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|| memer || borderlands

Postby aphelion ✧ » Sat Jul 16, 2016 4:22 pm

Heart  and  Sol
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LOVES  MEMES  MORE  THAN  LIFE


general


name - sol

age - 25

gender - male (he/him or they/them)

sexuality - pansexual

nicknames - sol survivor

species - human

fc - seo kang-joon

            Life for Sol wasn't always finding vault keys and roaming around Pandora. Don't get him wrong, he loves Pandora almost as much as he loves Zer0, but coming from Eden-5, his life had been cushiony. Originally, he had been training to become a Hyperion engineer, coder, or what he wanted most, field researcher for Pandora. In the end, he got snubbed short and offered an unpaid intern position as a bodyguard, but seeing how his dream at the time was Hyperion, he took it. It explains today why he's so good at close combat, using melee weapons, and sniper rifle use. Still, he felt personally cheated and spent any rare downtime designing and studying for something greater.

            That also was snubbed out quickly. One trip down to Pandora, around twenty at the time and gunning for a paid position in Hyperion, was taken quickly by a rivaling coworker. He left him stranded on Pandora after that "quick mission". Although well equipped with ammo, guns, and ECHO communication, Sol knew he'd die instantly stepping back into anything Hyperion. It was a rocky transition from there, a bit of a blur to Sol even, but he found himself a mercenary on the side and a vault hunter professionally, taking both money and good memes as payment. He still keeps in touch with his family today, but prefers the life on Pandora compared to anything else he's tried before.

appearance


height - 6"1

weight - 145lb

hair - light brown

eyes - brown

build - slender, lithe muscles

features - long legs & expressive face

scars - generic battle wounds
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Sol is a lanky kid, which can almost be an understatement. His legs go on forever and are amazingly smooth (he really enjoys shaving for some odd reason), his second greatest asset to him, the first being his ass. Despite this, he's muscular and lithe, able to lift a rocket launcher by himself and also flexible enough to do some choice yoga poses. His skin has gotten fairly dark over the years spent in Pandora's harsh light while his hair has gotten lighter, a light brown that's fluffy to touch when he gets the chance to bathe. The few that have seen his eyes remark that they are more boring than expected, like the rest of him, mostly drawn into his pouty and usually bloody lips.

Not a lot have seen Sol though. Typically, he's wearing a full body armor suit, skin tight just for his ass (which he makes everyone on his team double-check for him), the plating flexible to let him contour his body and strong enough to deflect nasty shots taken at him. He wears a helmet on top of that, shaped like a motorcycle helmet, but reflective all over, blending seamlessly into his body suit. It's all black, which stands out badly in the sands and can be extremely hot, but he cares about his aesthetics a lot and suffers. All of his gun slings, holsters, and bullet to keep bullets/money handy are black as well, even the metal parts holding it together. He keeps his guns white though, making him a bright target. And then there are his kneepads. His armor keeps him safe enough, but he really hates skinned knees, so he has black kneepads with white skulls he painted on. Most his fashion is thanks to his not-so secretive crush on Zer0.


personality


+ traits - curious | friendly | playful

Ø traits - enigmatic | neutral | surprising

- traits - blunt | morbid | vindictive

likes - memes | dancing | pandora

dislikes - meme haters | liars | handsome jack

hobbies - studying psychos & zer0

birthday - april 1

home planet - eden-5

primary weapon - zammechat droog sniper rifle

secondary weapon - undending anarchist

tertiary weapon - blitz rifle & physical combat

occupations - vault hunter


            Sol likes to think of himself as an average kid from around the skag den, but that's a little stretched out. Considering he lives in a bandit camp of psychos and the only sane one, willing staying there to study them for research, he's definitely either courageous or outright stupid outside of academics. He bluntly calls Handsome Jack "the ugliest dude who's ever lived, like who can stand looking at that pizza skin face of a mask?" and his preferred mode of transportation is either roller-skates that clip onto his combat boots or a hoverboard that he uses around the base (he really uses a motorcycle when traveling), but the kid is his own brand of insane. He gleefully kills off meme haters or people that don't fit into his aesthetic, which no one can even pin down what his aesthetic is. Despite all of this, he's rather friendly and playful, playing pranks on his vault hunters and striking up conversations mid gunfire. He also really enjoys dancing, either found singing or listening to sounds while moving around, or using some of his dance moves in the way he fights hand-to-hand. He'll always prefer snipping firstly though so he can hum songs quietly and from a safe distance once done observing.

