forum (CLOSED PERM.)Tell me what your character looks like, their aesthetic, likes and dislikes, and I'll pair them with one- or two- of my own Characters

Started July 26, 2020 by @QUABSTIX group

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@kingnocedas

Sorry for the LOOOONNG wait! I hope you enjoy ! :)

I pair kacey with my character Honovi!

Honovi is a 6’2 lean muscled guy with dark mocha skin/eyes, and brown hair that he likes to wear in braids. He can be identified by the single black mole on the left side of his nose. A small amount of facial hair can be seen growing above his medium sized pink lips and along his sharp jaw line. The tops of his forearms are scarred with burn marks from a house fire he was in and unknown deep, scratches array his back. Honovi can usually be found wearing stylish sweaters and jeans that are either a mix of dark clothing or just plain black. When playing sports, his common attire is a grey muscle tee and black adidas shorts. Honovi is a funny and lively guy to be around, but he can also make the people around him really stressed . He loves to adventure by riding his bike or playing some sort of sport/game with his friends! Unfortunately, when Honovi does get really excited or full of adrenaline, he can go a little….koo-koo. His friends have described him as ‘a magnet for death’ at the amount of times Honovi has attempted to do something dangerous or outright crazy. He can really tire people out, but he does have his down moments (as everyone else does.). In his free time, Honovi likes to braid flower crowns and practice playing his flute.

Kacey and Honovi’s faithful encounter occurs on a warm summer evening. The suns just barely set beyond the horizon and has painted the sky in a mix of blue, orange and yellow. Kacey just finished her run and was dotting the sweat off with a towel while waving goodbye to her friends. She hefts her heavy duffel bag higher up on her shoulders with a grunt and stalks closer to her car. The hot cement seeping up through the bottoms of her shoes and burning her feet. It’s uncomfortable enough to make Kacey want to flop down in the grass and rest, but the reward of a cold carton of apple juice sitting in the cooler behind her divers seat pushes her forward.
The sounds of tennis balls hitting the ground get louder and louder as she nears closer to her car. Kacey smiles at the sounds of people playing and laughs at their friendly banter. Her car comes into view- small and blue- parked right beside the tennis courts. She nearly makes a beeline for it, ready to chug her sweet apple juice, but composes herself when she remembers that there are people likely watching her. Kacey calmly walks to her car and, before she opens the door, she looks over at the court to see who is playing.
It’s a group of boys. They all look around her age, maybe a few are older than her, and are in the middle of a heated game. Kacey forgets her want of the apple juice to watch as the match progresses. One of them are professionals- they make a lot of mistakes and seem to just hit wildly- but a few of them would definitely be a challenge to play against.
Kacey watches them play for a few moments, almost ready to hop in her car when- her eyes lock with a pair of mocha browns orbs. She tenses up and grips her bag. It’s one of the tennis players. He’s tall, dark skinned, and dripping with sweat. Kacey swallows and nervously scratches at the back of her neck.
“ What do I do? Do I wave? No, that’s too weird…Do I look away? No! Then I would look like I was ignoring him but-…” Kacey’s thoughts disperse as the sound of the game come back to her. She breaks eyes contact with the strange guy just in time to see the lime colored blue of a tennis ball, coming at full speed, fly straight into the guys face. WHAM! He lets out a small yelp and falls onto his back while cupping his now bleeding nose. Kacey winces in sympathy- knowing exactly what that guy is feeling- and watches with concern as one of his friends hops the net and begins apologizing.
“ I should probably leave….he’s fine…” Kacey turns to her car, hand on the handle, but freezes. She snaps her head back to the court, unknown guilt weighing in her mind.” Is he though?”. Kacey drops her bag and jogs over to the fence. She watches, unnoticed by the posse of males, as they argue back and forth.
“ Why’d you hit it so f*cking hard!?”
“ I said I was sorry!”
“ That still doesn’t change the fact that you hit me in the face! Look! I’m bleeding everywhere!”
“ You weren’t paying attention!”
“ That’s because your ugly face distracted me!”
“ Dude-“
Having enough of the bickering, Kacey decided to speak up. “ Excuse me?” And like that, the fighting ceased. All eyes turned to look at Kacey. Some were confused, but what Kacey noticed was that the injured guys face glowed bright in embarrassment. He turned away from Kacey to hide it. She smiled and leaned on the fence Cooley. “Was just about to leave when I heard all the commotion, you guys alright?”
The injured guys shoulders tensed up at the sound of Kacey’s voice and one of his friends passed himself a side glance before smiling. He patted his friends shoulder and smiled genuinely at Kacey.
“ We’re alright her, miss. My friend here just got a little distracted and missed the ball.”
Kacey tilted her head. “Is he okay?”
“ Yeah, nothing major. Just one helluava bruise. Right, Novi?” The injured guy squeaked out what sounded like a name, and his friend laughed. “ Right.” The friend turned to Kacey and held out his hand. “Forgive me, my names Buck, it’s nice to meet you.” Kacey took Buck’s hand. “Kacey, and it’s nice to meet you too.”
Buck smiled and then gestures to the other men.
He pointed to a guy with Asian features “ This guy right here is Reese.” Reese waved but did not smile. Kacey squinted at him. Buck smirked and waved a hand absently. “Don’t mind him, he’s not much of a talker. This guys name is Marcel-“ He pointed to another guy with pale skin, and when he smiled there was a tooth gap. “ He’s a chatter box.”
Marcel laughed at that and tilted his head to the guy on the ground.” Zat maybe true put I am as quiet as ein mouze combared zu Honoffi!” Kacey wasn’t expecting the thick European accent and barley had time to mask her confusion. Luckily, the attention on her was taken away as…Honofy? Honove? jumped up from his spot on the ground and turned to Marvel with a glare.
“ I am NOT a chatter box! You morons just don’t have anything to say!” Honovi pointed at Marcel and the rest with a ridged finger covered in dry blood from his nose. “ And that makes me interesting.” He crossed his arms firmly.
Buck and Reese Shared a glance. “Your nose is still bleeding.”
Honovi looked over at Kacey and then quickly hid his nose. “ Oh…Uh….” He shyly walked over to the fence, still covering his nose, and stared Kacey in the eyes.”…Hi.”
Kacey blinked.” Hi.” She looked at the trail of blood seeping though Honovi’s fingers and cringed. “ Do you need a towel?…I have some first aid in my car if you-“
“I’m Honovi.” He cut Kacey off, awkwardly extending his clean hand to her while looking away bashfully. Buck rolled his eyes and pulled the other two over to their bench to give the two down ‘quiet time’.
Kacey raised a brow.” Kacey…nice to meet you.” Honovi smiled behind his hand. “You too!…your eyes are really pretty…..” Honovi leaned on the fence, eyes starring at Kacey dreamily. It would of made for a romantic moment…but the blood- that was now dripping down Honovi’s chin- ruined it.
Kacey shook her head and flipped open the latch door beside her and gestured for Honovi to follow. ” Thank you…but I think we should get you cleaned up…don’t you?” Kacey turned her back to Honovi and started walking to her car, not waiting to see if she would be followed.
She made it halfway to her car before the sound of big feet stomping against the ground followed after her. She smiled and got out the first aid.

