Live Together, Die Alone
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Thread Topic: Live Together, Die Alone
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(Before I get to the plot, I won't be active that much, so please work with me on that. I will try to post a response every day though. Exception of the Thanksgiving break coming up ^~^ After that, everyday)
Plot: C1 is a member in a slightly popular band, called The Number One Rejects. Until recently, they have lived a good life and never had to want for anything. C2 is a hard-working citizen, who hopes to make it big one day. While C1 is on tour, they decide to stop by the town that C2 lives in, and things take a turn for the better, when both of them meet at a local coffee shop.
(My Character C1)
Name: Damien Sleestack
Age: 18 almost 19
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: Canadian
Height: 54 (though most people think he is shorter than that)
Weight: 154 lbs.
Health: He is in pretty good shape, the only exception is he has really bad asthma which affects him a lot more that he would hope for.
Assets: He is very good with swords and can be very persuasive. He is also a charmer, so ladies, beware!
Flaws: He cant do hand-to-hand combat. Its never been a specialty to him, and he doesnt think that it will ever be. He is also very soft-spoken and apparently that drives the girls around him wild.
Sexuality: Straight
Gait: He walks like a pretty average person, but he does have a limp where he was attacked by a dog when he was younger
Voice: His voice has a country drawl to it, but he tries to cover it up by sounding as normal as possible, but this doesnt help him at all.
Intelligence: He doesnt think of himself to be very intelligent in any curriculum, but he is very good at fighting and not caring what others thinks. This is why, when he was supposed to be in school, he didnt go.
Temperament: Other than fighting, he is a natural born artist who doesnt want anyone to know about his skills.
Happiness: He isnt that happy anymore, but he used to be. He lost all sense of happiness when his father died.
Attitudes: Damien isnt much for attitudes, but he does act sassy at times.
Self Knowledge: He doesnt like to focus on himself, so he honestly doesnt care.
Unconsious Aspects: He usually bites his lip, or chews on his fingernails.
Habits: When he gets bored he will start to sketch, or even draw on his arm. Most of the time he will smoke a cigarette or two, but he isnt addicted.
Birthplace: Red Oak, Mississippi
Childhood: His childhood wasnt that great. He was born in a town where murder was common and no one cared about anyone else. He also lived in a greedy household, and that didnt make anything better.
Education: Damien never got that much education, because he wanted to learn how to defend himself. The highest education he has, is that of a 9th grader.
Hobbies: He likes to read, practice fighting, draw and on special occasions: sing.
Beliefs: He believes that everyone has a right to some extent.
Values: Some of the values he has: Value of trust-worthiness, and the value of friends and family
Life-Style: He tries to live as modern of a life as possible, but with troubles like he has, its tough
Marital Status: None, at the moment ^~^
Religion: None
Profession: he works as a trainer
Possesions: the only thing that he has, thats of value is a sword that his dad gave him before he died
Wealth: He is relatively poor
Family: None
Friends: He has friends, but some arent that close. He wouldnt consider anyone as his best friend.
Collegues: None
Wants: He wants to avenge his fathers death
Hopes: All of his hopes have been dashed at the seams
Fears: He hates heights and anything hot.
Thoughts: His most frequent thought is how he is going to avenge his father.
Memories: He has none that he wants to remember.
Resentments: That his father died.
Dreams: He has none.
Denials: He tries to deny the fact that his father died. -
Hey, I've never done a soap with you and would love to!
I'm probably going to use a guy, so it would be MxM, if that's alright? :) -
Crikes! I can do a girl, if you want, I didn't see he was straight.
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(I can change his sexuality if you want ^~^ You can make a Male character sheet :3)
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Thank you, oh my! I shall post my character soon!
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( wolflove? make a thread for me in offbeat, I wanna talk and have fun with youuu )
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Name: Nathaniel Bendlin
Nickname: Despises the name Nathaniel, so he prefers to be called Nate or Nathan.
Race: Hispanic and Caucasian
Nationality/Ethnicity: Colombian and Russian
Health: He is relatively healthy physically, but mentally he suffers from a mild form of OCD. He does not like to reveal that fact to other individuals as he finds it to be an undesirable part about him. He has an issue with the amount of times he does things. He has tried a few medicines, but is not fond of how he feels on them, so he typically does not take them no matter how much they are supposed to help.
