VKAllen

Story of Seasons: Greener Pastures (Still looking for Co-GM!)

There's an overabundance of oestrogen! The males are very happy.

Story of Seasons: Greener Pastures (Still looking for Co-GM!)

I assume there's still space here, given that the recent posts are about filling space~

I'm not sure what kind of character to write though. Any particular roles you'd like me to fill?
@Denny

@Rekaigan

We need actual farmers, I think.

Story of Seasons: Greener Pastures (Still looking for Co-GM!)

Any further progressions?

Story of Seasons: Greener Pastures (Still looking for Co-GM!)

Malcolm Freeman

CHARACTER'S NAME

General Info

Name: Malcolm Freeman
Birth Date: Fall 27
Age: 26

Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single (or open for any kind of complication)

Profession: Acting Doctor-in-Practice/Doctor's Assistant/Nurse

Physical Info

Appearance:



A presentable young man whose body is an example of health. Malcolm stands 5' 10" tall, crowned with an overcast night cloud for mane groomed effortlessly; highlighting the lightning that is his bright blue eyes. He is proud of his masculine body that is maintained six out if the seven days thay gave him the physique to tolerate everyday nuisance.

Attire/Style: For a person with the profession that requires precise and calculated diagnosis; it was the same with his attire. Almost always looked like he was headed for some kind of ballroom or formal party; he is always spotted with buttoned, plain coloured and long sleeved shirts with neutral coloured pants and shiny leather shoes. On the occassions where he attends special events or occassions, he is further decorated with a vest and bowtie. Those who are earlybirds may be able to see him in a more relaxed attire, consisting of a T-Shirt or Tank tops with gym shorts and runners.

Mental Info

Personality:
A stoic and surgical man whose interests could be quizzical or a result of indifference. He loves to keep things as direct as it could be and avoid circling around the conventional taboos that other villagers refuse to talk about. "It doesn't just stop the pain of the wound. It disinfects and cauterises it." While he seems as though an unpleasant company... Few fortunate enough to have a close relationship with Malcolm can witness his reverence to virtue, goodwill and the beauty of consequence.

Likes:
Proteins, Milkshake (Bonus Points for Strawberry flavour), Broccoli, Carrot, lettuce, spinach... Exercising, Swimming, Fishing, Meditating, Secretly loves Gardening.

Dislikes:
Anything with a sugar content above 50 grams, dishonesty, tardiness, cucumber, cheddar cheese, old english cheese

History: He doesn't know whether or not his appearance his was mere happenstance or if some kind of benevolent force had destined that Hope Valley were to be his reclusive home. Malcolm Freeman was a city boy who thrived upon convenience and wishful desires-- for both of his parents were wealthy. The grandeurs of overabundance have lead him down a path of inconsequentiality and damnation through inaction as he find himself bored with everything he had wished for.

Despite of this; the end of his highschool years earned him top ranks and marks across his subjects and he was admitted to the most prestigious university in order to become a Doctor.

Then, a vision. Calm green pastures, clear sparkling springs-- colourful landscapes and a breathtaking crisp atmosphere as he saw faces both joyful and happy within a strangely remote island captivated his mind. He felt the earth he had stood on in his dream... Took a whiff of the fresh air it offerred and a taste of the fruit in which its tree produced; he lost the difference between reality and dream.

It was a voice that broke his trance. A gentle, familliar whisper. It whispered to him the beauty and glory that it was and how it yearned for it to be reborn. It whispered of prosperity and adventure that was unfolded. It whispered of love that it wanted to release once more to an island; secretly described to him named Hope Valley. It whispered to him methods that fooled the simple minded yet Malcolm understood before everything returned to the daylight that was his consciousness waking. The whisper was still clear in his mind. It drove him to finally reach Hope Valley-- the dream island he once was given vision of.

Story of Seasons: Greener Pastures (Still looking for Co-GM!)

@VKAllen Malcolm is accepted!

@Denny

Moving him to the character tab now.

Story of Seasons: Greener Pastures (Still looking for Co-GM!)

@Denny My character is complete.

Story of Seasons: Greener Pastures (Still looking for Co-GM!)

Malcolm Freeman

CHARACTER'S NAME

General Info

Name: Malcolm Freeman
Birth Date: Fall 27
Age: 26

Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single (or open for any kind of complication)

Profession: Acting Doctor-in-Practice/Doctor's Assistant/Nurse

Physical Info

Appearance:



A presentable young man whose body is an example of health. Malcolm stands 5' 10" tall, crowned with an overcast night cloud for mane groomed effortlessly; highlighting the lightning that is his bright blue eyes. He is proud of his masculine body that is maintained six out if the seven days thay gave him the physique to tolerate everyday nuisance.