            Sol keeps these traits despite the rough life as a vault hunter. The morbid side comes out more when killing off enemies or studying psychos from neighboring bandit encampments. He'd never experiment on his own, but his curiosity gets the best of him. It's one reason he's got a skag named Zeus that isn't exactly trained. He's blunt when talking, having no filter between his brain and mouth. He got his nickname for this, Sol Survivor for short, or Sol Survivor of Handsome Jack's Rage, as he's the only one to call the man "butt-ugly, jesus, not even your mother could love a face like that" and lived out of pure luck. Anyone that gets on his bad side don't usually too long if he has his way though, a bit childish with revenge, but it makes him happy. Overall, Sol is just like the memes he loves, obscure and weird, but oddly loved.
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|| bullet holes || borderlands

Postby aphelion ✧ » Sat Jul 16, 2016 4:37 pm

Sterling  Silver
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DESPERATELY  NEEDS  A  VACATION 


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name - sterling

age - 26

gender - male (he/him)

sexuality - bisexual

nicknames - cadet / dad

species - human

fc - bob morley


            Life for Sterling never had been easy. Born with no siblings and parents that he can remember, he spent most his days on Promethea, scavenging for ammo to make it through the week and avoiding death around the corner. Anyone who could survive as long as he could quickly got swept up in the corporations for dedication and good work ethic. Dahl got to him first. Atlas had always been his dream, but the colors and military style of Dahl's army had the ten year old being trained a child soldier, eager for a gun and excited at the promise of death. With no family to call his own, he was an easy target to brainwash with propaganda and false speeches, promising victory for the finding of a vault.

            Something went wrong somewhere. Sterling won't speak of it much, but at eighteen, just a young cadet seeing action for the first time, his squadron was left on Pandora to rot. Being too close to a camp full of psychos, they left them for dead, not wanting to waste resources. He may still wear his Dahl uniform today and use only their weapons, but after that, Sterling's never been a fan of corporations that carelessly waste lives like his. He had been one of the few to survive into the morning and ran to Fyrestone for safety. His life then had been serving Dr. Zed and doing any jobs on the bounty board, minus any where drinks were the reward. He learned after a few shots of whiskey that being drunk was hell in Pandora. Eventually, him and Sol stumbled across each other through the bounty boards and even though Sterling has a deeply rooted hate for psychos ever since his first night on Pandora, he likes the meme king and his weird ways pretty well.

appearance


height - 6"3

weight - 240lb

hair - black

eyes - dark brown

build - broad shoulders & sharp v hips

features - soft eyes & chipped nails

scars - mostly his face


Sterling, being an ex-soldier, is built like a soldier too. He stands tall, back straight from having parade rests ingrained into his head, imposing even those taller than him with a scowl and glare. His shoulders almost take over his entire frame compared to his almost slender waist. Beforehand, he had just been some scrawny orphan, but the military whipped his body into shape. Abs, hard muscles, even killer thighs; he's built to be able to kill someone with calloused hands when he runs out of bullets. He's even got the v shaped hips some guys would die for, but overall, he's still the lovable and slightly clumsy idiot that doesn't know his own strength. Soft brown eyes and pouty lips win over the dumbest sucker while getting him punched by the slightly smarter lot on Pandora. Despite how easily he can appear soft and lovable, even with his personality, Sterling has scars he's not proud of. Most of them are generic, but he's got a scarred face. One knick across the lip, two cross over his eyebrows, and the largest being a scar that fits into his cheeks bones, from the debris of a grenade blast.

Typically, Sterling wears his issued Dahl uniform. Even though he's no longer apart of the organization officially, he wears it. It's the typical desert camouflage, but advanced technology allows to blend into whatever the current environment is, the first of it's kind and following the same design as Dahl's weaponry. His shield is strapped to the front of his chest as well as grenades, his guns, and extra ammunition, his tomahawks resting at his hips instead. Whenever not in full battle armor, he usually wears the pants tucked into combat boots and a black shirt, his ID tags still wrapped around his neck.


personality


+ traits - cheerful | romantic | witty (questionable)

