[smol ken]

Res if I have time

[Jaskiest]

marking to watch where he goes <3

[Sheer]

Marking to watch, maybe enter if I have the time. ^^

[squints]

marking omg

tried for this kid already

[Anza]

➛ name: Anactasia Solovyova
➛ goes by: Ana
➛ gender: female
➛ orientation: demisexual
➛ occupation: performer at The Del Mar Circus
➛ origin: Russia
➛ birthday: January 5th
➛ age: 18

Well hello there! I guess you came here to learn about me.
My name is Anactasia Solovyova, but nobody calls me that
unless your my parents and I’m in trouble. I guess my story
starts when I was born, the exact location was in
Moscow, Russia. My parents were then small time circus
owners but after my birth, as luck would have it, they
became big time and now were traveling all over the world
with our performance. I am a proud to be a part of our
circus family and I treasure every moment of it!

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Personality:
Well, I am a girl of different characteristics that's for sure!
Its hard to describe yourself and be objective and all but I
try. I am a hard worker that's one word that sure to describe
me. I work hard to achieve whatever goal that I have in mind
but that also makes me a bit stubborn. I tend to have a one
track mind when I'm determined to get something, that makes
me come off as a bit egocentric and selfish. But honestly, I care
about others a lot. You see a circus is a team, and without caring
for each other a show is hard to pull off. Others say that I have a
kind heart to others and I'm good at making friends rapidly.

I sometimes come off as a bit over competitive and a sore looser.
But when I loose (which is hard to do in a performance which is
not a competition) it just makes me work harder on myself. Perhaps
my biggest flaw is that I tend to find it hard to break out of the norm
and stand out in my own. That desire I have to conform is something
I work hard to break out of. I wish to learn to stand on my own term
and voice my opinions on things.

But overall, I am a softy that will attack you with hugs and kindness
and have the desire to be your friend forever. If you look past my
occasional showing off of my skills I love to listen to others and help
them with their problems. I'll be your friend to.

The Family:
I was born to a mother who was a professional ballet dancer
and the daughter of an infamous mob boss in Russia. He loves
our family and protects us wherever we go, despite my mom’s
best attempts at estranging him. He sends the loveliest
postcards to me every holiday. My father is our current
ringmaster who worked and still does as our head clown; he
makes my mother smile with his constant jokes. As for siblings
I have a twin brother named Henry, who I love dearly but
who bugs me all the time. He has incredible juggling abilities
that he loves to show off with dinner plates every day. I
once had an older sister who I was incredibly close to. Her
name was Rachel and she still haunts my dreams with her
bell-like laughs and soft smiles. She died from cancer in New
York City and not a day goes by where I don’t miss her.

My family in Russia consists of my somewhat estranged
maternal grandfather who loves us kids to death and a
paternal grandmother that sends us cookies and Russian
candies almost every month. Whenever we visit my father
insists on us having a family dinner after a good showing
of our show in the Big Theater of Moscow. There I get to see
all of my cousins and aunts who I hardly hear from. My cousin
Nadia is the best tho. She's an aspiring artist that sends me
gorgeous paintings for my birthday. Those paintings decorate
the walls of my trailer and bring a smile to my face whenever
I look at them.

Why I Perform:
If someone was to ask me that question the answer would be very easy: the glitter. I love the fact that with one swipe of the makeup brush I can turn myself into someone else. Someone the audience sees as a heavenly angel whose abilities are interesting to look at. In all seriousness, when I step out into the spotlight I’m blinded by the light shinned into my eyes and the quietness of the hundreds of people observing me. I feel like I know who I am, and I feel whole because of it. I often feel split between lives, between the places I’ve been to and the places I will go. When you leave a bit of your heart in every city you visit, what do you get? You get your heart scattered around the globe. But when I perform; even just for a millisecond I feel myself coming together into one. Performing is my passion. It is like acting, dancing and entertaining in one. It is a world of magic and it’s a world I don’t wish to leave.

