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Happy Holidays | Christmas With Friends

@HushedWhispers Just wondering if you can give us a bit of a timeline of what's coming next? Even if it's just that you'll be busy for a while, It'd be nice to know so that we know what's on the way!

Happy Holidays | Christmas With Friends

I also hope it's still happening, and have my eyes trained on this thread. People are still around, just lurking.

Happy Holidays | Christmas With Friends

So pumped for this RP! Characters are shaping up to be a fun little group, I can't wait to get started with all of you guys!

Happy Holidays | Christmas With Friends

Calvin Parker Ibbott

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Calvin Ibbott

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{" Perfect doesn't exist for people like us, Bartholomew. Passable. That's what I want. Just simply passable. If I could have a passable existence, I think I'd be very grateful. "}
-Matthew Quick, The Good Luck of Right Now

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| Full Name |
Calvin Parker Ibbott

| Nickname |
Ibbs. Calvin hated his name for a few years, and after a brief stint of going by Parker, one of his friends began calling him Ibbs, and it stuck. Over time, Calvin has also become acceptable, but those close to him use Ibbs.

| Birth Date |
March 3rd, 1994

| Age |
22

| Gender |
Male

| Sexuality |
Hetero.

| Relationship Status |
Single. Depending on how things pan out, this may change.

| Wealth |
Middle class.

| In Depth Appearance |
Calvin is a lithe man who has a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. Standing at 5'11" and weighing about 180 pounds, he could be an imposing figure save for his loose posture which often brings him lower. Blessed with a strong metabolism, Calvin is still at the point where he can eat most anything without any major consequences to his body, at least in the short-term. He’s got some muscles, though it’s nothing to marvel at, with no tattoos or piercings on his body. Comfortable, but with a degree of fashion, Calvin wears whites, blacks and greys with the occasional burst of colour on a good day. He does not take many risks in how he looks.

| Habits | Quirks | Oddities |

- Bites his nails and the inside of his lip
- Rolls coins on his knuckles when he’s got a lot on his mind
- Actively rebukes any insinuation that he went to university
- Jumps when excited

| Hobbies |

- Trumpet
- Fantasy Hockey
- Swimming

| Likes |

- Wine
- Playing Trumpet (by himself)
- Fantasy Hockey Leagues
- The Outdoors
- Wynton Marsalis
- Gallows Humour
- Milkshakes
- Parkour

| Dislikes |

- Saxophone
- Tests
- Kids
- Beer
- Computers
- Coca-Cola
- The Metro

| Fears |

- Ridicule
- Radiation

| Personality Traits |

Relaxed – Thankful – Affable – Neurotic - Finicky

| Personality |
As this years have gone by, and things have calmed down, Calvin has become a content and affable person. While New York was at first daunting and scary, he now has adapted, and feels comfortable calling it home. With a decent job and some solid friends, he’s rather happy with himself and his position. Although not wildly sensitive, he can be prickly when questioned about home or university. Calvin takes his work very seriously, but beyond that, finds little reason to worry about other aspects of his life. It has been the doom of many budding and long relationships, as he has difficulties committing or investing in anything after the thousands of dollars blown away at school. Alan is quick to make new friends however, with a relaxed and self-deprecating demeanor that is approachable and easy to contend with.

Calvin also tends to get swept up in excitement. When things are working out, he’s known to bounce around, swearing and generally causing a ruckus as he gets pumped. When he nails a passage on the trumpet, his downstairs neighbors will often hear loud stomps and the occasional expletive as he dances around. He’s smart, though he doesn’t ever talk about it, and has a tendency to brush off any compliments concerning school, music, or anything else. Although not a sad person, Calvin isn’t especially happy either. He smiles a lot, but baked in his dopey grin is a drop of sarcasm, a sense that it doesn’t really suit him in his current state. Still, he is far happier than he ever was while in university, and for that he thankfully, if slightly wistful for what could have been. For now, he is resolved on gaining mastery over himself before trying to figure anything else out.

| Place Of Origin |
Atlanta, Georgia.

| Family |

-Mother - Deanna Ibbott – Corporate Lawyer for Coca-Cola
-Father – Lee Ibbott – Stay-at-home dad
-Younger Brother – Dylan Ibbott – Student at Georgia State
-Younger Sister – Ava Ibbott – High School Student

| History |
Calvin led a privileged life in Atlanta. His mother worked as a Lawyer for Coca-Cola, who paid her well enough to allow the rest of the family to live comfortably. He performed admirably in school, and fell in love with the trumpet, making many friends along the way. When he graduated, his school elected him valedictorian as a sort of joke, as Calvin had made it quite clear he wanted nothing to do with it.

