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i, too, should have my CS up sometime today
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CS from Haley coming y'alls way today ^.^
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Working on mine as we speak.
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@Core if you don't mind, I'm gonna take a few things from this CS and adapt them into my own.
Just for completionism's sake.
Just for completionism's sake.
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โฆ Artyom Dimitri Ekaterina Petrovka โฆ
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Artyom's physical condition is currently in peak form - that is to say, he's at the age that is for men typically described as being the top of their game. It shows in how he looks. His face is still soft, with only some wrinkles on his forehead from frequent frowning - the rest is clear of any irregularities, bar some small birthmarks and dots on his face. He has no scars - none visible at least, as there is a small cross-shaped one on his chin which is hidden by a beard - and boasts a good looking, healthy skin.
His eyes are relatively small compared to some of the Western people, as he is ethnically Russian, and thus lacks the characteristical large eyes. Although they are already small, his eyebrows do not do his eyes any favor as they are relatively low and typically furrowed over his eyes, making his eyes look smaller, and making him himself look more angry and/or serious than he actually is.
His hair is a dark brown, with a few loose gray hairs in his beard. Both his hair and beard are well kept and commonly groomed. The gray hairs are found mostly in the hairs just below his lower lip, with some on either side of the mustache too. Bad genetics are to blame, since Artyom is not that old yet.
Physique wise, he's about average-slightly above average. He's not that muscled, compared to some of those that lift weights. But he lives a healthy lifestyle comparatively, and gets enough movement. His strength primarily comes from his back, shoulders and upper arms, where some definition in the muscles can be seen during a movement that flexes these muscles. Other than that, his chest, stomach, legs and other muscled areas are about average. No bodybuilder, at any rate.
Height: 6'2"/1.89m
Weight: 183lbs/83kg
Eyes: brown
Hair: dark brown
Skin Tone: pale
His eyes are relatively small compared to some of the Western people, as he is ethnically Russian, and thus lacks the characteristical large eyes. Although they are already small, his eyebrows do not do his eyes any favor as they are relatively low and typically furrowed over his eyes, making his eyes look smaller, and making him himself look more angry and/or serious than he actually is.
His hair is a dark brown, with a few loose gray hairs in his beard. Both his hair and beard are well kept and commonly groomed. The gray hairs are found mostly in the hairs just below his lower lip, with some on either side of the mustache too. Bad genetics are to blame, since Artyom is not that old yet.
Physique wise, he's about average-slightly above average. He's not that muscled, compared to some of those that lift weights. But he lives a healthy lifestyle comparatively, and gets enough movement. His strength primarily comes from his back, shoulders and upper arms, where some definition in the muscles can be seen during a movement that flexes these muscles. Other than that, his chest, stomach, legs and other muscled areas are about average. No bodybuilder, at any rate.
Height: 6'2"/1.89m
Weight: 183lbs/83kg
Eyes: brown
Hair: dark brown
Skin Tone: pale
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Artyom Dimitri Ekaterina Petrovka
Also frequently called:
๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซAlso frequently called:
โArturโ
โDimaโ
โKatโ
โKatarinaโ
โDimaโ
โKatโ
โKatarinaโ
โ - male.
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๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐งDock-worker, part-time freelance photographer
๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐๐๐ฒ:April 6th
๐๐ญ๐ก๐ง๐ข๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ:Russian
๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐: Nizjni Novgorod, Russian Federation.
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Artyom has a typically Russian-immigrant attitude towards work. He's a hard worker, doesn't grumble when he needs to do manual labor, but in general just gets the job done. This shines through in most of his everyday activities, as he isn't one to sit around for too long and rather just gets started with work early so he can get it done early. In that aspect, time is important to him, and he will work hard and quick to get things done in time.
Essentially, if you need something done, Artyom is the one you ask. Especially if it's hard, back-breaking work that nobody else really wants to do. Someone has to do it. Artyom just expects to get something in return for doing it.
As such, he isn't some naรฏve person who will do anything for someone else just out of the kindness of his heart. That is not who he is at all, and his motto is quad pro quo. He might help you without expecting something in return for the first one, maybe two times, but after that he will expect you to either fend for yourself, or to repay him somehow. In that way he's not exactly a team player by being a selfless person - instead being more of a person that takes care of himself. But make no mistake - just because he has a brain and realizes when he is being used, doesn't mean he doesn't have a heart. His quad pro quo attitude only goes for strangers or people he doesn't exactly consider 'friends'.
A sharp contrast perhaps, but when it comes to his friends, he is very loyal and will do whatever it takes to keep them around. He is quite sacrificial when it comes down to that, willing to take a knife in the side, or a bullet to the chest for those whom he considers close to himself.
If there was ever a more fitting stereotype than the Russian that raises the red flag to rush towards the enemy to buy his comrades time to escape, then perhaps Artyom is a fitting face for that Russian. But you'll need to gain his favor before he'd even consider that for you.
Essentially, if you need something done, Artyom is the one you ask. Especially if it's hard, back-breaking work that nobody else really wants to do. Someone has to do it. Artyom just expects to get something in return for doing it.