Attire/Style: For a person with the profession that requires precise and calculated diagnosis; it was the same with his attire. Almost always looked like he was headed for some kind of ballroom or formal party; he is always spotted with buttoned, plain coloured and long sleeved shirts with neutral coloured pants and shiny leather shoes. On the occassions where he attends special events or occassions, he is further decorated with a vest and bowtie. Those who are earlybirds may be able to see him in a more relaxed attire, consisting of a T-Shirt or Tank tops with gym shorts and runners.

Mental Info

Personality:
A stoic and surgical man whose interests could be quizzical or a result of indifference. He loves to keep things as direct as it could be and avoid circling around the conventional taboos that other villagers refuse to talk about. "It doesn't just stop the pain of the wound. It disinfects and cauterises it." While he seems as though an unpleasant company... Few fortunate enough to have a close relationship with Malcolm can witness his reverence to virtue, goodwill and the beauty of consequence.

Likes:
Proteins, Milkshake (Bonus Points for Strawberry flavour), Broccoli, Carrot, lettuce, spinach... Exercising, Swimming, Fishing, Meditating, Secretly loves Gardening.

Dislikes:
Anything with a sugar content above 50 grams, dishonesty, tardiness, cucumber, cheddar cheese, old english cheese

History: He doesn't know whether or not his appearance his was mere happenstance or if some kind of benevolent force had destined that Hope Valley were to be his reclusive home. Malcolm Freeman was a city boy who thrived upon convenience and wishful desires-- for both of his parents were wealthy. The grandeurs of overabundance have lead him down a path of inconsequentiality and damnation through inaction as he find himself bored with everything he had wished for.

Despite of this; the end of his highschool years earned him top ranks and marks across his subjects and he was admitted to the most prestigious university in order to become a Doctor.

Then, a vision. Calm green pastures, clear sparkling springs-- colourful landscapes and a breathtaking crisp atmosphere as he saw faces both joyful and happy within a strangely remote island captivated his mind. He felt the earth he had stood on in his dream... Took a whiff of the fresh air it offerred and a taste of the fruit in which its tree produced; he lost the difference between reality and dream.

It was a voice that broke his trance. A gentle, familliar whisper. It whispered to him the beauty and glory that it was and how it yearned for it to be reborn. It whispered of prosperity and adventure that was unfolded. It whispered of love that it wanted to release once more to an island; secretly described to him named Hope Valley. It whispered to him methods that fooled the simple minded yet Malcolm understood before everything returned to the daylight that was his consciousness waking. The whisper was still clear in his mind. It drove him to finally reach Hope Valley-- the dream island he once was given vision of.

Story of Seasons: Greener Pastures (Still looking for Co-GM!)

So far, a lot of females.

Expect a male character in your way.

Fantasy FE/FF-esque RP (0/3 Slots Taken!)

I'll give this the good old attenpt.

Digimon - The Parallel Visage

Vagueness. Such a concept was bewitching. The way it nails into the mind with its rustic chain in the far-off distance which blinds Bart by its shining light. The gaze of Bart was such-- scraping for an image from the dark distance. Whatever meaning it had was too bright to see. It invited him to dance closer towards it. A crawling curiosity that sometimes is too irresistible to simply ignore.
The deafening crack he heard had captivated the attention of the two digital beings; a vision of anxiety and worry as it both gazed to each other in a silent symphony. It was broken by the steadfast motion of PixieMon scattering their devices into the air to which set into motion Bart's quick wits as he crouched his legs slightly and launched himself towards the falling objects in an attempt to take hold of them to no avail. His ascent lacked haste as the other digital being hurriedly gathered them and quickly left the scene before the Pixie itself. His momentum met the earth.
"I-I wish you humans the best of luck. We need to go. Now." Were its last words.
"Heeeyy!!" A useless shout.
He faced the group before; face slightly tattered with dirt and eyes flaring with anger and cheeks puffed with enough air to shout a thousand words within seconds.
"We need to run after them! They've stolen our stuff and scramming!" His fists were clenched-- nails digging into his palms that he clearly ignores despite its slightly irritating feel. "Come on, let's go before they get away!" His once nervous steps became furious. He charged towards the direction of the forest-- attempting to dodge and slip beneath debris that arrived in his wake that simply caused more dirt to accumulate his attire. It didn't stop him from continuing his pursuit.
He had an idea of the direction in which the sound had originated. It tugged deeply into the nail that was lodged inside of his mind and the chain visibly becoming tense. The blinding light also slowly began to become larger.