The Timer ღ Yaoi [[Profiles]]

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ღ Do you ever wonder when the moment you meet your true soul mate will be? Wonder no longer! With the use of The Timer you will know the day you are destined to meet your soul mate.The Timer is a small analog device that is attached to your wrist (Warning: You'll only feel a small pinch). Once The Timer has been connected, and so long as your soul mate, where ever they may be, has also received a Timer an analog countdown will begin to the day you two are truly destined to meet. Note: The device does not predict to the second when you will meet your soul mate only til the day of. Once eye contact is made with that special someone a little jingle will ring from your Timer and you two can then be sure; this is the person you were born to be with.

ღ There is the slight chance that your soul mate has yet to receive their own Timer. This new marvel of technology is fresh out of the market and thus is still being widely distributed. However, do not be discourage thousands of Timers are activated every day! So, until that moment your soul mate has their Timer attached, your own will be blank. The second their Timer is received, the count down will begin.

ღ The Timer now comes with a guarantee! With the use of the Timer heart break and divorce shouldn't be a worry! Dating is now a thing of the past. I mean, why date when you can be sure.

ღ Original Rp By: Kittenation
Remade By: xXHarikuXx
Managed Now By: Isin
Modded By: Non-Adult Situation
Graphics By: BlackAceDiamond

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[Isin]

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Blank Timers
Tomohiro “Tommy” Jones
Destin Tyrell Fournier
Nicholas “Nikki” Shepherd
Brandon Raphael Fox
Carmine "Karma" Idris Jaworski
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Timerless
Rajesh Sanjay Deshpande
Colin Isaac Kinsley
Leithan Gaerik Rae
Song Min-ho
Victor Harlow Kinsley
Erskine "Ein" Fearghal
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Ashmayu Mallick
Kaicellus Marqee Boudreaux
Bernard Çelik

Soulmates
Dante Reginold Xavier III x Jaziel Felix
Emil James Hagan x Tulivarian Dresden Falor
Draven Fox aka "Miles Long" x Kyle Grey
Alex Swayze x Neil Briar
Luis Weiss x Yulian Maksim Zalesskaya
Jayden Devon Rickman x Tarik Niu Tieren
Samuel Lewis x Kamden Michael Page
Jaymie Michaels x Araris Isidore Renner
Jonah Elmwood x Devan Jones
Humberto Santiago x Breno Uxío de Araújo

NPCs
Damien Black
Carter Reginald Huddleston
Akiva Altman
Issac Davis
Lelitesania Marian Zalesskaya- Cardenil
Nanami “Mimi” Jones
Ezra Renner
Nicholas Çelik

[Isin]

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↺ I Am The 》Absentminded One ↴

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☇ Full Name; Tomohiro “Tommy” Jones
☇ Age; Twenty Three
☇ Origin; Born in Japan, raised in California
☇ Height; 6’2
☇Weight: 180 lbs
☇Sexuality; Straight
☇Hair Color;Black
☇Eye Color; Dark Blue

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☇ My Life; My American father met my Japanese mother while he was on a company retreat. She was a concierge at his hotel. The two of them hit it off immediately and had a whirlwind romance only to say goodbye when father had to return home. When he returned to Japan on his own dime a month later, that was when they both knew that they were meant for each other. The two got married and my mother came with my father to his home in California. I came along within the next year with a younger brother and sister to follow, respectively. We were a happy family, at least for a little while.

The earliest years of my life were happy ones. My father spent very long hours at work, but we always had my mother at home to care for us. We never wanted for anything. And when father was home, he was eager to pick up the slack of his absence. I remember that he would make blueberry pancakes for us every Saturday morning, without fail. He would teach us to play catch, take us out to movies, we played countless rounds of mini-golf, or we’d go bowling, or ice-skating; father always had some new and fun activity for us and we all idolized him. I think I probably idolized him the most; in some ways I wanted to be him. I was always the most excited to join him at the office and was fascinated by his field of robotics. By the time I was six years old, I knew I wanted to join the same field.

