[Leopardsong]

Username: Leopardsong
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[Gaycko]

Res with the name Maxwell, let me take you on a journey of words
-will be a writer/ illustrator
-Very bubbly

[Tocotoucan2]

Username: Tocotoucan2
Name: Felix
Gender: Male
Personality: Felix is very playful, friendly, and can also be quite picky at times! He is very outgoing and is not afraid of just going up to someone and saying whatever. He can get embarrassed at times though depending on the situation. He absolutely loves to play outdoors, he likes to draw but is still working on his skills, and he is also a good actor. He is always in his school play each year!

[Lilelith]

mark uwu

[allu]

Res

[rockosaur]

That hair tho
Res

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

-dropping, can't connect-

Good luck everyone!

[♡♡♡♡]

Mark!

[castiiian]

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𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒
𝓋 𝒾 𝓁 𝓁 𝒶 𝒾 𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎.
....................................𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦'𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔦𝔱.
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personality traits / →
/ easily disgusted
/ unapproachable
/ sarcastic
/ tough exterior
/ generally unkind
/ leader
/ rather unintelligent
/ protective
/ brash
/ arrogant
/ seeks approval and praise
/ responsible
/ indifferent
/ stoic in large crowds
/ doesn't like being tested
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username / cast →

name / ajax →

gender / cis male

occupation / →
child / orphan ... teen / gang member ... adult / gang leader

summary / →
Abandoned at a early age, Ajax has forever been molded by his struggling childhood. As he grows, he barely matures, instead opting to constantly misbehave in a poor attempt to seek attention and approval.

personality in depth / →
While most people with a personality as nasty as Ajax's would like to improve themselves, in order to better their lives and accept more worthwhile relationships into their lives, Ajax wants none of that. He enjoys his current disastrous personality, his disloyal friends, and his poor living situations. There is nothing he likes more than beating down opposers and ruling the streets. His opinion and attachment to this current lifestyle is so unshakeable that imagining anything else is extremely difficult for him. He sees no future for himself- no other life besides the one he has now, and that's just the way he likes it. He wouldn't change a single thing.
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important dates in history / →
He was seven and it was night, but the city was still alive. He was woken up by the sound of his door opening, his orange gaze fluttering open fearfully before lidding calmly as he saw it was only his mother. Despite it being a familiar face, there was still something off about it all. It was such a strange time to wake up, something must have been wrong, but his momma gave him no answers. She tossed him clothes he wore yesterday, and with a stern but hushed voice, told him to get dressed. He was ready to go when she entered again, and she said nothing as she grabbed his wrist. She didn't grab her purse or her keys as she led him, tugging him behind her as she left the apartment block. Her pace was so fast, it was hard for his little legs to keep up, but he managed to nonetheless. It was so dark, and so cold, and he didn't really say anything either. He was too scared to talk. They walked down alleys and through blocks, until he knew they were far away, but he had no idea where exactly they were. Momma sat him down, and patted his thick hair- Then, she told him to wait; But he wasn't sure what he was supposed to wait for. Ajax watched her walk away afterwards, bringing his knees to his chest and hugging them as he tried to warm up. He waited for a very long time, curling up on the floor as he grew tired, and eventually, he fell asleep.

He was fourteen, and his bones ached all over from a recent brawl. It was his third this week, and it ended particularly well for him this time. He won more matches than he lost, just by the sheer fact that he's the slightest bit of a coward when it comes to challenging someone much larger than him. Still, it does happen occasionally, considering how over confident of himself he is. This day he remembers well, it was the first day his stomach hurt so badly from hunger that he accepted the invitation to the local gang. Before then, he was always alone, always scavenging through scraps and trash, and never managing to earn more than worthless territory. What good was turf if you had no posse to rule it in your stead? Sure, this was much different than he had in mind. He wanted the title of kingship- the headpin, the leader, their ruling hand. Instead, he was freshly recruited, the lowest of the lowest ranks until he proved himself and his loyalty. Getting higher up in the ladder would take determination and struggle, the former of which he's never really exercised before. There's never been anything that he's needed to be so on top of before now.

He was twenty-one. This was the most fundamental day for him, leagues beyond leagues more important than his upbringing and what made him. It was the day he knelt besides his wounded kingspin, his hands pressing against the gash in a poor attempt at preventing the inevitable. It was the day that the previous leader of the gang, with his dying breathe, told him he was to take his place. It was the day he became what he's always dreamed of. He became their figure head, their commander, and they became his responsibility, his people. What a big change it was. Though everyone felt he was naturally suited for leadership, he still always felt inadequate for the position. He always saw ways he could improve, and he always acted upon them. Under his guidance, they rose from the locale, into the mains. They became bigger, a household name that normal families were afraid to utter. The people who have watched him grow are tremendously proud of him. The loyalty of his gang is as close to a family as most of his people, including himself, will ever get. Ajax leads them with diligence and a cool collective honor, and in turn, they protect him with their lives.

[MotherMother]

Mark!