Been a while since I've been in an RP, but this seems like a good one to start back up with. I'll get a CS up ASAP.
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Regis Dimitrios
Regis narrowed his eyes as colours of panic began to sour through his partner as he denied the delinquent’s claims. This was highly suspicious. Was the colour panic? Or fear! Or both! No matter how you looked at him, it was way too suspicious. Was his poor, pitiable partner being threatened into silence by that hoodlum? Why, if it wasn't for Regis' newfound skill, he might have believed Monty's panicked explanation. Truly a useful ability!
"Hm. Yes, I see," he said, sitting down next Monty. He would be silent for now. Who knew to what depth this 'Nancy' fiend had a hold of his precious partner. "Nice to meet you, Nancy," he said, over-emphasising her name in a way that he thought probably sounded threatening, and glared daggers at the hooligan. He was onto her. Making the poor man pretend he was friends with her, even when not being around her! Regis continued to stare 'menacingly' at the woman across from them as he scooped up fruit salad to his mouth.
Some other fellow came by, plopping himself down in the group. Apparently he was the delinquent's partner. Then he too could not be trusted! Surely it was fitting for a hoodlum to be partnered with another hoodlum, even if the guy did seem fairly unassuming at first glance. Since when was the Academy full of such shady figures?
"Nice to meet you, Luciano," he said with the same perplexing faux-menace as he did with Nancy, and managed to stop himself from adding 'if that is your real name'. “So Monty, how did you meet your friend here?”
Regis narrowed his eyes as colours of panic began to sour through his partner as he denied the delinquent’s claims. This was highly suspicious. Was the colour panic? Or fear! Or both! No matter how you looked at him, it was way too suspicious. Was his poor, pitiable partner being threatened into silence by that hoodlum? Why, if it wasn't for Regis' newfound skill, he might have believed Monty's panicked explanation. Truly a useful ability!
"Hm. Yes, I see," he said, sitting down next Monty. He would be silent for now. Who knew to what depth this 'Nancy' fiend had a hold of his precious partner. "Nice to meet you, Nancy," he said, over-emphasising her name in a way that he thought probably sounded threatening, and glared daggers at the hooligan. He was onto her. Making the poor man pretend he was friends with her, even when not being around her! Regis continued to stare 'menacingly' at the woman across from them as he scooped up fruit salad to his mouth.
Some other fellow came by, plopping himself down in the group. Apparently he was the delinquent's partner. Then he too could not be trusted! Surely it was fitting for a hoodlum to be partnered with another hoodlum, even if the guy did seem fairly unassuming at first glance. Since when was the Academy full of such shady figures?
"Nice to meet you, Luciano," he said with the same perplexing faux-menace as he did with Nancy, and managed to stop himself from adding 'if that is your real name'. “So Monty, how did you meet your friend here?”
Would ya just look at how critical and stuffy this OOC is! Not nearly enough sombrero wearing sociopaths!
Regis Dimitrios
As usual, Regis set his alarm for 6:00am. He got up from bed at 5:23. He woke at 4:52. That night had not been a restful slumber. Despite his bed and bed side being perfectly lined with his precious plush toys, he found his fuzzy friends were of little comfort as he twisted and turned in his new bed, at his new room, at his new home, with his new partner and this new nagging feeling in the back of his mind. But staring at a ceiling you cannot see leaves little room for distraction, so Regis was left with a bizarre question he had not considered until he talked with Monty.
'Was there something wrong with Regis?'
After a long session of 'not sleeping' he concluded that there was nothing wrong with him and the fact he spent so long pondering it was the strange thing itself. So what if his partner didn't have some of the basic necessities in life, like maids or proper amounts of belongings, that didn't indicate Regis was strange. That meant Monty was strange! But his new partner was cute, so he forgave him for this obvious abnormality. He wasn't sure what poverty the poor fellow had been living in up to this point (definitely a scholarship student), but it was surely quite horrific! What a cruel world!
