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I am very interested! I cannot wait to watch this develop further.

Footprints In The Snow [Still Accepting!]

Connor Mcclain

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Equipment:
-Clothes: A pair of glasses (Severely near-sighted), a black cap, a black scarf, longjohns, a black sweater with the word "DesCo" Printed in small letters on the left breast, a pair of insulated waterproof overalls, snow boots, and a deep-pocketed grey trenchcoat.

-Items: A diverse kit of small handyman's tools (glasses repair, watch repair, small wrenches, screwdrivers, a miniature ballpein and forked hammer) in a high quality leather pouch as well as a wallet with $50 dollars, a picture, and a cafe's card one stamp away from a free regular-size drink.

Skills:
- Mechanical Engineering (Major): A Career and a hobby that has lead him to being fluent with figuring out and fixing many types of machinery.

Personality:
Connor has a golden heart held in shaky hands. What was once thought as too much daily caffeine was revealed as an almost oppressive amount of anxiety. He could never be the valiant hero because he could never work up the courage to speak to the princess. But, behind the breathy mutters and wide-eyed stutters, there is intelligence and a desperate will to survive. At his best, he is a capable, whatever-it-takes, silent problem-solver. In darker times, he is on the ground with his head in his hands, trying to put pieces back together.

An aquarius (though he doesn't really buy that kind of stuff), an only child, and a widow, Connor both cares and worries for others to an incredible extent. His passion touches not only man, but machine. Anything with moving parts puts a smile on his face. He wonders if it's because these things are easier to understand. Connor fancies the color blue (like the sky before it faded), books over movies, and coffee over tea.

History:
Pre-Ice Age
Connor grew up tall and lean, one more for brains than brawn. He found himself with a scholarship to his state's most esteemed college. There, he met his late wife and graduated with a Masters in Mechanical Engineering as a married man. The Ice Age isn't what took his wife away, It was a car accident on the way out on a date to celebrate being hired to a salary job that would make them -and the children they were talking about having- very comfortable. This was probably when everything started falling apart, including his social competence. He proved not to be everything his company was looking for, and didn't last very long. Then he took up shelter in a little apartment above a quaint antique shop, where he tweaked and tinkered the rustic belongings of the old couple that owned it. He hid there, content and solitary, until the cold forced him out.

Post-Ice Age
After his car couldn't take to the tundra, he left it behind... Except for the battery. That made it's way with him and a large camping pack full of provisions from building to abandoned building. "South" was the word he woke up and fell asleep to. For a while everything made sense. There were times where it seemed there was no one left, and this brought peace in an otherwise terrifying world. After time, even taller buildings were sinking, the supplies has was scavenging grew more scarce, and the world kept growing colder. He lost his pack and rations to animals that, just like him, were trying to survive. He was starting to think some company might not be a bad thing.

And like that, it happened. One day, while beating at a frozen door that lead from a rooftop to what he was hoping was a well-insulated building with endless hot water, he saw a black shapes off in the white distance. Apprehension subsided to survival instinct and he made a large enough racket to get their attention.

Footprints In The Snow [OOC Is Up! Still Accepting!]

I'll play in the snow with you!

Introducing myself without pyrotechnics

Hello, world(s).

You can call me "T". I am an avid roleplayer and college student. Since i'm on the path to an english degree, I figured i would get back into my daily reading and writing habits. It should be fun getting to practice and progress with this community! If there are any other aspiring artists or authors out there, I would love to have some people to relate to. My classroom is a little remote so i miss out on a lot of peers/pals.

I tend to stick to SciFi/fantasy when I'm reading and roleplaying, though i can feel my wings trying to stretch a little wider. I've been playing D&D since v2.5 and I'm going to test out v5 with some friends soon. My current read is House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski while i wait for book 6 of Robert Jordan's "The Wheel of Time" series to arrive from amazon (Don't tell me anything you know!). For hobbies, I tend to embrace any artistic medium i can find, Jacking the trades of stringed instruments (guitar, bass, ukulele, and banjo), Singing/Rapping/Spoken Word, and attacking innocent papers with pencils in attempt to draw something pretty. This is a big reason i could use some other artists/musicians/dreamers to talk to.

Anyways, I hope to see some of you soon! I'll most likely be hanging out in the Casual/Advanced section. Feel free to PM me, to set a game up or complain about being a struggling creator. I'll tell you a joke or two.

Wishing you the best,
T.