@GameMaster

Sorry that this took sooooo LONG! I hope you enjoy :) !!!

Marcel is 5’7 with pale skin, blond hair chopped short and green eyes. He is from Germany and has a thick accent. His chubby cheeks are always lightly dusted in a fine pink blush with a few freckles scattered here and there. He has a gap in his front teeth from lack of braces and a small beard lines his soft jaw line and above his plush rosy pink lips. He doesn’t really like to workout that much, leaving his stomach with a slight pouch, but his liking of wearing puffy jackets and thick sweaters hide that. Marcel is a sweet character who likes science, art, history and talking! He seems to never stop chattering! His constant talking does throw people off, since they can’t seem to get a word in, so you’d have to be pretty patient and or quiet to be his friend. His favorite pass time is gardening and studying the bugs in his soil. He enjoys going to the library and likes to write( mostly about romance.) as a hobby.

Marco and Marcel meet one late evening on September 24th in a local coffee shop. Marco is casually flipping through a book he has already read while his drink sits untouched on the small table beside him. The light chatter of other patrons and soft hums of coffee being made rarely take Marco’s attention away from his book and he appreciates the quiet. He shifts in the cushioned seat and, for the first time, reaches for his drink. A simple coffee with vanilla, cream and sugar. He takes a sip and savors the taste of the moderately hot coffee as it coats his tongue. It’s perfect. The coffee, his book, the quiet….and it’s starting to rain.
Marco turns to look out the coffee shops big display window, and takes in the sight of stormy grey clouds and their first drops of rain that stick to the glass. His shoulders feel light and muscles relax completely as he settles back into the comfortable chair. The anticipation of the next part of his book awaiting him and the calm quiet…:.it’s ruined by the sound of the stores entrance bell chiming.
A man comes in. Fairly shorter than Marco himself and softly built. He’s wearing a grey turtle neck sweater with a puffy leaf green jacket that drips with fresh rain. His dark blue jeans are soaked in scattered places and dry in others while his big brown boots are droopy, wet, and coated in mud.
Marco cringes at the idea of having to clean up the mess- even though it’s not his shop- and tries his best to focus on his book.
The man takes a deep breath, seeming to take in the smell of coffee, and then kicks off his wet boots onto the welcome mat. He places them on the concrete part beside it then strolls up to the counter in nothing but his, surprisingly dry, white socks. He slaps his hand on the marble counter, already scanning the menu for what he wants, and then gives a big gap toothed smile at no one in particular.
Marco side eyes him from his seat next to the window, but doesn’t say anything.

