forum Eeep Titles are Hard (Private RP)

Started July 25, 2019 by Deleted user

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@thighighcrocs-aint-fourteen-anymore

Hurricane Katrina? More like hurricane tortilla.

I'm heeeeereeeee

Imao alright, wanna go in blind, or a template?

I usually prefer temps, but it's up to you bro

I'll snag a template

Coolio

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Style:
Personality:
Fears:
Likes:
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Other:

age range?

Name: Luka Hezonja (Heh-zone-ya)
Age: 20
Sexuality: Straight
Gender: Male
Appearance: He's shorter than one would expect a man with a 6'4" wingspan to be at 5'9", and his body gave off the appearance that his arms and legs were too long for his torso. His bleach blond hair was cut close to a buzz-cut, and his amber eyes gave him a deer in headlights look.
Style: It is damn near impossible to find Luka without a 3-piece suit and tie on.
Personality: Quiet and laid back, he often seemed to melt into a crowd without meaning too. He is not a fan of anyone that he doesn't know well touching him.
Fears: Heights
Likes: He loves baseball and pretty much all junk food.
Dislikes: Anything that has to do with the cold or ice.
Other: He can play guitar pretty well.
(I'm so lazy atm I'm just gonna use Luka for this with a slightly tweaked personality)

Eh, 20-23

Gotcha. I've gotta go do something, so it'll take me a hot sec

It's coolio

Name: Talida "Tali" Azarola
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual, ig, but she's pretty 'nope' when it comes to love and shit. At least, for now.
Appearance: Her hair is a fiery orange-red, leaning just a little bit more towards the latter. It's cut to just a little under her shoulders, and curly, though she often straightens it.
5'2 and a mix of curves and muscle, though she's definitely softer, despite the hidden strength from working out often. Lightly tanned skin and quite a few freckles on her cheeks and over the bridge of her nose, that both very easily get darker with time spent in the sun. Almond shaped eyes the color of Caribbean waters, that sparkle when she's happy and darken like the sea during a storm when she's angry or upset.
She's got a few scars, mostly small, barely noticeable ones, but there are a few wicked looking ones on her right arm, near the shoulder area, and a few more that look sort of similar in other places. Has a tattoo of a star filled night sky on her left shoulder blade. Dark shadows under her eyes from a lack of sleep.
Style: Whatever's comfortable, usually. Jeans/jean shorts, leggings, likes lighter wash jeans though. Solid colors for shirts, and usually wears long sleeved or at least t-shirts, because the scars on her arm are kind of an issue for her. Her favorite jacket is a jean jacket covered in pins, but she wears hoodies fairly often too. Navy blue converse missing the laces in the left shoe, or flipflops. Loves her black beanie, and wears an old golden skeleton key on a leather cord around her neck, a gift from her father before he passed away.
Personality: Fairly jaded, has stopped believing in love almost entirely. Doesn't like letting people get too close, because she's afraid she'll lose them. Pours herself into writing when she's feeling too much, and will sometimes go a few days without consuming anything but coffee, and with barely any sleep. Is secretly very caring and kind, and would do anything for the people who stick around to get to know her and then stay around. Wants to do something her father would have been proud of, but sometimes focuses too much on that and not on taking care of herself.
Fears: Cars, on a more minor scale, that basically means she takes the bus or bikes when she can. Thunderstorms, uncontrollable fires or fires she believes are uncontrollable, losing her hearing completely.
Likes: Writing, coffee, her cat, stargazing, the ocean, her key, and music.
Dislikes: Honestly, people. Having to sleep, the word 'moist', having to deal with emotions as a general thing, and circles. It's weird, but she just really doesn't like circles.
Other: She was in a carcrash that left her deaf in her right ear, and she's taken to gesturing a lot as she talks, often mixing in sign as well.