Getting Lost:
I have a little habit that I do every time we reach a ‘slow’ part of the trip. When the circus travels cross-country over North America, we conserve energy every morning by slowing down the carts on the train and going at a much slower speed then we normally do. When this happens I discreetly take off my pajamas, put on some athletic clothes and slip out of my trailer door. I then proceed to jog next to the carts and maintain my speed. It’s a daily run that I do which I really enjoy as it helps me prepare, cardioly, for the strains my performance puts on me. One day I was jogging besides the carts when we went under a bridge in a wooded area of the pathway. When I looked up next I couldn’t believe my eyes! There next to the railroad was a small school surrounded by athletic fields of green grass. And by then the train had left me behind and it took long to catch up to by foot. I almost lost my home! But I always knew that my family would find me even if I had in fact gotten lost.

My Trailer:
My room is a trailer which is small but cozy. I’m not one for being neat but because of the constant motion of the train and the danger of flying objects my parents and my sister insist. My bed is on the left on the far wall of the trailer under a beautifully large window on which I have a habit of sticking stickers on. Next to it is a table that folds into the side of the lockers in which I shove all my things. The thing about flying objects is that they hurt only if there hard, right? So my bed is practically never made and covered with multiple blankets and assortments of stuffed animals I picked up as we traveled from city to city. Back when I shared the trailer with my sister, she would take the bed next to the door. I still stare at the spot where she would sit on her bed and laugh to some joke I read off of a sign that I saw outside of my window. Now a lonely bean bag chair rests there on top of a carpet. The day my parents make me get a new roommate will be the day I have to give that corner up to someone else.

The day I wanted to leave the circus:
The days when life on the artistic road become hard to manage hurts. It makes you dought yourself, after all you were the one who wanted to take that difficult road in the first place. That day occurred to me on several occasions. The first time it hit me was on a joint show in New York City. This ‘joint show’ would feature both our circus and local performers who would join us in several acts. The performance looked so comfortable with each other and they seemed to know every place in there city. I envied the fact that they seemed so tied to one place while I felt as though pieces of my heart were left all over the world.

[fab!.]

Username: fab.
Name: Maxon
Gender: Male
Personality: Calm, collected, but has outbursts of energy and mood swings at time. Is an honest sweetheart.
Story: (At least 300 word requirement) Grew up around nature, now has his own huge garden, and cares for small critters,
loves gardening.
Art: (At least 2 art pieces) him in his garden
human form myabe
Extra: (At least 2 extras) Playlist for him
Struggles in his life, and how he overcame them

eee what a nice plumie ;u; certainly gonna see if i have the time

[Silver Pandorica]

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Riley Keating
Magician/Illusionist
(Specializes in card tricks and close up magic)
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~Male
~Heterosexual
~24 years of age
~Australian

Personality
Riley is one of those difficult types to discern. Depending on who you ask, you could get a multitude of answers ranging from quiet and introverted to confident and outgoing. Part of the reason is because Riley likes to keep people questioning. Then he can surprise them. However, this is also due to his insecurities. Despite being a world-famous illusionist, he has his insecurities. Everyone deals with being insecure in different ways. Riley pushes through it by acting charismatic and self-assured. No one can put him down. When he puts on his shows, he goes all out, being as bold as possible. If you aren't comfortable with the audience, the audience won't be comfortable with you. His tricks wouldn't be nearly as convincing if he was shy. After years of teaching himself to relax around others and just go with the flow, its worked its way into his personality. Its much too stressful trying to act like someone you're not, so he has learned be himself, for lack of less cliche words...

Now for his shy side. While a lot of people are more comfortable around their families than around strangers, Riley is the opposite. As a child, he always felt like his creativity and freedom was being stifled. Born into a rich family, with his mother a doctor and his father a lawyer, he felt he couldn't be himself around them. They weren't home often, so he was left alone much of the time since he had no siblings. Being an only child was lonely and isolated, and it caused him to become quite shy around other kids. During those rare times when his parents were home, they would eat a quiet dinner and he would watch his parents talk stiffly to each other, almost never addressing him. When they did, it seemed strained. He was also told that he would go into something similar to their occupations and that someday he would go to either medical school or law school. They often argued over which one it would be while Riley sat quietly pondering the subject. He didn't want to be either of those. He wanted to do something...fun. His parents would here none of that, however, and would always end the conversation quickly when it was brought up.

