Prosaic

Nightland

I'll be able to drop a Kea response after work if I'm not too exhausted. Eight hours to go!

Also, y'all are some great writers.

In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

I'm pretty interested! I don't often take up period rps but this looks really cool and I enjoy some Lovecraftian horror.

Edenridge

Nolan Santora

Am I saying the wrong thing? Am I wearing the wrong thing? Am I saying the wrong thing while wearing the wrong thing? Oh no. | Take it from me, I've been there a thousand times, you hate your pulse because it thinks you're still alive.

Name

Nolan Anstice Santora

Nicknames

Nol, Santora

Age

20

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Bisexual

Relationship Status

Single

Appearance Details

5'9" | 146LBs | Blond | Blue Eyes

Nolan has never been a particularly imposing individual, not quite tall and not quite short, he's always been perfectly average. Nolan is built slender, long-legged and somewhat narrow, he was never the bulky type and it shows. He's quite pale with a smattering of faint freckles along his nose and cheekbones. He has a proportional face with a hard jaw and high cheekbones. His eyes are a faded shade of cornflower blue and they sit beneath expressive eyebrows and dark eyelashes.

Nolan's hair is often kept short and messy, a natural wheat blond. He doesn't appear to exhaust much effort in the maintenance of his hair and as a result it often appears a bit rumpled as if he'd just rolled out of bed. He tends to dress fashionably but comfortably, this means that he doesn't stand out much but he doesn't mind that terribly. He has no tattoos although he can sometimes be found wearing a lip ring.

Personality Traits

Friendly + Charitable + Kind + Empathetic + Good-humored + Helpful - Quick-tempered - Rebellious - Thoughtless - Distant - Anxious - Cowardly

Nolan is a kind person with a natural empathy towards the people around him. A sweet nature, he seeks to help people with little expectation that they'll help him in turn. He seems to genuinely enjoy doing things for others and often reaches out when he can. His natural inclination towards charity has lead him on the path of philanthropy many times before. He has history of dedicating his time to soup kitchens and animal shelters, even dating back to his years in high school.

Nolan is good-humored about his faults and about the world around him, he seems to cope through making light of the problems he faces. He's often the first to crack a joke amidst a shitty situation, this has the opposite effect he hopes for at times but for the most part it's made him somewhat lovable. Despite these virtues, Nolan is also outspoken to a point that borders on being too much. He speaks his mind regardless of who cares to hear him and he can be infuriatingly argumentative about his opinions and feelings.

His temper is quick at times but it burns out just as quick. These lapses into irritation have made him say things that he's later regretted but been unable to take back. He's got a bit of a rebellious streak do to growing up with such watchful parents although the rebellion is often harmless. He likes to pave his own path and isn't keen on following in anyone's footsteps. He can be somewhat thoughtless in regards to consequences however and seems taken aback when things blow up in his face.

Nolan can be a bit distant if he doesn't know you well, often giving few details away about himself and refusing to open up about himself or his feelings. He finds it hard to connect with some people, although not for lack of trying. He's extremely prone to anxiety and nervousness but puts up a front like he's not. Some have seen him lapse into this pacing and rocking state but very few. He can be something of a coward, which has not improved since the shooting.

Biography

TW: Mentions of anxiety/mental breakdowns.

Nolan was born to Edenridge to a pair of parents who had likely lived there their entire lives and life was relatively simple for him. His father was a stern man who liked to keep a close eye on his wife and son and his mother was a kind woman who taught him to treat the world how he wanted to be treated. His childhood was somewhat sheltered do to his father being pretty overbearing but it was not an unhappy environment. He was provided with everything he ever needed or wanted and things were good in the Santora household.

Nolan grew up kind like his mother but with some of his father's temperamental tendencies. School was somewhat troublesome for the young man from the start, he had little interest in it and as a result, his grades were always sort of shaky. It was not that he was stupid, he just couldn't ever seem to find any enjoyment in what he was doing. In most ways, he was a pretty ordinary student and high school was not something he was particularly intimidated about.

