forum Tasty Slice of life (WARNING MAJOR ROMANCE AHEAD) (6/7) OPEN

Started July 02, 2019 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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Yeah you can! Just fill out the template!

Ok, great! Is it preferred if i make a male or female? I can do either

Either one is fine!

Alright. I’ll just do a male then

Full name: Damien Hughes.
Nickname (if any): None.
Age: 20.
Gender: Male.
Personality: Damien is a very calm person. He isn’t one to get into lots of conflicts, and he likes to avoid them. He thinks he appears decent physically, but is never very showy and doesn’t brag about anything. He tends to be humble with that thing. He isn’t the rude and loud type. He is soft spoken a good amount of the time, having a soft and deep tone of voice that’s a tad shaky. He is friendly and sociable, offering help to people quite often. He is the observing type, liking to step back and take note of the way people act. With friends, he is a bit more talkative and loud. With lovers, he is a romantic and adoring type, being very loyal with his partners.
Appearance (Be descriptive): (Based off of https://www.instagram.com/heir.of.atticus/?hl=en ). He has tan skin with dark freckles spotting along his nose and cheekbones. His eyes are a light hazel color, being more of a slender shape. His hair is thick and black, being more on the wavy/straight side and forms into messy bangs that fall across his forehead. His body type is slender and toned in a muscular way.
Height: About 6’2.
Ethnicity: German/Mexican mixed.
Distinguishing marks(tattoos beauty marks etc. ): Has a few tattoos (noticeable in the photos in the link, though I can’t tell what most of them are). Freckles are also something very unique. He also has a silver hoop nose ring that is through his right nostril.
Other: He did not grow up in America (grew up in spain and immigrated to the US) so his first language is Spanish. He still has a very strong accent when speaking English, and he talks unsteadily most of the time.
Favorite/ usual outfit: One of his favorite outfits is a black fitting turtleneck sweater, black jeans, a sky blue flannel material shirt that has white cloudy patterns, a black pair of combat boots, a silver chain around his neck, and a black stud earring and a silver dangly earring that’d a cross dangling from a chain.
Favorite Type of music or song: He likes different types of rap. He is also a fan of grunge and alternative music.
Backstory: Damien grew up in Barcelona, Spain. His mother, Eleonora Maria Ramirez, met his father, Christopher Hughes, on a market square when Christopher was taking classes abroad from the United States. It was an instant connection, and after years of dating and marriage, they had Damien, their only child. Damien grew up with the pair in Barcelona, having found passions in skateboarding and psychology. But when Damien was 16 and Barcelona wasn’t suiting their life styles, they immigrated to the United States where they currently live. His life’s became more difficult, as he came to a country that had a language and culture very unfamiliar to him. Now, in the present, he is still learning to juggle learning and getting comfortable with English, his psychology classes, and his job bussing tables at a Mexican food restaurant.
Zodiac and Birthday (and/or Hogwarts house): He is a Cancer, his birthday being July 9th. His Hogwarts house would be considered Hufflepuff.
Hobbies?: Skateboarding and cooking his cultural dishes are his main hobbies that he enjoys to do.
Likes: Skateboarding, Spanish culture, people who put in the effort to speak Spanish to him, thunderstorms, cool weather, and traveling.
Dislikes: Humidity, people being racist towards him because of his race/being impatient when he is struggling with his english, and the smell of cigarette smoke.
Talents: Is very good with psychology things (which is something he studies in the college he attends). He also is good at cooking Spanish dishes (but not so much American ones).

(okay imma start!)

Ember walked down the halls of the school. People bustling all about.
Lunchtime was always her favorite… she got to eat and eat with no worries.
Walking into the cafeteria, her honeyed hair falling down off of her shoulders.
Sitting at a random table, where nobody was.
"Finally, I get to eat!"
She says as she digs in, minding her own business, happily stuffing her face with food.

Gabriella pushed her hair out of her face, the lights in the unfinished ceiling of the tiled floor cafetorium flickering and dancing in her light, hazel eyes. She'd just finished talking with her teacher so she was a bit late and now all the table were sat at. She stood at the end of the gym, her hip sticking out as she bit her lip, looking among the plethora of heads for an empty seat.

"Oh boy…"

Damien strode though the halls, his white backpack slung over his shoulders. He kept his head down in the slightest, though it was hard not to make eye contact with the other students considering his height. When he arrived in the cafeteria he looked around slowly. It was some bland American dish for lunch. He didn’t think he’d like it. So, he just bought a water and an apple before looking around for somewhere to take a seat. He saw a mostly empty table, just one girl sitting at it. He approached slowly, giving her a once over before sliding into a seat at the end of the table. She wouldn’t mind, would she? He hoped not. He dropped his bag down onto the floor next to his chair, one finger coming up to brush at his dangling silver cross earring.

Looking to the side, getting ready to smile, her expression changes, as she quickly starts eating again.
its one of… them…
She thought to herself, continuing to stuff her face. The plate, that once had a mountain on it, was halfway done.

Alex was in the cafeteria, and had already gotten his food. Stuffing some in his mouth, he sat down at a mostly empty table with just a few people at it. He vaguely recognized the two at it, but didn't say hello as he started eating.

Damien noticed the way the female had looked at him, and he arched a brow slightly before looking away. He glanced at the male who sat down next. But he wasn’t feeling talkative. He had already slipped up and forgotten some/mixed up a few words, so he didn’t think it was worth trying to speak the English at this point.

Gabriella looked and found a strip of a table with other people scattered at it, but only a few people. She made her way over, tapping the girl's shoulder to ask if it would be ok if she sat with her.

Looking at both of the boys sitting at the table. Why were they all sitting here? Why aren't they leaving? Scooping a huge spoonful into her mouth, the abruptly standing up, putting her tray away, and walking outside. Finding himself in the little garden outside, that was her favorite place. Nobody would come and talk to her. And that's how she liked it.

Damien reached into the pocket of his black jeans, his free hand fidgeting with the neck of his turtleneck. He took out his cellphone, checking a couple of notifications before putting it away. He noticed a new girl came and the other one went. But it wasn’t any of his business, really. He took a bite from the apple he had sitting on the table before, glancing around the cafeteria.

She was a bit taken aback by the gesture that the other girl had given, her eyes fluttering softly as she sat down anyway, hoping she wasn't making anyone upset. She took out her water, slightly pissed that her friend skipped today, well, "friend" at the least. She took out her lunch, beginning to eat cautiously, trying to knock out her constant fear of being judged.

Alex sighed softly, and looked up as one girl arrived and the other left. He turned to the male, sticking out his hand for a handshake. "Hi. I'm Alex. And you are?" He said, smiling slightly.

Damien heard the male, and looked over at him, brows raised. He was introducing himself. Must be more of the extroverted type. “I’m Damien. It’s.. it’s nice to meet you,” he responded as he shook Alex’s hand. His voice was laced with a very obvious and thick Spanish accent, and he seemed to stumble over his words a bit, like he was unsure about them.

Alex's eyes lit up slightly. "Oh! Are you an exchange student?" He asked energetically, grinning widely. "Er, if you aren't, excuse me for being rude." He gave a one shouldered shrug, still grinning.

Damien shook his head. “I don’t take offense,” he said slowly. “I have been staying-.. been living in this country for a couple of years.” He was obviously unsure of what he was saying. He wasn’t even positive he was making any sense at all.