By the time I was seven years old, my halcyon family days were over. My parents had been fighting for some time, for a couple of years even, but as a child I had never noticed. Neither did I notice that my mother had begun spending a large amount of time with a male friend. It never occurred to me to question why her friend only came over when my father wasn’t around or why we children were often sent outside to play before his car would pull into the driveway. I don’t remember if I was ever even told that these visits were meant to be a secret, but what I do remember was that my father once asked me rather innocently what we had done that day. And I made the life-changing decision to answer my father innocently and truthfully, telling him how that was the day I finally said hello to mother’s friend and he seemed nice.

Logically I know that the failure of my parents’ marriage was not my fault, but it was the catalyst that set a messy divorce in motion. They fought bitterly over every inch and every possession, up to and including we children. My mother never tried for custody, being too busy arguing for her right to material possessions, but she did dig her heels in over the visitation rights and alimony. My mother started to become a stranger in this time, morphing into a woman very unlike the one who used to read me bedtime stories. She was bitter and angry, but worst of all, she was absent. Despite arguing for visitation rights, she rarely came for us. And when she did, she made every effort to poison our minds against our father, with no small amount of support from her family.

My parents’ divorce drove me deep within myself; it was difficult for me to reach out to others and make friendships. My father tried to help and, knowing how interested I was in his work, he began to encourage my interests and fuel my education in that direction. I took to it, devouring the knowledge and living only for my learning. Better yet, I was genuinely talented. I was sixteen when I was first hired on with salary by my father’s company. I still had some catch-up work to do in more general studies and my father put my salary into a trust until I was more mature and had completed my education.

Over the years I have made great leaps in my field and even been praised for my innovations, but my personal life has yet to improve. To be fair, I have made no effort to improve it, either. I go from home to office and back again, rarely stepping outside of my routine unless I am pushed to. My father, siblings, and other associates have tried to drag me, kicking and screaming, into being more social with less than desirable results. I am the wallflower at every company function and the few blind dates I have been on were disastrous. I am certain they were all lovely ladies, but I would admittedly become distracted while they were speaking, my mind running through programs, tests, and the like when a gentleman ought to be showing an interest. I never mean to insult them, but if I am frank and honest, I am just not interested in a love life. It’s true that I am a bit lonely at times, but then… I am not entirely convinced that meeting a woman would solve that, anyway.

And yet I have purchased a Timer. I have yet to have it installed, but the purchase is made. I could not help it; how could I resist trying out such a new, cutting edge, and fascinating piece of tech? Can this technology really read something as intangible as the soul and match it to the soul of another? I am fascinated! But I am also terrified.

☇ Personality; I am something of an introvert and easily distracted. I am absentminded at my best. No matter what other topic may be on the table, I am liable to drift back to thinking of my work within moments. That makes it difficult to make and keep friends which does leave me a bit lonely, at times. But I am content as I do absolutely love my work. My work leaves me happy and fulfilled and I could spend endless hours at the office sustained by nothing but coffee.
☇ Likes;
☛ | Clothing in grey or black
☛ | Robotics
☛ | Birds
☛ | Being praised when he does well
☛ | Classical music
☛ | Coffee
☛ | Take-Out
☇Dislikes: Social Events, Blind Dates, The need to sleep
⚠ | Squallor/Untidy things
⚠ | Sudden, loud noises
⚠ | Modern music
⚠ | Small talk
⚠ | Unanswered questions
⚠ | The Outdoors
☇Fears;
⚠ | Falling out of love
⚠ | Actually finding his Soulmate
⚠ | Large Crowds
☇Anything else?;
☛ | I have a habit of playing with my lower lip or my earrings when I am thinking.
☛ | I like dangling, silver earrings and will wear several, but I wear little other jewelry.
☛ | I sometimes talk too much, overcompensating for how nervous I feel.
☛ | Theme song: Kurenai (X-Japan)English

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[Isin]

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↺ I Am The 》Early Retiree ↴

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☇ Full Name; Destin Tyrell Fournier (Formerly Dustin Tyrell Fournier)
☇ Age; 23
☇ Origin; Maine, USA
☇ Height; 5’8
☇Weight: 144lbs
☇Sexuality; homosexual
☇Hair Color; platinum blonde
☇Eye Color; seafoam green

