forum (CLOSED PERM.)Tell me what your character looks like, their aesthetic, likes and dislikes, and I'll pair them with one- or two- of my own Characters

Started July 26, 2020 by @QUABSTIX group

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@Not_So_Polite_Anarchist

I pair Aydin with my characters Odin and June!

Odin is a tall elf with fluffy white hair that's parted to the right and has pool cloudy, green eyes. He is usually seen in casual, yet fashionable, clothing. Odin is a fan of dark green turtle necks, beige coats, baggy black dress pants, and black boots. When hanging out in private with friends, he prefers to just wear plain black sweats. People find him weird and mysterious but, in reality, he is just a people watcher who likes to learn/figure things out for his own sake.
Odin’s favorite subject is mainly history- his own country’s and the one he now resides in- but working with his hands in engineering is a close second. He’s not a very talkative person and is not very strong at making conversation but he will gladly listen to others speak about things that interest him and throw in his every two cents once in a while.

June is short, and fair skinned with curly, strawberry blonde hair, and almond brown eyes. Brown freckles cross over her cheeks and the bridge of her upturned nose. She is pretty lithe, but has the slightest amount of chub on her stomach.June loves to wear soft colored clothing with flowy fabrics. She can usually be found in a thin, loose, long sleeved white top that shows off her shoulders with a blue denim skirt ( that she sown flowers and bees into ) and flat, opened toed, black shoes.
June has a passion for photography and studying the way still figures can mix with the light/shadows to have to effect of movement or something that’s not there at all. She enjoys quiet places and loves to find inspiration for her photography by going to art museums/museums to study and sketch down ideas she comes up with. She hates it when people constantly interrupt her string of thought and will most likely talk for hour to anyone who is willing to listen about her photography and ideas.

I pair Aydin with my characters Odin and June because they all apprentice the beauty of art/history and are very passionate about their crafts!

I imagine Aydin meeting the two while working at they’re museum job. While checking to make sure that nothing has been fiddled with/misplaced, they come across Odin and June standing before an exhibit of 20th century Russian dresses from when the Romanov family finally fell out of power in 1917. ( They notice that June is doing much of the talking, while also sketching something in a book, and Odin listen to her silently.) But Aydin doubted the two knew that much without looking at the displays of information written on a plague hung beside the exhibit. They just guessed they were another couple that thought a ‘museum date’ would be fun but, instead of actually enjoying the history and art, just read the interesting facts made for children to read.
Aydin rolls his eyes at the thought- they’d had the pleasure to experience multiple ‘museum dates’- and, after declaring everything was in order, was about to move on when June calls to them. They expect a mundane question like, where the bathroom was but, instead is met with an onslaught of questions from June about the specific Romanov exhibit- do you know what the fabric is made of? Were the romanov’s killed in these dresses? Who made them?- while Odin casual listens to their conversation without turning his head from studying the dresses. Aydin- concealing his slight surprise- answers the question to the best of his ability. They hesitate to speak every time June starts to hastily sketch stuff down, but learns that she is listen intently and continues on at a normal pace with no stops.
When finished with his answers, June thanks them and strikes up light conversation about her photography- explains that what she was writing down was actually ideas for her next picture- and what it might be. Aydin talks with her for a few minutes and, without thinking too much of it, comments about how couples never usually enjoy dates at the museum. June ceases her talking for a second, but then giggles at the assumption while Odin- finally facing them both- smiles bashfully behind her. Aydin learns that the two had entered the museum separately and on their own accord- Odin came to read the paragraphs of information/enjoy the beautiful and interesting exhibits, while June came to help strike some inspiration for her photography.
Aydin shares the same emotion with June about the couple comment. From then on, the three of them- minus Odin, who only throws in a couple comments here and there- go form display to exhibit talking, chatting, and throwing ideas off each other about which would fit best with what background, color, setting, etc. They make one full loop around the museum to bist each exhibit and- before they know it- all three of them are standing right back at the same display they had met at. It’s a sign to them that their time together will be over soon but, before either June or Aydin can say their goodbyes, Odin wordlessly pulls out his phone offers for the two to enter their numbers into his contacts. This leads to them all swapping numbers, setting funny names, and sending each other a simple ‘hi’ or ‘hey :)’. June is the first one to depart the trio with a big hug and a smile. Once out the door, Odin tells Aydin how much he enjoyed their company today and would really enjoy it if they got together one day to visit another museum across town. Aydin agreed with a smile, shakes Odin’s hand, and then watches the tall man wave himself out of the same door June left earlier.
Aydin is left by theirselves, but that thought doesn’t bother them. They look over at the Romanov display- studying the Russian dress with a squint- and smiles.

Ooo! I really enjoyed doing this one! It’s just the aesthetic and the topic was very fun to work with and- ugh- I just loved it! I hope you enjoyed this trio :)!

