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Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

@Pilatus

Found a voice link for Ty, is it ok if I put it in a section under theme songs?

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

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Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

@Pilatus
No, that's totally on me. It must've slipped my mind. Sorry about that ^-^'

CS2

A B O U T M E

« I'm in CST time »

« Normally I'm active on a daily basis, but like most people, work and upkeep can keep me busy. For the most part, I can respond fairly quickly. »

« I've been writing for about four years now, I think. »

« I would consider myself about a 3 on the interaction scale. Small groups don't bother me, but as the number of interactions gets higher it can be a little overwhelming for me. »

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

reread my sheet and found a ton of errors, I guess that's what I get for trying to write a CS on no sleep haha.

Seems like he's done.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Tiberius Devine

Tiberius "Ty" Devine ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The Starving Artist

Theme Songs Wrecking Ball - Mother Mother Funny You Should Ask - The Front Bottoms 23 • Leo • Single • Bi • Freelance Artist • Mexican (Mom) + White » Ty is a chipper and bubbly young man, fresh out of college and fresh into Sol City. He's currently in the process of moving in and getting to know the area and the people around him. He hopes to one day hit it big with his art, selling them for thousands apiece. In the meantime, his cramped, run down apartment and expensive addiction to Rebellion Energy Drinks will have to keep him on his toes. Constantly hopped up on caffeine, sugar, and excitement, people within a five foot radius should be cautious, or risk getting swept up in his latest escapade or shenanigan. » Ty is easy to spot anywhere you go, even in a crowd, due to the amount of space he takes up. It isn't his height, at an average 5'6. It's rather the aura that radiates off of him, accompanied with wild gestures and antics. It's as if he can't contain all the energy he's got bottled up inside his lean, lithe frame, surprisingly fit for all the junk he consumes. Many people get the vibe that he's one more milligram of caffeine from being the first person to literally bounce off the walls. Those who know him speculate he'd be just as energetic without all the sugar and caffeine. » Despite his fast-paced personality, Ty appears to be a very approachable person. His big blue eyes are always crinkled under the pressure of a grin that's brighter than Sol City's streetlights. His jet black hair, to his dismay, is always dropping over his eyes and into his face, no matter how hard he tries to tame it. For the most part, he leaves it to its own devices, coming down to his chin and flopped to the right side of his face. His warm-toned skin would be mostly unblemished if it weren't for old burn scars that cover his lower back and stomach. Several years old, the once angry red marks have since faded to lighter red shades at the worst of it, completely pale against his skin tone at the rest. » In stark contrast to his bubbly personality, his dress is generally formal and monotone. It's mostly out of habit, rather than anything else, seeing as collared shirts and ties made up most of his childhood garb. 『 "You wouldn't happen to have a spare Rebel Yell wouldya?" 』

P E R S O N A L I T Y

» Ty's personality can be addictive to those that don't find him overwhelming. He's imaginative, always finding new ways to keep things colorful, on canvases and in real life. Ty thrives in social environments, and paired with his charming and often lightly flirty mannerisms, he's pretty well likable in the eyes of others. Many would think that his personality would leave other people in the dust, but Ty is especially careful to be empathetic and selfless. He has a kneejerk protective reflex towards the people that he bonds with.

» Ty has a tendency to get attached too easily to people who seem to put trust in him, becoming clingy and even possessive at times. Despite making connections easily with others, he's very untrusting and rarely shares anything deeply personal about himself. He has a very anxious and critical voice inside his head, that often contradicts his actions and manner, making him uncertain at times. He is very sensitive, and tends to shut down when confronted. Ty does not respond well to anger, and hasn't come to terms with his childhood. He's constantly seeking to escape his own problems, as if running without looking over his shoulder could help him.

L I K E S

« Baseball »

« Rebellion Energy Drinks »

« Literally anything sweet »

« Reality competition shows »

« Drawing, painting, etc. (duh) »

D I S L I K E S

« Confrontation and acts of anger or aggression »

« Fears failure, confined spaces, and large fires »

« The smell of cigarette smoke »

« Slow walkers »

« Coffee »

H A B I T S & Q U I R K S

« Prone to shaking when nervous or upset »

« Couldn't sit still if you paid him to »

« Calls Rebellion Energy Drinks "Reds" »

« Constantly messing with his hair »

« Avoidant of personal problems »