He got 2 hours sleep at most. Waking up in pitch black, completely awake and realising that no matter how hard he cuddled Sir Bernaldino the Grizzly Bear he wasn't going to get another wink of sleep wasn't the greatest feeling, so instead of torturing himself he just decided the get on with his schedule. He trudged to the bathroom, sluggishly shrugging off his clothes, and reached to the faucet as an odd thought occurred to him. Was this going to wake up Monty? The actual thought itself wasn't the odd part, so much the fact he thought it at all. For some reason that seemed... unlike himself. No matter. Aside from covering the gap under the door with a towel so most of the light would go unnoticed, there wasn't a whole lot he could do except hope Monty was a heavy sleeper, or that the walls were thick enough to muffle the sound.
After a 20 minute shower using his own body wash, shampoo and conditioner (he wasn’t going to use the stuff the Academy had given them, he had standards!), he clicked his tongue in annoyance when he realised that if the shower hadn’t woken his partner, then a blow dryer certainly would. His hair was considerably lengthy, and if he doesn’t straighten it then it would go completely bonkers. He can’t use a flat iron on wet hair! He’d have to wait until he knew Monty was up. Wow, living with another person was so needlessly annoying. At least when he lived with those idiots the year before he didn’t give a damn if he woke them at 2am because he had a sudden craving for orange juice or the urge to play his favourite rock music without headphones.
Marvelling at his own thoughtfulness he decided to just straighten it later. He dried off, put on his clothes, wrapped his damp hair in a towel and brought out his large makeup kit from under the sink. After doing his usual routine of shaving and contouring his beautiful face, he peeked out of the bathroom to check the clock. 6:10. It took him under an hour to get his shower and makeup done, along with brushing his teeth, and he hadn’t even straightened his hair yet. On a normal day when Monty would have to use the bathroom too, would he manage to get everything done in time? How long would his partner need to use the bathroom? With a sage nod, he knew there was a simple solution to save time. Get into the shower together with-— Whoa, hormones, calm.
Eh, he would figure that out later. For now, he had some time. Opening up the only cooking book he had in his collection to a bookmarked page, a guide on baking pastries which he had been pouring over the night before, Regis tried to cram in as much information as he could to deal with the bold faced lie he told Monty about his cooking skills. He vaguely noted an alarm clock sound out from the room across, noting his partner’s 6:30 start. Finally. He grabbed his hair dryer and flat iron from the bathroom before Monty apprehended it, and got to work now that noise wasn’t an issue. Breakfast started at 7, blow drying could often take as long as 20 minutes but he squeezed out as much water as he could beforehand so it would probably just take 10, however straightening it could take as long as an hour if he wanted it to be perfect, but a hurried job could probably take 30 minutes and... wow, why was looking so fantastic such a damned chore?
Finishing up drying his hair and five minutes into straightening with a small portable mirror propped up on his desk, he heard a few knocks at the partition and the sound of the door opening. "Hey Regis? I'm gonna head to the dining hall to find my sister and friends. You're welcome to join us for breakfast, Felicity and Nancy are pretty friendly."
Regis blinked and frowned. He hated being seen before he was properly prepared, and he had barely even started assembling his mess of black hair. “Could you not— Uh, I mean, sure thing! I’d love to! Just give me, uh, ten minutes and I’ll meet you there.” Ten minutes!? Why did he say that? He needed at least twenty! You’re not supposed to rush the hair straightening process! It’s a sacred ritual!
Rushing the sacred hair straightening ritual, he got it done in 15 minutes instead. Giving a quick check in the bathroom mirror that everything was in order – his hair wasn’t quite at the level he would have normally wanted but it would suffice – he rushed out the door and headed to the cafeteria. Moving at a swift walking pace, he made it to the wide (and considerably busy) hall. Lining up at the buffet and struggling to see past the mass of people in front of him, he grabbed some fruit salad and black tea with some milk. Only healthy stuff for him!... except for the chocolate muffin he also took. After searching for a minute or so, he spotted a recognisable blob of blonde hair, and made his way over to the table with a smile on his face.
