I will try to reply today. Come join our morning buffet
Ren isn't the most welcoming person when he's sober, but maybe Joseph will take some action. (It's a wonder Ren even interacted with him to be honest, ha ha.)
I will try to reply today. Come join our morning buffet
Ren isn't the most welcoming person when he's sober, but maybe Joseph will take some action. (It's a wonder Ren even interacted with him to be honest, ha ha.)
Yep. Ren went from person so shy he could not hold a conversation to a drugged off head guy flirting and dancing.... Lol.
I was having a bit of trouble coming up with a post and I'm not really used to fast paced RPs, so I took a bit of a break. I've definitely got something in mind now and I'm starting to read through all the posts I've missed, so Aya will be coming back soon!
I was having a bit of trouble coming up with a post and I'm not really used to fast paced RPs, so I took a bit of a break. I've definitely got something in mind now and I'm starting to read through all the posts I've missed, so Aya will be coming back soon!
Feel free to join the circus at the Coffee Pot! Aya worked there, right? Isn't it about time somebody got a mug of coffee poured down their neck? Ha ha
HA! Becoming a flamboyant party boy - I can see his dad's hair turn gray from the mere shock and disappointment. But never say never... ;)
Could be a nice contrast plot.
Joining that side then tries to stay freinds with Mali and watch thr good old clash hit. There's potential in that little corner.
Hey y'all, apologise for the very long absence.
I was having a bit of trouble coming up with a post and I'm not really used to fast paced RPs, so I took a bit of a break. I've definitely got something in mind now and I'm starting to read through all the posts I've missed, so Aya will be coming back soon!
Aye. Well general summary. Post Jazz night we have aftermath and wensday
Xia and Olin left off together. Victoria and Milo have managed to end up on a Swarma date randomly. Ren and Joseph plus a new character are at the coffee shop. Marilania and Joel are a chatting n playing mind games at airport. Possww left for outer city and a new chapter is being worked on in there story. Max is also at the outer cargo airport.
You not missed much. And yes. We can be fast paced but not everyone is as fast paced like Pilatus, and we can cater for everyone.
It's mostly just character expansion this phase. We have bigger plans for next Skip.
No worries. Your always welcome here. Pull up a sofa and cup of tea.
Just nearly die in front of him and he'll get curious enough to talk to you! That's what Joseph did!
Hah! How to human interact 101 - when two socially awkward people meet, just play dead. Interest guaranteed! He is an aspiring doctor after all, maybe he felt it would taint his reputation if he left a man for dead literally laying on his doorstep.
Appearance Winter is an unimpressive sight, indeed. Stuck in what appears to be the visage of someone in their late teens, Winter doesn't seem to have passed over to adulthood in any notable, or visible manner. The young man possesses a youthful face, for sure, and his scrawny body offers no favors in that regard. Needless to say, if he is to enter a bar, Winter better have that identification ready.
He does seem to lean towards a more rugged appearance, wearing baggy if not somewhat torn clothes. His hair is thick and hugs that slender face quite well, black like the feathers of a raven. Though he offers no notable amount in caring for it, Winter's hair finds home in a shape considered fitting, for most part. The last time he brought a brush, or a comb, to the strands of his hair was a scene where his dear mother forced a regal appearance unto an ever younger son.
Winter leaves much to be desired in the more sought after male in media and at the bar counter. He stands at a meager five feet, and five inches. His weight doesn't reach above ninety measly pounds and this takes into consideration a blatant lack of muscles upon that rather pale skin. In way, he appears somewhat ghostly with raven features added to an otherwise pale shape.
Converse shoes, cargo pants or torn jeans, hoodies and a pair of headphones fitting those fingerless gloves, Winter blends into the surrounding with ease. It isn't a hard feat to notice those large black eyes fixed on the ground as he walks, music blasting into his ears otherwise hidden behind a thick mane of hair. It is safe to make the assumption of his thoughts lingering in a space far from reality, where he appears more comfortable.
