Zelynity Niami thirty-one ❀ female ❀ team badger captain
After wasting a lot of years getting degrees she eventually discovered she didn't need, Zelynity currently works a few part-time jobs to fill her time and pockets. Most frequently, she works as a private tennis coach and a criminal sketch artist. She gets carried away with crazy ideas easily and frequently makes attempts to drag people with her, especially with so many options at the camp. Arts and crafts, while typically much less interesting, are some of her happiest moments. Even she knows it's sometimes fun to sit back and enjoy the beauties of life. Unfortunately, her competitive nature can get the best of her even at the solemnest of times and she'll wind up defending the honor of her camper's totally more accurate grass. The simple thought of working in an environment where she can help people to see the excitement and simple beauties of life was something Zelynity could simply not let pass her by.
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❖ : she was born to a small family with only one other child ❖ : she spent most of her life exploring and finding the next excitement ❖ : her thrill-seeking obsession has progressed over the years, resulting in her frequently putting herself in dangerous situations ❖ : Zelynity found at a young age that she could easily move rocks and other such minerals around her ❖ : unfortunately for her, her powers have always only been about the equivalent of her own strength ❖ : her flurry of pebbles as a child was pretty unimpressive ❖ : because of this limitation, she's tried to keep herself in decent shape, but typically gets bored with most exercise rituals ❖ : her family never stood out much in her world. her brother is a worthless sloth, and her parents are both simple citizens going along with the minimum required by their rulers ❖ : the second she heard that they would be choosing someone for the gateway games, she started training her hardest ❖ : she pleaded her case to anyone who would listen until they finally just gave in and sent her, mostly to just shut her up ❖ : she is extremely excited to be doing this and cannot wait for all of the excitement that will come with this adventure
❖ : his family dynamic looked as normal as possible from the outside, a young married couple and their darling twin boys ❖ : that's not exactly how it played out on the inside ❖ : Wilder's world has a high violent crime rate, resulting in many deaths ❖ : it never helped that his brother was on the 'wrong' side of this world ❖ : he quickly took it upon himself to try and prevent as many senseless deaths as possible ❖ : using his powers, he's able to knock back offenders, create mini-funnels, levitate himself slightly, or create that perfect wind-blown look ❖ : his own lungs have a lot to do with the force he can create. for example, if he is very winded, he won't be able to do as much as he could in a relaxed state ❖ : levitating himself has always been the hardest, and he restrains from doing it unless he's trying to impress someone ❖ : he was chosen based on displayed capabilities while defending others ❖ : he's looking forward to having his very own special human to protect, even if he's looking at them a tad like a pet
↻WHO __❥__No one currently~_________↻WHERE __❥__Farmer's Market_________↻OOC __❥__first post yayayayay ouo
As excited as she had been to go, Zelynity was never very good at goodbyes. She had already packed the few essentials she absolutely needed, there was nothing else left to do as she waited. A grand adventure such as this had never conveniently fell into her lap before, so determining what would actually be useful and what would probably just weigh her down was a lot harder than she anticipated. Luckily, she had some forewarning and felt fairly well-equipped. There was bound to be something she would regret not bringing with her, but this would just have to do now. She stood silently, simply adjusting the strap of her satchel as she looked over the faces of her family. They could never understand her willingness to throw herself into harm's way, especially in a situation as dire as this. Their life was simple, there had never been anyone from their family to even try to get into the games. Zelynity was trying to stay strong as she looked over their faces, clearly seeing the emotions they had tried to hide during this whole ordeal. This didn't come out of the blue. This was something she had to do.
"Goodbye."
Zelynity didn't realize until she was plummeting through time and space how much she regretted that being her last words to them. There was so much she could've said. That sounded so final. There was the possibility that it was final, but there was also a possibility that it wasn't. She knew that she should be thinking about more important things. Instead, she was contemplating the coolest ways she could've left. Like what if she did a back flip into the portal with a big smile? No, she just had to step through and wave. So generic.
