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Have to have the childishness if Søren is involved.
I feel that utilizing the same intro post is perfectly fine, after all it was finely crafted and like you said a new one would essentially be the same.
Yeah, I have to say I really like the fact that everyone appears to be rather dedicated despite the fact we haven't started yet.
Name: Søren Frege Wycliffe
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Instruments: He can proficiently play the bass guitar and piano. Also he can somewhat play the drums. Other instruments, it is better no to ask because he will try to play them and it would not be pretty.
Other Talents: Søren can sew quite well, is a relatively good painter, and has a knack for remembering faces.
Occupation: Employee at local music store.
Bio: Born in San Francisco to a university music professor, he was single handedly by his father, his mother having died in child birth. Growing up Søren showed great interest in the fine arts. His father of course as a music professor at Vanderbilt University encouraged these interests, and even began to teach his son piano at age seven. These lessons continued until he was fifteen.
The lessons were held at the university, where his father taught, for convenience. In fact it was after one of these lessons when he was fourteen that he met Parker. The young college student was getting lessons from Søren's father and the two quickly became friends, bonding over their love of music. In fact it was Parker who introduced Søren to the metal genre and a vast majority of its sub-genres. When high school started Søren purchased a bass guitar from a fellow student and began to teach himself how to play, getting a few pointers here and there from his father and Parker. During his high school years he worked hard on improving his music skills, often in his father's university office. On one occasion he had the pleasure of meeting Matthew, one of his father's students. They ended up pleasantly talking for a while about metal music. Also in high school Søren was asked to join several bands, yet he always declined.com While he was confident in his own abilities and skill, he was not confident in the idea of trying to click musically with others in a group.
In his first year of college at Vanderbilt (he got in on scholarships and a few references from the university's professors) though he quickly bonded with his roommate, Lane, and the even decided to start a band called "The Weather Underground". The idea to form a band had come about one night when Søren had been in the dorm playing an original rhythm on his base and his roommate joined in with some of the lyrics he had been working on, the sound melded and they decided to give it a try with a few other students from the university. Shortly before the start of their second year they were offered a contract with a small label named "Deaf Defying Records", and they accepted. Søren dropped out early in the second year of college so he could concentrate on improving his skill on the bass guitar. However, shortly into their time with the label Søren left the band, because he didn't like the label or the songs they were trying to push on the band. He knew the songs were good, but he felt that it was lacking what he had felt back in the dorm the first time he played with Lane. It was about this time that he remembered the times he and Parker talked about the Hollywood music scene, and Søren decide to check it out for himself.
Now he can often be found working at a local music store, in fact he works so often that he easily knows the faces of regulars like Lucy. If not working he is either usually out with Parker or back at their place working away on his bass, trying his best to make "The Harbingers" a name to be recognized.
Personality: While he is a bit of an egotist, he tends to be jovial and light hearted, unless you have found some way to tarnish his "honor" (ego). He is also rather determined in his actions, always feeling he is doing what is right , given whatever situation. When his "honor" has been victimized he becomes slightly withdrawn and depressed, and it usually takes feeding his ego or some lame act of vengeance for him to revert to normal.
Appearance:
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Instruments: He can proficiently play the bass guitar and piano. Also he can somewhat play the drums. Other instruments, it is better no to ask because he will try to play them and it would not be pretty.
Other Talents: Søren can sew quite well, is a relatively good painter, and has a knack for remembering faces.
Occupation: Employee at local music store.
Bio: Born in San Francisco to a university music professor, he was single handedly by his father, his mother having died in child birth. Growing up Søren showed great interest in the fine arts. His father of course as a music professor at Vanderbilt University encouraged these interests, and even began to teach his son piano at age seven. These lessons continued until he was fifteen.
The lessons were held at the university, where his father taught, for convenience. In fact it was after one of these lessons when he was fourteen that he met Parker. The young college student was getting lessons from Søren's father and the two quickly became friends, bonding over their love of music. In fact it was Parker who introduced Søren to the metal genre and a vast majority of its sub-genres. When high school started Søren purchased a bass guitar from a fellow student and began to teach himself how to play, getting a few pointers here and there from his father and Parker. During his high school years he worked hard on improving his music skills, often in his father's university office. On one occasion he had the pleasure of meeting Matthew, one of his father's students. They ended up pleasantly talking for a while about metal music. Also in high school Søren was asked to join several bands, yet he always declined.com While he was confident in his own abilities and skill, he was not confident in the idea of trying to click musically with others in a group.
In his first year of college at Vanderbilt (he got in on scholarships and a few references from the university's professors) though he quickly bonded with his roommate, Lane, and the even decided to start a band called "The Weather Underground". The idea to form a band had come about one night when Søren had been in the dorm playing an original rhythm on his base and his roommate joined in with some of the lyrics he had been working on, the sound melded and they decided to give it a try with a few other students from the university. Shortly before the start of their second year they were offered a contract with a small label named "Deaf Defying Records", and they accepted. Søren dropped out early in the second year of college so he could concentrate on improving his skill on the bass guitar. However, shortly into their time with the label Søren left the band, because he didn't like the label or the songs they were trying to push on the band. He knew the songs were good, but he felt that it was lacking what he had felt back in the dorm the first time he played with Lane. It was about this time that he remembered the times he and Parker talked about the Hollywood music scene, and Søren decide to check it out for himself.
Now he can often be found working at a local music store, in fact he works so often that he easily knows the faces of regulars like Lucy. If not working he is either usually out with Parker or back at their place working away on his bass, trying his best to make "The Harbingers" a name to be recognized.
