Zephyr Liakos

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ZEPHYR LIAKOS

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NAME:

[/b] Zephyros Lysander "Zephyr" Liakos
AGE:[/b] Sixteen.
YEAR: Sophomore
GENDER: Male.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual.
CELEBRITY CLAIM: Brant Daugherty.


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FAMILY:

Father: Lysander Nicholas Liakos -- Deceased, would now be 51.
Mother: Ada Anneliese "Elsie" Liakos -- Deceased, would now be 47.

Grandmother: Cyrilla Eleni Liakos -- 75
Grandfather: Nicholas Theodric Liakos -- Deceased
Uncle: Sebastian Theodric Liakos -- 45
Aunt: Elena Vara Liakos -- 40

HISTORY:

I grew up keenly aware of death.

It was natural, of course, that I was born just weeks after the death of my grandfather-- Papou Nicholas, my father's father, died of cancer in September of 1996. I was born right on my due date, November 14th, 1996, which is actually the day of the names Phillip and Gregory in the Church of Greece-- however instead, because they weren't particularly inspired to name me Gregorios or Filippos (my mother had an obsession with names ending in -os while she was pregnant with me, bless her heart), they named me Zephyros, like the Greek god of the west wind, but mainly, to them, I was Zephyr. Of course, after more traditional naming customs, my given middle name would be Lysander, as that was my father's name. Zephyros Liakos is a clunky name, but I lived, I can assure you.

I was born in Greece, just outside Athens (I know, not the greatest place to hail from nowadays). My father, Lysander (as his name suggests) was a native of the area himself, a man who made his living doing odd jobs (he loved working with his hands) and teaching when things were good. My mother, who went by Anneliese rather than her given name, Ada, was a native of Austria originally, but her parents, who I never really knew, were adventurers by nature, and she spent much of her life outside of her home country. It's hard to remember now, the stories of how they met, but they were perfect for each other, I remember that.

My early childhood was simple. It was lovely, really. We were quite well off and my father's family was close by. My mother spoke German, Greek, and English, as did my father-- well, save for the German, he was far too stubborn to learn it, since he wasn't raised on it. With all of the language around me, I picked it up quite easily. Of course, Greek and English were the ones important to the area, but I liked being able to throw around some German. It made me feel special in a crowd of little Greek children much like myself. I was a happy kid, but the environment I lived in shifted when I was about seven. Nobody told me why, but I knew something had to be wrong when Mama was gone so often, and Papa often had the same answer for me, one I can still hear if I think back; "Mama's at the doctor's, agoraki mou, let's go play."

What I didn't know was that they'd found uterine cancer in my mother, progressed so far at the time they found it that, despite their best efforts, not much could be done. she so quickly deteriorated I couldn't believe it, the cancer cells spreading to her bones even with the treatments. It felt as if one moment she was my Mama, taking care of me, devoting her life to being the amazing mother she was, and the next she was practically living in the hospital, looking lifeless, losing weight, and at only seven or eight I didn't know how to comprehend such a thing. My grandmother was now my primary caregiver, being that my father couldn't devote any of his time to me anymore; he had to be there for his darling Elsie, something I will never blame him for. He rarely left her side, not even for a moment. On November 29th, 2006, while I laid awake in too big a bed with my uncle Sebastian in my grandmother's home and my father and grandmother were at the hospital, Mama left us, shortly after my tenth birthday.

I was only a child, and it had barely been three years since they'd found out she was sick. I simply couldn't comprehend any of it, so I went along with my life, albeit quite sadly. My father could not do the same. He was already prone to depression; it ran in the family, though somehow his parents and siblings had been spared. He'd suffered from it as a young adult, and often said it was my mother who had saved him from it. Anyhow, my mother's passing plunged him back into it, and my grandmother immediately took us both in for good. She was, as always, a hard-nosed disciplinarian of a woman, but she was always loving. After all, I was her only grandchild. It was also around that time that my aunt Elena had decided to return home for a while. She had been living in California with her fiancé, until they broke up and she, as she put it, "felt home calling her".

It was pretty fun, actually, living with my grandmother, my aunt, and my uncle. They were a fun bunch despite all of the hardship. They'd adored my mother, but I never saw them falter for a moment when it came for being strong for my father and I. However, Papa's mental state only worsened. By the time I was eleven, he would at times discuss suicide in front of me, something that shocked me deeply-- not only would my father take his own life, he didn't seem to have much feeling about it at all. It was when I was twelve, in September of the year I turned thirteen, that Papa came through on his promises. I remember Elena picking me up from school, a rarity, being that she normally worked. She looked panicky, driving me around the area to find some way to entertain me, refusing to explain why we couldn't go home until she got a call from my grandmother. When she took it I knew it had to be bad, and she told me when she hung up that my father was gone, that he'd intentionally overdosed.

