Character: Invalid Character -Clara
Person A: “Please don’t tell me you threw someone out the window again.”
Person B: “Ok.”
Person A: “…..Oh god you totally threw someone out the window again didn’t you?”
Person B: “I can neither confirm nor deny.”
Person A: “….”
Person B: “….”
Person A: “….”
Person B: “…..but if I did”
Person A: “Oh My Fucking God.”
(I'm person B. Just send me a character sheet and we can go from there! Romance btw)
Character: Invalid Character - Jake Mikil
I don't think this character will get along well at ALL with Clara, sorry
I don't think this character will get along well at ALL with Clara, sorry
alright
@SwimwithGamers_going_to_sleepover_Friday
heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
what kind of charrie do you want me to use, i've got some of everything
Well just whatever would work with Clara.
Well, what type would you think would work best? She's your charrie; who would you see her falling in love with?
Dunno. Someone tough but charismatic. Kinda a dork. Make her smile. Masochist. Can take all of her and knows she doesn't need to be protected and can pack quite the punch,but still can joke around and chill.
Hm…. I'll get a template up of one I think will work and then you can approve?
Well, do ya already got something?
Ye. He's a bit of a fuck boy, but very chill and can handle himself. Not one to really get attached very quickly, he's always avoiding actually fighting (but will often talk himself into a ton)
Hmm…Oh boy Clara is gonna enjoy him. Lemme see him!
Name: Storm Phyrfy
Age: 32
Gender: male
Sexuality: bi
Personality: A bit of a fuck boy, Storm is known for his ability to make any situation hostile in an instant, usually on accident. Having had the pulp beat out of him on several occasions, he tries to avoid conflict. However, his mouth is too big and his pride can be an issue, making him prove his point when he really, really shouldn't. Still, he's a masochist, so the fighting isn't so bad. Has a weird sense of humor.
Looks: About 5'9," he has darker skin with died white hair. Black eyes. Skinny.
Clothes: A denim jacket over an old AC/DC Back in Black shirt, with ripped white-washed jeans. Combat boots.
He's perfect. Anyways so then, want me to start?
Yes please!
Clara stood there, cleaning off her bar, eyeing the bar. It was pretty busy for a Saturday, as Evelyn and her small band The Hicks sat on a stage and played away. She was pretty happy with the general atmosphere. Not to hostile, and she didn't have to beat the crap out of anyone. It was, generally, a good day.
Storm walked into the bar, sitting down. He could hear the ruckus he had stirred up outside. Of course, he had slipped away as soon as he saw people starting to throw punches.
"One Bloody Mary, please," He said to Clara.
She nodded and mixed up the drink, purple eyes already darkening at the sound of the fight. "Hey, is that fight out there your fault?" She asked, sliding it to him.
"Maaaybe," He said, taking a sip. It was good.
"Does it really matter who started the fight? As long as it doesn't come in here."
"Well, you're in here. Bound to follow." She sighed, and cracked her knuckles. "Won't be my first fucking rodeo with dumbasses." She sighed and eyed Evelyn, who seemed to be finishing up. "EVELYN! PLAY CRY BIRD!" And like that she leaps into song.
"Nah, I'm sure it won't-" At that moment, someone got tossed through the doorway. They slammed into the bar, slightly dazed.
"H-Hey," He said, spotting Storm.
"Hey! It's the bastard who insulted the boss man! HE'S IN HERE!!"
Clara stood up with a sigh, and cracked her knuckles, and got in front of you. Now everyone knew she was an ex wrestler. "Leave him alone fellas. I want a peaceful night." She said calmly.
"But Miss Clarabe-" One of the other guys, presumably the leader, hit the one speaking in the back of the head.
Storm watched with amusement.
"DON'T. CALL ME. CLARABELLE! I ain't no miss!" She takes out her pocket knife. "Now git! Afore I Chuck ya out the window!"