“Ah, Monty, good morn—“ Regis trailed off as he saw a highly dangerous looking individual sitting across from his partner.
Who was this thug? He remembered Monty saying his twin sister was called Felicity, and that his friend was Nancy. Considering the woman resembled Monty as much as a human being resembled a piece of nuclear weaponry, he either assumed that this was Nancy or some random punk pestering the poor man. And considering the colour that surrounded the woman was either irritation, tiredness or some combination of the two, he knew instantly that this was some villain! In the Academy, of all places!
“Monty! Is this delinquent harassing you?!”
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As usual, Regis set his alarm for 6:00am. He got up from bed at 5:23. He woke at 4:52. That night had not been a restful slumber. Despite his bed and bed side being perfectly lined with his precious plush toys, he found his fuzzy friends were of little comfort as he twisted and turned in his new bed, at his new room, at his new home, with his new partner and this new nagging feeling in the back of his mind. But staring at a ceiling you cannot see leaves little room for distraction, so Regis was left with a bizarre question he had not considered until he talked with Monty.
'Was there something wrong with Regis?'
After a long session of 'not sleeping' he concluded that there was nothing wrong with him and the fact he spent so long pondering it was the strange thing itself. So what if his partner didn't have some of the basic necessities in life, like maids or proper amounts of belongings, that didn't indicate Regis was strange. That meant Monty was strange! But his new partner was cute, so he forgave him for this obvious abnormality. He wasn't sure what poverty the poor fellow had been living in up to this point (definitely a scholarship student), but it was surely quite horrific! What a cruel world!
He got 2 hours sleep at most. Waking up in pitch black, completely awake and realising that no matter how hard he cuddled Sir Bernaldino the Grizzly Bear he wasn't going to get another wink of sleep wasn't the greatest feeling, so instead of torturing himself he just decided the get on with his schedule. He trudged to the bathroom, sluggishly shrugging off his clothes, and reached to the faucet as an odd thought occurred to him. Was this going to wake up Monty? The actual thought itself wasn't the odd part, so much the fact he thought it at all. For some reason that seemed... unlike himself. No matter. Aside from covering the gap under the door with a towel so most of the light would go unnoticed, there wasn't a whole lot he could do except hope Monty was a heavy sleeper, or that the walls were thick enough to muffle the sound.
After a 20 minute shower using his own body wash, shampoo and conditioner (he wasn’t going to use the stuff the Academy had given them, he had standards!), he clicked his tongue in annoyance when he realised that if the shower hadn’t woken his partner, then a blow dryer certainly would. His hair was considerably lengthy, and if he doesn’t straighten it then it would go completely bonkers. He can’t use a flat iron on wet hair! He’d have to wait until he knew Monty was up. Wow, living with another person was so needlessly annoying. At least when he lived with those idiots the year before he didn’t give a damn if he woke them at 2am because he had a sudden craving for orange juice or the urge to play his favourite rock music without headphones.
Marvelling at his own thoughtfulness he decided to just straighten it later. He dried off, put on his clothes, wrapped his damp hair in a towel and brought out his large makeup kit from under the sink. After doing his usual routine of shaving and contouring his beautiful face, he peeked out of the bathroom to check the clock. 6:10. It took him under an hour to get his shower and makeup done, along with brushing his teeth, and he hadn’t even straightened his hair yet. On a normal day when Monty would have to use the bathroom too, would he manage to get everything done in time? How long would his partner need to use the bathroom? With a sage nod, he knew there was a simple solution to save time. Get into the shower together with-— Whoa, hormones, calm.