Thankfully her family couldn't see this side of the gate as she plummeted rather ungracefully to a hard surface. Or could they? Was this all publicized? She had been too busy wading through historical data and attempts at training that she never really stepped back to worry about what would be happening back home while she was here. Zelynity quickly righted herself and brushed off. That was certainly not something she had prepared for. Her first reaction to the area, while upright, was to pull her staff out of her satchel and unfold it to its full length. She didn't want to explore completely unarmed. That, and the bent-over human with their own staff made her feel at ease with unfurling her weapon. Staff in hand, she finally took a moment to enjoy the area around her. It was simply breathtaking. She could never have imagined it would be like this. There had been some information of previous games and other explorations out of her world, but she had no idea what it would look like in current times. The archives were rather hazy on accounts of outside lands, considering most people who saw it didn't make it back and those who did didn't really just want to sit around and think about it a lot.
There were so many lights and colors, even more off in the distance. She saw a few humans around her as well and had to stifle the desire to interrogate all of them. Unfortunately, the looks she was getting did not seem too welcoming. Zelynity did take note of their dress, determining that her attire may be a little abnormal. There weren't many people in overly bright colors, even if their streets were adorned with them. Her desire to explore every inch of this place only intensified the more she looked around. She was about to charge down the path and into the heart of the lights when something even better caught her attention: fruit. Amid all of the differences this world had to offer, it was nice to know that she would have some of her home's pride nearby. She knew there was more important things to be doing right now, like finding a keeper or some other friendly crawlers. Even wandering around and getting used to the area would be more beneficial than staying in one spot and looking over fruit, but she wasn't prepared for that right now.
Zelynity eagerly approached the small market stand, only now realizing how much of a toll that hard fall had had on her. There really should've been some forewarning about how hard and painful this was going to be. As she looked over the offerings, she couldn't help but notice the stark absence of some of her favorite fruits. Where was the abalooba? The turnesh? Perhaps most confusing of all was the lack of khrisun. Her family had been khrisun farmers for years. It was such an important staple of everything, how could it just not be here? At first, she thought there was simply a different word for it, but it soon became clear that that wasn't the case. There just wasn't any khrisun.
Zelynity took a slow step back, covering her mouth in horror. This wasn't comforting at all, if anything this was the exact opposite. There was nothing here like home. Everything she knew was gone. She had abandoned it in the sky. As she scooped up whatever a lemon was into her hands, she had to remind herself that this is what she asked for. This was something she had to do.
↻WHO __❥__generally area of Jun, Saber, Midori, and Naira_________↻WHERE __❥__strange wooded area_________↻OOC __❥__Wild WILDER appeared!
With a gentle move of his hand, Wilder whipped up a current that cradled him afloat. He stretched out casually, arms behind his head and ankles crossed as he descended towards the earth below him. As soon as he broke through his own plane of existence into this one, he could see the plethora of lights beckoning him to his new home. His own hometown was much darker though the layout appeared to be quite similar from up here. It was enough to make him wonder if these tall, dense buildings all held their own dark secrets as well. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to remind himself that he had bigger goals here. Sure, running around and protecting his city was fine while he was there, but this was different. Wilder had a larger goal here. He opened his eyes once more, taking another moment to enjoy the surroundings before he would be on the ground. It was so strange to see how expansive it was. It was to be expected, considering he was primarily used to looking up and seeing metal. Obviously, all worlds did not encase their citizens within a dome. That was good to know. After a quick glance down, he could see that it was time to position himself for landing. He swept his arm, creating a buffet of air between him and the ground that he used to carefully step through. It would be disastrous if his entry into this world resulted in a needless injury.
It wasn't until he readjusted his clothing, made sure his blade was safely hidden within, and swept his hair out of the way that he realized the looks he was garnering. Wilder smiled and waved to the citizens before an about-turn towards a busy street. As much as he would like some general reconnaissance, he thought it would be a little more beneficial to wander towards a strong feeling before worrying about information gathering. The first street he started down offered him nothing but sensory overload. Every building had a multitude of signs jutting towards him, none of which he could read. If he managed to survive this, he would definitely have to work to ensure that the next generations of crawlers knew the appropriate languages.
No, instead of something important like that, his helpers taught him basic knowledge they knew of this planet. He had watched hours of footage around what was called "Earth", even once catching a glimpse around this area, even though that had been many, many years before. Armed with that little information, his supporters worked to make him a suitable outfit similar to what the locals had worn. After all, properly blending in was a very important part of getting others to trust him. Much to his surprise, the locals he was encountering now were dressed entirely differently from him. Was it possible that they used knowledge over time on something as unimportant as their clothing? From his own knowledge of his world's history, he knew for certain that while materials may change due to their learned benefits, the style of dress always stayed exactly the same. As he looked around him now, he realized how little he had actually learned from his training. This was never going to work. With each step he took, he was getting, at least, one more eye on him. Some of them lost interest as he continued, but most of them lingered.
