[OOC] Can You Hear the Distance Calling? (Accepting)

[DisguisedDemon]

So I like the number we're at, but I would definitely like more guys.

[Fubsy]

I can make another character if you'd like.

[DisguisedDemon]

Oh you guys don't have to worry about that if you don't want to. I suppose we could always start and wait for people to join.

Only make as many characters as you are comfortable with.

[MushyKetchup]

Oh you guys don't have to worry about that if you don't want to. I suppose we could always start and wait for people to join.

Only make as many characters as you are comfortable with.

@DisguisedDemon

I could change my char's gender if you'd like. Or maybe we could say we have slots open, but we're only accepting male characters. -shrug- It's up to you.

MK

[DisguisedDemon]

<Snipped quote by DisguisedDemon>

I could change my char's gender if you'd like. Or maybe we could say we have slots open, but we're only accepting male characters. -shrug- It's up to you.

MK

@MushyKetchup

I just hate that, but in this rp having an even number seems like the best. So yeah, I'll probably just say wwere only accepting guys now. Gotta go out it on the main page.

[DisguisedDemon]

If any of you are comfortable doubling up and playing a male, that'd be great, but otherwise I think we may start as we are. How does everyone feel about that?

[Aletheias]

There are five girls and officially two guys. If Sakurasan posts her second character then we'd just need two more.

Hmm... I try not to have more than one character per RP anymore but if we don't get anyone new by tonight (maybe 10:00 pm Eastern time USA) then I'll have my guy up. I've already started working on another chara sheet just in case. :)

[MushyKetchup]

I've invited a male friend of mine to join. Might invite a few more if they're interested. :)

MK

[Aletheias]

I've invited a male friend of mine to join. Might invite a few more if they're interested. :)

MK

@MushyKetchup

Awesome! I don't know what your religion is, but God bless your soul. ༼つ ் ▽ ் ༽つ

[Wade Wilson]

I've invited a male friend of mine to join. Might invite a few more if they're interested. :)

MK

@MushyKetchup

*cough cough* and female *cough cough*

Don't worry, I'm making a male, though :D

[Wade Wilson]

Alexander Wilson Bryant

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Alex stands at a regular 5’11”, with an athletic frame, with a somewhat lithe look to it. This is complemented by his broad shoulders, defined abs, and a strong, smooth jawline - the living definition of “chick magnet”, which is actually contrasted by the way he dresses. This is because he wears more comfortable attire, such as loose-fitting jeans, and a baggy, grey shirt. This is comfortable in more ways than one - it draws people away from all the attractive parts of him, and makes sure that whoever does want to approach him does so because they want to get to know him as a person, and not just because he’s got a six-pack, or his tight muscles.

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►Name◄
Alexander Wilson Bryant

►Nickname(s)◄
Alex – who doesn’t like having to talk less?

►Age◄
22

►Gender◄
Male (he’s got balls, so…)

►Likes◄
✔ Going on trips
✔ His friends
✔ Videogames
✔ Competition
✔ Tolerable people
✔ Having fun
✔ Trying new things
✔ Pushing himself to the max
✔ Adrenaline rushes
✔ “I told you so” moments

►Dislikes◄
✘ Non-tolerable people
✘ People fucking with his friends & him
✘ Sour losers
✘ Bragging snobs
✘ Hypocrites
✘ Those stereotypical girls that fit under the Mean Girls archetype of “Plastic”
✘ The fact he knows what the “Plastic” archetype is (it’s a long story involving an ex-girlfriend and nothing better to do than sit and watch a Mean Girls marathon)

►Personality◄
Absent-minded, quiet, and distant. That’s what other people see him as - the epitome of the term “lone wolf”. However, for those that he sees as actually decent, or worth it, he is much more than that. In actuality, Alex is the most loyal, trustworthy, and friendly person you’ll meet. He’s like a father figure to people, and an incredibly loyal friend. Alex is also quite laid-back and relaxed, but that in no way means he’s an underachiever. When he puts his mind to it, he can slip into game-mode and bag a win in anything. He encourages people to do the same, however he understands that sometimes we all have our lazy days.

However, despite his loyal side, Alex can also be a bit of an ass. He can always be seen pulling pranks on the friends he makes, be it to piss them off, or put a smile on their faces. He’s rarely ever been caught for it, of course, but people who’ve known him for a while know to watch out for it, especially if you piss him off.

Speaking of pissing Alex off, there is one final side to him. If you insult him, one of his close friends, or one of his family, even, both you and the local radius. Not exactly setting a good example as a supposed “father figure”, but friends and family definitely know he’ll look out for them no matter what, even if he can lose his temper sometimes. This archetype, despite being his least prominent, is a surprise to some people, given his usual laid-back, calm nature, and his facade of absent-mindedness.

