[OoC]Harvest Moon: The Dreams of Tomorrow {Reboot}

[Hera]

-head smack-

Don't listen to rap music.

[Invader Len]

Doo doo doo doo doo. Hey. Hey Sin.

In one of my 1x1 RPs, there's a new character named Alice.

And my Character is Nathan. (Not the same)

And Alice is hitting on him and watching him bathe.

I guess we know why Kachin's love is rejected now.

[IntenseInsanity]

Oh god that joke is everywhere on TUmblr now adays.

Len.

Why. Laughing so hard. Imagining Alice watching Kachin bathe. And then he notices. And then the dead silence.

[KeiichiSong]

-head smack-

Don't listen to rap music.

Sometimes I find myself listening to things I wasn't originally into, just to get ideas on what to write. Like when I came here, I began to listen to jazz

Oh god that joke is everywhere on TUmblr now adays.

Len.

Why. Laughing so hard. Imagining Alice watching Kachin bathe. And then he notices. And then the dead silence.

I know right, I can't help but see it on my dash

[Invader Len]

And Kachin is all like "... Do you want to come in?"

And then Alice throws something at him. Because everytime Kachin speaks, Alice fucking beats him up. I'm starting to doubt whether or not she's a true tsundere, or just a sadistic evil woman who likes seeing poor kitty-men suffer.

[Zepherial]

I need to rage a little. My Prof just trolled me straight to the bank.
I procrastinate with submitting papers and the like, so when I was to submit the review of chapter 2 it was due at 11:55
I did so and followed up with chapter 3....which was due at 11:50...SONOFA *Stabs hand in anger*

[Aesthetic]

Is your picture from The breaker, it reminds me of the nine arts dragon. Its defenitaly the same artist!

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Is your picture from The breaker, it reminds me of the nine arts dragon. Its defenitaly the same artist!

Mine? I have no clue. I think it's supposed to be Male!Belgium from Axis Powers Hetalia, but I can't be sure.

[Little Fox]

Links to:

Ranch Hand Ephraim, Hunter Neimi, Handyman Marcus, Handyman Assistant Nathaniel, and Blacksmith/Mine Owner Luke are all needed ASAP o:

[Invader Len]

Spoiler

Full Name
Ephraim Lysander Anaxagoras

Age
23

Birthday
Summer 4

Gender
Male

Physical Appearance
Ephraim is about 6'4" and weighs damn near 200 lbs. And he's not a very big man (not that he's tiny, he's still got a god set of shoulders on him), just very densely packed with lean, strong, well defined muscle built from years of training, boxing, and exercising. Ephraim's inky black hair, when loose, falls to about his diaphragm, and is an even length all around... Although it is rarely unbound from his usual ponytail from the center of the back of his skull (as pictured), and even then, there is always that one strand that can never NOT be in his white-blue eyes. He's got a bit of a tan, but he's far from bronze.

He has many light scars, but those are all from workout-related injuries he didn't take care of until after his workout. He has not tattoos or piercings, but wears this one necklace (that he never explains, ever) at all times, including bed, showers, hot springs, etc. Even if it doesn't go with the clothing or the occasion (it's been seen with tuxedos).*

Occupation
World-Champion Boxer turned Part-Time Ranch Hand

Likes
Weight Training, and everything related (working out, boxing, cardio, etc.)
His Vintage Motorbike, and Vintage Vehicles in general
The Town Lighthouse, which he bought and turned into a house, as well as a functional lighthouse
Everdale, it's why he retired here, instead of somewhere else


Dislikes
His Own Cooking
Small Spaces
The cane the doctor back home gave him
Graveyards



History
It started at 7 years old. Ephraim Anaxagoras, youngest of four, and the only son, saw a championship bout on TV. From that day on, he wanted to be a boxer. Now, like all tots that age, Ephraim had said a dozen different things about what he wanted to be when he grew up. Police Man, Ambulance driver, Firefighter... The same things every kid pretends to be during playtime at least once in their careers as kids.

However, unlike most, Ephraim didn't stop wanting to be a Boxer. That was it, his dream, and he strove for it the best he could. During his childhood he learned out of books and watching the fights on the television. As soon as he hit puberty, he started hitting the gym. By the time he was fifteen, he was in an Under-Eighteens boxing league and winning trophies for it.

But it wasn't enough. Ephraim dropped out of high school to join an actual boxing gym, and the moment he turned eighteen he went for the amateur league on his area. He ended up going to nationals that same season, and took home the bronze.

