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Rules of Marvel Girl1. I have a life outside of rp and try to keep my writing partners informed.2. I love banter in streams .3. I value my connections and hope to make a lot of them through my writing as Jean4. As for romantic connections, I will mingle and have fun until a connection is met. I thought about being multi-LI but there is      something special about being someone's special someone. 5.  Don't assume we are together if the characters are together somewhere6. I play her in any verse, but my main verse is X-Men '97 with some AU to give me agencey to play my own person. I am          embracing the Phoenix inside of her and not reconciled with Scott. 7. And just have fun. 8.You don't have to sign these, but if you want to, sign with the verse you want to rp with me in.

Lucifer was buttoning up his shirt he was upset in his apartment he had just been with someone or someone's he didn't catch the name of them he just did what they truly desired and that was sex obviously.As he slid his jacket on and fixed his hair some making sure he was clean and nothing was showing of course he then pressed the elevator button as he waited for it to come up he smirked at the ladies that was getting out of his bed * consider the drinks on me tonight ladies * he winked over to them hearing the chime when the door opened he stepped back into it and pressed the other button to go down as he got closer he heard the thumping music as the door opened he smiled and walked over to one of his workers that carried over a drink he grabbed it and took a sip before eyeing the crowd of people seeing familiar and unfamiliar faces  He had tried to hide the hickey that one of them left on him he was also considering burning it off but he didn't want to waste his energy on such a little thing it would go away eventually . Lucifer nodded again with a soft smile . He smelt fantastic he was wearing something called Gravité better known as Seduction in a Bottle. Walking over to the bar he turned to face the crowd he leaned against the bar  and sat the empty glass down as he did so the bartender also worked on Lucifer's next drink he knew it by heart.  Lucifer smiled watching everyone having a fantastic time in Lux which made him happy to see. 

Rule # 1: Respect - Golden rule ' Treat others like you would like to be treated.'" If your on my page respect me and my muse. Any sign of bashing or rudeness, will be an instant block.Rule Number 2: Messages - They are for talking ooc only! This includes plotting.Rule # 3: Group Forums - This is where the writing happens. No ifs or buts about it! I will be using this where my stories. are written.Rule # 4: POV - I will be writing in the first-person, present tense, past for past events.Rule # 5: Activity - I expect people to reach out to me in two weeks. If I don't hear from you in two weeks your gone. I do a biweekly activity checks, if you haven't said anything to me in messages then your gone. I have zero tolerance for mutes and friend collectors. So either write to me or you will find yourself gone. Need more time, then f***ing tell me in messages.Rule # 6: Owes & Dues - This is where my Thread Tracker., will be kept so all my stories are easily organized.Rules # 7: Mains & Connections -These are my Besties., the ones who are there for me!