Calvin had always dreamed of going to Columbia, and his mother was more than happy to pay for her first-born son to fly and follow his dreams. However, although Calvin had loved playing music when expectations were low and he was the best of his class, performing under the scrutiny of world-class instructors and adjudicators was a withering experience. Music lost its luster, and after a nervous breakdown in Second Year, Calvin dropped out and committed full time to his job at the Shake Shack, which for a while was his only form of social interaction. He continued to practice Trumpet, and became more disciplined than he was at school, and although he enjoys practicing and playing for himself, he has developed a deep aversion to performing in front of others.

Calvin’s family was crushed when he finally told them of his departure from school. Although supportive, Calvin couldn’t bear to look them in the eye, so he slowly disengaged with those he was close to. He has yet to return or visit home, and does not talk with anyone there, as most of his friends had heard that “Calvin wasn’t made to be a musician, or anything really”. The only person he still talks to is his younger sister, Ava, who is in her last year of High School and who he dotes on. The rest of his family is mostly content to leave him be, focusing on their second son who has just got started at Georgia State.

Alan has become comfortable in New York, where most people don’t know him. When someone recognizes him (usually while at work), Calvin is quick to comment that he’s very happy and satisfied with the decisions he’s made. Any further pressing of the issue often ends in Calvin vehemently arguing that he never went to university, a pill far easier to swallow than the blame he places on himself. With little else in life, he focused all his energy into the shake shack, where he is now the assistant manager, something in which he takes immense pride.

| Extra |
Favourite holiday season is Christmas, of course!

Happy Holidays | Christmas With Friends

Heyo! Here he is. I'm going to be going with #45A316 for colour. @HushedWhispers, let me know if there's anything I need to change!

Calvin Parker Ibbott

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Calvin Ibbott

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{" Perfect doesn't exist for people like us, Bartholomew. Passable. That's what I want. Just simply passable. If I could have a passable existence, I think I'd be very grateful. "}
-Matthew Quick, The Good Luck of Right Now

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| Full Name |
Calvin Parker Ibbott

| Nickname |
Ibbs. Calvin hated his name for a few years, and after a brief stint of going by Parker, one of his friends began calling him Ibbs, and it stuck. Over time, Calvin has also become acceptable, but those close to him use Ibbs.

| Birth Date |
March 3rd, 1994

| Age |
22

| Gender |
Male

| Sexuality |
Hetero.

| Relationship Status |
Single. Depending on how things pan out, this may change.

| Wealth |
Middle class.

| In Depth Appearance |
Calvin is a lithe man who has a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. Standing at 5'11" and weighing about 180 pounds, he could be an imposing figure save for his loose posture which often brings him lower. Blessed with a strong metabolism, Calvin is still at the point where he can eat most anything without any major consequences to his body, at least in the short-term. He’s got some muscles, though it’s nothing to marvel at, with no tattoos or piercings on his body. Comfortable, but with a degree of fashion, Calvin wears whites, blacks and greys with the occasional burst of colour on a good day. He does not take many risks in how he looks.

| Habits | Quirks | Oddities |

- Bites his nails and the inside of his lip
- Rolls coins on his knuckles when he’s got a lot on his mind
- Actively rebukes any insinuation that he went to university
- Jumps when excited

| Hobbies |

- Trumpet
- Fantasy Hockey
- Swimming

| Likes |

- Wine
- Playing Trumpet (by himself)
- Fantasy Hockey Leagues
- The Outdoors
- Wynton Marsalis
- Gallows Humour
- Milkshakes
- Parkour

| Dislikes |

- Saxophone
- Tests
- Kids
- Beer
- Computers
- Coca-Cola
- The Metro

| Fears |

- Ridicule
- Radiation

| Personality Traits |

Relaxed – Thankful – Affable – Neurotic - Finicky

| Personality |
As this years have gone by, and things have calmed down, Calvin has become a content and affable person. While New York was at first daunting and scary, he now has adapted, and feels comfortable calling it home. With a decent job and some solid friends, he’s rather happy with himself and his position. Although not wildly sensitive, he can be prickly when questioned about home or university. Calvin takes his work very seriously, but beyond that, finds little reason to worry about other aspects of his life. It has been the doom of many budding and long relationships, as he has difficulties committing or investing in anything after the thousands of dollars blown away at school. Alan is quick to make new friends however, with a relaxed and self-deprecating demeanor that is approachable and easy to contend with.

Calvin also tends to get swept up in excitement. When things are working out, he’s known to bounce around, swearing and generally causing a ruckus as he gets pumped. When he nails a passage on the trumpet, his downstairs neighbors will often hear loud stomps and the occasional expletive as he dances around. He’s smart, though he doesn’t ever talk about it, and has a tendency to brush off any compliments concerning school, music, or anything else. Although not a sad person, Calvin isn’t especially happy either. He smiles a lot, but baked in his dopey grin is a drop of sarcasm, a sense that it doesn’t really suit him in his current state. Still, he is far happier than he ever was while in university, and for that he thankfully, if slightly wistful for what could have been. For now, he is resolved on gaining mastery over himself before trying to figure anything else out.

| Place Of Origin |
Atlanta, Georgia.

| Family |

-Mother - Deanna Ibbott – Corporate Lawyer for Coca-Cola
-Father – Lee Ibbott – Stay-at-home dad
-Younger Brother – Dylan Ibbott – Student at Georgia State
-Younger Sister – Ava Ibbott – High School Student

| History |
Calvin led a privileged life in Atlanta. His mother worked as a Lawyer for Coca-Cola, who paid her well enough to allow the rest of the family to live comfortably. He performed admirably in school, and fell in love with the trumpet, making many friends along the way. When he graduated, his school elected him valedictorian as a sort of joke, as Calvin had made it quite clear he wanted nothing to do with it.

