22ice22

To the Stars, From Death.

Username: 22ice22

Timezone: (UTC-06:00) Central Time

Posting Habits:
I tend to check the guild twice a day: in the morning and then the evening when and if I have free time. That said I tend to post every other day, if it makes sense in the IC, sometimes sooner. On average my posts are 3-4 paragraphs though sometimes longer, kind of depends on the muses.

RP Peeves:
Speed posting bothers me, because I work from a phone, thus while writing my post (which takes a bit) someone else may have posted a few times, which is rather aggravating.

Anything Else:
I am currently in school thus a large portion of my day is occupied, namely my afternoon.

Character's Name:
Vincent Charles Williams

Age:
33

Appearance:

Appearance

Occupation:
Professor of philosophy.

Beliefs/Religion:
Atheist. Always a firm , fond believer in the fact that the only thing waiting for him after death was a nice little hole and tombstone with a stereotypical epitaph engraved upon it, with the only way to live on being, through the impact he left on the world.

Personality:
+ Relaxed; informal. Never a fan of the strict overbearing, stuffy teacher stereotype.
+ Most often jubilant. A rather positive man who often finds the bright side to every situation.
+ Open minded. Never one to entirely close his mind to something, after all a switch in perspective can be rather useful in philosophy.
+ Helpful. Without many questions Vincent is rather quick to help others, especially those who actively look to him for help.
+ Extremely patient, when dealing with unmotivated young college kids one has to either be patient, or be bordering a psychotic break.

- Rather than providing exact answers, he will often try to lead the questioner to the answer, so they can learn.
- Often overanalyzes situations, and may began to debate its purpose for why it is the way it is.
- He truly experiences his emotions, meaning that when he is feeling a certain way it is extremely difficult to change it.

Cause of Death:
A rather average walk off the roof of a dorm building, between classes, while holding a copy of his recently finished philosophical novel, exploring the depth of human dependency on dreams/goals and/or religion.

Hobbies:
Teaching, writing, controversial debates, music, and inspiring young minds.

Fears:
Not being remembered, being lost to the annals of time

To the Stars, From Death.

I guess I shall then.
Thank you.

To the Stars, From Death.

I'm quite interested in this game and have a character done already, so I think I'll go ahead and post here on the IntChk, so as not to clog your OOC.

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Username: 22ice22

Posting Habits:
I tend to check the guild twice a day: in the morning and then the evening when and if I have free time. That said I tend to post every other day, if it makes sense in the IC, sometimes sooner. On average my posts are 3-4 paragraphs though sometimes longer, kind of depends on the muses.

RP Peeves:
Speed posting bothers me, because I work from a phone, thus while writing my post (which takes a bit) someone else may have posted a few times, which is rather aggravating.

Anything Else:
I am currently in school thus a large portion of my day is occupied, namely my afternoon.

Character's Name:
Vincent Charles Williams

Age:
33

Appearance:

Appearance

Occupation:
Professor of philosophy.

Beliefs/Religion:
Atheist. Always a firm , fond believer in the fact that the only thing waiting for him after death was a nice little hole and tombstone with a stereotypical epitaph engraved upon it, with the only way to live on being, through the impact he left on the world.

Personality:
+ Relaxed; informal. Never a fan of the strict overbearing, stuffy teacher stereotype.
+ Most often jubilant. A rather positive man who often finds the bright side to every situation.
+ Open minded. Never one to entirely close his mind to something, after all a switch in perspective can be rather useful in philosophy.
+ Helpful. Without many questions Vincent is rather quick to help others, especially those who actively look to him for help.
+ Extremely patient, when dealing with unmotivated young college kids one has to either be patient, or be bordering a psychotic break.

- Rather than providing exact answers, he will often try to lead the questioner to the answer, so they can learn.
- Often overanalyzes situations, and may began to debate its purpose for why it is the way it is.
- He truly experiences his emotions, meaning that when he is feeling a certain way it is extremely difficult to change it.

Cause of Death:
A rather average walk off the roof of a dorm building, between classes, while holding a copy of his recently finished philosophical novel, exploring the depth of human dependency on dreams/goals and/or religion.

Hobbies:
Teaching, writing, controversial debates, music, and inspiring young minds.

Fears:
Not being remembered, being lost to the annals of time.