It was during this time that his mother died from complications from her heart surgery. Ephraim went to the funeral, and then went back to boxing, letting his pain and anger fuel him into greater heights. Next season he took home silver at nationals. Much better than 99% percent of people who enter sports leagues, but still not enough for Ephraim.

A sponsor was interested enough in him, despite that, to send him to an actual pro gym and have him trained. That started, Ephraim went to take his Pro Test, and was the only one of that batch to make it to the WBA (World Boxing Association). He was ready to show the world his strength, and his debut fight was set for two months from that day. For two months, he trained harder than he had ever trained before, even during his training for the pro test. He wanted to win.

And he lost. Third round, knockout.

During that fight, his father was involved in a fatal car accident with one of his sisters. Ephraim went to that funeral as well, and then went back to Boxing as family drifted apart, his eldest sister remaining in occasional contact, and his youngest sister (still three years older than him) falling off the face of the earth, for as much as she talked to them anymore. Boxing was all he had left, although it took monumental effort to get his head back in the game.

Ephraim kept it up though, and it won him the National Title by the age of twenty-one, and World Champion title at the age of 22. He had reached his goal, and made Hall of Fame as the youngest World Champ to exist. And he kept that title for a year, defending it in a match that lasted the whole ten rounds in one of the most brutal regulated fights this decade.

But it all went wrong one night, when Ephraim was involved in a motorcycle accident that twisted his spine and hips, and put him in a wheelchair for a year. After physical therapy and bedrest and plenty of pain medication, Ephraim was released back into the outside world, a forgotten celebrity. So, with the money he had earned from prizes over the years of boxing, and that one lucky lotto ticket, Ephraim went to the place of many a family vacation, and bought the abandoned lighthouse. After a few months of making it liveable, he moved to Everdale as the part-timer at the ranch, doing something to keep from going insane with boredom...

Until he can return to his glory days, and return to the ring, his real home.

Personality
Ephraim is the happy-go-luckiest, most carefree individual a person could ever imagine meeting. Nothing gets to him, and very rare is the moment he gets angry. Also rare is the moment he doesn't have a joking, sarcastic comeback ready for the moment a social situation calls for it. His lackadaisical attitude has made him as many enemies as it has friends, however, for he can't seem to be serious, at all.

Except when training. He runs, swims, lifts weights, and will even stop in the middle of a run, in the middle of public, and start shadowboxing. And if you think of trying to get his attention when he's working out, don't. He lets nothing stop him from keeping his former glory, even if he has retired from boxing professionally.

Basically, He does what he wants, when he wants, and how he wants to do it, and doesn't seem to care at all what people think or say. Not to say he's a jerk or anything, au contraire, he's quite a nice guy, even if he can't seem to remember his please's and thank you's all the time. He tends to forget the little things, but with his natural charm and good looks, he's able to (usually) get out of it. Artemis is always confident, stubborn and always well-stocked with energy. If Artemis is giving up on something, then something is very wrong.

Secrets
His Past. He doesn't talk about it... Except for boxing matches. He will spend half the night drinking and telling you about former battles in glorious detail, if you let him. It's not that he hates his past, he just prefers to talk about different things.

The fact that he's a lottery winner, and has just about 20 million in the bank. And you'd never guess from the way he lives, way below his means.

Other
Ephraim is also quite fond of drinking, although it doesn't help him with keeping his body strong. Old habits die hard, and in this one's case, don't die at all.

Potential Romantic Interest
None, as of yet.

Spoiler

Full Name
Luke Keith Roosevelt

Age
35

Birthday
Fall 28

Gender
Male

Physical Appearance
He is six foot five, a giant of a man. He has various scars, the most identified at the ones on the left side of his going up to his nose, almost to his eye. Each one of them has a story, ask him, because we don't have time for it here. He typically keeps a goatee and mustache. He has a pair of light brown eyes, and grey peppered black hair which he keeps long. He is obviously in pristine physical condition, and he has iron worker's tan. Every aspect of him shows that he is a man who works for a living. His hands have callous', are hard, and typically have black, burnt fingers (You're supposed to wear gloves, but you can't feel the metal that way). He has an interesting tattoo on his chest, it's either a z or a y, we don't really know. Nor does he. If you ask, he'll begrudgingly tell you he doesn't remember, he got it when he was drunk in France. Typically shirtless at all times, in a pair of denim pants and red wing boots.

