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Hello, I am Zashes, and this is a clause that describes itself.
Interested in mostly character-driven sci-fi and fantasy RPs, of the more casual/advanced variety.
Interested in mostly character-driven sci-fi and fantasy RPs, of the more casual/advanced variety.
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Outside, the brisk autumn air blew the smoke of his cigarette behind him as Moe strolled slowly down the road, looking around himself for somewhere to be. As far as he could tell, Clear Springs and the people comprising it seemed to be fairly ordinary; although he had heard of some crime issues and other goings-on, Moe hadn't personally been affected by any such occurrence, and he wasn't the type of person to look into that sort of thing anyway.. Nonetheless, Moe liked to watch the people around him as they darted around him and rushed into various shops and restaurants; perhaps he was trying to gain some insight into the character of the people of Clear Springs so he could perhaps fit in more, or maybe he was just eager for a distraction to bring him out of the staleness of his current situation. Whatever the reason was, Moe continued to walk onward, gazing intermittently into the windows of shops that he walked past.
Still though, the bar was the only other place he really knew on this street, and Moe's better judgment told him that he shouldn't go in there. Was there a rule against him going into other establishments during his break? Moe didn't recall such a restriction, though maybe he missed something when he got the job. Was it worth risking that possibility? He didn't have that long, after all, and he couldn't drink lest it threaten his job. Moe watched as a man passing by him pushed open the door of the bar, an ghostly voice resounding quietly from within. No, it wasn't quite a voice; it had an ethereal quality to it not unlike that of a stringed instrument, and yet it wasn't that either. A theremin, that's what it was.
Suddenly the bar became much more appealing to him as a distraction. Perhaps he could go inside and just listen to whatever music was playing for the remainder of his break, and come back later after work to have a drink. Maybe one of his acquaintances—Moe wasn't sure if he could quite call them friends—would be there and he could have a conversation, or something like that. Lost in thought, Moe exhaled, smoke billowing from his cigarette around him. Finally reaching the bar, Moe peered inside and indeed, a band was there, preparing to play. It was a theremin, Moe thought absentmindedly, mentally congratulating himself for his minor victory.
Somebody walking behind him pushed past him, abruptly bringing Moe once again to his senses. The man, rushing hastily down the street, looked back at Moe with a look of irritation. "Excuse me," the stranger muttered insincerely, as he continued past the bar and into another establishment. With a small frown, Moe turned to look behind himself to see that the flow of people had not yet lessened, and he respectfully stepped back to allow those behind him to pass as he slowed down.
Withdrawing back towards the wall, Moe leaned against the wall of the building, relaxing slightly. A worn, ragged poster adjacent to the door advertised the band playing—Amish Tech Support? He didn't know quite what to expect, but shrugged the name off anyway; Moe was a bit indiscriminate when it came to his music preferences, and he was quite interested in what the theremin would sound like. Checking his phone again, he confirmed that he still had around sixteen or seventeen minutes left. Well, that was still enough time to sit and listen. He could hear sound from within the interior of the bar, but decided to remain outside a few more moments. Moe once again returned to watching the people as they walked by, taking his time and savoring the cigarette. It seemed like a waste of one, but Moe nonetheless located a nearby cigarette receptacle and stubbed it out.
The sound of the theremin greeted him at its full volume as Moe walked into the bar, accompanied by some other assorted instrumentation. Gazing around the room, he didn't see anyone in particular that he knew, although he did see a few people that he thought he recognized as regulars. Moe was feeling out of place in his clean, white work uniform; a futile hope emerged in Moe's head that nobody would notice him. Would there be consequences if he was caught here? Of course there are, Moe thought to himself. What would they be, though? He was getting the feeling that perhaps he should come back later after work, but then chastised himself for his indecision—he had decided to come in here and listen to music, and that's what he was going to do. Moe wandered apprehensively around the door, still hanging back cautiously. The atmosphere of the bar stood in stark contrast with that of Moe's restaurant; it had a lively energy to it, voices and music blending together in a sort of boisterous cacophony.
