Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Sept 11, 2021 9:49:27 GMT -5
𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 :
*Nightwhisper:
Mason, your average, run of the mill 21 year old, stands around 5'8" with a slightly muscular build. The man jogs every morning, so he’s slim, but not overly in shape. He likes to keep a healthy figure, but it’s not the most important thing in the world to him. His hair is light red and it's notoriously easy to become messy when not cut on a regular basis. So he styles it short and tries to keep it that way. Playful, bright green eyes stare out at you as his face puts on his signature smirk. Never can a frown be found in the man’s expression, and if you see one, then you know something’s seriously wrong. He dresses casually unless he needs to dress otherwise. But there is something very unique about the way he dressed. While casual is a way to describe his outfits, he also looks as if a toddler had picked out his outfit for him. Rarely, and I do mean rarely, will Mason leave the house dressed in colors that match or even complement each other. The flashier, more obnoxious the combination, the better. Mason does this on purpose, not because he has zero ability to dress himself, but to prove to everyone else that it won’t kill you to not stress over something as petty as clothing choices every single day. Mason is somewhat of a jokester while around friends. He looks for fun, and loves adventure. The boy would rather spend his time outside than be stuck in a building of any kind. His good humor helps to keep him calm, and to distract others from topics he doesn’t wish to discuss. For as much as he is willing to listen to the problems of others, ready to lift them up and support them in times of need, the man himself has a very hard time drawing attention to his own problems. Not that he doesn’t like talking about what’s wrong in his life, but because he doesn’t want to ruin a good time by talking about heavier topics. He’d much rather laugh off his woes and continue on to the next fun adventure than dwell on the bad happening here and now.
Cornelia Hanna Berglöf - 21 - fc
Cornelia is a tall young woman, standing at 6'1" without heels. She has a narrow, boyish frame and long limbs to match her height, which only serves to make her look even taller than she is. she has thick medium blonde hair reaching to just below her shoulders and frost green eyes. She's very light skinned most of the year, but freckles and tans quickly in the sun. She tends towards simple fashion in her day to day life - her wardrobe is full of turtlenecks, button downs, and jeans - but feels prettiest when she's hyper-feminine and dressed up, she just doesn't make time for it most days.
Cornelia is warm in her contact with others, but not particularly outgoing. She'd always been the type to be satisfied with a small group of friends and some acquaintances, but doesn't mind spending time with people she doesn't yet know, so long as they take the first step. She's emotional, prone to outbursts of both joy and sorrow, and has always had a hard time masking her emotions from others. She'd hesitate to describe herself as selfish, but her instinct for self preservation and protection is strong, and so if she feels threatened in any way she will do whatever it takes to make sure she doesn't get hurt, even if it means hurting others. While not exceptionally intelligent, Cornelia is a problem solver through and through, and is a hard worker to boot, so she tends to do well in academic and professional settings alike.
Cornelia was born a triplet in Stockholm, Sweden. She and one of her sisters, Andrea, are identical, and their older sister, Isabelle, is fraternal to them both. She also has an older brother she calls Love, though since their move across the Atlantic he's decided to go by his middle name Daniel with most people to make pronunciation easier. They moved to the US for her father's work when the triplets were eight and Daniel was fourteen, and have lived there ever since. The family speaks fluent but diminishing Swedish as well as English, and know varying amounts of Swedish sign language as Isabelle lost most of her hearing to repeated ear infections as a toddler. Cornelia is in her final year of college where she's been majoring in biochemistry, and she intends to go on to become a pharmacist.
Cornelia is a tall young woman, standing at 6'1" without heels. She has a narrow, boyish frame and long limbs to match her height, which only serves to make her look even taller than she is. she has thick medium blonde hair reaching to just below her shoulders and frost green eyes. She's very light skinned most of the year, but freckles and tans quickly in the sun. She tends towards simple fashion in her day to day life - her wardrobe is full of turtlenecks, button downs, and jeans - but feels prettiest when she's hyper-feminine and dressed up, she just doesn't make time for it most days.
Cornelia is warm in her contact with others, but not particularly outgoing. She'd always been the type to be satisfied with a small group of friends and some acquaintances, but doesn't mind spending time with people she doesn't yet know, so long as they take the first step. She's emotional, prone to outbursts of both joy and sorrow, and has always had a hard time masking her emotions from others. She'd hesitate to describe herself as selfish, but her instinct for self preservation and protection is strong, and so if she feels threatened in any way she will do whatever it takes to make sure she doesn't get hurt, even if it means hurting others. While not exceptionally intelligent, Cornelia is a problem solver through and through, and is a hard worker to boot, so she tends to do well in academic and professional settings alike.
Cornelia was born a triplet in Stockholm, Sweden. She and one of her sisters, Andrea, are identical, and their older sister, Isabelle, is fraternal to them both. She also has an older brother she calls Love, though since their move across the Atlantic he's decided to go by his middle name Daniel with most people to make pronunciation easier. They moved to the US for her father's work when the triplets were eight and Daniel was fourteen, and have lived there ever since. The family speaks fluent but diminishing Swedish as well as English, and know varying amounts of Swedish sign language as Isabelle lost most of her hearing to repeated ear infections as a toddler. Cornelia is in her final year of college where she's been majoring in biochemistry, and she intends to go on to become a pharmacist.
*Nightwhisper:
Mason Carter -- 21 --
Mason, your average, run of the mill 21 year old, stands around 5'8" with a slightly muscular build. The man jogs every morning, so he’s slim, but not overly in shape. He likes to keep a healthy figure, but it’s not the most important thing in the world to him. His hair is light red and it's notoriously easy to become messy when not cut on a regular basis. So he styles it short and tries to keep it that way. Playful, bright green eyes stare out at you as his face puts on his signature smirk. Never can a frown be found in the man’s expression, and if you see one, then you know something’s seriously wrong. He dresses casually unless he needs to dress otherwise. But there is something very unique about the way he dressed. While casual is a way to describe his outfits, he also looks as if a toddler had picked out his outfit for him. Rarely, and I do mean rarely, will Mason leave the house dressed in colors that match or even complement each other. The flashier, more obnoxious the combination, the better. Mason does this on purpose, not because he has zero ability to dress himself, but to prove to everyone else that it won’t kill you to not stress over something as petty as clothing choices every single day. Mason is somewhat of a jokester while around friends. He looks for fun, and loves adventure. The boy would rather spend his time outside than be stuck in a building of any kind. His good humor helps to keep him calm, and to distract others from topics he doesn’t wish to discuss. For as much as he is willing to listen to the problems of others, ready to lift them up and support them in times of need, the man himself has a very hard time drawing attention to his own problems. Not that he doesn’t like talking about what’s wrong in his life, but because he doesn’t want to ruin a good time by talking about heavier topics. He’d much rather laugh off his woes and continue on to the next fun adventure than dwell on the bad happening here and now.