He thrived socially in high school, made friends quite easily and most kids saw him as confident and headstrong but he often found himself sick with anxiety at social events. He would often disappear at parties, which was written off as disinterest in the festivities. When Allison died, he stopped attending them altogether, even when people asked him to come along.

His anxieties seemed to get worse from there, he was near-paranoid about the smallest things. This was worrying for his friends but through it all, he tried to keep smiling. It was not until Charlie's reign of terror struck the school that he really hit an all time low. Nolan's anxiety became almost unmanageable at this point and he was later administered into home-schooling. He attempted to attend college when he finished his courses, wanting to pursue a career as a chef although this was short-lived.

He quickly succumbed to what has been referred to as a stress-induced mental breakdown that lead to him hitting a very dark point in his life. He dropped out of college soon after, returned home, and went on to work at a local bakery. He lives a fairly quiet life now but seems to be on edge.

Family

Viktor Santora - Father, works full time as a surgeon at the local hospital.
Emily Santora - Mother, works part time as a florist.

Misc.

Luke Volker | 39B54A
I think the song Parrot by Stepdad also suits him.

Hope this looks good! :)

Return to Edenridge

Tentative interest?
Can I reserve 39b54a and Luke Volker?

Nightland

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Mentions

@Kino End@Lucky & Any other arrivals rly. He ain't picky.

The cold was unfamiliar to him.
Which was why, he had reasoned, that he had slept so poorly that night. After having spent a few years in New York, Keandre still found the weather rather unforgiving and at times he found himself missing Saint-Nazaire. It was easier, perhaps, to assume that his sleeplessness could be blamed on something as simple as the frigid air outside his door. He had not been able to afford to fix the heater and he couldn't sleep without keeping a window cracked, so it only made sense that the chill was keeping him up that night. It was the simple solution and he was fond of not looking too deeply into things.

His morning routine had been the same despite his lack of sleep. He had taken his mood stabilizers, he'd checked his phone and he'd been reminded of the group therapy session. For the fourth time since attending therapy with Stanton, Keandre considered skipping it altogether and driving down to the corner store to pick up the cheapest bottle of whiskey he could afford. It was an itch in the back of his mouth, a spot he couldn't quite reach with his thumb and he mulled it over while he showered. It would, of course, be easier to just fall back into his habits and it would, of course, damn him to driving into mailboxes for many more years.

Alcohol had helped him sleep before, hadn't it?

Water ran warm down his spine while he considered the query. The nightmares hadn't really gone away, had they? Was it worth it to endure this in the long run if all it meant was a possible break in his bad dreams? He chewed on the doubts while he chased shampoo from his ginger hair and by the time he had finished, he had decided to attend. He knew that doubting was part of the progress, that questioning the legitimacy of Stanton's methods was only human. Therapy had never really helped him before and that had left him with the remnants of childish concern.

Not to mention his disorder sometimes made it hard for him to differentiate friend from foe.

Stanton was not his enemy.
The sooner he learned that, the better.

---

He had arrived a moment earlier than he had intended to by taxi, sometimes he found that it was good to beat himself to the draw. If he had waited that extra moment, he might have changed course and well-- all the introspection from earlier wouldn't have been worth it. He was clad in a gray pea coat, scarf wound up to his chin. His hands were lost in his pockets and he kept his head down as he moved past the Soldiers' and Sailors' monument.

If he listened closely, he could hear the quiet chatter of people around him. The crunch of their footsteps as they moved through the snow, the laughter of children clasped closely by the hand of their guardians as they made their way home from here or there. It all made him pretty tired admittedly. He was cold and he was already starting to withdraw into himself. It was going to be a long session, he was sure of it. He took some, but not much, comfort in the fact that everyone in that room with him was probably just as fucked as he was, if not worse.

He didn't know that he'd call them friends, but they were familiar.

He could see two figures outside as he approached, head still down, steps still measured. They were bleary in his right eye but he recognized the shape of- the priest and-- the secretary, was it? He found it somewhat odd that she would greet them out there, lingering in the darkness like that. He wondered if it was worry he was feeling, or maybe-- definitely paranoia. He shrugged off the misgivings that were budding to the surface, dwelling over what ifs tended to get him into trouble and it was no big deal, he didn't know why he felt so weird about it.

