WILLIAM JOHN STERLING
i'm so happy, 'cause today i found my friends full name
they're in my head
william john sterling nicknames
february 23rd sexuality
err... bi? year
dissociative identity disorder
i'm so ugly, but that's okay hair
'cause so are you
pale blonde, curls at the ends, tousled eyes
pale blue, thick brown lashes height
121 lb build
thin, delicate bone structure, long limbs, slender musculature personal style
modest clothes - aka jeans, v-necks, hoodies, t-shirts, sweaters, a lot of Nike high tops and slip-ons piercings/tattoos
none face claim
johan erik goranssen/johan lantz
we've broke our mirrors, sunday morning likes
is every day for all i care
raindrops on window panes
sappy romance novels
valentine's day gifts
playing the ukulele
smell of jasmine dislikes
being touched without consent
getting bad marks
waking up from a good dream
& i'm not scared. light my candles turn ons
in a daze 'cause i've found god
(depending on with whom) rough sex
riding on top
being tied up
being held tightly
filthy dirty talk
hard kisses turn offs
sex that lasts less than five minutes
being scratched too hard
excessively intimidating partners habits
stuttering, day-dreaming, humming, biting his lips, staring at the floor if he's uncomfortable, laughing if he's nervous strengths
his loyalty, his passion for the arts, his generosity, his faithfulness weaknesses
his gullibility, his lack of hand-eye coordination, his low self-esteem, his disorder aspirations
grow a few inches, find a handsome man or lovely lady to marry, adopt lots of kids fears
due to his disorder, he has an extraordinary collection of phobias: agateophobia (fear of insanity), acrophobia (fear of heights), eremophobia (fear of loneliness), carcinophobia (fear of cancer), blennophobia (fear of slime), illyngophobia (fear of vertigo), hypnophobia (fear of being hypnotized), lilapsophobia (fear of tornadoes/hurricanes), melissophobia (fear of bees) secrets
he has over 20 alternate egos, and he's secretly a freak in bed traits
loyal, naive, push-over, kind, timid, envious, sweet personality
Will is a kind, optimistic boy. He finds beauty in the little things of life, like a good mark or the first blossoms of spring. Jumping in puddles will always leave him squealing in delight, and staining his cheeks with red is easy with one little compliment. Bad-mouthing anybody, be an enemy, a friend or simply an acquaintance, is impossible, for the guilt he feels is never worth any harsh words.
Being very sensitive, it's easy to hurt his feelings. Crying is a sign of weakness he detests, but nevertheless, reducing the little blonde to tears is no hefty task. He does try to keep his chin up and ignore any mean comments he might receive, but by the end of the day, he will still be thinking about them restlessly, biting on his thumb and blinking away hot tears.
With Will, all you have to do is ask. Generosity is his middle name, and being helpful is his priority. Want advice? He'll rack those brains of his to give you some. Need money? He'll be pulling out cash before you even say the price. Feel like venting? His shoulder is practically a pillow, soaks up tears pretty well, too. If you just need somebody to hold you through the night, he'll do it, and he'll sing you a lullaby while he's at it. The boy is so selfless that it could be considered unhealthy, always putting others before his own well-being.
When it comes to sexuality, he's very much so a sensual being. He may not know it, but the image of a blushing, moaning blonde has been the undoing of many previous lovers (nearly all of them older businessmen). Outside of the bed, he's not easy to flirt with, and will become nervous at the slightest provocation; but if he's comfortable around you (aka you've already lured him into bed), he'll be arching and writhing and simpering in no time. Sex is an important part of his life, but he will never brag about it to anybody. Talking about his sex life is mortifying for him.
Something that must be kept in mind is the fact that this isn't his only personality. Yes, it is his original, true William John Sterling personality, but his disorder has stapled so many others to his psyche.
Filip, the masochist. When he takes on this personality, a thirst for blood in his mouth and the ache for the sound of crushing bones overpowers him. Filip tends to get into many messy brawls, always throwing the first punch, but never the last. As he lays, broken and bleeding on the pavement, a smile will always be etched onto his bruised face, because lying beaten on the ground is exactly where Filip likes to be.
Cameron, the asshole. This tough guy struts his stuff like his shit don't stink, nose high in the air and a cocky, shit-eating grin spread across his lips. Despite his small stature, a strange, intimidating aura surrounds this particular ego, making most people wither under his scrutinizing stare. Cameron still gets punched out a lot by the select few who refuse to take shit from a little blonde kid. He is also very homophobic, and tends to make rude gestures involving his hips towards pretty women.