Sitting up front at the bar was the man whom Moe had seen walk inside some minutes before, next to whom sat a few other characters who seemed out of place in the raucous environment. A pair of men sat chatting at the bar, one of whom was clad in a red and blue checkered shirt and a wide-brimmed hat. Bit gaudy, eh? Also out of place was a young woman sitting in the corner of the room, sipping a beer and watching the band preparing on-stage. Turning his own attention to the band, Moe checked his phone again—around fifteen minutes left of his break—and settled down in an unoccupied chair near the entrance.
Still though, the bar was the only other place he really knew on this street, and Moe's better judgment told him that he shouldn't go in there. Was there a rule against him going into other establishments during his break? Moe didn't recall such a restriction, though maybe he missed something when he got the job. Was it worth risking that possibility? He didn't have that long, after all, and he couldn't drink lest it threaten his job. Moe watched as a man passing by him pushed open the door of the bar, an ghostly voice resounding quietly from within. No, it wasn't quite a voice; it had an ethereal quality to it not unlike that of a stringed instrument, and yet it wasn't that either. A theremin, that's what it was.
Suddenly the bar became much more appealing to him as a distraction. Perhaps he could go inside and just listen to whatever music was playing for the remainder of his break, and come back later after work to have a drink. Maybe one of his acquaintances—Moe wasn't sure if he could quite call them friends—would be there and he could have a conversation, or something like that. Lost in thought, Moe exhaled, smoke billowing from his cigarette around him. Finally reaching the bar, Moe peered inside and indeed, a band was there, preparing to play. It was a theremin, Moe thought absentmindedly, mentally congratulating himself for his minor victory.
Somebody walking behind him pushed past him, abruptly bringing Moe once again to his senses. The man, rushing hastily down the street, looked back at Moe with a look of irritation. "Excuse me," the stranger muttered insincerely, as he continued past the bar and into another establishment. With a small frown, Moe turned to look behind himself to see that the flow of people had not yet lessened, and he respectfully stepped back to allow those behind him to pass as he slowed down.
Withdrawing back towards the wall, Moe leaned against the wall of the building, relaxing slightly. A worn, ragged poster adjacent to the door advertised the band playing—Amish Tech Support? He didn't know quite what to expect, but shrugged the name off anyway; Moe was a bit indiscriminate when it came to his music preferences, and he was quite interested in what the theremin would sound like. Checking his phone again, he confirmed that he still had around sixteen or seventeen minutes left. Well, that was still enough time to sit and listen. He could hear sound from within the interior of the bar, but decided to remain outside a few more moments. Moe once again returned to watching the people as they walked by, taking his time and savoring the cigarette. It seemed like a waste of one, but Moe nonetheless located a nearby cigarette receptacle and stubbed it out.
The sound of the theremin greeted him at its full volume as Moe walked into the bar, accompanied by some other assorted instrumentation. Gazing around the room, he didn't see anyone in particular that he knew, although he did see a few people that he thought he recognized as regulars. Moe was feeling out of place in his clean, white work uniform; a futile hope emerged in Moe's head that nobody would notice him. Would there be consequences if he was caught here? Of course there are, Moe thought to himself. What would they be, though? He was getting the feeling that perhaps he should come back later after work, but then chastised himself for his indecision—he had decided to come in here and listen to music, and that's what he was going to do. Moe wandered apprehensively around the door, still hanging back cautiously. The atmosphere of the bar stood in stark contrast with that of Moe's restaurant; it had a lively energy to it, voices and music blending together in a sort of boisterous cacophony.
Sitting up front at the bar was the man whom Moe had seen walk inside some minutes before, next to whom sat a few other characters who seemed out of place in the raucous environment. A pair of men sat chatting at the bar, one of whom was clad in a red and blue checkered shirt and a wide-brimmed hat. Bit gaudy, eh? Also out of place was a young woman sitting in the corner of the room, sipping a beer and watching the band preparing on-stage. Turning his own attention to the band, Moe checked his phone again—around fifteen minutes left of his break—and settled down in an unoccupied chair near the entrance.
