Realistic or Modern Summer Paradise: Camping Style (CS Thread)

[Jessii]

Hey! So post your character sheet here! You can use whatever character sheet layout you want, I'm not picky about it.

All that I ask is:
- you use a realistic faceclaim
- for now, only 2 characters per person

If needed, i can make a male character as well.

I will eventually make an OOC thread and post the link.​

Characters!

Girl 1: Jade Dawson - Taken by Jessii

 

[Jessii]

Jade Dawson

Basics

Name: Jade Dawon

Nickname: Jay

Age: 17

Gender: female

Sexuality: heterosexual

Personality Pt. 1

Eyes Color: light blue
Hair Color: blonde
Height/Weight: 5 ft 6 , 140 lbs
Body Type: athletic

Likes: Music, Helping others, going for a run, showing people new music, organizing events

Dislikes: cold weather, being alone, having to wait, being stuck indoors, the colour yellow

Personality Pt. 2

Jade is someone who likes taking a leadership role while with others. She loves making plans and leading others. She loves organization and does not do well in chaos. She tends to get overwhelmed quickly if she needs to just go with the flow. She is very passionate about the things she likes. There are times that Jade can seem a little too bossy and controlling, especially if she thinks that she is losing control of any situation.

Jade is very outgoing, and sociable. Jade loves to be surrounded by people and does not do well when she has to be alone, which she blames on the fact that she has always had her siblings around her and has never spent a lot of time by herself.

Bio

Jade belongs to a town about an hour and a half away from the camping grounds. She first found out about the annual camping trip by some cousins from the next town over. This would be her third year attending Kalton campgrounds during the summer. Her family is pretty close, and used to go camping together all of the time during the summers. Jade’s family consists of her parents, her older brother, and her two younger brothers. As she’s the only daughter, Jade does tend to get what she wants most of the time, but is also smothered by both her parents, and her brothers. Her older brother has moved away for university, but does visit whenever he can. This is Jade's last summer before university, so she's excited to be spending it with her friends at the camp grounds, and terrified that this may be her last summer at the camp grounds.


She is also known as the resident DJ, as Jade absolutely loves all types of music and is always making different playlists for different occasions and moods. She does not go anywhere without her Ipod.

 

[MadiRaiCat]

Liliana Atwood​

Nickname: Lily, Tiger Lily (only by Miles)
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Face Claim: Valerie Poxleitner
Hair/Eye Color: Dark brown / Chocolate brown
Height/Weight: 5'5" / 115 lbs
Body Type: Slim yet athletic
Tattoos/Piercings:

Spoiler: Tattoos

Nose ring, three studs in each ear

Theme Song: Savage by Lights
Extras: Drives a matte black Suzuki GSX motorcycle, has an orange cat named Hercules

Likes: Cars, drinking, smoking, skateboarding, drawing and art, all different types of tea, her cat Hercules
Dislikes: Most people (except Miles), pity, traffic, authority figures, sweet desserts
Personality: Liliana isn't really the most happy-go-lucky person in the world. But given her life story, could you expect her to be? She's kind, protective, and sometimes even maternal towards her friends, and almost always puts the needs of others over her own. She's dependable, loyal, and generally a decent human being. However, that doesn't mean she has no dark side. If anyone were to insult or attack her friends, Lily has no problem stepping up and firing back. The moment Lily steps foot in the ring, she's focused, strategic, and cruel towards her opponents. It's almost as if she becomes a different person, her evil twin. A part of her livelihood sits on winning those fights, and Lily takes that very seriously.

Liliana doesn't really do well with sappy emotions. She doesn't know how to feel them, and therefore doesn't know how to respond to them either. She becomes a bit awkward if anyone expresses romantic interest in her, often times avoiding their words and either changing the subject or trying to find a way to exit the conversation. She honestly has no idea how to respond to compliments in general, let alone flirtations. So expect some silence or ignoring if you try.

Biography: Liliana spent the majority of her life in the downtrodden parts of her hometown, doing her best just to get by. Her father was an abusive drunk who couldn't keep a job to save his life. Her mother was a junkie who'd rather get high than spend time with or take care of her daughter. When she was about ten years old, Family Services finally caught on to what happened inside the Atwood household. Lily always figured her school teachers were the one to make the report as she often showed up to school covering bruises and lacking any money for food. So, they took her away and put her in a foster home.

