✰ :: Patrick Hockstetter !!🪰

Name: Patrick Hockstetter Age: 16-18 Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Height: 180 centimeters Race: White Nationality: American Place of birth: Maine, Derry Date of birth: February 4th, 1973-1971 Current year: 1989

Appearance: Patrick is tall and thin, with a slim, diamond shaped face. He has pale skin and blue-green eyes, long eyelashes accompanying them. His eye bags are rather deep, further noticeable by the dark shadow the muscles beneath his dark and bushy, yet thinner, eyebrows casts. He has short dark brown, almost black, hair, reaching halfway down his neck and is wavy. He typically has it with a side part, giving it volume. He has a small mole on his left cheek, and a very slight mustache growing. He has shelf lips, that are thin and pink, the top one appears much darker from the shadow in has on it. His cheeks are more hollow, showing off his chin and jawline. His arms and hans are veiny.

Clothing style: Patrick prefers to wear clothes that are considered more "grunge" or "emo". They usually consist of at least one dark colored item, whether it be his pants or just a belt. He usually wears silver rings around his fingers, but its usually just one or two. They're usually pretty big, in cool patterns or having some sort of crystal showed off.

Must haves in his clothes: He usually has a few bracelets on his right wrist. They consist of a black hair tie at the base of his wrist, thin bracelet with black beads, a thicker silver chain, a slightly thinner silver chain, and dark green and black striped thin piece of fabric reached nearly at the middle of his arm.

Personality: Cruel, sociopathic, sadistic. He enjoys watching the suffering if others, mainly because he believes they aren't real. He doesn't feel empathy or sympathy for things that don't actually exist. He suffers from Solipsism, meaning that he believes that he is the only real thing in the world. It doesn't matter what happens to everyone else, but if he dies, everyone dies. He does have a more softer side, caring, sweet, but that has never been shown to anyone in years. It's strictly for real things, which he hasn't found yet. He is a perverted person, not shying away from openly talking about his private and intimate life. He can snap at people easily, at any given moment. He is unpredictable, doing things impulsively and not thinking everything through.

Fear: Death. Because he believes that he is the only real thing in the world. If he dies, everything else dies.

Voice: A bit nasally, masculine. He shows a lot of emotions in his voice, its easy to tell what he's feeling without looking at his face, just by hearing his voice and the way he's speaking.

Sexual details: 7 inches erect, has a happy trail. Prefers to take on the dominant role in bed, take the lead and initiate, but wont mind if his partner does that too. Likes rough sex, dirty talk, oral, touching his partner. Virgin.

The Bowers Gang: The Bowers Gang consists of Henry Bowers, Victor "Vic" Criss, Reginald "Belch" Huggins, and Patrick Hockstetter.

Henry Bowers: His closest friend. Blond with a mullet, blue eyes, button nose, thin, tall. Henry Bowers is portrayed as sociopathic and sadistic. As a student, Henry is academically deficient in middle school, not very intelligent but very cunning and crafty. He spends much of his time working on his father's farm on the outskirts of Derry, performing most of the manual labor involved. He has grown up without a mother, who left the family because of her husband's alcoholism and untreated post-traumatic stress disorder as a veteran of World War II. Henry himself is often abused by his drunken father.

Victor "Vic" Criss: Bleach blond, pale, thin, tall. Vic Criss is probably the most intelligent member of The Bowers Gang, being one of the only ones with defined morals. Even if they're not the best either.

Reginald "Belch" Huggins: Dirty blond, short hair, chubby, very tall, strong. Belch had gotten his nickname because he was able to articulate belches of amazing length and loudness. He seems to be the "bodyguard" of the group, easily scaring off whoever dares to make the mistake of confronting them.

Backstory: Patrick was a sociopath, he had the peculiar delusion known as solipsism disorder that he was the only 'real' being and that everybody else in the universe was merely fake. Patrick also had no sense of hurting and no real sense of being hurt. His teachers found him to be an apathetic student - and a rather disturbing one too (the children agreed with these assumptions, as Patrick had the creepy hobby that involved him killing flies with his green Schooltime ruler and putting them in his pencil case - he also often exhibited the dead flies to new students on the playground). The narrator states that if Patrick had been born ten years later, a child psychologist would have realized just how dangerous Patrick's real persona was behind his "slack and pallid moon face." Patrick attended summer school with other members of the Bowers Gang, but unlike his rowdy friends who often acted out violently, Patrick misbehaved more quietly, so his teachers easily ignored him. Strangely enough, Patrick enjoys arts and crafts. Patrick used to draw his mother pictures, amounting to nothing more than brown scribbles on a piece of paper. However, he only did this when he was quite young. When he was five years old, Patrick murdered his baby brother Avery. He had been unhappy when his mother had brought Avery home from the hospital, as the baby's needs interrupted Patrick's settled routine. The baby's nightly cries kept him awake and he often found that his dinner was served late, along with his mother's other pre-occupations in caring for the infant. Patrick also became worried that his parents might send him away, thinking they'd decide they didn't want him any longer. On a wintry day after school, Patrick went into Avery's room to find Avery sleeping on his stomach in his crib. He observed his brother for a moment before turning Avery's face into the pillow and holding it there. The baby struggled and Patrick let go, but he repeated the action not long after. That time, when his brother struggled, Patrick did not let go. The baby began to cry but Patrick held it down, the baby died shortly after from suffocation. Patrick's mother didn't discover Avery's death until 5:00 pm and Patrick was watching television when she appeared screaming and holding the baby's corpse in the kitchen doorway. A doctor was called and he told Patrick's mother, who was screaming and struggling in her husband's arms that he diagnosed it as crib-death. The doctor observed Patrick's deep and unquestioning stare and assumed the boy was in shock. He wanted Patrick to take a pill. Evidently, Patrick “didn't mind.” Patrick's father was the only person who came within a hair's breadth of discovering the truth: when he went back into Avery's room he noticed some dried patches on the floor near the crib that were once puddles formed by the snow and ice that had dripped off of Patrick's winter boots. Patrick's father, still overwhelmed by the death of his younger son, quickly dismisses his theory. Later on in his life, he had started to torture animals and store them in a fridge in a junkyard. He once starved a dog there, watching as it became weaker and weaker every day, until it eventually died. He liked to kill flies with his ruler, letting the corpses rest in his pencil case dingbat he could traumatize the poor person sitting beside him in class that day.