Damn... I wanted to get my sheet up before the first post. Guess I lost the race. Well played. e_e

@Mr Allen J @Universorum @Altered Tundra @HalfofLancelot @Symphoni

First post is up! Sorry for the wait as I got a little carried away with my first post. D:

@HushedWhispers

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Got carried away by double posting this as well, huh? :P

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Well, no. You can only mention ten people so I just did it twice.

Who are you to judge me?! LOL. Kidding.

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LOL!, totally didn't notice the different people. Only knew that I was sorta seeing double.

I'll have something later - I am totally useless at making a first post unless there's someone to interact with.

A post will probably be coming sometime over the weekend. Relations ..those will come...eventually. >.>

Sander Loraine [+]

Sander Loraine

"He always smiled, and he always chuckled, but inside he did not notice anyone, did not care; it was his body that smiled, nodded and shook hands. Nothing touched his mind, which remained remote."
-Philip K. Dick, Ubik

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Name:

Sander Loraine

Nickname:

Sandy

Birth Date:

10/15/1997

Age:

18

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Hetero

Relationship Status:

Single

Occupation:

Sells props and random things on Etsy

Classification:

Senior

Role:

Artist

In Depth Appearance:

Standing at 6’1’’ with a pretty face and hair the color of sand, Sander is exactly what you call ‘tall, blonde and gorgeous’. Well, the last part might be debatable, but admitedly, he is easy on the eyes, with sharp nose and defined jawline. His hair is a light blonde, though with strands of brown mixed in as well. He keeps it long and a tad messy, though not enough to pull into a pony tail, which he is aiming for at the moment. While he does play some sport, such as swimming or running, Sander is still pretty lanky for a guy his age. Sure, he has some definition in the mid section,but it isn’t something to brag about.

He often dresses a bit formal while on campus, crisp white shirt and jeans, sleeves rolled up to keep them clean. However, it is not rare to see him in casual clothing either, mostly on Fridays or Mondays. It is also obvious that he goes shopping quite often; he rarely wears the same shirt twice.

Sander isn’t the type of guy you’d root for in a fight. With his mild disposition and easy smiles, it is hard to imagine he getting in one in the first place. However, he has his fair share of scars. The most notable ones are probably on his hands. They mars the long, slender fingers; some across his palms, others runs the length of his fingers. Most are quite shallow and faded, but there are also ones that have stitch marks on them. He does not have any tattoo or percings.

M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

• Stares at people sometimes.
• Grins widely when something or someone bothers him; it is different from his normal grins. You know when you see it.
• Gets evasive when it comes to his personal life.
• Does not like to shake hands.
• Only drinks coffee for breakfast.
• Never draws people, only does so when requested.
• Signs all his work anonymous

Hobbies:

• Craving
• Drawing
• Talking to new people
• Running
• Video games. Has a habit of gifting weird fetish games to his friends on Steam for a laugh.

Likes:

• Cheese.
• Food with cheese (seriously, he puts cheese on everything.)
• White shirts.
• The feel of charcoal on white paper.
• Horror movies.

Dislikes:

• Violence
• Bossy people
• Long nails
• Getting angry

Fears:

• Cockroaches.
• His mother being disappointed in him.
• Being lonely
• Failures.

Personality:

♦ Open-minded ♦ Indecisive ♦ Patient ♦ Reserved ♦

Sander is all soft smiles and friendly chatter when it comes to dealing with other people. He knows how to keep a conversation going, how to steer it into a direction everyone is comfortable with and how to include everyone. One would think he is friendly at first, the type of guy that makes friends with everyone. The truth, though, requires a bit of interactions with him and a pair of keen eyes to see. While he seems like he enjoys socializing, which he does to some degree, he always keeps people at arm-length. He gets evasive with certain questions, he prods people for their hobbies and preferences, but rarely volunteers his own. It isn’t like he has extreme trust issue or paranoia or anything. Sander does care about people; he does enjoy making friends and forging relationships. It is just hard for him to open up to others.

