[sillies]

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Mark

[fab!.]

Username: fab.
Name: Mika
Gender: Male
Their Job & What They Think of It: graffiti artist - they don't view it as vandalism, as they're paid to do it on old derelict buildings to brighten up the town. He thinks it's a way to get more people to visit, and really hopes it'll raise the town back to its once glorious standards. wip

[~Soul~]

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Username: ~Soul~
Name: Kenji
Gender: Male

Their Job & What They Think of It:
Tea Master and Shop Owner

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[catyclaws]

Username: catyclaws
Name: Sage Lawrence
Gender: Non binary (Assigned male at birth)
Their Job & What They Think of It: Sage is currently working at a flower shop in a small town. Their job is to deliver the flowers to whomever had ordered them. They had always found their job rather simple, although Sage would sometimes get annoyed when the customers complain about how long it took the flowers to be delivered to the location. Sage also feels that they are getting a lot of exercise by running bundles of flowers house to house, which most might not get a lot of while working at places such as book stores or candy shops. Sage also feels the job is perfect for them because they had always enjoyed the vibrant colors a flower contained and they remember wearing nothing but flower based clothing as a kit. Their career seemed as if it was made for them.

[angelshy]

friendly bump ! c:

[colambo]

MARK

[dolly]

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[rem sleep]

Username: Trollish
Name: Crow
Gender: Male
Their Job & What They Think of It:

Position - Miner Optional Background Music
Crow watched as the rows of rock layers passed by monotonously as they did every day and would undoubtedly every day following. It was a simple routine he practiced on the elevator down, sometimes testing whether he could name the rock layers as they passed him, while other times he just noted the small, overall insignificant changes. It was a slow but sturdy ride, a descent Crow had been used to since he was hardly ten years of age, his father having roped him into the family business through brief lessons even in childhood which eventually mounted to his current position-- here, in the elevator shaft, the metal grated walls providing holes though which to see the passing rock. How rivetting, Crow thought to himself dismally, we're about there, though, so at least that's something...

Crow waited once he had reached the bottom. The elevator door lazily swung open and he stepped out-- first with one foot, placing it surely on the rock before him. The path was paved and industrialized, professionally refined for its new purpose, and it was smooth under Crow's boot-- but he still found himself uneasy at the mouth of the miner's den. Despite the place beyond being full of life it had always come off somehow unnatural for there to be a civilization of sorts so many feet below the surface of all known society. He moved fully from the lift and exited to walk amongst the other miners at work. In this way, he could say, his work was boring-- almost mundane, really. He went to pickup his equipment, cradled nicely in a large duffle bag, and then he began a long walk.

He passed the refined parts of his work-- the small space for an office that supervised those around it. There was a large, open space down here-- mined out for centuries by those who had dedicated their lives to the practice. At first it had been to search for precious mineral, but then at some point it had taken a new purpose. The miners had almost isolated themselves below, and with it now being safe to just remain, many mined out rock-side homes for themselves, or simply cleared more area so they could lay their sleeping bags down for the night-- and in the middle of it all, the office stood slightly higher, slightly taller, looking out at the field of sleeping bags and dug-out houses, ever watchful of those within. Crow walked past the area for said sleeping bags, eyeing a few napping workers, so removed from the sunlight that they had forgotten the time and no longer had use for it. Past the office overseers and the open array of colored bags-- Crow reached his work space.

Before him several dug-out passages branched out in many ways, each presenting more forks and offshots than the last. Crow knew to follow a certain arrangement and, sure-footed, he moved about the cave passages. He'd dug them out many years ago, perhaps, it'd been a good while, he knew at the least, and as he passed through them he carefully noted their stability, recalling age always made him skeptical of the stability of structures-- or perhaps cautious was the right word. The passages were cramped in places and more roomy in others, though never sizable, and as Crow passed them the familiar hieroglyphs passed through his vision. He'd never known what they meant, and they seemed indented to the walls even before he'd happened upon them. There would be small pockets in the rock which allowed them, he figured, but he was never sure. To him they were a great mystery that he dared not concern himself with.