Basics. Name: Kalina Atanas Morozova.Birthday: December, 24th, 2007.Age: 16 years old.Parents: Elena Mikhail and Stefan Morozova.Species: Doberman Pincher shapeshifter.Powers And Abilities: Shifting to a Doberman Pincher, Super strength, Super Reflexes, Super-Speed,BiographyMy name is Kalina Atanas Morozova. I was born on December, 24th, 2007, to Elena Mikhail and Stefan Morozova somewhere in Russia. Moscow, at least that is what my birth certificate says. I was only 2 weeks old when My family came to Beacon Hills, California. We settled into the town, well the edge. Near the Beacon Hills Preserve. Our lives were great, just me, ma and pa. Until one night when I was only 3 years old, some masked men in black broke into our house killed my parents and took me. They did experiments on me and forced me to be in a cage, locked up.Fast forward to age, 6. They stopped the experiments and dumped me at an orphanage where I would spend the next 10 years, wondering what would happen to me and if I ever would find a family. No one came or wanted me, so I left and began to live in the preserve. I still attended school, being enrolled at Beacon Hill's High school. I wanted to graduate and get a job. However, I got one working at the Animal Hospital with Dr. Deaton. I am thankful.A few months later, I began to have headaches and what felt like massive growing pains. That full Moon, I shifted to a dog, a Doberman Pincher. The dog spoke to me in my mind. I f***ing thought I was crazy. I don't remember much all except for when I woke up and had blood all over me and now a voice in my head telling me to calm down.I did for a while, until I was being hunted by a human with a gun. It was Early in the morning, a nice day to stroll around and be lazy, a Saturday, so no school. As I walked a gunshot rang out and then sheering pain. He shot me in my left hind leg. The Bastard! It slowed me down. A few minutes later, a roar sounded and screaming, then silence. I limped to a patch of grass and laid down. Pain and exhaustion hit me like a wave. I heard rustling letting out a growl as a male who smelled of wolf, came up to me slowly. He shifted his eyes which turned red, then back to normal. I stopped growling and just cocked my head to the right in question. He nodded towards my leg. I nodded in understanding as he came and took the bullet out.Oh how it hurt. I wanted to bite him, but forced myself not too. He then picked me up and walked us to a cabin nearby. He placed me on the couch and left me sleep. The next day, I was woken up by voices and perhaps the sun that a was blinding me. I rose and entered the kitchen where they group was hurled at the round kitchen table. It was here that I learned about 'The Packs'.They gave me a full history lesson on the supernaturals of the town. And showed me their abilities. The guy who saved me was a werewolf and offered to take me in and teach me the way of a shifter. I agreed, a cabin is better than a forest. So I have begun a new jounery. Learning to control my abilities, learning what it means to have a family, a pack as well as continuing my schooling.I may have lost my parents, but I have gained a new whole new family, one I would give my life for in a heartbeat. As for my dreams? I want to become a police Officer, whether county or city.  

character study: mommy dearest. npc study: Marnie Michaels.character study: or are you normal?Real Housewives of Hollywood, season 6 / episode 12.character study.podcast/reddit post.Instagram story question.

absolutely no OOC drama, ever. I don't participate in that sh*t, too old. so are you, so let's not. please don't add me to write and then expect me to do everything. I get tired of being the only one to write starters. let's have some courtesy, and if you really wanna write, can you start? thanks. coming to me exclusively for smut will get you blocked. I'm tired of people who use sex and horniness as an entire personality. it's the most basic sh*t out there. there's other things to life, and women are not sex objects, they're people. lets all try and remember that important fact that people love to forget. if you're on my list that means we support one another. if you never return the support, and never say thank you when I share for you, and never are bothered to engage with someone who is supporting you all the time? I'll delete you. some of you care more about being popular and getting attention from certain people and it shows. this is more sh*t that we're too old for. I fully understand wanting to fit in, but ignoring people who support you and then whining no one wants to write with you is annoying and rude. I don't play when it comes to indirect statuses. you're better off just taking it to me in messages. I believe people by the way I am treated. if you treat me badly and never apologize, I'll believe you meant to leave it there. will I still accept an apology? if it's meant, absolutely. that's all I got for now, but if people annoy me I'll add more. thanks!

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RULES [ 1 ] ALL ROLE-PLAY PARTNERS MUST BE AT LEAST EIGHTEEN (18) AND OLDER, SPECIFICALLY IN THE 21+ AGE RANGE. This is so this way anyone who might be underage and is considering role-playing with me knows that sending a friend request or even reaching out would be a waste of time and that they can move on to find someone more suitable for them. [ 2 ] As for how I role-play, I mainly use third-person, past tense. I usually reply with whatever I feel is more comfortable and suitable for me depending on how much I choose to write. [ 3 ] I am open to doing crossovers, though it depends on the verse. If you want to plot with me, your best interest would be to propose something of that nature.[ 4 ] While I understand that real life tends to get the best of everyone, if you aren't interested in RPing with me in general, please give me a heads-up. On the other hand, if you would like to continue our characters' storylines together, please let me know. I'm more than happy to try and keep any ongoing messages here on the site if it allows or through Discord DMs/Discord servers until you have made your return, so long as you are still interested.