Contracted

As Søren had expected it took very little time for Parker to manipulate the large van known as Jill through the streets and traffic to Lucy's position upon 22nd and Main. Though mind you this time passage still allowed for quite a bit of thinking for The Harbingers' bassist. In fact in fact the synapses in his brain fired at rapid speeds, debating a topic of vast importance. What, you may ask, was this important topic? Obviously the thoughts rushing through his head were of ways to make things more awkward for both Parker and Lucy. For you see Søren's favorite hobbies consist mainly of the following of which only the first has a specific ranking, hence its first-ness, and the rest often oscillated positions. Music in general (namely playing the ever beautiful Nete) was locked in position one, then there is hanging out with The Harbingers, making puns, making things awkward between Parker and Lucy, making puns involving Parker and Lucy, and finally watching the oh so amusingly tense interactions between, yep that's right, Parker and Lucy. Therefore, one could easily understand Søren's vast amount of thought being put in to his plans, as he and Parker pulled up near Lucy.

As they pulled up, a sense of pride filled Søren from head to toe. Parker had shouted at the, top of his lungs free candy, while driving what one could call a rather conspicuous van. This of course the cause of Søren's sudden feelings of pride, he knew he had good taste in friends. Then to top it off he had the treat of watching Lucy reply. Reply in fact in such a way that he was certain if it had lacked the added touch of the dainty finger flutter would have been much less amusing.

Then as Parker proceeded to make room in the van Søren of course continued to sit back in his seat. He gladly let Parker go about his reorganization, Søren himself was too busy observing Lucy and Parker, to actually assist.

As his pink-haired acquaintance commented unto both him and his man-servant, on their speedy arrival Søren noticed Lucy's face began to take on attributes of her vivid hair, as she stared at Parker and his efforts at rearranging the kit in the back. Of course at this point his brain began to cook up something to say, only to be interrupted by Parker questioning him on his (Parker's) own actions. Grinning in what can only be described as a predatory like manner he responded, "Oh, but then how would have you been able to display your strength and caring to Lucy here?" Pausing for a moment Søren moved his gaze towards Lucy. "And of course who would Luce here have stared at as they strained to move all that heavy percussion equipment? Certainly not me, right?"

His moment of instigation done Søren, waited for the two to get in and for them to be on their way. After all now that he had something to catch one another's attention, this ride would definitely be awkward enough. Though for a moment Søren did debate the idea that he may be a horrible friend, only for a moment though as both Parker and Lucy clambered into Jill. Only giving it one last thought, that Parker had probably been hoping that his presence would make things easier. That is before he banished it from his mind, after all Parker knew better than to expect that.

After all of that it was a rather uneventful ride to Revelations, well other than the delicious tension filled air. As they pulled up Søren was perplexed, but pleased to see Matt there already. Jumping from his seat he collided with the ground, which was immediately followed by an about face as he turned to fetch his precious precious bass from the bowels of the van (aka from behind his seat). With his guitar now in possession Søren himself was ready, now if only Parker's kit could magically teleport from the van to the studio room. Alas, it could not and since this week's studio time was important Søren was going to unhappily assist. However before which he felt the need to clarify. Turning to face Parker and Matt he spoke the words none of them expected to hear, "I," he sighed, "I shall help with the kit today, but only today." Søren's face by this point had managed to warp into one of regret, sickness, and rage; he hated helping get the drum kit out. Hell the end of the world seemed better.

Contracted

The amount of time it took Lucy to respond was minimal. In the time it took Søren's message to navigate its way from his phone to that of Lucy's, and her to respond and her message do the same was an incredibly small time window. Yet, somehow between the sending of his message and waiting for a response Søren had managed to forget he had sent the text, or he wasn't expecting a reply so soon, both of which would be easily believable in regards to the young bassist. Lucy's reply was marked with a startled jump of Søren as the phone buzzed on his lap.

Despite the shock Søren managed to snag his phone before it could collide with the floorboard of the van, because of his reaction. Reading Lucy's answer to his text Søren looked towards his best friend. "Well my good friend it would seem we are indeed needed to assist our fellow band mate," taking a breath Søren continued on, but now in a deep dramatic voice, "Set course for 22nd and main! We must hurry forth!"

With the location of their journey's endpoint now known, he could allow Parker to do the rest. Now that, that was done Søren could reply to Lucy. Unlocking his phone he sent another message to their pink-haired guitarist. We have now set off on our quest, we know not how long it may take, nor what we may encounter. Yet, there is one thing that we do know, at the end of this journey, it is fabled that we shall find a guitarist of skill, known to most for her vibrant hair. That text done Søren started another, this one to their vocalist. Should get there soon, man. We just need to grab Lucy and we will be on our way. Slipping his phone into his pocket he turned to face out the window as he began to hum a new bass part in his head.

Chaos Symphony

This game sounds rather, interesting, though more background would be enlightening.