Post is up.
Been fairly busy lately, but I'm working on a post that should be up tomorrow.
The restaurant bustled with activity, curiously calm; the dinner rush had largely come in by now, and as such its atmosphere was both mellow and lively at the same time. Though outside it wasn't dark yet, the interior of the restaurant felt as cozy and warm as if it were. A hushed chatter pervaded the main room, drowning out and mixing in with the clatter of plates and knives and a dull, elegant music that played softly in the background. From the kitchen wafted the scent of food, savory, sweet, and hot, to be met with the brisk chill of the evening air wherever a later-arriving patron swung open the finely polished glass door. For many, it would be a place to relax and laugh over a glass of wine, but Moe was having none of it.
His head throbbed as he walked through the aisle, the combined effects of sleep deprivation and nicotine withdrawal hitting him harder than usual. "How's everything tasting?" Moe asked the inhabitants of one booth as he passed by, plastering his best smile on his face. Normally he'd be more genuine, but given the circumstances he wasn't exactly in the best mood. A general murmur resounded from the table, accompanied by concurrent nods and rapid swallowing. "Anything I can help you with?" he asked, gazing nervously around the table.
"We're good, thanks," came the response from somebody at the table, and with a mindless nod and grin Moe walked quickly away from the table. He hoped they would still tip.
Moe rushed down the aisle, walking determinedly towards the entrance. A few people turned curiously to look at him, but he didn't really care. He glanced apprehensively at a coworker, who looked back at Moe somewhat exasperatedly. Moe had acquired somewhat of a negative reputation among his fellow waitstaff for frequent smoke breaks, but technically restaurant policy allowed him to take breaks as often as he did, and things seemed to be relatively slow, so it wouldn't really hurt anyone...
Some moments later he reached the door. Moe looked back at the host, who apparently didn't notice him leaving, or didn't seem to care. Shrugging this off and assuming they would know where he'd gone, Moe opened the glass door, and looked outside onto the street as cars and people rushed past in unison, engines and voices alike resounding past him.
His restaurant was located facing forwards onto the street; it was one of the classier establishments on the block. The only other one that Moe knew was a bar some buildings away, but he couldn't afford to get drunk now; he had a decent job and he needed the money. He'd moved to Clear Springs half a year ago to be closer to his sister, who relatively nearby in Salt Lake City, and had gotten the job some months ago. Evenings like these were the worst for him, but he had to keep working, until someday he could do better than he was.
The chill of the fall setting stood in clear contrast with the warmth of the restaurant, but it was a nice break from all that chaos. Lighting up a cigarette, Moe walked down the street. Twenty minutes, he reminded himself, and rapidly pulled out his phone to check the time. The familiar smell of smoke surrounded him, and Moe strolled down the street calmly as night approached.
I'm working on a post as well. It'll definitely be up tomorrow, if not later today.
Character Name/Alias: Moris “Moe” Valberg
Gender: Male.
Age: 24
Lineage: Half Swedish, half Filipino. Human.
Fate: 3 Fate Points.
Relationship Status: Single.
Occupational Status: Moe is currently employed as a server at a casual restaurant. Though it's not exactly what he’d want to do, a decent pay and a lack of other opportunities have kept him working there.
Previous Occupations: Moe has had many previous jobs, never managing to keep one for long (despite his good education), primarily due to his lack of motivation and a general dissatisfaction with his life. After college, he worked first worked in IT, but eventually left after becoming frustrated with the job itself. Since then, he has worked a variety of jobs, including serving (at multiple different restaurants), tech support, and retail.