Winter often possesses the scent of strawberry perfume as a go to, also reaching towards other fruity scents when the mood strikes. Does it fit his more punk like appearance? Not at all, and in a way, he likes it that way. Winter doesn't enjoy pea-cocking much, but there are times where he enjoys seeing the somewhat confused expression donning those communing with him. Of course, in between not being able to look them in the eyes.
Would one ever see Winter without the confines of fabric draping over him, one would lay eyes on the pale figure previously mentioned, with ribs quite easily displayed underneath his skin. He appears to have been spared the touch of facial hair, for most part. In either event, spotting Winter at the pool is a rare sight, indeed.
Height 5'5"ft.
Weight Ninety pounds.
Likes Writing. "It's like...my job."
Music. "Can't really write, without it."
Plushies. "Don't judge."
Sushi. "No, I'm not a weeaboo!"
Anime. "Look, it inspires me, okay?"
Chick Flicks. "...what?
Spartacus. "Think those abs are real? I'd lick chocolate from that ches-..I mean, character development, and stuff..."
Cats. "Hades! Get off my keyboard!"
Soda. "I'm out of thinking juice, damn it..."
Monster Energy. "You don't have Pipeline Punch..? How is this store still in business?"
Overwatch. "I'll take you on."
Dislikes Spiders. "Hades, kill it! Stop licking your paw!"
Vegetables. "What the hell is this green stuff?"
Winter. "Look, I don't know why I was named after the worst season, ever."
The Cold. "Hello darkness my old friend..."
Beer. "This tastes like piss."
Dogs. "Oh my God, why are you so...dependent!?"
Children. "Shut up!"
His Parents. Mom, dad? Sincerely, fuck off."
His Agent. "I am working on it, geez..."
Zodiac Sign
Pets
Family Claire Everdale - Mother, no contact. Charles Everdale - Father, no contact. Yuna Everdale - Older sister, close contact. Miles Everdale - Younger brother, close contact.
Partner None.
Apartment
Special Talent Winter appears to be really good at video gaming, enough so to have attended a few tournaments, and won. Lately however, he has spent most of his time trying to work on his next book.
Profession Winter is an author, but 'well known' is a term used for others. He is quite obscure, unpopular and mainly writes dark fantasy.
Personality Sitting alone in the dark, with large black eyes plastered on a screen, a Monster Energy drink neatly placed on the desk, one would lay eyes upon the most common sight displayed in the apartment harboring the young Winter Everdale. The quiet and withdrawn writer known by few as an acquaintance and even fewer as a friend. Winter is that guy you'd see in a Starbucks corner, sipping from a chai latte while vigorously typing on the laptop placed in front of him.
For those who would choose to crack this exterior shell and mayhaps' pursue that of which lays beyond the scene displayed, Winter will be found to be a rather sweet if not scrambled individual. His thoughts appear to be in constant full gear, his mind traveling in circles more often than not. He would however come off as distant, and acquaintances will often find themselves without contact, unless they take the first step. Winter, while well meaning, has a tendency of forgetting that of which comes to happen around him.
In light of this, Winter will quickly display his attention finding home in a fictional space within his mind. If he isn't thinking about his writing, he's considering his next book. If neither of this is the case, he'll be found reading The Call of Cthulu, or playing Bloodborne in pursuit of ideas.
Now, don't make the mistake in assuming Winter cold and detached. He does in fact, despite denying it, enjoy physical affection. Watching a movie with friends, sitting on a sofa together and having a set of arms draped around him, or perhaps leaning against a dear friend and slowly falling asleep are all scenes he'd gladly be part of. The only thing that's required is to, sometimes, forcefully pull him out of that dark room of his where pale, slender fingers constantly dance across the letters of a keyboard.
Socially, Winter will quickly withdraw to a more secluded space. He feels easily overwhelmed in larger groups of people, and instinctively enters the safety of his thoughts where he will proceed to be less than attentive as to what is happening in his immediate surrounding. He doesn't mind meeting new people, but one has to take into consideration the amount placed in front of him at any one time.