►Place Of Origin◄
Canandaigua, Ontario County, New York

►History◄
Alex’s life hasn’t exactly been a fairytale, though, luckily, it hasn’t been too much of a tragedy, either. He was born and raised in Canandaigua alongside his older brother, David, until the age of 6, when his family moved to Sacramento. Life was pretty average for him there, with him going to a new school and making good friends, with some of them transferring into the same high school as him. For a while, life seemed alright.

That was, until, one night when he was thirteen.

His brother and him had just come home from school, with his brother having had the more eventful day in class than Alex. Instead of opening up and talking to their parents about it, David decided to vent to his brother, instead. This spawned into a heated argument, with David calling Alex “a waste of space”, “useless” and “a mistake”. These soul-crushing insults continued into the next week, until Alex became sick of it. Friday night, when the two got home from school, David shouting at his brother like usual, Alex turned around to him and threw everything he had at him. Screaming about how he was ashamed to be related to him, and that David “didn’t deserve to live”. His older brother proceeded to punch him in the face, and then stormed up to his room, never coming out for the rest of the night.

The following morning, David was gone. His room was empty, save for the biggest items, and his coat and shoes were missing from the hallway. They sent out a report to the police, but, apart from a few jackasses that enjoyed the suffering of a grieving family, David has never been heard of since. Alex felt guilty, and his mind constantly tore him apart, making him think it was his entire fault. However, he hid it from those around him, and it (unfortunately) was never picked up on.

A few months later, when Alex was fourteen, his parents heard about a camp nearby. Alex was getting therapy for the disappearance of his brother, but apart from that, he wasn’t really socialising with anyone. He’d shut out everyone at school, and barely concentrated on his work. Surely it could do him some good to meet some fresh people? So, they sent him to a place named Camp Liberty that summer, and it was a success. When he came home, he seemed like he’d regained a little bit of his old self, and it made a lot of difference, even if it was only a small piece. He wanted to talk to people, told his parents all about his time there, and was begging to go again. He went for 4 whole years, and it helped him to regain himself, bit by bit. On his final year, he was determined to pull his finger out, and put the other teams in their place, and it actually happened.

Now, he’s a young adult at 22, being dragged into a trip by the divine temptation of wanderlust. His family are fine with it, and they think it might help him even more, despite that kind of happening when he was eighteen. He’s excited to meet new people, and, who knows, maybe he’ll bump into some old friends. He doubts it, though.

►Extra◄
He’s a great-ass singer.

@Aletheias Well here ya go :D
It's actually a character from another roleplay, Camp Liberty, that I've modified, since I felt like he fit with this roleplay. I'm glad of it, too, as the other roleplay didn't get that far before it got inactive. ;c

[Aletheias]

@Wade Wilson Woah, man! It... It's so beautiful. That font. Those check marks. The details. ahdflahsdfljasdfhdsfhdfhh

i cri tears of joy ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

Plot twist: Alex finds David chilling in Cuba with two three month old puppies named Cat and Fish.

[DisguisedDemon]

How do you get those checkmarks?! I searched forever cause I wanted it like that but I couldn't figure it out and got too lazy to keep looking.

And don't feel like you have to make a second character. We'll make it without having a perfect number.

[CanisMajoris2]

Hello, y'all! I'm Miss Ketch's male friend she invited. How's everybody doing? Still accepting men-people?

[DisguisedDemon]

Hello, y'all! I'm Miss Ketch's male friend she invited. How's everybody doing? Still accepting men-people?

@CanisMajoris2

Of course!! Welcome!

[DisguisedDemon]

@Wade Wilson

Also, accepted. I had to take some time and just read through everything. Sorry it took a little.

[Benzaiten]

How exactly would that RP look like? What we get some tasks to do or is this completely free-style writing? Where will the RP start? Will there be GM posts that give situations or tasks or anything that guides the RP a little?

What exactly is it gonna be like?

[Wade Wilson]

@Wade Wilson

Also, accepted. I had to take some time and just read through everything. Sorry it took a little.

@DisguisedDemon

It's alright. I'll move him over :D

How do you get those checkmarks?! I searched forever cause I wanted it like that but I couldn't figure it out and got too lazy to keep looking.

And don't feel like you have to make a second character. We'll make it without having a perfect number.

@DisguisedDemon

Well here ya go

@Wade Wilson Woah, man! It... It's so beautiful. That font. Those check marks. The details. ahdflahsdfljasdfhdsfhdfhh

i cri tears of joy ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

Plot twist: Alex finds David chilling in Cuba with two three month old puppies named Cat and Fish.