Ø traits - immature | paternalistic | strict

- traits - cautious | irrational | superstitious

likes - knick knacks | downtime | dahl

dislikes - corporations | psychos | whiskey

hobbies - target practice

birthday - august 19th

home planet - promethea

primary weapon - attack minigun rifle

secondary weapon - peacemaker pistols

tertiary weapon - react smg & tomahawk

occupations - vault hunter


            For being born on the worse planet and then sent to station on the second worse planet, Sterling maintains a friendly and cheerful personality. He's pretty optimistic and laidback, enjoying target practice more than actually killing something off if it's a friendly contest. Sterling is quick to make friends, but quicker to fall in love. A hopeless romantic, he still thinks that he could possibly settle down one day even among all the chaos that's Pandora. It's rough life, almost as rough as all the rejections and breakups he's gone through (no one in his team was safe from his lovestruck gaze). He's got a quick tongue on him too, at least he think he does. He throws around playful insults and taunts, although maybe not as clever or as funny as he thinks they are (mostly cringe worthy), he won't stop with bad puns. All these little traits bundle him up to be a softie that collects trinkets from all his travels to put up in his base.

            Sterling isn't all soft and round though. Despite his sometimes immature nature, he's the parent of the group and usually keeps everyone underneath him in line. At one time, he had been considered to be a great captain or general maybe, strict in his ways and a leader on top of that. Adding that to his friendly nature gets something more like a dad though, looking after his current group and more often than not, the one to yell at people about not eating the mushrooms. Overly cautious and superstitious, he isn't one to take big risks or let someone around his weapons easily. Even then, he can be a bit irrational over who can touch what and what everyone is doing (AKA he's a bit of stubborn dad), Sterling lets his control go with a few heated words and a just a bit of sass.
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|| siren's song || borderlands

Postby aphelion ✧ » Sun Jul 17, 2016 5:57 pm

Siren's  Song 
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name - eris

age - 21

gender - ftm (he/him)

sexuality - homosexual

nicknames - griefer

species - siren

fc - eka darville



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            Eris has no memories of his past life. After waking up in a Dalh facility on Pandora one day, he found himself memory-less and without a sense of who he was. He can vaguely recall a few things, muttered words from scientists and snippets of a past life, but the only thing he knows for sure is how to control his siren powers and how to use a corrosive smg. The people who found him named him Eris, after the facility and project's name, and he took to it well. Besides that, any files on him were burned or erased, the only known thing that he was a siren being trained by Dalh in collaboration with Maliwan for an ultimate soldier.

            His real history is rather pathetic though, so it's a good thing Eris never remember. A college student, fresh out of the university with a double major of history and English, left him broke and in major debt. Top it off on him wanting top surgery and treatment to finally start his transitioning, he became desperate for money and Dalh just opened an unnamed position in their Pandora facility. Maybe it had been stupid at the time, but he needed the money, it was paid, and he stupidly assumed it would just be shooting guns or a desk job. He had been right; it was just shooting and testing new guns, but when the synthetic skin on his arm, hiding his siren markings, slipped one day, they got their hands on him quickly. They pumped him full of eridium just to see what would happen and Maliwan gave him weapons to fight with. The overdosage slowly consumed his memories till he almost became pliant in their hands, but his power, Phasewave, stopped them from hurting him anymore, subconsciously protecting him. After that, a group of vault hunters found him after hearing a tip about large amounts of info on vaults, saving his life and becoming his first friends as Eris.

            The eridium dosage has left him irritable now, sometimes aggressive for no reason other than he feels like it, but Eris is happy enough in his life. His power, Phasawave, has helped him out a lot in his new life. It releases a large amount of energy that pushes his enemies back and causes massive damage towards them. Sometimes, it's laced with elemental side effects, such as corrosive or shock, but in can be used multiple ways. It can cause explosives, healed injured allies, and even be projected different, broader, weaker waves to reach multiple enemies or smaller, condensed ones that pack a punch to one person.

appearance


height - 5"7

weight - 160lb

hair - black

eyes - dark brown

build - broad shoulders & sharp v hips

features - soft eyes & chipped nails

scars - top surgery & ones he doesn't talk about



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Eris hadn't always looked the way he does know. While he may no longer retain the memory of his previous self, how he acts around his body obviously tells how unsure he is to his new self. Shoulders broader than before and a flatter chest, he's often unaware of his own strength, trained by Dahl to be a human weapon. While they did keep their promise to him, ruthless training turned him into an slightly more than ordinary soldier, his body scarred from weapons training and field tests. They tried to keep his hair short, but it always grew back too fast, so he happily was allowed to keep it however he wanted to. If it weren't for the spiraling blue marks around his left arm, he'd appear just like a normal Dahl solider. His siren marks are something to behold, the same, typical light blue, but unlike the whirling marks, his are more sharp. They start at his fingertips and crawl all the way to his upper neck, a few spilling over his chest only to be broken by the scars on his chest. A few linger along his neck, fading before they reach his jaw.