Disclaimer: I don't own K Project or Nagare, nor do I have any affiliation with the creators.    one — Quality>Quantity. I consider myself multi/novella, but it's really all about what suitis the post for me.    two — I'm all for discussions or just starting something to see what happens.  three — I'd prefer my writing partners to be at least 21.    four — This is a multi-storyline character, meaning a storyline with Person A will have no effect on an existing storyline with Person B unless it's discussed and agreed upon by all parties involved.    five — I really shouldn't have to say this, but no OOC drama. IC drama is A-okay though.    six — I can either reply at lightning speed or snail speed and no in between. I apologize in advance. ;o; I'll always make sure to give writing partners a heads up on extended absences and hiatuses.

Midnight Rain; A prequel   Bubblegum / @shakeitoff Fall 1996 Hong KongThe main subject of the news was inescapable. The United Kingdom's rule over Hong Kong was at an end. After nearly 150 years, China would once again rise to take control over the only free area within its borders. Zhan Lee and his wife Jingyi Lee had become prominent members of the community over the past year. The young couple were noted for running quite a successful business with ties as far reaching as the British Crown. The handover was something that worried them both. Zhan had the phone pressed to his ear. “Yes. I understand. You're absolutely certain of this?” He was a highly educated man who spoke flawless English. Some considered him one of the most brilliant minds in all of the Hong Kong business market. “I understand.” He placed the phone back on the base.Jingyi had a look of worry that threatened to carve itself into her delicate features. “And…?” They were just starting out as a married couple. They were the perfect combination to get this business going in a free market port area like Hong Kong. Everything was turning toward the future with an eye toward the year 2000. The couple even promised each other that they wouldn't have children until everything was more certain for them. Jingyi wanted to have a baby so badly her soul ached.Zhan's expression was bleak. “There was nothing that they could do.” They had put in a request to emigrate to London. Several of the contracts they had for their import export business involved the Crown. They were certain that a move to the UK would be feasible. “They are focusing on the handover. It would be considered sabotage against the handover if any business was to leave the area to go to London.” Were they going to have to stay in Hong Kong? Jingyi could feel the ivy chill of fear grip the pit of her stomach. Hong Kong was going to change when the Communists moved in to take control. She'd heard enough horror stories to make her physically ill every time her mind started to wander. This was no place or time to start a family. “We can't stay here. We have to go somewhere.” Eyes glistening soon gave way to a full fledged blanket of tears.Zhan wanted to be a father more than anything himself. He knew that what his wife was saying was true. The eyes of the world would be on China as this transfer was about to happen. They had to agree to certain terms. The colonial presence of the Crown was actually a safety zone to quite a few people in Hong Kong. Others were ready to embrace change with the unification coming. This young couple was at an impasse. He pulled his wife close for a comforting embrace.There was a knock at their door. Zhan reluctantly let his wife go. He started toward the door when an envelope was stuck under the door. He reached for the envelope and opened it. There was a letter there written in Japanese. Fortunately both of them could read Japanese. He glanced over the letter before handing it to his wife.ビジネスを救いたいなら、今夜の深夜に倉庫に来てください。[[If you want to save your business, then come to your warehouse tonight at midnight.]]They looked at one another. Sure this all felt like a trap, but what could they do? The future looked bleak but was it enough to make a deal with the devil in a manner of speaking. No words passed between them. There was only one possible answer.MidnightThe Lees entered their warehouse slowly. They held hands as they cautiously took in their surroundings. Each step silently forward into this unknown future was more terrifying than the last. At least they knew they would be taking it together. Zhan called out into the void. “こんにちは？” [hello?] A rather tall young Japanese man stepped out from the shadows. He had longish black hair and he wore a suit that was obviously tailored. Those weren't traits neither Lee found disturbing. It was the fact he was wearing sunglasses at night. “私はあなたたち二人がアメリカに行けるよう手助けできます。疑うことなく私を信頼してください。分かりましたか?” [ I can help you both get to the United States. You must trust me without question. Do you understand?]Jingyi clung tighter to her husband. Going to the US was a dream. Was it actually possible? “Who are you?” She blurted in English. “Why should we trust you?”His lips curled upward in a predatory smile. “My name is Tomi Shishido. I can get you there completely legally of course.” His entire presence was so cold that the room temperature fell five degrees Celsius.Neither of them wanted to go with this man or what could possibly happen but they were terribly desperate. Every door they tried to take kept slamming in their face. The options as well as their time was slipping through their fingers.They met each other's gaze before looking back toward the odd man wearing sunglasses. “We're listening.” Zhan answered for both of them.To be continued   "If you disappoint me, I'm going rogue." -- Jubilation Lee credit: james kriet