» On paper, Ty's family should have worked out. Money was abundant in his family, every dollar hard earned by his father. He'd chased his childhood dream of becoming a politician, risking everything to take out large loans for schooling. The payout had been huge, the countless months he'd put into his dream paying off as he grew wildly renowned and successful. With the money that he bought he ensured that his family would never endure the same poverty he'd experienced as a child. His mother had returned to schooling to finish a degree she'd put on pause to start a family. She aspired to become a teacher, her patient manner and love for children driving her.
» Ty's father spent very little time with his family. Even after his job had become hugely lucrative, he'd never decreased the hours he'd worked. He was unwilling to slow his ascent in the political world to spend time with his son, nor his wife, much to the dismay of both of them. He spent countless hours locked in his office, managing every last detail, controlling every aspect that he could. Ty's father was a ghost, ever present, but always just out of his reach.
» Despite his detachment, his father had no scarcity of his opinions. Perhaps his biggest fear was failing before he could truly achieve his full potential, as so many politicians before him did. He was determined to avoid any possible scandal, anything that could harm his name or reputation. Thus, he managed his family, just as he did his work. They dressed formally, constantly appearing in front of cameras and events to endorse him, or make small talk with his colleagues and peers. Often, his father would pick up for a business trip with little to no warning and disappear completely, not answering any form of communication. His mother silently grew resentful and cold behind closed doors, only a matter of time before she couldn't take it anymore.
» Through it all, Ty was whoever his father wanted him to be. His father was hellbent on shaping him into the perfect son, needing someone to carry his legacy after him. Ty was far from what his father wanted, noncommittal, emotional, and ungrounded, and worst of all, he had no intention to succeed his father in the political world. All he truly wanted to pursue was art. Ty was subjected to constant criticism and verbal abuse, always feeling like he was disappointing or failing his father. Every new sport he couldn't excel at, every business education course he dropped out of, every step just a millimeter out of line, and his father was there to lay into him. Ty's anxiety became immeasurable, dreading every time he'd come home to his father, and eventually trying to run away three times.
» It wasn't until his father forced him into baseball that any of his efforts on his son really took. At first, Ty was skeptical. He hadn't been good at any of the other sports he'd tried before, why would baseball be any different? He was pretty sure he'd just quit the sport without telling his father as he had before so many times. When he found out he'd be furious, no doubt, but when wasn't he? Maybe he'd make up an excuse about how he was too late in the season to join, couldn't keep up, so his father should pull him to save face. However, at the first game he attended, not even a week after he'd joined, Ty was put in the game in the final inning after one teammate was injured in a collision. He hit the winning home run, and everyone rushed onto the field to throw him on their shoulders. For the first time in his life, Ty felt like he'd done something right. Ty was obsessed from there on out, and his father was sated, even almost pleased at times as Ty's skill only kept growing.
» Ty's father insisted that he go pro with baseball, but Ty resisted vehemently. Unable to bear her controlling husband anymore, his mother finally broke her peaceful persona. The fights that happened in hushed voices behind closed doors were loud, in the front hall, as soon as one of the two came home. Constantly, regardless of day or night. The shouting was so loud that nothing Ty tried could drown it out, his father growing angrier and angrier with each new conflict and accusation. All too many times, Ty picked up the pieces and served as the middle man between his parents.
» Supposedly unsatisfied with the family that was already available to him, Ty's father started an affair with his secretary. Perhaps if he'd been more careful he could've gotten away with it, put fatefully, Ty was the one to learn of the affair. His father ensured he would never tell anyone what he saw, with a variety of threats and discipline.
» The final straw was a fateful weekend that his mother left to take her final, which was to be proctored in person. Ty's father abandoned all good judgement and left Ty at a gas station while he met his secretary. By the time he returned, the sun had long since gone down. Furious, Ty confronted his dad as he drove home, demanding his father tell his mother about his affair or Tiberius would do it himself. Distracted, his father veered into the wrong highway lane, the car crashing into an eighteen wheeler and catching fire. Ty was trapped inside the car, and by the time he regained consciousness he had already been taken to the hospital.
» The divorce that followed was messy, thousands of dollars spent on court costs. Eventually, Ty and his mother was awarded half of his father's fortune, full custody, and the car. Forced to pack their things and leave, Ty and his mother moved across the country to San Francisco and took back her maiden name, trying to get as far from their old life as possible.
» Ty finished out high school in California. To stay close to his mother and help support her while she finished college and got her degree, he attended college on campus in California as well. It wasn't until he graduated college that he finally moved away from home, free to find his own identity. Unsure of where to go next, he decided to head to Sol City. No better place to make a name for yourself than a huge, growing city.

Color Code: 4d8bf0 | Art Credit: Princecanary | Font: Om Telolet Om

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Still accepting? I'd love to join :)

✡ Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts ✡

@Lionhearted

I think I'm going to have to drop this roleplay. I think I let myself fall behind in IC and I'm not sure I'll have the time to catch up and write decent posts for Dee. Thanks for understanding :)

[Canceled]

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The waiter was back almost as quick as he’d gone, lowering his tray to set the glass in front of Valerian. Reluctant to leave his seat, he watched the other vampires already trying to make connections. Probably best to do it here, before every vampire dispersed in a frenzy back to New York. That was when the whole game would really kick off.

His phone buzzed against his hip again, Val turning his gaze towards it irritably. Hadn’t he already told his assistant he didn’t want to be disturbed? If this was another problem from work, someone was going to get fired. Would it be too much to ask to handle one crisis at a time?

A bit roughly, he pulled out his phone and scanned the notification. It was from an unknown number, which was strange. Anyone who had any business contacting him should already be in his contacts.