Wilder continued on, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. His heart began to race the further he went down this path, causing him to hope he would find something of value in this direction. This horrible first attempt at blending in could not be all for nothing. Just as he was about to turn towards another street he spotted something he simply couldn't ignore. A young woman was walking with some sort of wired device plugged into her, leading him to believe she was of a robotic breed. Perhaps she could provide information that the more organic beings could not. He stepped out of the moving crowd he was in and towards her, now taking note of the device within her hand. That must be her interface device. If he could get close enough, he could probably use that to inquire information directly to her computing core. The ingenious design leading to her head made so much sense now. "Excuse me." He spoke as he neared her to let his presence known.
Amidst the loud surroundings, Wilder assumed it would be normal for someone to not instantly notice they were being spoken to. The inorganic beings of this place must not be as efficient at discerning their surroundings as he was used to. That only became more obvious when this being failed to notice the person nearing ever so quickly on some two-wheeled vehicle. He had to think quickly, stepping in between the two of them and moving his hand carefully to create a strong enough wind to blow the operator off course. In the heat of the moment, the force he created was larger than planned and sent the person and their vehicle flying through the air. When he turned back around to look at his potential comrade, he noticed that the wires were now unattached. There was also some sort of liquid, he initially assumed had to be an oil, leaking from her eye cavities. "Your design is rather peculiar." He reached towards her face, carefully touching the liquid and moving it away as to prevent any damage.
"Th-th-thank you so, so much. I don't know what I was thinking. I'll have to be careful while listening to my music from now on."
Wilder leaned down to look at the device she was shaking towards him. Music? He looked back up at her, realizing now that he had had this all terribly wrong. That was some sort of listening device not used for intelligence at all and this, this was a simple human. "You're very welcome, citizen." He nodded with a simple smile. There was little time to think at this moment, however, as an explosion shook the ground all around him. Acting on instinct, he grabbed the girl and pulled her close to him until he was sure the area was safe. "I must be off." He released her quickly and dashed towards the direction of the sound.
"Wait! Who are you?"
As he neared the rubble, he noticed a faint smell in the air. This was no simple explosion. This had the scent of a crawler, potentially more than one, all over it. He knew there were more important things to do, but he had to pause to take time and check the area for anyone that may have sustained survivable injuries. For those he saw, there was nothing more he could do but move some wreckage to hopefully leave them more comfortable in their final moments. The smell here was faint, but he could sense the direction they had gone. With a last look over the area, he decided it best to continue on before the smell disappeared altogether.
In no time, he found himself slowly approaching a wooded area. The smell was getting stronger and his heart was racing faster. The number of important beings ahead of his was almost overwhelming. He carefully reached within his outerwear to remove his blade. This did not feel right at all. There was blood mixed with the scent of crawlers and keepers. He slowly crept closer, even though he knew that they could sense him as easily as he could sense them. For now, he remained close enough to see general shapes of the people ahead, but hopefully far enough to not draw too much attention.
xxxPersonality: Raiden enjoys keeping to himself. He's often locked up in his house chugging alcohol and playing games. He loves to waste time and does it very often. He never tried too hard at anything. He's never felt it necessary to waste time on the boring things in life when he could be spending it getting wasted. He's very sarcastic, oftentimes inappropriately so.
xxxLikes: Whiskey, staying home, video games, pizza, changing his hair color
xxxSkills: Great hand-eye coordination, laziness, simple card tricks
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xxxFears: Someone being in his house, heights
xxxHabits: Excessive smoking, compulsive eating
xxxCommon Sayings: "Holy s**t."
xxxSecrets:
- Raiden is very insecure about his height
- He beat a Bostonian accent out of himself, but it can occasionally rear its ugly head
- He changes his hair color too much for his own good (literally, some of it has fallen out before because of all the damage)
xxxBackstory: Raiden had a good childhood, spending most of his time with his kid sis and their parents. Their mom was a homemaker and dad was a farmer, so they were both always around. He soon found that he was more interested in partying than schoolwork, eventually leading him to start drinking and smoking. Once he graduated, he quickly moved on to college. There, he spent way too much time partying and mostly paid off random nerds to do his homework for him. Unfortunately, that meant his test scores weren't so great. Somehow, he managed to skirt by the rest of college with no children and only a handful of hangovers. After all, it's impossible to get a hangover if you start drinking as soon as you wake up.
