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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 23:20:06 GMT -5
he is an extremely stubborn little man he will reach it by himself or suffer without it (or pretend he wasnt trying to get it and let someone else get it if its necessary for the entire team)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 23:24:02 GMT -5
oh man i feel that lmao
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 23:29:52 GMT -5
Hello! I would be interested in claiming the muscle please. I will work on my sample if I am given the ok! )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 23:30:50 GMT -5
of course !!
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 21, 2017 0:02:16 GMT -5
Poor Skylar is so awkward tho lmao))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 0:36:10 GMT -5
tove is just #tired
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 1:04:21 GMT -5
I will get my sample to you tomorrow. I don't feel too good all the sudden and I am finding it hard to concentrate. I promise will get it to you tomorrow. Sorry for the inconvience!!).
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 1:10:45 GMT -5
ok !
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 21, 2017 1:27:24 GMT -5
Poor Tove is fixing to be more tired probably))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 1:28:56 GMT -5
mmm yeah he probably wouldnt have asked for a second team but then we wouldnt have had a roleplay (': and so, he deals w his impulsive decisions from time to time
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 21, 2017 1:38:45 GMT -5
But like yay for impulsiveness rite? Lmao))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 1:39:48 GMT -5
my bpd a-- suffers w/ impulsiveness so rip me
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Post by intentional on Jan 21, 2017 1:39:51 GMT -5
Name: Louis Emmeric Henley Codename: Sigmund Gender: Male Age: 31 Height: 6โ2โ Weight: 175 lbs Character Role: the Gunman Extras: His codename originates from a childrenโs show that he used to watch as a child called Sigmund and the Sea Monsters. He was born in France, so he learned French, and his grandparents taught him German; heโs considered trilingual. He prefers to snipe over anything, but heโs very good all-around. His trusty handgun is the glock 18m, and one of his favorites is the McMillian Tac-50.
Physical Description: Standing at the impressive height of 6โ2โ, his girlfriend at the time suggested he should become a professional basketball player, or a model. He is lean but sturdily-built, with muscles that are well toned throughout his body. His skin ranges in the medium-tone, and is smooth with very little visible blemishes. His face is slender with a noticeable jawline, and he has a sharp nose. He has thick, black eyebrows and slightly pointed ears that stick out from his hair a bit. He gets complimented on his looks a lot, and is asked if he is a model (maybe he shouldโve chosen the model life). He is of half Korean, half Caucasian descent. His large, almond shaped eyes are a shade of light brown, sometimes a hue of amber in the sunlight. He has very accurate vision (which is good since his job depends on it), and he goes the extra length to always protect his eyes. His hair is jet black and always short and is normally pushed back, out of his eyes. He also sometimes sports a beard if he chooses to grow out his facial hair โ often more than not, he prefers to keep it clean shaven. He always has a cheeky grin on his face, flashing his dimples. His lips are pink and plump, and heโs known to always carry around chapstick with him. He has nice, straight teeth. He has his fair share of scars (thanks to his job), and heโs proud of them, as he sees them as a physical roadmap of where heโs been in his life. His torso has its share of bullet wounds and knife wounds. He has many scars on his hands and his shoulders have dealt with a lot, dealing with recoils from strong firearms. He also has a scar near his temple that vanishes to his hairline. He usually wears dark jeans that are comfortable to run in, black/gray/white shirt, combat boots, and his trusty military-style jacket, where its pockets are filled with weapons. He always sports a watch on his left wrist, and has considerable weapons on his body at all times. He has hidden sewn pockets on all his clothes.
Personality: Louis is a playful individual that likes to have fun and be casual. He likes to crack very corny jokes and is the type to make up his own nicknames for people that heโs in constant contact with. Many people have dismissed him in his past, thinking โoh heโs just another pretty faceโ, but this pretty face can do a lot of damage, both physically and emotionally. He is very intelligent, having above-average IQ of 130. Although his humor is mostly light-hearted, Louis isnโt afraid to completely crush someoneโs spirit with his words, and he can quickly turn a light conversation into a very very dark one. He has a pretty even temper, but once heโs mad, heโs mad, and heโs scary when heโs mad. He becomes quiet and broody, and then you wonโt know what hit you. Heโs very serious about his job and the risks that it comes with and what he deals with on a daily basis. Deeper inside, heโs a very stoic man that uses humor to deflect attention from himself and tries to balance out the negatives he sees in his line of work. He doesnโt like to fool around when he has work on his mind, and his personality can do a 180 degree flip in a matter of seconds. Heโs very loyal, compassionate, and protective of the people heโs close with, and also very studious, organized and productive. Heโs not completely heartless, for he can empathize with others โ he just doesnโt show any outwardly emotions except for anger and humor. In his line of work, he canโt allow for his emotions to be easily swayed because with one click of his finger, he could end a life. He canโt allow his emotions to consume himself.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 1:44:51 GMT -5
nice nice i'll add him to the front page when its not nearly 7am omg
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 21, 2017 1:46:28 GMT -5
Rip papers. I'll bring flowers to ur funeral
Omg Louis is gonna be great. I can already see him cracking a joke that Skylar doesn't get and she's just like what??? How do I respond to that help
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 1:55:22 GMT -5
ok heres my plan
im . going the heck to sleep & whenever i wake up i'll work on a starter i know that intentional's character is finished & ive accepted him so before then if anyone else finishes i'll check those when i wake up those who r approved can reply to the starter when its up at sometime tomrrow
gnight
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 21, 2017 2:34:27 GMT -5
G'night!