Physical Description: Moe is for the most part, fairly average looking; he doesn't stand out in a crowd. Moe has straight, lighter brown hair, that he wears cut relatively short, and he has dark brown eyes. Moe has a skin tone that is relatively light, though not very much so (though a largely interior-dwelling lifestyle has caused him to become somewhat pale). Moe is somewhat short height-wise, at around 5’7” (around 1.7 m), and, while not extremely underweight, is still quite a bit lighter than he should be for his height. Moe isn't athletic, and cigarette use has certainly taken its toll on his body and build; he isn't muscular, and he is quite lacking in strength and endurance.
Moe often appears to be weary or irritable at first glance; he isn't particularly attractive, though this may well be due to his relative laxity towards his appearance. On a day-to-day basis, Moe is often clean-shaven; as for clothing choice, Moe can normally be found in his work uniform—a white button-down dress shirt and black dress pants—even when he isn't actually at work. Otherwise, he usually values comfort over actual fashion, with a variety of fleeces, loose jeans, and assorted t-shirts; not particularly wanting to stand out, Moe often wears a various shades of blue, gray, and brown, though of course it all depends on his mood. Overall, though he does care about what others will think of him, Moe isn't especially vain and won't sacrifice much comfort for the sake of looking good.
Psychological Profile: Moe isn't exactly an exemplary human being. At first, Moe usually appears composed and quiet, but on the inside he’s very different. He is often quite judgmental of others, even considering his own personal troubles. He has an air of indifference around him, but this too is a facade, as in reality Moe is insecure and unsatisfied with his life and what he’s done with it. Though his ambition would logically lead him to aspire for greater, in reality Moe is quite lazy, and does not actively pursue larger things; in the end, he’s looking to the future with no plans on actually how to get there. Moe can also be irritable; he attempts to be calmer, but he does have a relatively short temper, though he's not particularly confrontational. These attributes are accentuated when he suffers from withdrawal.
Behind his composed persona, however, Moe carries a considerable amount of guilt, for all his mistakes, all of the time he's wasted, all of the times he should have done something but didn't. He's been a leech on his parents and his sister, hasn't really amounted to anything, and Moe carries that knowledge around with him—though of course, given his personality, of course he doesn't let that get to him too much. Rather than being concerned with what happened in the past, or even what's happening now, Moe's much more concerned with what's to come in the future.
When placed in a situation where he has to interact with others, Moe is quite different. Although he is normally quiet, he doesn't mind talking to others, and Moe does enjoy being around other people, regardless of however awkward he ends up being. Taking into consideration all of his judgment and preconceptions about people, Moe is also remarkably tactful. While normally reserved, Moe can be quite vocal and even outgoing given the right circumstances. Yes, Moe does have his fair share of good traits, really—he can be sympathetic, loyal, relatively sociable, and all that—but he’s still not exactly what one would call a good person.
Vices: Moe is a smoker. Although he’s tried to quit several times in the past, ultimately he hasn't been able to break the habit. Both a source and a result of the stress of his daily life, his smoking habit has affected him not only physically; it has been a large detriment to his financial situation, and has also somewhat affected his relationship with his family members.
Background: Moe's time growing up wasn't very difficult; had he been more motivated his whole life could have turned out quite a bit better. He was originally from the Midwest, with two different family backgrounds; his father was from a Swedish-American family long entrenched in the US, while his mother is from a more recently immigrated Filipino family. Coming from the upper middle class, Moe received a good education at a good school, never facing any particularly difficult challenges. The largest issue he ever faced growing up was not being able to fit in quite well enough, in his family or in his peers, given his family backgrounds, but still, he didn't have much to complain about. He did well in school, made some good friends, and ultimately attended college at the University of Minnesota, where he received a Bachelor's degree in Computer Science.
For his family and for himself, it seemed like Moe's future was set, but following college, a lack of passion forced him into a state of inactivity. Perhaps the signs for it were already there: Moe had started smoking halfway through college, succumbing to both peer and academic pressure. Though he was successful, he lacked the passion to really go far with his education, and so Moe's lack of productivity began. Moe also became alienated from his parents in his third year of college, who disapproved of his failure, and since then he hasn't exactly had the best relationship with them. The only of member he remained in contact with was his sister, four years older, whom he had long admired and loved. After Moe quit his last IT job, she found him a few jobs in retail, and so there he was.
