There's a little boy who loves to read and write. He likes to read poetry and watch plays, likes hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows and pajamas with feet. And that little boy has been drown in a man who insisted on hiding behind oceans of fear and instability. Torn between what he was raised to believe and the reality life has pressed upon him. He is helplessness entrapped in evil, and unlike the little boy he wishes were still inside, little Theodore lost his innocence long ago.
Ted, as he will now call himself, is a quietly sardonic man with so much to prove and no one left to care. Newly freed from prison, he finds ironic happiness in the simplest things, ironically never really being happy at all. Quiet, introverted, a thinker, yet not at all shy. When he has something on his mind, he will likely say it, though it will probably come out a short and twisted version of what he meant, making him quickly labeled an asshole around those who don't know him.
Those who do know him? Well, to them at least he may have a more humorous, and possibly even a selfless side to him others will never know. But, even they are barred from the person Ted truly is. The big and bad beast he can hardly keep at bay, or the kindred spirit that he was born with. The Ted the world sees, really, is a mere solemn shell of what he thinks the world expects him to be... And since evil works better unseen, he will have it no other way.