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☇ My Life; I was born to humble beginnings, though my family was far from destitute. My mother is a moderately successful and secluded artist who lived her entire life in Maine and sets all of her stories in the Northeast USA, as a result. My father was a bit of a hustler and always in between jobs when they met; my mother fell in love with his wild stories and the freedom with which he lived. He fell in love with the sweet, innocent recluse that wrote more life than she had lived and hung on his every word. They were married when my mother was already thirty three years old and my father was twenty six. When my mother was thirty five, she gave birth to me. I was born nearly four weeks premature and underdeveloped. Fortunately the hospital was able to stabilize me and recommend a plan of therapy to my parents.

Unfortunately, I was not the only one affected by the difficult circumstances of my birth. My mother was left paralyzed from the waist down after the ordeal which forced my father to settle down and step up. And he did, quite marvelously, for a time. He took classes so that he could work as her home care nurse. My mother paid for his tuition gladly and helped in my care as much as she could, though much of the responsibility fell to my father. Even with my mother’s success, money started to become tight and my parents searched for ways to better their lot. Suing the hospital came first, but the facility was found not at fault and legal fees added to the already looming bills caused a great deal of strain on my parents. It was an act of pure desperation that led my parents to audition me for a role in a television sitcom at the tender age of nine months old. And by some amazing stroke of luck, I won the role. That was when some producer decided that Destin (pronounced des-TEEN) would play better with the audience than my birth name of Dustin.

Raising a child actor brought new stresses into my parents’ lives, but at least the money woes took a back seat. I will never know when it finally became too much or what straw it was that broke the camel’s back, but while my television family was charming the nation with wholesome laughter, my real family was crumbling. My father broke under the stress, perhaps missing his freedom and feeling robbed of his youth, and began sleeping around behind my mother’s back. And my mother found out; it was probably inevitable. There was so much anger, such yelling, and tears… but not a divorce. Not yet. Not while their bank status still depended on their child being perceived a certain way in homes across the country. So my parents seethed under smiles in public and rowed like angry drunks at home. It became a normal part of my life; I was so young when it began that I don’t honestly remember when things were any different. My father was still my mother’s caretaker but he was brusque and not nearly as attentive as he should have been. He was sweet enough to me, though at the time I did not understand why. He even drove me to movie auditions still, when there was time outside of filming the show.

I came to understand father’s motives all too clearly when I was about ten years old and my show was finally cancelled. That was when my father filed for a divorce from my mother. Despite the fact that he was the one to cheat, he argued long and hard on what he was owed and why, even citing my mother’s age and infirmity and claiming that she allowed herself to become pregnant against his will. That was when I first saw the worst side of my father, though my mother shielded me from as much of it as she could. Unfortunately there was no shielding either of us from the press. I came to resent my father greatly for ruining our family and even more so for every dime he was awarded from the divorce. Even at my young age I knew that what he had done was wrong and that I would never forgive him for it.

My mother encouraged me to focus more on my schooling; she promised that our finances were fine and that she would not force me into any more acting just to pay the bills. She knew that the limelight had been stressful for me, especially now with the divorce, and was regretful that she had ever auditioned me. I, on the other hand, saw an opportunity. I wanted even more auditions. I wanted to diversify my talent. I wanted to make even more money. And I wanted to make sure my father could never have another dime of it. Perhaps these ideas were fed to me by my much older colleagues; it does seem strange to me now the thoughts that shaped my childhood. At such a young age, I was not likely to succeed at these large ideas on my own. Fortunately, my mother had the contacts to help. And what her contacts as a writer could not accomplish, their contacts could.

My name languished for a few months, but I was not idle. I was coming up with ideas; I had larger ideas than any ten year old could put into motion, but others could. By the time I auditioned for my next movie role, I was already being talked about again… this time for a new line of children’s fashion that I had released. As I grew older I reached out further still, into beauty products and cosmetics. My brands were successful, but I had already been warned that such successes could be fleeting, so much of my earnings were invested. It was always a gamble, to be certain, but if one remained well-informed the risk was well worth the gain.