To sum it up, Riley is extremely uncomfortable whenever he visits with his family and therefore doesn't do it often. Its not like they want to see him anyway. He has practically been shunned for becoming a "useless practitioner of silly pranks." But as he likes to tell himself, suck it up and keep going.

(Riley flipping a card in his boredom)
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"A snippet of my childhood"
(Narrated by Riley Keating)

It's strange how as you get older you remember the strangest, most random things. When I was eight, still living with my parents, obviously, I remember sitting alone in the large living room on the couch, reading comics. It was really the only type of reading that interested me then, especially Calvin and Hobbes. Oh, those ones are the best. Anyway, the fireplace was lit to warm the room and I was curled up in a soft blanket. It was a cold winter afternoon, one of my least favorite times of the year (I love winter now, though). I was minding my own business when a knock sounded on the door. That was odd. Who would come on a Sunday when it's freezing outside? The door opened and there was a bit of chatter, then Estella entered the room. Estella was the housekeeper who doubled as my nanny. So when I say alone, I don't mean completely alone, but we didn't talk much.

"Master Riley," she said politely. "There's someone here to see you."

I turned my head and looked back at her over the edge of the sofa. "Who is it?" I asked, both confused and anxious.

Estella played with the hem of her skirt, looking sheepish. "Well, you see, your parents arranged a play date for you with one of the neighborhood children." My eyes widened and I threw the blanket over my head. At the time, I hadn't yet broke out of my shell and was shy as heck. "Sir, your parents require it."

There was no arguing with my parents. If I didn't do this, they would be upset with me, to say the least. "O-okay." Very slowly, I pulled the blanket off and stood up, knees wobbling, and walked to the front door. Estella led the way and stood in front of the door while I peeped my head cautiously around the wall. A young plume was standing there, rocking back and forth on his paws.

When he saw me he brightened significantly and hopped inside. "Hi!" He exclaimed loudly, tossing his fluorescent orange scarf to the ground.

My ears flattened behind my head and I took a step back. "H-h-hello."

The kid bounced around the first floor with limitless energy. "Wow! Your house is ginormous!" He screeched to a stop inches away from my face. I so desperately wanted to hide, but knew I couldn't go against my parents wishes. They wanted me to make friends, although they didn't really understand I didn't want any. All I wanted was to read my comics...by myself. As you can imagine, the rest of the date didn't go so well. The kid was extremely invasive, throwing things around my room and moving things out of their perfect place. It drove my OCD crazy. I weakly tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen. He kept trying to play with me, but only came up unsuccessful. So I became the secondary character who usually ended up dying in most of his games. The pilot that crash-landed, the passenger who fell overboard, the evil villain who needed to be defeated...he forced me into these roles and I had no idea what to do.

By the time he left I was exhausted. My white fur was stained with grapejuice he'd spilt all over and everything in my room was screwed up. My figurines were all out of order and a few of them were even broken. The vintage comic books were pulled off the shelves and a couple were torn. It was one of the worst things I'd ever experienced up to that point in my life. Thankfully, the kid never returned, probably because I was so "boring." The entire experience made me even more afraid of people then I was before. It wasn't until I unlocked my passion that I finally broke away from my anxiety, but you'll hear about that later.


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Is this an odd hobby or what?
When he's not planning out the course of his next showing or wooing his friends with small tricks, Riley has a few other hobbies to turn to, one of which is his fascination with customizing shoes. The shoes provided in stores are so often bland and boring, and the ones that aren't are usually sized for little kids. So as a result of his want for fun footwear, Riley decided to paint his own. Buying a pair of plain white slip-ons and some acrylic paint, he went to work. It took a lot of time, but eventually he finished. Now he wears these shoes to every one of his shows. He has painted other pairs, of course, but these are special to him, since they were his very first.

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Why magic?
(Narrated by Riley Keating)

So how did I become interested in magic in the first place? It happened in a rather strange way, actually. I was about ten when it happened. My parents were getting all dressed up for an opera taking place that night. I had also been stuffed into a suit, since I was being dragged along for some "family bonding time." Of course, we always did what my parents wanted to do, never what I wanted. Anyway, we soon got into my dad's fancy jet black car and drove down to the opera house.

