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PLAYER
» Journal: Episodic
» Birthdate/Age: 9/7/88 / 26
» Characters Played: N/A
» Re-App Status: N/A
CHARACTER FACTS
» Name: Stiles Stilinsksi
» Canon: Teen Wolf
» Reference:
» Canon Point: Season 4, Episode 8 "Time of Death," after his waking dream about Malia sharing his bed
» Gender: Male
» Age: 18, aged up
CHARACTER INTERPRETATION
» Appearance:

Standing at 5'10", Stiles is 140 lbs of lean muscle. He has brown eyes and on a good day, he gels his brown hair up. His style has evolved, keeping the flannel tradition alive but expanding to long sleeve shirts, v-necks and colored skinny jeans.

» Suitability:

Despite only being seventeen before setting foot on Atia, Stiles has been through more than some adults go through in half their lifetimes. His best friend is a werewolf, he's been physically attacked, been within an inch of his life ending several times. When need be, he throws himself at danger. There's a saying, if you're old enough to fight for your country, then you're old enough to drink. Well, Stiles has stood on the other side of a gun pointed straight at his head. He's been possessed by an ancient fox demon. He's also lost his virginity. On the practical side of things, Stiles had to become more of a caretaker early on in his childhood after his mother died. As immature as he can act, he's actually very adult, regulating his dad's calorie intake and trying to curb his alcoholism.

As for how Stiles would react to an island built on the foundation of sex, he'll adjust. Lydia and Scott being there will help immensely, it's true, but he could handle it if they weren't. Stiles isn't a prude, he's simply inexperienced. He's young and impressionable so his outlook on sex and what it means could easily evolve. While he has a basic teenage appreciation for it, this island can bring out something more. It will show him that there's more to sex than porn. There's awkward, funny, hot, and even bad sex. He'll hate the principle behind being there, hate that anyone would have to be forced, but he'd encourage people, especially the people he loves to not have to wait, to not make it about force or choice - or lack thereof. He'd especially have a lot to learn from Lydia. There have probably been nights where he'd admired how Lydia viewed sex. That she had it.

The point being, he won't be traumatized (any more than he already is) and he won't be scandalized. He'll deal with it like he deals with everything else: logically.

» Orientation:

Stiles Stilinski is a heterosexual human male. He has canonically shown interest in women. He had a one-sided crush on Lydia Martin for years. He kissed Heather, a former friend from kindergarten, kissed Katie, a girl at a rave, and has spent the better part of the fourth season in a relationship with Malia Tate Hale. Around the time that virgins were being sacrificed, he did exclaim to a locker room for someone to sex him now. He's asked Danny if he finds him attractive and he makes friends with drag queens in a gay bar. But, this only shows that he's comfortable with his sexuality. People in Beacon Hills were raised to be. Katie, the girl at the rave, does ask him point blank if he likes girls and boys. The question goes unanswered mainly because he remembers something about the case of the week, so-to-speak. But, that's all that moment is, a notion and probably a bread crumb for a certain breed of fans.

As for his sexuality itself, Stiles is monogamous. Even when he and Malia are briefly on the outs, he doesn't do anything with another girl. (Not that he has the time, but, the principle still stands.) He's a teenage boy, however. So, he definitely likes sex. He likes sharing his bed. He'd rather make out than study. And, he actually knows that having feelings for someone makes things like sex better. While, personally he isn't kinky, he's spent the season in a relationship with a werecoyote, mentioning specifically to Scott the scratches down his back.

Personality:

Stiles Stilinski was born out of a pure love between a man and his wife. A weird kid outright, it wasn't until after his mother's death, that he was diagnosed with ADHD. Living in a one parent household meant Stiles had to grow up at an early age. In a way, he became the man of the house, the responsible adult who made sure his father went to his doctor's appointments and stuck to his diet. This responsible side has grown through the seasons. He carries the financial burden on his back. He worries about his father's drinking. This side will always be present, if under the surface.