As such, he isn't some naรฏve person who will do anything for someone else just out of the kindness of his heart. That is not who he is at all, and his motto is quad pro quo. He might help you without expecting something in return for the first one, maybe two times, but after that he will expect you to either fend for yourself, or to repay him somehow. In that way he's not exactly a team player by being a selfless person - instead being more of a person that takes care of himself. But make no mistake - just because he has a brain and realizes when he is being used, doesn't mean he doesn't have a heart. His quad pro quo attitude only goes for strangers or people he doesn't exactly consider 'friends'.
A sharp contrast perhaps, but when it comes to his friends, he is very loyal and will do whatever it takes to keep them around. He is quite sacrificial when it comes down to that, willing to take a knife in the side, or a bullet to the chest for those whom he considers close to himself.
If there was ever a more fitting stereotype than the Russian that raises the red flag to rush towards the enemy to buy his comrades time to escape, then perhaps Artyom is a fitting face for that Russian. But you'll need to gain his favor before he'd even consider that for you.
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Artyom was born in Nizjni Novgorod, in the Wolga oblast in the Russian Federation. He grew up there in the early years of his life until his father found employment in Vladivostok in the far East. It was a far move, and being 8 when it happened, Artyom abandoned a lot of friends for his fathers new employment. To a young child this was not worth the loss of friends, but ultimately now that he is an adult, he can understand why his father moved there. After all they did have a nicer apartment, more money, and generally just a better life. And new friends could be made easily, right?
His father worked on an oil rig off the coast of Eastern Russia and so he was gone from home a lot. So, Artyom grew up with his mother and his three sisters, being the man of the house at an age that many would consider too young. Though it was merely a joke at first, later in his life this title became more and more true. At the age of fourteen he started working part-time at a local butcher to earn some extra money for himself.
His sister Dunya, who was three years older than Artyom, and she moved to the United States when Artyom was 16. She had found a suitable husband through an online service, who lived in a place called 'Washington DC'. Although Artyom was sad to see her leave, it did him good to know that his sister was going to live a better live in the USA with a husband that could provide for her. Little did he know that the service was more or less a subtle, legal form of human trafficking.
His other sister, Gavriila, became a teacher at a primary school. This was when Artyom was 21, and had begun working at a dock - similar to the work he'd later do in the USA. It did not take long for Gavriila to meet a teacher that she liked, and then she got married to him.
It was another one of his sisters that left the house, leaving only the youngest, Katia, 16 years old. She was still enrolled in a high school for musically gifted children, which was afforded only because of their fathers' work on an oil rig, and subsidies from the Russian government that incentivized schooling for those children with exceptional talent in one department.
As Artyom reached the age of 23, his sister told him to come to Washington DC, telling him that there was plenty of work for people that did not mind to work hard. As she told him of the glamorous life she was living now, it was hard for Artyom to decline. Katia had graduated from school now and had begun a university level education in music, so it was impossible for Artyom to go to the USA, not with his mother being left behind.
For two years he still took care of her before his father retired and took up a job at the local docks, working as a manager. With father now being back home to take care of mother, Artyom arranged to fly out to Washington DC to work there.
Life was not as glamorous as his sister had told him - though, that might've been because Artyom was not a good-looking woman that wanted to marry an American man. Rather, he was a poor Russian that spoke little English, and had no university or college degree. After a year of living off of his savings, he finally managed to get a job at the docks, which was where he'd been working ever since.
In due time he moved into a new apartment in Baltham, which wasn't too bad. His wages could barely afford it, but he had to live somewhere and due to the rising prices of apartments in both Bainbridge Island and Baltham due to the rising affluence in the area, there was little choice - either he gave up his job and moved elsewhere, or he made due with what he had. It seemed an easy choice for a Russian immigrant that was used to living in near-poverty. The only time when he ate well was when he landed a free-lance photography gig, which happened from time to time. His favorites were weddings.
They let him take some of the food, most of the time.
At least his English had improved in an almost stellar fashion. He was fluent now, but his accent remained.
His father worked on an oil rig off the coast of Eastern Russia and so he was gone from home a lot. So, Artyom grew up with his mother and his three sisters, being the man of the house at an age that many would consider too young. Though it was merely a joke at first, later in his life this title became more and more true. At the age of fourteen he started working part-time at a local butcher to earn some extra money for himself.
His sister Dunya, who was three years older than Artyom, and she moved to the United States when Artyom was 16. She had found a suitable husband through an online service, who lived in a place called 'Washington DC'. Although Artyom was sad to see her leave, it did him good to know that his sister was going to live a better live in the USA with a husband that could provide for her. Little did he know that the service was more or less a subtle, legal form of human trafficking.
His other sister, Gavriila, became a teacher at a primary school. This was when Artyom was 21, and had begun working at a dock - similar to the work he'd later do in the USA. It did not take long for Gavriila to meet a teacher that she liked, and then she got married to him.
It was another one of his sisters that left the house, leaving only the youngest, Katia, 16 years old. She was still enrolled in a high school for musically gifted children, which was afforded only because of their fathers' work on an oil rig, and subsidies from the Russian government that incentivized schooling for those children with exceptional talent in one department.