Also I finished Skylar's form as well but forgot to say whoops ))
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Post by intentional on Jan 21, 2017 2:36:12 GMT -5
just a heads up i won't be on for most of the day tmrw because i'm going to go on the woman's march lol wish me luck it's my first protest !! )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 9:31:49 GMT -5
September 10th, 2016 Tove Jasper
Snow gathered around him, faint red turning to pink. His gaze slid down sleepily, his arm wound tight around someone's neck. Distantly, he was aware of the combination of Spanish and Egyptian Arabic around him, two languages that he understood and spoke because hey, those are my parent's mother tongues and they couldn't speak English, but then it was gone and he shook his head to keep himself awake, wheezing softly. "'s okay, boss," whispered someone - Jamie, he realised. She sounded concerned. "Listen, listen. We can get outta here, just watch. You'll be okay!" "Emmett--" "No." Her tone was sharp enough to cause his eyelids to flutter open again, tilting his head back to look at her and oh god that hurt, but he would be okay. It would be okay. He coughed softly and loosened his hold a little, pushing her away and stumbling to keep himself upright. He was aware of her gaze on him, always sharp. "Emmett," he repeated. "Dead." The word caused him to freeze, and then he was aware of a yelp and a soft thud, muffled by the snow. Cautiously, he looked towards the sound and paled - there was Anna, unable to stay upright any longer with a gaping wound through her left eye. No, no. His gaze flicked to the other side and caught sight of Emmett. He was not breathing. The gunfire was getting worse and worse and then--
he woke up, panting heavily with his mouth open. He couldn't sit up, paralysed with fear and what could've been but what wasn't. It took him closer to half an hour to calm down (though he wasn't paying attention), before he could sit up and clutch at his chest underneath the tank top that he slept in, curling in on himself and whimpering. It was still dark outside - a glance to his clock told him that it was three in the morning. He would not be going to sleep again. An absent hand ghosted over the scars of his throat, and pure hatred seized his gut.
His movements were rapid as he flung himself out of bed and into the bathroom next to his, climbing into the shower and not truly caring about keeping the door unlocked, because there wouldn't be anyone in the log cabins. Mmm, his mind supplied helpfully, they're due to arrive at nine in the morning. You have six hours.
Six hours alone with his thoughts - he could do that. He had done it. It was closing in on a full year since the incident, a full year without his family. His friends, his loved ones, people he realised, with a jolt, that he hadn't learned to live without. They'd been together since young adulthood, but only he'd made it. Why? Because you made mistakes. How? Because you didn't think fast enough.
"That," he breathed gently, staring up at the shower head as it sprayed hot water over him, "is enough of that."
His brain did not supply him with an answer, and so Tove focused on cleaning himself up. Once done, he wrapped a towel around his waist and wandered back to his room - the master bedroom in the log cabin - and checked the clock again. He must've spaced out, as it was closing on four thirty rather than four...well, that would be okay. He absently pulled some underwear on before dropping the towel and finding his clothes; long cargo pants, turtleneck sweater, no shoes because he was inside and that was just gross, but definitely socks. His feet were cold. Once that was done, he checked himself in the mirror. Skincare routines, he noted, had to do some good; he couldn't really see the bags under his eyes, and once he'd moisturised, he was as good as new. When had he even gotten into that habit? Oh. Charlotte had taught him. That sounded about right.
The Imperial March blasted through his room, but the man did not jump nor react, as such, simply focused on finishing up his routine before he cleaned his hands and leaned over to unplug his phone and answer.
"Jasper," he said, in a way of greeting.
"I knew you'd be awake," was it him, or was the tone of the other person worried? He snorted softly at the thought. "You need to get regular sleep - but away from that. Remember that your new team is arriving today. They will be coming at eight."
"Huh," he replied absently, "thought it was nine."
"Change in plans."
"Would've been nice to know, sweetheart."
"Don't call me that."
"Yeah, well, I'm not stupid enough to say your name over an unsecured line, so suck it up," it felt easy, to fall back into bad habits when it came to this person. For a moment, he would've forgotten that all was not right; but the lack of any smells in the air caused him to sigh. Holding his phone to his ear with his right hand, he focused on leaving his room and jogging downstairs, automatically moving for the coffee machine - yes, sweet coffee - and focusing on turning it on. The line remained quiet as he did this, so he made himself a toasted bagel, too. "You alive?"