Daren
Looks Hair is light brown, shaved on the sides, top about four inches, it falls across his forehead in a side bang like style (I'm not sure how to explain.
His eyes are brown, under them shades of purple, lamenting the sleep he has lost.
His body is overall pretty thin and tall, though he has an average skeleton.
He wears huge shirts (A lot of them broken or dirty, the end trim of the shirt ripped off etc) that only make him seem thinner, he wears tighter jeans with belts, most jeans don't fit him right.
Aesthetic Think of the band the front bottoms, kinda.
West Virginia
Prom Queen (Just switch the pronouns, and it's somewhat about him, though he's Pan (masculine leaning)
Today Is Not Real
Road trips and concerts, dancing to music through headphones in the middle of the night so no one sees, mixing coffee with five hour energy, driving out to the fields just to watch the sunset.
Likes Music, he doesn't just like it. Having friends/being socially successful. Feeling like a skeleton.
Dislikes The way he feels when he's full, thinking about how he'll never get to listen to every good song before he dies. People who treat his little brother like sh*t/People who try to take advantage of his little brother. His body.
Few "fun" facts He hides thing real well. His best friend steals alcohol from their parents and shares it with him. He gets cold a lot. He plays this really dumb game with his best friend, but they both find it awesome. He silently works out at 3am so no one hears him. Makes all the food for him mom and brother, his mom works all day and is tired when she gets home, his brother isn't very good at cooking.

@waffles

I pair Jinsung with my character Cal!

Cal is a umber skinned male with short, black hair in loose curls and chocolate brown eyes. He stands at 172 cm tall with a small shouldered and skinny body. Dark freckles litter his face and body in jumbles. His outfits mostly consist of short white sleeved shirts, multi colored/striped jackets that he never buttons, high waisted blue jeans with a black belt, long white socks, and black shoes. He can be very goofy/telling at times but knows how to read a room and get himself out of tough situations.
Cal is absolutely infatuated with conspiracy theory’s and has this child like wonder about him every time he gets into talking about them. He’s not very athletic but, due to his small nature, Cal is great at stealthily moving through crowds/tight spaces. He hates horror movies and drastic changes but finds the freedom to explore/discover new places a fun adventure.
I pair Jinsung with Cal because of their loyal chemistry and curiosity to each other’s strengths!

I imagine Jinsung meeting Cal when trying to break out of a secret government organizations hideout- because he used his frost powers in public- and escaping together.
While blasting enemies in a secluded hallway with his frost, Cal comes bounding around the corner- enemies shooting guns right on his tail- and plows straight into Jinsung’s back. They both go tumbling down onto the floor, sliding on the frost, and are surrounded by enemies. Jinsung thinks the worst it yet to come when more bad guys holding big taxest and chains force their way to the front of the mob, but is taken by surprise when Cal harshly grabs him around the waist with one arm while pressing the button of a strange device with his other and throwing it into the crowd of enemies in front of them. Sending the men all scrambling to get away from it. The device fall at their feet, beeps one last time before a cloud of dark smoke shoots out from it, and obscures the vision of everyone in the small hallway. This gives the two cornered men a slim chance to escape through the crowd of disoriented enemy soldiers with little, to some, conflict.
Jinsung’s reaction time is slow-but luckily Cal is quick to make up for it by pulling the taller male up to his feet, and booking it through the crowd of soldiers. Jinsung follows in astonishment as Cal’s small, lithe, body is able to basically slip through the hoards of men like water with little to no contact. But, when the shorter male is unable to evade a grab made at him by the enemy, Jinsung immediately goes back into his previous fighting mode and blasts the man’s face with a bunch of frost before throwing a swift kick to the side of his head.
When the two reach the edge of the hoard- taking out the last few trickles of men that try to stop them- Jinsung takes advantage of the last long stretch of unobscured space and frosts the whole ground in front of them. Anticipating the fact that Cal might not be able to react when on ice, Jinsung quickly picks him up bridal style and runs. The sound of men yelling and bodies hitting the frosted ground prove to Jinsung that they are also not in the clear.
Once turning the last corner of the long hallway, Jinsung sets Cal down and both race to escape through one of the windows closest to the ground. To unlock it, Jinsung freezes the glass over while Cal knock it all out with the butt of one of his empty guns- something Jinsung had not been able to see concealed beneath his dark clothes. Unlocking the hatch and pushing out the other window, Jinsung hoists Cal up into the window seal, watches him safely drop down, before pulling himself up onto the ledge and existing the building.
From there on, both non stop run. They pass the boundaries of the enemies base, but keep running until they exit the thick woods they both had been trapped in to come across a long stretch of road with a sign saying they are 6 miles out from the nearest gas station. Having not talked at all during the last few hours of havoc, they sigh simultaneously. They still don’t speak to each other the while they walk down the road- preferring to catch their breathe and think through what just happened- but once reaching the gas station, Cal is the first to crack a joke.
‘Ya know, normally I’d rather punch myself in the stomach than eat a dirty gas station, sub but, since I haven’t eaten a full meal in three days, I’d kill for a one of their stale bread sandwiches right now…how about you?’
Jinsung is confused with Cal’s attitude- they did just escape near death- but laughs at the casual conversation with a big smile.