Now then, place a cat in front of him and the young man will immediately vanish into a cuddle with the little furred creature.
Biography Winter's story is one of rebellion. Growing up with wealthy parents he maintains no contact with, Winter knew a life of responsibility granted through disposition, rather than choice. He is the eldest son with two siblings, a younger brother and an older sister, and was expected to follow along the lines put out for him, mainly to join his sister in the family business. This was, as is a tale old and told, not something Winter had put on his to do list. Not to mention his arranged relationship with a girl who's very own parents were close business partners of Winter's. Indeed, not how he had planned his future, to play out.
It would however be foolish to claim that a wealthy background didn't have its perks. Though he doesn't look it, Winter had and is still in the possession of a notable sum, though is known for not being a huge spender. Of course, ever since being disowned, the flow of money did come to a halt. There are the annual Christmas gifts of a few thousand dollars to maintain that ever stable relationship of parents upholding their end of responsibility, but apart from saving face, the three remain a healthy distant from one another.
Refusing the marriage, refusing the position and most of all, refusing the role forced upon him, Winter was eventually met by one option. Coming out as gay offered no favors, as it merely added another layer of intrigue to the pile. Ironically, his parents were never distraught over the fact that Winter preferred men, but rather over the fact that despite this, he wasn't willing to put the family company and of course, business relations, first. He was expected to discard the foolish notion known as a pursuit of love, and rather yield to professionalism. He didn't.
In light of this development, Winter was promptly dropped from the Everdale family. Given a hefty sum of money, he was essentially bribed into hiding his surname to the best of his ability, and was bought an apartment as a consolation prize. While pride told him to throw it all back in their faces, Winter was well aware that the choice was split between taking this insulting offer, or living in poverty.
Favorite Song There are so many to pick, from. Winter enjoys video game music a lot. He also listens to Madonna to a fault, and also many obscure artists, not to mention anime soundtracks. Also, J-Pop. So much J-Pop. He has to choose one? Alright.
"I stuck to one artist, that's what you get. You pick one song."
Name Daniel, call me Danny.
Age Twenty-Five.
Location Scandinavia, Sweden.
Experience I have been writing on and off, for about ten years. I also pretend to be an author and write novels, on my free time.
Availability I can write a reply essentially every day. The amount of replies is entirely dependent on my job, and my current creativity.
Character Archetypes I tend to be most at home with more mellow characters, which reflects me, for most part.
Intimacy Granted my own sexuality, I am only comfortable playing homosexual characters.
Personality Traits I can be a bit on the nose, so tell me if I am coming off as insensitive. I enjoy gritty settings so you'll find it rather impossible to offend me with anything 'judgmental' in the form of writing. This goes for real life as well, to be fair. I am however easy to offend when it comes to having issues with me that go undisclosed with me. Pride is my vice, as they say.
Profession I am a customer service provider. I work Mondays through Fridays.
Ethnicity I was born in Sweden, with roots in Lebanon, located in the Middle East.
I was having a bit of trouble coming up with a post and I'm not really used to fast paced RPs, so I took a bit of a break. I've definitely got something in mind now and I'm starting to read through all the posts I've missed, so Aya will be coming back soon!
Appearance Winter is an unimpressive sight, indeed. Stuck in what appears to be the visage of someone in their late teens, Winter doesn't seem to have passed over to adulthood in any notable, or visible manner. The young man possesses a youthful face, for sure, and his scrawny body offers no favors in that regard. Needless to say, if he is to enter a bar, Winter better have that identification ready.
He does seem to lean towards a more rugged appearance, wearing baggy if not somewhat torn clothes. His hair is thick and hugs that slender face quite well, black like the feathers of a raven. Though he offers no notable amount in caring for it, Winter's hair finds home in a shape considered fitting, for most part. The last time he brought a brush, or a comb, to the strands of his hair was a scene where his dear mother forced a regal appearance unto an ever younger son.