Eh, he would figure that out later. For now, he had some time. Opening up the only cooking book he had in his collection to a bookmarked page, a guide on baking pastries which he had been pouring over the night before, Regis tried to cram in as much information as he could to deal with the bold faced lie he told Monty about his cooking skills. He vaguely noted an alarm clock sound out from the room across, noting his partner’s 6:30 start. Finally. He grabbed his hair dryer and flat iron from the bathroom before Monty apprehended it, and got to work now that noise wasn’t an issue. Breakfast started at 7, blow drying could often take as long as 20 minutes but he squeezed out as much water as he could beforehand so it would probably just take 10, however straightening it could take as long as an hour if he wanted it to be perfect, but a hurried job could probably take 30 minutes and... wow, why was looking so fantastic such a damned chore?
Finishing up drying his hair and five minutes into straightening with a small portable mirror propped up on his desk, he heard a few knocks at the partition and the sound of the door opening. "Hey Regis? I'm gonna head to the dining hall to find my sister and friends. You're welcome to join us for breakfast, Felicity and Nancy are pretty friendly."
Regis blinked and frowned. He hated being seen before he was properly prepared, and he had barely even started assembling his mess of black hair. “Could you not— Uh, I mean, sure thing! I’d love to! Just give me, uh, ten minutes and I’ll meet you there.” Ten minutes!? Why did he say that? He needed at least twenty! You’re not supposed to rush the hair straightening process! It’s a sacred ritual!
Rushing the sacred hair straightening ritual, he got it done in 15 minutes instead. Giving a quick check in the bathroom mirror that everything was in order – his hair wasn’t quite at the level he would have normally wanted but it would suffice – he rushed out the door and headed to the cafeteria. Moving at a swift walking pace, he made it to the wide (and considerably busy) hall. Lining up at the buffet and struggling to see past the mass of people in front of him, he grabbed some fruit salad and black tea with some milk. Only healthy stuff for him!... except for the chocolate muffin he also took. After searching for a minute or so, he spotted a recognisable blob of blonde hair, and made his way over to the table with a smile on his face.
“Ah, Monty, good morn—“ Regis trailed off as he saw a highly dangerous looking individual sitting across from his partner.
Who was this thug? He remembered Monty saying his twin sister was called Felicity, and that his friend was Nancy. Considering the woman resembled Monty as much as a human being resembled a piece of nuclear weaponry, he either assumed that this was Nancy or some random punk pestering the poor man. And considering the colour that surrounded the woman was either irritation, tiredness or some combination of the two, he knew instantly that this was some villain! In the Academy, of all places!
“Monty! Is this delinquent harassing you?!”
@The Errorist@onenote
Regis Dimitrios
No maids! A pitiful number of belongings! This poor, deprived soul. Is he not worried someone will steal his possessions whilst away from home? That aforementioned cleaning lady sounds incredibly suspicious, he should be more careful! He knows he wouldn't trust his maids to not loot his abundant and valuable geode collection, so he brought the entire thing! Along his top of the line computer, the part of his book collection he actually cares about, almost every single piece of clothing from his bedroom sized walk in wardrobe (all tailor made for him!), makeup accessories (it takes work to be so beautiful), and five tennis rackets.
Oh, and his animal plush collection. Half of them are bears. He was distraught when he was told he couldn't bring his 2 and a half meter tall Eremite plush.
"Oh, uh, you know, usual stuff. Clothes, computer, uh, life... provisions. And worry not! I assure you this is all quite light," he grabbed a hold of one of the boxes on top, and heaved, expecting it to lift easily with his immense strength. It lifted a centimetre up before he gave a startled yelp like a small surprised puppy and dropped it back down. That was definitely one of the geode boxes. He looked sheepishly back to Monty, and rubbed his neck.
"N-not that I'd need it usually, but um, help would be appreciated. I'm just uh, tired after the train ride. Yep."
@The Errorist
No maids! A pitiful number of belongings! This poor, deprived soul. Is he not worried someone will steal his possessions whilst away from home? That aforementioned cleaning lady sounds incredibly suspicious, he should be more careful! He knows he wouldn't trust his maids to not loot his abundant and valuable geode collection, so he brought the entire thing! Along his top of the line computer, the part of his book collection he actually cares about, almost every single piece of clothing from his bedroom sized walk in wardrobe (all tailor made for him!), makeup accessories (it takes work to be so beautiful), and five tennis rackets.