    Name: Verity TaggertAge: Mortal Age: 25 years old Actual Age: 327 years old Gender: FemaleDate of Birth: October 31st, 1696Job: Nightclub ownerAppearance: Verity has porcelain skin, long flowing black hair, piercing crimson eyes, and sharp fangs. She often dresses in elegant Victorian-style clothing, with a preference for deep reds and blacks.Personality: Mysterious and alluring, Verity is both charming and dangerous. She has a commanding presence and is fiercely independent. Despite her aloof exterior, she harbors deep emotions and a longing for connection.Strengths: Immortality, superhuman strength and speed, heightened senses, ability to mesmerize and hypnotize others.Weaknesses: Vulnerability to sunlight, silver, and garlic, aversion to holy symbols, bloodlust, struggles with the burden of her eternal existence.Abilities: Shape-shifting, mind control, telekinesis, regeneration, ability to turn into mist.Backstory: Verity was turned into a vampire by a powerful ancient vampire on her 25th birthday. She spent centuries traveling the world, honing her skills and amassing wealth and knowledge. Eventually, she settled in a bustling city and opened a nightclub as a front for her nocturnal activities.Hidden Hobby: Verity secretly enjoys painting hauntingly beautiful portraits of her victims, capturing their final moments frozen in time.Specific Fear: Verity harbors a deep fear of losing her sense of self and giving in completely to her primal vampire instincts.