She was nice and maybe he was the one being weird. He found himself locked in something of a silent mental battle as he drew closer to the two. He didn't speak immediately, just sort of lingered there, but when he did, it was in quiet French. "Il fait froid."

He cleared his throat and spoke up in a voice that was both raspy and low, the kind of voice that a young smoker was prone to acquiring after one too many cigarettes. "I ah- sorry. Hello, terrible weather, innit?" His smile was an odd, jagged thing, like a paper doll who's mouth had been cut out wrong. "I am- I'm not built for this. I miss the sea."

Nightland

Keandre Roux

I'll make it through this if it kills me and when it kills me, I'll come back. | And I'm gonna get on my knees. Would you kick me in the face, please? It'll make whatever I say sound like poetry.

FULL NAME

Keandre Artus Roux

NICKNAMES

Kea, Pyro

GENDER

Male

AGE

26

HEIGHT

6'0"

WEIGHT

164LBs

It started in Saint-Nazaire, France...

Keandre Roux was born to near-poverty, a family that had never been able to make ends meet. An absent set of parental figures played an important role in him growing up sort of off. While his mother was quite loving, she was also quite dedicated to the bottles of wine that would stack up under their counter in place of food that could have been bought with what little funds they did have.

His father was an angry man, quiet and unkind. He had learned quite early on that Clement Roux had little time for family and in turn had little time for him. He was quick to leave around Keandre's tenth birthday. This loss of a father figure early in his life set the tone for a lifetime of attention-seeking and reckless behavior. This included an affection for setting things on fire.

Keandre developed an addictive personality in his early teens, although it started with harmless experimentation and quickly spiraled into something nasty when it became clear that he lacked the ability to stop himself from going that extra mile. As a result of these issues, Keandre spent a lot of time in and out of therapy. This addiction to substances only got worse as he got older.

And he wound up in therapy again because...

It was maybe two years after he had finally left home, moved from France, tried to (unsuccessfully) get his life together. He had spent the night binge-drinking and Keandre made the bad decision to try to take his car to the corner store. While he had initially been under the impression that he was fine, he quickly proved this wrong by wheeling his car directly into his neighbor's mailbox. He was thrown directly into his steering wheel, alarmed and jolted to awareness, he had turned his head up to see--

-well, he still hasn't quite been able to explain it. With blood running down from his temple and his voice quietly, feverently murmuring, Keandre was later brought to a hospital for examination and diagnosed with a concussion. Healing was simple, quick even, but ever since that night he was plagued in nightmares.

His usual problems seemed to only get worse and his addictions were getting too dangerous to manage. He abruptly resigned himself to therapy again and they have been working with him on his BPD and pyromania.

Scrappy - Keandre is quite good in a scrap, a childhood filled with fistfights and tangling with other young men lead to a boy who can hold his own in a scrap.
Brave - Call it brave or call it reckless, Keandre isn't afraid to throw himself in harms way.
Survival - Keandre has a knack for general survival skills, a childhood of mostly taking care of himself has made him apt at doing so.
Stubborn - Keandre refuses to give up, no matter how much he gets beaten down.
Tactical - A good planner and strategizer, he tends to think on his feet.
Physically Strong - While no bodybuilder, Keandre can be quite useful when a strong hand is needed.

Stubborn - This virtue becomes a flaw just as easily, Keandre does not want to be lead, he does not want to follow anyone.
Emotionally Unstable - Keandre loses track of himself quite easily and is prone to rapid bursts of anger or depression as a result.
Impulse Control - Keandre lacks impulse control and tends to rush into things without thinking about it, this has lead him to shambles quite often in his life.
Team Work - Keandre is bad at working with a team unless he feels he has some kind of charge over that team.
Depth Perception - Keandre has pretty terrible depth perception due to his right eye being mostly blind.
Slow - Keandre is not very fast, he may lag in situations requiring speed.