Swarms of people crowded the area, but my father was determined to get good seats, so we ended up pushing through everyone, me with my head bowed down in shame. Why did he have to be so impatient? As a result of his rudeness, we got some of the best seats in the house. As soon as the lights dimmed and the show began, however, none other then a single plumie dressed in a black and white tux came onto the stage. Bright lights flashed and he spoke into his microphone. "Welcome ladies and gentleman, to the greatest show of your lives!" Exciting music played in the background. I wasn't expecting an opera to be so fun. My parents were not pleased, however. After inspecting their tickets and talking in annoyed whispers to an employee, they found that the date on the tickets were wrong. The show was supposed to be the next night. My father tried to get us to leave, but I convinced him to stay...with a little help from my mother. She seemed to be the only one taking the hint that I was actually interested now. For once, she cared about me.

The show continued and I stared with fascination. I was in complete awe of the plumerian's tricks and illusions and desperately wanted to know how they worked. He called volunteers from the front up to the stage, and since we were in a box seat I had no chance of getting picked, but I watched nonetheless. The plume did wonderful tricks and even cut a lady in half. He also hypnotized some plumies. It was funny watching them fall asleep at the clap of his paws. The card tricks interested me the most, and again and again he named people's cards without looking at them. At the end of the show, he disappeared in a shower of cards and the crowd cheered.

As expected, my parents were bored to death with the show, but they don't have a single creative bone in their body. I, on the other hand, was thrilled. As soon as we got home, I ran to the family computer and began to research the magician. He did shows all over the world, wooing people with his magical stunts. After much scouring of the internet, I came across something that grabbed my attention. The very illusionist that had performed had created a tutorial on one of his smaller tricks, teaching one how to make a coin disappear. In my rush of excitement, I snatched a coin from my father's wallet and practiced the step by step instructions. It took a bit of time, but I mastered it. It was such a simple trick that looking back on it almost makes me laugh, but back then I had just achieved something new.

My fascination with illusions only grew, and let me tell you right now, my parents greatly disapproved of it. I spent all my allowance on cards and small kits, gathering knowledge over the years, practicing as much as I could. At last, I began to come out from underneath my blanket of shyness for the sole purpose of practicing on other people. Some were impressed, which made me glow with pride. I had never really been encouraged before. It felt...good. I became more and more comfortable with others, which helped me along in my journey. When I was fourteen, my parents called me to speak to them, something they had been doing a lot lately, and I don't mean that in a good way. They were very strict with me that day, more then ever before, and they told me to stop the nonsense of my useless tricks. I should be doing something more practical, they said. I had tried to reason with them, not wanting to give up my newfound passion, but they wouldn't listen. From that day forward, I had to hide my hobby, practicing shut up in my room or with trusted friends. It was hard, but I pushed through.

At eighteen I graduated high school. It was expected that I would go to a highly praised college, but little did my parents know, that wasn't at all what I had in mind. One weekend, when they were away as usual, I made a decision I had been rolling around in my brain for months...I was going to leave home. Knowing I only had a couple days before they returned, I packed up my things and took my leave. Estella was very aware of this plan and fully supported me, even though she would most likely be blamed. But I was an adult now and could decide for myself what I wanted to do with my life. Taking my car, I left without a word to my parents.

Being their son, I had enough money to sustain myself until I could get a job. I rented a small apartment, which took some getting used to, and got hired as a waiter at a nearby restaurant. It was a simple life, but it was my life. I stayed in touch with the few friends I had and continued to pursue magic. Now, being a professional illusionist is a difficult career to snag, so it took me years before I even started to perform, but I worked my way there...eventually. However, it took years before I was able to quit my waiter job and dedicate all my time to my passion. My breakthrough was when I started coming up with my own tricks and stunts. That's what really set my career off. A few years back I moved from Australia to America, which really gave me that extra push.

So, there you have it. Now I travel all over the nation, sometimes even to other countries to perform. Its a thrilling job, one that never bores me. Its quite fun traveling from place to place and meeting new people, and its even more invigorating to impress them with my shows. But none of this ever would have happened if my parents' tickets hadn't been printed with the wrong date. Funny, isn't it?