As Artyom reached the age of 23, his sister told him to come to Washington DC, telling him that there was plenty of work for people that did not mind to work hard. As she told him of the glamorous life she was living now, it was hard for Artyom to decline. Katia had graduated from school now and had begun a university level education in music, so it was impossible for Artyom to go to the USA, not with his mother being left behind.
For two years he still took care of her before his father retired and took up a job at the local docks, working as a manager. With father now being back home to take care of mother, Artyom arranged to fly out to Washington DC to work there.
Life was not as glamorous as his sister had told him - though, that might've been because Artyom was not a good-looking woman that wanted to marry an American man. Rather, he was a poor Russian that spoke little English, and had no university or college degree. After a year of living off of his savings, he finally managed to get a job at the docks, which was where he'd been working ever since.
In due time he moved into a new apartment in Baltham, which wasn't too bad. His wages could barely afford it, but he had to live somewhere and due to the rising prices of apartments in both Bainbridge Island and Baltham due to the rising affluence in the area, there was little choice - either he gave up his job and moved elsewhere, or he made due with what he had. It seemed an easy choice for a Russian immigrant that was used to living in near-poverty. The only time when he ate well was when he landed a free-lance photography gig, which happened from time to time. His favorites were weddings.
They let him take some of the food, most of the time.
At least his English had improved in an almost stellar fashion. He was fluent now, but his accent remained.
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Emily stands at approximately 5'10" and weighs in at 152lbs with a slim body and the, ever-so-slight, bit of muscle. She's a natural ginger. Her hair sits in waves, varying in how 'loose' they are depending on the weather and when she brushed or washed her hair last, and it, generally, reaches bra strap length. She has deep chocolate brown eyes that seem to almost always sparkle with either a suggestive glance or the look of triumph if she's just dished an insult, sarcastic reply or something of the likes. Her soft lips are often sporting a smirk and she has a small scar on the peak of her left cheekbone.
It's hard to find Emily not sporting scratches or cut or bruises from some of her latest... activities. Her hands are most commonly marked with some minor wound she definitely won't get checked out. In total she has 5 piercings, 2 on each of her earlobes and a navel piercing and a tattoo on the back of her left shoulder. Her clothing style changes depending on her mood or the weather but, if whether is warm enough, a lot of her choices may be thought inappropriate by some people
It's hard to find Emily not sporting scratches or cut or bruises from some of her latest... activities. Her hands are most commonly marked with some minor wound she definitely won't get checked out. In total she has 5 piercings, 2 on each of her earlobes and a navel piercing and a tattoo on the back of her left shoulder. Her clothing style changes depending on her mood or the weather but, if whether is warm enough, a lot of her choices may be thought inappropriate by some people
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Emily Florence Waring
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*gestures to chest area*Are these not a giveaway?
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Y'know, in some countries you can legally drink at 18. We need that law here. What? I'll have to wait? *laughs* Oh that's cute.
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Emily can't hold a job. She takes part time work, usually for minimum wage, from little local places who are somehow out of the loop about her or pity hed but she's usually fired quickly. Her parents have cut off her card to their account but Emily had collected a bit of a some from it over time, however, she often crashes at Cleo's hence not needing to pay rent.
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Emily is definitely not the best of people, nor does she pretend or try to be. She is wild, rebellious and careless. Not for a day has she taken life seriously and doubts she ever will. She does what pleases and entertains her, no matter how reckless it is. Emily has no filter between her mind and her mouth nor between her mind and her actions. She speaks and acts without considering the consequences for herself or anyone else and tends to wear those consequences like a badge. She is a master liar and will tell as many lies as possible to get oit of a bad situation or being caught. She will say or do anything to get her will or her way. She's not afraid to use another's confidences against then.
Emily is very much an extrovert and often the life of the party. She will push her friends into uncomfortable situations for fun. She's fun-loving and does possess a heart for her friends, though she might not always show it. She'll happily take the blame for people she's close too, but would prefer assisting them lie their way out of punishment. Emily is open about who she is, she will be the first to tell you she's a bitch and often proclaims she's whore. She wears her worst traits as her crown and armour.
Emily is very much an extrovert and often the life of the party. She will push her friends into uncomfortable situations for fun. She's fun-loving and does possess a heart for her friends, though she might not always show it. She'll happily take the blame for people she's close too, but would prefer assisting them lie their way out of punishment. Emily is open about who she is, she will be the first to tell you she's a bitch and often proclaims she's whore. She wears her worst traits as her crown and armour.
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Emily is the only child of a CEO of a large accounting firm and his unemployed life. The money Michael earned paid enough for the family of three to live a rather luxurious life and Emily hadn't known a life without such a lifestyle until the last year. Between many business trips and the demanding work hours Emily saw much less of her father than her mother and her and her mother did not get along. The older, and rowduer, she got the more they would fight. As she got older her mother made it obviously her daughter had become a lost cause leaving her with little guidance yet still tried to control her life. This may have been a driving force in her current attitude.