AVOID HARM

-2

ENDURE INJURY

+3

KEEP IT TOGETHER

-1

ACT UNDER PRESSURE

+1

(+2 - Applicable in situations requiring the traits bravery, survival, stubbornness, physical strength)

ENGAGE IN COMBAT

+2

INFLUENCE OTHERS

0

SIXTH SENSE

+1

Nightland

@Kino End Awesome, will do!! I'm very glad he's been approved. :)

Nightland

Keandre Roux

I'll make it through this if it kills me and when it kills me, I'll come back. | And I'm gonna get on my knees. Would you kick me in the face, please? It'll make whatever I say sound like poetry.

FULL NAME

Keandre Artus Roux

NICKNAMES

Kea, Pyro

GENDER

Male

AGE

26

HEIGHT

6'0"

WEIGHT

164LBs

It started in Saint-Nazaire, France...

Keandre Roux was born to near-poverty, a family that had never been able to make ends meet. An absent set of parental figures played an important role in him growing up sort of off. While his mother was quite loving, she was also quite dedicated to the bottles of wine that would stack up under their counter in place of food that could have been bought with what little funds they did have.

His father was an angry man, quiet and unkind. He had learned quite early on that Clement Roux had little time for family and in turn had little time for him. He was quick to leave around Keandre's tenth birthday. This loss of a father figure early in his life set the tone for a lifetime of attention-seeking and reckless behavior. This included an affection for setting things on fire.

Keandre developed an addictive personality in his early teens, although it started with harmless experimentation and quickly spiraled into something nasty when it became clear that he lacked the ability to stop himself from going that extra mile. As a result of these issues, Keandre spent a lot of time in and out of therapy. This addiction to substances only got worse as he got older.

And he wound up in therapy again because...

It was maybe two years after he had finally left home, moved from France, tried to (unsuccessfully) get his life together. He had spent the night binge-drinking and Keandre made the bad decision to try to take his car to the corner store. While he had initially been under the impression that he was fine, he quickly proved this wrong by wheeling his car directly into his neighbor's mailbox. He was thrown directly into his steering wheel, alarmed and jolted to awareness, he had turned his head up to see--

-well, he still hasn't quite been able to explain it. With blood running down from his temple and his voice quietly, feverently murmuring, Keandre was later brought to a hospital for examination and diagnosed with a concussion. Healing was simple, quick even, but ever since that night he was plagued in nightmares.

His usual problems seemed to only get worse and his addictions were getting too dangerous to manage. He abruptly resigned himself to therapy again and they have been working with him on his BPD and pyromania.

Scrappy - Keandre is quite good in a scrap, a childhood filled with fistfights and tangling with other young men lead to a boy who can hold his own in a scrap.
Brave - Call it brave or call it reckless, Keandre isn't afraid to throw himself in harms way.
Survival - Keandre has a knack for general survival skills, a childhood of mostly taking care of himself has made him apt at doing so.
Stubborn - Keandre refuses to give up, no matter how much he gets beaten down.
Tactical - A good planner and strategizer, he tends to think on his feet.
Physically Strong - While no bodybuilder, Keandre can be quite useful when a strong hand is needed.

Stubborn - This virtue becomes a flaw just as easily, Keandre does not want to be lead, he does not want to follow anyone.
Emotionally Unstable - Keandre loses track of himself quite easily and is prone to rapid bursts of anger or depression as a result.
Impulse Control - Keandre lacks impulse control and tends to rush into things without thinking about it, this has lead him to shambles quite often in his life.
Team Work - Keandre is bad at working with a team unless he feels he has some kind of charge over that team.
Depth Perception - Keandre has pretty terrible depth perception due to his right eye being mostly blind.
Slow - Keandre is not very fast, he may lag in situations requiring speed.

AVOID HARM

-2

ENDURE INJURY

+3

KEEP IT TOGETHER

-1

ACT UNDER PRESSURE

+1

ENGAGE IN COMBAT

+2

INFLUENCE OTHERS

0

SIXTH SENSE

+1

Here you go!

Nightland

Hey, is this still available for applications? It's been a hot minute since I've applied for something on the Guild but it looks neat as hell.