Occupation
Blacksmith/Mine Owner

Likes
Working with his hand
Absinthe
Likes Silver
The Moon
Other things of monochromatic nature

Dislikes
Gold
Reading
Formal Attire
Imperfections in his work

History
He was very connected to his mother, who was an artisan at metal sculpting. His father was very insightful in where to get the metal because he owned the mine originally. Through his mother's constant doting and his father's constant support he became obsessive with his works, but one is eight and going alone in to the mine, it's not exactly a good idea. This is where the parents learned their son was without fear, because not only would he mine his own materials, he would work on them within the mine. At ten, his mother discovered the secret crevice where her son had been creating his masterpiece- an iron sculpture of David. Of course, at ten, there were still many imperfections, but this lead to further support in the young man's endeavors.
In his earlier teens, his father took him as an apprentice so he could learn the ins and outs of the practice. He superseded his school to the point he would miss days on end while certain materials needed to be harvested. This is where he would learn the uniqueness of his family's mine, where not only could the retrieve iron but magnesium, copper, and silver. And let's not forget quartz, but I figured that was a given.*
In his early twenties, he went around the world with his mother, selling her craft, and perfecting his own- which was the agreement for letting him miss school. In doing so, he got to observe the many blacksmithing techniques of the world, pushing him from the artistic atributes and to the more practical applications of the practice. Though he still finds time to make small embroideries in his pick axes and swords- did I say swords? I meant shovels.*
He returned home due to his father's illness. He apparently had gotten black lung and died soon after his return. But rather than mourn the man, he decided it would be better to run the family business, though his mother would not return out of grief. He has remained there to this day, though he often sends out his works to art shows, and you can still find his metal sculptures about.*

Personality
A hardy man, he's been battered and bruised and keeps coming for more. He has his opinion and he'll let you know it. And most of the time your opinion is wrong. He will argue till he is blue in the face, and even if he knows he is wrong, he won't back down. Because like every other aspect of his life, he's gonna win.*
He is protective of the weak. He cannot stand people to be taken advantage of. For anyone to try and stifle another person's creative, they will met with violence. Not one to go out of his way for a fight, but again, will never ever back down from one.*
He tries to see the bright side, though, because "Jus' like a piece of raw iron, it may start out as this ugly, misshapen mineral, but a lil hard work and some elbow grease, you can make a beautiful kinda somethin' outta nuthin'."

Secrets
Likes Star Cow Milk
Loves the harp, is actually very good at it

Other
Anything not listed?

Potential Romantic Interest
Reinette or Collette

Spoiler

Nathaniel Sorrel Williams


21


Summer 7th


Male

Though his physical appearance is rather thin and scrawny, his light frame is actually very strong and durable, thanks to years of hard work. He's short for a boy his age, only 5''7, and weighs 134 pounds. His short, blonde hair is usually tied back into a short pony tail so it doesn't get in his way, and he typically hides his face with a cap, goggles, and scarf. He does this as he is afflicted with heterochromia, one eye being a natural gold-amber and the other being startlingly blue. Ashamed of this, as his grandmother often told him it was a sign of wickedness, he wears orange lens goggles almost everywhere, and is very defensive about having to take them off. He has a small white scar on his collarbone from a accident on his first day of work. Aside from never taking off his goggles, save for sleeping and bathing, he dresses as most normal people do, pants, shirts, and vests. Shorts when it's hot and coats when it's cold, and hard work gloves suitable for hauling lumber. His skin is a tad darker than most, due to hot working conditions, although he falls victim to heatstroke quite often, ironically. When he's not working, he likes to spend his free time alone, walking in the forest or graveyard or reading quietly. Despite this, he actually enjoys taking part in parties and festivals, especially in organizing them. He got his ears pierced at twelve, on a dare, and since has never taken them out.


Handyman's Assistant


Likes

He secretly loves sweets, although keeps this to himself as it's not very manly.

He likes cats, frequently found curled up and dozing with them, feeding them, and taking care of the town strays. While He thinks it's a secret, most of the town knows.

He likes bugs and snakes, and is very interested in them, although he doesn't mess around with any of the venomous variety.

He likes flowers, and can sometimes be found admiring a bloom or drawing it, and loves the scent of flowers.

Dislikes

He doesn't like loud and annoying people who pester him, and can't stand know-it-alls.

He doesn't like dogs very much, as they often end up scaring and chasing his precious cats.

He doesn't like tall tales and lies, and thus regards all ghost stories and fairy tales with skepticism and sarcasm.

He absolutely despises fish. Like, he loaths it with every fiber of his being. Present him with a fish, and he will back away and growl like some sort of feral animal.

