[ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ] dnp kal tryout.

[ethium]

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

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Tryout form by ethium.
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Sylvian Marcosia Rogers
Male, He/him Pronouns

"Coffee, might just be
able to save the world."
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[ethium]

𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

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"chasing a future that I don't want to live in."
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[ word count: 994 ]

[ Wednesday, February 12. 11:14 pm - Sylvian's Study ]

He ran his index finger over the hastily scrawled title for the eighth time. The title sparked nothing within the exhausted writer, despite his father's insistence. He felt nothing when he wrote. Sure, everyone insisted he was brilliant at it. That he could transport the reader to worlds unimaginable, but sylvian felt nothing as he scrawled the latest rough-draft of a novel into his dusty, hard backed journal. He had never enjoyed writing, despite how amazing everyone insisted he was at it. Writing was nothing to him, but it was something to everyone else. He had been in eighth grade when he had decided that he would pursue a future within writing, to everyone else's elation but himself. Sylvian had decided to put his family's and his peer's happiness over his own, and had tirelessly worked on his first novel until he graduated college. When he had finished he had sent it off, and had received multiple offers to publish it. Despite his parents's excited reactions sylvian couldn't help but dread it somewhere deep inside him. Wasting his life away behind stacks of scrawled-upon papers and things that gave him no joy in life. His closest friends often teased that he was more work than play. They were far more spot-on then they had assumed.

Sylvian scowled and pushed the title aside, rising from his desk. Hands cramped and worn, his appearance more bedraggled than he'd thought. Then again, that's what happens when you sit at a desk for three days straight writing something you'll never enjoy. At least he was making his parents and the population of his fans happy. Since they insisted he write more. It was always more with other people, if you could provide they would ask. Another thing to despise about working for others. He felt more chained to his desk than most, even then he felt like a cage to his own home. Nothing gave him happiness anymore and it was beginning to force him to the edge. He wanted to contribute to society not slave away behind a desk day and night to produce another novel for the masses to read and toss away moaning for more. Sometimes he cursed his hands and mind, the very things that had put him in this place. He hated them, for their creativity. Sometimes he hoped that the life he was living was merely a cruel joke, that someone would pull back a curtain and he could live his life freely again. Though he knew that was never a possibility. He'd never feel free again, not while he wrote day and night.

Sylvian left his study, for the first time in days he greeted the "sunlight" and suppressed a hiss at it's uncanny ability to burn his retinas alive. The sunlight, in reality were city lights and even then they forced his mind whirling in frustration. First, he approached the kitchen and took it in for a moment. Scowling at how unkempt it was, despite the fact that his version of unkempt was a towl on the counter. He opened the fridge to find it empty. The light flickered and he tapped it to keep it still. He should probably unplug the thing, since he never really used it and it was just wasting electricity at this point. However sylvian had always been too lazy to do that anyway so he closed the fridge and opened a cabinet. Peering inside he picked out a box of hamburger helper and cooked it silently. This was his tradition, once he had returned from the land of the dead in his study he ate hamburger helper. Seemed to be the only thing that kept him sane in this world. If his parents weren't bugging him, his publishers and fans were. Not that he minded much, since they seemed to keep him sane as well. Once he had finished his meal he gingerly placed the dirty dishes in the sink and unloaded the dish washer, usually full from the last time he had eaten. Once unloaded he loaded it with the dirty dishes and started it, leaving it for the next time he would eat. Before he left he picked up the lingering towel and left the kitchen as silently as he had entered it. For someone who kept his study incredibly messy, the rest of his house was fairly spotless. Aside from the occasional dust bunny, Sylvian took pride in his ability to keep his larger home clean. Then again he did live by himself, with no one to keep him company or mess anything up.

Sylvian entered his bedroom, flicking the light on he prepped to take a shower, since he figured he probably smelt like eight-day-old rotting gorilla. An almost amused expression flickered across his face before he showered in silence, using his favorite shampoo to hopefully comfort him as he slept. Tonight he would sleep in his bed, though it often rotated between his desk chair and his bed. Though the chair was likely horrible for his back, he could care less if his back went out. Honestly some nights he prayed it did, so that way he had an excuse to just sit around a while as opposed to writing. When he had finished and had sloppily thrown on night clothing he exited his bedroom to turn off all of the lights in his house, in favor of keeping his electric bill cheap. The only light he did leave on was his porch light, lest some random hobo decide to camp out on the front porch. It had happened only once and yet it still did little to cease the worry that someone might come and try to steal from him. Then again that had occurred before he had built the wall about his mansion, to prevent a similar incident from occurring.