@Aletheias

Aha. I use either 1001 fonts or Font Meme in order to achieve such beautifulness. The link to copy/paste characters is above this quote, too. ;)

[CanisMajoris2]

Nathaniel Sheffield

Nathaniel Sheffield

| Nathan, Nate, Sheff' |

| 24 |

| Male |

| Likes |
[+]Music, especially acoustic guitar
[+]The woods, nature, and fish
[+]Writing (though he's not very good at it)
[+]Silence
[+]The sound of the wind
[+]A small stray dog he found and takes with him everywhere
[+]His sister's cooking
[+]Running (something he has a strange talent for)

| Dislikes |
[-]Superficiality
[-]Noises repeated over and over again
[-]Reading (gets too agitated)
[-]Birds
[-]Corn
[-]The sun when it's just rising
[-]People attempting to help him
[-]Soccer

| Personality |
To say that Nate is antisocial would be to vastly oversimplify a frankly complex issue of the mind. Nate is bitterly sarcastic, to a point that it starts becoming hard to tell whether or not he's kidding. His fatalist look on life has left him hollow and cynical, rejecting all sorts of interpersonal relationships, regardless of whether one had or could have existed.

Spending the majority of his time alone, it would be somewhat surprising for some to find that he can actually be quite sociable if he's in the right mood. To those that only experienced these brief periods of sociality, he appears genial, gregarious, and more or less normal to anyone, if a bit reliant on deadpan sarcasm for his humor. In order to not feel hollow and bitter, however, he sheds this extroverted shell every so often to slink away, alone, and find that everything with him is as bad as it is.

As it is, Nate is primarily regarded as somewhat of an outcast, a failure in the genetic pool of extroverts. The sad fact is that Nate genuinely feels the pull to interact with others, but when he does, he often gets muddled in cynicism, lashing out at anyone who tries to get close to him. Anyone who knows him regards him with suspicion, and anyone who doesn't regards him with the same morbid curiosity one might have over a dying animal. In his disregard of love, he has stopped believing it exists, and it would take something truly miraculous to change that.

| Place Of Origin |
Newark, New Jersey

| History |
Nate's history is one wrought with self-inflicted pain and heartbreak. To start, he is recovering from a crippling drug addiction started in his waning high school years that both tore him and his family apart. It was near the end of his sophomore year that he first tried marijuana--which was nothing special, he had thought; everyone smokes marijuana at least once in their life. As he casually dabbled in the drug through his junior year, a friend of his introduced him to the wildly erratic effects of prescription pills. Nate tried this for a short time before ditching them, finding the results more trying on his stomach than his mind.

The summer before senior year was when he tried heroin first, and it was at that moment that he truly became an addict. It was at a summer beach house in Chincoteague, Virginia, where the sun was high and warm, the ocean soft and green, and the women were aplenty and willing. This beach house was used extensively by his friends as a drug hideout and mini-harem, and the things that went on behind its wind-washed doors could frighten even the most stalwart of hearts.

Regardless, Nate was hooked, and through senior year he experimented with wildly varying drugs of different qualities. The terrifying effects of PCP forced him to legitimately question whether his addiction was a sustainable habit, but it wasn't until he nearly ruptured a blood vessel from heroin use that his family finally got involved. Aware that something was wrong from the start--missing valuables, $1,634 missing from the bank--his parents instinctively placed him in a rehabilitation hospital, a move he so detested that one night--after a day spent drinking his parents' liquor--he stormed up to his mother and threatened to kill her if she sent him there.

That was the final straw, and his father promptly called the nearest psychiatric hospital, where he was taken away in a strait jacket and kept in solitary confinement for several weeks. Coming out humbled, emasculated, and thoroughly doubting the goodwill of mankind, Nate looked to an outlet. He found one in music. Combined with his natural proclivity for rhythm, he became quite good at the guitar, eventually signing up for night gigs in bars and nightclubs. The little money he made on the side was enough for his parents to begin to forgive him, but they figured he needed something else, something special. So, on his 24th birthday, they gave him a trip with several other people his age from across the world.

"To meet people who you can trust," his mother had said.

"To see the world and experience something magical," his father had said.

The naturally skeptical Nate had replied, "You should look at the tree outside our window."

But he complied, if only to assuage his parents' worry, and with low expectations for the future, he prepares for the next few weeks to be some of the dullest of his life.

| Extra |
Nate actually has had several girlfriends, but none of them stayed with him. (Most were too overwhelmed with his issues to do so, and one left him because she thought his friend was better.)

One of the few people Nate loves and respects is his younger sister Phoebe, who was one of the reasons he tried to quit drugs in the first place.