He hesitantly moved back home, finding it incredibly hard to get a job with a degree in Horticulture. Though he'd never admit it, he intentionally chose the major assuming the job market would be nonexistent. He mooched off of his parents for a few years, reluctantly taking jobs and then getting fired and having to take other jobs. It was soon obvious to his parents that he was getting little from living with them. From his viewpoint, the benefits of living with them allowed him to squander all of his money on drinking and video games. Without much input from him, they decided to ship him out to a place where summer never had to stop (and more importantly was far away from them).
xxxPersonality: Lyra is pretty good at getting what she wants, though this particular talent tends to work a little better on men. She's become fairly good at acting like she cares. She's very impatient and won't hesitate to yell at someone if they aren't doing something correctly or fast enough, though she typically doesn't offer any help to move it along faster. She's uninhibited, flirting with whomever she wants and doing whatever she wants in her quest to ultimately get her way. Though it's hard to get her motivated to do something, she'll rarely ever give up once she's decided to do something.This is only exemplified when she's competing with others. In the end, Lyra only thinks about herself. She's often cruel and insensitive, especially if it will gain her the upper hand in some way. She only looks out for numero uno.
xxxLikes: New clothing, parties, nightlife, music (indie rock), junk food
xxxDislikes: Mornings, bad weather, aging, vegetables, being cold
xxxSkills: Perfect nail painting, manipulation,
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xxxFears: Growing old
xxxHabits: Oversleeping, tapping her foot when agitated
xxxCommon Sayings: "No one looks back on their life and remembers the nights they had plenty of sleep."
xxxSecrets:
- Lyra has 12 piercings
- She refers to herself as bisexual if you ask, but it's primarily for show
xxxBackstory: Lyra was somewhat of a hellion all of her life. She learned to express herself quickly, proving to be a handful by pulling her mother's hair and kicking her father anytime he was holding her. Decorative vases, picture frames, anything she could find would topple to the ground and shatter. She caused many fights between her parents as her father blamed her mother for her premature potty mouth. When the time finally came for her to start school, phone calls would ring through the house on almost a daily basis telling her mother about whose nose she had bloodied this time. They tried spanking, they tried grounding, but nothing seemed to help. She was soon forced into weekly family therapy which somewhat helped her relations with the rest of her family.
There was never a real need or a care in her life as far as money was concerned, her father was a successful businessman who already had plenty of money from when his rich parents had passed. She learned to cook, though she only helped when she absolutely had to. As much as her aunt tried to teach her to clean, she almost always refused. The lack of supervision around when her aunt and father had to work gave Lyra the bright idea to start throwing parties at the house. She found herself spending a lot of her mid-teenage years hungover from her father's stash. She managed to make a few friends, but that never really meant all that much to her. Once she graduated, she decided it was time to go to a university away from her family.
Duke has short blonde hair that he typically just runs a comb through quickly in the morning. You will be hard-pressed to ever find him wearing something other than a flannel shirt tucked-in jeans, though he does own a vast amount of flannel shirts in varying colors. Every pair of jeans has a permanent circle marked in his back pocket, and occasionally, his jeans even have holes in them! He has a sweater or two hiding somewhere. Overall, Duke likes to be comfortable and falls back on clothing he's had for years as opposed to newer things that may get thrown at him. He almost always wears some form of boot whether it's cowboy boots or more traditional work boots. He has a piercing in his left ear that he got back in high school. He tries his best to keep up appearances, but sometimes can't help how he looks after work. Long hours working leave his hands worn and rough, and his skin is often tan. Unfortunately, he has some silly-looking tan lines.
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Duke is first and foremost an a**-kisser. He has always enjoyed meeting new people and learning about them, even when he's not focusing entirely on getting ahead in life. He was blessed with a silver tongue and doesn't hesitate to use it to talk to anyone who is willing to listen. He has spent his entire life learning the best ways to flatter different types of people. It has mostly worked up until now, landing him plenty of opportunities that he has turned down simply so he could say he could. For Duke, life is all about gaining new experiences and bragging about them to hopefully gain some more.
