Pundii

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@Lady Amalthea

Understood and apologies, won't happen again.

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@Lady Amalthea

Am I alright to adjust my post so as to give Harry a reply to the Lord Major? Shouldn't take me more than a few minutes to amend it.

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@Sigil

Whoops, I meant to add an extra paragraph for that but it slipped my mind, soon as I'm in my class and can properly procrastinate I'll edit my post appropriately.

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Harry Walsh

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Location: Grand Continental Hotel

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Harry only took his eyes off Aziza once when he heard the familiar voice of Peter above them. Looking up, he gave the man a simple nod before immediately diverting his attentions back to Aziza as she leant against him. It felt reassuring to hear her say that she trusted him. He had chosen to put his own trust in her, and while he assumed already that it was mutual, it was good to hear her say the words. His arms gently wrapped around her, he softly caressed her shoulder, trying to calm and relax her as well as he was able. Just as her first words had managed to reinforce him, her next ones oddly felt strange, disheartening.

He shook his head quickly, watching her closely as he gave a gentle smile. "Don't worry about that, I survived the war didn't I? I'm sure I can handle this." It was at least an attempt at a joke. As he took a moment to recall, Harry realised it was the first time he'd even slightly joked about the war, for him it was something dark, somber, and nothing really but a bad memory. It felt strange to use it as a joke but, strangely relieving. Listening as she continued, he nodded his head in agreement, gently moving to stand up as he took her hand, helping her to her feet. "I'll be with you the whole way." He promised with a friendly gaze and a warm smile.

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Many apologies for the lateness of my post, in an assessment period so i've been trying to get through all my essays. Writing a post now.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Liam Matthews

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Location: Coventry Horrors, Seventh Floor
Interacting With: Aloise Zamora @Morose

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Tilting his head somewhat to nod to Aloise, he sighed as he understood clearly the implication of her look. Liam knew his visions were useful, they'd helped him and Aloise out of more than one situation, but he still was not particularly in debt or glad to have them, were it up to him, the whole 'prophet of god' thing would've been something he left behind and never once thought about after the Altsoba massacre. However, he knew better than to ignore them, they were usually far too important, even perilous to be ignored, as much as he wanted to push them all to the back of his mind and forget about it.

Glancing to the wardrobe again, he finally noticed as the portal seemed to be getting closer. He blinked for a moment or two, raising an eyebrow, he couldn't quite tell if he was just seeing things, but he certainly didn't think it was too unreal that the portal was reaching out essentially, he'd seen stranger things. He had an urge to move and close the door, just to be safe, but Sera had already moved to do so. He took one or two steps closer regardless, watching her closely, ready to try and pull her back if something dragged her in or jumped out at her.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Morose

I'll get a post out today, sorry for the delay again, around an assessment period.

University of Hollywood | The Rich vs. The Poor

Mark Anderson

_{"Many a time a man's mouth broke his nose."}
-Irish Proverb

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Name;

Mark William Anderson.

Nickname;

Marky is Mark's most common nickname, one he doesn't mind anyone using, sometimes those closer to him will refer to him as 'Marky Mark' as well, though.

Birth Date;

November 17th.

Age;

Twenty-Four.

Zodiac Sign;

Scorpio.

Gender;

Male.

Sexuality;

Heterosexual.

Rich or Poor;

Rich.

Trust Fund or Scholarship;

Scholarship.

Major;

International Studies.

Minor;

French.

Occupation;

Barista.

Social Status;

Upper Middle Class.

Spending Habits;

Budget Spender.

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In Depth Appearance;

A relatively attractive man, Mark's most defining and attractive feature would be his jawline, clear and generally accentuated by the beard which he has. His beard is well groomed, but its general style and length varies from time to time based on little more than how he feels about it. He keeps his dark brown hair relatively short and messy, and his deep blue eyes are generally a striking feature. Mark has an athletic and muscular figure, weighing about one-hundred and eighty-seven pounds. the by-product of a strict exercise regimen, and he stands just a little shy of six foot two. His skin is a pale white, dotted with moles and a few small scars on and around his knuckles.

Clothing Style;

Mark tends to wear nice clothes, he doesn't particularly care for spending money on brand-name clothes or what's fashionable or a trend, he tends to stick to nice, buttoned shirts, sweaters, and trousers. In colder weather he'll add a coat and scarf ontop of that combo, but aside from wearing a different colour shirt or a different sweater, his outfit doesn't change too much, he's generally more about practicality and looking smart than anything else.