"Mm, but I worry for your sanity, Jasper. Do you really think you can keep hold of another team?" doubt was teeming within the other's words.
"Mm, I'm hanging up now."
And he did just that, because Tove had no manners when it came to the originals. What would he be like with the new people? Nothing but sunshine and rainbows. Guilt tinged at his chest momentarily, reminding him that if these people died, it was on his head. Then he would be responsible for more deaths and he just wasn't prepared for that, but he didn't want Veil to go down. Not when his friends had worked so hard to make it a semi-respectable thing.
The coffee machine beeped softly and he sighed softly, grabbing his mug ('World's #1 Dad' was printed on the side) and pouring the disgusting coffee in until it was full. He did not care. Coffee was coffee, and coffee was his one true love, as the sticker that said that the coffee machine's name was 'Mrs Jasper' would loudly proclaim. Once again, with the scent of coffee in the air, he could almost forget that something was wrong.
"Yo, Hades," his breath hissed between his teeth and there wasn't anything he could do. He tried to press his hands against Michael's wounds but damn it, there were too many and he just couldn't do this and he was hurting and the sounds of helicopters above caused him to look up and squint. "Hades. Man. You're great. I hope it goes well with--" Whatever he'd been meaning to say, it didn't come out.
He blinked over the cup of coffee and felt sick to his stomach, but quickly drained the entire mug. It was cold. He'd spaced out again. Tove inhaled deeply and turned his gaze to the clock on the wall and oh, sh*t, it was nearly eight. His legs ached from standing there for so long - how could he keep doing this? Maybe having people would stop him from spacing out for long periods of time, maybe their presence would distract him - or, alternatively, they would remind him about everything that went wrong. His heart ached.
Tove poured some more of the coffee (keeping warm, thank God) into his mug and set it on the side as he grabbed his keys from the side, wandering to the front of the cabin to unlock the front door. Memories littered the living room; a picture of the entire original team hung up on the wall, with him in the middle and his friends around him. On the coffee table was a picture of him and Emmett, grinning like children with their medals, awarded after a particularly heavy case. Then there was Charlotte, Anna, and Jamie - the girls were with bright grins, even if Jamie dwarfed the other two. More photos were here and there, remnants of what had been. He refused to take them down.
The man moved back to the kitchen and grabbed his coffee, threw his bagel into the trash and wandered into the living room, sitting on the couch and pulling the coffee table closer to him. He set his mug on the little kitten coaster there and, from under the couch, dug out some paperwork. He set it onto the table in front of him and began to read through it to look like he was doing something leader-ly, even if he'd left his glasses upstairs. They could stay there. These people would not see him with those on; his original team had barely earned the privilege.
Behind him, the door clicked open at five past eight, and he sipped his coffee before standing up and turning to face the door, face schooled into a blank canvas and arms crossing behind his back. He was small, that was for sure, but he was a force to be reckoned with; a loud presence in the room, comfortable in his territory.
"Good morning," he said calmly, his voice as blank as the rest of him, "I see you have arrived safely. Welcome to Veil."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 9:32:39 GMT -5
@ aviva: ok i will add
@ intentional: gl !! im supporting u
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 10:06:39 GMT -5
hallo!
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 21, 2017 10:13:49 GMT -5
That was a lot to read at 8 am lmao
Will get up a reply sometime soon))
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Post by แดแดสสษชsแด on Jan 21, 2017 10:13:59 GMT -5
Hullo there cx This roleplay looks absolutely stunning! If it's all right with you, may I claim the Mechanic? The time difference that I have with a lot of forumers here is... not the most convenient (it's currently 12am over here) so my replies probably will be a little slow, but I've been trying my best to post as much as possibleand hopefully school won't get even more hectic than it already is /cries
I'm not even sure if I'll pass the sample-thing but this looks so much fun to participate in ;u; )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 10:16:56 GMT -5
of course! omg i understand timezones ? im in gmt & i keep odd sleeping hours (im often awake during the night) so i understand !! [pats gently] i understand abt school too man college is killing me slowly im glad it looks fun ;; and that you like the rp omg
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Post by แดแดสสษชsแด on Jan 21, 2017 10:35:04 GMT -5
Aaa thank you so much! Same - I also stay up during the morning?night cause of the funky timezone issue haha We're all owls here Thank you so much again for understanding ;v; Oh no... Why must colleges and schools be so cruel I hope that you take care of yourself D: Omg you don't even know I already love it I'll send you a sample right now xux
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 10:37:25 GMT -5
@ robin: maybe something relating to appearance or smth ?
@ misc: ofc !! omg i was up until 7am this morning and then i had a call into work WHICH WASNT EVEN WORTH IT BC IT WASNT FOR LONG SINCE MY BOSS WENT AWAY so i am running from a few hours of sleep but u know what, sleep is for the weak & i have insomnia i can deal with this i am suffering !! i was sick this week but im okay now <: im glad o': i intended to try to make it as interesting as possible thenk !!
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