While he certainly doesn't mind finding ways to cut corners, he does take pride in working hard and earning rewards based on his own merit. Though he tries his best to hide it, he does take his responsibilities very seriously and worries about disappointing others. He is actually quite worried about others opinions of him, often causing him to go to great lengths to meet ridiculous expectations no one really even had. In worrying about himself, he tends to look outward at others and strongly dislike people who don't seem to care enough or simply get away without caring as much as he feels he has to.
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╰ Duke was born and raised in Aster Falls with his parents and five siblings.
╰ He's the second oldest boy, third oldest child.
╰ His family owns a local ranch.
╰ After his older brother shirked the duties, he gladly took over helping with the ranch.
╰ First of his siblings to graduate high school.
╰ Definitely first to attempt college, even if it was only a few sporadic business classes before dropping out.
╰ Switched roles with his father at the ranch and now runs it himself.
╰ He spends most of the little free time he affords himself fishing.
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╰ Watching sunrises ╰ Tea ╰ Country music ╰ Meeting new people ╰ Poker
╰ Duke thoroughly enjoys whistling and singing, often quite loudly, as he works. ╰ He uses dipping tobacco and almost always has a can in his back pocket and a bottle somewhere nearby to spit in.
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Hair Color: dyed black [naturally red] XXXEye Color: blue XXXBody Type: ectomorph XXXHeight: 5'10"
Ginger began dyeing her hair when she was a teenager and her parents finally caved in. The name they always found cute turned out to be something she despised. She settled on going for a much darker color to distance herself from the joke. Both of her ears are pierced in the traditional places, and she usually wears diamond earrings. The only scar she has is on her chest from a surgery she had when she was much younger. Though she doesn't really have girly tastes in clothing, she does enjoy form-fitting clothes. Ginger opts for jeans and a tank top almost exclusively. Unfortunately for her, her wardrobe is full of dress slacks and blouses mandatory for work. She typically rushes straight home to jump into something more comfortable as soon as she can.
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Ginger thoroughly enjoys meeting new people and getting to talk with them. She rarely thinks before tossing her arms around someone happily. She can usually tell if someone is feeling a little left out and will try her best to bring them into the group. Ginger is very needlessly dramatic. Every situation even slightly negative is the worst thing that has ever happened in the world. At the same time, every situation that is remotely positive is the best thing that has ever happened in the world. Her chronic pessimism certainly doesn't help. She easily notes silly details and mounts them up together until she's sure that something horrible is going to happen. With so many people always around, she quickly learned to be loud to make sure she was heard. That and the fact that she talks so much make a dastardly combo. It just kind of stuck, and it's very rare that she won't speak or laugh a little too loudly. Whisper is certainly not a word in her vocabulary. There haven't been many occasions where she was absolutely required to be quiet, but that doesn't mean it hasn't gotten her into trouble.
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╰ Ginger is the youngest in her family. Because of this, she was spoiled most of her life.
╰ She grew up with two older brothers and plenty of step-siblings and other family members constantly around.
╰ Born with a heart defect known as aortic stenosis.
╰ She underwent a few surgeries in childhood.
╰ Pretty fine now save a few random spells here and there when overly excited.
╰ Thoroughly enjoyed early education, specifically science.
╰ Went to university to continue her education, focusing on chemistry.
╰ Graduated and moved back to Aster Falls.
╰ Currently works as a chemist at the clinic.
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Likes
╰ Spicy food ╰ Talking ╰ Learning ╰ Pop Music ╰ Hockey
╰ Flexibility ╰ Fine motor skills ╰ Lots of (typically useless) science knowledge
Hobbies
╰ Reading ╰ Piccolo playing
Other
╰ Whenever she adjusts the volume on anything, the number has to fall on a multiple of 5. She's never been sure of the reason, but can't even stand to watch someone change it to an "off" number. ╰ Ginger frequently chews on her bottom lip. ╰ Ginger is very insecure about her height and weight.