Im zed and yeah im a zombie 

London.A city that once held so much love, laughter, and metaphorical sunshine, now plagued by the reminder that I wasn’t enough for it or the people that lived here. Too in love with those who never really loved me. I fell in love in this city. Built up a dream life with a boy who always had one foot out the door and showered me in the sweetest nothings that held the littlest meaning, hung onto every word because I hoped that one day they would be true. Spent years devoting myself to him, showing him just how good a life together could be, only for him to throw me away when he got bored. He always came back, and I swore up and down I wouldn’t let him, but when it came to Jedsen Allan, I was a weak woman who loved self-destruction.When I booked this tour, I thought I would be okay coming back. I had been to London millions of times since Jed and I called it quits all those years ago, but this trip felt different. It was different.I hadn’t noticed the date at first — I tended to look the other way the moment the middle of April crept up, knowing that my sweet boy’s birthday would be here any moment. It’s been years since I lost him, and though it’s gotten easier with time, his birthday was a cruel reminder that I didn’t have him anymore.He would’ve been thirteen today.I only got to have him for four of those years before cancer took him from me, robbing him of life and robbing me of being a mother. It doesn’t seem fair, but I suppose nothing in life is — we’re born to suffer and make the best out of it, even if it makes you feel like you’re falling apart.And god, do I feel like I’m falling . . .                                 Too many memories, too much heartache.I couldn’t stay locked in my hotel room, needing air to clear my thoughts and fully inflate my lungs. I wasn’t sure where I’d end up, but I was close enough to the water that I could sit and clear my head without much distraction.The walk wasn’t long, only fifteen minutes at most — I stopped at a cafe along the way, in need of caffeine to shake the tiredness and dread from my bones. After ordering — an iced chai with three shots of espresso, and a hot chocolate in honor of Ronan — I took a seat and waited for my drinks to be done, getting lost in my phone for the few moments I had to myself.Until I heard it. I could recognize his voice anywhere.“Thank you,” Jedsen spoke softly, taking his drink from the barista, my eyes glued to the side of his face.  He must’ve felt me staring, his attention turning toward me momentarily, and before I knew it, he was gone. Walked right out the door without any sort of acknowledgment toward my existence, just like he had time and time again. And it pissed me off.It was our son’s birthday, something he probably had no recollection over, something that probably didn’t plague him the way it plagued me. Jedsen chose not to be a parent to Ronan, signed his rights away as soon as he was able to. And I never forgave him for that, for choosing himself over our kid. When Ronan got sick, I tried my hardest to get him to reach out, to see his son before it was too late. Because as much as I hated Jed, I wasn’t a monster — I wanted my son to have a father. I wanted him to have a family, even if it was broken. And he never f***ing cared. Ronan died without knowing his dad, and I’m sure that haunts Jed every single day, but it haunts me even more.Without grabbing my coffee, I left the shop. I didn’t care enough to look for Jed, but I needed to be as far away from him as possible. Far away here as possible, where it wasn't tainted by the black cloud that always followed him around. It wasn’t the first that I had run into Jed out and about, but it was the first time rage filled my body upon seeing him. Coming to London was a bad idea.                                 Too many memories, too much heartache.When I made it back to my hotel, I couldn’t stop the voices in my head — they’d poke and poke and poke until I exploded, laughing at me for choosing a man that never chose me. They’d tell me that I could keep them quiet by surrendering to my demons, told me exactly where I could find a bottle of vodka in the mini bar, even though I specifically asked for all traces of alcohol to be removed from my room — I couldn't risk my sobriety these days.  But sure enough, it was tucked into the back of the fridge, calling my name like a sweet siren, lurring me into my escape.                            Too many memories, too much heartache . . .I wasn’t sure how long it took me to finish the bottle, but when it was empty, the heartache didn’t hurt so much, and London didn’t hurt so bad.