My life was not all roses, of course. I worked hard, exhausted myself, spread myself thin shaking hands and smiling for cameras. I fielded desperate calls from my father, attempting to reconcile and never taking no for an answer. I thought I had steeled my heart to him, but it still hurt to be reminded that my worth to him had a dollar sign next to it. As long as my star was rising, he would want me. I had to watch my mother try new, failed romance after failed romance. And I always knew that they would fail. Each one seemed worse yet than my father, almost as though my mother was sabotaging herself. She even married one and that b*****d went as far as to molest me for three years; how I managed to keep that from the tabloids for so long, I will never know. But I did, and by the time it was leaked, I was sixteen and well on my way to not really needing the media’s approval at all. I was finally able to retire, financially independent, by the age of twenty one. Now I pay for my mother’s in home care though I can no longer bear to live near her. I love her, but there are too many regrets between us and too much that we cannot speak openly about. My father will still call from time to time… I eventually learned to take perverse pleasure from stringing him along as he was so clearly doing to me.

But as gratifying to my aching heart as that behavior was, it wasn’t really satisfying for my soul. Hurting my father with money does nothing good and it is put to much better use helping others. To that end, I have dedicated much of my time to advocating for those who have been less fortunate than myself. Last year I moved to Chicago as a part of that effort. Chicago is a beautiful city with a rich history and well deserved accolades that are overshadowed of late by the sort of horrifying statistics that will plague any large city. It seemed to be to be a place in need of new, creative solutions and the best way to get that ball rolling, in my opinion, is to experience the place first-hand.

☇ Personality;
Cold and Calculating: The world has left Destin jaded and he simply does not believe in people any longer. He thinks everyone has some angle and he is ever suspicious of others.
Generous: Despite a heart turned cold and bitter, Destin is a generous philanthropist. In particular he favors charities for the disabled, disadvantaged children, and victims of broken homes and sexual abuse. He still has a soft spot in his heart for those suffering unduly harsh circumstances.
Aloof: Fame has done nothing to make Destin any more fond of people and he will avoid a crowd when he can. He spent his formative years smiling in front of cameras and crying at night; he now prefers to just be alone.
Creative: Even though Destin no longer needs new and creative ways to make money, his mind is still wired to think that way. He can often be found sketching, writing, or crafting some new idea to occupy his hands and mind.
Lonely: Destin chooses to be alone, but he cannot escape being lonely. He’s desperate to find someone he can trust, even as a friend, but he just can’t bring himself to believe in others.
Intelligent: Destin prides himself on knowing a little bit about a lot of things, but more important than just being knowledgeable, he also prides himself on having the intelligence to put that knowledge to good use.
Untrusting: Every social pitfall that Destin falls into leads back to this; he just does not trust anyone.
Trustworthy: With the trust issues he has, it is important to Destin that his own word truly means something when he chooses to give it.

☇ Likes;
His hair: It is his pride and joy and has never been cut.
Deliciously fattening carbs: The best tasting foods, in his opinion, are very, very bad for you. Bring on the pizza, pasta, and chocolate dipped donuts.
Running: And thank god he loves to run or he might regret the pizza, pasta, and chocolate dipped donuts.
His personal trainer: Sometimes just running won’t quite cut it.
☇Dislikes:
Therapists: His mother instilled an irrational distrust of therapists in him at a young age and Destin has been unable to convince himself to actually give therapy a try.
Sitcoms: While he has some fond memories of being in a sitcom, growing up making canned, manufactured humor has robbed him of the ability to enjoy watching it.
Tangled hair and broken combs: Why, dear god, WHY does maintaining such glorious hair have to be so damned difficult?
His personal trainer: That man’s tape measure is clearly broken. And five thirty is an evil time to be awake.
☇Fears;
Unhappy Marriage/Divorce: His parents’ divorce was a defining moment in his life and is the seat of his persistent trust issues. Destin is terrified of love because he is terrified that it will just turn sour.
His Stepfather: Destin has an irrational fear that his stepfather could still reach him to hurt him again. During the three years that he was abused, he had tried several times to find a way out only to have things remain as they were.
Surviving a Suicide attempt: The only thing that has kept Destin from attempting suicide is that he greatly, greatly fears surviving the attempt. He fears winding up crippled and in pain, but alive. He cannot share this fear with his mother, given her condition, and so he has suppressed it as best he can.
☇Anything else?;Did I miss something? Theme song?