Unfortunately, those didn't last very long either. The reality of a lot of foster homes is that they just want the government money that the children bring. The children are often neglected, and Lily fell into that same fate. She was bounced around from home to home, causing more and more trouble with every new location. She found a bit of solace in learning about cars, particular taking them apart and putting them back together again. It became a passion of hers, and she decided to make money doing it by working for the town's resident chop shop ran by the gang. Stealing, parting, and selling cars for them made her enough money to move out of her foster home and into a two-bedroom apartment with trust fund kid Miles at the age of 17. Though despising him at first, the two became fast friends and are now very close.

As a teenager, Liliana swore she would never do drugs, seeing what they did to her mother. However, she found other vices in alcohol, cigarettes, and fighting. She learned a few things from trying to avoid her father's beatings, and the gang was quick to make sure she was well-versed in hand-to-hand combat. Lily was a quick learner, and soon became pretty decent at mixed martial arts. Practicing it was her way of getting out her anger without chaotic consequences. At the beginning of the school year, Lily had decided to take part in an underground fighting ring to build a savings account. She had dreams of going to college some day to study mechanical engineering.

As far as the camping trip goes, it is one of the few happy memories Lily has from her childhood. In between her father's drunken escapades and mother's disarming highs, they went camping as a means of 'family bonding.' It was cheap, which is the only reason her father was okay with going in the first place. That, and he could blame his excessive drinking on account of them being on 'vacation.' Wanting to relive those happy moments for a bit, Lily talked Miles into going on this camping trip.
Relationships: Best Friends with Miles, otherwise TBD

Writing Sample:

Spoiler: Sample

The room vibrated with such intensity that the dark-haired woman ducking behind the bar to grab a clean glass could feel it in her sternum. “Hurry up, bar wench, your tip is fading,” a gruff man clad in too much leather shouted from his place on an old wooden stool across the bar. He slurred his words and had a dazed glint in his eyes, sure signs of intoxication.

The woman rolled her eyes and bit her lip, forcing down any sharp comment wishing to come out. She wasn’t the type to take shit from people. But rent was due in a few days, and she needed all the tips she could get to make ends meet.

So, instead of commenting on the man’s pathetic lack of ability to hold his alcohol, she simply stood and filled the pilsner glass with a beautiful pale amber-colored liquid from the draft. Without a second thought, the bartender whipped around and slid the glass of beer down the bar to the man’s waiting hand without spilling a single drop. The drunk man happily took the ale, leaving the bar to rejoin his friends at a nearby billiards table.

The bartender leaned against the bar back, tilting her chin to her chest as she finally had a few seconds to rest for the first time since she had arrived nearly five hours earlier.

On Tap, the most popular hole-in-the-wall bar in the west side of Woodvale, Georgia, was nearly always busy. Local college students, nine-to-five workaholics, and local low-lifes alike congregated in the bar to grab a drink after a long, laborious day. With a happy hour that ran from 5:30 pm to the bar’s closing time at 2:00 am seven days a week, most people couldn’t say no to getting drunk on dollar drafts or six buck signature cocktails every night.

“Liliana, Lily, Tiger Lily, are you in there?” the bartender heard, her chocolate brown eyes widening as she realized she had been lost in her own thoughts for a bit too long. Quickly looking up, she scanned the bar for new customers or old ones that needed a new drink.

Her eyes followed the old-fashioned glass as it slid down the bar into the hand of an older balding man in a navy two-piece suit. Lily recognized him as one of her regulars, Mr. Townsend, a partner at the local law firm that specialized in self-defense and car accidents.

Lily offered him an apologetic smile and small wave. He nodded at her, and Lily knew he was accepting her apology even though his face held a stoic expression. Mr. Townsend raised his glass in appreciation at the person behind her, before venturing back to his table in the corner near a TV showing some sort of sport’s game on it.

Lily immediately spun around to where she had heard her name called from earlier. A man a few years older than her dried his hands with a dish towel before hopping up to sit on the bar back with a teasing grin.

“Zoning out again, are you? Don’t tell me you’ve been drinking on the job!” he accused, a light laugh escaping through his lips. His black chef’s jacket, which was covered in splashes of flour and food debris from the kitchen, revealed his heavily tattooed arms and a few black swirls of ink on his neck peaked out over its collar. Lily balled up a bar towel and chucked it at him, teasingly narrowing her eyes in faux anger.