The sun was slowly sinking beneath the horizon as Veronica’s feet were screaming in pain from so much walking. She had left New York just this morning after the blow-up with Xavier. She could feel the telltale sign of throbbing on the left side of her cheek that bruises were soon to be left in the wake of the beating. Russet hues squint, looking in the distance as emotion burned behind them. It had been nearly four months since the passing of her father. Or rather, the brutal killing. And to have heard the confession bleed so easily from Xavier’s lips shouldn’t have been surprising, after all, he had been gunning for Chief of police ever since they married. Perhaps thinking getting in good with the Chief’s daughter would give him a leg up. Yet Ronnie’s Padre had seen through the bullsh*t far sooner than she had. And now? It was too late for her to change her actions, actions in which cost her the grace of her Padre.Rain slowly began to pelt down, Converse sneakers splashing in the puddles with every step she took. Sign she passed a few miles back said “Welcome to Boston”. Being a daughter of the Chief of police, Ronnie knew hitchhiking was the worst of ideas. Last think she wanted was to be stuck in some big rig with a 400-pound man named Lou that hadn’t showered in nearly a week. She had taken to sleeping in rest stop bathrooms or fast-food restaurant bathrooms on her travels. Taking money out of the bank would have a trail, much like breadcrumbs that would lead Xavier directly to her. The stash of cash she had was running out, and she couldn’t show face to claim the policy on her Pops. She had become a nomad in a sense.Ravenous tress dripped from the rain, sneakers squeaking with every step she took entering the local CVS. Her stomach growled loudly as she rounded the snack aisle. With what little money she had, it had to stretch to last her till she could at least figure out a plan. But all thoughts ceased when a voice that was all to familiar with sounded from towards the checkout register. “Have you seen this woman. Standing roughly 5/5’2? Beautiful complexion with the mouth of a sailor?” Veronica squatted behind the shelf, straining to hear. Blood running like ice through her veins. “It’s important that I find her. She’s gone AWOL after the passing of her Father, and we are worried sick about her condition.” Such a charming a**hole he was. Putting best face forward to cover the ugly truth that lurked in the darkness. “If you see her, call me immediately. Not the station. She’s liked a caged, rabid animal right now. Police would only hinder her transition in such a hard time.” His accent slipping through as he spoke.Xavier’s presence had always demand attention. He was just that sort of person. Now it seemed as if he consumed the entire room. Most found him charming and charismatic. Fools. It’s just a mask that he places on so easily.Eyes scanned the store, seeing the employee only entrance, Ronnie slowly slinked through the door, hoping like hell there wasn’t an alarm on the back door for her exit. Hands brace on both straps of her backpack as legs took off as fast as they would carry her. The rain had picked up tremendously. Lights of a neon sign flashed; a sigh of relief escaped pouts. A ding chimed as she beelined towards the bathroom. The smell of applewood bacon, greasy burgers and fries wafted in the air, making her empty stomach growl even more.With the door securely locked, Ronnie turned towards the mirror. Seeing the damage, an audible gasp slipped from parted tiers. Left cheek was swollen, tender to the touch and black and blue. Bottom lip was slightly swollen and the ring around her neck from Xavier’s hands choking her were starting to turn green and yellow. To the best of her ability, Ronnie combed through the matted mess of hair. Few beats later, she was counting the bills in her pocket that were also soaked, hopes of getting at least a cheeseburger.Exiting the bathroom, everything began to fade as she heard Xavier’s voice once more. This man truly never stopped did he? Ronnie took in her surroundings once more, spotting a rather handsome male in the corner booth. Alone. Peeking around the corner ever so slowly, Ronnie took inventory of where Xavier was standing. His attention on the hot little blonde at the hostess stand. Nearly tiptoeing towards the door, Xavier began to turn to take in the diner. It was then she had nearly dive bombed under the table where the male she spotted earlier was sitting.“What the fuc….” The male’s sentence was cut off, Xavier’s voice interrupting the other’s sentence. “Excuse me, but have you seen this woman?” Ronnie’s heartrate picked up drastically. Hand quickly clasps to the man’s jeans from beneath the table to get his attention, finger to her lips as she shook her head. Chocolate hues pleading silently. Xavier continued with his spill of needing to find her immediately and his concerns. Tension was definitely in the air, she just hoped like hell the stranger before her would take lead in not saying a word. 