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[Isin]

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↺ I Am The 》Film/ Art Student ↴

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☇ Full Name; Nicholas “Nikki” Shepherd
☇ Age; 20 yrs
☇ Origin; New Hampshire, USA
☇ Height; 5’4”
☇Weight: 123 lbs
☇Sexuality; Gay for Pay
☇Hair Color; Blue, looks black in the dark
☇Eye Color; Shifts from steel blue to dark blue

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☇ My Life;
Nicholas grew up in the middle of nowhere, New Hampshire. He was his parents’ second child of three and the only boy. Growing up with two sisters was a little difficult for Nicholas; his rambunctious, boyish tendencies pushed his sisters away. There was some relief in the form of male cousins, but most were older, larger, and rougher than Nicholas and his parents did not often let him play with them. He was always heavily supervised, particularly by his mother. She was a controlling woman and her influence affected the entire family, but she was particularly hard on Nicholas. He would grow frustrated and act out, being disruptive in class, pestering his sisters and generally making a nuisance of himself. While he was never intentionally destructive, he sometimes wound up breaking items as well. His mother would invariably become angry, but rather than shouting or striking him, she would behave passive-aggressively toward him. She would insult him and make snide comments, usually involving a resemblance to his father. Nicholas loved his father dearly, but his mother constantly shamed the man and made Nicholas feel as though he should be ashamed to be so much like him.

While Nicholas clashed with his sisters and often annoyed them, he did care for them and wanted to be close to them. He would try to interest them in the things that interested him. He tried to teach them new games, often letting them win, he always shared any treats he got his hands on, he even tried to join them in playing with dolls… which ended poorly. Even with dolls, it was not really in his nature to calmly play house; every doll was superpowered, or maybe a ninja, or the wife of a powerful dictator, etc., which his sisters only found disruptive. His father would try to mediate, but even in that he was criticized by his wife which usually made Nicholas feel a little guilty. He didn’t want to make problems; he just wanted to play and use his imagination like any other kid.

Nicholas began to mellow out a little as he grew older. He was in no rush to act mature or grow up, and outside of the home he never really did, but at home he wanted to at least try to keep the peace. His nature still got the best of him sometimes, but for the most part he managed. He spent a lot of his time hiding in his room, playing video games and chatting online. When he wasn’t on a console or computer, he liked to draw or write poems. When he was around twelve, he started making short videos to post online, usually of him dancing, trying on new clothes (new to him, at least), showing off his drawings and poetry, or playing a bit of one of his games. His mother resented his staying in his room and he would be cajoled out by his father for at least a little time each day, but he never lingered long. He would still get in trouble, often being punished for disruptive behavior at school, but he was becoming desensitized to it by this point.

Around the time Nicholas reached the eighth grade, he noticed that there was even more distance between himself and his sisters. They had new friends, all females, and they didn’t want him around. That only made Nicholas curious and he would skulk around the mostly older girls; they were primarily friends of his older sister with the youngest as a tagalong. The things he overheard left him disgusted. His older sister was clearly popular and a ringleader for the other girls, a position she used to convince them all that it wasn’t worth doing well in school and going to college when they could just get pregnant and get married. There were certain standards, of course. No one wanted to marry an ugly guy. Nicholas was discovered eavesdropping and was chased off before long, but the overheard conversation stuck with him. Within two years, his older sister was pregnant and proud of it. Even their mother seemed pleased. Their father was less so, but he was all too used to being overruled.

Seeing his mother fawn over his older sister and eventually the baby as well, Nicholas began to realize that he was less and less disgusted and more and more resentful. He couldn’t imagine he’d be encouraged to get some girl pregnant, though in truth that really wasn’t something he even wanted. Nicholas had no desire to be a father at all, certainly not at his age; he wanted to go to college to study film and illustration. But when he revealed his aspirations to his family in his junior year, he was told those were just hobbies and that he should do studies that would net him a real job. He was even told that it was selfish to think of his hobbies when he should be trying to help his sister with her baby. When he pushed, his mother pushed back, making it clear that she would not pay for tuition if he took art courses.