“Says the guy who drinks more wine than he cooks with,” Lily snapped back, smiling as her brother easily caught the towel with another deep chuckle. The pair looked strikingly similar, with hair that was such a dark brown, it almost looked black, and eyes the color of rich milk chocolate. While Lily was of average height and slender, however, Nicolaus was tall and muscular.

The siblings were often found bantering sarcastically and getting on each other’s nerves. Nevertheless, Nicolaus was Lily’s partner in crime and overall best friend. They had been through thick and thin, and survived some terrible situations together that Lily locked away into the far reaches of her mind, trying not to remember. In all honesty, Lily wasn’t quite sure she would still be alive if she didn’t have her brother.

Nick looked as though he was about to say something witty and clever when Lily heard the sharp sound of glass against wood behind her. She spun on her heels in the direction of the sound, her brunette braid swinging around her shoulders. On the other side of the bar was the same leather-dressed man as earlier, returning for his fourth beer.

“Bar wench, another one! You’re not just paid to stand there and let us look at you, you know!” he shouted a bit too loudly, causing a few other bar patrons to turn and look. Normally when Lily had overtly rude customers, she would respond with biting remarks laced with enough venom to stop a man in his tracks.

But, before Lily had even thought of a response, Nick slid down from the bar back and around the counter to the burly man, a grimace of pure rage on his face. Lily knew her brother had an anger problem, especially when it came to people treating her poorly. It stemmed from their childhoods, and she couldn’t exactly blame him for it. She was used to this side of her brother, as were most of the regulars in the bar. They had seen his anger throughout the years Nick had worked there as a chef while Lily tended to the bar.

Nick slapped the man’s glass from the counter top so hard that it flew into the wall and shattered, thankfully missing any of the patrons of the bar. Her brother grabbed the drunkard by the collar, his brown eyes seeming to deepen in such anger that Lily could not distinguish his irises from his pupils.

Roughly, Nick yanked the man closer to him, his tattoos and calloused hands making him appear much more intimidating than Lily knew him to be. She realized then that the entire bar had gone silent, even the music had been cut, and all the customers stared at Nick and the other man. Embarrassed, Lily’s cheeks turn bright red, but her body felt stiff and she noticed she couldn’t move. Lily was literally paralyzed with anxiety.

“Don’t you ever talk to my sister like that again, or you will sincerely regret stepping foot into this place,” Nick whispered harshly. But the bar was so quiet that you could hear his voice throughout the entirety of the room.

After contemplating his next move for a moment, Lily could see Nick grind his teeth as he chose to be the bigger person instead of doing what he really wanted to do. Her brother released the man’s collar and shoved him roughly. After stumbling a few steps backward, the drunk man quickly scuttled back to his group of friends, and the atmosphere slowly returned to the normal bar scene.

Lily inhaled sharply, realizing she had been holding her breath anxiously throughout the entire situation. But before Lily could get a chance to speak to her brother, he stalked back through the swinging doors into the kitchen. Lily knew whenever Nick was angry, he cooked. He said that it helped take his mind off the matter and relax as he mentally followed the steps of a recipe.

Since they were young, Nick always had a need to protect Lily, even though she had told him a million times that she could take care of herself. He had taught her how to fight and kept her practiced through sparring matches. Somewhere, deep down, Lily knew that Nick still blamed himself for some of the things that had happened to her in the past. But she could never blame her brother for what wasn’t his fault.

It was then that the late shift bartender arrived. Her name was Kara, a sweet girl with dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. She was always quiet, but Lily didn’t mind since she was often times quiet too. Liliana took Kara’s arrival as a cue that her shift was over, and quickly swept the shattered pilsner glass into a dust pan to dump into the trash can.

Right as she slung the familiar leather of her black jacket across her shoulders, she heard Kara’s soft voice from behind her. “I brought you a small gift. Nick told me your birthday is in a few days. It’s underneath the bar back.”

Lily turned towards Kara slightly surprised, though the expression was missed as Kara was already busy making drinks for a new group that had just entered that bar. Lily had never really considered them friends, mostly because their interactions were minimal.

She liked Kara nevertheless, and had always thought that the shy and delicate girl would make a good match for Nick. But, like herself, Nick didn’t think he was good enough to be in a relationship and therefore had a higher number of one-night-stands compared to past girlfriends.

