their accepted normal too. Their daughter was nothing short of unconditionally loved; both of them were absolutely wonderful parents. Her inherently gifted cousins and friends treated her no different and raced with her through a fantastic childhood.
But, eventually, it hit her that she was different. And that reality hit hard.
She became obsessed with trying to unearth her absent inhuman gifts. Every day was a new opportunity to risk her neck in some feckless revelation scheme.
....
She got hurt. Badly.
Multiple concussions, horrific breaks, lesions the size of chasms.
Connor & Ash came close to losing her far too many times. After the first near-fatal accident, they became rightfully petrified and put her under house arrest.
...and she'd escape and do it again. No matter what lengths of restraint they went to, she always was a head above.
Soon enough, possible death was not even a concern of hers. She was desperate enough to take risks that had her mother crying more than she slept. An undisclosed funeral was already completely planned.
Then she heard the words "psychiatric confinement."
Bleddyn settled down quick. She took up placating woodworking, a craft that she was incredibly deft at from the start. Her overtly relived parents obliged her new hobby with grateful wallets, and she soon had quite the inventory.
But that doesn't mean she's forgotten what she lacks. If someone is to mention her normalcy, she silently slips into a dark state of depression and is soon attempting another treacherous task.
She's a pretty comfortable student. She's diligent and knows a lot about random subjects that she throws herself into. Being that she doesn't really meet the conforms for any one social clique, Bleddyn moves around a lot and is seen with different people every day.

SHe is so awesome! Maybe Camilla, once I make her, they could be friends?

 

[RiverStorm]

@Watson what was Zen's last name?

 

[Rose Quartz]

Yeah, she and Alice work great as cousins, don't they?
Also, what's Tayn's maiden name (and therefore Ash's)? Do they even have one?

It's pronounced Bled-din.

Well she said she had one but i dont really have anything specific. Uhhh. Smith. We'll go with Smith.


Cool totally calling her Dyn then.

Alice is hiding her power mainly cause shes annoyed with everyone making a big deal about it. But as a secondary reason when she found out that she did have a power she didnt want bleddyn to be reminded that she was lacking.

The psy. Confinement is that somethingnunthat was done to her like a treatment or just a doctors reccomendarion that she take up a hobby

 

[cathloveydovey]

But you was in the PM, I thought you saw

no I didnt ;-

 

[HeavensHens88]

Well she said she had one but i dont really have anything specific. Uhhh. Smith. We'll go with Smith.


Cool totally calling her Dyn then.

Alice is hiding her power mainly cause shes annoyed with everyone making a big deal about it. But as a secondary reason when she found out that she did have a power she didnt want bleddyn to be reminded that she was lacking.

The psy. Confinement is that somethingnunthat was done to her like a treatment or just a doctors reccomendarion that she take up a hobby

Smith. Fantastic.

Knew that was inevitable. XP

Ohhh, that works great too, doesn't it? Alice healing her in secret could've masked even more damage she'd been doing.

Well, being that she'd end up killing herself, that became their only choice. But she heard that, and no way was she being jailed in a mental instability ward.
Woodworking was something she picked up herself, I guess. Yeah, a hobby was probably recommended.