When he had finished he settled himself to bed at about 12:30. Falling into a dreamless sleep as unhappily as he had started the day.

[ethium]

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃

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username: ethium
name: sylvian marcosia rogers
gender: male
pronouns: he/him
age: mid-twenties to early thirties

occupation: owner of Eco Coffee & Tea a small brewing shop focused on environmental friendly efforts. All proceeds go to planting trees in various places across the globe, clearing the ocean of trash and focusing on friendly solutions to global warming.
previous occupation: a rather famous author who wrote multiple books before finally announcing that he was quitting writing to open a coffee shop. This sparked controversy within his fans and family, but the more loyal ones went on to become avid customers.

birthday: july eighth [cancer, crab ]
fav song: peach pit by peach pit. [this genre in general]
favorite things: nature, helping others, hamburger helper, collecting feathers, deer
disliked things: being forced to something he doesn't like, taking photos of himself, a messy house

pos traits: determined, generous, honest
neu traits: sarcastic & silent
neg traits: rude, cold, aloof, distant.

[ethium]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

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"the words of one changed my life for the better."
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[ word count: 779 ]

[ Friday, August 17. 5:20 pm - Lyxia's Place, Dining Room ]
▆ - lyxia dialogue.

"Life cannot go on like this Sylvian."
it was those casual words that spurred sylvian from poking at the rice upon his plate. He lifted his head, his pale emerald eyes gazing into lyxia's. She often worked at the planetarium around now, so it was a rare occasion when Sylvian could grab dinner with one of his best friends. They had grown up together, and he had neglected their friendship. One of his many regrets with the life he now lived.

"Whatever do you mean Lyx?" he asked casually, knowing very well that Lyxia had long been concerned about his current living choices. He settled himself deeper in his seat, preparing for a lecture on why his dietary habits and exercise choices were bad for an overall life style. She let out an airy sigh. "You know why Sylv." she poked, using the nickname he had long despised despite her defense that he had given her the nickname lyx against her own wishes. It was merely payback, she called it. "Don't worry I haven't just been eating hamburger helper, I've tried to buy fruit from the market this week to go along with it," he paused to take a bite of his food. "and I've taken a walk every day this week to clear my head before heading back to my study!" he defended himself with ease, picking up his glass of water and downing it with a few gulps. Clearing his mouth of the nutrients courtesy of lyxia.

"As much as I'd love to lecture you again on dietary habits, that's not what I meant." Sylvian paused at this, sending a quizzical look at Lyxia who held nothing but pity and a bit of concern in his eyes. He hated her eyes. So expressive. She had never been good at hiding her emotions, especially when it came to Sylvian. They're relationship was nothing but platonic, almost sibling like really. They both had agreed on that long ago, and held no attachments to one another besides the fact that they were practically related. When she was satisfied she had hushed him she continued on, the superiority in her tone bothered sylvian more than he'd care to admit.

"You can't go on like this. We both know you hate writing, you've hated writing since the second grade!" she exclaimed, her hands gripping the edge of the table as she tried to work out his heavy mask of emotions. "So?" he questioned, a voice near whisper. "So?" she responded, her eyes growing wider. "So?" she repeated, disbelief in her voice. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she rose her voice in a frustrated quip. "So?! Your killing yourself Sylvian! Your killing your mental state! Your so damn focused on making everyone else happy your forgetting what makes you happy!" she took a breath then, her eyes swirling with regret. Likely that she hadn't had told him sooner. She knew more than she let on, and she knew very well he knew what he was doing to himself. "This is your life sylvian, not anyone elses. Not your parent's, not your producer's, not your fanbases's. It's yours, and you need to start taking care of yourself. Your a brilliant young man who doesn't deserve to waste away behind a desk all day just to make a group of swooning teenage girls happy with your writing!" she growled at him before standing up, snatching her plate angrily from the table and stalking away. "Just think about it Sylvian. It's about time you stood up for yourself and chose your own path in life." with that she left a flabbergasted sylvian in the dining room of his best friends house.

Sylvian sat there silently, his eyes swirling with hurt as he focused on the spot lyxia had just occupied across from him. He sighed and ran a hand over his face and through his hair, taking a moment to glance at the kitchen were a fuming lyxia was scrubbing away at the dishes, oblivious to his gaze on her frustrated face. "okay." he spoke silently and looked at lyxia, who had paused in her dish washing to look back at him. "okay what?" she asked curiosity and suspicion etched on her face. "Your right. Dead on really." he responded, confirming her suspicions with a blank expression. "I don't know how to change my life. All i've ever done is do things for other people." he responded and a soft smile broke out on lyxia's face as she dried her hands on a hand towel before walking over to sylvian.