Being the son of a sheriff sparked a need to explore. Always adventurous, Stiles is the one who drags Scott out on that fateful night when he's bitten by Peter Hale - all to see if they can find a dead body. This sense of adventure, this curiosity evolves throughout the four seasons of the show. Stiles is the one who does research late into the night about lycanthropy. He launches his own investigation regarding the druidic sacrifices, the nogitsune's intended targets and the dead pool. He can be obsessive, preferring to string colored string together. He studies pictures of murder scenes in class. He makes copies and collages of evidence. He really is his dad's son. At first, it could be argued that Stiles was more a sidekick (much to his chagrin), he has grown into much more of an equal to Scott and everyone. People look to him for ideas and for plans and Scott turns to him often.

Despite being one of the only humans in Scott's pack, Stiles is brave. He's faced down the barrel of a gun. Where at one time, he feared it - in Weaponized, he stood up to the Chemist, a mercenary for hire. He doesn't hesitate to investigate Eichen House with Lydia or Lydia's grandmother's cabin with Malia. He investigates and slowly unravels the mystery of the motel in the third season. He even takes siege on the hospital with a baseball bat. While sometimes that bravery is foolish, it never wavers. He doesn't hesitate in sacrificing himself to the nematon to save his father, scott's mother and allison's dad, even though he knows there will be consequences. And on the mundane side of things, before he and Lydia had a deeper, more even-sided friendship, he walked right up to her and asked her to dance at the formal.

Unfortunately, along with Scott, sometimes his bravery comes in the form of not well-thought-out plans. Kidnapping Jackson, kidnapping Liam - actually, most of their poorly put together plans do involve kidnapping. Stiles is bad at coming up with convincing lies, but he always means well, whether it's to protect Kira's camera from being found or protecting his father altogether.

For three seasons, Stiles fully believes that not telling his father about everything will save his life. And then his father is kidnapped. After this, he and his dad are shown to have grown a lot closer. But, despite that, he still goes off without asking. He goes to Mexico to get Derek back. Without asking. But, his dad also has a lax relationship with him, letting Malia sleep over. While he protects his dad, his dad protects him right back, reminding him multiple times that he is the dad in this relationship. Other than Scott, Stiles' dad is the most important person in his life.

He's grown in leaps and bounds from a scared kid who felt like he was drowning. The trauma of his mother's death has always haunted him. The events of the first year with Scott have imprinted on him, but it's clear between seasons two and three, he's grown a thicker skin. He's dealt with all kinds of abuse, having spent weeks dealing with a form of PTSD. Night terrors plagued him. Gerard, Allison's grandfather, beat him. And in season 3B, the nogitsune possesses him, sapping him of his energy and sanity. He lives with a lot of guilt, guilt over his mother's death, guilt over his father's job (he even gets his father suspended temporarily in the second season) and guilt over everything he did as the nogitsune. While in season four it's depicted that he's mostly gotten through it, it's still clear that it affects him - and everyone. The nogitsune still killed Allison. But, Scott and everyone has forgiven him and that goes a long way. Stiles has hardened, his pain tolerance has heightened, and he sees protecting Beacon Hills as a duty now. He takes his place in Scott's pack seriously. He helps initiate the search for Derek at the beginning of the fourth season.

Darkness aside, on the outside, Stiles comes off as a well-adjusted teenager. He practically breathes sarcasm, once describing sarcasm as his only defense. He always has a quip ready and he's mastered his 'what the fuck' face. His eyerolls are legendary. Unfortunately, his mouth tends to get him into trouble, too. He doesn't know when to quit and he's quick to call people out on their crap. He nicknames people, usually rudely, and he openly goads Derek in the first two seasons. When nervous, he tends to ramble. He's hardly ever at a real loss for words, but circumstances can happen where he's left speechless. (This. Is. Rare.) Stiles can be really irritable. He can be easily annoyed and he doesn't hide it. Stiles doesn't have what you'd call a poker face. Normally, if he's feeling something, it's apparent. He's not very subtle. He will annoy someone to get them to do something. For example, he annoys Danny hardcore on the bus to find out what's bothering Ethan. Stiles' thought process and speech pattern also varies thanks to his ADHD. He can be distracted very easily. He can be spastic. He gestures emphatically. He's very expressive, whether that means facially or physically.