History

Nathan wasn't born in Everdale, although his family moved only 50 miles from the abandoned town when he was quite young, and so he regards it as home. Nathan was the only one of four children to survive childhood, the others dying from illness or injury. He grew up with his younger brother Thomas, who lived until he contracted Whooping Cough at age eight, dying when Nathan was twelve. The two of them often played together, isolated from other children because their mill was so far from town, but they didn't mind. They were Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, Tarzan and the Gorilla, Sherlock and Watson, and the forest was their world of imagination and adventure. With their parents at work, their father being a lumberjack and their mother having died in childbirth with their last sibling, they were raised predominantly by their grandmother, a stiff-backed old woman who gave them tough love and taught them to be kind gentlemen. Although once out of her sight, they were free to run and play again.

When Thomas caught ill in the early spring and died, Nathan was devastated. He had already seen the death of his infant sisters and mother, but he had thought that Thomas would always be there with him. Refusing to go outside, he grew closer to his grandmother as his secondary education began, as she taught him both his scholastics and how to cook, sow, knit, and clean. When he came of age, he got a job working as the Carpenter's assistant with his father, when tradjedy struck again. On his first day, a large log came loose and collapsed, striking Nathan and his father. Nathan recovered. His father did not.

Now alone in the world, save for his grandmother, the old woman decided to move back to the city, telling Nathan that he was grown up, and he would have a fine life here. Her time was running out, and it was his now to help Everdale regain it's former glory. And so she moved, Nathan alone. Rather than continue his lonely existence as a recluse, he sold the property, moving to a small cottage up near his work. Although his eccentricity and strange goggles disturbed some, he was quickly accepted into the community as he proved his skill with his hands. The nature of his appearance became the mystery of the town, as everyone exchanged rumours of what they thought he looked like beneath the goggles. Despite this, no one has tried to remove his goggles or invade his home, respecting his privacy and keeping their questions to themselves.

Personality
Although he tries to put up an unlikeable and mysterious front, on the inside he really is a cream puff, and falls for almost every cliche soft guy weakness in the book. Whilst clever and cunning, he will easily be decieved if the bait is cute enough, despite warnings. He doesn't speak much, and what few words he says are often misinterpreted as cryptic and cruel, sometimes threatening. He abhors violence, and is a pacifist and tree-hugger. He is not very skilled with talking to girls, the only woman in his life before being a gruff, eighty-something goat, and while he thinks some are cute and pretty, he doesn't know how to convey his feelings and often ends up stuttering and embarrassed.

Despite being anti-social, he actually enjoys people's company, especially if their good conversationists. Very just, he believes that all people have the right to be treated fairly, and is very attached to this idea, possibly because of his own fear of being ostracized if his heterochromia is found out. He loves animals, with the exception of fish, and is rarely seen without some kind of animal hanging around him. He's even been seen with a bear for god's sake, he is a major huggable guy. Unfortunately, he often comes off as stuck-up or arrogant, when really he's just shy.

Secrets

He's heterochromaic under his goggles.

He loves sweets and flowers, and *secretly* takes care of the town's stray cats.

His fear/hatred of fish and how it arose.

What the inside of his house looks like. No one has gone into his house and lived to tell the tale! .... Which mean's no one has gone into his house.

Other

His favorite cat is named Lullaby.

Potential Romantic Interest
Luisa Sera Smith

Spoiler

Name: Neimi
Age: 18
Birthday: Winter 29
Gender: Female
Physical Appearance: Neimi has naturally pink hair and eyes. She wears a dark green shirt with a hood(disregard picture just change the color) she needs this hood because her hair make here easy to spot in the forest. Her skin is pale despite the amount of time she spends out doors. She has a few scars here and there. One in particular is quite big and is on her back. She was out hunting when she got it. She was attacked by a wolf and it cut her up real bad. Finally she was able to stick her knife in the side of its head.*
Occupation: Hunter gatherer*

Likes:

-Nature( though she kills animals, she is thankful for there sacrifice so she may survive.)
-Curry(well eventually at least. For now she is blissfully unaware of its existence
-The Miles Peak(the view os amazing)
-Minerals(she has no idea what they are but they are pretty)
-Tails(her pet fox)

Dislikes

-Other Humans(she has not had much contact with them. Though this will change.)
-Mushrooms(she has a fear that she may eat a poisonous one)
-Night Time(she hears noises that she doesn't hear during the day that scare her)
-Litter(KEEP THE FORESTS CLEAN!!!)