Ever since he managed to escape the Dahl facility on Pandora, Eris has tried to keep himself hidden among bandits. Since he keeps towards Frostburn Canyon, the siren lucked out in having an excuse to wear long sleeves everyday. Typically, he wears a heavy bomber jacket with bullymong fur lining, old Dalh patches on it from the soldier he stole it from. It does the job of hiding his siren marks well, just a slight few blue marks peaking over the top of his coat. To top it off, Eris wears gloves, heavy combat boots, and probably three pairs of pants to keep warm in the cold, rocket terrain. His pocket either carry extra ammo or snacks, with his guns strapped to his back, legs, or the inside of his jacket. His grenade mod and shield are strapped to a belt along with anything he needs, making sure he can move and run with ease.


personality


+ traits - caring | insightful | selfless

Ø traits - guileless | quiet | unaggressive

- traits - cautious | insecure | shy

likes - quiet | water | elpis

dislikes - needles | rakks | eridium

hobbies - listening to music

birthday - march 8

home planet - unknown

primary weapon - binary phobia pistols

secondary weapon - revenant smg

tertiary weapon - jericho sniper & phasewave

occupations - vault hunter


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            While the siren can't recall what he had been like prior to selling himself over to Dahl, he's set in his ways after regaining some semblance in his life. Eris became a kind, caring soul when he came to it finally. He's not sure why, but violence never settled well with him. He'd much prefer to heal others than fight in a war, but if provoked, he can be a force to be reckoned with. Typically, he's more of a tactical person, planning and looking for solutions to a problem before using force. That doesn't mean he's not weak, often sacrificing himself for his beliefs and friends, offering assistance to taking a bullet.

            With little to no memories of his previous life, Eris is an innocent soul, having little urges of revenge even against the corporation trying to create a human weapon out of him. The incident didn't leave him unscarred though. He's quieter now after it, preferring his own company and not use to speaking. He can even come off a bit shy due to that, untrusting at first and keeping his distance due to Dahl breaking his trust long ago. Still, he'll warm up eventually and loves to listen to people, offering a few words when possible and usually talking more with his hands than his mouth. Finally though, Eris is insecure, not just of his body, but of his powers, how he comes across to people, and his existence even. It doesn't mean that he's giving up anytime soon, but it just adds one more problem onto his growing list.

            Due to his quiet nature, Eris loves things considered quiet. Soft music is probably his favorite thing, but he loves the warm waters of Wam Bam Islands, the trickle of the waterfall soothing to him. Elpis pulls at his memories, but gazing up at the scarred moon often brings him a sense of connection, the familiarity of a home and the comfort of not being alone. Just because he's quiet doesn't mean he's not passionate and dislikes quiet a few things. A few things would be obvious, such as needles from tests or Dahl, but eridium is another hatred of his. As a siren, he has a strong pull towards using it, but Dahl has left him dependent on it towards the point of craving it occasionally. Although he can still use his powers with ease, the surge of power he gets from eridium makes him both loathe and want more of it. What he hates most, more than anything else, is rakks, simply because they're loud and swarm him constantly.
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|| cold silence || star wars

Postby aphelion ✧ » Tue Jul 19, 2016 3:20 pm

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            crev ;; 30 ;; male ;; demi-romantic bisexual ;; sith jedi hunter

      appearance → 6"1 ;; 230lb ;; thick hair ;; scarred
        Crev is an imposing man, standing tall and straight, shoulders squared rather than hunched over. He rarely lets himself appear smaller than he really is, using wide stances to take up space and to display his power despite not needing to. He's already imposing, muscular from time spent training rigorously, and scarred all over his body, tiny marks from training to larger burns from mistakes, the worse being a saber mark on his left shoulder. He keeps an intimidating appearance even without his body displayed, wearing thick, black robes that make him seem bigger and a helmet to cover his face, smooth and solid, reflective so his targets only see their own reflection before the light of his saber. Despite being sith though, he lacks the decrepit appearance or the yellow eyes, his bright blue and his tanned, calloused skin showing his age, worry lines on his forehead. He keeps his brown hair, shot through with golden highlights, trimmed and tied back, usually in a thick braid. When down, it reaches passed his shoulders and soft to touch, unlike his rough and coarse beard, always trimmed as well.