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Age: thirty-four XXXGender: male XXXZodiac: capricorn XXXOccupation: police officer
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Hair Color: black XXXEye Color: blue XXXBody Type: mesomorph XXXHeight: 6'4"
Claude is tall and muscular. He has broad shoulders and is quite strong. He works out regularly and enjoys a high protein diet to assist in maintaining his muscles. He tries his best to always maintain perfect posture, though he can often be seen resetting his shoulders or crossing his arms. Claude's eyes are light blue, bordering on gray. If you look closely into his right eye, you can see several scars and minor haziness. His brows are almost permanently furrowed. Sometimes he's angry, sometimes he's confused, sometimes he's trying to focus in on something, and sometimes the sun's just in his eyes. Regardless, he tends to almost always look a little angry. He has very dark brown hair that is rather thick, resulting in it appearing black. He's very prone to bed hair and rarely works very hard to fix it. He enjoys keeping himself well-groomed by cutting his hair short and shaving frequently. The only time he ever has facial hair is when his expeditions last longer than expected. Even then, it's quickly shaven off as soon as he finds the time. Claude's choice of dress is typically conservative. He likes to wear dark, dull colors like grays and blues. He can typically be found wearing nice jeans or slacks, button-up shirts (with a couple buttons undone, of course) and usually a dark jacket. On occasion, he'll add a tie. Though the variety of ties he owns are all solid colors, save that one embarrassing tie he has to wear to the family Christmas party every year. Whenever he is working or just out, Claude usually wears his old, black leather oxfords. Otherwise, he has either his hunting boots or what his sister refers to as "old man slippers" on. Claude has never had any desire to have any tattoos or piercings. He wouldn't be completely against the idea of a tattoo; he simply can't settle on a design he'd be comfortable with so permanently. He has a few small scars on the right side of his face that never fully healed. He doesn't like to accessorize, thinking it pointless. This doesn't include his watch, which he is almost never without as punctuality is very important to him. Similar to his sense of style, he rarely uses expressive gestures. He prefers to let the few words he chooses to speak do all of the talking for him.
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Claude is rather withdrawn, preferring to observe from afar. It's not that he is shy at all, he just likes waiting until precise moments to step in and converse. While he's typically very quiet, he won't hesitate to bark out orders or speak his mind. He typically blended into the woodwork within his family, at the older end of the middle of all the children. He always enjoyed being on the sidelines simply observing, so the lack of direct attention never really bothered him. Claude has always been very stubborn and headstrong, usually causing him difficulty if he doesn't trust those he's forced to work with. Needless to say, he doesn't quite play well with others. He typically rushes off recklessly to do whatever he thinks is right. His impatience has gotten him into trouble on occasion. Throughout his life, Claude has remained very duty-driven. In fact, there was a point in his life when he was very low and reminding himself of his duties helped propel him back towards a sense of normalcy. He often keeps a clear list of goals in mind for many different aspects of his life and will work his hardest to achieve them, sometimes at the expense of those around him. Unfortunately, this goal-oriented aspect of him can result in him becoming very single-minded. He can usually find ways to refocus his sights and gain a better perspective, but it can take some time.
In general, he's very gruff, especially towards people he doesn't know. However, he is respectful and stifles his true emotions when around those of higher authority. This isn't to say that he isn't friendly or caring at all. In fact, he can be very nurturing to those who earn his loyalty. Though it's exceedingly difficult to gain his trust, he'll rarely waver once trust has been established. Overall, Claude generally finds it hard to understand exactly what others want. Though he is very observant of his surroundings and things people directly say, he finds it hard to discern what people don't say. Most social cues tend to elude him, leaving him in a ripe position to hurt someone's feelings. Perhaps due to taking care of his younger siblings, he has a bit of a sweet spot for those much younger than him and can expect them to need more protection. In general, he is quick to protect anyone he remotely cares about and often quickly runs to their rescue, often at times when they don't need it and never worrying about his own safety.
Claude is not quick to anger, but he is a force to be reckoned with whenever he is angry. He is fairly self-aware and usually runs off to try and simmer down on his own to protect those around him. It usually takes a long time for him to cool back off, often extending to an entire day. During this time, he will be much more standoffish than normal (which is saying a lot) and avoid most others. Outwardly, it isn't very noticeable to others as he is pretty good at hiding his emotions. Honestly, Claude could go weeks at a time just cooped inside with his dogs if his work would let him.
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╰ Claude was raised by two parents with four siblings.
╰ He was the least socially active and was often tasked with watching his siblings because of it.
╰ He was extremely happy to graduate and run away from his family.
╰ He quickly ran off and joined the military, specifically the Navy.
╰ Trained extensively until he could join the ranks of the SEALs.
╰ It took some time, but he eventually grew to get along well with his squad.
╰ Spent ten of the happiest years of his life serving with them.
╰ During one fateful mission, he let his impatience get the best of him and charged in to check on a comrade.