Shrugging the thoughts away, Kara grabbed the paper sack from below the bar and peaked inside. An amber-colored liquid contained inside an intricate glass bottle with a purple ribbon tied around the neck sat inside. Lily grinned, immediately recognizing her favorite brand of scotch.

“Thanks, Kara! I’ll make sure to share with Nick when he gets off tonight,” Lily said, not waiting for a response before stuffing the bottle into her purse and slipping through the crowds of people to the door.

Once door slammed shut behind her, Lily couldn’t help but inhale deeply, the fresh air filling her lungs and giving her a new sense of peace. The once overly loud music had become a dull thud in the background, and Lily was relieved to be off work.

Though Kara was the only other bartender, she was a part-time employee and only worked a few four-hour shifts per week. Nevertheless, Lily appreciated the shorter shifts and the small breaks they gave her.

She glanced over to where a black Chevy Cobalt was parked at the back of the lot, the moonlight reflecting off it beautifully. Lily and Nick shared the car. With their current financial situation, the pair couldn’t afford to pay bills as well as have two car payments. So, they compromised, and on nights like tonight where their shifts differed, Lily would just walk home. After all, the path to their apartment was a straight shot through the city park, maybe two miles maximum.

Taking one last look at the neon signs decorating the front windows of the bar, Lily crossed the street and followed the sidewalk into grassy area that was Woodvale City Park. The trails were dimly lit, making the night time trek a bit less eerie.

Pulling the glass bottle from her purse, Lily cracked open the bottle of scotch and began sipping on it, hoping to build up some liquid courage lest she come upon any unfavorable people in the park. The scotch warmed her body from the inside out, causing Lily to smile at its delicious peaty flavor. The more she drank, the better she felt, putting the events of the night far behind her.

The cement path emerged into an open meadow with park benches, picnic tables, and charcoal grills people in town used for cookouts and get-togethers. There was a brightly colored plastic playground in the distance, and Lily half-debated going over to it. She had loved to hang upside-down from the monkey bars as a child, and wondered if she still could.

The thought was cut short when she noticed a man leaning on the railing of the stone bridge, peering down into the water. From this distance, she couldn’t make out his face, but his hair was long as was his scraggly beard. His clothes were dirty and tattered, and he wasn’t wearing any shoes.

For a moment, Lily was concerned he was some sort of serial killer, disposing of his latest kill in the river. Though she realized she may be thinking irrationally, Lily still paused, waiting for him to walk away so she could cross the bridge to her apartment.

The man began to stiffly climb up onto the stone railing, which was only about a foot wide. He stuck out his arms to keep his balance, staring down into the black water that rushed over a few large rocks about 50 feet below.

Lily immediately jogged towards the man, a pang of panic shooting through her body. When she was about 5 yards away, she stopped and shouted to the man, “Sir! Are you ok? It’s not safe to be standing on the railing like that.”

Startled, the man looked up at Lily with wide eyes, swaying a bit before regaining his balance. She could just make out his face in the dim light of the street lamps. He was older, maybe late 60s or early 70s. He wore glasses that had a crack in one lens, and his hair was unkempt and grey. Lily took a few steps closer, but stopped when the man simply shook his head. He gave her a sad smile before leaning forward and letting his body fall from the railing.

Liliana gasped, the bottle of scotch falling from her hand and shattering on the pavement. She instinctually began to sprint towards the bridge, but froze when a sickening crack sound filled the night air. Lily squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to let tears fall. Her heart began to race, and panic clawed its way up her throat, making it hard to breath. A thousand memories she had sworn to keep locked away flashed through her mind, slowly pulling her deeper into panic’s grip.

Succumbing to the panic, Lily felt dizzy, and soft fell to her knees. Her entire body felt cold, causing her to tug her leather jacket tighter around her body. After a few moments of paralyzing anxiety and panic, an image of a younger Nick popped into Lily’s head. “Remember, Tiger Lily,” he said, “slow your breathing and focus on something pretty around you.” When she first started experiencing panic attacks in her childhood, Nick had told her this as a way to calm herself. It was a method she used to that day.

Opening her eyes ever so slightly, Lily searched her surroundings for something, anything she could focus on. A cluster of Carolina lilies grew in a flower bed a few yards away, and Lily took a moment to admire their fiery-colored beauty. Her breathing began to calm and her heart began to slow, giving Lily back some control of her body.