This one was fun! I enjoy the trope of people meeting while trying to bust out together! Builds character! I hope you liked this pair! :)

Sorry for not being that detailed with my character I loved it so much and i enjoyed reading I already like cal! Everything about it was so good and very detailed.(I gotta admit i did not expect it to be THIS good!)This was lots of fun i might do another one :3 😍

Sorry for not being that detailed with my character I loved it so much and i enjoyed reading I already like cal! Everything about it was so good and very detailed.(I gotta admit i did not expect it to be THIS good!)This was lots of fun i might do another one :3 😍

It’s all good! I had fun figuring out how the character might of acted with the style and aesthetic :)! I’m glad you liked it!

It actually helped me figure out my story and characters more.Before,I didn't really plan it out,so thanks again! :)

Hey I got another, would be really interested to see who this guy get thrown in with! :D
His name is Titan!
He looks like a giant grey humanoid, about 9ft tall. He has blue-white eyes with dark grey sclera and pupils, mottled blue/grey skin, no hair, and a perpetual serious expression.
His aesthetic is a child's playroom, but everything's painted grey and black. The sunlight trickles through the window, and there are kids playing happily with the dark colored toys. There's a safe feeling of being watched, like your mom is washing dishes one room over, keeping half an eye on you. It's just family, no strangers or outsiders, and nothing could possibly go wrong.
He likes his "mom," Payton, his three month old 'sister' Gemma, his kitten Fire, flowers, cats, drawing, playing with his sister and kitten, meeting new people tho he shy and exploring new places.
He dislikes anything that Payton seems upset about or scared of, the people at the lab who made him kill things, threats to his family, being bored, things that are confusing and beyond the grasp of his baby brain, and dogs they scare him.

(Hope I can just jump in without annoying anyone)

So I'm gonna use my girl Wren on this
Name: Wren Coulson

Looks: way too pale, black hair with white parts (which are actually natural, like, they also are on her eyebrows and eyelashes and it looks kinda weird), no pupil, orange irises, yellow sclera, her arms looks like they'made of volcanic rock, same for her legs and the space around her eyes.

Aesthethic: a little bit of a punk, a little bit of a metalhead, an old forgotten emo face with some goth elements, imsomnia and grumpiness, introvert with headphones listening to podcast, playing guitar while singing off tune, ghost hunting, rosaries and dog tag collars, cloudy skies on fall, drinks and irish songs, latin and gaelic, fae blood and witty insults, oversized clothes and things from death relatives.

Likes: videogames, podcast, old tv shows, 00s music, (old and new music, actually but mostly 00s), pasta, coffe, leather jackets, sci-fy movies, cryptids, you get the idea.

Dislikes: crowds, needles, spiders, drama (nah, she's there for it as long as it doesn'get out of hand), her bad health, being a test subject, getting a hangover (she still drinks though), phisical contact (but appreciattes hugs from relatives).

@wetsock

Sorry that this took a while!

I pair Chan with my character Kevin!

Kevin is a pitch, black eyed, little friend that likes to cause mischief! He has very curly blond hair that's shaved at the sides, and hangs into his eyes. He has no nose, and three circular black dots lay beneath each eye.His normal clothing consists of his favorite forest green shirt, pink overalls, and pink boots. With friends in private, he wears blue stretchy shorts and a big graphic t-shirt. Kevin is a wild child, and loves anything fast, bright, and hot! He has a touch of ADHD, but that's what helps fuel his crazy personality.
He loves to pull pranks, and do impressions to get a rye out of people.
Sitting still is not one of his strengths. Trying to feed him any fruit flavored foods besides oranges is pointless- Kevin basically lives and breathes off of caffeine and finds bland food boring. He loves staying up late into the night to go on adventures and has annual baking/cooking nights every Saturday with his best friend, Cody!

I pair Chan with Kevin because of their shared 'mischievous' nature and similar, but unique, personalities!