Luka sat on the edge of his sleeping bag, his legs crossed together like he was in kindergarten. It was an old thing that had been pounded into his head. You sit like this, and only like this. Anyway else made his knees cramp up and his thighs burn. So, that's how he sat, his hair barely obscuring his eyes as he hunched over his travel guitar. It was a tiny thing; a little less than half of the length and a fraction of the weight. It was more of a uke guitar, but a hell of a lot cheaper and probably a hell of a lot worse. However, he didn't care. He was happy with what he had and made no complaints. He fiddled with the tuners for a moment, tilting his head so his left ear pointed directly towards the strings. After a twist, he seemed pleased and began lightly playing a simple chord progression: E, F#, C, and G. It was nothing wild, but still sounded decent enough. He began fiddling with the chord pattern, putting in a 7th on the E, suspending the C, and all kinds of other tools to make it less repetitive and give the little tune more life.

It was the third day stuck in the shelter, hiding from what everyone called the storm of a lifetime. It was non-stop thunderstorms, rain, and winds as fast as tornadoes. There was about 20 others cooped up in this ridiculously large basement of an old mill. He kept to his own little corner for the entire time, entertaining himself with this guitar and ignoring everyone else.

The eye of the storm. Realistically, Tali was well aware that she was pretty far from the eye, but if she focused on Queenie's purring weight on her lap as she stared up at the ceiling, instead of the people around her and the wind outside, that peace was what she felt. A fragile, fake peace, but better than descending into panic, like she'd seen an older woman do on the second day of being trapped in this shelter. She couldn't really blame the woman, but that didn't mean she needed, or wanted, to do the same.

The soft sounds of a guitar being played carried to her good ear, and they caught Queenie's attention as well. The small tabby had no problems with the shelter, unlike her owner. People who were afraid loved the companionship of a furry animal, that was for sure. Tali shifted, sitting up as Queenie left her spot on her owner's lap to pad over to the guitar player in the corner, plopping down to watch the strings.

Luka looked up at the cat when it passed in his field of vision, smiling slightly.
"Hello, there," he said, his deep baritone traveling throughout the whole shelter despite the fact he was barely above a whisper. "How are you?"
He reached out slowly to pet the cat.

Queenie answered with a small 'murp', meeting his hand halfway to but her head against his palm happily. She was an attention loving cat, that was for sure.

Tali sighed quietly, sliding off of her sleeping bag to follow after her cat. Not everyone liked animals, and it was always good to be there just in case. That, and her cat could sometimes be a bit…overbearing.

Luka looked up once again when Tali walked close by, giving her a polite smile.
"Is this your cat?" he asked, gently setting the guitar beside him since he wasn't playing it at the moment.

"Yeah. She's not bothering you, is she?" Tali asked, pulling her hands from the pockets of her zip-up hoodie to sign as she talked. She didn't smile back, not in an unfriendly way, but more just because she didn't quite see the point.

He shook his head, moving his hand from the top of the cat's head to under her left ear.
"No, I love animals," he said cheerfully.
He thought of saying more, but chose not to. She didn't look like the type for small talk, so he didn't bother.

She glanced around for a moment before sighing sightly, lifting one hand in a wave as the other gestured to herself, then Queenie, then just vaguely. "Name's Tali, and this is Queenie." Be polite. Doesn't have to be super friendly, just polite.

Luka scrunched up his nose for half a second as he deliberated if he should tell her his name also. It's only fair, I guess.
"Luka," he responded, choosing to say it to the cat instead of the woman.

"A pleasure." It could very well have been taken as sarcasm, if not for the sort of lack of much emotion in the words. "Let me know if she's getting to be too much. Cats. Unaware of boundaries and social norms. Uncaring of them." The last bit, starting at the word cats, was muttered to herself as Tali turned, stepping back over to her own sleeping bag, with three currently empty sleeping bags between them.

At that moment, a huge thunderclap rumbled the ground beneath them, making the cat jump into the air with a EEEE! and Luka flinch.
"Fucking shit!" he exclaimed. "Who the hell pissed off Mother Nature?"

Tali let out a small sound as the thunder echoed in her good ear, pressing a fist to her mouth to muffle the sound. Twisted metal, a searing pain in her shoulder and ringing, ringing in her ear and then nothing- She shook herself, curling up slightly as she tried to block out the flashes of memory. It was just a storm. Not a crash. The storm couldn't hurt her.