@DisguisedDemonHow's it look, cap'?

[Wade Wilson]

Nathaniel Sheffield

Nathaniel Sheffield

| Nathan, Nate, Sheff' |

| 24 |

| Male |

| Likes |
[+]Music, especially acoustic guitar
[+]The woods, nature, and fish
[+]Writing (though he's not very good at it)
[+]Silence
[+]The sound of the wind
[+]A small stray dog he found and takes with him everywhere
[+]His sister's cooking
[+]Running (something he has a strange talent for)

| Dislikes |
[-]Superficiality
[-]Noises repeated over and over again
[-]Reading (gets too agitated)
[-]Birds
[-]Corn
[-]The sun when it's just rising
[-]People attempting to help him
[-]Soccer

| Personality |
To say that Nate is antisocial would be to vastly oversimplify a frankly complex issue of the mind. Nate is bitterly sarcastic, to a point that it starts becoming hard to tell whether or not he's kidding. His fatalist look on life has left him hollow and cynical, rejecting all sorts of interpersonal relationships, regardless of whether one had or could have existed.

Spending the majority of his time alone, it would be somewhat surprising for some to find that he can actually be quite sociable if he's in the right mood. To those that only experienced these brief periods of sociality, he appears genial, gregarious, and more or less normal to anyone, if a bit reliant on deadpan sarcasm for his humor. In order to not feel hollow and bitter, however, he sheds this extroverted shell every so often to slink away, alone, and find that everything with him is as bad as it is.

As it is, Nate is primarily regarded as somewhat of an outcast, a failure in the genetic pool of extroverts. The sad fact is that Nate genuinely feels the pull to interact with others, but when he does, he often gets muddled in cynicism, lashing out at anyone who tries to get close to him. Anyone who knows him regards him with suspicion, and anyone who doesn't regards him with the same morbid curiosity one might have over a dying animal. In his disregard of love, he has stopped believing it exists, and it would take something truly miraculous to change that.

| Place Of Origin |
Newark, New Jersey

| History |
Nate's history is one wrought with self-inflicted pain and heartbreak. To start, he is recovering from a crippling drug addiction started in his waning high school years that both tore him and his family apart. It was near the end of his sophomore year that he first tried marijuana--which was nothing special, he had thought; everyone smokes marijuana at least once in their life. As he casually dabbled in the drug through his junior year, a friend of his introduced him to the wildly erratic effects of prescription pills. Nate tried this for a short time before ditching them, finding the results more trying on his stomach than his mind.

The summer before senior year was when he tried heroin first, and it was at that moment that he truly became an addict. It was at a summer beach house in Chincoteague, Virginia, where the sun was high and warm, the ocean soft and green, and the women were aplenty and willing. This beach house was used extensively by his friends as a drug hideout and mini-harem, and the things that went on behind its wind-washed doors could frighten even the most stalwart of hearts.

Regardless, Nate was hooked, and through senior year he experimented with wildly varying drugs of different qualities. The terrifying effects of PCP forced him to legitimately question whether his addiction was a sustainable habit, but it wasn't until he nearly ruptured a blood vessel from heroin use that his family finally got involved. Aware that something was wrong from the start--missing valuables, $1,634 missing from the bank--his parents instinctively placed him in a rehabilitation hospital, a move he so detested that one night--after a day spent drinking his parents' liquor--he stormed up to his mother and threatened to kill her if she sent him there.

That was the final straw, and his father promptly called the nearest psychiatric hospital, where he was taken away in a strait jacket and kept in solitary confinement for several weeks. Coming out humbled, emasculated, and thoroughly doubting the goodwill of mankind, Nate looked to an outlet. He found one in music. Combined with his natural proclivity for rhythm, he became quite good at the guitar, eventually signing up for night gigs in bars and nightclubs. The little money he made on the side was enough for his parents to begin to forgive him, but they figured he needed something else, something special. So, on his 24th birthday, they gave him a trip with several other people his age from across the world.

"To meet people who you can trust," his mother had said.

"To see the world and experience something magical," his father had said.

The naturally skeptical Nate had replied, "You should look at the tree outside our window."

But he complied, if only to assuage his parents' worry, and with low expectations for the future, he prepares for the next few weeks to be some of the dullest of his life.

| Extra |
Nate actually has had several girlfriends, but none of them stayed with him. (Most were too overwhelmed with his issues to do so, and one left him because she thought his friend was better.)

One of the few people Nate loves and respects is his younger sister Phoebe, who was one of the reasons he tried to quit drugs in the first place.

@DisguisedDemonHow's it look, cap'?

@CanisMajoris2

I've missed this shit. Welcome motherfuckin' back, Canis.