His mild disposition would remind you of those nice guys that always gets stuck in the friend zone. Well, admittedly, he does get strained over there quite often. His indecisiveness does not help either, as he tends to mull over his emotions and thoughts for far too long, which in turns, makes his love life into a wreck of bad decisions and bitter regrets. Some might even label Sander a wimp. He avoids conflicts and people who attracts conflicts altogether. Mostly because fights would look bad on his resume, not to mention that he might not win any of them at all. However, that does not mean he doesn’t watch. He has a taste for gossips; while he doesn’t go around spreading them, he does enjoy listening in for a bit of juicy rumors. It is something of a guilty pleasure to him though; it takes a fair bit of persuasion for him to reveal a tiny fraction of what he knows.

Sander isn’t without his dark side, however. His wrath isn’t easy to evoke; he actively avoids unpleasant things and people that gets on his nerves. But the violent streak is undeniably there, and he had act on it before. The results were not pretty.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

History:

Like many students from Beverly Hills High, his family is loaded. Well, if one was to get technical, his mother was; her family was one of those old money folks, with wealth and history that stretched back to when people still bowing and scraping their feet. His father was merely someone who married into wealth and worked his way up, eventually getting appointed as the CEO of some corporation across the country that Sander didn’t bother to remember. They separated when he was ten, Sander went to live with his mother in her sprawling country-side manor, while his father married some curvy secretary and disappeared from his life. The memories from his childhood before his parents split were some of his best. He missed it far more than he missed the man himself.

After her divorce, his mother kept herself busy. She had a company of her own to take care of, and yet, she still made time for little Sander. So it could be said that his childhood still remained relatively normal; his mother was a firm yet fair woman. While she did indulge Sander now and then, she was very strict when it came to his education. She made sure he went to the most prestigious schools, had the best tutors and spent the majority of his time learning all the skills needed for latter in his life. It wasn’t that bad at first. He complied quietly, he did all he could to make his mother proud. It took its toll later on though. Half-way through middle school, he got picked on a lot, mostly because of the studious, quiet kid made an easy target. He didn’t fight back, fearing the troubles he would get into with the teachers, then it would probably ruin his chance of getting into a spotless resume by the end of the year. So he kept his mouth shut and went along with it, but eventually, his grades slipped. Needless to say, his mother was less than pleased. She blamed him, naturally. Between the bullies at school and his mother’s impossible expectations, he was suffocating. At least, when the last year of middle school rolled around, he had found a solution to the former. He surrounded himself with friends, well, more like acquaintances, to be honest. With some of the more popular kids on his side, the bullies left him alone.

When it was time to pick a high school, he insisted on the Beverly Hills High, knowing that it was far enough from home that he was allowed at least some freedom. He got what he wanted, though he knew his mother still kept tab on his grades and such. So he kept his grades up enough to make her happy, but he didn’t spend so much time studying things he had little interest in anymore. It was around this time that he took up carving. He knew the basics of it, but most of his skills were self-taught and learnt from Youtube videos, especially the ones that had that ‘do not try this at home’ note. Which explained the scars. Despite his interest in the Arts, he never joined the art club though. At least, not officially. He came to every meetings, every afterschool sessions and submitted his work regularly, but he asked them to keep his name of the roster.

The end of their high school life loomed near, and while Sander would never admit it, he was freaking out. He still hadn’t found his path yet; still hadn’t decided on which college he would apply for, which major he would pick. He hated it that every time he tried to make a decision, he always had to think about what his mother would say. It irked him to no end, but he was at an impasse.

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M I S C .

Extracurricular Activities:

• Swim Club
• Art Club (unofficially)
• Sometimes helps the Drama Club with their props.

Extra:

Sockets by Slaves cause it’s great for intense gaming sessions.

Anything Else:

Sander is ambidextrous, though he only draws or carves with his right hand.

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Messed up the coding so I had to backtrack quite a bit. But it's done \o/. I will get the relationsheet later, is that okay?

@HushedWhispers

If no one claims the spot of the Head Thespian, could I have it?

Working on a post right now. Should be up within the hour.