I won't go into the aftermath of my father in much detail, but despite him being the parent I was less close to, I felt it more than my mother's death. Maybe it was just that I could comprehend what was happening. I spent much of my waking hours curled up alone somewhere, lost in grief, feeling as if the world was out to get me or possibly that I would be next. It was in the middle of all of it that my Liakos family depression set in, so my father's death ushered in the current era, that of emotional pain, mental illness, and leaving Greece.

My grandmother, aunt, and uncle were all extremely supportive, and they call gave their lives to me as my mental state would deteriorate and then recover again, a vicious cycle of self-loathing and brain chemistry I could not control. I would not have blamed my family for sending me away at this time, but they absolutely refused. I lived in the home in which my father ended his own life, keeping the note he'd left for me because I saw it as all I had left of him. I still have it, though I know it would be a good idea to put it where I'll never see it again. After a while, my family began to think that a change of scenery would be best for me, so, when aunt Elena left for California again when I was fifteen, I went with her. It was certainly an adjustment, but the lack of a language barrier helped quite a bit, and I didn't mind living there, despite being away from the only world I knew. Of course, the scenery change only helped my mental health day-to-day; overall, I was still battling the depression, seeing a therapist, on medication I didn't love taking.

At the end of my freshman year (because of where I was in school in Greece at the time, in transferring I was a year behind where most people my age were, just an insignificant detail), Elena was promoted at work, obviously good news. The problem was that her hours were going to greatly increase, and she didn't feel right leaving me alone so often when I'd admitted to thinking the worst at times. Rather than ship me back to Greece and further mess up my comfort zone, she suggested boarding school, which we could pay for with some of the money left to me from my parents and help from both herself and Sebastian. So I began my sophomore year at Daze.

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APPEARANCE:

Zephyr is of an about average height, standing at about 5'11' or 6' sans shoes. He's muscular enough and not too skinny, but he's not exactly an imposing figure, either. He doesn't spend a whole lot of time obsessing over his body, and as a result he just kind of hangs out between the two extremes. The rest of his physical attributes can be considered about half his mother's and half his father's. His father was a more tan individual, while his mother was quite pale; as a result, Zephyr's skin falls on the paler side of tan. He has the thick, dark hair of his father, always kept short just from personal preference, and the very light blue eyes of his mother, that can be more gray or green depending on the light of what he happens to be wearing. As far as those articles of clothing he wears, Zeph doesn't spend too much time thinking about it. He likes jeans and long sleeved tee shirts, often sweaters, but he has no exact style, nor does he exactly care about clothes as long as he looks good. He's especially fond of clothing that doesn't make him look like anything out of the ordinary. Nothing that makes him look skinnier or more muscular than he is.

LIKES:

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-His family.
-People who are kind and understanding.
-Loyal friends.
-Language. Accents.
-Home.
-Love. Romance. Dates. Of course now, he needs a little convincing.

DISLIKES:

-Loss.
-Death.
-Depression.
-Being away from his family.
-People being insensitive.
-Homesickness.
-Depending on his medication to feel okay.
-Feeling as if he can't escape negative thoughts.
-Being alone.
-Crying.

FEARS:

-Becoming overly dependent on this medication.
-Letting his family down by becoming his father and causing them more pain.
-Losing more of his family.
-Suicidal thoughts.
-Despite at times having suicidal thoughts, he is still terrified of death.

SECRET:

-It doesn't take a whole lot to find out, but he prefers to keep his depression and all related things a secret from people he isn't close to in some way.

-That he is an orphan, though he's never been without family or a home. It's simply difficult for him to talk about, so he just tends not to bring it up at all.

-He's never had a real girlfriend, despite going out on a few dates here and there.

GOAL:

-On a short term basis, to make it through the school year alive and well.
-To return to his family in Greece after school.
-To overcome his depression and make his family proud.

MENTIONABLES:

-He's struggled with depression on and off for a few years, which has been worsening in the last several months. He's generally very careful about taking his medication, but worries that it's not as effective as it needs to be. Sometimes it just depends on the day. On his best day he can function about normally, and on his worst he's a wreck.

-Though the German is, as mentioned before, gone, Zephyr does speak Greek and English, Greek technically being his first language. Because he's had American influence, he can generally speak English without an accent.

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EXPERIENCE: 5 years. (Gettin' old.)
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