Nicholas backed down. He couldn’t afford college on his own; he wasn’t sure if he could afford it even with his parents’ help. His father was well off enough and performed IT support for a hospital, but his mother no longer worked and they had two other children’s needs to consider, plus those of the baby. He resigned himself to choosing colleges his mother approved of when asked by his counselor for his top three picks, though he entered his own choice as the third, on a whim. Despite Nicholas’ playful and disruptive nature in school, his grades were honestly excellent and two of his picks accepted him. One of those picks was the Art Institute of Chicago.

It was the letter that flipped a switch for Nicholas. Even as his mother was sneering at him for wasting the opportunity to apply to a real college, Nicholas was staring at the slip of paper with the realization that he had to attend. It was one thing to give up on his dream if he was rejected, as he had expected to be, but not when there was actually a chance for him. He packed some clothes and made arrangements with one of his online friends for a place to stay. He was eighteen by this time, so there was little his parents could do about it. He set to work on making his college plans come true; he applied for financial aid, cashed out what meager savings he had from allowances and holidays, and begged and borrowed where he could. He was determined to make it to Chicago if he had to damned well walk there.

Nicholas’ flight was short sighted, but he made it. He took a job at the campus bookstore, but something quickly became obvious to him. His campus job would keep him stocked in ramen, but it wouldn’t make a dent in his student loan or the personal loans from friends. He had to do something or he was going to be the most artistically inclined beggar in Chicago. He asked for advice online and got a myriad of responses, though none he really thought that he could do. But he was desperate and figured it was better to try and fail at a few things while he still had time to try again.

Try and fail he did, but Nicholas eventually landed on two effective ways to make some real money that did not interfere too much with his studies. Neither he would have ever imagined himself doing. The first success was in real estate; there was a bit of risk for a kid that was already in debt, but Nicholas took his shot in the dark and burned a new credit card to close on his first property. It was a struggle, but within two years he managed to move into a three unit home in need of repairs, completely refurbish it, and rent out the extra units. He was finally bringing money in, but he was already so deep into debt that the rent checks alone were not enough. Still, he had determinedly set aside a percentage of his profits and was looking to close on a second property soon. Nicholas’ second success was in online streaming, though not at all the way he had expected. His gaming streams never gained much attention until he made the mistake of creating an OnlyFans page. Suddenly he was receiving a lot more attention and some very strange requests. Older men wanted pictures of his feet, sexy poses, and clips of him whispering into his mic along with other sounds. These requests came with offers of money, of course, and there was nothing strange about money. He was still on the fence about some of the more explicit requests, but his bare feet and a bit of ASMR almost completely erased the rest of his debt and he has begun to really consider going further.

☇ Personality; Nicholas has the playful and youthful demeanor of a boy half his age. He likes to tell lame jokes and is just as satisfied with longsuffering groans as with laughter. Despite his small size, he loves food and fears the day his metabolism finally can’t keep up. He can seem very lazy as he will do nearly anything to avoid getting up from his chair when he is playing his games and he doesn’t like sports. But on the other hand he could play out imaginative mock battles with children in the park for hours. Just beneath the surface. Nicholas battles with feelings of anger, loneliness, and inadequacy but he doesn’t let it show. He wants to always be the life of the party, or at least the class clown.

☇ Likes;
Junk Food. Pizza, burgers, chips, soda, cookies and donuts; bring it on!

Video games, especially anything that he can play with his friends. Fighting games are his favorite, but there isn’t much that he won’t play.

Kids, as long as they aren’t his own. Kids have the same energy he never really let go of and so much imagination. He does his best not to come off as a creepy older guy, with mixed results.

☇Dislikes:
Sports. So boring, and too many rules. If he’s going to play, then he’s going to play his way.

General studies courses. When is he ever going to need Calculus or to know the date the Declaration of Independence was signed?