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(All art by me)

[redventure]

Username: Azariah
Name:
Gender: Male
Personality:
Story: (At least 300 word requirement)
Art: (At least 2 art pieces)
Extra: (At least 2 extras)
Wip!

[koegami]

Marking May enter

[Creative]

Username: Creative
Name: Technik
Gender: Male

For the most part, Technik can come across as a rather quiet plumerian as he tends to keep to himself and do his own work rather than bother someone else with what he's doing. But though he's quiet, he isn't shy, as the nightlife and the bustle of the city streets is the reason he loves taking walks at night. There's a certain music to the city, a laugh from a passerby here or there, the near constant hum of cars zooming by. Everything in the city flows in sync with one another and there's been many times where Technik has sat on a bench at a bus stop and just listened to the city around him as it orchestrates a symphony.

Despite Technik's calm demeanor, there's a fire in him that he's had since he was a child. Even when he was little, he always felt as if he'd do wonderful, great things when he was older. Influence people, influence the world around him, even if it's only locally, even if it's small. To influence something, to leave your own personal mark, something like that would persist through time. And he knows he was meant to do something with his life. He just is struggling to figure out what right now.

But even though he's a bit restless working in a job he no longer loves, Technik tries not to let this discourage him. At least, not anymore he doesn't. Not now that he's working towards his goal, towards pursuing what he truly loves, something that he can do to positively impact the world around him and make people's lives all the better through this impact. Exactly what that one thing is, he's not yet sure, but he is determined to find out.


Technik tends to not sweat the small stuff, opting to let things roll off his back rather than get too upset about them. But, this method of coping can lead to avoidance on his part. If something is important and an immediate issue, Tech has the bad tendency to shrug it off and pretend that stressful situation isn't there and doesn't need his immediate attention. The more large problems that pile up, the less likely he is to deal with them until it finally all blows up in his face and he is forced to confront the problems at their worst stages, which just makes him less likely to deal with another large problem when it surfaces again. While he's good at dealing with smaller problems by not letting them bother him, he lets this go too far sometimes.

Like with bigger problems he has to deal with, larger workloads also tend to make Tech procrastinate longer than he should. Though having more commissions and work to do should make him focus harder on the tasks at hand, it tends to do the opposite with him, making it extremely hard for him to focus on any one of the tasks. This usually ends with him getting overwhelmed a bit until he forces himself to pick on problem and deal with it from there.

On top of that, it doesn't typically help Technik that he can be easily distracted, usually by the view from his apartment. Even if he focuses on his work as hard as he can, there's always a chance that something else will catch his eye and pull him off track. He tries to overcome this by setting up goals for himself to finish whatever it is he's working on before doing something else and putting what he's working on off for later.

Overall though, Technik is a friendly, though quiet, plumerian who simultaneously loves putting himself out there to meet new people, and also keeping to himself to do his own thing. He has his faults, like not coping well with stress and being a bit stubborn at times, but he tries his best at everything he does. No matter what it is, Tech will throw himself into his work, be it for fun or his job, and give it his all...At least before he becomes distracted. He's content and grateful for the life he has, but he feels deep down in his soul that he could do something so much greater than himself if he could just grab the chance to prove himself.

The moon is full in the sky, lights from other buildings shining in through the curtains hanging over window on the wall. The symphony of the night is in full swing, and yet Technik is trapped inside his own apartment, unable to enjoy the sights and sounds of the city in the dark. His situation right now is his own fault though, as it usually is when he finds himself unable to spare the time to go on a late night walk. Had he been doing his work diligently, his deadline would have been met, and he would not be currently sitting at his desk banging his head against the laptop as if blunt force trauma would invoke an idea for his client's logo, due in the morning.

He should have just gotten it done earlier in the week, but he had felt no spark of inspiration or passion as he once used to when trying to create a design. Without that passion for his work, Technik was left with no muse to create and every piece that came from him he had to force and struggle with every step of the way, fighting with his own creation to be to bring it to life.

He had wanted this life though, he had practiced and practiced his art skills to get to this point, that he could work from home and design logos for large companies. He had achieved his dream goal, and yet now only a couple years into it, the creativity he once held was gone, as if evaporated entirely from his mind. His lines and physical skills were as competent and professional as ever, but the dreams behind them, the expressions of the lines, was lacking severely.