Oh, and his animal plush collection. Half of them are bears. He was distraught when he was told he couldn't bring his 2 and a half meter tall Eremite plush.
"Oh, uh, you know, usual stuff. Clothes, computer, uh, life... provisions. And worry not! I assure you this is all quite light," he grabbed a hold of one of the boxes on top, and heaved, expecting it to lift easily with his immense strength. It lifted a centimetre up before he gave a startled yelp like a small surprised puppy and dropped it back down. That was definitely one of the geode boxes. He looked sheepishly back to Monty, and rubbed his neck.
"N-not that I'd need it usually, but um, help would be appreciated. I'm just uh, tired after the train ride. Yep."
@The Errorist
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Regis Dimitrios
"I was just curious, and a bit confused. My parents are home fairly often, so it was just a bit odd to hear that you were alone enough to teach yourself that kind of stuff."
Regis blinked. Through his partners blatantly romantically grounded worrying, he was suddenly overcome with the urge to call his parents. Not for any particular reason, just to talk. Ask how work has been. Maybe if they'll be free anytime during the holidays. Maybe they could go see a movie. He began to rub his neck, as the concern-esque colours that emanated from Monty made Regis strangely uncomfortable, for reasons he wasn't quite sure of. Was his family life really that strange? This may be the longest he's ever held a conversation with someone his own age, he can't quite remember ever having asked anyone about what their home life was like.
"Well, uh, your parents are probably just not as busy as mine. If they even took a single day off the company would fall apart! Important people are very busy."
Monty's parents were home often? As in, every night? Was that normal? No, Monty was the strange one. Regis was a well-adjusted boy with a well-adjusted home life and well-adjusted interpersonal relationships. His partner was just over-coddled! How spoilt! How pampered! How... How... nice. Regis would call his parents later.
His partner, who was sorting out his things, mentioned the monster hunting class and boy howdy did the sweating begin again.
"R-right! Monster hunting! Your concern is cute, but completely unfounded! For you see, I am also highly skilled in...” There was a firm knock on the door, interrupting his completely true and not faked boasting. Regis furrowed his brow, and stormed towards the door. “Why on earth do people keep interrupting us? Does no-one understand just how important we ar—Oh, it’s just you.” He opened the door to a middle-aged maid lugging around what had to have been 7 taped up medium sized cardboard boxes stacked in a wheeled luggage carrier.
“Oh yes, ‘just me’, the woman that practically raised you lugging around your rock collection,” she said, looking down at him from behind her oval glasses. Regis shot his head around to his partner the very second she started saying ‘rock’.
“Haha, she’s being figurative!” he stammered nervously. “As in ‘these boxes are as heavy as rocks’, haha, good one, Martha.”
“I was referring to your literal rock collection in box 3—“
“Excuse us for a moment!” he said loudly, hurriedly moving outside and shutting the door behind him. He turned up to the woman angrily. “First of all, that is a geode collection. Second of all, why didn’t you just send a delivery man or something? Don’t you have anything better to do, you old hag?” He was completely oblivious to just how loud he was talking. A ‘could probably hear what was being said if you tried to listen’ level of loud.
“Your parents were merely curious as to who you were paired with.”
“His name is Monty Goldberg. Now leave.”
“They were more hoping for ‘what type of person’ they are.”
“He’s a lovely fellow! Polite! Attractive! He can cook! 10 out of 10, would recommend. Ok, go home.” He swept his hands forth in a ‘shoo, shoo’ fashion.
“Why are you so hostile today?” she said calmly.
“I’m not hostile. Do not tell me I’m hostile. I just don’t want anyone to mess this up for me. I am finally talking with a person my own age. Conversing! And I don’t need your pompous self in there making him think the Dimitrios family hires high and mighty snobs! He might think I’m a high and mighty snob!”
