 03:05:39 Sunset(Also Pine+Oak| Actually nevermind, I don't want to talk about his again |
03:05:26 Hummer| They keep making comments about Jews. Just contact a mod and report them. |
03:05:23 Swirly| I'm doing fine. Been cooped up at home for the past week instead of going to school and I can't wait to see my friends tomorrow |
03:05:20 Vy | Nyx| I havenÂ’t seen the ring, he wonÂ’t let me see it and says he wants that part to be a surprise. But he said I literally showed it to him once and he played it off as if it wasnÂ’t the ring XD |
03:05:08 Sunset(Also Pine+Oak Wizi,
...Whatcha talking about? |
03:04:42 Hummer| @Vy, sounds like you found a keeper! Especially if you guys are already getting along living together. |
03:04:14 Peep/sam Alright, very done babysitting lol
How are you? |
03:03:26 | I'm not a jew, I'm not from Israel |
03:03:25 Bluey peep
lmao. I thought that's what was supposed to happen lol |
03:03:11 Iris Vy
that is actually so cute <3 |
03:03:10 Vy | Nyx| My dad is military so between deployments and everything else, he is kind ofÂ… absent. My fiancé and I live together and have for over a year. We would both know if he didnÂ’t approve by now lol |
03:03:01 Peep/sam| My sister smacked my brother in the face with a shoe ☠️😭 |
03:03:00 Geek @Iris
That's how my little cousins, and little brother are. |
03:02:57 Hummer| Good to know! Just wanted to make sure. 😉 |
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OC file........ Loading..... OC File 01 for Shadow Company <REDACTED> "Rowan" <REDACTED> Age- Looks to be early to mid-twenties DOB(MM/DD/YY)- 04/08/<REDACTED> POB- <REDACTED> <REDACTED> County, OH Sex- Male Ethnicity- White Nationality- American Blood type- <REDACTED> Height- 6" Weight- 210LB Languages Spoken- English, Scottish Gaelic, Russian Status- AWOL Married- N Zodiac- Aries Accent- Midwestern accent with a slight bit of twang of hillbilly/the holler, causing Rowan to pronounce leash a bit weird and stuff like that. Personality Type-INFP Most Used Phrases- "In a hot minute," "In all honesty-" Habits(B)- Biting and picking his nails, cursing, bad temper, picks at scabs or cuts, holds grudges. Habits(G)- Saying 'please' and 'thank you', apologizing to most, good manners. Name Origin- Irish. It's derived from the Irish name Ruadhan, which means "red-haired." Named after- Sorbus aucuparia (Rowan also known as Mountain Ash) Which in folklore is the "Tree of Protection" and is said to protect against witches. It is also believed by druids to protect the spirits of the dead. Hobbies- Equine Massage Therapy, horse riding, drawing, writing, playing guitar. Positive Traits- Deep-rooted loyalty, creative, sympathetic, high-spirited, brave, charismatic, likable. Negative Traits- Temper, emotionally sensitive, deceptive, manipulative, power-thirsty, senses overwhelm easily, petty. Physical Appearance- Rowan has a rather larger build, being tall meaning he can never be 'skinny' but he isn't fat, most of his 'large' look is muscle. He has rather long, chocolatey brown hair that is naturally very curly. He has icy pale blue eyes and a fully symmetrical face. His hair reaches down to his chest. Voice- Rowan had an averagely deep voice, nothing harsh but not like a child, his voice is rather soothing and has a small bit of rasp. Some describe it as someone being cozy in a fluffy blanket with hot cocoa in front of a fireplace. Brief Backstory- Rowan grew up in a middle-class family full of rather emotionally harsh parents who didn't understand how to take care of a child with deep-rooted empathy and overall fragile emotions. Because of this, Rowan struggles with his emotions controlling him instead of the other way around. His parents were overall emotionally abusive, making him believe he barely had control over his life, causing him to cling to the few things he could, including when he wanted to eat and how much. His parents had commented on his weight several times. Causing an eating disorder to occur around 13. Being homeschooled his whole life has caused him to struggle with certain aspects of socialization. He went no contact with his parents around 18. Right before he was lured into a secret Terrorist Organization, where he was saved from the said organization by a Southern American man who was the founder and commander of a PMC. Rowan still has a deep-rooted loyalty to that man. |
