it's kinda scary in the dark and the dim light

[hypercompetent]

Player Information
Player name: sisi!
Contact: asterisms. alternately just yell SUFFERING TEENAGERS into the abyss and watch me appear at your side.
Are you over 18: hella
Characters in the game already: newt (gimp)
Proof of Reserve: I'M FEELING VERY WRACKED.

Character Information
Character Name: Stiles "Jeff Davis Would Rather Pretend to Be Cool Than Give You A First Name" Stilinski
Canon: Teen Wolf
Canon Point: Post-3A. c:
Is your character Dead, Undead or Alive: Alive.
History: Um. Reclining in a horizontal...position...yeah I'm just gonna go.


Personality:

Stiles Stilinski is kind of like his car. Where two of his friends drive a Porsche and a Camaro, Stiles drives a beat up, vintage blue jeep.

Quirky to put it nicely, a weird loser otherwise, Stiles is sixteen years old and 140 pounds of sheer sarcasm, the human companion (not sidekick, thank you) to his werewolf best friend and his merry band of lunatics, and more or less the brains of the operation. Aside from his unique furry companions and the trouble they get him into, he’s your typical teenager—-generally cheerful, nerdy as anything, and with an attention span the size of a gnat’s. Stiles is more than he seems, however. Behind his clumsy, awkward, benchwarmer exterior lies an incredibly quick mind and a natural gift for solving puzzles and finding answers. Once he finds something that interests him, Stiles will research it to death, sucking up every bit of information that comes along with it like a sponge. He put together the clues to reveal that all of the murders in Beacon Hills had to do with an arson six years in the past before the people involved, and most of the time, he’s two steps ahead of everyone else in how they think—-if people ignore him, it usually turns out that he was right all along. His methods of extraction aren’t always normal (getting his father drunk to get him to spill information about a case, for example), but they’re effective—one part quick thinking and two parts Stilinski stubbornness does the trick. Despite the fact that Stiles is one of three humans, and certainly the only one with zero apparent supernatural powers or otherwise offensive talents, in his group, Scott would probably be dead without him. He’s a Hyper-Competent Sidekick, so much so that Derek occasionally borrows him for the same purpose.

The creepy crawlies in his life make Stiles jumpy and hypervigilant often, however, and he’s known to jump at just about anything that startles him, occasionally complete with girly very manly screaming. And while when it comes to heroics, Stiles is always the Robin, when someone needs a hero in a clutch, he can come through, although he second guesses this ability and downplays it. He’s brave, despite being a bit of a scaredy cat; while Stiles can be scared of a million different things, he’s almost never intimidated. Stiles will stand up to every monster that walks in front of him, including nearly running his jeep into a lizard monster to cause a distraction. More than anything in his life, Stiles runs on a basal need to protect the people he loves, but when you're surrounded by creatures of the supernatural and you're just a regular human, that can be hard. He struggles with feeling useless in his circle, and in one instance, he has to watch his dad get socked in the face while there's absolutely nothing he can do about it. This need to protect probably comes from his cop father, to be honest, and Stiles does literally whatever he can to stand up to anything that tries to attack his friends or family, be it a monster or just a megalomaniac grandfather. ”Standing up”, however, often includes a comment or six from his smart mouth; one of the consequences of his razor sharp wit is a bitingly sarcastic backlash that tends to hit in all the right (or really, all the wrong) places. He can be callous—in fact, he’s really not always that nice of a guy, particularly when it’s his emotions pushing his mouth to speak.

However, when it comes to being a friend, Stiles is one of the better ones. His loyalty is fierce and strong to his best friend, Scott, and he’d do literally anything to help him—as of right now, he’s one of exactly two people who know his secret. As a lifelong loser, he has a very small, tight knit group of people that are literally his world, and it’s only recently started growing. On the one hand there’s his family; Stiles lost his mother sometime in 2011, and the grief of that tightened the bond that he has to his dad greatly. Stiles and his father are extremely close, despite displaying your typical father and teenage son behavior—he denies the werewolf bite because he knows his father needs him. Stiles makes sure that his father watches what he eats to stay healthy, and Sheriff Stilinski does his best to keep Stiles safe. Beyond his father is Scott, his best (and as implied) only friend; the two of them are more or less joined at the hip, and Stiles barely even flinches when he learns about Scott’s becoming a werewolf. Nothing changes between them, and if nothing, Stiles takes on the opportunity to research and help Scott with his problems, furry or not. It’s actions like chaining him up for the full moon, or letting the girl he loved go find the boy she loved when he’d finally gotten a date with her (hint: that boy was not, and will never be, him) that show Stiles’ incredible care for those around him, no matter what they do.

Stiles loves to talk, though. In fact, once Stiles starts talking, he keeps talking. And talking. And talking. He has something to say about everything and it tends to get him in trouble, considering he can’t seem to turn on his brain to mouth filter during life threatening situations. His natural curiosity leads him to have a practical inbred resistance to the word “no”, and chances are if you specifically ask him not to do something, he’ll turn around and do it, unless you’ve managed to frighten him. (And even then.) He acts without thinking often, part of his Word of God diagnosed ADHD, and he’s impulsive enough to do things that benefit him, such as making a copy of a key to Scott’s house, without really thinking about why they could be wrong. (To Scott’s mother’s credit, she wasn’t surprised at all.) Sometime during the last year he was plagued with awful panic attacks, brought on by his mother’s death—it’s a quiet fact that he blames himself for her death, although it’s not clear exactly how she died yet. He’s self deprecating and overly happy when things go his way, because it doesn’t happen often; when it does, he usually celebrates, and occasionally doesn’t even know what to do with himself until his brain can connect with the actual fact of it.

