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 Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 3:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 3:01 pm
 Name: Daniel McKay
Nickname: Danny
Age: 24 25 26
Birthday: May 7, 1992
Sign: Taurus
Gemstone: Emerald
Blood Type: O+
Fav. Food: Coffee, raw veggies, "light" sweets (nothing too rich!)
Hated Food: boiled or cooked veggies, carbonated drinks
School: Out of school, employed as a barista at The Sugar Cube
Hobbies:
Reading - Daniel always tends to read, his favorite genres being mysteries and science fiction. Regardless of the title, however, he's willing to read any and everything that he can get his hands on. Reading the cereal box as he eats his breakfast is not uncommon, as well as reading the packaging of any device or product he happens to buy. If it has words on it, he's tempted to read it!
Drink Mixology - Being the main barista at the cafe he works at, Daniel is given ample opportunity to play around with the drink machines and syrups to come up with his own versions of favorite concoctions as well as create brand new drinks. Experimenting is fun and he finds enjoyment out of seeing his customers happy with his products. He aims to please or the drink is on the house!
Virtues:
Caring -- Are you hurt? Are you sad? Daniel wants to know. Daniel's willing to listen. He'll make you a warm beverage and offer you a chair. Natural instinct has given him a paternal feeling towards others, especially individuals younger than himself.
Charming -- His mother taught him from a very young age that acting like a gentleman was key in all interactions, especially when it comes to young ladies. A gentleman will open doors, pull out chairs and carry things - not because she's helpless or unable, but because he wants to show her that she is valuable and worthy of respect. Over the years, he has held this lesson close to his heart and tries to remain a charming gentleman with every lady (or gentleman!) he meets.
Good-Natured -- A kind hearted man, Daniel is both patient and friendly to any and everyone he comes in contact with. He will never rush anyone and will always try to see the silver lining to situations. Grumpy and solemn are not words that anyone would use to describe the young barista.
Flaws:
Pushover -- While he's not necessarily meek, Daniel does have a difficult time saying "no" to people who ask things of him. Especially when it comes to women, he more often will agree and comply to anything he's asked to do. Pick up a shift for a coworker? Sure thing. Run this errand for a friend, even if it's fifteen minutes out of the way? No problem, buddy. Despite the fact it may be a hassle or burden for him, Danny will inevitably always help someone who begs for it.
Naive -- Raised by a single mother in a very sheltered life, Daniel has yet to really experience the world. He is unaware of how manipulative the world can be or how evil some people can truly be. If you're on the side of the road and begging for money, he'll spare you change - he doesn't question whether or not you're truly homeless, for he assumes you are who you say you are. Easily tricked and manipulated, Daniel is very naive as to the goings-on in Destiny City.
Open Book -- Daniel is unable to hide his feelings. He is an awful liar. This makes life very difficult for him when placed in situations that require delicate responses - especially when the truth will hurt the person asking the question. He doesn't want to hurt your feelings when he doesn't like your outfit or your cooking, but his inability to hide or cover up his true reaction makes it hard for him to mask the truth...as painful as it might be.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown, not shaggy but not close cut either. IDK, ???. Fresh, friendly neighborhood lovable fellow kind of hairstyle.
Face: Not gonna lie I based him off Motoki.
Clothes: barista attire
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 3:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 3:02 pm
 Roleplays
[x] - Treat Yourself (Daniel & Cassian)
[x] - Sweet Surprises (Daniel & Tristan)
[x] - Perfectly Pictured (Daniel & Tristan)
[x] - It's a Dog's Life (Daniel & Tristan)
[x] - Oops (Daniel & Tristan)
[x] - Something Just Like This (Daniel & Tristan)
[x] - Extended Lunch Break (Daniel & Kat)
[x] - Destiny City Bootanical Garden (Daniel + Halloween ORP)
[x] - Stranger Things (Daniel & Tristan)
[x] - Lean on Me (Daniel & Tristan)
[x] - How the Cookie Crumbles (Daniel & Scamander)
[x] - This is Home (Daniel & Tristan)
[x] - How the Cookie Crumbles (Daniel & Tristan)
Solo
[x] - Buying Friends
[x] - Gone but not Forgotten
[x] - Flower Exchange
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 3:04 pm
 Relationships
Cassian Norris - A clever, eager potential friend and business associate. Can't wait to meet up with him again and see what he has to offer!
Katrina Halloran - Employee, best friend of Priscilla. Has more sense than her buddy. Quick-witted, fun coworker to be around.
Priscilla Stratford - A rather spoiled, yet endearing young woman who was offered a job based on her outgoing nature. No regrets... well, not many, at least.
Tristan Lestrange - A shy new friend in need of confidence and someone to hang out with, clearly.
