Name: 

Tyson-Travien Whiston (The poor kid, his parents couldn't agree on one name for his first name so they gave him two. He despises both of them and prefers to be either called Ty or Vien or Tyvien when you put the two together. He would often introduce himself as either one depending on which one he feels like on the day. He answers to all however).

Age: 22
Faceclaim: Freddie Raynor

Occupation: Apprentice / Trainee doctor

Personality: 

On one hand Tyvien (What I'm calling him in this which is a mix of his nicknames) is not the loudest of the bunch however on the other, he is not the quietest. He will make an effort to make conversation if there is need to and he often feels uncomfortable just sitting or standing when all around him is silent. He feels like there needs to be things spoken. Thus, he would make an effort. That said, there are times he is comfortable with silence. The type of silence that warms your heart when no words need to be spoken. A picture can tell a thousand words.

Tyvien will crack jokes, however most of which in his opinion are lame. Often one can find him smiling of true happiness, also laughing with his eyes sparkling in humour. He finds nearly everything that is meant to be funny, funny. Even if it were not meant to be. He likes to take things light heartedly.

It is rare to get him angry, nearly impossible on occasion however when it is something he really, truly cares about he can get angry quickly. When he does become angry he is a monster to be reckoned with. When he is angry, no one can reason with him. He will yell, he will shout and at times when it reaches a certain point he can become violent. However, knowing this whenever he realises he's reaching that limit he would either block you out, shut his eyes and try to calm himself, or just leave entirely. It's better that way for both the other person and him. He doesn't want to do something he'd regret.

Paired with the occasional anger, he is as stubborn as a mule. Once he has his heart set on something, it is hard to change his opinion. Nor will he let something drop if he feels passionate about it. For a lighter example, coffee. He has never tasted it and refuses to. He lets everyone else drink it, however he, himself refuses to, scared that he may get addicted. He would rather spend the money others spend on coffee on something else. Also, he does not wish to rely on it. It is simply against his own to drink it. If one does see him drinking it, something is seriously wrong most probably with his brain. 

Like most, he wants to see a smile upon everyone's faces. To see that magical twinkle in their eyes. He will try to make everyone around him happy, unless they make him unhappy if so, refer to the monster above. Everyone loves being charred and roasted into a brilliant dish, I am sure. He will go out of his way to make people happy and due to this he can be self-sacrificing. And not in a good way. He will do nearly anything people tell him to do as long as its not killing himself. However he would willingly including signing himself up to be whipped if it meant seeing a smile on others faces.

He can be a touch oblivious at times and on the other hand jump to conclusions quickly and when those conclusions are reached, he will continue to believe they are true. For an example at times he won't notice if you aren't okay unless it is obvious. However at other times you could be perfectly happy however he would believe something is wrong and try to force you to tell him.

He values the truth. If need be, give him the facts straight and cold. He would rather it over nothing. He also loves being in the know and hates being left in the dark. If he is left in the dark with someone he cares about be it a friend or a loved one, he will feel a touch of betrayal and loss of trust even if it has nothing to do with him. He wants to be there for them, and if they do not tell him how can he do that?

Those he truly holds dear, he would never betray. He would love them to worlds end. He would shower them in presents and he can be quite the romantic if he chooses to be. He can also be overly jealous particularly if someone if acting the exact way they do to him and they are someone he holds dear. But even that doesn't have to happen for him to get jealous and in some aspects angry...

Depending on the person, he also can be quite playful. He loves just mucking about like a little child with no care in the world. Sometimes he wishes he was just a little child.

He is also really protective and hates the idea of losing someone. It often isn't to the point of unbearable, however if someone is to go out alone at night he would rather be with them for protection or convince them to go in the morning.

He will load all the work upon himself, refusing to let others take any share of it even if it means he has to pull a full all nighters. He would do it, especially it meant money for him or benefits himself or others. 

Likes:

- Children

He just generally likes little kids, loving to play with them hear them laugh and see their smiles on their faces knowing that not only are they genuine but they are often having the time of their lives.

- Piano

He has an old piano at home that he loves playing, particularly when his younger sister accompanies either by playing or most likely singing despite how terrible of a singer she is. He loves her and she's there, that's what matters.

- Chatter

He hates the silence one gets in a room, where no one knows each other. Each are wondering what to do or are boredly doing something or rather. Even if everyone knows eachother yet each is just standing there, doing nothing with nothing to say, he hates it. He prefers rooms with chatter, even if he is not participating it just feels warmer, livelier. That said, he can stand no chatter if he is alone or if it is one of those moments where no words need to be said.

- Being with those that he holds dear.

Even if they are both doing something different and not talking to each other he just likes to be those he loves.

- Giving presents

Who doesn't love presents! It's the best way he finds he can describe his feelings and seeing the smiles on others faces is worth it! Even if it is a bit forced... Not that he can tell.

- When others confide in him and seek his advice.

It truly warms his heart and beings a surge of pride within him. There is no better confident booster... Except maybe meaningful compliments.

- Any fruit except melons par watermelon.

- Pasta

Dislikes:

- The feeling of being insignificant or able to be replaced.

Particularly strong when it has to do with someone he holds dear. It can spark jealousy which in can turn cause anger. It can also make him act a bit weirder then usual, going out of his way to make that person feel special. It also causes him to doubt himself.