History

It was a particularly cold winter's night. A baby was born outside of wedlock. Two lovers forbidin from seeing each other were the parents. The two knew that this baby would be their demise. They decided to abandon it. This child was left in the freezing, unforgiving forest. An old man was out hunting. In the pure white snow he spotted(how could he miss it) a young baby with hair bright pink. The old man took pity on her and raised her as his own. He named her Neimi. She grew up with no last name as the man had none either.

The old man taught her from a young age how to care for herself. She never knew why. But she did not protest, for this was the only life she would ever know. He taught her archery and about all the edible plants in the area. She learned to cook and clean. She learned to respect Nature and never underestimate it. She also learned that she must protect it along with herself. Though she was killing the creatures in the forest, she only killed what she needed. She would never take any more or any less.

When she was only 10 the old man died.*

Neimi...*cough* I have raised you as my own... Though I am not your real father. I found you on a cold winter night*cough* alone and freezing... I have cared for you and did all I could...Now... You must care for yourself... and no matter ah*cough* I...will...always...love...you...*

These were the last words he spoke to her. Now she was alone in the world. She at at his bed crying for days. At last she buried him, as they had done with his falcon when it died. She had to care for herself. It wasn't until then that she really appreciated all that he had done for her. She met a young sick fox one day and has cared for it since. One day while she was chasing it around and playing, she spotted a small town. There were people living there. She was terrified by them. She had not had any contact with anyone other than the old man. She hoped she would not have to see them again, however with the town being revived, encounter may be inevitable.

Personality:*

Neimi is quiet and secluded. She has a hard time speaking due to the fact that she has had no one to talk to for eight years. When it come to nature she is strong and brave... In the daytime. She has been warned about being out at dark and has had an encounter with a wolf that she does not wish to repeat. So day equals super hero bravery, night equals annoying blonde girl in horror movie. She is afraid of humans as she has not had much experience.

She will try to stay away from humans and will hide if spotted. However she is curious and will not harm them as she has yet to know if they will harm her. To her fox, she is playful and happy. This is her one friend in the world and she has formed a tight bond with him.

Secrets

Her location. She doesn't want people dropping by. She wants to be alone.

Other

The 29th was just the day the man found her. Her birthday may very well be the 28th but what is the difference.*

Potential Romantic Interest

This will be filled soon I ensure you

Spoiler

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Full Name
Marcus Wilson Jefferson

Age
21

Birthday
Summer 14

Gender
Male

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Physical Appearance
Marcus's body type is that of a leaner, larger man. He stands at the impressive height of 5'11" and weighs about 200lbs. Mind you, it's all muscle. It makes sense, considering his occupation. Anyways, Marcus has medium-length hair, styled very messily and unkempt, that is colored a beautiful shade of Dirty Blonde. His hair is accompanied by his light, yellow skin which has tanned, and dark, honey-brown eyes. Along with his ears, his nose is a bit smaller than average and it's noticeable. Another noticeable feature would be how sharp his small nose is. Even his jawline is just as defined and sharp as his muscles, and his eyebrows naturally appear messy but presentable. Other than the occasional birthmark on his relatively hairless body, Marcus is very smooth yet masculine in appearance. On the topic of his skin, it's about average in health. Being a lumberjack has given him rough hands and feet and the occasional scar from work-related incidents, but overall it's quite clear and without tattoos. It's no wonder why many townspeople come to his shop for even menial tasks like unclogging a toilet.

Occupation
Lumberjack and Carpenter - Handyman

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Likes
Ⅰ. Dogs -- "They're man's best friend for a reason. So loyal and helpful. Plus, they're great to snuggle and wrestle with."
Ⅱ. All types of Wood, House Decorations, and Furniture -- "This is gonna help me out a lot. Thanks for lending a hand!"
Ⅲ. Spicy Curry -- "How'd you know I like this? It's just so good. Y'know the spicier the better."
Ⅳ. Dairy-Related Sweets (Chocolate, Milkshakes, and the like) -- "Milk really helps my bones and muscle, which is pivotal in my line of work. Not to mention, I have such a sweet tooth. I think I got it from my Dad."
Ⅴ. Physical Touch and Acts of Service (Two of the five love languages) -- "There's no better way for someone to show their love than with a helping hand or by holding hands."
Ⅵ. Beer, Wine, and other Alcoholic Beverages -- "It just helps get my mind off of stuff..."
Ⅶ. Music -- "When I have audible art seeping into my ears, I can just escape from my depressing thoughts."