Calvin had always dreamed of going to Columbia, and his mother was more than happy to pay for her first-born son to fly and follow his dreams. However, although Calvin had loved playing music when expectations were low and he was the best of his class, performing under the scrutiny of world-class instructors and adjudicators was a withering experience. Music lost its luster, and after a nervous breakdown in Second Year, Calvin dropped out and committed full time to his job at the Shake Shack, which for a while was his only form of social interaction. He continued to practice Trumpet, and became more disciplined than he was at school, and although he enjoys practicing and playing for himself, he has developed a deep aversion to performing in front of others.

Calvin’s family was crushed when he finally told them of his departure from school. Although supportive, Calvin couldn’t bear to look them in the eye, so he slowly disengaged with those he was close to. He has yet to return or visit home, and does not talk with anyone there, as most of his friends had heard that “Calvin wasn’t made to be a musician, or anything really”. The only person he still talks to is his younger sister, Ava, who is in her last year of High School and who he dotes on. The rest of his family is mostly content to leave him be, focusing on their second son who has just got started at Georgia State.

Alan has become comfortable in New York, where most people don’t know him. When someone recognizes him (usually while at work), Calvin is quick to comment that he’s very happy and satisfied with the decisions he’s made. Any further pressing of the issue often ends in Calvin vehemently arguing that he never went to university, a pill far easier to swallow than the blame he places on himself. With little else in life, he focused all his energy into the shake shack, where he is now the assistant manager, something in which he takes immense pride.

| Extra |
Favourite holiday season is Christmas, of course!

Happy Holidays | Christmas With Friends

I'll be writing up a CS tonight, and it'll be a male character, which should help balance things out a bit! Not sure what colour I'm gonna grab just yet, I'll figure it out tonight.

Edit: Calvin's about half finished, I'll wrap him up tomorrow and we'll be good to go! Thanks for a great CS sheet.

Christmas & Friends RP?

I'm also interested in this RP! Sounds like a fun time!

The Absent King

I'm also sticking around, for whenever we get to come back.

The Absent King

The response Tobias received was not what he had expected. He wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting, and had been half-prepared to merely stand there in silence, but this. This was something else.

“I know, stranger, what tunneled through your lands and sank your nation.”

What? Something was off. He had heard rumours of the elves being involved in the collapse of the Vicenna, but this was. Different. He felt the blood pound in his head. They had “herded” his people. The very use of the term made his fists clench, and for a half a moment he had a mind to hurl an insult towards the elves.

He bit it back before it left his lips. When he spoke, his tone was calm, though hard. “You ‘risked yourselves’ by attacking a village of defenseless people? Forgive me for not dropping on my knees to thank you.” Sarcasm fell from his mouth. “I lost my home for the second time, I can’t say it gets any better.” The elf, after a moment, continued.

These elves had information? Tobias rolled his eyes. The elf was grasping at straws, trying to find help. Tobey had hoped that these people would be of some use-

“The king? The king is here?” Tobias’ eyes widened. How could these elves know about the Aretan king? He looked at the leader, battered and bloody, trying to read him. The elf looked him in the eyes for a moment. There was no pretense there. If the elf was speaking the truth, this was what he had been waiting for. The king of Areta would certainly know something of the Ilingards.

“Why? Why is he here?” Nothing else would come out of his mouth. He was merely trying to digest this new information. Too much had happened in to short a time span for him to process it on the spot. Suddenly the cell yard seemed too small. He began to walk out, only to be stopped by another request from the elf.

“If your good will toward us is true, would you fetch my compatriots and I some water from the trough across the yard?”

He had half a mind to ignore their request, but when he looked upon the state of the prisoners, he couldn’t help but pity them. He nodded, quickly. As he walked, he tried to think. Little came of it.

The water in the trough was warm, but at least seemed clean. Tobias filled one of his canteens and paused for a moment, looking around. Something was off. He couldn’t tell what, but he felt that inexplicable feeling of fate shifting, though he wasn’t sure if it was in his favor.

He walked back to the imprisoned elves, and stuck his arm through the bars, the canteen in his hand. “Here, drink up.” He wouldn’t probe them any further. “Name’s Tobey, if you care.”

The Absent King

I'm posting later today, that should help us out.