The sole reason Technik had gotten into graphic design was because he was passionate for it, for being able to affect something that was so wide spread. Art could influence the world around it, and it was for that reason he had thrown himself into graphic design, so he could positively influence, even just a tiny bit, the world around him through art. He took classes on graphic design, on composition, art history, everything and anything he needed to get a respectable position in this art world, and yet when he now had everything he had wanted, he was growing overworked and numb to the works he was creating. It wasn't enough. This was no longer what he wanted to do, forcing out idea after idea so he could fulfill the commission. He wasn't happy anymore with this job.

Technik gave a harsh sigh and pushed his chair away from his desk, rising and walking to the window that looked out onto the darkened street. Bright beams from the street lights lit up the road every few feet showing the people still walking about late, either on their way home or getting exercise, the buildings with their windows of lights like a night sky in and of itself. He needed to work on this logo desperately but he had been at it all day attempting to design this logo to no avail. Perhaps it was time for a break, some fresh air, and maybe when he returned he would be refreshed enough to have at least a sketch done.

With that mindset, Technik grabbed a light jacket and headed down stairs to the darkened streets. Hands in his pockets, he breathed in a deep breath of relief, it was as though by simply getting away from his cramped apartment, a weight on his mind was already lifting. The night air itself had only a slight chill to it, but with the wind came small bites of harsher cold. He paid it no mind though, too caught up in listening to the silence of the night, broken by the cars and the people milling about, the owls that begun to take flight to catch their food for the night. There was nothing so nerve-calming as this, to wander the city aimless and let your mind clear.

Tech could see his breath on the wind, barely there before it was gone again. How long had he been walking already? Thirty or so minutes? He turned around to start meandering his way back to the apartment to finish his commissioned piece. A sketch, he could do that. He just needed to sit down and focus and he could knock it right out. He tried to give himself a pep talk as he walked home, though paused when he heard a sound he didn't usually hear coming from this side street.

The low, constant thrumming of bass, muffled by walls and distance. Now that he was looking, he could see the neon lights a couple blocks away, a siren's beckoning to his work-weary mind. He gave in, letting himself be pulled towards the music and the lights, the promise of a new club too much for him to ignore when he needed to relax and have fun for a bit before returning to the work at hand.

He came upon a little hole in the wall type building nestled between two much larger ones, its stairs leading down from the sidewalk to the entrance. The bright neon pink, blue, and green sign read "Fate's Calling" and the thinner, plastic banner hanging beneath it advertised the club's grand opening debut. The name was a little on the nose, but Technik was intrigued.

Opening the door, it was a brightly lit venue, people hanging in crowds next to the seating area, laughing and smiling. The dance floor was full, people jumping and bouncing around in time with the upbeat and cheerful music. Immediately the friendly atmosphere melted the last remains of the stress that was plaguing Technik, a smile growing on his face and his whole posture relaxing a bit. He made a beeline for the dance floor, happily joining in on the party as one upbeat song melted into another. This was what he needed, to lose himself to the music for a while, to enjoy the company of others, to relax.

By the time Technik left his new favorite place to go, he was smiling without a care, the worries and insecurities of his art lost to the beats of the music he'd spent the last hour listening to. He'd met new people, laughed with them, and he was as refreshed as ever as he headed back to his apartment in a rush. New ideas for the logo he'd been creatively stuck on were popping up in his head like weeds.

In no time, he'd sketched not one, not two, but three different variations of the commissioned logo, each with a color palette and explained key design choices. Wasting not a moment, he scanned them in and sent them off in an email before leaning back in his chair to admire the job well done. The client would pick one of the three that they liked best and the two of them could go from there on changes and such. Tech almost didn't notice how his foot was still tapping to the song that had been playing as he left.

For many, that place may have been overwhelming, but for Technik, it was a well needed burst of energy into his night. He felt revitalized, like he could do anything -- draw anything. He hadn't felt this way in months.

Fate's Calling. Still, he couldn't help but think the name was a little too obvious, at least for him, but he couldn't deny the way he felt now compared to how he had only a few hours ago. This, this was what he needed. Once upon a time it was drawing that had given him such energy and motivation, but now all those activities seemed to only drain whatever energy he had left. But hearing that music, it inspired him in a way that was unexpected.