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Likes;

✔ Reading
✔ Alcohol and Get-togethers
✔ Flying/Gliding
✔ Hiking
✔ Cold Weather
✔ Spicy Food

Dislikes;

✘ Hot, Humid Weather
✘ Prentious/Obnoxious people
✘ Sweet foods
✘ Reality TV
✘ Pointless arguments

Habits;

• Scratches his beard when thinking
• Swears often in normal conversation
• Bites his nails when he's stressed

Hobbies;

• Gym
• Hiking
• Horseback Riding
• Archery

Fears;

• Drowning
• Wasps
• Clowns

Personality;

_{Comedic ~ Blunt ~ Confident ~ Dismissive}

Someone with a good sense of humour, Mark is generally able to find the bright side of anything, and he's always ready to crack a joke about anything. He finds comedy to be a great equalizer of sorts, he doesn't much care for political views, religion or anything else when it comes to jokes, anything is free game in his mind. Of course, this has landed him in trouble from time to time, but his jokes are always light-hearted, and never intended for anything more than comedy. He is confident in both his appearance and his skills, and while he doesn't boast, Mark doesn't really let anything get him down about his looks or what he's good at, he knows his skills and his faults.

Mark can be somewhat blunt from time to time, and not just in his humour. If someone is getting on his nerves, or he disagrees with them on something, he has no problem with making that known. Sometimes it has made Mark come across as aggressive or like a bit of a dick, but he usually doesn't mean anything mean by it, usually. Similarly, Mark can generally seem dismissive when he is working or busy with something else. He has no problem blowing off friends or a date if he has something more important that needs doing, and it can make him seem like something of an ass from time to time.

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Place of Origin;

Belfast, Northern Ireland

Background;

Born to a relatively well-off family in Belfast, Mark's father was a Scottish immigrant and former soldier and his mother a local who worked as a lawyer. Mark was an only child, raised in a degree of affluence and never particularly wanting for everything, though he was anything but spoiled. A military man, Mark's father ensured that the boy was raised with a fair degree of discipline and workmanship, never giving the growing boy anything more than was deserved. Mark learned from a young age the importance of hard work, despite his families relative wealth.

Going through school, Mark worked hard from a young age to do well, managing to often top his classes through a great amount of dedication to his study, but early on he struggled to make friends and develop relationships. Most of Mark's days and afternoons were spent alone with books, studying and learning while other kids his age were out playing and making friends. Mark never really came out of his shell and began to develop his charisma until high school. For much of his early highschooling, Mark saw a complete turnaround, with something of a rebellious teenage spirit, he spent much of his time with friends, away from home, and not really paying attention to his studies, and as a result his grades suffered.

It wasn't until about tenth grade that Mark finally began to think about the future, knowing he wanted to go to university, he couldn't do so if his grades continued to falter. After a long time thinking it all through, he decided he wanted to study overseas, and began to push himself in his studies once again, managing to go from some of the lowest scores in his grade to the highest, eventually topping all his classes in his final grade, doing well enough to secure a scholarship to study in the United States at Hollywood University. Bidding his friends, family and his home goodbye, Mark left his home of Ireland to make his way to the United States.

Settling in relatively quickly at his new university, Mark has picked up work, though he hasn't had a great deal of time to go out and make friends, still mostly keeping to himself and to his study for the time being. To most people, at least for now, he's still just 'The Irish Guy'.

Extra;

Audrey Hepburn.

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The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Morose

Ah, my misunderstanding, i'll edit it now.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Liam Matthews

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Location: Coventry Horrors, Seventh Floor
Interacting With: Aloise Zamora @Morose

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The voice rang through his head again and again as Liam stood there, trying to narrow it down in his mind who it was or could have been. Hearing Aloise speak up, he turned his gaze to her, finally freed from his trance as he heard her, knowing she was aware of his vision. Normally he'd have told her straight away, but glancing around, he held off, he still didn't trust those present, and he wasn't about to reveal his own deviance in front of an OMEN agent.

"It's nothing, just distracted." He tried to make it as clear as he could from his tone that he'd inform her later, reaching into his jacket to finally tuck away his handgun. He racked his brain about the vision though, whos voice had he heard? and who was it that was chained and in desperate need of help? All of it clouded his mind and his thoughts, plaguing him as he stood there, still immensely distracted to the portal, caring far less about it now than he did his vision.