Assets: He is particularly skilled with computers and technology, but does not spend much time around them. He is fantastic with animals and children, always able to be very gentle and calm when it comes to them. Even his OCD is unable to get in the way of his demeanor around them.
Flaws: He is relatively insecure about himself, but will never admit that to a real person. He usually records his feelings in a journal, which helps him cope. He is also uncoordinated when it comes to dancing, but since he usually avoids things having to do with it, he doesn't mind it.
Sexuality: He hasn't had many relationships, but he is definitely fond of the best of both worlds. (Boy is bisexual).
Gait: He has a very natural walk, despite being uncoordinated in the dancing side of the world. He easily maneuvers through crowds and throngs of people.
Voice: He has an awkward accent due to being both Colombian and Russian. He finds himself slurring words that are difficult to string together and also has a bit of difficulty saying peculiar words.
Intelligence: He has always been a very good student, studying dilligently and earning beautiful grades. He typically earns a 4.0 GPA, no matter how difficult the class. He always finds time to study and earn the best possible grade he can. He has extensive knowledge pertaining to psychology and animals.
Temperament: He is very calm, cool, collected, and somewhat reserved. He hates attention being drawn towards him. He does not grow angry quickly, but when he does, he is very intimidating. When he uses his medicine, he can be veryyyy calm and prefers not to do much.
Happiness: He is fairly content with life and feels nothing more and nothing less.
Attitudes: Due to being so calm most of the time, he hardly catches an attitude with anyone.
Self knowledge: he is aware as to how intelligent he is, but fails to acknowledge himself entirely about his talent.
Unconscious aspects: not so unconscious, but he has his OCD. He also taps his foot and fingers a whole lot.
Habits: His only habits are those that come with his OCD. He also picks scabs, which is somewhat controlled.
Birthplace: He was born in Medillin, Colombia. His parents shortly moved to Meshoppen, Pennsylvania, a small farmlike town that they still reside in.
Childhood: His childhood was relatively great, not too outrageous, not too boring. His family is very loving and compassionate, always providing him with the care he needs, especially when he is having a relatively bad episode pertaining to his OCD. He has always had pets, and currently owns two tabby cats, a jack Russell terrier, a pitbull, and two guinea pigs. He has always been provided with proper clothing, shelter, food, and love.
Education: He has earned a full high school education and it currently enrolled in a few online college classes while having an apprenticeship at a photography studio.
Beliefs: He believes that everyone deserves a second chance, no matter what they have done to screw up in the first place. He has a strong belief that everyone should be able to live as they please as whoever they wish, but if it hurts others, it is a bad lifestyle.
Values: The small things in life, music, animals, the dynamics of people, courage, trust, and love
Lifestyle: He is up to date and prefers to live very quietly, not drawing too much attention to himself and buying things moderately, refusing to overdo anything. He is a simple man and enjoys living on the quiet side. If convinced, he may go out and try to have fun, but it takes a convincing argument and a trustworthy person.
Marital Status: he ain't married or even in a relationship
Religion: though he does not belong to a specific religion, he is spiritual and does look to God in many situations. He writes letters every once in a while, letting them go in certain spots when he feels he absolutely needs to.
Profession: He has an apprenticeship as a photographer in the photography studio far into town.
Possessions: His animals, expensive camera and computer that has special editing software, and many little things around his bedroom.
Family: He lives with his mother and father, and he speaks to some family members on the holidays. They may also visit every now and again.
Friends: He does not have many friends due to how typically sheltered he is.
Colleagues: His only colleagues are those that he works with at the photography studio.
Wants: to become a famous photographer, particularly one for National Geographic or something to do with animals or book covers.
Hopes: He wishes to possibly cope better with his OCD as well as make his way up in the photography ranks.
Fears: He is scared of large crowds, becoming overwhelmed with questions, revealing his OCD to others, and losing his close pets or family.
Thoughts: His thoughts are usually jumbled and dreamy.