“What an awful misconception that would be,” she said. Regis could not make out a single colour this woman was feeling. He had a vague feeling it wasn’t positive, but we wasn’t sure.
“I know, right? So, in short, go away and tell my parents that my partner is superb. Actually no, I’ll call them tonight and say it myself.” Martha gave off the only easily recognizable colour he had seen in her yet: mild surprise.
“Very well. But call me ‘old hag’ again and I’ll tell your parents that Monty is a low-class delinquent that just exited juvenile detention.”
“You wouldn’t d—wait, you might. Dammit. I... apologize,” he said with a transparent lack of sincerity. She didn’t seem to give off any colours that indicated she particularly impressed, but she didn’t say anything in response towards it.
“Very well, then I’ll be leaving. Do stay out of trouble.” she said, and turned away.
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled to himself irritably, only just having realised that St. Fortuna wouldn’t even let someone like that enter in the first place. Opening the door he dragged the luggage carrier in with him, utterly shocked at the sheer weight of the thing. How far had she managed to lug this thing? He somehow dragged the thing inside, and went back to talk to his partner. “Sorry about that! You know how maids are, amiright? So, uh, what were we discussing?” He legitimately could not remember, and looked out at the boy unpacking his single bag of luggage. “Eh, probably wasn’t important. So when’s the rest of your luggage coming?” Surely the luggage Monty had brought himself wasn’t all of his belongings.
"I was just curious, and a bit confused. My parents are home fairly often, so it was just a bit odd to hear that you were alone enough to teach yourself that kind of stuff."
Regis blinked. Through his partners blatantly romantically grounded worrying, he was suddenly overcome with the urge to call his parents. Not for any particular reason, just to talk. Ask how work has been. Maybe if they'll be free anytime during the holidays. Maybe they could go see a movie. He began to rub his neck, as the concern-esque colours that emanated from Monty made Regis strangely uncomfortable, for reasons he wasn't quite sure of. Was his family life really that strange? This may be the longest he's ever held a conversation with someone his own age, he can't quite remember ever having asked anyone about what their home life was like.
"Well, uh, your parents are probably just not as busy as mine. If they even took a single day off the company would fall apart! Important people are very busy."
Monty's parents were home often? As in, every night? Was that normal? No, Monty was the strange one. Regis was a well-adjusted boy with a well-adjusted home life and well-adjusted interpersonal relationships. His partner was just over-coddled! How spoilt! How pampered! How... How... nice. Regis would call his parents later.
His partner, who was sorting out his things, mentioned the monster hunting class and boy howdy did the sweating begin again.
"R-right! Monster hunting! Your concern is cute, but completely unfounded! For you see, I am also highly skilled in...” There was a firm knock on the door, interrupting his completely true and not faked boasting. Regis furrowed his brow, and stormed towards the door. “Why on earth do people keep interrupting us? Does no-one understand just how important we ar—Oh, it’s just you.” He opened the door to a middle-aged maid lugging around what had to have been 7 taped up medium sized cardboard boxes stacked in a wheeled luggage carrier.
“Oh yes, ‘just me’, the woman that practically raised you lugging around your rock collection,” she said, looking down at him from behind her oval glasses. Regis shot his head around to his partner the very second she started saying ‘rock’.
“Haha, she’s being figurative!” he stammered nervously. “As in ‘these boxes are as heavy as rocks’, haha, good one, Martha.”
“I was referring to your literal rock collection in box 3—“
“Excuse us for a moment!” he said loudly, hurriedly moving outside and shutting the door behind him. He turned up to the woman angrily. “First of all, that is a geode collection. Second of all, why didn’t you just send a delivery man or something? Don’t you have anything better to do, you old hag?” He was completely oblivious to just how loud he was talking. A ‘could probably hear what was being said if you tried to listen’ level of loud.
“Your parents were merely curious as to who you were paired with.”