Contracted

Hearing Parker jokingly question what else Søren would be useful for if not shirt fetching, he finished positioning Nete in the perfect spot. Hesitating for a moment so he could stare off into the distance with a soul searching gaze Søren contemplated in faux pas dramatics. Eventually turning he glanced at Parker before reporting the deep answer he had managed to ascertain, "The answer to that question my dear friend is this... My amazing gorgeous-ness, of course." As he finished Søren couldn't help but let his face split into a gigantic smile. To others his answer may have been only worth a mild chuckle, not an ear to ear grin, but then again smiling was always something of second nature to Søren. He almost always had a perpetual grin plastered on his face.

As they got into Jill's front seats Søren had already begun to let his mind drift. Despite just finishing playing on his bass moments ago he could already feel the craving to play build up in him. He had accepted long ago he had an addiction, sure only psychological, but hey the mind is pretty powerful. In fact his addiction consumed his life to such an extent that when it came down to it he wasn't very reliable unless it involved music. However since he was constricted to the confines of Parker's precious van for the time being he would have to accept it. Therefore, witty banter time was a go.

As Søren sat struggling to come up with something remotely clever to say he noticed Parker pull out his phone to check the time. Yet, before he could say something about how if Parker was worried about time they would probably need to get moving unless if at some point during his shift at Pam's place he had figured how to warp both space and time, Parker inquired if he thought they should pick up Lucy.

Immediately Søren comprehended his friends regret of asking as soon as he saw his face. It was clear Parker expected him to begin taunting him on the subject. This of course made sense, there was that one time that Søren had compiled a list of his best friend's kryptonites and at the top of that list he had placed Lucy, after all she always seemed to essentially paralyze him and break his cool. Suffice to Søren found the list hilarious, he still wasn't completely sure if Parker had though... Oh well. With a small smile Søren replied in a gentle tone, "I don't see why not. After all we have that EP to work on so practice is pretty important. You start driving and I'll ask her." As he finished speaking he pulled out his phone to began his text before tacking on one last thing, "If she already left we may have to grab her on her way there. I assume you know the route she normally takes to the studio, after all you are her resident stalker." With that Søren shot Lucy a quick text, Hey Parker wants to know if you'd like a ride. So would you?

Contracted

Honestly I am fine with either, but maybe go with like 2 or 3 gigs at least in before they even approach us. Allow for some word to spread first.

Contracted

Orchestratic said
School work is for people who don't role-play. >:D

Is that that thing I have during the day where I nap, listen to music, and think about my RPs?

Orchestratic said
Though I can't remember the last time he called me a bitch...

I think I may have at some point over the weekend actually.

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Also, Briza your post is good, in fact I can't wait for character interactions.

Contracted

Dangling his feet over the back of the couch, Søren was laying with his head hanging off the front of the seat. In his hands he firmly held Nete, his beloved bass guitar named for one of the Mousai Apollonides (not that Søren knew alot about Greece mythology, just so happens though that when you essentially live on a college campus for 19 years of your life or so you pick up some weird shit). He had been working until about an hour ago and he was now loosening up before practice in about an hour. His fingers gently sliding along the strings and across the strings as he played a spontaneous song that grew and changed with every passing moment.

Søren sighed happily. He loved these moments him and Nete only, everything but the music they were creating forgotten. ''If only it could be like this all the time'' Søren spoke to himself as he continued to play. His eyes closed softly as he let his mind meld into the melody that he and Nete created. The only moments better than this were when he and the rest of The Harbingers were creating music together there was just something about it that made it feel like destiny.

Three short honks from a horn followed by a fourth longer one broke the serenity of Søren's mind. Throwing his feet over his head he rolled off the couch and onto his feet, and played a final a chord to the improvised song. Slowly removing the bass from his grasp he set her in her hardcover case. He sighed again this time in slight aggravation as his phone went off, it was almost definitely Parker asking him to grab something and to tell Søren it was time to head to practice. Grabbing his phone he unlocked the screen and checked. "Yep it's from Parker," he confirmed out loud, "And, he wants me to get him a shirt."

With Nete safetly settled into her case, he closed it and set it by the door. Søren then proceeded to grab his black and red striped jacket, slip it on, slide his phone into the jacket's pocket and grab a miscellaneous shirt for Parker. Not even bothering to text Parker, he gingerly picked up the case by the door exiting the apartment and locked it behind him.

Stepping out of the apartment building, Søren approached Parker's van. He chucked the shirt at his friend as he went to open the door to Jill, only getting in after placing his guitar securely behind the seat.

Looking at his friend Søren mockingly called out, "Come on Parker for someone so impatient you seem to take forever to get ready. You don't even look like you're ready for band practice. We only have like 45 minutes you know. So, shouldn't we get going BITCH."