      personality → introvert ;; cunning ;; rigorous ;; faithless ;; sentimental
        Crev has always practiced meditation and solidarity more so than anything, including hand-to-hand combat, knowing that control over his emotions and self were key to a fight. He’s been that way since training as a Jedi, but that put himself in an awkward position. Rarely does he talk to anyone or try to make conversation outside of accepting and reporting jobs done, lacking any form of comrades. He’s happy like that, but it’s awful when he does need to talk to someone and be friendly, unsure and shy, stuttering and not entirely sure of the appropriate thing to say. Despite this, he can pick up on social cues easily and manipulate the situation (if he doesn’t need to speak). It’s an expert in battle strategies and even studies books on them to improve himself, keeping his wit sharp. Crev’s lifestyle often reflects himself as well, rigorous in both his training and his emotions. He eats when needed, sleeps when tired, and trains whenever not on a job, keeping to a schedule that he rarely breaks.

        Most interestingly, Crev lacks any faith. As a Jedi, he thought it was worthless to follow old guidelines, outdated and ill fitted to his needs. Even as a sith, he follows his superiors simply because they pay him for his work. He has neither strong ties to either side, but sees himself leaning for towards the dark and supporting the First Order for their ideals. With no strong ties, it’s a little surprising that the sith comes off as sentimental, keeping trinkets from his previous life with him still and usually taking some sort of memento from travels he really enjoyed, tiny so he can keep it with at all times. Nostalgia hits him hard and it’s probably the closest thing to the light side he allows in him.

      background → they never came
        Crev, formerly Creveran, was born to a single mother, the son of a nameless man and a poor mother. They always led a free life, but his mother struggled to make enough money to feed even one of them, always having to do work for the Hutts. Neither of his parents were force-sensitive, so there was no need to look closely after a tiny Crev, most his days learning chores and helping his mother till he adapted into the roll of a servant as well. At that point, when he worked less with his mom and doing more heavy lifting, the first sign of the force showed inside of him, boxes lighter in his arms as he barely levitated them. He kept it hidden, but it collapsed around him surely enough. One bad incident after seeing his mother backhanded and force-choking their master to death left Crev and his mother displaced, suddenly fugitives with their only hope being the Jedi.

        Contacting them had been hard, nearly impossible and even then, as Crev and his mother had been sneaking around on Tatooine. The Jedi were reluctant to being with, not trusting an poor commoner to be force-sensitive, let along from a family with no history of such. Even then, when they finally came, they took Crev and stripped him of his mother, attachment looked down on, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

        After that, his training had been a blur. Meditating had been his favorite, his saber green when he became a padawan, and then he was gone, running away to a sith that whispered to him in dreams at night. A sith that had promised him his mother again and the power to free her from poverty again. It never happened. Crev could never find his mother, but equipped with a new saber, a dark red with a white core and a black hilt, simple and minimalistic, he took revenge against any Jeid he came across. It gained him the name of a Jedi assassin and a high title in the First Order underneath his sith master.
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|| transparent || modern

Postby aphelion ✧ » Tue Jul 19, 2016 3:41 pm

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              dakota mays ;; 22 ;; she/her ;; panromantic homosexual ;; poltergeist

      appearance → 5"11 ;; 130lb ;; broad grin ;; a little "pale"
        Broad smile, warm hazel eyes, a contagious laugh guaranteed to have the room in stitches - that's just a few things to describe Dakota before she turned ghastly. Being a bit taller than most girls, she's willowy in figure, but lean and muscular, proudly flexing for anyone and flashing off abs that took her years to get. It was worth though when she bested her brother at wrestling. Her hair, naturally dark brown, is shaved on the sides and usually left slick back, died blue, fading more blonde in the back. Her skin is pale and flawless, only a tattoo of a star chart on her back, but now it's more a translucent blue, like the rest of her lately. Ever since her soul left her dead body, everything about her is see-through, a milky blue color to anyone that might catch a glance, only appearing solid and whole again to those with the ability to see ghosts like her. Despite that, her bright grin is always on her face, a small gap between her front teeth from one too many tousles.