I imagine Chan meeting Kevin after plans with his neighbor, Himari, fell through. Chan finds himself walking aimlessly around town, browsing the window displays he walks by with little interest, when he notices a short man on the sidewalk ahead of him. He's leaning casually on an old, beat up, Subaru while sucking on an orange coloured slushie. Staring lazily at the window display in front of him, but the slight twinkle in his eyes gives away that he's anticipating something. Chan thinks about turning around and heading back towards his car- he did only put in a few coins for the parking meter, after all, but his boredom and need for something else besides counting his steps out weighs it. Kevin doesn’t acknowledge Chan’s presence until the taller man stops his walking to stand in front of him a few feet from the specific display window the guy Chan has seen him looking at. They’re both silent for a few seconds before Kevin slips the slushies straw out of his mouth. He sluggishly rolls his head to face Chan with a blank face.’You waiting for something? Or do you just like to stare?’. The last bit is made to be flirtatious, but Chan doesn’t bat an eye.’ I could ask the same to you.’ Chan points to the window display- old picture frames stacked to look decent but and utterly boring sight- and nods his head.’What’s so interesting about frames? Are you shopping for your grandma?’. Kevin tries to hide his smirk behind taking a sip of his slushie. He stands up straighter against the car - Chan’s guessing its not his but, possibly, a friend’s - and motions back to the display.’Look closer.’.Chan does and, while he’s searchin, Kevin begins to snicker. And that’s when Chan finally spots it. Hidden amongst the multiple stock images in each frame is a small picture of steve buscemi…the balloon version from phineas and Ferb.
Chan turns back to Kevin- who has a shit eating grin his face- with his lips pursed.’ Is that it?’. Kevin’s smile doesn’t falter. He pushes himself off of the car totally and throws his empty slushie in a nearby trash can.’yeah! Took me hours to sneak every picture individually into the back without anyone noticing!’ Kevin shoves his hands into his jean pockets, admiring his work with bright eyes.’no ones noticed it, besides you, though but, once they do, I bet it’ll be funny as sh*t!’ Kevin turns around and heads to the drivers side of the car. Chan raises a brow ‘you’re not gonna what around for it?’. Kevin opens the door but rests his shoulders on the top of the car.’Nah, It’s not that deep.’ Kevin slips into the drivers seat. ‘ plus, it’s not even one of my best.’. Chan perks up at the sound of that and walks to the passengers side of the car, and looks at Kevin through the window. ‘ What kinda stuff have you done then?’. Kevin halt’s his next move to start the car and then look to Chan with a smirk.’ Stuff…’ He says vaguely, and Chan’s excitement drops a bit. Kevin holds up a finger ‘- and if you wanna see…stuff…how about you hop in with me’. Kevin nods to the empty passengers seat and Chan furrows his brows. Kevin leans closer ‘It’ll be a fun adventure~’. Chan takes the time to think about it for a moment- he looks back at the Steve buscemi’s in the window display- and then hops into the car with a growing smile. ‘ I can spare a few hours..’ He buckles up‘ what are you thinking about?’.
Kevin stares at Chan amused, starts the car, and simply responds with ‘you’ll see.’ then speeds them off on down the road.
I imagine them staying up late into the night- joy riding around the city, chasing/playing with the cows at nearby farm pastures, and blasting obscure meme songs. Around 2:30 am, Kevin claims to be hungery and stops at a nearby gas station/convenience store to grab a snack. They both joke around in the aisles, make faces/hand gestures at the security camera, and grab an assortment of different snacks. Chan goes to scan the slushie flavors but sticks a finger in his mouth, making a gag sound, at the sight of a LEMON FLAVORED slushie. Kevin raises his brows and a mischievous twinkle dances in his eyes. He tells Chan to go pay for the snacks while he… ~ does something ~ and doesn’t move until the taller male turns away.
Chan goes and pays for the snacks without thinking of it as suspicious and then waits for Kevin at the front of the store. When three mi urea goes by and he hasn’t caught sight of the friend, Chan sighs and drags his feet on back to the slushie machine to find him.
On his way, Chan ends up run into Kevin- who’s wiping his hands off with a napkin. He raises a brow and goes to ask what Kevin did, but is silenced by the shorter male until the exits the store and Kevin begins to laugh.
Chan stares at him strangely.’ What did you do?’. Kevin wipes a fake tear from his eye and puts a hand in his left pocket to pull out one of the same Steve buscemi pictures at the window frame shop. He places it in Chan’s hand and walks past him.’ I had a few of these babies left over and…let’s just say the slushie machine is gonna be out of commission for the next few days.’
Chan catch’s is to Kevin and looks at him with faux shock ‘ you do not put these in there?’’ He says is questionably but, when Kevin slides him a knowing smile, Chan knows his answer.
He smiles ‘ That’s so lame, dude’. Kevin shrugs and hops into the drivers seat. ‘ Yeah but, like I said…’ He starts the car while looking at Chan ‘, not one of my best.’

I liked the chemistry, very fun to work with! I hope you enjoyed this pair :)!

I love it so much! I really enjoyed this pair. Thank you :)

Name: Adeline Davies, a baroness in Victorian England
Appearance: pale, dark brown hair that's almost always in a fancy updo or bun, chestnut eyes. As a member of the (lower) nobility, she wears the latest fashions, which mainly consist of enormous skirts (we're talking 1863, one of the peak years for skirt floof levels), but prefers narrower silhouettes for practicality.
Personality/backstory: Her mother died in childbirth and her father never remarried, so she had little female influence and is more masculine than generally acceptable, though still likes to be proper. Her personality is well summed up by this quote from Etiquette & Espionage: "I may have smudges on my face, but I'm still a lady!"
Aesthetic: very much a sort of vintage/Victorian one, perhaps with a bit of Gothic thrown in. Big dresses, old books, cups of tea, silver spoons, pearls, sunlight filtered through curtains, dusty rooms, big framed mirrors, tarnished metal, muted colors, embroidery hoops
Likes: needlework, reading, eating, alone time, her dog, dark blue, routine (to a certain point), her father, a bit of adventure
Dislikes: large gatherings, governesses, impracticality, speaking to strangers, having things decided for her

eye hope kacey gets paired w someone </3

My character is Zip Grayson.

Appearance: Purple hair (with pink streaks in it) swept over to one side of her head. One strand of hair falling down on the un-swept side. She wears dark sunglasses at all times to hide her black and white gradient eyes. Has a really dark skin tone and pointy features. Wears a dark vest with a compression sleeve on her right arm, black leggings, and black and white high tops.