- Lies

Can be linked to betrayal and loss of trust. Even if it is a white lie, he prefers to be told the truth including the cold hard ones.

- Violence

Both acts of others and himself. Why can't everyone just get along and be happy? Why do people have to fight and go out of their way to deliberately hurt others? When he, himself does it out of rage it ends in him hating himself for doing it and distancing himself.

- People worrying or focusing on him.

He hates it, he would rather the focus be on them and often brushes off their worries.

- Coffee

Others can drink it, he, himself, hates the idea of it. Not the taste, the idea of drinking it.

- Tea

This one he cannot stand the taste of despite what type it is.

- Most types of silence

- Talking about his father.

No comment.

Flaws:

- Violent when angry

- Can both be oblivious and jump to conclusions far too easily

- Stubbornness

Talents:

- Piano

Having played it by a young age and taught by his late father

- Work ethic

When he gets into his work, he lets nothing and no one bother him even if it means locking the door so no one can bother him. He also would miss meals and do all nighters if it means getting the work done.

- Protecting himself and others.

He surprisingly is pretty strong, perhaps due to the physical work he does around the house or the gym he does every day to keep himself fit purely to be able to protect his family if the need arises.

Feelings on the selection: He is keen to give love a go, however a little shy and nervous whenever he thinks about it. Sometimes he wonders why he signed up but he's looking forward to it all the same. It will be a chance in a lifetime after all. The only thing he regrets is leaving his family for it even if it is for a brief amount of time. 

Backstory:

Although his family, themselves are not farmers he grew up on a fair bit of land. Land as far as the eye can see all green with lush trees almost from a dreamland. His mother loves gardening and often is found in the garden or cooking. The doors are always thrown wide open for the air to come through. That's where he grew up. In a warm and happy family with smiles all around. He always was playing with his younger sister, when she was a toddler his favourite was aeroplane where he would spin her around in his arms. He still does it now occasionally. He also loves climbing the trees and playing the piano as she sings. To his family, she is the life of the house. She also played a large role in him entering the selection. Her fairytale imagination and dreamer constantly imagining what it would be like to have true love and he couldn't resist he pleas and begging for him to enter. She also assured him the family would be alright without him, that she would take care of them however he somehow doubted it. She is only fourteen after all.

When he was a mere age of eight and she was two their father passed away. It was sudden like a lightening bolt and came as a shock to the whole family. One of the few reasons he hates talking about himself, although Stephanie was two and cannot remember a thing, he? He can remember everything. The news, his mum collapsing on the couch. The tears that sparked in his eyes as his heart plummeted down his chest.

He remembers his mother in the kitchen, happily humming to herself with an apron wrapped around her waist. His little sister was on the carpet in the loungeroom happily playing with dolls. The sky was dark and the doorbell rang. His mother threw her head back calling him to go answer it. His little feet padded against the wooden floor of the hallway as he approached the door, reaching up as he lowered the door handle and pulled it open.

He could remember their eyes as they stared down pityingly at him. At first they asked if this was the right house, hearing it was their gloom only deepened. They asked to speak to his mother. He called out to her and said that she would be there in a minute once she puts her creation in the over. Roast. Invitingly he had led them into the loungeroom and they nervously took their seats, sitting on the edge of the chairs.

His father was one of the reporters of many. He had been stabbed multiple times in the heart. Stabbed just after dark when he was walking alone on the streets. Tyvien Didn't hear anything else par from that. The tears sprung in his eyes as his heart pounded. His mother went pale and his little sister was happily singing to herself while she played next door. Not being able to take it, he ran out of the room straight to his bedroom crying his little heart out. However, as he grew up, he held a strong belief that it was because of one of the articles he had written that got him murdered. That and it was one of the rebels. Not that he did any research, he just knew. Call it intuition.

It took a while for the family to get over it, to return to their normal happy selves. A part of them always felt like it was missing something. It was only because of sweet Stephanie that they grew to become happy, for her sake more then anyone elses. As much as she tries, she cannot remember a thing about her father.

Not once has he told anyone what happened. Not once has he talked about it. Still, eight years later is hard for him to talk about. Since that day he grew up, he tried to take on the role of the male in the house. He had to in his view no matter how much his mother hated it. He fixed everything that broke, he grew overly protective of his family. He took on jobs as young as fourteen to help out with the money. The odd job from his neighbours that took pity on him, not that he realised it at the time. When he was sixteen he took the one of the few jobs offered to a person of his age. Dishwashing. He refused to work in the reporting industry with a passion. As he grew older and had studied more he became a doctor, an apprentice in the local clinic. He wanted to help people as much as he could. Like when he was a dishwasher all those years ago, he still worked the occasional long nights to make sure his family lived happily and comfortably even without a father figure. But always, always if he was coming home at night did he walk around people or waited with them for a taxi. He also took up gym early every morning making himself stronger to protect those he loves. If a person looks at him from the outside, no one would be able to guess the scars he hides. Even he doesn't know the extent of the scars he holds.

Family:

Meredith aged 48

Stephanie aged 14

Maximus: (Max for short.... When the dogs name is the simplist thing that can be and yours is the most complicated thing ever)

Love interest: (Guessing the dog isn't available? xD)) Aylin Selene Schreave