Toby, the nerd. All William will want to do when he's in Toby's state of mind is curl up and read a book. He's snide and generally unpleasant, an introvert and completely awkward when it comes to general interactions. He dresses in argyle and is very, very gay and smothered by the scent of mothballs in that closet he's hiding in.
Chase, the slut. Chase is one of Will's more persistent egos; it's the personality he takes on most often. Chase is an openly gay prostitute who is a big fan of blow (the drug, but bjs are on his list of favorites too), and loves to please his clients wearing garters and corsets. He's snobby and very forward when it comes to getting what he wants, and is the very picture of sexuality. Chase is the one who flaunts the curves that Will tries to hide, Chase is the one who puts those pouty lips to use, Chase is the one who takes advantage of his flexibility... and because of Chase, Will has found himself waking up in a stranger's bed with no recollection of the past couple of nights on numerous occasions, with coke residue on his nose and jizz-soiled stockings. Classy.
There are countless others, but those are by far the most prominent. If Will isn't smiling in that gentle, shy manner of his and speaking softly, then chances are, it isn't Will. mother
claire sterling, 42, accountant father
john sterling, 46, lawyer siblings
older sister may, older brother todd, baby brother harvey significant other
tabby cat named ace, two rats hanzel and gretel. nationality
english place of birth
liverpool, england current residence
bangor, maine religion
Will's childhood was rather uneventful for the first six years. It was happy, of course, and he always had many playmates. His older siblings took him to the park twice a week, church every Sunday, and family movie night every Friday. Living in Liverpool was comfortable, but Will doesn't remember much from it.
It was when he was nearing his sixth birthday when his parents noticed something odd.
Will, generally a well-mannered and happy child, staring down his parents with a cold, calculating glare. He would jerk away from their touches, and speak in a hissing voice. "Who are you? Where's my dad? Take me back to the circus, he'll be sending the clowns to get me if you don't take me back now!' Or another occasion, where he ran around the house screaming and knocking over every vase or chair he could find, spitting at his mother's feet and punching his sister in the gut when she asked him to stop yanking Todd's hair. It was when they found him eagerly gulping down a glass of cider (a beverage he was known for absolutely hating) and talking to his father about Cindy, his girlfriend back in London, when they realized something was not quite right with him.
A few stressful trips to the doctor, then to the psychiatrist coupled with sessions with a therapist laid down the verdict young Claire and John Sterling had been fearing all along: Will had a multiple personality disorder.
From that point on, life wasn't so easy and organized. How could you be organized with thirty different people living in the body of one little boy? It was chaotic, and it didn't get much easier over the years. It was difficult for the couple to pump their son full of anti-depressants, and they knew how much he detested the therapeutic treatment, the full value of which he could not even receive due to his crippling fear of hypnosis.
The biggest question that nagged at them was what triggered the disorder? Almost always people got dissociative identity disorders from childhood trauma, and they had sheltered their son to the best of their abilities.
To this day, nobody knows what triggered it except for William, and it's a deep, dark secret he keeps buried away, a series of events that occurred when he was very young, something that shocked him so much that he basically discarded the memories completely. A sleepover at his cousin's house when he was four, usually such a happy event. Hot chocolate and Christmas carols, knocking down the neighbor's snowman before going to bed. His uncle, pulling the covers down from around his ears and telling him he has a present in the guest room. Childish confusion when he's undressed and kissed, terror when a searing pain crawls up his spine, tears, hot spatters of blood, goop on his thighs...
His fifth birthday. The whole family goes to the cottage over Easter Break. Going to the bathroom before bed, everybody's asleep, except for his uncle. A pain that was becoming familiar, but no less sharp and agonizing. A wad of toilet paper shoved in his mouth, fingernails breaking skin.
These instances kept occurring over the years, and Will found that if he slipped easily into another personality as it was happening, the event would be almost entirely wiped away, leaving behind only small residual impressions on his mind that he could never quite conquer. The first alter ego he remembered acquiring was that of the masochistic Filip, who took the rape with hardly a bat of a lash.
These personalities only really manifested after a solid year of these incidences, helping him cope with all the terrible things happening to him that he still didn't understand.
The memories have always been very hazy, the only clarity being the agony he remembers vividly. His uncle still picks him up from school on holidays and takes him to football games, clapping his shoulder and calling him 'sonny'. He never tried anything after Will turned seven, acts as if nothing ever happened, and it confuses Will too much to properly think about. It is his dirtiest secret, his greatest source of fear and shame, and the cause for his chaotic disorder... all of his insecurities and flaws stemmed from a handful of savage, hazy nights he has forced himself to forget, but will always nag at him from the dark recesses of his damaged mind.
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