“His name is Monty Goldberg. Now leave.”
“They were more hoping for ‘what type of person’ they are.”
“He’s a lovely fellow! Polite! Attractive! He can cook! 10 out of 10, would recommend. Ok, go home.” He swept his hands forth in a ‘shoo, shoo’ fashion.
“Why are you so hostile today?” she said calmly.
“I’m not hostile. Do not tell me I’m hostile. I just don’t want anyone to mess this up for me. I am finally talking with a person my own age. Conversing! And I don’t need your pompous self in there making him think the Dimitrios family hires high and mighty snobs! He might think I’m a high and mighty snob!”
“What an awful misconception that would be,” she said. Regis could not make out a single colour this woman was feeling. He had a vague feeling it wasn’t positive, but we wasn’t sure.
“I know, right? So, in short, go away and tell my parents that my partner is superb. Actually no, I’ll call them tonight and say it myself.” Martha gave off the only easily recognizable colour he had seen in her yet: mild surprise.
“Very well. But call me ‘old hag’ again and I’ll tell your parents that Monty is a low-class delinquent that just exited juvenile detention.”
“You wouldn’t d—wait, you might. Dammit. I... apologize,” he said with a transparent lack of sincerity. She didn’t seem to give off any colours that indicated she particularly impressed, but she didn’t say anything in response towards it.
“Very well, then I’ll be leaving. Do stay out of trouble.” she said, and turned away.
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled to himself irritably, only just having realised that St. Fortuna wouldn’t even let someone like that enter in the first place. Opening the door he dragged the luggage carrier in with him, utterly shocked at the sheer weight of the thing. How far had she managed to lug this thing? He somehow dragged the thing inside, and went back to talk to his partner. “Sorry about that! You know how maids are, amiright? So, uh, what were we discussing?” He legitimately could not remember, and looked out at the boy unpacking his single bag of luggage. “Eh, probably wasn’t important. So when’s the rest of your luggage coming?” Surely the luggage Monty had brought himself wasn’t all of his belongings.
Please don't feel discouraged, @Melpaws. Len is pretty strict, is all. We'd love to see you try again.
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I have an update for the height list. This is based upon the accepted characters on Len's OP. I think the tall men ratio has decreased a bit, but the mini mini mini women ratio is basically even smaller. What do you all have against tall women, seriously. Tall women are great.
Men
Korrey - 6'6
Leo - 6'5
Richard - 6'2
Marth - 6'1
Monty - 5’9
Nathan - 5'7
Samuel - 5'7
Robert - 5’6
Ngiwan - 5'4
Regis - 5'2
Loke - unknown (this is important stuff, goddammit)
Women
Ruby - 5'7
Felicity - 5'7
Nancy - 5'6
Janine - 5'5
Talia - 5'3 1/2
Mui - 5'3
Alice - 5'3
Beatrice - 5’2
Mikayla - 5'1
Liliac - 5'0
Jeanette - unknown (Raijin, plz)
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I have an update for the height list. This is based upon the accepted characters on Len's OP. I think the tall men ratio has decreased a bit, but the mini mini mini women ratio is basically even smaller. What do you all have against tall women, seriously. Tall women are great.
Men
Korrey - 6'6
Leo - 6'5
Richard - 6'2
Marth - 6'1
Monty - 5’9
Nathan - 5'7
Samuel - 5'7
Robert - 5’6
Ngiwan - 5'4
Regis - 5'2
Loke - unknown (this is important stuff, goddammit)
Women
Ruby - 5'7
Felicity - 5'7
Nancy - 5'6
Janine - 5'5
Talia - 5'3 1/2
Mui - 5'3
Alice - 5'3
Beatrice - 5’2
Mikayla - 5'1
Liliac - 5'0
Jeanette - unknown (Raijin, plz)
Alrighty, found some time. Post up.
And I remembered the mentions for what I think is the first time, probably.
And I remembered the mentions for what I think is the first time, probably.
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