Dislikes
Ⅰ. Being Alone -- "When I'm alone I start to think, and it usually becomes pretty pessimistic."
Ⅱ. Flowers -- "It's not that they're ugly or anything, I just link flowers to funerals."
Ⅲ. Arguments -- "A friendly fight can be fun, but real arguments hurt people."
Ⅳ. Live Chickens -- "Those things are so annoying. They're better when breaded and deep-fried."
Ⅴ. Broken Promises and Lying -- "Words should be said on purpose and with heart behind it. It's the lack of integrity that really makes me clench my teeth."
Ⅵ. Failure and Loss -- "Everything I do just has to be my best. I gotta make people proud, and I have to be successful. Else, why am I still living?"
Ⅶ. Being Judged -- "I'll admit it; I'm insecure. I can't stand it when someone points out my flaws or classifies and typifies me. It hurts."

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History
Marcus was brought up in the loving hands of his father; his mother passed away after his birth from complications with her delivery. Lacking a motherly figure, his father raised him up to be a 'Man's Man'. During his young stages in life, Marcus's dad encouraged rough housing and an outgoing personality. He taught the young boy how to be the man in any situation. Be it a gentleman, or the alpha male. In contrast, his father never really showed much affection. Plus without the nurturing of his mother, Marcus had a hole grow within him; one that would only be filled by love, whether it be familial or romantic. However, Marcus couldn't understand how to have a real relationship with girls, since his father couldn't really help as he never moved on from the death of his mother. He didn't know how to have a relationship with the opposite gender. This isolated Marcus to hang only with other men, where he developed relationships with them and grew comfortable with the same sex.

During his school years, Marcus took part in many sports, sometimes only passing his classes so that he would not miss a game or be kicked off one of the sports teams. Maybe it was the combination of his father's influence on him that sprouted the passion for sports. The active lifestyle that was required for an athlete soon proved a little too much. To put it short, after an intense game of Soccer, Marcus tore an important muscle in his left ankle. Marcus spent weeks unable to return to the field. It was during this time that his father began to train him in the ways of a Carpenter. His father hoped for his son to continue his legacy, so he forced it on him. To both of their joys, Marcus inherited the right genes one could say, and took to carpentry and 'lumberjacking' easily. Marcus soon found that he possessed an affinity for creation and mending. It soon became his coping method for the troubles and trials that time would bring. Symbolically, as Marcus repaired a broken object, he felt as if he were repairing a part of his life.

Still the gnawing emptiness of a needed relationship stayed strong. There were times were Marcus would shed tears when the feeling of never knowing love and affection grew strong. It was especially unbearable on the night that his father passed away. His father had gotten into hot water with a drunkard, and the two had burst into an argument that lasted for a long time. The adolescent Marcus had watched the scene unfold. He witnessed the argument intensify into a fight that speedily grew violent and deadly. Unsure as to how his father was actually murdered because of his mind's choice to removed that memory, Marcus only wept at the funeral of his final parent. Many flowers showered upon the casket as it laid Marcus's father beside his wife. Where his mom and dad would once again be together.

Marcus didn't know what to do. He had only just graduated from High School. Technically he was an adult now, but that didn't mean he had been ready for what happened. Unable to move on, Marcus spent the whole day at the cemetery, crushing the flowers that mocked the horrifying news of death with their bright colors and balling over the two graves of his family. He would have to move on. He couldn't join them now, no matter how much he desired to. Marcus cultivated a fire in his heart to make his parents proud now that both watched him from the afterlife. He feared he wouldn't succeed however, and was very fearful.

Despite this, Marcus took up the business of his father, and became the Handyman of the village. Just as he had once coped with the lack of love in his younger years, Marcus did the same with the loss of his family.

It has been a couple of years since the passing of his parents, and Marcus has improved. He still mourns over his parents and the hole that he feels within him, but with every passing day he seems to be able to genuinely smile a little bit more for a little bit longer. Now he realizes instead of letting the hole torment him, he will fill it by finding his soulmate, cultivating close relationships with others, and proving to life that no matter what misfortune it throws at him, he will prevail.

Personality
Being the only child in his family and having gone through hard struggles that life has thrown at him, Marcus has somehow remained resilient and become a very sociable person, albeit with a sense of emotional maturity and experience about him. He has a sense of humor and joy of people that is usually admired by most. Most also comment on how loud and sometimes irritating Marcus can be. Most of these annoying antics are created by his masculine way of speaking and acting. He is known to challenge people, prod others with teasing, and do his best to assume the role of 'Alpha Male'. This isn't to say that he is a heartless, air headed, blob of muscle and ego. In fact, Marcus is quite a sensitive man; he just happens to be able to numb his lesser desired emotions with a visage of happiness. In reality though, Marcus is a codependent piece of insecurity and dreams.