Basic infoCharacter’s full name: Siraphop "Roman" ManithikhunCharacter’s nickname: RomanReason for nickname: thai parents give there childern nicknames for protection from demonsBirth date: December 20, 1997Physical appearanceAge:  26 (Almost 27)Weight: 75 kgHeight: 5'11 ftBody build: Athletic Eye color: Brown Glasses or contacts:  none Skin tone: Pale/ Slightly TannedDistinguishing marks:  NonePredominant features: JawlineHair color: BlackHairstyle: Short Voice: DeepOverall attractiveness:  Handsome or Charming Usual fashion of dress: Casual or Blazers with low cut or no shirtJewelry or accessories: Usually necklaces and occassionally rings PersonalityGood personality traits: Confident, Charming, Loyal, SweetBad personality traits: Short tempered, Blunt, Probably too confidentMood character is most often in: Happy and confident  Sense of humor: dark or dirtyCharacter’s greatest joy in life: Racing, Partying, getting high occassionally Character’s greatest fear:  being bother or annoying Why? He gets a bit anxiety when it comes to people sometimes doubting who he is and believes a lot of people won't actually like him for who he isCharacter is most at ease when: When he is racing or drinkingMost ill at ease when: When he sees someone being treated wrong, or badlyEnraged when: Someone hurts others, or starts to lie to his faceDepressed or sad when: He is trapped with his family or put into a stressful situationPriorities: Himself and anyone who considers the real him a friendLife philosophy: Do and be what you want, not what people wantIf granted one wish, it would be: that he was born into a different family Why? Because he doesn't get along with his family at all and his parents hate him Character’s soft spot:  if someone treats him like a human beingIs this soft spot obvious to others? Not really, people really have to get to know himGreatest strength: Being able to hide his emotions and seem perfectly fineGreatest vulnerability or weakness: Secretly his heartBiggest regret: Dating June Minor regret: Letting people become his friend just for his moneyBiggest accomplishment: Nothing yetMinor accomplishment: Eh-Past failures he would be embarrassed to have people know about: his parentsWhy? His parents are all high and mighty with how much money they make and when they show off to other people he hates it.  Character’s darkest secret: that would be tellingDoes anyone else know? Nope PastType of childhood: Bad for him, being forced into a certain kind of life that he grew to hate in the future. First memory: His father abusing a staff member in the houseMost important childhood memory: Nothing importantWhy: His childhood was hell, he doesn't bothering trying to remember thingsChildhood hero: Nobody Dream job: Racer (Race Car Driver)Education: Dropped out of High schoolReligion: noneFinances: Very WealthyPresentCurrently living with: On his ownPets: Cat named NeoReligion: none Occupation: Racer / No real jobFinances: Being paid by his family just to not get in troubleFamilyMother:   "Eve" ManithikhunRelationship with her: Terrible/ Fight oftenFather: Aaludaiperumal Manithikhun Relationship with him: Terrible/ Fight OftenSiblings:  NoneRelationship with them:Other important family members: Many Uncles and Aunts he doesn't get along withExes: June (Styles Sister)Relationship with them: Broke up with her due to seeing how she treated Style and the fact she lied about her true self, not that he would ever tell anyone that.FavoritesColor: Deep RedsLeast favorite color: Baby barf greenMusic: Anything but country musicFood: Sushi/Ramen/anything meat and spicyForm of entertainment: racing or partyingMode of transportation: A deep red motorcycle Most prized possession: His motorcycleHabitsHobbies: Racing, Partying, Drawing, or just relaxing at hom How he/she would spend a rainy day: Sitting in one of his cars listening to itSpending habits: All out spending Smokes: yesDrinks: too muchOther drugs: Weed mostlyWhat does he do too much of? Cursing or being bluntWhat does he/she do too little of? Self care Extremely skilled at: Racing, Binge drinking Extremely unskilled at: Keeping calm Nervous tics: Licking his lips or crossing his arms and digging his fingernails into his skinUsual body posture: Standing straight and dominantMannerisms: Mysterious, dominant, mostly randomPeculiarities: Moves his eyebrows a lotSelf-perceptionHow he/she feels about himself/herself: Depends on the person around themOne word the character would use to describe self: Stubborn What does the character consider his best personality trait? Confident What does the character consider his worst personality trait? Bluntness What does the character consider his best physical characteristic? His neck or jawline What does the character consider his worst physical characteristic? His eyes How does the character think others perceive him? An a**hole What would the character most like to change about himself; He wants to be kinder to those around himRelationships with othersOpinion of other people in general: If the person treats him right he is fine, but if they don't they are his enemyDoes the character hide his true opinions and emotions from others? Yes he doesPerson character most hates: His mother and father Best friend(s):  NoneLove interest(s): NonePerson character goes to for advice: NonePerson character feels responsible for or takes care of: NonePerson character feels shy or awkward around: NonePerson character openly admires: NonePerson character secretly admires: StyleMost important person in character’s life before story starts:TraitsOptimist or pessimist? Optimist Introvert or extrovert? Half and HalfDaredevil or cautious? daredevilLogical or emotional? emotional Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Disorderly and MessyPrefers working or relaxing? RelazingConfident or unsure of himself? confident Animal lover? Loves animals