Personality: She's fairly quiet and likes to hang in the shadows. However, Zip is an amazing leader who's good at what she does. She never makes a scene unless necessary, but will also punch you if you insult her friends. She laughs if you insult her.

Aesthetic: Lots of black and white industrial. Like cityscapes and fog, with the occasional magenta neon light. Lots of metal and glass. Cold (if that makes sense??), like you look at a picture and is just like "oh that looks cold, Ima go grab a jacket." Straight lines, but no symmetry.

Likes: Adrenaline rushes, straight black coffee, watching true crime TV shows, spicy (flavorful not hot) food, being the best at anything, the city,

Dislikes: Too much noise, when her shoes are wet, overly sweet food and candy, oversleeping, her nightmares, her "brother," being in somebody's shadow, not getting her own voice, always coming up second

Hi! Don't feel pressured to do mine, especially if you're busy, but I'll leave this here in case you want to :)

VINCENT

Appearance: He is around 5'9 at an average weight, having clearly defined muscles though not super buff or anything. His skin tone is between fair and medium on the fair side. He has olive green monolid eyes, and long wavy golden-blond hair that he often keeps in a high ponytail with a few strands framing his face. His main outfit consists of an athletic black tank top with tan cargo pants and athletic shoes.

Personality: Vincent is both quiet and apathetic most of the time. He doesn't trust easily and believes that hard work is what makes you strong. He has a strong internal longing for change and adventure, not caring much about material possesions. He is desensitized to killing/death, and doesn't let himself worry about the past/future. Aka he BOTTLES his emotions and gets into fights pretty easily. He doesn't look for a fight, but he will rarely back down from one. Despite what his outside demeanor suggests, he cares about others much more than he cares for himself. He is also VERY level-headed and logical-thinking.

Aesthetic: Nature- dirt pathways, evergreen trees, a hot day of hard work, dark bruises, dry throat, gauze, sharp breaths

Likes: Quiet, hard work/working out, adventure, change, drinking, a good spar, meat-based dishes, knitting

Dislikes: Tea, feeling like a situation isn't in his control, disobedience, emotional people, strong emotions in general, sitting around/doing nothing

Extra/sort of backstory: Vincent grew up learning medicine so he is proficient in that area. He works as the chief of his Kingdom's royal guard, having earned the position after his mother died. His medicinal training plus his fighting abilities make him a valuable asset to the guard, although he isn't the best at leading.

I forgot to add this but Vincent also has a huge soft spot for animals, especially rabbits

Alga's about 5'6, grey eyes, freckles, curly light brown hair. She dresses in pastels, I like to put her in light blue and yellow. She hates wearing pants but will if she has to. She prefers flowing blouses and long skirts. She works as an unofficial self taught herbalist in her tiny mountain town and spends most of her time outside. She also hates wearing shoes. She's fascinated by the history of her town and country and feels like there's a lot she doesn't know. She's very sweet and bubbly but a little too trusting and naive.
Hope that's enough!!! This is such a cool idea!

Ooh this seems Interesting!

Name: Rolan Zane Long (Firework)
Appearance: Chinese; lightly muscular build, fair skin, black hair, purple eyes, he is relatively tall, and his clothes are lightly punk inspired, he wears a black jean jacket, a white t-shirt, black jeans, black combat boots, black jewelry, and a black beanie. His power, rocket, also gives him metal bands around his forearms and calves, which he can then shoot out like rockets, though these are usually concealed by his jacket and pants. Additionally, he lost his left hand rocket in a fight after a plan went wrong.
Aesthetic: His aesthetic is like an iron maiden with flowers. He tries to maintain a tough exterior and doesn't look very soft, but in reality he's a big softie who will do whats best to protect his friends however much he may try to deny this. However he is very temperamental so he's like a bomb that is getting carried to a location to protect humanity, but if it's jostled in a weird way it'll just blow up. (I don't know if this analogy makes sense, I just like weird analogies)
Likes: Punching things, his friends, Punk Rock, the colors black and purple, spicy/salty food, weapons
Dislikes: His father (unjustly), being told to "act his age", sweet food, Not having his left hand

I don't know if this makes sense but this is what I have! Hope this is enough

Hm, I wanna try!
Anthony is a genderfluid (mostly female) dragon who has a male and female shapes.

Her female shape has long, flowy crimson red hair and electric blue eyes that glow in the dark, she is quite tan but I don't think I'll call her a POC. She's like 5ft 11in. She has an athletic but not bulky body shape.

His male shape has shoulder-long brown hair, and very cared beard (a la Jesus). His skin, height, eyes and body shape is still the same as the female shape.