Pulling herself to her feet, Lily slowly walked over to the bridge railing where she had last saw the man. Taking a deep, hesitant breath, Lily peered over the edge, searching for any signs of life in the rippling waters below. Aside from a smattering of blood on one of the rocks protruding from the water, she found nothing. Letting out the breath she had been holding, Lily pulled out her cell phone and quickly dialed.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“Hi, my name is Liliana Atwood,” Lily began, surprising herself with the steady, monotonous tone of her voice. “I just witnessed a man jump off the bridge in City Park, next to the playground on the Granite Trail,” she continued, turning to lean her back against the railing in sudden exhaustion.

“Alright ma’am. There are police officers and a rescue team in route to your location. Please stay on the line and remain on scene so you can give a statement of what you saw,” the operator responded.

“Okay,” Lily agreed before putting the phone on speaker and sitting it on the railing. She let out a sigh and dropped her chin to her chest, closing her eyes for a moment. A few moments later when she opened them, she noticed a small journal on the ground near her feet.

Lily knelt slowly, picking up the book in both hands. It was bound in black leather, and had yellowed pages that revealed its old age. The cover of the book was embossed with gold lettering, spelling, “The Secrets I Keep.” At first, Lily was scared to open the book, but the approaching police sirens gave her a sense of courage. Lily couldn’t help but flip through the first few pages.

"I should have known by the flame I'm under."​

codedbycrucialstar​

 

[MadiRaiCat]

Miles Madden​

Nickname: None really
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Face Claim: Taron Egerton
Hair/Eye Color: Light brown / Blue
Height/Weight: 5'11" / 185 lbs
Body Type: Muscular yet not overly buff
Tattoos/Piercings: None

Theme Song: Save Rock and Roll by Fall Out Boy ft. Elton John
Extras: Drives a brand new black Tesla Model S

Likes: Playing guitar, drinking, doing drugs, partying, working out, hanging out with friends, video games
Dislikes: His father, selfishness, bullies, people expecting too much out of him, seagulls
Personality: Despite coming from a wealthy family, Miles has a generous heart. He would rather his actions define him than the money he will one day inherit, and so Miles will give to anyone in need without even batting an eye. He's intelligent and witty, doing rather well in most of his classes at school. He has only ever had a problem with mathematics, and now that he lives with Tiger Lily who tutors him, he has been doing better. Miles loves to have fun, whether that be through sports, hanging out with friends, or something completely off the wall.

Given Miles virtues, he also has a few vices. When it comes to having fun, Miles can go a bit too far at times. He really enjoys partying, and can sometimes go a little bit too far with the drugs and the alcohol. If Miles is out and having a good time, he has little self-control on a limit for himself. He'll keep going until he passes out. He also can have a bit of an anger problem in terms of having a touchy temper. Miles does not really take shit from anyone, especially if it involves hurting his friends. He will gladly knock someone out for harassing the people he cares about.

Biography: Miles was born to Mr. and Mrs. Robert Madden, marketing firm entrepreneurs and self-made millionaires. As the heir to an international business, his parents have always held Miles to a set of very high standards. Living in a mansion with service personnel for his entire childhood, Miles' parents were rarely around to raise him. Instead, he had a nanny and bodyguards to take care of him.

From a young age, Miles' parents hired teachers, private tutors, and specialized instructors to teach him everything he would need to know to run a large business one day, outside of the normal topics he learned in high school. He was taught everything from multiple foreign languages, to finance, to advanced strategic planning. While he had gotten fairly close with his instructors and nanny, he felt incomplete without the care of his own parents. But unfortunately, it was pretty much the only life he knew.

At around the age of 15, Miles began to act out. He was tired of his life being planned out for him, never having control over his own choices. It was for that reason, Miles began to experiment with drugs and alcohol, sneaking out late at night to go to parties and coming home pretty messed up. His parents were never around much to notice, always out on the next business trip or vacationing around the world. Finally, one night, Miles went a little to far, and wrecked one of his father's most prized cars while driving intoxicated. Immediately, this brought his parents back from their trip to Venice.

