Rick Stark

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If you live among wolves, you have to act like a wolf.

- Nikita Krushchev



He’s attractive and composed in an imperial sort of way, like some English lordling. His blue eyes are on the dark side, and a little hard for a kid’s. His lips generally stick together, folding between frowns and pursed-lip irritation and the occasional close-mouthed smile, which makes his crooked grins all the more striking. He’s got both height and breadth, looking more like a seventh or eighth grader than the sixth grader he is, but carries his weight with a deft quickness and even grace.

Visible/Known Information

Age: 13
Presence: 3
Composure: 4
Other Notable:

  • Fame (That Kid) 2
  • Striking Looks 2
  • Multilingual (French, Russian) 1
  • Brawl 4


The Walking Dead (Rick and Carl)
A Song of Ice and Fire (Arya and Jaime)
Ender’s Game (Ender and Peter)
The Fall
The Whites


Not Afraid To Die
Who Wants To Live Forever?
Senseless Sacrifice
Shoot the Dog
Came Back Strong
Red Oni, Blue Oni (With Maggie)
Jerkass Woobie
Dark Is Not Evil
In Harm’s Way
Knight In Sour Armor


“Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away
Where innocence is burned, in flames
A million miles from home, I’m walking ahead
I’m frozen to the bones, I am.
A soldier on my own, I don’t know the way
I’m riding up the heights, of shame
I’m waiting for the call, the hand on the chest
I’m ready for the fight, and fate.”

“We live in cities you’ll never see onscreen
Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things
Living in ruins of a palace within my dreams
And you know we’re on each other’s team.”

“I’m cloaked in smoke but feel no flames
Folks float around me but I see no wings
No halos or hounds, pitchforks or gates
Or omnipotent voice that picks course or fate
To the life of indecision build a dreamscape prison
Where light isn’t manufactured but captured inside a prism
In a state between asleep and awake
Feels closest to hypnosis where the infinite wait
Then the fog dissipates revealing crimson fields.”

“Something filled up my heart with nothing,
someone told me not to cry.
But now that I’m older, my heart’s colder,
and I can see that it’s a lie.
Children wake up, hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.
If the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We’re just a million little gods causing rain storms
Turning every good thing to rust.
I guess we’ll just have to adjust.
With my lightning bolts a glowing
I can see where I am going to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.”


Rick Stark

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