Recent History: Estranged from his parents and not well-off financially, Moe lives in a small apartment in Clear Springs, Utah, where he's moved to be closer to his sister, who lives relatively nearby in Salt Lake City. Moe relies on her quite a bit, both financially and as a way to vent; though he's worried about becoming a leech, she's assured him that he won't be. He got his current serving job a few months back, after being unemployed for some amount of time, and has sustained himself since. Moe has made a few friends around town, though he's not very close to them and he doesn't regularly keep in touch with them nearly as often as he’d like to, given work.
For now, Moe is in a relatively stable position, although he still doesn't quite seem satisfied. He has his own fair share of personal luxuries—cigarettes, a decent computer, and a few good books. For now, though, he’d prefer to look ahead for better times, when he can hopefully fix things to his liking. Moe currently works at a casual family-type restaurant as a server, where he's acquired somewhat of a reputation among his fellow waitstaff for his constant smoke breaks and laziness, though customers seem to like him well enough.
Additional Information: Moe’s primary outlet for his emotions is music; he’s fairly indiscriminate when it comes to artists, bands, or genres, and he likes to attend whatever concerts he’s able to. Moe is also curious about new genres and enjoys listening to new music. Moe learned to play the French horn in high school, but he's sold his instrument for the money, and in any case, given the crowded nature of city life, he'd be unable to play anything.
Synopsis: Yet to be determined.
Gender: Male.
Age: 24
Lineage: Half Swedish, half Filipino. Human.
Fate: 3 Fate Points.
Relationship Status: Single.
Occupational Status: Moe is currently employed as a server at a casual restaurant. Though it's not exactly what he’d want to do, a decent pay and a lack of other opportunities have kept him working there.
Previous Occupations: Moe has had many previous jobs, never managing to keep one for long (despite his good education), primarily due to his lack of motivation and a general dissatisfaction with his life. After college, he worked first worked in IT, but eventually left after becoming frustrated with the job itself. Since then, he has worked a variety of jobs, including serving (at multiple different restaurants), tech support, and retail.
Physical Description: Moe is for the most part, fairly average looking; he doesn't stand out in a crowd. Moe has straight, lighter brown hair, that he wears cut relatively short, and he has dark brown eyes. Moe has a skin tone that is relatively light, though not very much so (though a largely interior-dwelling lifestyle has caused him to become somewhat pale). Moe is somewhat short height-wise, at around 5’7” (around 1.7 m), and, while not extremely underweight, is still quite a bit lighter than he should be for his height. Moe isn't athletic, and cigarette use has certainly taken its toll on his body and build; he isn't muscular, and he is quite lacking in strength and endurance.
Moe often appears to be weary or irritable at first glance; he isn't particularly attractive, though this may well be due to his relative laxity towards his appearance. On a day-to-day basis, Moe is often clean-shaven; as for clothing choice, Moe can normally be found in his work uniform—a white button-down dress shirt and black dress pants—even when he isn't actually at work. Otherwise, he usually values comfort over actual fashion, with a variety of fleeces, loose jeans, and assorted t-shirts; not particularly wanting to stand out, Moe often wears a various shades of blue, gray, and brown, though of course it all depends on his mood. Overall, though he does care about what others will think of him, Moe isn't especially vain and won't sacrifice much comfort for the sake of looking good.
Psychological Profile: Moe isn't exactly an exemplary human being. At first, Moe usually appears composed and quiet, but on the inside he’s very different. He is often quite judgmental of others, even considering his own personal troubles. He has an air of indifference around him, but this too is a facade, as in reality Moe is insecure and unsatisfied with his life and what he’s done with it. Though his ambition would logically lead him to aspire for greater, in reality Moe is quite lazy, and does not actively pursue larger things; in the end, he’s looking to the future with no plans on actually how to get there. Moe can also be irritable; he attempts to be calmer, but he does have a relatively short temper, though he's not particularly confrontational. These attributes are accentuated when he suffers from withdrawal.