She's a literal Queen of a dragon Realm but even though s/he's good-looking, s/he sucks when it comes to relationships, who are always short-lived, guys and gals, give Annie love for quite some time but always leave or somehow the relationship doesn't work. This makes Anthony a being who deeply craves for affection which made her/him into someone who would sleep with anyone who gives him/her the tiniest bit of affection.

character looks like, their aesthetic, likes and dislikes,

Evan has short straight white hair that has a small fade to black on his neck. a bit tanner than pale but not tan enough too pale. 5'8. He has a very soft aesthetic to him, wears a lot of soft boy clothes, sweaters and sweatshirts stuff. he likes animals, doing asl, (American sign language), interacting with people and his dislikes are probably when he sees people being treated unfairly, he despises fighting but if its ply fighting then he doesn't mind. in supernatural universes he has the ability to control sound but it drains him to use to long so he don't like that.
he definitely can tend to be too harsh on himself, very touchy as in he will give lots of touch in wholesome way. partially deaf so he has to read lips and sign :)) easy to get along with.
More quiet and reserved at first meeting but later when he's comfortable very chaotic

You're probably swamped rn, but I just felt like doing this to get to know my character more, take your time :)

Austin has shaggy brown hair that he never deals with and wears baggy clothes, most of which are used. You can typically find him sitting or lying down somewhere looking like he has no bones. He'll usually be eating something to fuel what is probably a sugar addiction.

✧・ﾟ:* Aesthetics *:・ﾟ✧: Rainy days, wilted flowers in his hair, dirt and ash smudged on his face, torn clothes, tired eyes, neon lights reflecting on puddles, rivers in the winter with snow covered banks

Likes: Sugar, animals, his friends and his sister
Dislikes: gods, hot days, vegetables

@kingnocedas

Sorry for the LOOOONNG wait! I hope you enjoy ! :)

I pair kacey with my character Honovi!

Honovi is a 6’2 lean muscled guy with dark mocha skin/eyes, and brown hair that he likes to wear in braids. He can be identified by the single black mole on the left side of his nose. A small amount of facial hair can be seen growing above his medium sized pink lips and along his sharp jaw line. The tops of his forearms are scarred with burn marks from a house fire he was in and unknown deep, scratches array his back. Honovi can usually be found wearing stylish sweaters and jeans that are either a mix of dark clothing or just plain black. When playing sports, his common attire is a grey muscle tee and black adidas shorts. Honovi is a funny and lively guy to be around, but he can also make the people around him really stressed . He loves to adventure by riding his bike or playing some sort of sport/game with his friends! Unfortunately, when Honovi does get really excited or full of adrenaline, he can go a little….koo-koo. His friends have described him as ‘a magnet for death’ at the amount of times Honovi has attempted to do something dangerous or outright crazy. He can really tire people out, but he does have his down moments (as everyone else does.). In his free time, Honovi likes to braid flower crowns and practice playing his flute.