After a large fight with his father, Miles confessed to his parents that he didn't want to take over the family business one day. Consumed by anger, Mr. Madden immediately cut his son off and through him out of the house. To him, he no longer had a son. With a little money of his own, Miles took his things and moved into his own apartment, quickly finding a roommate and best friend in Tiger Lily. She was the little sister he never really had growing up, but kind of wanted. Mrs. Madden, feeling sorry for the way her husband treated her son and therefore without his knowledge, still sends Miles money every month to take care of himself. Though Miles isn't really a fan of spending a bunch of time outside, he would do anything for Lily, and therefore agreed to go on the camping trip with her.
Relationships: Best Friends with Tiger Lily, otherwise TBD

Writing Sample: See Lily's CS

"You should never take more than you give."
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codedbycrucialstar​

 

[Winter_Wolf]

Beth Maher

Age: 18

Sexuality: heterosexual

Height: 5'4"

Appearance: Beth inherited darker hair from her father (it was darker before it started turning more gray). Usually she doesn't do anything too crazy with it, but prefers to let it hang straight down or favor one shoulder/side if she isn't wearing a hat. She can often be seen wearing bright colored clothing, a little bracelet with "probably a mermaid" on it, and earbuds. A lot of the time Beth will wear trucker style hats.

Distinguishing Features: her blue eyes and/or smile; a green Connemara marble claddagh ring, a gift from her father’s past business trip to Ireland. She wears it so that the heart faces outward, which signifies that she’s looking for love, per the tradition. Occasionally she has a cigar--her father is involved in the cigar business, and owns a shop/lounge.

Positive traits: motivated, kind, funny

Negative traits: temperamental, envious, frustrated

Brief Personality: Beth is a temperamental, emotional, frustrated, yet fun-loving girl. Perhaps it is similar with other girls her age, but it's how she is. She enjoys having fun and doing what she wants to do, but she is increasingly frustrated with her "station in life" (as she would say). Beth doesn't like being single and is eager to get out of the house; experience life. No wonder she wants to come to camp! She doesn't know what kind of career (or college) she wants, which also causes her some frustration. However she tries to remind herself that all she needs to do is enjoy her time camping.

Other: Beth has a gaming channel online, which she generally enjoys doing, and this channel has become more and more popular lately. She loves it as a form of fun escapism, like playing her playlist through the day or with the windows down in the car, but she’s willing to give up the gaming for camping. She has a bit of camping experience.

A small sample of her "windows down escapism" playlist, a combo of her favorite summer-themed fun-loving songs, carefree songs, and outlaw songs.

"All Summer Long" - Kid Rock
“Outlaw State of Mind” - Chris Stapleton
“Better Days Ahead” - Paul Thorn
“Carolina in the Pines” - Michael Martin Murphey
"Copperhead Road" - Steve Earle
"River of Love" - George Strait
"When the Sun Goes Down" - Kenny Chesney
"This Life" - Sons of Anarchy Soundtrack
"Colt 45" - James Carothers
"American Saturday Night" - Brad Paisley
“Greener Pastures” - Brothers Osborne

 

[VixelWolf]

NOX ASHTON

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BASIC INFORMATION

AGE: 19

GENDER: Male​

PRONOUNS: He/Him​

ROMANTIC/SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Female (Straight)​

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BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Sunriver, Oregon​

SOCIAL CLASS: Lower Class​

EDUCATION LEVEL: High School Senior​

PET(S): Cinis, German Shepherd, 4yrs, Male​

ARRESTS?: He's been to multiple Juvenile Detention Centers throughout his life. He's been on probation as well, but his behavior has steadily improved in the past year. One more arrest away from going to jail.​

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Plays guitar and sings an act at a local music bar.​

MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: His Brazilian Rosewood guitar. It belong to his late father.​

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SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: He's got a decent amount of strength.​

INTELLIGENCE: Nox is of average intelligence. He's never been much for studying or doing book work. Or any type of academic work for that matter. He isn't an idiot, but he's no Einstein.​

TEAMWORK: When in a group, Nox has a tendency to take charge of the situation. He doesn't really like being given order, but he knows when to push aside the BS.​

TALENTS: He can sing very well and plays the guitar and piano. He's also a songwriter.​

SHORTCOMINGS: When it comes to anything construction related, he's clueless.​

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PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