Despite his ADHD, Stiles is very smart and very clever. In the earlier seasons, What he doesn't do is apply himself properly. But, by season four, it's shown that he maintains an effort to keep up with his studies. He takes the PSAT's seriously despite drumming with one pencil, chewing on another and using a third. He connects novels they're reading in class to circumstances happening around them, latching onto the theme of the unreliable narrator. He makes logical leaps - following ideas to their logical conclusion. He's great at common sense and situationally hyper aware. He can be mischievously clever, having caused a classmate to hurl on the bus so they'd stop (and Allison could save Scott). He's been shown to pick up concepts quickly. But, he also lives with a minor form of dyslexia that flares up under stress.

In all honesty, especially in the earlier seasons, he can be a little shit. He can get cranky. He doesn't hesitate to tell off Scott's father when he comes to town suddenly. He makes unhelpful side comments. He can be a bit of a dick, for lack of a better term. But, that part of him has softened immensely and only emerges when he or his friends are threatened. Sometimes, he's purposefully difficult just because he knows it bothers somebody. Because he can be. As stubborn as he can be, that's also lessened over time. He knows he needs to be flexible, especially because they can't see everything coming.

Stiles is unconventional. He's weird. He always has been. He prefers the geekier fare. Where once he played World of Warcraft, now he stays up later thanks to werewolf business. He likes fantasy and science fiction. In a way, Scott becoming a werewolf is like a comic come to life, but he's well aware now how real it all is. He's very aware of mortality and how close to death they all are every day but it's something he's at peace with.

When it comes to every day high school activities, Stiles chooses lacrosse and cross-country running. With lacrosse, he wants to be good enough. He even has his teen triumph moment when he makes a goal. But, it's shown in the fourth season how not coordinated he still is, not naturally. He does have to train. He has to exercise. He has to practice.

While Stiles isn't quick to trust, once you've earned it, he is very loyal. He will go down with his ship (his ship being his back) and he'll begrudgingly work with you if need be. (Read: Derek in the earlier seasons and Peter Hale in the current one) But, when it comes to people like Peter Hale, he is always wary. It's proven in season 3 during the episode "Visionary," he highly doubts Peter's story. If only because it's being told by Peter Hale. He motivates his friends when he can. reminding them of what they can do. He's there for them, sometimes ignoring his own problems. His distrustful tendencies have manifested as full blown paranoia, worrying about Liam when he joins the lacrosse team. And now that the dead pool is bringing hunters out of the woodwork, it doesn't help. Two classmates were hunters.

Stiles' views on love and sex have also evolved. At one time, he had a very painfully one-sided crush on Lydia Martin. Toward the end of the second season, Stiles becomes somebody Lydia can lean on, being in the dark of all things wolf-and-kanima-related. But, their friendship deepens. It's now more unconditional than anything and he doesn't see Lydia as unobtainable. She's a person, now. A person who believes in him, whom he'll protect. Despite a few stops and starts with girls, the relationship that impacts him most is his relationship with Malia Tate. A flirtation during a stay in Eichen House blossoms into a full-fledged relationship. Things go from zero to sixty in that Malia sees this as imprinting. Stiles is hers. She claims him. He's pack. She'll let anybody else die on the way, but Stiles, she'll save. Both Scott and Stiles help Malia with her werecoyote side, but Stiles personally tutors her in manners. He doesn't judge her. He covers for her. But, he also has no problem making out with her. She's a real live relationship and the only reason he fucks it up is his perpetual need to protect those he cares about. He even grounds her during her first full moon at Lydia's family's cabin. He's there for her, not scared if she'll attack him because he knows she won't. He believes in her.