Passive-aggressive behavior. He would much rather encounter negativity head on than be made to feel worthless by someone who pretends to believe no such thing.

☇Fears;
That he’ll ultimately fail. His art won’t ever really be good enough for him to make it, he’ll make some terrible deal on a house, old men will finally stop asking for pictures of his feet; one way or another, he fails and has to return home to his mother’s criticism.

That he’s finally going to go too far and get kidnapped or killed by one of the internet crazies his grandmother always warned him were lurking in every digital shadow.

Contacting his family. He hasn’t spoken to any of them since he left home and he’s afraid that he just won’t be welcome to, anymore.

☇Anything else?;Did I miss something? Theme song?

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[Isin]

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↺ I Am The 》The Bail Bondsman ↴

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☇ Full Name; Brandon Raphael Fox
☇ Age; 35
☇ Origin; Ashville, North Carolina
☇ Height; 6' 2"
☇Weight: 220
☇Sexuality; In denial/ Bisexual
☇Hair Color; Dark Brown
☇Eye Color; Honey Brown

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☇ My Life; Brandon is a country boy raised in the rolling hills of North Carolina on a large farm with two younger siblings. His childhood was pretty normal. Both of his parents were loving yet hard-working people.

As he entered middle school, Brandon came to find school rather challenging. He barely passed his classes, no matter how much studying he did. His only saving grace was the high school football coach. They took notice of how built he was and asked if he would try out for the team. Brandon was apprehensive at first, but his friends persuaded him to give it a try.

Joining the team came to be the only enjoyable thing about attending school (other than lunch that is), not to mention he was good at it. Brandon's performance started to catch many college recruiters' eyes in his junior year of high school. He was excited at the possibility of playing in the big leagues but was turned off by the idea of more schooling. That said, the recruiters talked him into it, offering him good tutors that would make sure his grades didn't slip. He was thrilled and signed a full-ride scholarship with Clemson University. His family was surprised but overjoyed that their eldest son was heading off to college with a bright future ahead of him.

Brandon did well in his first year of college football. It wasn't long before his name was whispered throughout the school as one of the field's best players. However, his football career ended just as soon as it began. Brandon had injured his leg and was forced to sit out the rest of the season. He was a little depressed by this turn of events but was determined to make the most of it. He poured himself into his studies, spending most of his free time with any tutor to help him. During one of these sessions with an up-and-coming law student, Brandon developed an interest in law. He researched the work of bail bondsmen. He thought the part about hunting people down and keeping the bad guys off the street was pretty cool.

Brandon decided to switch his major to economics. After graduating with his associate's degree, Brandon got an entry-level job working for a 24 hour firm in Asheville. They mostly used him for cleaning up the office. Still, he never stopped asking questions about the work the other employees were doing. After working as a janitor for three years with no advancement, Brandon applied for a bail bondsman job in Chicago. Much to his family's sadness, Brandon packed his bags and headed off to start his new life.

☇ Personality; Brandon is a down-to-earth kind of guy who is friendly to most people he meets. He always wants to give people a helping hand. He believes in treating people how you would like to be treated. He can use humor as a deflation when stressed or nervous. He can sometimes lose himself in a case to the point he can become obsessed. Even going as far as to forget to eat or go home and rest.
☇ Likes;
arrow Comic books
arrow Hunting
arrow Beer
arrow Action Movies
arrow Vintage muscle cars
arrow Bacon
arrow Traveling
arrow Tattoos
☇Dislikes:
emotion_bigvein Cooking (sucks at it)
emotion_bigvein Being talked down to / yelled at
emotion_bigvein Crowed places
emotion_bigvein Being taken advantage of
emotion_bigvein Being lied too

☇Fears; Getting Shot and dyeing on the job, Wasting time on someone who doesn't love him
☇Anything else?;
Brandon has pretty good knowledge on how to fix old cars
He enjoyed the rush of hunting, but not killing an animal, though he treasures the bear claw that his father made him often wearing it under his shirt for good luck."