EYE COLOR: Emerald Green​

HAIR COLOR: Jet Black​

HAIR TYPE/STYLE: He keeps it at medium length. It's usually pretty messy.​

HEIGHT: 6'5​

WEIGHT: 250 lb​

BUILD: A broad chest, yet slender body. Almost like a swimmer.​

SKIN TONE: Pale​

TATTOOS: A purple & black dragon tattoo on his back. A black wolf tattoo on each shoulder.​

PIERCINGS: Silver lip piercing, silver bull nose ring, silver earring in right ear.​

MARKS/SCARS: Multiple scars along his knuckles and back. Faint scars throughout his body.​

CLOTHING STYLE: Black/Purple clothes. Usually jeans w/ a flannel or T-shirt. Black boots.​

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PSYCHOLOGY

TEMPERAMENT: Nox doesn't have the best reign on his temper, but he's been more in check with it recently,​

MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: Mild Depression​

SOCIABILITY: He prefers to stick by himself, but can be roped into a conversation and doesn't shy away from starting one himself.​

DRUG USE: Oh yes. Nothing too major, but he does use occasionally.​

ALCOHOL USE: Always stealing from that liquor cabinet.​

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: Definitely. It's why he was sent to juvy so many times.​

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PERSONALITY

DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: The need to support himself and make his late father and older brother proud. To one day get his mother back.​

FEARS: His stepfather (will never admit it), Heights, and failing his mother even more.​

POSITIVE TRAITS: Authoritative, Selfless, Protective, Loyal, Curious, Ambitious, and Creative.​

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Rebellious, Aggressive/Hot-Headed, Impulsive, Over-Competitive, Loner, Reckless, and Jealous.​

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FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: Writing/playing music​

ANIMAL: Wolf​

COLOR: Purple​

MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Motorcycle​

MUSICAL ARTIST: Ed Sheeran​

WEATHER: Rain​

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ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: To become a famous musician with a record label.​

GREATEST FEAR: His mother's death due to his negligence.​

MOST AT EASE WHEN: He's writing in his Lyric Book​

LEAST AT EASE WHEN: He's being yelled at.​

BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: Landing a permanent spot at the Music Bar he works at.​

BIGGEST REGRET: Leaving his mother behind with his no good stepfather.​

BIGGEST SECRET: He was abused by his stepfather for years before he was finally able to leave.​

TOP PRIORITIES: Grow as a musician, Go back for his mother, Stay out of trouble. He has one strike left.​

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OTHER

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[Alvaris]

Name
Nolan Tobias Cardoff

Nickname
Nolan

Appearance
Nolan has brown hair and dark brown eyes. He is 5’11 and muscular; his build is more athletic and he has definition. He has a small scar on his chest when he fell out of a tree as a boy. He also has a tattoo on his right arm (he's right handed).


Age
18

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Likes
Running
The forest
Reading
Food
Cars
Music
Computers

Dislikes
Loud people
Dishonest people
Storms
Bananas


Personality
Nolan is kind, intelligent, sarcastic, and witty. Nolan is laid back and loves to go with the flow; plans are equally great, but he enjoys spontaneity. He doesn’t like being told what to do when he views you as an equal, but he doesn’t have a problem with authority. He’s the kind of guy that doesn’t mind standing alone as long as he is standing for what he believes in. Nolan is a more upbeat person and enjoys hanging out.

Often Nolan is the level-headed one of any group. He doesn’t lose control often and has great self-control. He cares a lot about his future and doesn’t want his reputation tarnished by getting involves with drugs/alcohol. Nolan is described as a mellow guy and he’s generally willing to help anyone out. He will step in when he sees a situation getting out of control, but he is more apt to do that when people he cares about are involved. He isn’t always in touch with his emotions and can sometimes appear aloof. If no one is willing to take a leadership role he will, but he prefers helping out than leading.

Nolan is dependable and loyal. He’s always supporting his friends and lending a hand. He is giving person and enjoys spending time with people he cares about. Nolan is more outgoing, but he loves time alone. Nolan is a good listener and not always forthcoming about himself. When he grows comfortable with people they get to see a goofier side of him.

History
Nolan was adopted by the Cardoff’s when he was an infant. His mother died during childbirth and his father was never around. He has two siblings; one is five years older than him and the other is six years older. Nolan and his family are close and well off. He never went without or wanted for much. Despite this, his parents instilled a great work ethic in him, making him get a part time job when he was young. They didn’t want him to become a spoiled child (like the many they had seen).​