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￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Lorelai Sterling Salvatore ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ It was a rather common occurence for the beloved daughter of Protestas Salvotore to linger within the outskirts of the high-class city of Albany, New York. Most individuals that inhabit the city would merely scoff or chortle in apparent dismissal at the mere accusation of crime being heightened and concealed beneath those charming, innocent smiles and wealthy CEOs of nearby enterprises; Lorelai was one of those individuals, but the slight glimmer of malice and narcissism within her umber eyes indicated otherwise. The city of Albany, New York was originally designed to be one for the rich that were seeking reprieve and tranquility from the chaotic, bustling city of New York, but now it had been transformed into a criminal undercity for the thriving Michaelis Mafia. A Mafia that is runned by the unwavering ties of family and inheritance is the most dangerous one, hence why no one bats an eye at any form of public activity involving the Michaelis lineage. Lorelai Sterling Salvatore, a mere twenty-three year-old woman, was incredibly high-ranked within the Michaelis Mafia, causing her to be a relevant and known individual both within and outside of the Mafia. This was precisely why she had found herself at her father's beck and call, slumbing further and further into the seat she had collapsed into. Choruses of innocent cheering and reticent murmuring of scandals surrounded her as she simply sat and observed, eyeing the individuals that had assimilated into the primary space of the Salvatore Manor; the Salvatore Manor was one of the three headquarters of the Michaelis Mafia. She was silent and often nodded or shrugged at any attempt of verbal communication from another individual, ensuring to raise her head and maintain eye contact if her father or Lady Hyomin addressed her. ``You seem dreadful this evening,`` Lady Hyomin, one of the Michaelis Mafia's leader's beloved sisters, crooned into Lorelai's ear as she pulled up a nearby chair, settling into it with an unamused sigh. The familiar lull of her voice had caused Lorelai to raise her head and shift her gaze onto her, eyeing the designer clothing and expensive jewelry the woman was outright drenched in. She narrowed her eyes into contemplative slits as Lady Hyomin lifted a cigarette to take an elongated drag, causing Lorelai to cough and shift her gaze away once more. ``I forgot you abandonded smoking.`` ``It is terrible for one's health,`` Lorelai chidded in response, her voice sounding as timid and lax as ever; she did not fit the description that she was often conveyed as: harsh, cruel, violence-seeking, and perhaps even sadistic. Her dirty blonde hair shifted as she propped her chin with a ringed, fisted hand, angling her cranium to fix Lady Hyomin with a steady stare. ``The celebration.. It seems pointless.`` ``Let your father celebrate his old age, Sterling,`` Lady Hyomin retorted in a semi-playful tone, offering her an amused smile before focusing on her cigarette again. Lorelai simply sighed heavily before allowing her focus and gaze to shift elsewhere once again; it was a habit one must adapt if they ever wished to live in such intense, unpredictable circumstances. She remained silent as she surveyed the room, acknowledging the pianist with a brief wave whilst casting a side glare at her father. As per usual, Protestas Salvatore was indulging in the company of the Michaelis Mafia's leader; Lorelai never dared to approach the man himself, knowing the atrocities and crimes he's comitted over the past forty years or so. For the briefest of moments, Lorelai allowed herself the time to truly take in the opulence of her home. The crystal, grandiose chandelier that shone above the double doorway was decorated with ornaments and other Christmas-related decors; thus was a consequence of her father being born the day ensuing Christmas. The grand piano was being played by a former member of a famous orchestra whilst the harp remained untouched, slowly accumilating dust since its owner had been deceased for years now. The glass table that stretched out across the primary room seemed to stretch on for miles, hosting approximately thirty individuals at once. Lorelai sometimes wished that she had a more simple, non-violent life, but that was something she could never truly alter. |
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