From her early teens/late preteens Emily had a pretty bad reputation among people. She was always misbehaving and arrogant. The only notice she took to rules was how to break them. She was often in trouble for graffiting, defacing properties and disturbing public peace.
With both of her parents practically out of the picture Emily had one person to turn to, her neighbour~ Cleo. She met Cleo when the woman moved into a house neighbouring the Waring's. Being the curious nine year old Emily was she started talking to the woman through the fence and, over time, Cleo came to be like the mother Emily never had. Not that Emily would really follow her advice most of the time, but she does consider herself better then she would be without Cleo.
Emily was 15 when she snuck out to a party for rhe first time, of course it wasn't her first rebellious or misbehaving act. Leading up she had done some smaller rule-breakung actions and lied more than a few times (a couple being where she was) but this was the big one. She found to fit in perfectly and it was there she had her first try of alcohol and intimacy to a new degree. Since then the sneaking of to parties has become more common despite her mother still trying to run her daughter's life until she was 18. Coming home, proudly, with a new tattoo was the final straw as ber mother kicked her out and cut of any connection she had with her.
From her early teens/late preteens Emily had a pretty bad reputation among people. She was always misbehaving and arrogant. The only notice she took to rules was how to break them. She was often in trouble for graffiting, defacing properties and disturbing public peace.
With both of her parents practically out of the picture Emily had one person to turn to, her neighbour~ Cleo. She met Cleo when the woman moved into a house neighbouring the Waring's. Being the curious nine year old Emily was she started talking to the woman through the fence and, over time, Cleo came to be like the mother Emily never had. Not that Emily would really follow her advice most of the time, but she does consider herself better then she would be without Cleo.
Emily was 15 when she snuck out to a party for rhe first time, of course it wasn't her first rebellious or misbehaving act. Leading up she had done some smaller rule-breakung actions and lied more than a few times (a couple being where she was) but this was the big one. She found to fit in perfectly and it was there she had her first try of alcohol and intimacy to a new degree. Since then the sneaking of to parties has become more common despite her mother still trying to run her daughter's life until she was 18. Coming home, proudly, with a new tattoo was the final straw as ber mother kicked her out and cut of any connection she had with her.
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@Core if you don't mind, I'm gonna take a few things from this CS and adapt them into my own.
Just for completionism's sake.
No problem at all! I used one of the CS templates from Lady A's forum and adapted for this so if anything give her some love and check out the forum. :) If you need a link let me know.
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Cleo Alexandra James
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Standing five feet, seven inches tall, Cleo weighs one-hundred thirty-two pounds, giving her a slightly curvy, petite figure. Her light golden-brown hair falls down right below her shoulders in light waves. It can sometimes be seen straightened or pulled back into a ponytail. Looking upon the woman's square shaped face, you will find defined cheekbones, dark green eyes, a small, triangular nose and thin lips. Her long legs have a slight undertone of muscle, her arms the same. These features have been said to give her a 'natural beauty' look.
Cleo wears pale colors most of the time. Her favorite tops are a simple t-shirt or sweater, for bottoms, she wears jeans. Make-up is a trivial thing for the woman, only ever wearing mascara and eyeliner. One thing that she never goes anywhere without is her cresent moon necklace that she had had since she was little girl. Growing up on a farm, Cleo has a few scars from her child-hood shenanigans. One is on her right upper arm, from where she fell out of a tree at the age of ten, approximately five inches long, running vertically. Another on the inside of her left ankle, from a broken glass in the barn that she acquired at the age of fifteen.
Cleo wears pale colors most of the time. Her favorite tops are a simple t-shirt or sweater, for bottoms, she wears jeans. Make-up is a trivial thing for the woman, only ever wearing mascara and eyeliner. One thing that she never goes anywhere without is her cresent moon necklace that she had had since she was little girl. Growing up on a farm, Cleo has a few scars from her child-hood shenanigans. One is on her right upper arm, from where she fell out of a tree at the age of ten, approximately five inches long, running vertically. Another on the inside of her left ankle, from a broken glass in the barn that she acquired at the age of fifteen.
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Cleo Alexandra James. Nicknames include Leo, CJ and Alex.
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Cis female. Her/she pronouns.
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Thirty-seven
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Cleo is the local bartender.
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Resourceful || To Kind || Intelligent || Stubborn || Conversationalist
Cleo is a kind woman, said to have a motherly demeanor. She likes to look after others and believes that she knows best when it comes to most things. However, on occasion, she can be to kind, doing her best to see the best in who she wants, causing her to trust more than she should in certain situations. She is a realist, calling things and people like she see's them. If you look like crap, she'll tell you. If she thinks you're going to be great at something, she'll tell you. Cleo always worked hard in school, graduating with only one C her whole school career. Being more or less a momma bear, one of her weaknesses is the people that she cares about. Hands down, she would die for these people, which brings us to another weakness: being to damned loyal. Cleo is loyal downright loyal to the people she cares about, always trying to do what is best for them. If you call her at two in the morning, she's there. If someone hurts you, she's hurting them. Put her threw hell, she'll be there until she absolutely can't stand you anymore.