Resentments: His OCD
Dreams; Become a famous photographer and own a loving animal shelter
Denials: Don't think he has many -
(Sounds great, would you like to start? ^v^)
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Sure. I'm at school right now, but I will start soon. :)
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The air was a thick, heavy fog, ice cold and suffocating to the point that it was nearly impossible to comfortably breathe in more than four times without being forced into a fit of dry coughing. The raven-haired male adjusted his hands so that they were tucked safely away in the warming, comforting pockets of his fleece jacket. He had just exited the humble abode in which he and his parents resided, the ground covered in a light frost of early morning snow. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, watching as the plumes of his breath tangled one another. His deep hazel eyes laced with light yellow flecks examined the area, a small curl coming to his lips. The male made the quick trek across the crunchy white surface of the snow, hopping into his bruised and beaten Camry. With a click of a key and a swift turn, the engine began to rumble in a sweet yet crackly manner. He hummed gently, turning the radio on and pulling out of the long, winding driveway that led up to the cozy rancher he had previously walked out of.
The roads were slick, almost as though a cow had drawn its tongue along the pavement. He groaned when he was far enough into town that traffic was starting to pick up. Stuck behind a hulking Ford F-250, he mindlessly flipped through the variety of radio stations. They all, unfortunately, had been infested with the familiar tunes of extreme peppy Christmas carols. After enough time attempting to escape the holiday madness, he pounded on the button for the radio, a sigh of relief drawn from his lips as it finally stopped. Though the holidays were a lovely time to be alive in, especially with the loving parents he had, all the music in only the first month of December was enough to make even the jolliest spirit wish to rip their teeth out, one by gruelling one.
As he reached the destination he had been vying for, a small cafe situated next to a rural shopping center, he parked his car in the closest possible spot. He exited the vehicle, instantly shivering once met with the temperature outside. The male touched the door handle of his car four, and nothing more, times. Only for good measure, of course. A variety of multicolored fruits and vegetables were being showcased in the windows of the shopping center, nearly drawing him to saunter to that establishment rather than the cafe. He refrained from doing so, however, recalling that he had set out only for the warm, enticing taste of the hot chocolate served inside of the store. He rubbed his hands together, plodding through the thicker blanket of snow, and entered the store, also sure to touch the handle four quick times as soon as the door closed. A vivacious greeting was shouted from the counter, a bouncy older female with curly blonde locks in a tight ponytail waving her hand excitedly.
"Nathan! Glad to see you here! You haven't been comin' in lately, baby! You alright? John and I missed ya, sweetpea." Nathan's cheeks allowed a light pink hue to take over as he rubbed the back of his neck, which was freezing to the touch. The lady escaped from behind the counter, hurrying over and escorting him to a table. Once he was seated and settled, he swallowed heavily.
"I've been alright, Suzanne. Just been busy with the with the apprenticeship and all. It's a lot for an eighteen year-old. I like to believe I'm fairing well." The woman ruffled his locks, smiling in a motherlike manner.
"That's good, darlin'! And the...urges? Or what do you call 'em?" Nathan cleared his throat, cracking his neck uncomfortably.
"They've been alright, too. Manageable."
"Oh, I hope sweetheart. I'll never forget the day you-"
"Not now, Suzanne." The kind woman chuckled apologetically, offering another stroke of the hair to the boy.
"Alright, kiddo. I'll go get your usual, then?"
"Yes, ma'am. Thank you." He permitted himself to give her an appreciative nod, watching as she walked away. The male peeled off his winter hat and scarf, placing them beside himself directly after his jacket was off. He peered out of the window, contemplating just what the day might offer for him. He jumped slightly when the clink of glass was audible, relieved to find that it was only Suzanne giving him his order. He thanked her and once again, she was off, allowing him to flood himself with dazed thoughts. -
The tour bus was stuffier than a hot sauna, as Damien stepped out from the one bedroom that all five band members shared. For a tour bus, this one was tiny, but since they were just starting out as a band, it worked. Damien ran his hand, through his hair as he sighed. He just wished this wasn't the career that he had chosen, because the fans and the pressure were just to much.
The media didn't help in that manner anyway. They were always up somebody's ass, or sniffing around for the next 'good' story.
As Damien walked around the tour bus, he started looking at the things that him and his friends had collected over the years and smiled. Some of these things were hard to find, and it was a part of them. Then, Damien got hit with a spark of inspiration and smiled. He wrote a note telling the guys that he would be back later.
