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Started December 09, 2018 by Deleted user

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Yeet!//

Yeet?//

Name: Jane Talen
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/her
Sexuality: Pansexual (She doesn't really know the name for it tho, just that she's "open to anything and anyone")
Personality: Speaks quietly and softly but people want to listen. Doesn't like to talk, but likes to sing. She will tell you off if you get too grabby, but in a quiet, threatening way that is still scary. Creative, passionate, knows what she wants, sensitive, very private. Sometimes flirts or just chats with people to get what she wants. She doesn't laugh a lot but her laugh is very pretty. Graceful.
Appearance: Curly, dark brown hair that is in between her chin and her shoulders, pale skin, full lips. Long nose, round face, graceful hands.
Societal Status: Not poor, but she doesn't have a lot of money. Rents a small apartment with her brother and sister.
Other: Likes to play piano and sing. A singer at the Rusty Horseshoe (is that okay?) Usually has a drink or a cigarette nearby.
(Is she okay?)

Yo, can we start?//

I can drop out if you have too many people, who would I play?

I can drop out if you have too many people, who would I play?

(We don’t have too many, I think this is a good amount actually, it’s just whoever you want to play. You know, any character that you have.
And also, yes I’ll go ahead and start)

I can drop out if you have too many people, who would I play?

(We don’t have too many, I think this is a good amount actually, it’s just whoever you want to play. You know, any character that you have.
And also, yes I’ll go ahead and start)

(Also also, that being said, we are in need of some, runt of society, less fortunate in terms of money, characters)

Finn walked into The Rusty Horseshoe, he had just gotten into a several hour long spat with his mother. He needed anything to get his mind off the events prior to now. He sat in a booth off to the side, and sighed, laying his head down on the table and praying that no one recognizes him.

Name: Soter Ashley Rancier
Age: 21 years.
Gender: Male
Pronouns: Him/he
Sexuality: Pansexual
Personality: Soft spoken and calm. Can pass off as a bit shy when he is first met. A dreamer, thoughtful about the things about him. Soulful, artistic. Peaceful and doesn't see the point in agitating other without a cause, though isn’t afraid to put someone back into their place. Doesn’t take great care of himself. Quite extroverted for his calm behavior. Will discretely flirt, though doesn’t know what to do when someone answers. Feels deeply. Protective of the ones he cares about. Almost always tired and lowkey lazy.
Appearance: His hair is an ashy color that he's let grown out for a while, so a few strands tend to fall across his gaze. Messy, undercut style. His eyes are an odd, murkier grey tone, resulting in his appearance looking a bit faded. His skin is a paler tone, with flushed, peachy undertones on his cheekbones, collarbone and shoulders. Flushes quite easily from compliments or anything along that. Light, pale freckles nearly everywhere, with a spray along his nose, collarbone, shoulders and arms. Softer features and though his jawline is chiseled out, it has a rounder, soft slant. 5'9 with lean build and terrible posture.
Societal Status: Quite poor since his family didn't inherit much or had any money to start off with. Though, he manages to find a way to get by. Even for his usually chaotic and hard upbringing, he's a softer person.
Other: He's a struggling artist and musician and will occasionally play at the bar. His name means "redeemer."

(Sorry that this took so long. Is he alright?)

Name: Sebastian Timothy Marcellus
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Pronouns: he/him
Sexuality: Pansexual
Personality: Has grow a tough shell over time, can seem amiable and laid-back at first but has a darker side once you've scratched the surface. Emotionally scarred, very slow to trust, good liar, knows when to be polite. Has difficulty expressing certain emotions, mostly positive ones, isn't a fan of socialization, is very, very layered. Once you get past his darker side, he's a very musical person, some would even call him a dreamer, but only deep inside.
Appearance: Bronzed golden curls, sort of sandy, cut shorter on the side and messier on the top, fair skin with a peachy-pink undertone on his cheeks, nose, shoulders, cheekbones, and knuckles, tawny gold eyes, like caramel, that capture the light and reflect it more than most people’s do. Sort of a far-off, dreamy gaze, pronounced cheekbones, light brown-dirty blonde eyebrows, thick lashes, but ones that aren’t particularly dark. Freckles e v e r y w h e r e, subtle in colour but all over his body, can have a blotchy complexion when very emotional. His face will flush or go pink very easily, especially when he’s flustered, but his face can close very quickly, it's clear that he does not mess around.. Has a lean body, strong but not buff, visible muscles on his arms. A faint crosshatching of golden hair on his arms, has very light thin facial hair when he grows it out but almost always kept it shaved, scarred hands. Tiny nicks and bruises all over his body, clearly lives on the rough side of life, usually covered in some sort of dirt or grime.
Societal Status: Low on the social scale, poor
Other: His little sister went insane when she was six (he was sixteen) and jumped off a bridge. Her death still haunts him. Parents gave up on him early, but were very distant to begin with.

(is he good?)

Tragic backstory!!!!//

eyy

thanks :)

Sebastian's eyes slid sideways towards the young man who had just sat down in the booth nearest to the bar, where he was sitting. Pulling his eyes back to his drink, he sloshed the liquid around a little, doing his best to ignore all the heads he was turning. He knew he wasn't a pretty sight to see, what with his face full of freckles underlined by dark bruises and smudges of grime, bleeding knuckles, and scarred hands,and this was one of many times he wished that his appearance didn't set him apart. If there was no contrast between him and the rest of the city, no one would care about him.

Finn keeps his eyes down as he walks up to the bar, standing close to Sebastian as he orders a drink, he bites his cheek and just picks something off the menu. He tries not to look at Sebastian too hard, but his injuries worry Finn slightly.

Sebastian’s eyes flickered sideways again, his whole body stiffening as the stranger came close. He raised his glass to his chapped lips, taking a sip and training his eyes on the bar top in front of him. He’ll leave soon… relax, it’s not like he’s gping to try and make conversation.

(moooooood)
Jane finished the last line of her song, letting the notes hang in the smoky air. She stepped down from the stage and made her way to a little table, where her cigarette was still burning. She tossed and fluffed at her hair while taking a long drag from her cigarette. She sat on a stool next to the table and looked around the room, watching the commotion.

Finn looks down at his drink and sips it slowly, glancing up at Sebastian, before he can stop himself he lets out a, “I’d hate to see the other guy” he says jokingly, referring to his injuries

Sebastian swore under his breath, forcing a smile onto his face and glancing up at the stranger. "Believe me, the other guy got off much better than I did," he told him, faking a convincing chuckle. "It hurts to breathe."

He nods and then averts his eyes, “ouch…doesn’t sound pleasant” he knew the other person was uncomfortable with his talking to him but he couldn’t help it, it’s rude to ignore people, and being rude did not come easily to him.

Sebastian paused, sensing that the other guy was slightly awkward. After a beat, he cleared his throat. “I’m Sebastian.”

Finn smiles, a perfectly white toothed, Hollywood smile, “Finn, Finn Vera. Pleasure to aquire your acquaintance” he sticks out his hand and then quickly sets it down on the counter, inwardly getting onto himself about being too proper

Sebastian’s eyes flicked down to the hand, which had thankfully been withdrawn. “You too.” He raised his glass to his lips, taking a deep drink. “Do you come here often?”

He shakes his head, “no, not usually. I’ve come here once or twice, but my parents are far from approving of it” he sighs, “what about you?”

He seesawed a hand. “Every now and then. I’m careful, I don’t want to get caught.”