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Sept 15, 2020 2:39:20 GMT
Post by pseudo on Sept 15, 2020 2:39:20 GMT
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Sept 15, 2020 2:43:55 GMT
Post by pseudo on Sept 15, 2020 2:43:55 GMT
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Sept 15, 2020 2:47:00 GMT
Post by pseudo on Sept 15, 2020 2:47:00 GMT
[googlefont="Cinzel"][googlefont="Crimson Text"] Natalie Miller
| Female | | Lesbian | | Chaotic Good | | Mutant | | Flora manipulation | | Relationship | | Summer Shandy - The Front Bottoms |
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A rugged voice with meditated words, cheap coffee with excessive sugar, worn work boots with no place to be - Nat has always been a creature of haphazard habit. Settling into life as a well-adjusted adult is an ongoing battle with no end in sight, but perhaps this is adulthood; "Falling with style."Both calculated and messy, Natalie has spent her recent years finding any way she can to pay it forward. Almost to amend for the bitterness and spite she lived with in her teenage years, she opens the door for strangers and feeds her change to angry parking meters. Miller's kindness never seems to reach her eyes, but of course, baby steps.
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Born and raised in small town, Missouri, Nat grew up in a typical lower-middle-class family, in a typical lower-middle-class home. It wasn't far into her teenage years that she became bored with the same three convenience stores and forty-seven cow fields. Before long, she fell into the wrong crowd, and with it, the wrong habits. Ever the go-getter, she didn't reach the end of that path until she also reached her personal rock-bottom. It was an overnight change when she packed herself a bag and left her home without a word -and headed off into the world to correct her life's course before she caused any more destruction at home. Luckily enough, she seemed to land right on her feet in the city, where she was able to get a job sweeping the floors at a local radio station before getting a seat behind the board. With that, she felt as though she had gotten her second chance, and has since been doing her best to make the most of it and become a person she wouldn't mind being. [newclass=.invisscroll::-webkit-scrollbar]width:0px;[/newclass] |
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Sept 15, 2020 2:47:20 GMT
Post by pseudo on Sept 15, 2020 2:47:20 GMT
[googlefont="Cinzel"][googlefont="Crimson Text"] Greyson Jae
| Male | | Pansexual | | Chaotic Neutral | | Vampire | | Loner | | Relationship | | Blood In The Cut - K. Flay |
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Personality [attr="class","invisscroll"] Death has never been any romanticized dream for Greyson. It's always been more like the back door of a sleazy bar that was never quite bad enough for him to fight his drunkenness to reach it. He's left to watch it, eager to taste to fresh air outside, admiring the moonlight spilling through the crack, but glued to his seat by his intoxication.
Jae came from a long line of drunken troublemakers. That was, in fact, what sent them to America. It was easy to drink your life away in early Britain. It only took a couple of days if you were a poor. Boasting of their Irish blood, his family did it for sport. Their good days ended in new jobs and opportunities, their better days ended in unemployment and cozy gutters. Greyson has never been any different. It landed them in a place called Georgia by the time Greyson was three - a debtor's colony where the other drunken idiots were sent to keep from littering the streets of London. It made them as hopeful as they were angry to be cast out from their home. It wasn't until Jae became stuck in time, having been bitten by one of the man sent to eradicate the native problem in the western part of the territory. The man's gums bled and his empty eyes stared into space, and Greyson knew things would change. At the age of 22, he became stuck in time. One by one, he watched his family and friends disappear into the moonlight, leaving him to fight the wars of angry men he'd never meet and wonder how he survived each of them. Too old to be young and too young to be old, he has spent nearly 300 years struggling to find his footing in an ever-changing world.| Negative | Overview | Positive | [attr="class","invisscroll"]
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