Personality: While he is a bit of an egotist, he tends to be jovial and light hearted, unless you have found some way to tarnish his "honor" (ego). He is also rather determined in his actions, always feeling he is doing what is right , given whatever situation. When his "honor" has been victimized he becomes slightly withdrawn and depressed, and it usually takes feeding his ego or some lame act of vengeance for him to revert to normal.
Appearance:
Kat was jostled around by a small pack of students and faculty that rushed towards the now quite obviously dead student. However, unlike many others Kat did not rush forward to the death scene of her fellow student, nor did she flee out of the cafeteria. No, Katherine did nothing but stand there. Her mind was racing, in all honesty she was terrified, and probably wolud have escaped from the area if it didn't feel like her feet had rooted themselves to their spot on the floor.
Standing there she tried to comprehend what she was seeing. Her adrenaline fueled brain it seemed had managed to capture everything she had seen in a massive album of still shots. A still of the moment was stuck in her head. She just kept reviewing the moment, the doors bursting open, the student with blood on them, and Tristan's body lying in parking lot. Kat still wasn't sure if what she had seen was real. After all things like that don't happen in Switchville, right?
Standing there she tried to comprehend what she was seeing. Her adrenaline fueled brain it seemed had managed to capture everything she had seen in a massive album of still shots. A still of the moment was stuck in her head. She just kept reviewing the moment, the doors bursting open, the student with blood on them, and Tristan's body lying in parking lot. Kat still wasn't sure if what she had seen was real. After all things like that don't happen in Switchville, right?
I have a phone I can use until my new one comes in!
Yay! (knew I made made friends for a reason.)
I plan to have a post done later tonight, hopefully.
Also RWBY Rps kickass, so...
Yay! (knew I made made friends for a reason.)
I plan to have a post done later tonight, hopefully.
Also RWBY Rps kickass, so...
My phone charger just died, which means that I have limited battery life on my phone aka my link to the guild. Therefore I may not be able to get a post up until I get a new charger. However, I have the basic idea for my post, so if I can flesh it out before my battery runs out and if I find it acceptable I shall post.
I'd be up for any of the options. In all reality I'm just really excited that we are going to continue with this. I love this game almost as much as Søren loves Nete and himself (almost only because, well Søren's a bit... out there).
However, I feel like from the very begining may be better, so that our lovely new war can shape the character more to her own will through her posts.
However, I feel like from the very begining may be better, so that our lovely new war can shape the character more to her own will through her posts.
I apoligize for taking so long, with getting that post up.
Irritated Katherine sighed and set her forehead down on her table. She was trying to close out all the endless chatter around her. A few moments later Kat noticed the din of the cafeteria slowly fade to a low murmur. Maybe she had been wrong, maybe the day would get better. It was then that she heard Principal Watson begin to speak.
As he spoke it became clear that distressed. Once it had been heard that three students were missing almost every table in the cafeteria could immediately be heard whispering to one another about it. Kat's table was no different. Just like the others her friends began to discuss the disappearances of their fellow students, only half listening Kat heard them inquiring of one another what they thought happened, and if they thought the three were okay. Katherine however, did not join in, not because she didn't care, but rather that she was sure they would show up and it would all just blow over, after all things like that didn't happen in Switchville. However, before she could finish rationalizing her distinct lack of caring Ethan stood and and interuppted. "Of course," Kat muttered under her breath, "Three students apparently go missing and he jokes about it. He has to be the center of attention, can't be outdone by three students who aren't even here." As he finished speaking Katherine blanched when she heard him finish with what she had been thinking as well, "People don't just get -kidnapped- here, it's a nice town." Standing Kat went to leave the cafeteria, ignoring the loud reverberating sound that filled the cafeteria.
Just as Kat reached the door it burst open. Rushing through the door was a fellow student drenched in blood. The student was spouting something but Kat even though nearby heard almost none of it. She only comprehended "Tristan" and "shot" for in the moment that those doors had burst open she caught a glimpse of what horrifying atrocity had just happened, Tristan lay in the parking lot bleeding. Katherine had been right the first time the day was not getting better.
As he spoke it became clear that distressed. Once it had been heard that three students were missing almost every table in the cafeteria could immediately be heard whispering to one another about it. Kat's table was no different. Just like the others her friends began to discuss the disappearances of their fellow students, only half listening Kat heard them inquiring of one another what they thought happened, and if they thought the three were okay. Katherine however, did not join in, not because she didn't care, but rather that she was sure they would show up and it would all just blow over, after all things like that didn't happen in Switchville. However, before she could finish rationalizing her distinct lack of caring Ethan stood and and interuppted. "Of course," Kat muttered under her breath, "Three students apparently go missing and he jokes about it. He has to be the center of attention, can't be outdone by three students who aren't even here." As he finished speaking Katherine blanched when she heard him finish with what she had been thinking as well, "People don't just get -kidnapped- here, it's a nice town." Standing Kat went to leave the cafeteria, ignoring the loud reverberating sound that filled the cafeteria.
Just as Kat reached the door it burst open. Rushing through the door was a fellow student drenched in blood. The student was spouting something but Kat even though nearby heard almost none of it. She only comprehended "Tristan" and "shot" for in the moment that those doors had burst open she caught a glimpse of what horrifying atrocity had just happened, Tristan lay in the parking lot bleeding. Katherine had been right the first time the day was not getting better.
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