I need to talk to you about a scarf, a guitar and heart shaped glasses. Meet me in room 312.

Unknown

Val knew what the words meant immediately, his stomach sinking. Was Aria in trouble? The urge to sprint to room 312 almost had him flying out of his chair, but he restrained himself, setting the phone on the table to stare at the notification blankly.

Even after all this time, Aria still had him wrapped around her little finger. Was he ever going to stop masquerading as her knight in shining armor? The mess his life had been for the past fifty years was all because of her, and yet he’d still drop everything to help her. Even after she’d betrayed him. No matter what he did, regardless of how composed he stayed, Val knew it all meant nothing. His one weakness was always exposed, and as long as they had Aria he’d never be able to stop walking on eggshells.

A bit woefully, he left his half finished drink at the table, grabbed his phone, and made his way to room 312. As urgent as the situation felt, it wouldn’t look good if the royal prince made a scene. That’d only serve to put on an image of weakness.

Once out of the room, Val finally felt as if he could take a breather. Less staring, judgemental eyes. He smoothed a stray strand of hair away from his face, as if that would do anything to calm him. It didn’t. What a cruel game to play, dredging up memories of the best and worst day of his life. If this were some kind of sick joke, Val wasn’t sure what he’d do. All this was probably just his father making sure Val was still under his thumb, even after cutting ties with him. Part of him almost made him turn back, not sure he’d want to go through the humiliation of showing up to an empty room, knowing his father was laughing at his idiocy somewhere. Even if Aria was in trouble, maybe it wasn’t any of his business. No doubt she had a new life now, Val long forgotten in her memories. The thought felt like being stabbed in the stomach.

Room 312 was left ajar, as if expecting a visitor. Val hesitated outside, his hand pressed against the wood. Maybe this was all a bad idea. No one would know anything about that night, so the fact that somehow someone did was all very unnerving. Pushing away any residual doubts, Val opened the door, the wood creaking at the hinges.

”I’m here.” Val nudged the door shut behind him with a foot, confused to find no one there to greet him in the living room. He paced around the room, increasingly unsure when no one was in the kitchen. The bedroom door was open slightly, though. Maybe the messenger was in there?

The scene in front of him was the last thing Val expected to see. Ridiculous amounts of blood covered the bedspread, her face, stickily clumping her hair together as it dried. Valerian was no stranger to death, but this was just excessive. Her skull was no doubt fractured, by whatever had killed her. Her face was barely visible ruined by an incredible amount of force, obscured by coagulating blood. Val realized with a sick, sinking feeling who she was. She was the lady who’d waved at him only a half an hour ago.

Val did his best to commit the scene to memory. Anything that would help him figure out what was going on here. Her shoes were still on, so she couldn’t have been lying down. It seemed like something a force had knocked her backwards, sprawling her out on the bed. Her left eye socket seemed to have been destroyed, as if something had been shoved in there. What it could have been, Val couldn’t tell. Nothing seemed out of place around the body, except...

A pair of polaroids were scattered around her body, and Val reached over her to grab them. Blood dripped off of them onto the thick covers below. He grabbed the corner of one to wipe the picture clean. Aria. That was her, definitely. The other, Aria again but- was that someone else? It was Aria at the beach, hand intertwined with another man’s, foreheads pressed together as they stared into each other’s eyes. A soggy grin plastered her face, illuminated as the sun set between the pair. Val stared at the picture, minutes passing as he tried to make sense of it. It felt like someone was holding his throat closed.

”No. Please, no.” This couldn’t be right at all. Aria loved the beach. She loved to going to the beach with him, not whoever this guy was. Ice settled in the pit of his gut, Val’s face unreadable save for a frown. Fifty years, and Aria had moved on. He couldn’t even be mad about it. Only a fool would stay stuck in the past.

When will you ever stop being so naive? Of course she’d forgotten him. Val was the only one still living in the past. That was the only thing that seemed to make sense right now. He still had a dead girl on his hands, and he’d never heard what she’d had to say. Was she here to tell him Aria had long since moved on? But then, why would she be dead?

The bedroom door opened behind him, and Val whipped around much more jumpily than he’d have liked to admit. The whole scene had him on edge. Two men in black scrubs pushed past him, barely even glancing at him. The body they picked up indifferently, zipping it shut in a body bag. The bedding they bundled together into a hamper.
”You need to leave, sir.”

”Like fuck I need to leave! I need to know what’s just gone on here.”

”If you care about Aria, you’ll leave here, and keep your mouth shut.”

Val stared at them, dumbfounded and cowed into submission. His gaze switched between the pair, neither responding, as if he were a child throwing a tantrum over a cookie. Without another word, he backed out of the room, shutting room 312 behind him.

So his father was in on this, then? He shoved the polaroids into his suit pocket, the only evidence he’d gotten from the scene. He had to find Aria. Not because he cared, or anything, because he didn’t. He could move on too, just as good as anyone else. He was only going because he needed to get Aria out of there. So he could move on with his life, and not have her held over his head anymore. That’s what he was doing. This wasn’t about her.

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