╰ Saved his fellow squad member but tripped a bomb on the way out.
╰ Shrapnel greatly injured the right side of his face, most notably stabbing through his cornea.
╰ With these injuries, he was disqualified from continuing his career in the military.
╰ Wound up back home for rehabilitation and therapy.
╰ Spent the better part of two years locked away recuperating in his own way.
╰ Finally forced himself back on his feet and started in the closest police academy.
╰ Gratefully accepted a job as a police officer in his hometown of Aster Falls upon completion of training about a year ago.
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╰ Military training ╰ High situation awareness ╰ Marksmanship
Hobbies
╰ Hunting ╰ Camping ╰ Reading
Other
╰ Claude is clinically blind in his right eye, though he can make out vague shapes. ╰ He is a smoker and can get easily irritated when removed from them for too long. ╰ Claude suffers from PTSD. ╰ He has two dogs. A German Shepherd named Winchester Steel, aka Winny, and a Bloodhound named Remington, aka Remy.
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Age: twenty-three XXXGender: male XXXZodiac: libra/scorpio cusp XXXOccupation: landscape architect
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Hair Color: brown XXXEye Color: green XXXBody Type: mesomorph XXXHeight: 6'2"
Quick blurb about your character's appearance. Feel free to add anything you'd like here. Some ideas that can be included here are: hair style, wardrobe choices, distinguishing marks (tattoos, piercings, etc.), posture, body language, or anything else you want to add in relating to their general appearance.
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╰ You have the option of either using bullet points or paragraphs to describe your character's history.
╰ You can include whatever you feel is relevant from their life.
╰ There is no maximum or minimum length for this section.
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Likes
╰ Storms ╰ Pizza ╰ Plants
Dislikes
╰ Confrontation ╰ Pollution ╰ Fish
Personal Skills
╰ Agility ╰ Any personal skills they may have. ╰ Any personal skills they may have.
Hobbies
╰ Football ╰ Gardening
Other
╰ Extra info. You can add anything extra you wish to here or leave it blank. Things such as medical concerns or criminal history, if relevant, should be added here for safety issues. ╰ Adam enjoys volunteering his time to help whoever he can.
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Age: forty-four XXXGender: male XXXZodiac: aries XXXOccupation: safety supervisor for camp dogwood
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Hair Color: gray [used to be blonde] XXXEye Color: blue XXXBody Type: ectomorph XXXHeight: 6'2"
Carter keeps his hair short simply out of convenience, and he probably couldn't point out a comb in a police lineup. There was a time in his life when he was worried about his hair graying, but he has since given up and left his hair be. He often can't find the time to shave, but the annoying itch usually forces him to. Overall, he's very lazy about all aspects of his personal hygiene. He has several tattoos, on his arms and torso, and a few piercings on his ears, most of which his son gave him while learning the trade. His body is also adorned with multiple scars, the origins of which frequently change depending on his mood. Carter tends to slouch, especially while walking. A particularly bad leg injury left him with a gait that is noticeably off.
His wardrobe is full of jeans, hoodies, tees, and a leather jacket or two. Carter wears a large variety of colors, as he is mostly worried about nice fabric rather than what might be on it. He's never been one to "dress his age", finding comfort more important than anyone's opinions of him. He is very fond of hats, often donning a beanie or ball cap of some sort. It is hard to ever find him not wearing sunglasses. He's never worn a tie in his life and doesn't ever plan to. In fact, he doesn't have much in way of traditionally presentable clothing. If the need arises, he'll be found in the corner wearing one of the few pairs of jeans that don't have rips in them and a solid-colored sweater. If he could, he'd wear sandals year-round. Unfortunately, he can't, so he has a few different colors of fluffy moccasins for the winter months.
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It's fairly easy to ruffle Carter's feathers. Despite his best intentions, he lets small annoyances bother him. Thankfully for him, he's always had a knack for suppressing his emotions. So much so that it is practically impossible for anyone who doesn't know him well to determine when he's actually agitated or nervous about something. It's probably not the most healthy defense mechanism, but it's one that he has always leaned on nonetheless. He prefers to keep up a "cool guy" appearance and finds it much easier to just walk off and handle his emotions alone. When he does decide to stay, it's still quite hard to get a read on his exact intentions, as he's prone to sarcasm, teasing, and lots of joking in general. It doesn't help that he finds it difficult to garner interest on most subjects. He has fun competing against others and is typically a good sport. In general, Carter becomes angrier at himself than he does anyone else. He's always been very hard on himself, which has typically helped him push himself further. Even in victory, he tends to reflect and become very critical of his decisions to hopefully achieve a better margin of victory next time. Outwardly, he's a gracious competitor and is eager to compliment and joke with everyone.