The woman is good for conversation, making small talk, though she loves to go more in depth with her conversation. Perhaps this comes from being a bartender, along with her ability to 'read' people. Despite trying to keep her emotions in check, Cleo is an open book, her face never lying about how she feels. She can tell you that she approves of your actions, while her face has a look of disgust. She is very easy to embarrass, almost always blushing on these occasions.Erika is a friendly young woman with a fierce Cleo is outgoing and loves meeting new people, but has no claims about sticking up for herself, the things she believes in, or people that she cares for. Despite being outgoing, it usually takes a little while for her to warm up to people, so she can at times appear shy or disinterested. She's extremely stubborn and has shown tendencies at being recklessly brave at times as well.
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Cleo Alexandra James was born in Texas on October twenty-first to a farmer, Keith, and his school teacher of a wife, Marian. She was the second child born to the couple, her brother Lane being her elder by five years. Cleo grew up as a bare-foot child, running through the fields, learning the way things worked on the farm and doing little chores like feeding the chickens and watering the horses. It wasnโt until around age eight that she started getting the bigger jobs such as helping her father plant the crops and harvest them. Celoโs family has always been close. Some of the woman's best memories is going to her family members houseโs for Sunday dinner. The children would run around playing in the yard, the women cooking and gossiping, then men playing horse-shoes.
Cleo was always a tom-boy of sorts. She would rather be barefoot than anything, she loved to roll around in the mud, but her mother insisted on her having lady-like attributes. Cleo and her brother were expected to wake up in the early hours of the morning, milk the cows, muck the stalls, etc. for their chores. Afterwards, Cleo would sit at the dining table, her mother telling her to keep her elbows off the table, allowing her to fix her hair a certain way, and telling her to wear skirts and dresses. This mainly started at the age of seven, lasting until the age of fifteen when Cleo put her foot down. No more would she be told how to act properly. Keithโs main influence on the girl was telling her and her brother: โWork hard and you wonโt have to spend your daysโ in the fieldsโ like old pop.โ However, Cleo didnโt mind getting her hands dirty and the chores. After all, it was something she believed in. Fatherโs work brought in money, just like motherโs teaching. Sure, it was hard, but her father was a good man, and everyone in town could testify to the fact. Perhaps always wanting the best for his children was why โWork hardโ was his most used phrase.
Cleo graduated as second in her class high-school class, going to the local college. Her parents were mad at her for this. With her grades, they said, she could get into just about any college that she wanted. But Cleo didnโt want that. She found comfort in more simple things, and always planned on staying home. Finally giving into her parents wishes, she decided to move to Baltham at the age of twenty-six. Here, she quickly made her a new home. Temporarily working as a waitress in a local cafe, she met Brad, a man that she fell in love with over simple conversation through the course of three months when he came in for his usual breakfast every morning. It was at the end of those three months that Brad asked Cleo on a date, and she gladly accepted. The two married a year later, and it was at this time, Cleo moved in with the man, right beside the Warings. It was at the age of twenty-nine that she lost her husband in a fatal car crash. Through the grief, Cleo lost her job. Three months later, she was hired as the local bartender downtown.
Walking outside to get the morning paper was the first time that Cleo can recall actually speaking to Emily Waring, a little girl who she treated as her own, unable to have any with Brad. The child seemed to have no actual authority figures in her life, so, Cleo acted as one for her. When Emily who she insists upon calling Em, was old enough to put down an emergency contact for herself, it was Cleo, and she was the one that got called when Cleo got arrested for the first time. Giving the girl scoldings when she came in drunk over the years seemed to do no good, but deep down, Cleo could tell that she was doing some good.
Cleo was always a tom-boy of sorts. She would rather be barefoot than anything, she loved to roll around in the mud, but her mother insisted on her having lady-like attributes. Cleo and her brother were expected to wake up in the early hours of the morning, milk the cows, muck the stalls, etc. for their chores. Afterwards, Cleo would sit at the dining table, her mother telling her to keep her elbows off the table, allowing her to fix her hair a certain way, and telling her to wear skirts and dresses. This mainly started at the age of seven, lasting until the age of fifteen when Cleo put her foot down. No more would she be told how to act properly. Keithโs main influence on the girl was telling her and her brother: โWork hard and you wonโt have to spend your daysโ in the fieldsโ like old pop.โ However, Cleo didnโt mind getting her hands dirty and the chores. After all, it was something she believed in. Fatherโs work brought in money, just like motherโs teaching. Sure, it was hard, but her father was a good man, and everyone in town could testify to the fact. Perhaps always wanting the best for his children was why โWork hardโ was his most used phrase.
Cleo graduated as second in her class high-school class, going to the local college. Her parents were mad at her for this. With her grades, they said, she could get into just about any college that she wanted. But Cleo didnโt want that. She found comfort in more simple things, and always planned on staying home. Finally giving into her parents wishes, she decided to move to Baltham at the age of twenty-six. Here, she quickly made her a new home. Temporarily working as a waitress in a local cafe, she met Brad, a man that she fell in love with over simple conversation through the course of three months when he came in for his usual breakfast every morning. It was at the end of those three months that Brad asked Cleo on a date, and she gladly accepted. The two married a year later, and it was at this time, Cleo moved in with the man, right beside the Warings. It was at the age of twenty-nine that she lost her husband in a fatal car crash. Through the grief, Cleo lost her job. Three months later, she was hired as the local bartender downtown.
