Sweater Weather. Accepting.

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James Vigh


Appearance:

Nickname: He doesn't like nicknames. Just James.

Age: 18 Years old

Status: Single and straight

More About James

Likes:
•Running
•ATVing
•Motorcycling
•Playing sports
•Honest people
•Big dogs
•Snow
•Surfing
•Going to the beach
•Hanging out with friends
•Going to parties

Dislikes:
•Seaweed
•Fancy places
• 'Proper' people
• Stupid people (As in doing something really stupid that'll kill them.)
• Sushi
• 'Perfect' girls
• Rich people

Pets: None.

Dorm number Whoever he needs to be with.

Personality: Some people think, just because James seems like a jock, that he isn't nice. Truth is, he's a calm person, usually thinking ahead and getting rather good grades. He's nice to others, always allowing others to express their feelings. But when it comes to him, he can be a bit of a flirt, and if someone thinks he's ugly he really doesn't care.

Style: Long shorts, short sleeved or sleeve-less tops. Baggy jeans, Nike's or J's

Weakness: His past haunts him. He never ever speaks of it.

Strengths: Well, being a jock, he is kinda lady's man but doesn't care. He is awesome at any sport you out him in and to top it off, from the hard work- he has a nice body.

[plaanets_]

[@Key ; accepted ]

[@grey woof; accepted.]

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[How many more people until we can start RPing?]

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[We can start now.]

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[Bump.]

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{are you going to be making the first post? or would you prefer one of us do it?}

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[I already started on the first page before anyone joined.]

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{oops, i didn't see that. i'll just start out my characters and anyone can talk to them c:}

Levi was sitting in his dorm room per usual, scrolling through Tumblr. His feed seemed pretty boring, and he didn't really want to go out and socialize, but he figured he'd have to do it eventually. It made him almost mad to make himself go outside, but he hadn't really been socializing here in the first place so he really needed to start making some friends if he was going to go through any of this with dignity and enjoy it while doing so. He bundled up, then grabbed his sketchpad, a pencil, and his iPhone and was off. He found himself a nice bench by the dorms that was generally empty, considering most students were either in class, hanging out with their own friends, or engulfed in things other than sitting alone and drawing. So, here he sat, sketching a picture of a mermaid with a blank face. Yes, he had an obsession with mythological creatures and he really didn't know what to do to make his addiction go away, so he just sketched and sketched elves and mermaids and werewolves. There were really endless options to what he could be doodling.

Bridgette, meanwhile, had her skateboard and she was absentmindedly boarding around campus. She didn't really have a talent here other than boarding and playing the piano, so unlike others, she had a lot of free time. It was pretty hard to skateboard on the sidewalks, which had a thin layer of snow draped over the pavement, but it was scooped so she could ride decently. She tended to stick around her dorm room or classes most of the time, or was often carrying her board around and looking for something to do. Having the attention span of a child wasn't fun at times, considering she was bored very easily and almost always needed something to do, or some form of entertainment.

[~stories untold.]

Bella walked outside out of her room and sat there on the floor, realizing that she was practically isolating herself already, noteven giving anyone a chance and shook her head in disappointment from herself. Gotta go be social don't I? Not even saying bye, she went back into her room and began digging through the boxes for her skateboard. The brunette sighed of pure relief as she pulled out her concave. Its surface was black and underside a skull surrounded by blue flames. She rolled down the pavement, taking a gentle cruise in order to take everything in, along with listening to an old mashup for cheer routine she did recently. bella always had te tendency to listen to them so she could mouth the words and know the notes in order toher jumps in correct time. She noticed a figure and slowed down enough so if they wanted to talk, they could just say something and she'd stop, or run into them. Given she was only focusing on the rough terrain her board was under and wondering how'd she manage to skate on this, she wasn't focusing on what was in her way.
(Kind of an open for anyone type of thing)

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[Both of my characters are available.]