Behind his composed persona, however, Moe carries a considerable amount of guilt, for all his mistakes, all of the time he's wasted, all of the times he should have done something but didn't. He's been a leech on his parents and his sister, hasn't really amounted to anything, and Moe carries that knowledge around with him—though of course, given his personality, of course he doesn't let that get to him too much. Rather than being concerned with what happened in the past, or even what's happening now, Moe's much more concerned with what's to come in the future.
When placed in a situation where he has to interact with others, Moe is quite different. Although he is normally quiet, he doesn't mind talking to others, and Moe does enjoy being around other people, regardless of however awkward he ends up being. Taking into consideration all of his judgment and preconceptions about people, Moe is also remarkably tactful. While normally reserved, Moe can be quite vocal and even outgoing given the right circumstances. Yes, Moe does have his fair share of good traits, really—he can be sympathetic, loyal, relatively sociable, and all that—but he’s still not exactly what one would call a good person.
Vices: Moe is a smoker. Although he’s tried to quit several times in the past, ultimately he hasn't been able to break the habit. Both a source and a result of the stress of his daily life, his smoking habit has affected him not only physically; it has been a large detriment to his financial situation, and has also somewhat affected his relationship with his family members.
Background: Moe's time growing up wasn't very difficult; had he been more motivated his whole life could have turned out quite a bit better. He was originally from the Midwest, with two different family backgrounds; his father was from a Swedish-American family long entrenched in the US, while his mother is from a more recently immigrated Filipino family. Coming from the upper middle class, Moe received a good education at a good school, never facing any particularly difficult challenges. The largest issue he ever faced growing up was not being able to fit in quite well enough, in his family or in his peers, given his family backgrounds, but still, he didn't have much to complain about. He did well in school, made some good friends, and ultimately attended college at the University of Minnesota, where he received a Bachelor's degree in Computer Science.
For his family and for himself, it seemed like Moe's future was set, but following college, a lack of passion forced him into a state of inactivity. Perhaps the signs for it were already there: Moe had started smoking halfway through college, succumbing to both peer and academic pressure. Though he was successful, he lacked the passion to really go far with his education, and so Moe's lack of productivity began. Moe also became alienated from his parents in his third year of college, who disapproved of his failure, and since then he hasn't exactly had the best relationship with them. The only of member he remained in contact with was his sister, four years older, whom he had long admired and loved. After Moe quit his last IT job, she found him a few jobs in retail, and so there he was.
Recent History: Estranged from his parents and not well-off financially, Moe lives in a small apartment in Clear Springs, Utah, where he's moved to be closer to his sister, who lives relatively nearby in Salt Lake City. Moe relies on her quite a bit, both financially and as a way to vent; though he's worried about becoming a leech, she's assured him that he won't be. He got his current serving job a few months back, after being unemployed for some amount of time, and has sustained himself since. Moe has made a few friends around town, though he's not very close to them and he doesn't regularly keep in touch with them nearly as often as he’d like to, given work.
For now, Moe is in a relatively stable position, although he still doesn't quite seem satisfied. He has his own fair share of personal luxuries—cigarettes, a decent computer, and a few good books. For now, though, he’d prefer to look ahead for better times, when he can hopefully fix things to his liking. Moe currently works at a casual family-type restaurant as a server, where he's acquired somewhat of a reputation among his fellow waitstaff for his constant smoke breaks and laziness, though customers seem to like him well enough.
Additional Information: Moe’s primary outlet for his emotions is music; he’s fairly indiscriminate when it comes to artists, bands, or genres, and he likes to attend whatever concerts he’s able to. Moe is also curious about new genres and enjoys listening to new music. Moe learned to play the French horn in high school, but he's sold his instrument for the money, and in any case, given the crowded nature of city life, he'd be unable to play anything.
Synopsis: Yet to be determined.
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