Kacey and Honovi’s faithful encounter occurs on a warm summer evening. The suns just barely set beyond the horizon and has painted the sky in a mix of blue, orange and yellow. Kacey just finished her run and was dotting the sweat off with a towel while waving goodbye to her friends. She hefts her heavy duffel bag higher up on her shoulders with a grunt and stalks closer to her car. The hot cement seeping up through the bottoms of her shoes and burning her feet. It’s uncomfortable enough to make Kacey want to flop down in the grass and rest, but the reward of a cold carton of apple juice sitting in the cooler behind her divers seat pushes her forward.
The sounds of tennis balls hitting the ground get louder and louder as she nears closer to her car. Kacey smiles at the sounds of people playing and laughs at their friendly banter. Her car comes into view- small and blue- parked right beside the tennis courts. She nearly makes a beeline for it, ready to chug her sweet apple juice, but composes herself when she remembers that there are people likely watching her. Kacey calmly walks to her car and, before she opens the door, she looks over at the court to see who is playing.
It’s a group of boys. They all look around her age, maybe a few are older than her, and are in the middle of a heated game. Kacey forgets her want of the apple juice to watch as the match progresses. One of them are professionals- they make a lot of mistakes and seem to just hit wildly- but a few of them would definitely be a challenge to play against.
Kacey watches them play for a few moments, almost ready to hop in her car when- her eyes lock with a pair of mocha browns orbs. She tenses up and grips her bag. It’s one of the tennis players. He’s tall, dark skinned, and dripping with sweat. Kacey swallows and nervously scratches at the back of her neck.
“ What do I do? Do I wave? No, that’s too weird…Do I look away? No! Then I would look like I was ignoring him but-…” Kacey’s thoughts disperse as the sound of the game come back to her. She breaks eyes contact with the strange guy just in time to see the lime colored blue of a tennis ball, coming at full speed, fly straight into the guys face. WHAM! He lets out a small yelp and falls onto his back while cupping his now bleeding nose. Kacey winces in sympathy- knowing exactly what that guy is feeling- and watches with concern as one of his friends hops the net and begins apologizing.
“ I should probably leave….he’s fine…” Kacey turns to her car, hand on the handle, but freezes. She snaps her head back to the court, unknown guilt weighing in her mind.” Is he though?”. Kacey drops her bag and jogs over to the fence. She watches, unnoticed by the posse of males, as they argue back and forth.
“ Why’d you hit it so f*cking hard!?”
“ I said I was sorry!”
“ That still doesn’t change the fact that you hit me in the face! Look! I’m bleeding everywhere!”
“ You weren’t paying attention!”
“ That’s because your ugly face distracted me!”
“ Dude-“
Having enough of the bickering, Kacey decided to speak up. “ Excuse me?” And like that, the fighting ceased. All eyes turned to look at Kacey. Some were confused, but what Kacey noticed was that the injured guys face glowed bright in embarrassment. He turned away from Kacey to hide it. She smiled and leaned on the fence Cooley. “Was just about to leave when I heard all the commotion, you guys alright?”
The injured guys shoulders tensed up at the sound of Kacey’s voice and one of his friends passed himself a side glance before smiling. He patted his friends shoulder and smiled genuinely at Kacey.
“ We’re alright her, miss. My friend here just got a little distracted and missed the ball.”
Kacey tilted her head. “Is he okay?”
“ Yeah, nothing major. Just one helluava bruise. Right, Novi?” The injured guy squeaked out what sounded like a name, and his friend laughed. “ Right.” The friend turned to Kacey and held out his hand. “Forgive me, my names Buck, it’s nice to meet you.” Kacey took Buck’s hand. “Kacey, and it’s nice to meet you too.”
Buck smiled and then gestures to the other men.
He pointed to a guy with Asian features “ This guy right here is Reese.” Reese waved but did not smile. Kacey squinted at him. Buck smirked and waved a hand absently. “Don’t mind him, he’s not much of a talker. This guys name is Marcel-“ He pointed to another guy with pale skin, and when he smiled there was a tooth gap. “ He’s a chatter box.”
Marcel laughed at that and tilted his head to the guy on the ground.” Zat maybe true put I am as quiet as ein mouze combared zu Honoffi!” Kacey wasn’t expecting the thick European accent and barley had time to mask her confusion. Luckily, the attention on her was taken away as…Honofy? Honove? jumped up from his spot on the ground and turned to Marvel with a glare.
“ I am NOT a chatter box! You morons just don’t have anything to say!” Honovi pointed at Marcel and the rest with a ridged finger covered in dry blood from his nose. “ And that makes me interesting.” He crossed his arms firmly.
Buck and Reese Shared a glance. “Your nose is still bleeding.”
Honovi looked over at Kacey and then quickly hid his nose. “ Oh…Uh….” He shyly walked over to the fence, still covering his nose, and stared Kacey in the eyes.”…Hi.”
Kacey blinked.” Hi.” She looked at the trail of blood seeping though Honovi’s fingers and cringed. “ Do you need a towel?…I have some first aid in my car if you-“
“I’m Honovi.” He cut Kacey off, awkwardly extending his clean hand to her while looking away bashfully. Buck rolled his eyes and pulled the other two over to their bench to give the two down ‘quiet time’.
Kacey raised a brow.” Kacey…nice to meet you.” Honovi smiled behind his hand. “You too!…your eyes are really pretty…..” Honovi leaned on the fence, eyes starring at Kacey dreamily. It would of made for a romantic moment…but the blood- that was now dripping down Honovi’s chin- ruined it.
Kacey shook her head and flipped open the latch door beside her and gestured for Honovi to follow. ” Thank you…but I think we should get you cleaned up…don’t you?” Kacey turned her back to Honovi and started walking to her car, not waiting to see if she would be followed.
She made it halfway to her car before the sound of big feet stomping against the ground followed after her. She smiled and got out the first aid.

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Marcel is 5’7 with pale skin, blond hair chopped short and green eyes. He is from Germany and has a thick accent. His chubby cheeks are always lightly dusted in a fine pink blush with a few freckles scattered here and there. He has a gap in his front teeth from lack of braces and a small beard lines his soft jaw line and above his plush rosy pink lips. He doesn’t really like to workout that much, leaving his stomach with a slight pouch, but his liking of wearing puffy jackets and thick sweaters hide that. Marcel is a sweet character who likes science, art, history and talking! He seems to never stop chattering! His constant talking does throw people off, since they can’t seem to get a word in, so you’d have to be pretty patient and or quiet to be his friend. His favorite pass time is gardening and studying the bugs in his soil. He enjoys going to the library and likes to write( mostly about romance.) as a hobby.

Marco and Marcel meet one late evening on September 24th in a local coffee shop. Marco is casually flipping through a book he has already read while his drink sits untouched on the small table beside him. The light chatter of other patrons and soft hums of coffee being made rarely take Marco’s attention away from his book and he appreciates the quiet. He shifts in the cushioned seat and, for the first time, reaches for his drink. A simple coffee with vanilla, cream and sugar. He takes a sip and savors the taste of the moderately hot coffee as it coats his tongue. It’s perfect. The coffee, his book, the quiet….and it’s starting to rain.
Marco turns to look out the coffee shops big display window, and takes in the sight of stormy grey clouds and their first drops of rain that stick to the glass. His shoulders feel light and muscles relax completely as he settles back into the comfortable chair. The anticipation of the next part of his book awaiting him and the calm quiet…:.it’s ruined by the sound of the stores entrance bell chiming.
A man comes in. Fairly shorter than Marco himself and softly built. He’s wearing a grey turtle neck sweater with a puffy leaf green jacket that drips with fresh rain. His dark blue jeans are soaked in scattered places and dry in others while his big brown boots are droopy, wet, and coated in mud.
Marco cringes at the idea of having to clean up the mess- even though it’s not his shop- and tries his best to focus on his book.
The man takes a deep breath, seeming to take in the smell of coffee, and then kicks off his wet boots onto the welcome mat. He places them on the concrete part beside it then strolls up to the counter in nothing but his, surprisingly dry, white socks. He slaps his hand on the marble counter, already scanning the menu for what he wants, and then gives a big gap toothed smile at no one in particular.
Marco side eyes him from his seat next to the window, but doesn’t say anything.