Crow began chipping at the dead, rounded end of this tunnel-- heavy swings of the pickaxe he'd brought along created sharp clangs, the only sound to exist in the otherwise isolated passage, so far from anyone else that it could be said that Crow was utterly and truly alone. For hours he continued, moving slowly forwards to one goal. The branching paths had all been the same, but Crow knew this was his goal because the hieroglyphs remained. They always seemed to simply vanish when Crow had mined the one thing he'd come for-- as if they were warnings, or perhaps advertisement, that were no longer needed in service.



Today Crow found nothing, knowing he'd need more time, but made a sizable amount of progress at the very least. He turned, pressing his back to the wall, and slowly slid against it to the cave floor. He eyed the shallow ceiling and breathed a small sigh. It was a profession given unto him by his father-- and ever since that young age, his father had told him of the secrets hiding underneath their small town which no landdweller should know. Crystalline pockets could be found, if one were very intuitive and determined, which were an unknown and miraculous substance-- Crow's father had said that they were used to power the miners' underground town-- albeit small-- and the remainder stored away, kept a secret from the world. The crystals, they believed, possessed not only power-- but magic. Ridiculous, all of them, Crow thought, We've been gathering glorified fuel for years now, and yet they still believe that old lore... Crow stood, using his pickaxe as a cane, and walked slowly back through the multitude of tunnels he'd used to get to this point.

Unlike the others, Crow was a migrant between below and above, giving him a juxtaposition of both worlds which made either seem odd. Seeing the sky was a new experience each time, as it felt like the ever-present cave ceiling was there looming over him for years each couple hours he spent there. Soot-splotched and lethargic, Crow always found his way home to be a long walk-- just as it was to the dead-ended tunnels. The miners' alcove was a small elevator in the middle of a large forest, and a sizable walk from there was the town-- unsuspecting and unaware that the underside of its facilities was being slowly chunked away by the greedy or the curious. The mine had been long since forgotten, Crow supposed, as no one quite understood him when he told them he was a miner, to explain his sooty visage.

Regardless, it was of no matter to Crow. He entered his small house, bordering on the outskirts of town, and made his way to the livingroom-- taking a seat on his couch and quickly covering himself with a blanket. The caves were cold and stuffy-- unpleasant in large doses, undoubtedly, and Crow found most comfort at home where he could breathe fresh air and glance the sun. He had always respected his father, but the legacy he had been left was nothing remarkable-- just a house and a job he'd never asked for, but had an unnatural knack for-- it was always odd to him how he could tell the locations of the energy-based crystals, but that was another thing his father explained-- this job being only one unanswered question of a long, ongoing strand. Left weary and unsatisfied, Crow drifted into a fretful sleep.

[wriolette enjoyer]

Username: Vilvia

Name: Kiraiz

Gender: Male

Their Job & What They Think of It:

His job is being a model, but he doesn't want to be one even though he has a very big pay. He was never satisfied with it. His job is to also help future models do their jobs. He also secretly helps in hospitals and multiple helping societies, ex;; shelter for kids without home, blood-giving organizations, helping raise money for the homeless. He has a positive and negative part of his jobs sometimes. All the money he gets go to people who need it more than him, even if his manager is not happy with it.

[peppermintkenny]

Username: Ame,

Name: Deasle

Gender: Male

Their Job & What They Think of It: Deasle's job is doing maintenance for a mall in the central town. Deasle thinks it's " Ok " for working, though it is thrill seeking because he runs into robbers most of the time. It's fun to catch bad guys, Deasle states. He wishes he could get a higher class job but he loves his job as it is. It's like his '' talent '' as a job basically. As a small kal Deasle always preserved things and protected them. So this job is perfect for his liking. Sure there's lots more jobs out there but this one was his chosen job and he loves it for what it is. (106/106)