Marcus will thinks a lot in his private times. About life, his past, and his present. In times of loneliness, he becomes a thought filled person. Here he dreams of what he wants in life. Unfortunately, it's also in these times that he will recall the turmoil of his past. Without another to keep him latched on Earth, Marcus transitions into a state of depression. If one were to stumble upon Marcus in this state of grief and thought, they probably wouldn't recognize him. He doesn't always let his mind keep him down, luckily for us. On the occasion that he has happened to have a great day, or when in the presence of someone close to him, Marcus is sometimes filled with dreams and visions of a better future. He will speak of where he wants to go in life, and show his true colors as a dreamer filled with creativity. In these times of personal conversation, it is difficult to keep Marcus's moods low. Maybe it's the proximity of another, one who is there for him. One who is there to listen to him. One who is there to be a column of support, that reveals the inner workings of his beings. Or perhaps it's that when there is someone nearby him, the current memories of the present begin to overshadow the painful memories of the past.

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Secrets
Ⅰ. Marcus is gay -- "I'm not sure if people will see me the same if they find out."
Ⅱ. Marcus has never fully coped with the loss of his parents and visits their graves every Sunday -- "I hardly knew them! I just miss them so much!"
Ⅲ. Marcus is an aspiring Architect and Designer, but hasn't told anyone because he feels he's inadequate -- "One day I wanna do more than just build furniture or fix something. I wanna build! Build great buildings that are functional and a habitable piece of art, but I don't think I'm ready for it..."
Ⅳ. Marcus is usually wearing a facade that hides his pains, depression, and insecurity -- "Just because my life has been bad, and just because I don't always feel good doesn't mean I have to spoil everyone else's days by showing it."

Other
ADONIS.

Potential Romantic Interest
Ⅰ. At this stage in the RP, any of the men."I don't know what it is about another guy, but I just want one of them as my lifelong love. Don't get me wrong, girls aren't unattractive or anything, they just don't appeal to me."

[Vormund]

Here's Ranch Hand Ephraim, Fox.

Spoiler

Full Name
Ephraim Lysander Anaxagoras

Age
23

Birthday
Summer 4

Gender
Male

Physical Appearance
Ephraim is about 6'4" and weighs damn near 200 lbs. And he's not a very big man (not that he's tiny, he's still got a god set of shoulders on him), just very densely packed with lean, strong, well defined muscle built from years of training, boxing, and exercising. Ephraim's inky black hair, when loose, falls to about his diaphragm, and is an even length all around... Although it is rarely unbound from his usual ponytail from the center of the back of his skull (as pictured), and even then, there is always that one strand that can never NOT be in his white-blue eyes. He's got a bit of a tan, but he's far from bronze.

He has many light scars, but those are all from workout-related injuries he didn't take care of until after his workout. He has not tattoos or piercings, but wears this one necklace (that he never explains, ever) at all times, including bed, showers, hot springs, etc. Even if it doesn't go with the clothing or the occasion (it's been seen with tuxedos).

Occupation
World-Champion Boxer turned Part-Time Ranch Hand

Likes

• Weight Training, and everything related (working out, boxing, cardio, etc.)
• His Vintage Motorbike, Vintage Pickup Truck and Vintage Vehicles in general
• The Town Lighthouse, which he bought and turned into a house, as well as a functional lighthouse
• Everdale, it's why he retired here, instead of somewhere else

Dislikes

• His Own Cooking
• Small Spaces
• The cane the doctor back home gave him
• Graveyards

History
It started at 7 years old. Ephraim Anaxagoras, youngest of four, and the only son, saw a championship bout on TV. From that day on, he wanted to be a boxer. Now, like all tots that age, Ephraim had said a dozen different things about what he wanted to be when he grew up. Police Man, Ambulance driver, Firefighter... The same things every kid pretends to be during playtime at least once in their careers as kids.

However, unlike most, Ephraim didn't stop wanting to be a Boxer. That was it, his dream, and he strove for it the best he could. During his childhood he learned out of books and watching the fights on the television. As soon as he hit puberty, he started hitting the gym. By the time he was fifteen, he was in an Under-Eighteens boxing league and winning trophies for it.

But it wasn't enough. Ephraim dropped out of high school to join an actual boxing gym, and the moment he turned eighteen he went for the amateur league on his area. He ended up going to nationals that same season, and took home the bronze.

It was during this time that his mother died from complications from her heart surgery. Ephraim went to the funeral, and then went back to boxing, letting his pain and anger fuel him into greater heights. Next season he took home silver at nationals. Much better than 99% percent of people who enter sports leagues, but still not enough for Ephraim.