And Technik knew what he had to do. This was what he had been waiting for, his moment. He had gotten into the design business to change the world, to influence it, but the way he felt now. Music had done that. He had to use this inspiration to go find what he truly loved to do. It was no question, he was made for greater things than just a logo for a new snack company. He was made for more, destined for more. And he would find out what it was. No more waiting around. Not anymore. Not ever again.

Though Technik doesn't like his job of being a graphic designer very much anymore, there was a time when that was his passion and all he wanted to do was draw whatever someone else wanted. Ever since he was a kid, Technik always felt as though he was meant to do something important with his life. He had a fire in him, he wanted to do something important, something meaningful that people would remember and that would make a lasting impression on the world, no matter how big or small that may be.

As he grew up, that feeling never quite faded. It went away at times, got put on the backburner, but it never truly left. He started practicing art, started to draw and develop his skills and when he did, he could feel that passion for being an influence on the world come back in full force. Art had always been used to make an impact on the world, and with that in mind, Technik threw himself into art and developing his skill in art. He drew and drew, going to college to take even more art classes, learning about elements of design, all so he could positively impact the world through something small like designs.

And he loved it, he was living his dream. But that dream faded the more he drew, until it no longer felt like anything he was doing ever changed anything, like all his ideas were stale and contrived. He lost his passion for art, but even so he kept at it. It took him longer on average to produce the same kind of piece than he normally would. But he couldn't force himself to work any faster than he was already doing. He was trying to throw himself into his work like always, he was trying to get that spark of inspiration back, that motivation that made him proud to be an artist, but no matter what he did, nothing seemed as bright as before.

It was like he was jaded to his own work, having seen it over an over everything looked the same no matter what he tried to do. He wanted to evoke emotions through his designs, through the posters he made, but all he ever ended up doing was feeling numb to his own art. If he was feeling that way, than surely his clients were as well. He began to doubt himself, doubt his skill and work, and he became more and more cynical about art in general.

It wasn't until he found the Fate's Calling club that he found his muse for art again, and he found his motivation to continue and was able to see the brightness of his works and in other art as well again. With the blaring music and bright lights, a welcoming sign hung above the door advertising "Opening night! Come join the fun and bring your dance shoes!", he felt more at home with himself than he had in months. Everyone around him was enjoying themselves, they were laughing and dancing and talking and it was fun.

It was exciting and new and it caught his interest immediately. Time and again he found himself back there to dance his worries and anxieties away. The club became an outlet for his negative emotions and a muse for his imagination when it came to art. Perhaps it really was 'Fate's Calling,' but it was the push that Technik needed to start examining himself more, to really look at himself and where he was in life and ask himself if he was happy.

He wasn't.

It was right then that he decided to start saving money so he could quit his job and start trying to look for his own happiness elsewhere, to grab his goal again, to be a positive influence in the world, to change some aspect of it for the better, to influence people. His passion returned, but not for art. For music.



For the most part, Technik doesn't actually have a lot of free time. Most of his time is spent doing commissions or otherwise practicing art. During the night, he winds down by taking a walk along the sidewalks of the city, letting his mind wander, or going to the Fate's Calling. But though he doesn't have much free time though, Tech does have a few hobbies that he wishes he could spend more time doing and practicing.

First of all, Tech loves to cook. He loves learning new recipes to try, and his favorite is making fried rice on the stove and adding whatever he can to it until it's something he's never tried before. Unfortunately though, cooking can take up a lot of time, time that can be better spent doing either a more productive hobby, or work. To compromise on this though so he can still do the cooking he loves, he always has at least one crockpot going that he'll check on throughout the day.

Other than cooking, Technik actually really enjoys knitting surprisingly enough. He'll often give them out freely to people since it's just a fun hobby for him. When the weather starts getting colder is when he really starts getting more enthusiastic about it of course. He can only really make scarves so far... He hasn't tried anything else, but he's content to the simplicity of just making multicolored scarves with patterns on them. They're just for fun and honestly he likes making a big pile of his softest scarves and using them as a pillow when he takes a break from his work.

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