Powered Characters
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 3:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 3:06 pm
CreditsNOTM: Natsube & Rosemilk
Danny's art: kuropeco
Sailor Moon: Naoko Takeuchi
Many thanks to the Staff for hosting the contest where Daniel was obtained.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2016 5:32 pm
Contest Entry
3/23/16
Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzzzz!
Green eyes closed and the young man let out a sigh. Daniel McKay knew exactly who was messaging him that evening and he hesitated to even glance at the phone that continued to vibrate in his pocket. This was the second - no, third - time it'd gone off. Theresa was really angry tonight.
The rag in his hand swept out, cleaning off the last of the tables. The Sugar Cube was supposed to close at nine, but several couples had lingered for a bit longer in the cafe, cooing as they shared smoothies, cupcakes and exchanged late Valentine's Day gifts with one another. He was supposed to be off - this would make the sixth shift in a row this week - but one of his newer coworkers had pleaded for the night off and, well, Daniel had a soft spot when it came to pleading women.
Wiping his palms off on his apron, he plucked his worn Samsung out from his back pocket. Flipping the screen on, he winced at the incoming barrage of messages.
Danny, where ARE YOU?
You're late. AGAIN.
This is just so typical of you, omg
His other hand absentmindedly began to wipe itself on his apron, eyebrows creasing as fingers punched back a response. He wasn't nearly as quick to respond as his girlfriend when it came to texting, but he was at least mindful to keep himself from misspelling. He knew she hated when he typo'd.
Sorry, baby. Had to close again. I'll pick up some food on the way home - maybe we can watch something on Netflix?
Pausing, he gave her a minute. Sure enough, seconds later, a message flashed across his screen:
You're lucky I stick around, you know. A girl like me could get any guy she wanted.
Sigh. Glancing over at the remaining work he had to do, he spotted the lit up display of sweets. Maybe he'd bring home some extra cookies, as a start to making up for staying late.
It would be another twenty minutes of packing and cleaning before he was ready to depart from the darkened store. The clock read quarter-til-ten and his phone had remained suspiciously silent throughout the duration. Either she ran out to be with her friends or went to bed early - Daniel felt his apartment was safe enough to return to, at least for tonight. There was no telling what awaited him tomorrow morning when he awoke, however.
The key turned, latching the door locked. The streetlight above kept the parking lot barely lit, its beams showering down just enough for him to recognize the silhouette of his beat-up Honda. 'Ol Bess had seen some hard times, but she was still a trooper. Her alarm no longer worked, her cruise control was busted and she would let out a low whrrwhrrrrr sound every now and again but as far as Daniel cared, she was still his faithful steed.
He whistled on his way towards her, doing his best to keep the silence at bay. What he wasn't able to keep away, though, was the dark shadow that crept behind him. Eyes had watched the young man as he traveled to his car, the figure teleporting from the roof into the darkness a few yards behind the barista. It followed him, unbeknownst to the intended victim, watching closely as he made it towards the off-white vehicle.
It was only as his hand reached for the battered, worn out handle that another hand reached out - for him.
"Sorry, sweetie." The voice whispered, a note of amusement in its tone as the stranger spoke, "Wouldn't have bothered with a cutie, but I'm behind on my quota."
The hand that clutched the back of his shirt sank inside him, diving deep until fingers entwined themselves around the most precious part of him, a part he never even knew existed. Within seconds, the fist pulled, yanking out the beautiful starseed with it.
There was no time to react, green eyes rolling back in his head as he sank to the ground. The last thing he saw was the door to 'ol Bess and the faint glow of the moon that reflected in her window.
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"What do you mean, minimal brain activity? Is he dead or isn't he?"
The young woman stared crossly at the doctor who bore a perplexed expression on his weathered face. While Dr. Thompson was used to grieving family members, it had been quite some time since he'd been confronted with an impatient one.
"He's alive but he's not responding at this time. We've taken him off all sedatives, but he has yet to wake up."
Theresa glanced over at her comatose boyfriend, her dark ponytail bobbing with the motion. It had been two weeks and her patience was growing thin with the situation. She let out an exaggerated sigh. "So, you don't know. And if he does wake up? Can he go home?"
"There's no telling what sort of rehabilitation he would need once he wakes up. We are struggling to keep his oxygen saturation up, so we may need to consider resorting to ECMO to keep him perf--"
"Sorry," She waved her hand in the doctor's face, suddenly cutting him off. The twenty-two year old had finally had enough. Turning towards the sleeping patient, she shrugged her shoulders. "Babe, I can't deal with this anymore. This crap is for old folks, not for people our age."
With another dismissive wave of her hand, she was gone. Hospitals creeped her out, anyways.
It was the doctor's turn to sigh, exiting the room without glancing at the brunette who lay sleeping in the bed behind him. The young man who slept, his heart beating faintly - but still beating - struggling to survive so that he might one day return to a world and take advantage of everything he'd been too busy to bother experiencing yet. To experience love. Adventure. Life.
Would he survive to see that second chance?
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