The owner of the shop, who was the one working the register, leaned over the marble counter to look at the muddy boots. He wrinkled his nose. “ Did you walk through a pig pin? Or something? It just started raining.”
The man kept browsing the menu, stepping up on his tippy toes to read the top.” Nein, I vas vorking in mein Karten. I had chust varted it ven it pekan to rain.” He squinted and then pointed to a drink on the menu.
“ I’ll haffe zee fanilla coffee vith zukar und cream, bleaze.” He smiled like a dopey puppy and rested back on to his heels.
The owner smiled warmly and rang up the order.” Still got that thick accent, Marcel? You think it’s ever gonna change?” The register dinged.” That’ll be $1.97.”
Marcel reached into the back of his soaked jeans and pulled out a brown wallet.” Nobe! I’m afraid its here to sday!”. He counted out the right change and placed it in the owners hands. The owner took the money with a smile, counted it out, and then left Marcel at the counter to make his drink.

Marco had already thrown out the idea of finishing his already finished book- the mother did it, big surprise- and continued to listen to the conversation discretely.
He didn’t know why he was listening…it’s just, maybe he finds this “Marcel” guy interesting. Sure, he can barley understand what the guy is saying but…he feels compelled to do it. As if the man was made for him to listen to, and him, only….
Strange.

The owner came back with Marcel’s coffee and a small straw in hand.” Be careful, it’s hot.” He handed over the drink and straw then leaned on the counter while tilting his head.” How is your garden, by the way? Forgot to ask.”

Marcel sipped his drink slowly through the small, red straw and hummed in satisfaction as it went down his throat.
“ Es ist gut.” Marcel brushed back his wet hair with a free hand.” Zee carrots are zo-zo put zee tomatoes are ribening nicely.”
“ Any peppers?”
“Nein, I haffen’t schtarted zem yet.”
“ A shame. My friends been on this weird health kick and, lately, she’s really gotten into peppers.” The owner pushed himself off of the counter and brushed off his apron.” Let me know if you ever do start growing peppers and I’ll give her your number.”
Marcel nodded and took a sip of his drink.”You’ll pe zee first to know.”

The owner smiled.” Thanks, Marcel. I’ll see ya next time.” With that, he walked off into the back.

Marco took a sip of his drink, which was now cold, and sighed with his eyes closed.” Why did I listen?” He asked himself.” What was I so…compelled by? The accent…the subject?” Marco dragged his hands down his frustrated face.” No…it was something else…but what?”
The clearing of a throat brought Marco out of his deep thinking.

He looked to his right and was surprised to see the German man standing beside him. Sipping on his watt try m coffee.
They both stared at each other silently for a few seconds- Marco to confused to speak and Marcel….being Marcel?- until the German man pointed to the seat across from Marco in interest.
Marco squinted his eyes, but nodded.” You can take it.”

Marcel flashed a smile. He made himself at home in the soft chair and sat his drink down right beside Marco’s before settling back into him self.
His green eyes stared calculatingly at Marco, lips pursed in a small smile, and crossed his arms.

“ Hey.” Marcel said, his accent thick and heavier then Marco had heard before.
“ Hello…do you need something?” Marco asked, tilted his head to the side. He closed his book and placed in on the table. Attention fully on the man across from him.

Marcel leaned forward, smiling.” Nein…I chust zought vu vere hinderesding.” He said it so casually, and slow, that Marco could barely understand him.
Not wanting to be rude, he just nodded and acted like he knew what Marcel was talking about.

“Yep.”

Marcel frowned, slightly, and it made Marco’s heart jump. “ Did I do something wrong?”. He leans forward in his seat, closer to Marcel.” I’m sorry, if I did, I couldn’t understand you with your….accent..” It feels strange coming off his tongue, almost harsh, but it’s the truth.

He waits for Marcel’s anger, his offensiveness, but is surprised when the man starts laughing.

Marco watches as Marcel laughs and wipes away a fake tear.” Is zat it, eh? Vell den, I must Habolo-…abologise for not sbeaking clearly.” Marcel settles back in his seat with a soft smile.” It’s ein hapit mein moz- mutter has alvays nagged me apout put…” Marcel stops to take a sip of his coffee “…vu know, mutters are mutters.”
He smirks around his straw as Marco’s shoulders lose their tenseness and sink back in the soft chair.

Marco licks his lips, thinking over what Marcel had said, and gives a small smile.

“Yeah, I understand. My mother was the same way with me.” He turns away bashfully to look out the window.” Apparently I didn’t speak very much…and it worried her.” He looks back at Marcel, who seems to just be jittering with information.

Marco sets himself in a comfortable position and rests his chin in the palm of his hand.” Tell me, Marcel, what was your mother like?”

From there, Marcel opens like a flood gate…and Marco sits, and listens.

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