forum what no I'm not in too many one on ones
Started by @SaltyLasagna
tune

people_alt 2 followers

@blue_topaz

Name: Sebastian Timothy Marcellus
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: bi/pan, leans towards males
Appearance: Bronzed golden curls, sort of sandy, cut shorter on the side and messier on the top, fair skin with a peachy-pink undertone on his cheeks, nose, shoulders, cheekbones, and knuckles, tawny gold eyes, like caramel, that capture the light and reflect it more than most people’s do. Sort of a far-off, dreamy gaze, pronounced cheekbones, light brown-dirty blonde eyebrows, thick lashes, but ones that aren’t particularly dark. Freckles e v e r y w h e r e, subtle in colour but all over his body, can have a blotchy complexion when very emotional. His face will flush or go pink very easily, especially when he’s flustered. Has a lean body, strong but not buff, visible muscles on his arms but still looks very soft. A faint crosshatching of golden hair on his arms, has very light thin facial hair when he grows it out but almost always kept it shaved, soft hands. Scars littering his body, some faint, silvery marks, others horrible, raised gashes, more concentrated on his arms. A notable one running over the bridge of his nose, a slice taken out of his earlobe.
Personality: A dreamer, soft, thoughtful, and relatively introverted. Polite and respectful, not afraid to break rules but just doesn’t often see the point. Artistic, soulful, feels deeply, mulls things over in his head a lot, a big thinker. Fairly abstract train of thought, pretty balanced when it comes to organization but he’s more loosely organized than having an ‘a place for everything and everything in its place’ manner. A flawless liar and actor, can keep a world of worries and self-hate hidden away in his head for no one else to see, and incredibly, unfathomably depressed. His music used to be the only thing that kept him from ending his own life, but it's too much for him now.
Likes: playing the acoustic guitar or any sort of instrument, singing, listening to music, writing and reading poetry, listening to different philosophies, the afterglow of the sunrise, sleeping in, the warmth of the sun on his skin, cat-naps, clear skies, daydreaming, the sand and the sea, figs and sweet fruits, making art, painting on his arms to distract himself from the need to cut.
Dislikes: Any sort of violence unless coming from himself, to himself, fire, storms, choppy waters, dark colours
Other: more of a dog person than a cat person. Has attempted suicide twice.

@SaltyLasagna

Name: Julian Montgomery
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: 5'5, red hair, curly taper haircut, light blue eyes, freckles all over his nose, cheeks, shoulders, back, and arms, chipped front tooth, skinny with some light muscle, super pale skin, kind of a small guy
Personality: Gets nervous easily, doesn't think much of himself, is afraid to fight or get too involved in anything and has trouble figuring out his feelings, can be a super sarcastic and funny guy once you get to know him, gets flustered easily, very caring and loving
Likes: Tea, sleeping, cuddles, kissing, singing, playing his ukulele, writing, sunshine, hugs
Dislikes: Fighting, yelling, firecrackers/fireworks/anything that sounds like gunshots, large crowds of people, schools, weapons, being in the dark for too long, hospitals, doctors
Other: Has a scar on his chest from a gunshot wound he got when he was 18. The bullet punctured his lung and nicked his heart, and he still has breathing problems from it sometimes. Also has PTSD.

@SaltyLasagna

(well we might not want to drag this out for too long since I'm gong to be much less active after today, so the second option might be better. We could probably start it off a few minutes before your character leaves)

@SaltyLasagna

Julian sighed, wiping his forehead as he leaned against the counter. Tonight was a very busy night. He had spent the past few hours making drinks, wiping counters, and even separated a couple of bar fights. He'd been so busy that he hadn't even gotten the chance to greet his favorite cute guitar-playing regular, Sebastian. He felt kind of bad about it, too. The guy didn't seem like he was having a great week, and today looked like it had been pretty bad. Julian glanced around the bar, making sure he had no other customers to take care of before making his way over to Sebastian, a smile on his face. "Hey. You need anything to drink?"

@blue_topaz

A familiar voice cut through Sebastian’s sluggish thoughts, prompting him to force a convincing smile onto his face. “Hey, Julian. And yeah, that’d be great, if it’s alright.” His tone was languid enough, but in all honesty, he was too tired and empty to stop the defeat from leaking through. The dark circles under his eyes probably didn’t help his feeble act either, not that they mattered anymore. Not long now…

@SaltyLasagna

"Yeah, sure. You doing alright?" He asked, turning to make his usual drink. Julian couldn't tell if Sebastian was really drunk, really tired, or emotionally drained. He didn't know him well enough. But he could tell he was in bad shape.

@blue_topaz

“Yeah, just a little tired.” The lie rolled off his tongue smoothly, one he’d used so often it was beginning to become instinctual. “How are you?” He forced himself to glance up at the bartender, trailing his fingers over the surface of the guitar.