Walking outside to get the morning paper was the first time that Cleo can recall actually speaking to Emily Waring, a little girl who she treated as her own, unable to have any with Brad. The child seemed to have no actual authority figures in her life, so, Cleo acted as one for her. When Emily who she insists upon calling Em, was old enough to put down an emergency contact for herself, it was Cleo, and she was the one that got called when Cleo got arrested for the first time. Giving the girl scoldings when she came in drunk over the years seemed to do no good, but deep down, Cleo could tell that she was doing some good.
If anyone would like to establish a relation with Cleo, just shoot me a PM ^.^
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Sadie Douglas
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Sadie is a stringy girl, very loose and vibrant but not athletic at all. Standing at 5โฒ 11โณ and weighing around 119.05 pounds, quite a bit below the average American female. Her father was Lithuanian decent and mother Greek so Sadie is a mix half and a half. She has long Light Blond wavy hair that goes past her shoulders and lights brown eyebrows that are small but bushy. A long straight nose just above her thin, kind smile. Her eyes are her key feature on her face, they are huge compared to the rest of her face and the color of a bright blue sky. Altogether a very fresh-faced natural appearance.
Sadie does not dress up very often or even ever, she only wears jeans and button up casual shirts. Never wears earrings or any jewelry, in general, it takes to much effort. Itโs a very simple outfit as long as she has shorts or jeans around pretty much any casual t-shirt or button up will work. As long as she is comfortable she is happy, this includes hoodies, sweatshirts, and leggings even sweat pants on some occasions. There is no high maintenance for Sadie strictly casual all of the time.
Sadie does not dress up very often or even ever, she only wears jeans and button up casual shirts. Never wears earrings or any jewelry, in general, it takes to much effort. Itโs a very simple outfit as long as she has shorts or jeans around pretty much any casual t-shirt or button up will work. As long as she is comfortable she is happy, this includes hoodies, sweatshirts, and leggings even sweat pants on some occasions. There is no high maintenance for Sadie strictly casual all of the time.
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People Pleaser || Arms-length || Determined || Weak || Creative
Sadie is a pure hearted individual, she has never once tried to hurt anyone. It is a part of her people pleasing attitude, other peopleโs happiness makes Sadie happy. This is almost to a fault, she is scared of conflict and tends to let people walk over her if they desire to. But she is a boisterous person at the same time, she is just a friendly chatterbox.
Sadie is mainly a workaholic, every day she spends 2 to 4 extra hours from her already 8 hour work day just preparing for the next dayโs show. She loves her job and her whole life has been working up to it, she is a driven individual when it comes to something she wants. Though she is also the laziest person if the job entails something she does not want to do.
As Sadie has grown older and accomplished her occupational dream, she realized that she missed out on a lot of things that a normal 29-year-old should have done already. Though she is a very talkative and friendly person on the radio, in reality, she has never had a steady relationship and has trouble making serious friendships. Living alone just waiting for the next day to go to work is not exactly what Sadie had in mind when she was planning her future.
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Sadie grew up in a suburban town in Illinois called Evanston. It was far enough away to be considered a suburb but close enough to Chicago to visit the city often. Her father worked at as an engineering technician for the Boeing Company which has grown exponentially as the years have gone by. Her mother decided to leave her career as an actress in order to raise her child, Sadie. Sadie was born September 16th, it was a rainy day but her eyes were full of joy. As she grew older, her mother and father both spent a ton of time with her, each teaching her their pastime hobbies. For her mother it was acting, being a personality and center stage for strangersโ enjoyment, and her father decided to give her some technology lessons, he felt it was a more practical skill compared to acting. Sadie fell somewhere in between the two she choose to entertain people while still using the knowledge of technology her dad taught her.
At first, Sadie started out as a troubled child, always talking during class and making jokes to her desk buddies. Of course getting sent down to the office for disrupting the class was getting Sadie in a ton of trouble at home. Her problems with talking in class subsided when her dad brought her home a CB radio that he got from work. It was not damaged just did not have the range that this specific radio was supposed to have. Sadie would rush home from school just to get on that radio and see who she could talk to today, after months of chatting with strange truckers or other oddballs in their basements playing with a CB radio, she began to get bored. So she started to mess around with the radio seeing what wires did what, she was no technician but her father taught her enough to understand the basics. With a lot of help from her father and a few stolen parts from Boeing Company, it was finally completed Sadieโs first radio broadcast channel. Well sort of it could only reach out to the end of her neighborhood and the signal was not very strong even within range, but she convinced her neighbors to give it a listen and she performed almost every night.