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☇ Full Name; Carmine "Karma" Idris Jaworski
☇ Age; Twenty
☇ Origin; Las Vegas, NV
☇ Height; 5'9"
☇Weight: 156 lbs
☇Sexuality; Open, but has been predominately Hetero
☇Hair Color; Black
☇Eye Color; Honey Brown

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☇ My Life; Created and born in the hot bed of Sin City herself, Carmine's parents weren't exactly the most responsible pair. Not to say that folks who hailed from Las Vegas were wild, irresponsible party animals, but his parents certainly weren't model citizens. They had no business bringing in a child into the world let alone trying to raise him on their own. Yet when his mother found out she was pregnant with him, she wasted no time locking down the fella who knocked her up. He had fairly deep pockets after all and so long as she kept it hush, hush than he and by proxy his mother would essentially get a free ride through life. Of course the poor sucker that was his father tried to convince her into having an abortion, but she wouldn't have it. Having no other choice his father took care of her prenatal needs under the table lest his current wife find out in a not so nice way. After all his mother was a master at being not so nice.

Between the drinking, occasional drugs and the party lifestyle, Karma had been lucky to have barely reached term instead of miscarrying earlier on (probably much to his father's dismay). While he may have survived the womb, he was born a few weeks premature and faced the trials of FASDs (Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorders) along with acute withdrawal. Naturally he spent some time in the NICU until he was healthy enough to be released. Of course he was given to CPS considering that his mother wasn't exactly fit to raise him. She'd named him Karma for Christ sakes! Among all her other misdeeds during her pregnancy there was no way she was getting him back without some intense rehabilitation.

Karma spent a short time, a month at most, with a foster family until his birth father could be contacted. Which wasn't exactly a welcomed visit being that the man in no way wanted acknowledge, let alone take responsibility of him. At least not until his case worker came knocking at his door. The wife answered of course and that was pretty much the end of that that marriage. Or at least it would have been if his aunt hadn't taken responsibility for him, not wanting the poor innocent boy her brother so recklessly conceived to fall into a questionable system.

After that rough start, things became much steadier for Karma living with his auntie Becca while his dad covered the bills. Though it took a bit of work he grew into the average physical range most boys his age were. Thank his lucky stars. Though he still had his fair share of disabilities that came with FASD's children. Namely in the behavioral and intellectual department. As such he was held back in school at one point and needed special education tutors (especially in math) to meet the standards of the other students. It was like that from primary school all the way through high school and no doubt would need some assistance in college. Though He was going to try to be independent as much as he possibly could be for his college career. Which was why he choose to attend an out of state college instead of being close to home. Plus it made changing his name to Carmine all that much more effective since no one in Chicago would know him by the name his mother christened him with.

Of course his aunt was a little heartbroken to see him leave home, but was proud to see that fragile little boy she took in growing up to be man. Plus he promised to call her once a week with updates and let to let her know how he was handling all the school work. Even his father sent him away with a parting gift, having bought him one of those fancy new timers, so that he could have a better romantic life obviously than he had. Though he was a reluctant figure in his life, his father still had grown to love him and didn't want him making the same mistakes he had. Or at least that's how Carmine took it.

☇ Personality; Carmine is a bit of a socialite, loves to be around people and talk. Some might say he has a rather loud personality or in the very least voice. He's playful maybe even a little flirty and being that he has ADHA, can be rather hyper at times. Not to mention his attention span and memory are also a little faulty in that respect. Nevertheless he works hard to keep up with his fellow students and fit in like any normal young adult. Of course he doesn't always think things through having rather poor reasoning and judgement skills which often gets him in trouble.

☇ Likes;
√ Girls with long hair
√ Sports
√ Snapchat
√ Sweets
√ Afternoon naps
√ Cats and kitties!

☇Dislikes:
x His bed head
x Math tutoring sessions
x Being called by his birth name
x Falling behind in school
x Taking medication
x Being misunderstood

☇Fears;
- Getting sick or falling behind in school and not being able to play sports
- People thinking he's stupid / inferior
- Not being good enough

☇Anything else?; Carmine lives on campus in the school provided dorm. He's an Uber driver in the evenings and weekends in order to make some extra cash.

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