His tendency to suppress his feelings extends to fears as well. Carter has always at least tried his hand at any feat that may come before him. In doing so, he's become numb to circumstances that might give others nightmares. His determination and fearlessness greatly helped him in his younger days when he worked as a stuntman. In more recent years, he has primarily used it to best his thrill-seeking daughter. Carter has a hard time worrying about tidying or otherwise keeping up appearances in a cleanly sense. Whenever his wife isn't around to reprimand him for whatever part(s) of him might be stinking, a funk will most likely follow. That isn't to say he's entirely disgusting. It's probably just not a good idea to stand in front of him when he's talking or linger too long when his arms are lifted. Anyone who has a problem with germs should also probably veer away from anything he may have cooked. Any space he occupies alone is typically messy as well. Making a bed when it's just going to be messed up a few hours later has never made sense to him, and clothing is so much easier to find when it's just in a pile right there.
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╰ Born and raised in Boston, MA to a single mom with three boys, two girls, and a lot of wine.
╰ Carter ran off on his own frequently to do whatever he wanted, which primarily included trying to figure out tricks on his bike.
╰ He struggled through school, finding it hard to pay attention. He eventually dropped out of high school as soon as he turned 18.
╰ He packed a bag and jumped on his motorcycle to ride off to Hollywood one day.
╰ After many, many failed auditions and lots of starvation scares, he finally caught a break.
╰ He happily traveled around the country working whatever jobs felt exciting to him.
╰ While staying in a small town for a film, he met a woman at a bar.
╰ The two of them had a whirlwind romance for the couple of months he was there.
╰ He had honestly planned on never looking back after filming wrapped, but the news of a child reached him shortly after.
╰ Their relationship was mostly phone calls, usually angry phone calls. He bought her a fairly nice home closer to his hometown, sent her money whenever he could, and visited on rare occasion.
╰ A few years of this routine went on with Carter continuing work and trying to distance himself from the woman and child.
╰ He displayed a stark lack of restraint during one particular visit that ultimately resulted in him getting another painful phone call a couple months later.
╰ With two children and a woman vying for his attention, his life became a little more stressful.
╰ Carter was still never inclined to give up his own dreams; he simply gave up more of his paychecks.
╰ Several more years passed before he was in an accident on set resulting in several broken bones in his left leg.
╰ He was no longer able to work stunts after this accident, but he did receive a pretty hefty sum in exchange for not suing the company he had been working with at the time.
╰ With hardly anywhere else to go, he showed up on the very doorstep that he had purchased around ten years prior.
╰ After many long discussions, most of which quickly turned into arguments, they finally decided to try and make this thing work for their two kids.
╰ He worked to make up for the time he had lost over the next decade, eventually getting married during that time.
╰ After both kids entered adulthood, he considered going back into the workforce.
╰ He heard of a new TV sh and decided he wanted to be a part of it. He got into contact with a few old friends, pulled some strings, and landed the job as a safety supervisor.
╰ He's visited Aster Falls occasionally during the last month but has only begun staying permanently during the last week.
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Likes
╰ Horses ╰ Spicy food ╰ Pineapples ╰ Cats ╰ His family ╰ Traveling
Dislikes
╰ Wasting time ╰ Cleaning ╰ Coffee ╰ Drama ╰ Swimming ╰ Hospitals
Personal Skills
╰ High pain tolerance ╰ Sarcasm ╰ Great driving skills
Hobbies
╰ Bowling ╰ Motorcycling ╰ Horse riding
Other
╰ He still has some remainders of a Bostonian accent. ╰ Carter has smoked since his teenage years made obvious by frequent coughs.
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╰ Reference
╰ Lucy was born and raised in Aster Falls.
╰ She married at twenty-one once she became pregnant.
╰ Over the years, she continued having kids until she finally stopped after the difficult sixth pregnancy.
╰ She is the mother of Duke Davenport.
╰ She's been a schoolteacher since she was a young adult.
╰ She's been on the city council for many years and thoroughly enjoys spearheading events.