As Sadie grew older so did her thirst for performing over the radio. Sure reaching her neighborhood was cute and doing the high school announcements was fun, but Sadie wanted more and she was driven to get more. Right out of high school she moved to Baltham, Washington and got an internship at the KCED radio station. Of course, she worked there for free as a technical engineer, fixing the sound quality and getting playlists set up. It was easy to work and boring for her but she was just excited to be in the same room where music was broadcasted all over this district. It was not until a guest did not show up and they needed to fill air time that Sadie jumped up to the opportunity, she created a parody of the guest and used it to answer the prewritten questions but with jokes instead of actual answers. The audience and host of the show liked it so much they made her a recurring segment where she did impressions of famous people and did interviews. Soon she grew in so much popularity to the station that they made her Co-Host.
As the years went by she became just another voice you hear in the morning on your way to work. The original host left and handed over his title to Sadie who now solo hosted the show. She wanted to make the show as entertaining as possible, so she hired other you inspired individuals that care deeply about the radio business as much as she did. Sure she still worked for a big company but she had enough power to get a young aspiring musician named Saoirse a job at the station as a cleaner. Sure it was not a glamorโs job for a young musician but it still got her close to where her music might be played one day.
Being so focused on her career she realized she did not have much of a social life. Her only friends are work friends and the occasional random person on the street that recognizes her voice. She spends most of her days preparing for the next show or playing with her collections of old CB radios. So now she is single, living alone and turning 30 this year, but at least she has her dream job.
At first, Sadie started out as a troubled child, always talking during class and making jokes to her desk buddies. Of course getting sent down to the office for disrupting the class was getting Sadie in a ton of trouble at home. Her problems with talking in class subsided when her dad brought her home a CB radio that he got from work. It was not damaged just did not have the range that this specific radio was supposed to have. Sadie would rush home from school just to get on that radio and see who she could talk to today, after months of chatting with strange truckers or other oddballs in their basements playing with a CB radio, she began to get bored. So she started to mess around with the radio seeing what wires did what, she was no technician but her father taught her enough to understand the basics. With a lot of help from her father and a few stolen parts from Boeing Company, it was finally completed Sadieโs first radio broadcast channel. Well sort of it could only reach out to the end of her neighborhood and the signal was not very strong even within range, but she convinced her neighbors to give it a listen and she performed almost every night.
As Sadie grew older so did her thirst for performing over the radio. Sure reaching her neighborhood was cute and doing the high school announcements was fun, but Sadie wanted more and she was driven to get more. Right out of high school she moved to Baltham, Washington and got an internship at the KCED radio station. Of course, she worked there for free as a technical engineer, fixing the sound quality and getting playlists set up. It was easy to work and boring for her but she was just excited to be in the same room where music was broadcasted all over this district. It was not until a guest did not show up and they needed to fill air time that Sadie jumped up to the opportunity, she created a parody of the guest and used it to answer the prewritten questions but with jokes instead of actual answers. The audience and host of the show liked it so much they made her a recurring segment where she did impressions of famous people and did interviews. Soon she grew in so much popularity to the station that they made her Co-Host.
As the years went by she became just another voice you hear in the morning on your way to work. The original host left and handed over his title to Sadie who now solo hosted the show. She wanted to make the show as entertaining as possible, so she hired other you inspired individuals that care deeply about the radio business as much as she did. Sure she still worked for a big company but she had enough power to get a young aspiring musician named Saoirse a job at the station as a cleaner. Sure it was not a glamorโs job for a young musician but it still got her close to where her music might be played one day.
Being so focused on her career she realized she did not have much of a social life. Her only friends are work friends and the occasional random person on the street that recognizes her voice. She spends most of her days preparing for the next show or playing with her collections of old CB radios. So now she is single, living alone and turning 30 this year, but at least she has her dream job.
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@Buddha, I already like Artyom for the moment that I saw his picture. You're accepted. I hope that his time as a dock-yard worker prove to be useful...
@SouffleGirl123, I like the wild and rebellious teenager as well and I think that she'd fit perfectly. Accepted. I hope that she matures up or she will put the ones that she cares for in risk...
@HaleyTheRandom, the resourceful woman that lost her husband. Interesting character to have live in this world that's about to turn into hell. Accepted. I think that she's willing to protect Emily no matter the consequences.
@Core, the young, strong-will, and kind person will also be interesting. The only thing that I want to see is just more paragraphs on the history section. You can mention how she came to be willing to put herself in danger. It doesn't have to be an essay, but maybe just one or two more paragraphs. Other than that, everything else looks great.
@JackalopeLove, the workaholic radio personality is something interesting as well. Accepted. I hope that she's willing to give up that dream job and accept the new world that's coming her way...
The introduction post is finished, but my character isn't as I have to finish up the personality and history. Regardless, the OOC will be up tonight or later on the day. I have to add in a couple additional rules.
@SouffleGirl123, I like the wild and rebellious teenager as well and I think that she'd fit perfectly. Accepted. I hope that she matures up or she will put the ones that she cares for in risk...
@HaleyTheRandom, the resourceful woman that lost her husband. Interesting character to have live in this world that's about to turn into hell. Accepted. I think that she's willing to protect Emily no matter the consequences.