      personality → comical ;; righteous ;; major flirt ;; short tempered ;; attention seeking
        "I guess you can say this is a grave situation." had to have been the first thing Dakota said when she appeared next to her own lifeless body, her humor not failing her even in the face of death. She's got a joke or pun for everything, usually scrawling new ones in a book and writing them in her phone. After all, she did aspire to be a comedian, but people see through her and her jokes now. It's something she misses, along with the her bad pickup lines, her favorite being "Name's Dakota Mays because I uh-mays everyone". Her flirting knows no bounds, almost like her go-to for any social situation. It could be that it's because she adores attention and affection of any kind. Remarkably though, for being so good natured and enjoying knock knock jokes, her temper is short and fiery, easily riled up into fights and bickering with anyone that tries to pick a bone with her. It's one reason for her oddly righteous self, a huge advocate for women's rights, ending racism, major political injustices. If she couldn't make it as a comedian, she had planned on being a lawyer for children.

      background → wrong turn to hell
        Dakota led a pretty tame life. Grew up with one younger brother, an absent dad, and mom who tried her hardest to make the best for her kids. Grew up in a nice suburban neighborhood, created a pack between her childhood friends, made forts in the woods; just tiny things. She had always been the one to start fights, a bit of a feisty Aries, but also the one who carried bandaids and plastered them on anyone who had the smallest scrape. Really, the blue haired beauty grew up fairly normal and left home right when she could, picking up odd jobs while trying her hands at comedy. That's where it ended quickly for her. One rainy night and a skidding stop at a red light left Dakota being able to phase through walls. Unfinished business to take care of left her as a ghostly apparition and while it might seem cool at first, after a week of floating around and no one talking to her, Dakota isn't too sure why she's even a ghost.
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|| asphyxiation || star wars

Postby aphelion ✧ » Tue Jul 19, 2016 4:15 pm

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into  a  bright  bound

sea  surrounded  fury

our  bodies 

will  return

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general

name - dei pic
pronunciation - dā pik
age - 25
gender - male (he/him)
sexuality - demiromantic pansexual
species - human
fc - rami malek

appearance


height - 5"7
weight - 160lb
hair - dark brown
eyes - hazel (bordering green)
build - lithe & boney, great calves
features - square jaw & worry lines
scars - burnt marks on his hands

personality


+ traits - charismatic | flirtatious | loyal
Ø traits - competitive | irreverent | sarcastic
- traits - argumentative | dishonest | naive
likes - swimming | crafting | being lazy
dislikes - the cold | training alone | waiting
hobbies - sparring
force side - light

history


lightsaber - curved hilt, green with white core
jedi master - rasha bhar
home planet - pasher
family - single father
companions - quinn, brax, & swa mostly
occupations - jedi knight of the new order
other - he's a nerd lmao
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Postby aphelion ✧ » Tue Jul 19, 2016 4:21 pm

          stars  fill  up  my  eyes
          -----galaxies  flood  my  cheeks



Image

    name ] tiana jaclynn "tj" thompson
    age ] 20
    height ] 5"7
    gender ] female
    orientation ] pansexual
    song ] galaxies ;; brent arnold
    pos ] clever | humble | warm
    neu ] boyish | intense | skeptical
    neg ] brash | demanding | irritable
    likes ] oitnb | summer | noodles
    dislikes ] gangs | "nice guys" | stereotypes
    other ] has twin brother | freckled | a dreamer
    occupation ] college student
    fc ] nikia phoenix
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Icarus  /  Fall
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DIGGING  THEIR  OWN  GRAVE


general


name - søren varrik

pronunciation - sərin (like sir & in) verik

age - 20

gender - male (he/him)

sexuality - homosexual

species - human

class - knight of ren (apprentice)

home planet - corellia

family - all deceased

song - icarus ;; bastille

fc - devon bostick

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appearance


height - 6"1

weight - 150lb

hair - dark brown

eyes - dark brown

build - lanky & boney, beanpole

features - smug grin & hollow cheeks

scars - N/A he's a wimp
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personality


+ traits - alert | idealistic | sentimental

Ø traits - deceptive | impressionable | sarcastic

- traits - arrogant | indecisive | moody

likes - fuzzy things | old photos | warmth

dislikes - pain | being wrong | water (can't swim)

hobbies - brooding

force side - dark

lightsaber - thin black hilt, red with black core

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