"Then we'll change your life together."

[ethium]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊

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"I was finally comfortable with my life."
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shop: Eco Coffee & Tea
logo: here made with:LogoMaker

menu:

Coffees:
mocha- 1.25
cappuccino- 1.25
iced coffee- 1.00
latte- 1.00
espresso - 1.00

Teas:
green tea- 1.00
chamomile tea- 1.00
citrus tea- 1.25
black tea- 1.00
oolong tea- 1.25
herbal tea- 2.00


Other:
bagels- 2.00
muffin [blueberry, strawberry, plain] - 2.00

intro:

Welcome to Eco Coffee & Tea! Where we believe Coffee can save the environment! Thousands of people drink coffee and tea daily, so what better than to produce something people already thoroughly enjoy, and pair it with efforts to save the world we enjoy! Each cup of coffee, tea, pastry or other purchased has half of the money sent to planting trees in various locations across the globe, clearing our ocean and air of pollution and to creating a healthier solution to global warming!

Check your receipt to see how much of your money is going to the environment, and to what it's being put into. We cycle our donations every three days, Monday, we donate to trees in Brazil, Europe and the Philippians! Tuesday we donate to thousands of citizens who go along the beaches of California, Florida and some who travel out in boats towards the pacific garbage patch to help clean up the environment! On Wednesdays we fund research teams in the upper hemispheres looking to find solutions to global warming to make the earth a better place!

slogan: "Benefiting the world, one cup of coffee at a time."

[ethium]

𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

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"I have something to live for, for once it's great."
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[ Monday, January 3. 9:12 am - Sylvian's Place ]

It had been approximately a year, since he had told his parents he had had enough. That he was quitting writing, and that he had only done it for their benefit and the benefit of others. His parents grew distraught, and attempted to bribe, and even threaten him back to his old writing ways. It had been eight months since he had cut off all contact with them. Those eight months were the breeziest months of his life, and it was during that time that he finally set up his future. Eco Coffee & Tea was profiting by the millions, especially when they found out what they were doing for the environment. Each drink was made eco-friendly. Everyone went wild for it. Not only were they popular, but they really were helping the environment. You could even pin-point which tree you were going to plant, or which worker you would sponsor to clean up the beach. Sylvian had never felt prouder when he cut the ribbon to open the cafe. Though deep down inside his heart would forever be marred due to the act of cutting off his parents's controlling behavior. Considering they were his parents after all, he thought it for the best and chose to move on with his life as opposed to dwelling on the past.

Sylvian awoke with a yawn, stretching out in his large bed a smile graced his face the moment he opened his eyes. Another day, another moment to change the future. He awoke excitedly and rushed to take a shower. When he was done and had thrown on some comfy clothing he raced to the kitchen, eager to pop some bagels into the toaster oven and leave the house to head to the cafe. He was planning on opening the cafe today as opposed to the few kalons whom he had gingerly hired to take care of the quaint shop. When the bagel had finished he snatched it, tossing it between paws as it burnt his thumbs while racing towards his vespa, an apple lodged in his mouth and backpack strewn over his shoulder. His apron was askew as he mounted his vespa and drove off to the shop in a mess that he could hardly care about.

[ 9:45 am - Eco Coffee & Tea ]

When he arrived he arrived like a roaring storm, but it was a happy storm none the less as he unlocked the cafe doors and scurried to his office in the back. He threw his backpack onto the desk and shoved the remaining bagel in his mouth. The apple he had clenched in his jaw as he rode was set to rest on the desk. With an excited exhale he turned to adjust his outfit in the mirror to the right of his desk, as he always did. And finally, with an excited squee, turned to the door and strode out of it. A smile adorning his face he stood at the front counter, and pressed the button to open the cafe.

He greeted customers and fans alike, eager for a taste of his delightful goods and for a word or two about various projects or the future of the company. He replied to each graciously and remembered his manners even while speaking with children. His smile only broadened when lyxia entered, a grin on her face as she beheld the sight of the cafe.

"Told ya I could change my life around." lyxia grinned and punched his shoulder playfully.

"Only with my help you doofus!"

and with that the two collapsed into a fit of laughter.