Damien ran across the street to one of the local coffee shops, smiling. He went to the counter and saw one of the waitresses. "Excuse me, but can I get a jumbo latte?" he said, out of breath and looking around. -
(Sorry it's so short xD)
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(it's okay)
As Nathaniel sipped mindlessly away on his piping hot mug of cocoa, he examined the setting he was in. The place mats had been altered in order to resemble a more festive design. They were red and green striped with strings of stars in each corner. The teenager's lips curled up slightly, amused at the new arrangement. He had known the couple long enough to know that John typically did not mesh into the Christmas spirit until a week before the actual holiday. Suzanne was a lovely woman who knew exactly what she wanted and when she desired it. It only made sense that she would receive her wishes, especially with a caring, considerate husband like the one she had thankfully managed to find.
As he sat swimming in his multitude of thoughts, his attention was stolen by the arrival of another male. He cocked his head in the direction of the main desk, watching as Suzanne nodded her head simply at the man's request. Nathan watched on cautiously, but slowly pulled his focus away for the fear of being noticed by either party.
The lovely woman easily whipped up one of her famous Mumbo Jumbo Lattes, topping it with cream and a light drizzle of caramel. She set the order in front of the man with a face that she deemed unrecognizable. It was uncommon for a customer not to be a regular, so she was sure to be on her best behavior, perhaps to persuade the person to be persistent and continuous in his visits. The woman clasped her hands together joyously, ringing out in a comforting tone the price of the latte, which was $5.39 due to its immense size. She waited patiently, glancing in Nathan's direction every now and again to ensure that he was alright.
And he was. The teenager was only halfway through the decadent chocolate liquid, staring down at the table as though it were an intriguing television program meant to invest him. He was tapping his left foot with a sort of pattern, clicking twice, pausing, pattering once, and pausing once again. It had a bit of a rhythmic tone to it, but it was relatively quiet and hardly noticeable. He kept his ears tuned into the interaction at the counter, however, just in case the newcomer was bad news. -
Damien watch the waitress ring up the latte and swam in his own thoughts. This was a nice coffee place, it seemed comforting, almost like he was at home. As Damien looked at the price of the latte, he nodded and grabbed his wallet from his back pocket. As soon as he brought it out, he grabbed and ten dollar bill and smiled. "You can keep the change." he said, smiling as he took the drink and turned around.
As he was about to walk outside, another customer caught his eye and he paused. Damien looked back at the waitress, quiet unsure of what his next move should be. "Erm, excuse me?" he said, walking back to the counter. "Could you take this to the tour bus that is just right outside? It's the one that says, Number One Rejects on the side." Damien sat the latte on the counter, looking at the waitress as she shook her head and took the drink outside to the other members of the band.
Damien took in a deep breath and wiped his palms on his blue jeans, as he approached the stranger. "Hey, do you mind if I sit here?" he said, flipping his hair to the side and taking a deep breath inward. -
Suzanne allowed a loving, affectionate grin to crawl across her features like a caterpillar along a branch. She nodded gently, exiting from behind the counter with the latte in hand, scurrying off in order to do as the customer asked. She crunched along the sparkling, crystallike layer of snow. As soon as she arrived at the door of the hulking tour bus, she knocked, waiting patiently for a response. The door slid open, a man who appeared to be the driver tilting his head. Suzanne explained the situation, the man thanking her for her favor, and turned. The woman hurried along, cautious so as to avoid slipping, eventually regaining entry into her cafe. She glanced at the close proximity of the boy to her long time friend, raising an eyebrow. She refrained from mentioning anything, heading back behind the counter, taking a seat and scribbling away on merchandise papers.
Nathaniel grew somewhat perplexed when he heard the boy advancing in his direction. He cocked his head in the other male's direction upon hearing the question that had been begged. He examined the boy's appearance for a moment, his heart rate quickening noticeably, something that had not taken place in a long period of time. After swallowing heavily, he slowly nodded, gesturing to the seat across from him. He prayed that his cheeks weren't burning with embarrassment. It had been quite a span of time since he had been taken just by someone's looks, and he was relatively unsure as to why it would be taking place at that very moment. He cleared his throat, waiting for the other boy to join him.
His swirled his hot chocolate around for a few moments, pulling in another sip. A wave of disappointment washed over him as he came to the realization that he was almost depleted of his drink. He also took notice of the fact that he was still tapping away in his skewed little rhythm, which he promptly ceased. The last thing he wanted was to come off as peculiar.
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