Winter leaves much to be desired in the more sought after male in media and at the bar counter. He stands at a meager five feet, and five inches. His weight doesn't reach above ninety measly pounds and this takes into consideration a blatant lack of muscles upon that rather pale skin. In way, he appears somewhat ghostly with raven features added to an otherwise pale shape.
Converse shoes, cargo pants or torn jeans, hoodies and a pair of headphones fitting those fingerless gloves, Winter blends into the surrounding with ease. It isn't a hard feat to notice those large black eyes fixed on the ground as he walks, music blasting into his ears otherwise hidden behind a thick mane of hair. It is safe to make the assumption of his thoughts lingering in a space far from reality, where he appears more comfortable.
Winter often possesses the scent of strawberry perfume as a go to, also reaching towards other fruity scents when the mood strikes. Does it fit his more punk like appearance? Not at all, and in a way, he likes it that way. Winter doesn't enjoy pea-cocking much, but there are times where he enjoys seeing the somewhat confused expression donning those communing with him. Of course, in between not being able to look them in the eyes.
Would one ever see Winter without the confines of fabric draping over him, one would lay eyes on the pale figure previously mentioned, with ribs quite easily displayed underneath his skin. He appears to have been spared the touch of facial hair, for most part. In either event, spotting Winter at the pool is a rare sight, indeed.
Height 5'5"ft.
Weight Ninety pounds.
Likes Writing. "It's like...my job."
Music. "Can't really write, without it."
Plushies. "Don't judge."
Sushi. "No, I'm not a weeaboo!"
Anime. "Looks, it inspires me, okay?"
Chick Flicks. "...what?
Spartacus. "Think those abs are real? I'd lick chocolate from that ches-..I mean, character development, and stuff..."
Cats. "Hades! Get off my keyboard!"
Soda. "I'm out of thinking juice, damn it..."
Monster Energy. "You don't have Pipeline Punch..? How is this store still in business?"
Overwatch. "I'll take you on."
Dislikes Spiders. "Hades, kill it! Stop licking your paw!"
Vegetables. "What the hell is this green stuff?"
Winter. "Look, I don't know why I was named after the worst season, ever."
The Cold. "Hello darkness my old friend..."
Beer. "This tastes like piss."
Dogs. "Oh my God, why are you so...dependent!?"
Children. "Shut up!"
His Parents. Mom, dad? Sincerely, fuck off."
His Agent. "I am working on it, geez..."
Zodiac Sign
Pets
Family Claire Everdale - Mother, no contact. Charles Everdale - Father, no contact. Yuna Everdale - Older sister, close contact. Miles Everdale - Younger brother, close contact.
Partner None.
Apartment
Special Talent Winter appears to be really good at video gaming, enough so to have attended a few tournaments, and won. Lately however, he has spent most of his time trying to work on his next book.
Profession Winter is an author, but 'well known' is a term used for others. He is quite obscure, unpopular and mainly writes dark fantasy.
Personality Sitting alone in the dark, with large black eyes plastered on a screen, a Monster Energy drink neatly placed on the desk, one would lay eyes upon the most common sight displayed in the apartment harboring the young Winter Everdale. The quiet and withdrawn writer known by few as an acquaintance and even fewer as a friend. Winter is that guy you'd see in a Starbucks corner, sipping from a chai latte while vigorously typing on the laptop placed in front of him.
For those who would choose to crack this exterior shell and mayhaps' pursue that of which lays beyond the scene displayed, Winter will be found to be a rather sweet if not scrambled individual. His thoughts appear to be in constant full gear, his mind traveling in circles more often than not. He would however come off as distant, and acquaintances will often find themselves without contact, unless they take the first step. Winter, while well meaning, has a tendency of forgetting that of which comes to happen around him.
In light of this, Winter will quickly display his attention finding home in a fictional space within his mind. If he isn't thinking about his writing, he's considering his next book. If neither of this is the case, he'll be found reading The Call of Cthulu, or playing Bloodborne in pursuit of ideas.