A sponsor was interested enough in him, despite that, to send him to an actual pro gym and have him trained. That started, Ephraim went to take his Pro Test, and was the only one of that batch to make it to the WBA (World Boxing Association). He was ready to show the world his strength, and his debut fight was set for two months from that day. For two months, he trained harder than he had ever trained before, even during his training for the pro test. He wanted to win.

And he lost. Third round, knockout.

During that fight, his father was involved in a fatal car accident with one of his sisters. Ephraim went to that funeral as well, and then went back to Boxing as family drifted apart, his eldest sister remaining in occasional contact, and his youngest sister (still three years older than him) falling off the face of the earth, for as much as she talked to them anymore. Boxing was all he had left, although it took monumental effort to get his head back in the game.

Ephraim kept it up though, and it won him the National Title by the age of twenty-one, and World Champion title at the age of 22. He had reached his goal, and made Hall of Fame as the youngest World Champ to exist. And he kept that title for a year, defending it in a match that lasted the whole ten rounds in one of the most brutal regulated fights this decade.

But it all went wrong one night, when Ephraim was involved in a motorcycle accident that twisted his spine and hips, and put him in a wheelchair for a year. After physical therapy and bedrest and plenty of pain medication, Ephraim was released back into the outside world, a forgotten celebrity. So, with the money he had earned from prizes over the years of boxing, and that one lucky lotto ticket, Ephraim went to the place of many a family vacation, and bought the abandoned lighthouse. After a few months of making it liveable, he moved to Everdale as the part-timer at the ranch, doing something to keep from going insane with boredom...

Until he can return to his glory days, and return to the ring, his real home.

Personality
Ephraim is the happy-go-luckiest, most carefree individual a person could ever imagine meeting. Nothing gets to him, and very rare is the moment he gets angry. Also rare is the moment he doesn't have a joking, sarcastic comeback ready for the moment a social situation calls for it. His lackadaisical attitude has made him as many enemies as it has friends, however, for he can't seem to be serious, at all.

Except when training. He runs, swims, lifts weights, and will even stop in the middle of a run, in the middle of public, and start shadowboxing. And if you think of trying to get his attention when he's working out, don't. He lets nothing stop him from keeping his former glory, even if he has retired from boxing professionally.

Basically, He does what he wants, when he wants, and how he wants to do it, and doesn't seem to care at all what people think or say. Not to say he's a jerk or anything, au contraire, he's quite a nice guy, even if he can't seem to remember his please's and thank you's all the time. He tends to forget the little things, but with his natural charm and good looks, he's able to (usually) get out of it. Ephraim is always confident, stubborn and always well-stocked with energy. If Ephraim is giving up on something, then something is very wrong.

Secrets
His Past. He doesn't talk about it... Except for boxing matches. He will spend half the night drinking and telling you about former battles in glorious detail, if you let him. It's not that he hates his past, he just prefers to talk about different things.

The fact that he's a lottery winner, and has just about 20 million in the bank. And you'd never guess from the way he lives, way below his means.

He's SUPPOSED to use his cane when walking. Doing it, however... not so much. That cane stays in his closet.

Other
Ephraim is also quite fond of drinking, although it doesn't help him with keeping his body strong. Old habits die hard, and in this one's case, don't die at all. He doesn't drink so much he gets drunk, though. He'll go home with a buzz every few nights, but very rare is the time he's smashed off his ass.

Potential Romantic Interest
None, as of yet.

Post Example
Wolf smiled at her calmly, a sardonic smile that had a hint of... what? Melancholy? True Sadness? It was much deeper than the grim smirk he always wore. Wolf was more than his sister was probably telling everybody. He was far more than a father-slaughtering madman with the blood of hundreds of innocents staining his soul blacker then any void. Most of that was true, aside from the mad part. Wolf was anything but insane.

"Are you to be my salvation, then? Will you take me by the hand and lead me through the pitch-blackness that is my soul?" Wolf asked, in all seriousness and curiosity. He was not poking fun in any way at Mal'ta's new found lifestyle. She was a soul saved from the darkness of the underworld before it got its grip on her. Wolf would forever more be blackened. Not that he was jealous, he was just half-glad that she, of all people, was spared that.

Her next questions gave him pause. He should have figured that if he went shirtless, questions would pop up about his mana stone. With a sigh, Wolf put his book from his lap to the small table between the three armchairs. "So we finally reach the topic of my Mana Stone. Yes, that is what prolongs my youth. As long as magical force exists in this world, I will exist."