@Core, the young, strong-will, and kind person will also be interesting. The only thing that I want to see is just more paragraphs on the history section. You can mention how she came to be willing to put herself in danger. It doesn't have to be an essay, but maybe just one or two more paragraphs. Other than that, everything else looks great.
@JackalopeLove, the workaholic radio personality is something interesting as well. Accepted. I hope that she's willing to give up that dream job and accept the new world that's coming her way...
The introduction post is finished, but my character isn't as I have to finish up the personality and history. Regardless, the OOC will be up tonight or later on the day. I have to add in a couple additional rules.
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@The Spectre Useful? No, probably not. Unless you want to move a lot of boxes. Then, maybe.
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Conn is a thin guy, standing at about 5โ 11โ but weighing only 146 pounds. Luckily for him, his brother pays for a gym membership, so heโs managed to stay in slightly-above-average shape, with a bit of muscle. Most of his height is in his torso, and he has long arms. He has two tattoos. Thereโs a barcode on his left shoulder and his hometown area code (563) on the underside of his left forearm.
Connโs hair is dark brown and perpetually messy. His eyes are pale-green and perhaps best described as โObservantโ. His face is lean and hard. Heโs got a light stubble. Heโs been told that he smiles like he doesnโt know how, showing a crooked, lopsided grin. Typically, he wears more casual clothes. The nicest thing he own is a horrifically wrinkled white-button up and khaki slacks with holes in them.
Connโs hair is dark brown and perpetually messy. His eyes are pale-green and perhaps best described as โObservantโ. His face is lean and hard. Heโs got a light stubble. Heโs been told that he smiles like he doesnโt know how, showing a crooked, lopsided grin. Typically, he wears more casual clothes. The nicest thing he own is a horrifically wrinkled white-button up and khaki slacks with holes in them.
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Connor โConnโ McReynolds
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Chef
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Conn was born in a small town in Eastern Iowa, near the Mississippi River. His mother was a maid, and his father a truck driver. He was Middle-Class, he supposed. Though, he very rarely saw his father.
Conn was, from an early age, of significantly above-average intelligence. He breezed through elementary and middle school without breaking a sweat, but he hit a bit of a roadblock in high school. Though he maintained a perfect GPA, he no longer enjoyed it. His motivation was completely gone. The only reason he stayed in school at all is because of his parentโs insistence.
He graduated as co-valedictorian. He got more than a few scholarship offers, but the only full-ride scholarship was to the University of Seattle. His parents urged him to go, and he did, living in nearby Baltham because it was cheaper than Seattle. He studied there for about a year and half before dropping out, giving up his scholarship in the process. His parents were furious, and they promised to break off all contact if he didnโt enroll again. He didnโt, and they followed through with their promise.
Stuck in Baltham with no money, no family, and no job, things were not looking good for Conn. Luckily, he managed to get a job doing something he actually enjoyed, cooking. He never went to culinary school, but he found that bars were more than willing to take college dropouts like himself. He was twenty-four years old. Soon after he got the job, he reconciled with his brother, who now occasionally visits him. There, heโs worked for three years, and heโs completely satisfied with his life. His best friend is a fellow dropout, he makes slightly above minimum wage, and heโs a bit of a stoner, but heโs happy.
Conn was, from an early age, of significantly above-average intelligence. He breezed through elementary and middle school without breaking a sweat, but he hit a bit of a roadblock in high school. Though he maintained a perfect GPA, he no longer enjoyed it. His motivation was completely gone. The only reason he stayed in school at all is because of his parentโs insistence.
He graduated as co-valedictorian. He got more than a few scholarship offers, but the only full-ride scholarship was to the University of Seattle. His parents urged him to go, and he did, living in nearby Baltham because it was cheaper than Seattle. He studied there for about a year and half before dropping out, giving up his scholarship in the process. His parents were furious, and they promised to break off all contact if he didnโt enroll again. He didnโt, and they followed through with their promise.
Stuck in Baltham with no money, no family, and no job, things were not looking good for Conn. Luckily, he managed to get a job doing something he actually enjoyed, cooking. He never went to culinary school, but he found that bars were more than willing to take college dropouts like himself. He was twenty-four years old. Soon after he got the job, he reconciled with his brother, who now occasionally visits him. There, heโs worked for three years, and heโs completely satisfied with his life. His best friend is a fellow dropout, he makes slightly above minimum wage, and heโs a bit of a stoner, but heโs happy.
Have the very basic details written down here. I know what I'm doing, but I probably won't have this finished until tomorrow. Later tonight, maybe, depending on how long D&D tonight.
EDIT: Finished up appearance and bio. Just gotta do the personality and then he'll be all done.
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@Angel Eyes, @Bayaz, @SouffleGirl123, @Core, @Apokalipse, @HaleyTheRandom, @Buddha, @HowlsOfWinter, @Asura, and @Mr Allen J. The OOC is up! The IC should be up in a bit. I have to check on it before I post it.
EDIT: The introduction has been posted!
EDIT: The introduction has been posted!
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@The Spectre Is this still open to join? I'd really love to be in on this.
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@BilboTheGreat, yeah. Just go to the OOC and post your character, if you have made one. If you haven't, then just make one. :P
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