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 Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 4:11 pm
Character name:
Dorian Côté
Link to journal AND/OR Quest Thread:
Room here!
Describe your character's personality in less than 30 words:
French. Someone always there to talk to, a bit of a d**k, doesn't mince words. Brotherly, listens to women better. Tries really hard to understand.
Does your character have a ship/ OTP?
Does Dorsol (Dory/Solomon bromance) and Daft Punk (Dory/Solia Bromance) and Team d**k (Dory/Nick Complicated) count?
Describe your character if they were a vegetable:
Asparagus. It's hard to say and rare to find. Kind of fancy looking but dude, it's just a vegetable.
What is your character's favourite music/ song/ piece?
He's very eclectic, but he has a soft spot for any band that has good harmony. The song that best explains him is Daniel in the Den by Bastille.
What is your character's hobby, if they had spare time?
He draws a lot, mostly tattoo options, no word of a lie. He also really likes to read - he's currently attempting to read more english - he's getting a better grasp of it. He also really likes swimming.
Is your character more arts, science, or sports inclined?
He's probably a little mixture of sports and arts inclined. He spent most of his schooling on a swimming team, and I mean, have you seen his body?
What type of personality traits does your character gravitate towards?
Calm, warm, inviting people.
What are your character's personality traits (Good ones?)
Loyal, attentive, amiable, personable.
What are your character's personality flaws?
Crass, short-worded, easy to set off, addictive personality, heavily guarded.
What is your character's favourite colour?
Tealish blue, oceany colours.
Describe your character if they were in the opposite faction:
He would be a monster, because he would totally be the most badass merman ever. But, not like little mermaid, more like Hellboy?
What would your character look like as the opposite gender OR 10 years into the future?
He would be one sexy-fine lady, I'll tell you what. He'd probably still be lithe, rockin' some hair dye like crazy. Probably a hot punk chick with nice tatas.
If your character was a Divison Leader how would they teach others?
He probably would be the leader who would teach less, and listen more. He's the kind that would
Who does your character look up to?
Cassandra and Candace.
What is a great weakness of your character?
Cigarettes. His hands too, he won't let anyone see them.
What are their favourite foods?
He really does love Canadian foods, but he really has a sweet tooth. Best part is he can bake, so it's not hard to fix that.
Favourite fashion style?
Literally anything on this tag.
Favourite minipet?
Probably anything Ink/Guardian coloured.
If your character was in a fantasy novel who would they be?
HE WOULD REALLY LIKE TO BE AN ANIMORPH MAN. THAT s**t IS AWESOME.
Describe your character as a mythical creature:
Same answer as what would he be as a student, Merman /o/.
Describe your character as a Disney princess and/ or Villain
He'd be the other other Little Mermaid.
If your character could travel anywhere where would they go?
He's already done enough travelling, I don't know, maybe Australia, because he never got towards that side of the world.
If your character could confess one great secret what would they confess?
He's actually afraid of the dark, it makes him nervous and he doesn't like people knowing this. He's also very afraid of uncontrolled fire.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 5:30 pm
It was so difficult.
Why did it have to be so difficult - why were there so many words that ran through his vision - making him confused and double guess himself. He had spent a fair amount of his monthly pennies buying notebooks to ramble in to. Like a spider's web, he built ideas off others, pages blurring in to other pages, books ruined by questions written between the pages.
He would always get stumped, one way or another, by simple words that he could easily pronounce, but could not read well enough. It made it even harder than he could only do it on his own time, and only sometimes found someone who would help him.
Truly, he felt that if he hadn't had the help of his weapon, he would have been worlds behind already. Justice was always there, willing to help him think out words. They had even gone out to pick up those dumb books kids use to learn to write English during the summer time - spending a few hours here and there reading out loud, (or well, he would, Justice would just chip in, in his head, seeing as she had no vocal chords.) Texting helped too. Ultimately, he could sum it up in one very simple statement, which felt more like an excuse;
Learning was hard.
He felt like a mad man.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 9:07 pm
A long sigh broke the silence of the field as he stood there, alone by himself, bar the long weapon that he held in his hands - a constant friend in his solace.
The difficult part about being suddenly thrusted in to a community of battlers, it appeared, was that most of them came to this new reality with ******** all experience. Sure, there were a few here and there that had a general grasp, but it didn't help that they were coupled up with not-so-random souls.
But, if anything, he couldn't complain much about it - they were given ample support to work towards feeling more confident at what they did. He supposed it made them rather more confident in the bond of a sort that they had created with their other half. He still considered her a bit of an imaginary friend, which he was totally used to.
Hearing a familiar sigh, he looked down at the weighed weapon in his hand. He knew she had already bored of his incidental internal monologue, and going to lift her up, he gave her a little grin, whether or not she could see it.
"Shall we dance?" He asked.
With pleasure, was what he received.
He was okay with this.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 8:35 am
It had started early in his career as a hunter - a meek knock on his door and a request to borrow his bed. Of course, he had honestly offered the option out, so it was not like he ever had room to complain.
So, in a stroke of genius, Dorian had enacted a sleep schedule - a small whiteboard that he enacted so he knew who was borrowing his bed, and visa versa - when someone knew when he was actually trying to sleep. Not that it did anything anyways, sometimes he'd wake up and someone else was invading his bedspace - like Chelsea or Solomon. Of course, he was known to steal one of their beds anyways.
But the list was kind of nice, almost a reminder that the people he was caring for were real and valid - and that he actually had a small niche in such a large island. Looking down the list, he gave a little sigh;
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Nick
Chelsea
Nevada
Nick - Who the ******** keeps using this bed.
Nick
Solomon
...
A small grin creeped up a side of his mouth. He was doing good, even if it meant sometimes he didn't get a lot of sleep.
It was worth it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 9:46 pm
The doodle had been drawn in a moment of deep thought - a stupid little scribble of a superhero that ghost the corner of his most recent notebook. To anyone, it would have been nothing but a stupid doodle, but to him, it was a little piece of home.
A small stab hit him, every time he looked at the doodle, a painful memory, a lasting regret. He truly couldn't have cared what his parents had thought about his disappearance - they were never on the same wavelength. His siblings, though, on the other hand . . .
He missed having his sisters basically hanging off his arms. Sure, they could be annoying, and sometimes having his nails done and being a physical test pilot for new make up was like having your teeth plucked out one by one, but, now that it was missing, he almost regretted leaving them, permanently. He knew that there was no way that he could tell them that he was fine - connections to your old life was barred and taboo. He could only hope that they were happy.
Sighing a little, he closed the book, knowing that today was not going to be the day that he got over it.
He couldn't really tell when that would be.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 12:51 pm
Abbi had asked him for a cake.
It was a weird request, he thought internally, as he wandered through the hallways, holding his little map he had created back when he started in Deus. There were rips and little holes in it now, and he should really find or make a new one soon, but, for this moment, it was the best he was going to get.
When he got to the kitchen, there was a pause. Wasn't it, at one point, a swimming hall for that time where everyone was asked to swim in?
The question left him boggled for the duration of his job, a confused face on his face.
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