The owner of the shop, who was the one working the register, leaned over the marble counter to look at the muddy boots. He wrinkled his nose. “ Did you walk through a pig pin? Or something? It just started raining.”
The man kept browsing the menu, stepping up on his tippy toes to read the top.” Nein, I vas vorking in mein Karten. I had chust varted it ven it pekan to rain.” He squinted and then pointed to a drink on the menu.
“ I’ll haffe zee fanilla coffee vith zukar und cream, bleaze.” He smiled like a dopey puppy and rested back on to his heels.
The owner smiled warmly and rang up the order.” Still got that thick accent, Marcel? You think it’s ever gonna change?” The register dinged.” That’ll be $1.97.”
Marcel reached into the back of his soaked jeans and pulled out a brown wallet.” Nobe! I’m afraid its here to sday!”. He counted out the right change and placed it in the owners hands. The owner took the money with a smile, counted it out, and then left Marcel at the counter to make his drink.

Marco had already thrown out the idea of finishing his already finished book- the mother did it, big surprise- and continued to listen to the conversation discretely.
He didn’t know why he was listening…it’s just, maybe he finds this “Marcel” guy interesting. Sure, he can barley understand what the guy is saying but…he feels compelled to do it. As if the man was made for him to listen to, and him, only….
Strange.

The owner came back with Marcel’s coffee and a small straw in hand.” Be careful, it’s hot.” He handed over the drink and straw then leaned on the counter while tilting his head.” How is your garden, by the way? Forgot to ask.”

Marcel sipped his drink slowly through the small, red straw and hummed in satisfaction as it went down his throat.
“ Es ist gut.” Marcel brushed back his wet hair with a free hand.” Zee carrots are zo-zo put zee tomatoes are ribening nicely.”
“ Any peppers?”
“Nein, I haffen’t schtarted zem yet.”
“ A shame. My friends been on this weird health kick and, lately, she’s really gotten into peppers.” The owner pushed himself off of the counter and brushed off his apron.” Let me know if you ever do start growing peppers and I’ll give her your number.”
Marcel nodded and took a sip of his drink.”You’ll pe zee first to know.”

The owner smiled.” Thanks, Marcel. I’ll see ya next time.” With that, he walked off into the back.

Marco took a sip of his drink, which was now cold, and sighed with his eyes closed.” Why did I listen?” He asked himself.” What was I so…compelled by? The accent…the subject?” Marco dragged his hands down his frustrated face.” No…it was something else…but what?”
The clearing of a throat brought Marco out of his deep thinking.

He looked to his right and was surprised to see the German man standing beside him. Sipping on his watt try m coffee.
They both stared at each other silently for a few seconds- Marco to confused to speak and Marcel….being Marcel?- until the German man pointed to the seat across from Marco in interest.
Marco squinted his eyes, but nodded.” You can take it.”

Marcel flashed a smile. He made himself at home in the soft chair and sat his drink down right beside Marco’s before settling back into him self.
His green eyes stared calculatingly at Marco, lips pursed in a small smile, and crossed his arms.

“ Hey.” Marcel said, his accent thick and heavier then Marco had heard before.
“ Hello…do you need something?” Marco asked, tilted his head to the side. He closed his book and placed in on the table. Attention fully on the man across from him.

Marcel leaned forward, smiling.” Nein…I chust zought vu vere hinderesding.” He said it so casually, and slow, that Marco could barely understand him.
Not wanting to be rude, he just nodded and acted like he knew what Marcel was talking about.

“Yep.”

Marcel frowned, slightly, and it made Marco’s heart jump. “ Did I do something wrong?”. He leans forward in his seat, closer to Marcel.” I’m sorry, if I did, I couldn’t understand you with your….accent..” It feels strange coming off his tongue, almost harsh, but it’s the truth.

He waits for Marcel’s anger, his offensiveness, but is surprised when the man starts laughing.

Marco watches as Marcel laughs and wipes away a fake tear.” Is zat it, eh? Vell den, I must Habolo-…abologise for not sbeaking clearly.” Marcel settles back in his seat with a soft smile.” It’s ein hapit mein moz- mutter has alvays nagged me apout put…” Marcel stops to take a sip of his coffee “…vu know, mutters are mutters.”
He smirks around his straw as Marco’s shoulders lose their tenseness and sink back in the soft chair.

Marco licks his lips, thinking over what Marcel had said, and gives a small smile.

“Yeah, I understand. My mother was the same way with me.” He turns away bashfully to look out the window.” Apparently I didn’t speak very much…and it worried her.” He looks back at Marcel, who seems to just be jittering with information.

Marco sets himself in a comfortable position and rests his chin in the palm of his hand.” Tell me, Marcel, what was your mother like?”

From there, Marcel opens like a flood gate…and Marco sits, and listens.

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