Of course, it wouldn't be a Stiles personality section without mentioning the heterolifemate of his life, Scott McCall. After meeting at an early age, the two bonded and have been inseparable ever since. Several characters make references to their codependency. Stiles has described Scott as his brother. Jokes abound that they're in a relationship. Stiles texts him constantly, bothers him at all hours of the night. They discuss everything. Stiles is the first person Scott goes to about money he finds in season 4. When you get Stiles, you get Scott and vice versa. They can almost always be found together. They are the definition, the paragon of what best friends can be. In Motel California, he puts his life on the line for Scott, stepping into a puddle of gasoline to take a flare out of his hands, to save his life. Scott's worst fears are spoken allowed and he reassures Scott that he's not nobody and that he needs him because they're brothers. Scott is Stiles' end all and be all. (Not romantically.)

SAMPLES

» First Person Sample Choice: TWO

[ The close-up is what's seen first as he pushes the button he needs, activating the video. He sits back and raises a hand, palm facing outward. It's a wave frozen in time, but it's still a wave. ]

Yo, Atians.

[ The face on the screen is friendlier than perhaps the last time they saw him. You wake up naked with a collar strapped to your neck and you get Saw-levels paranoid. Especially, because there's a communication device beside your bed. Correction: the bed you woke up in. But, Atia, Stiles has gotten the rundown, he's staying on his best friend's couch and he's not alone. He has nothing against you. The collar, the cake or death or sex scenario he's been placed in, that he's a lot less fond of. You see, Stiles likes sex, what little he's had of it. Don't get him wrong, he's had a great deal, but it's been with one part-coyote girl. That does not make him a sexpert. Neither does his browser history he deletes nightly.

Suffice it to say, his first foray into social cues on the island met more hostility. This time around, he's ready, he's been briefed, and he has a few things to say.

Also, he's dressed, that's a big deal, too.

Stiles brings his hand back down. ]

First off, I'd like to [ He glances off screen, past the network at large, as if someone's there coaxing him. His eyes find the camera again. ] apologize for the way I acted. I see now that waking up naked and afraid is the norm around here. I didn't mean most've what I said, my dad will not find me and shoot all of you. And my friend, Scott - you probably know my friend, Scott - he will not be clawing your eyes out. He's a really nice guy, like, Ward and June Cleaver levels of nice and none of you did this to me. Also, it would be inaccurate, cause he keeps his nails trim. I just said a lot in the heat of the moment. You're all not crazy. Well - some of you are pretty crazy, but that was probably true before you ended up here and that's not something I can change.

Or, something I should be commenting on. Notice I'm not naming any names [ You know who you all are. ]

Moving on.

So, my buddy here filled me in on, you know, the rundown. Why we're here, the long, the short, and the kinky and that's all well and good, but he also told me that I've been here before. That I've been here several times before. So, if I may have brushed you off originally, because I thought you were all crazy, voyeuristic child pornographers, we definitely got off on the wrong foot. Like, without a doubt. And I just wanted to say that if we were friends before, give me a shout out. Maybe, tell me your name, where you're from. How we know each other - Biblically if that's applicable - and maybe, let's say, a memory of the two of us. I'll tell you right now, I won't remember it, but it doesn't mean I don't want to know about it.

Back home, I didn't have the [ How can he put this without sounding like a total high school loser ] widest array of friends, so it's kind of cool that I made some here.

Oh, and if we didn't know each other, feel free to say hi, too.

[ He looks off screen again, not knowing where else to go. He mouths 'What?' ]

Oh, and -- tha-anks? [ He nods, looking back to the camera. ] Thanks. Thank you all. In advance.

[ His lips come together and he nods, leaning forward and shutting the feed off. Unfortunately, he just turns the video function off as the audio still plays. Clearly, he's still having a conversation with someone... ]

And raise your hand if that felt like you were giving some kind of apologetic Sex State of the Union. State of the Stiles, wherein, I either thank them for having sex with me or that they're going to have sex with me. Did you thank any girls you had sex with? Is it ... polite or does that ruin things? Did I just single-handedly ruin any ounce of game I know I don't even have on or off this island? Next time we should get cue ca--

[ The voice function finally times out. ]

» Third Person Sample Choice: ONE

Waking up is bittersweet.

