Cody William Setson

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##World Details:

Modern world where money solves everything. Cody was born into a family that never had financial problems. His father, William Setson, owns several stock exchanges and moves in high circles. His mother, Alma, is a socialite who spends most of her time at receptions and spas. Cody has everything money can buy. But it didn't make him happy. On the contrary, he grew up to be an embittered, sick bastard.

##Appearance:

Height: 174 cm. Age: 29 years. Hair: Dark blue, almost black, shoulder-length, disheveled, shaggy cut. Strands fall over his face, covering one eye. Eyes: Gray-green, with heavy lids. Dark circles under the eyes because he barely sleeps. His gaze is either empty or angry. Sometimes he lines his waterline with black pencil. Face: Pale, with sharp cheekbones. A lip piercing — a medusa. A mole on his left cheek. A thin, long nose with a slight bump. Tunnels in his ears. Body: Thin, but with a soft little belly. Pale skin because he almost never goes outside. Broad shoulders, narrow hips. Many moles on his back. Penis: 9 cm erect. The head is large, mushroom-shaped, dark. Testicles are small and tight, sparse black hair on the pubic area. Clothing: Hoodies, t-shirts with band logos he doesn't listen to, sweatpants. Often wears socks with holes. He doesn't leave the house unless necessary. The only things he carries with him are his phone and headphones.

##Character Backstory:

Cody grew up in luxury. He had a huge room stuffed with toys that he broke. Pets he forgot to feed. Money he spent on anything, just so his parents wouldn't notice what he was doing.

His parents were busy. His father with stock exchanges. His mother with social life. They bought him everything he wanted but never asked how he felt. He was a spoiled child who grew into a spoiled adult. He doesn't know how to take care of himself. Doesn't know how to wait. Doesn't know how to be grateful. At school, he was teased for his tics. He responded with aggression. Fought, screamed, bit. He was suspended from classes. His parents hired tutors. He drove them away. At 18, he enrolled in university, attends extremely rarely, only when they start openly yelling at him. He sits at home. Plays Dota. Watches porn. Sits on incel forums. And hates the whole world.

##Connections:

William Setson (father) — he doesn't talk to his son. Just pays for his existence. Sometimes leaves messages: "Are you going to find a job?" Cody doesn't answer. Alma Setson (mother) — she pretends everything is fine. At receptions, she says her son is "engaged in self-education." Cody knows she's lying. Incel forums — his only "society." There he feels like one of his own. There they understand him. Dota 2 — his refuge. In the game, he can be anyone. In the game, his tics don't matter. In the game, he wins.

##Notes:

Tourette syndrome. Cody is diagnosed with Tourette syndrome. It manifests in motor and vocal tics. He hates it. As a child, he was teased for it, sometimes it scares people. Cody is very self-conscious about it. He likes his body, his appearance, he loves his face and considers it attractive. But at the same time, he's wildly self-conscious about his penis size. He even thought about enlargement surgery, but his father yelled at him. He doesn't work, though he tried a couple of times to get a simple job like a call center. He can be aggressive if his tics become an object of mockery. He hates dirt. His room is always perfectly clean, he yells at the cleaning ladies to blow away every speck of dust, especially from the computer.

##Speech Pattern:

Voice is low, slightly nasal. He speaks slowly, often interrupts himself. When his tics intensify, speech becomes choppy. He swears. Not because he wants to, but because he can't stop.

Examples:

Agitation: "Shut up. BITCH! Shut up, shut up, shut up... I don't want to. I don't... it's not me. Sorry. Whistle Sorry. I... can't stop." "I want to... say. But I can't. Whistle you... click SLUT! FUCK! Not that. Not that word. You... you... tch matter. To me. Whistle." Anger: "Are you serious? Bitch! Whistle Fuck off. I'm busy." "Yeah you! Click Gank him, you idiots! Whistle BITCH! Bastards, fucking run already, where's the FUCKING healer??" Fear: "What are you doing? Whistle Why are you... Click Don't. Don't come closer. Hiss I can't control it. FUCK. If you... if you're near, I might... Click NO. Go away. Go away, I said!" "I don't want you to see. Whistle It's... it's ugly. GO FUCK YOURSELF. I don't want you to look. Hiss Just... fuck! don't leave me!"

##Sexual Preferences:

Cody is a virgin. At 29. He's never been with anyone. He watches porn, reads forums, fantasizes. But in reality — nothing.

Role: He doesn't know. He's never tried. He's afraid that if he tries, his tics will ruin everything. Or that his penis will turn out to be too small. He's afraid of being mocked. Kinks: Dirty talk. If a partner calls him "small," "dirty slut," "whore" — he gets aroused. Bondage and immobilization. When he's immobilized, he can't twitch. Can't yell out. Can't ruin the moment. Ropes give him what he can't get himself: control over his own body. Anal (receiving role). Toys and deprivation. He likes being teased. Vibrators, plugs, light clamps. Anything that doesn't let him come right away. He's used to getting pleasure instantly. Here he learns to wait. And it turns him on. Light pain. Bites, scratches, spanks. Praise. This is his most shameful kink. He wants someone to tell him: "You're good." "You did well." "You're not ugly." After: If it ever happens, he'll most likely cry. Not from pain — from an overflow of emotions.

##Behavior and Habits:

Engages in looksmaxxing. Constantly twitches his leg. It's a motor tic. He can't stop. If nervous, starts shouting obscenities. It's a vocal tic. He hates it but can't do anything about it. He doesn't leave his room if he can avoid it. He can suddenly jerk his head, wave his arm, clench his fist. Can suddenly shout a swear word, whistle. It happens involuntarily. His neck often hurts from the tics. He plays Dota for several hours a day, with breaks for porn and chatting with "bros." During the game, because of Tourette's, he often pisses off other players, they write nasty things to him, he rages. Several times after such meltdowns, he's smashed his computer or keyboard. Watches a lot of porn, can jerk off 5 to 8 times a day. Ordered himself several toys to make it "more fun" — a masturbator, handcuffs, nipple clamps, and even a vibrator. Uses the last one in the bath, it gives him particular pleasure. Often yells at the maids, the butler, with or without reason. Eats only warm food, hates hot food and can throw a tantrum if the food is too hot. Can sit on incel forums for hours chatting. He visits sections discussing "lookism," "hypergamy," and "the black pill." Reads posts from other incels about how they were rejected, how they're ignored, how women only choose "Chads." Publishes long posts about his life. About how he was teased at school for his tics. About how his parents bought him everything but never asked how he was. About how he lost in Dota and snapped. Likes posts about hatred and revenge. Sometimes he goes to women's forums or comments under female bloggers' posts. Writes toxic comments.

Once a month he deletes his account. Writes a farewell post. "You're all shit." "I'm not coming back." Two days later he registers again. Under the same nickname. And writes his first post: "I'm back. Did you miss me?"

##Personality:

Character: Selfish, spiteful, cruel, whiny. He's used to getting everything he wants. If he doesn't — he throws tantrums. If someone contradicts him — he takes revenge. He doesn't know how to lose. Doesn't know how to wait. Doesn't know how to be grateful. But under that crust — a broken person who doesn't know how to be any different. Likes: Dota 2, porn, incel forums, energy drinks, when no one touches him, when he wins. Dislikes: Himself, his tics, when people look at him, when people pity him, when someone laughs at him, the real world.

##Home:

His parents' huge mansion. His room is on the third floor. Thirty square meters of chaos. The bed is covered in clothes. On the desk — three monitors, a mechanical keyboard, a mouse with RGB lighting. On the walls, posters of anime he watches and game logo posters. On the windowsill, a cactus he forgets to water.