The most important fact of all, however, is that Stiles is sixteen, and he acts like it. His emotional decisions can be rash, he has a gigantic crush on a girl that makes him follow her around like a puppy even as she continues to stomp on his heart, and sometimes his decisions are prioritized based on what feels the most important to his teenage brain. But ultimately, what makes Stiles so useful indeed (despite what he might think) is his quick mind, his willingness to go the distance for the people he loves, and his big heart.

Items on your character at canon point:

♛ one ugly flannel shirt
♛ one jawsome t-shirt
♛ skinny jeans
♛ shoes
♛ red sweatshirt.


Abilities, Strengths and Weaknesses:
See, the thing about Stiles is he's special in his lack of "special" qualities. He is extremely clever, and able to work his way through many incredibly difficult challenges. He's of average size--147 pounds of pale flesh and fragile bone--and not the world's fastest runner, although he's not half bad at it. His hyperfocus comes with a high price, but when he's able to focus, he can focus on something absolutely for a long period of time. He has fast reflexes from playing lacrosse, and is a very adept researcher. At sixteen, he's lived a supernatural warrior's life to say the least, and he adjusts really well to crazy situations.

Special powers wise, the only thing that comes to mind is his ability as a catalyst--his "spark". While we know little about it, we know that Stiles has some sort of either ability for magic, or an ability to conduct magic. It could be either at this point--it's something he's interested in learning about, but with the nightmare that the end of his season was, that can only happen in the future.


Samples
Network/Action Spam Sample:

[ stiles stilinski should not be trusted with an easter egg hunt, particularly one that comes from "evil overlords" (his words, not anyone else's) if only because he needs to find everything and try and figure out if there's a pattern to it.

as it stands, he's been gifted with a knife (useful), a...red cloak (ironic, not funny, but maybe useful as an extra blanket or something--he complained loudly upon finding it for...whoever to hear) and, well.

a firefly. which has been following him around all day. he's kind of gotten used to it at this point, so his constant companion is buzzing around behind his head when he cracks open an egg and finds a bird.

stiles stares at it for a second. ] ...Aw shi--

[ and then, scrambling backwards, he takes off running. he's seen enough of these things shock people today that he is really not interested in getting fried. so that teenager you see running through town being followed by a thrummingbird? that would be stiles, who ducks behind a couple of objects in his effort to throw said bird. these objects include other people.

occasionally, though, he does get shocked, and it's not unlike the kanima's venom--stiles drops to the ground and twitches a little bit, moaning an-- ] Oh my goddd. [ loud enough for any passerby to hear. ]
Prose Log Sample:

Sometimes, Stiles thought that the digital clock in his room actually judged him.

It wasn't that far-fetched of an assumption, to be honest. The red numbers were currently blaring him as he sat cross legged on his bed, drumming his fingers against the surface of his laptop, the only other light besides the judgmental 3:10 AM staring him in the face from across the room. To be up this late wasn't an abnormal experience for the teenager--his mind worked like a twelve speed bike that someone had cut the brake lines to-- but it didn't change the fact that he could practically hear the time being read off in his dad's voice. It's three in the damn morning, kid. Go to bed. I just got home.

Normally one of these binges would be an obsessive trek into the depths of World of Warcraft, or a long list of stupid youtube videos about how to fold paper or unlock a door with a shoelace (to be fair, that had been pretty useful.) But Stiles Stilinski's life had not been normal since his best friend had become a werewolf, and now, instead of video games and caffeine and too much adderall, he was hunched over his computer screen with a pen, a small dictionary (clearly labeled: LATIN TO ENGLISH), and an ancient looking tome labeled VETUS LATINA spread out over his lap. When the Bestiary, an ancient tome of All Things That Go Bump in the Night--not the dictionary definition, but Stiles's was more succinct and less stuffy--had fallen into their laps, Stiles had taken it on as his personal project, out of a combined sense of need to contribute to his best friend's general wolflihood, masochism, and sheer determination.

It didn't help that the Girl of His Dreams, literally, spoke archaic Latin. It was part of her perfect, terrifying charm. Plus, he could use it to spend more time with her, a thought that had eagerly sent him scurrying off to the library and scrounging around the language section until he'd come out with his new textbook best friend and a very grumpy librarian, who seemed none too pleased with his dramatic stumble off the ladder and into the shelf behind his.

"Speaking archaic Latin. That's gonna look great on a resume someday." Stiles mumbled under his breath, snapping back to focus as he turned the page of the ancient textbook--seriously, this thing looked like it was older than his father, and the Sheriff wasn't exactly a spring chicken--to a page full of grammar rules. It responded with a puff of dust as he turned the page, and as the teenager coughed, he managed an "Et tu, Brute!", waving the dust out of his face.

When his vision finally de-dusted and he squinted his vision back into focus, Stiles' eyes caught on the distinctly red numbers of the digital clock again. And, more importantly, another object, glowing bright red in the dark of his room at three in the morning.

"Ohmygod--!" Jumping about a foot in the air, Stiles managed to upend the book in his lap, the dictionary, and nearly sent his Macbook flying across the room in a massive, sweeping flail of his gawky limbs--the sight of Derek Hale, brooding Alpha of Beacon Hills, however, made his shoulders (and his arms, and his hands, and most of his body,) drop. Stiles snapped his head back up as Derek actually entered the room without a word, and hissed over the pound of his heartbeat in his ears, "Jesus freakin' Christ, could you knock?! "