Now, don't make the mistake in assuming Winter cold and detached. He does in fact, despite denying it, enjoy physical affection. Watching a movie with friends, sitting on a sofa together and having a set of arms draped around him, or perhaps leaning against a dear friend and slowly falling asleep are all scenes he'd gladly be part of. The only thing that's required is to, sometimes, forcefully pull him out of that dark room of his where pale, slender fingers constantly dance across the letters of a keyboard.
Socially, Winter will quickly withdraw to a more secluded space. He feels easily overwhelmed in larger groups of people, and instinctively enters the safety of his thoughts where he will proceed to be less than attentive as to what is happening in his immediate surrounding. He doesn't mind meeting new people, but one has to take into consideration the amount placed in front of him at any one time.
Now then, place a cat in front of him and the young man will immediately vanish into a cuddle with the little furred creature.
Biography Winter's story is one of rebellion. Growing up with wealthy parents he maintains no contact with, Winter knew a life of responsibility granted through disposition, rather than choice. He is the eldest son with two siblings, a younger brother and an older sister, and was expected to follow along the lines put out for him, mainly to join his sister in the family business. This was, as is a tale old and told, not something Winter had put on his to do list. Not to mention his arranged relationship with a girl who's very own parents were close business partners of Winter's. Indeed, not how he had planned his future, to play out.
It would however be foolish to claim that a wealthy background didn't have its perks. Though he doesn't look it, Winter had and is still in the possession of a notable sum, though is known for not being a huge spender. Of course, ever since being disowned, the flow of money did come to a halt. There are the annual Christmas gifts of a few thousand dollars to maintain that ever stable relationship of parents upholding their end of responsibility, but apart from saving face, the three remain a healthy distant from one another.
Refusing the marriage, refusing the position and most of all, refusing the role forced upon him, Winter was eventually met by one option. Coming out as gay offered no favors, as it merely added another layer of intrigue to the pile. Ironically, his parents were never distraught over the fact that Winter preferred men, but rather over the fact that despite this, he wasn't willing to put the family company and of course, business relations, first. He was expected to discard the foolish notion known as a pursuit of love, and rather yield to professionalism. He didn't.
In light of this development, Winter was promptly dropped from the Everdale family. Given a hefty sum of money, he was essentially bribed into hiding his surname to the best of his ability, and was bought an apartment as a consolation prize. While pride told him to throw it all back in their faces, Winter was well aware that the choice was split between taking this insulting offer, or living in poverty.
Favorite Song There are so many to pick, from. Winter enjoys video game music a lot. He also listens to Madonna to a fault, and also many obscure artists, not to mention anime soundtracks. Also, J-Pop. So much J-Pop. He has to choose one? Alright.
"I stuck to one artist, that's what you get. You pick one song."
Name Daniel, call me Danny.
Age Twenty-Five.
Location Scandinavia, Sweden.
Experience I have been writing on and off, for about ten years. I also pretend to be an author and write novels, on my free time.
Availability I can write a reply essentially every day. The amount of replies is entirely dependent on my job, and my current creativity.
Character Archetypes I tend to be most at home with more mellow characters, which reflects me, for most part.
Intimacy Granted my own sexuality, I am only comfortable playing homosexual characters.
Personality Traits I can be a bit on the nose, so tell me if I am coming off as insensitive. I enjoy gritty settings so you'll find it rather impossible to offend me with anything 'judgmental' in the form of writing. This goes for real life as well, to be fair. I am however easy to offend when it comes to having issues with me that go undisclosed with me. Pride is my vice, as they say.
Profession I am a customer service provider. I work Mondays through Fridays.
Ethnicity I was born in Sweden, with roots in Lebanon, located in the Middle East.
Well that's detailed. Everything seems to be in order.
Il just let @Pilatus give it a read and Don firm then your free to post it up in CS and start the IC adventure :)