This feeling of release has to have resulted from a dream he can't remember. Or, a part of the one he can. Two people getting comfortable in bed is a process, especially with someone as gangling as Stiles. It takes a few tries, but they find a position that works. If he opens his eyes, then he'll remember that he's not in bed with Malia Tate. No, Malia Hale, he has to remind himself. Which is a part of what ruined everything. No, Stiles can't blame Malia's real name. But he can blame wanting to protect her and he still doesn't know what the right call was. In their lives, protecting people keeps backfiring.

He stretches out, his limbs betraying his desire to not move, to stay in bed. Any other morning, he might take himself in hand, take care of the electricity he's feeding off of, the sense that the night before he'd done things, things that were only in his imagination and, weeks before, on computer screens. But, that's not possible. Because he'd betrayed his girlfriend, the girlfriend who'd chosen him, possessively. Stiles had been hers.

It's hard not to worry if that will remain past tense.

He brings a hand up to his face, lightly scratching an itch on his cheek.

Speaking of betrayal, the light is betraying him, shining extra bright this morning. The rays of the sun mock him, much like his own mind did the night before - and does now, to an extent. He shouldn't feel sated. He doesn't deserve release. It's the last thing on his mind. It's a day of betrayals all around because he has to work with Allison's father. The plan is simple: alert the Benefactor to Scott McCall's death, convince him he is dead thanks to Kira's heartbeat stopping jolt, catch-slash-unmask the Benefactor. Stiles is for either one at this point. Either scenario will bring them closer. He shifts, rolling over, pressing his head into his pillow. It's at this time, the early mornings just after he wakes up when he remembers that Allison is dead, that the Nogitsune spread chaos using him and then his body. Chris, Scott - they don't blame him and he knows that. But, that doesn't mean Stiles still doesn't blame himself, or that he won't always.

It's this moment every morning when he has to force himself to wake up.

With a groan and a sigh, he slides out of bed, eyes finally opening. If it's not the ornate architecture around him, it's the cold marble floor that wakes him completely. He inhales, getting a long look at the room he's woken up in, one toe on the ground. The columns stick out, the furniture that must cost more than his house - the sheets he finally notices, leagues softer than the ones he owns. Running his fingers along them, he looks back up, standing to get a 360 degree view.

It's then that he realizes he's completely naked.

Normally, it's his room, he has a closed door - but, this isn't his room and he reflexively pulls one of the sheets off the bed, wrapping it around himself. Whomever put him here will have to deal with his private parts pressed against them. Granted, he was laying in them, too, but those are his thoughts right now, irrational or not! The balcony doors give him further pause as he wills his feet to move forward, the second district coming into view. A few shaky breaths in and out, and he realizes he's awake. He's not dreaming. So, not only has he been kidnapped (and stripped of his clothes), but he's been moved - moved somewhere -- European, he'd bet. Greek, he'd even put his money on. But, how could he not notice before removed from his home and taken to Greece?

Especially, when he'd never been outside Beacon Hills.

Ever.

Is this Peter Hale payback? Break my daughter's heart, play find your way back to your home town? Oh, and find clothing along the way?

Immediately, he hurries back through the doors spotting the clothing he'd gone to sleep in folded by the bed. Dropping the sheet along with his modesty, he frantically pulls his boxers and t-shirt back on, still feeling vulnerable. A feeling of queasiness washes over him, possibly from trying to remain calm. He knows things aren't dire, he knows he's alive, but everything else - the plan with Scott, his dad. Scrambling to the bathroom, he braces himself against the sink, taking deep breaths. Head down, he doesn't move, pushing down the feeling that he's going to be sick.

Turning the ornate faucet on, he splashes water on his face. He pushes one handle back inward before grabbing yet another soft towel to wipe his face and that's when he sees it.

Bringing down the towel, his collar is in plain sight. He furrows his brow in confusion, leaning forward to inspect it, lifting his chin. His fingertips lightly trace the underside, freezing by the side of his chin. One step backwards turns into two and then three before he goes into search mode again. Collars meant prisoners which meant there had to be cameras - something. The ceilings are two high but he convinces himself one of the dots above him is a small camera.

Calming himself down again, his gaze falls back to the bed where he finally spots it.

A phone.

Please let it be that easy.