12-06-2019, 01:22 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;color:black;"]— HOUSE
∙ (WIP, copied straight from discord) Probably constrains himself to one or two rooms because he's very used to sharing quarters; starts with a military bivy in a mostly-empty room. There's a metal bedframe, a desk, a shelf pushed against the wall with bug-eaten books stacked by the previous owner, and a ratty-looking rug on the floor. Eventually upgrades to a small, twin-sized mattress pad he found in the junkyard and tosses the sleeping bag on top. A calendar for 1955 still hangs yellowed on the wall.
∙ In his other room, there's a stiff-looking loveseat, a coffee table, some old plastic houseplants and an unused television. He's taken some utilities from the kitchen (a coffee press, utensils) and left them on the coffee table for ease of use. There's a thin blanket strung up over each window to dim the light, and a fire-lit camping lantern on a desk near the bedroom wall. He's haphazardly left his equipment in one corner of the room and dragged a folding chair to the desk.
∙ He isn't looking for housemates, not now, but the house is still otherwise empty. Untouched rooms are scattered with trash and papers he hasn't gotten around to cleaning yet, all memories of a human life abandoned decades ago.
∙ As he settles in, the house slowly gets clean and almost acquires a personal charm. His personal vanity is heavily constrained: while he appreciates material for what it's worth, for its usefulness, he does not focus his life around acquiring goods. When he allows himself to add nicer things to his home, they accumulate in the form of Polaroids taped to the wall, a few library books and maps he found in the reference section, pieces of jewelry he doesn't wear but admires where they sit in the desk drawer.
— HUMAN AU
∙ (WIP) Around 25-28 years old, standing at about 5'10" and of lean, toned musculature. Biracial (half japanese) with same grey, clouded eyes and natural dirty-blonde hair. Styles his hair high and slicked back; no facial hair save for longer sideburns. The rare freckle dots his cheekbones and neck, arms, chest. Still uses aviators at all times. Wears a lot of army surplus on the job - dresses up a little when needed.
∙ Works as a drill instructor of a boot camp. Doesn't specify what or where when asked. Lives in a small apartment in the town of Tanglewood; apartment is not a previously-abandoned space in human aus and is well-kept with relatively new furnishings.
∙ (WIP, copied straight from discord) Probably constrains himself to one or two rooms because he's very used to sharing quarters; starts with a military bivy in a mostly-empty room. There's a metal bedframe, a desk, a shelf pushed against the wall with bug-eaten books stacked by the previous owner, and a ratty-looking rug on the floor. Eventually upgrades to a small, twin-sized mattress pad he found in the junkyard and tosses the sleeping bag on top. A calendar for 1955 still hangs yellowed on the wall.
∙ In his other room, there's a stiff-looking loveseat, a coffee table, some old plastic houseplants and an unused television. He's taken some utilities from the kitchen (a coffee press, utensils) and left them on the coffee table for ease of use. There's a thin blanket strung up over each window to dim the light, and a fire-lit camping lantern on a desk near the bedroom wall. He's haphazardly left his equipment in one corner of the room and dragged a folding chair to the desk.
∙ He isn't looking for housemates, not now, but the house is still otherwise empty. Untouched rooms are scattered with trash and papers he hasn't gotten around to cleaning yet, all memories of a human life abandoned decades ago.
∙ As he settles in, the house slowly gets clean and almost acquires a personal charm. His personal vanity is heavily constrained: while he appreciates material for what it's worth, for its usefulness, he does not focus his life around acquiring goods. When he allows himself to add nicer things to his home, they accumulate in the form of Polaroids taped to the wall, a few library books and maps he found in the reference section, pieces of jewelry he doesn't wear but admires where they sit in the desk drawer.
— HUMAN AU
∙ (WIP) Around 25-28 years old, standing at about 5'10" and of lean, toned musculature. Biracial (half japanese) with same grey, clouded eyes and natural dirty-blonde hair. Styles his hair high and slicked back; no facial hair save for longer sideburns. The rare freckle dots his cheekbones and neck, arms, chest. Still uses aviators at all times. Wears a lot of army surplus on the job - dresses up a little when needed.
∙ Works as a drill instructor of a boot camp. Doesn't specify what or where when asked. Lives in a small apartment in the town of Tanglewood; apartment is not a previously-abandoned space in human aus and is well-kept with relatively new furnishings.
[align=center][div style="font-size:12pt;font-family:verdana;color:#4c5461;letter-spacing:-2pt;"][i][b]—-— I GET [color=#4c5461]MEAN WHEN I'M
NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG
NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG