[quote=@Phaesaris]
Aaaand DONE!

[hider=Kenny Lorenzo][hr][hr][center][color=0054a6][h1]KENNY[/h1][/color]
[img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/82/e3/20/82e320f9c944b2df090bd5fc07b76bea.jpg[/img]
[i]“The idea is to die young as late as possible.”[/i]
-[b][i]Ashley Montagu[/i][/b][hr][hr][/center][center][color=0054a6][h1][u]T H E  B A S I C S [/u][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=0054a6]|[b]{Name}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Kenneisa Victoria Lorenzo[/indent]

[color=0054a6]|[b]{Nickname}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Kenny or Ken. It's short, sweet, and helluva lot easier to say.[/indent]

[color=0054a6]|[b]{Birth Date}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]August 5, 1989[/indent]

[color=0054a6]|[b]{Age}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]26[/indent]

[color=0054a6]|[b]{Gender}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]

[color=0054a6]|[b]{Sexuality}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Pansexual[/indent]

[color=0054a6]|[b]{Sexually Active}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Virgin[/indent]

[color=0054a6]|[b]{Relationship Status}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Single[/indent]

[color=0054a6]|[b]{Occupation}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Works at a small café/bookstore.
[/indent][hr][center][img]https://41.media.tumblr.com/2532f7f394f5ac8f2cba2e5947509711/tumblr_nhahhjvS3G1smfhojo1_500.png[/img][/center][hr][center][color=0054a6][h1][u]A P P E A R A N C E[/u][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=0054a6]|[b]{In Depth Appearance}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Kenny is a big ball of surprise wrapped up in a petite body. Barely 5'4" on her toes, she has a small frame with a slightly curvy body. Her long brown hair reaches the mid of her back, and is often braided messily over her shoulder. Her eyes are her most notable feature. Not because of the color, as it's just a plain dark brown, but because of the ever present mischievous gleam glittering in them.[/indent]

[color=0054a6]|[b]{Clothing Style}[/b][/color]
[indent]You'll never catch Kenny wearing any fancy clothes or dresses. So long as it's comfy, it's all that matters. More often than not, you'll find her in a large sweater, jeans, and a beanie. The fanciest accessory she owns is a dove shaped charm around her neck, which she never takes off.[/indent]

[color=0054a6]|[b]{Scars, Tattoos, Piercings}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]On Ken's right wrist, written in cursive, is a tattoo of the word 'Forever'. She keeps it hidden most of the time.[/indent][hr][center][img]http://45.media.tumblr.com/684920e7d00a6588c251d9f93a7eb976/tumblr_nep7lqsbuT1qewacoo3_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=0054a6][h1][u]G E T T I N G  T O  K N O W  M E[/u][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=0054a6]|[b]{Likes & Dislikes}[/b]|[/color]
[indent][color=008800]✔[/color]Reading
[color=008800]✔[/color]Sleeping
[color=008800]✔[/color]Solitude
[color=008800]✔[/color]Cracking jokes
[color=008800]✔[/color]Sarcasm
[color=008800]✔[/color]Hiking
[color=008800]✔[/color]Feeling important
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Large, noisy crowds
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Being taken literally
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Serious situations
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Being ignored/forgotten
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Thinking of the future
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Being manipulated[/indent]

[color=0054a6]|[b]{Hobbies}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]-Reading
-Hiking
-Making bad jokes[/indent]

[color=0054a6]|[b]{Habits}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]-When nervous, Ken will play with her necklace, twirling and tugging it around her finger.

-Whenever she's deep in thought, Ken will tap out a steady beat on the nearest surface. Oddly enough, it's always the tune to 'Mary Had A Little Lamb'.

-Kenny will often address people as 'Sweetheart' or 'Lovebug', especially if they're close to her.[/indent]

[color=0054a6]|[b]{Fears}[/b]|[/color]
[indent][color=000000]☠[/color][b]Athazagoraphobia[/b] - [i]Fear of being abandoned.[/i]
[color=000000]☠[/color][b]Atychiphobia[/b] - [i]Fear of failure.[/i]
[color=000000]☠[/color][b]Thanatophobia[/b] - [i]Fear of dying.[/i][/indent][center][img]http://seedwell.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/SW-blog-hero-121411-aubery-840x340.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=0054a6][h1][u]D E L V I N G  D E E P E R[/u][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=0054a6]|[b]{Personality}[/b]|[/color]
[center][u]♦ Secretive ♦ Snarky ♦ Blunt ♦ Flippant ♦[/u][/center]
[indent]Laidback and casual, Ken takes the seriousness in life and throws it out the window. She's not afraid of making jokes about someone or something, even if it can hurt them. She loves making people laugh, and will go out of her way to get a smile. Despite her casual outlook in life, Kenny is an emotional wreck inside. She's constantly afraid of being replaced and will often keep her personal life a secret, even to friends. She can get clingy to those that manage to get close to her, and is loyal to a fault.[/indent]

[color=0054a6]|[b]{Place Of Origin}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Redgrove, Colorado[/indent]

[color=0054a6]|[b]{History}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Being the youngest and only daughter in a family with five brothers, Kenny was regarded as the 'Princess' of the house. She was spoiled rotten, rarely getting into trouble. What she wanted, she got--a trait that carried on throughout the years until high school. During the first two years of highschool, Ken rose in popularity due to her outgoing confidence and humor. She would often get in trouble, but, per usual, she would get off scotch free. Life was good...

...at first.

Things began falling apart during senior year. For the past two years, Ken had been questioning her sexuality. She found less attraction to someone's gender, and more towards their personality. She kept these feelings hidden to all, save for her best friend, and later on girlfriend, Tanya. After a while, Kenny finally came to the conclusion that she was indeed pansexual. The problem now was how to come out to her family and friends.

For years, Kenny had trusted her parents with her deepest secrets. Lying to them wasn't an option, and she was sure they'd understand. One night, during dinner, Kenny finally confronted her parents about her sexuality. She expected open arms and welcoming smiles. Anything to assure her that she was still their daughter. To her horror, Ken was met with angry words and dismissals that this was 'just a phase'. A she kept insisting that she was pan, harsh words turned into bitter insults. Her parents, once her most trusted confidants, were now telling her that she was a shame to the family.

As the year wore on, Ken became more reclusive and quiet. Rarely did the once outgoing girl speak up, opting instead to delve into the sanctuary of books. She became less open and spent most of her time with Tanya. 

Things took a turn for the worst when Ken and Tanya fell into an argument. Feuled by rage, the latter snapped and called Ken clingy and annoying, and revealed that she bad been cheating on Ken for the past few months. The two broke up soon after and Ken fell into a deep depression.

Once she graduated, Ken gathered what little money she had and moved away to a small town to start a new life. She got a job at a local café and currently resides in a small apartment close by.
[/indent]

[color=0054a6]|[b]{Extra}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]-Bilingual: speaks both English and Spanish.

[i]Candycane flavored everything.[/i][/indent]

[color=0054a6]|[b]{Theme Song}[/b]|[/color]
[indent][url=http://youtu.be/ayuooyWPEUc]Let's Dance to Joy Division – The Wombats[/url]
[sub]”Let's dance to joy division,
And celebrate the irony,
Everything is going wrong,
But we're so happy.”[/sub][/indent][/hider]
[/quote]

Accepted. Place her in the Character Tab. ^^

[quote=@Avanhelsing]
It took awhile but finally done.




[hider=Jack Murphy][hr][hr][center][color=598527][h1]Character’s Name[/h1][/color]
[img]https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OINkRBJebT8/U9j0R0F0tCI/AAAAAAAAABk/msLqyY8UOEk/s515/short%2520hairstyle%2520for%2520men%252013.JPG[/img]
[i]“Running shall never make you free.”[/i]
-[b][i]Unknown[/i][/b][hr][hr][/center][center][color=598527][h1][u]T H E  B A S I C S [/u][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=598527]|[b]{Name}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]John Declan Murphy[/indent]

[color=598527]|[b]{Nickname}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Used to be called Johnny a long time ago. Now he is just Jack[/indent]

[color=598527]|[b]{Birth Date}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]February  24, 1987[/indent]

[color=598527]|[b]{Age}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]28[/indent]

[color=598527]|[b]{Gender}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]

[color=598527]|[b]{Sexuality}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Homosexual[/indent]

[color=598527]|[b]{Sexually Active}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Yes[/indent]

[color=598527]|[b]{Relationship Status}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Single unless anyone wants him.[/indent]

[color=598527]|[b]{Occupation}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Lawyer defense [/indent][hr][hr][center][color=598527][h1][u]A P P E A R A N C E[/u][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=598527]|[b]{In Depth Appearance}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Jack is relatively tall standing at about Six foot three inches tall. He works out every day since it helps him calm down. His skin is relatively tan from years of hard work in the sun.  His hair always seems to stay the same no matter what he does to it. [/indent]

[color=598527]|[b]{Clothing Style}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]He prefers to wear what he thinks is upper class clothing. He wants to wipe away the idea of Johnny Murphy. He wears mostly dark clothing. He sometimes does wear flannel since you can never really take the country out of the man. [/indent]

[color=598527]|[b]{Scars, Tattoos, Piercings}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]He has a [url=http://pre10.deviantart.net/f9e0/th/pre/i/2012/202/4/a/tribal_design_by_apollonui-d581gxn.png]chest tatoo[/url]since it was the ultimate way to show that he is not the same man he was before. It was something he got while he was drunk and is the only thing on his skin. [/indent][hr][hr][center][color=598527][h1][u]G E T T I N G  T O  K N O W  M E[/u][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=598527]|[b]{Likes & Dislikes}[/b]|[/color]
[indent][color=008800]✔[/color]: Standing up for the little guy. 
[color=008800]✔[/color]: Practicing Law
[color=008800]✔[/color]:Reading
[color=008800]✔[/color]:Boxing
[color=008800]✔[/color]: Cooking
[color=008800]✔[/color]:Debating
[color=008800]✔[/color]: Romance thought he will never admit it. Not out loud. 

[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Fighting for no reason.
[color=FF0000]✘[/color] Eating Junk food
[color=FF0000]✘[/color] Bullies (It is why he became a Defense Attorney) 
[color=FF0000]✘[/color] Fast Food
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Liars 
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]  People who prey on the innocent 
[color=FF0000]✘[/color] Lawless people (Anyone who dislikes or fights the law.)
[/indent]

[color=598527]|[b]{Hobbies}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Cooking
Writing in his journal.
Dancing (Again he will never tell anyone that.)
[/indent]

[color=598527]|[b]{Habits}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Fidgeting when nervous.
His accent seems to appear when he is worried.
Has difficulty sitting still which is not great for a lawyer. [/indent]

[color=598527]|[b]{Fears}[/b]|[/color]
[indent][color=000000]☠[/color]Being alone
His Past
Dealing with his issues. 
[/indent][hr][hr][center][color=598527][h1][u]D E L V I N G  D E E P E R[/u][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=598527]|[b]{Personality}[/b]|[/color]
[center][u]♦ Clever ♦ Charming ♦ Well spoken  ♦ Flirty but not often ♦[/u][/center]
[indent] Jack has truly changed over these years. His time in New York has changed him. Once upon a time, Johnny Murphy was a popular guy. He always had a smile on his face and a joke on his lips. He wanted everyone to like him and would go out of his way. However there always was that secret on his mind. The big one about him and his sexuality. So the smiles and the laughs were more of a mask for him to hide under. He spent all of high school hiding the secret. It was the main reason for him leaving the town.

He changed personalities as soon as he was in New York. He came out with his sexuality and seemed to be better for him. However he was not as loud as he had been. He still was the Southern lawyer in the North. He kept his fiery nature and his drive. However he was not as loud as he had been. He tired to keep to the shadows. 

Now Jack tries to balance the person he used to be with the person he is now. He fights constantly with these two sides. [/indent]

[color=598527]|[b]{Place Of Origin}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Born in Wilmington North Carolina. Has been living in New York City, New York ever since high school. He returned a year ago to take care of his father. Law can be practiced anywhere.  [/indent]

[color=598527]|[b]{History}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]The Murphy's have always lived in Wilmington. For generations after leaving Ireland, they have lived in town. For almost two hundred years they have lived and died in town. Though they have lost their accent, they still seem to have that  fiery Irish blood. For most of their time in the town they have been the town lawyers and practiced from a small little office on main street. They are born and they die there. John Declan Murphy was to join the long ranks of proper southern lawyers with their white coats and potbellies. In high school he was pretty popular since he had inherited the Murphy family charms. However instead of going to the Duke University like the rest of his family, Johnny dashed away from North Carolina. He went to New York City since he figured that it was far enough away from home. There he got into Colombia and eventually to the law program. He spent years away from home until he got the call from his mother. John Murphy Senior was sick. So Johnny Murphy returned him to the place that made him. Most of the town still sees him as that Yankee. He has spent the last year trying to piece together the two different sides of him. One side is still the good southern boy and the other of the New York lawyer. Jack is still trying to get back to the people who used to be his friends. Now the prodigal son must deal with his open sexuality in a relatively small town. He currently is running his family's laws office since it is the right thing to do.    [/indent]

[color=598527]|[b]{Extra}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Oddly he dislikes snow. He prefers the odd rituals of Christmas. Also it means he can cook for people around him. [/indent]

[indent][color=598527]|[b]{Theme Song}[/b]|[/color]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sq9oR9x171w]People Are Strange  – The Doors[/url]
[sub]”People are strange when you're a stranger 
Faces look ugly when you're alone...
”[/sub][/indent][/hider]
[/quote]

Nicely done. Place him in the Character Tab. ^^

[quote=@Sixsmith]
[hider= Abel Ross][hr][hr][center][color=Lavender][h1]Abel Ross[/h1][/color]
[img]http://data.whicdn.com/images/112689536/large.png[/img]
[i]“[color=Lavender]Purpose is human. For god I claim. For love I die. For country I serve. For family I cry.[/color]”[/i]
-[b][i]Abel Ross[/i][/b]

[hr][img]http://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ma5p738C8U1qalaono1_r1_500.gif[/img][hr]

[/center][center][color=Lavender][h1][u]T H E  B A S I C S [/u][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=Lavender]|[b]{Name}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Abel Evans Ross[/indent]

[color=Lavender]|[b]{Nickname}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Abaddon the Destroyer. It's actually the name of his cat, a pure black longhair with a penchant for evil. It caught on as a nickname for Abel during some drunken tirade as to his knowledge of the fallen angel and its correlation to the evil entity of his cat. So, people tend to roar it in his presence, especially when he, they, or everyone is drunk. "Abaddon the DESTROYEEER!!!!!!" followed by a rather squinty eyed glare.

Abel's short enough, though, so it's usually the go to. That or Abe, just for the sake of shortening it further.[/indent]

[color=Lavender]|[b]{Birth Date}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]February 7th, 1989[/indent]

[color=Lavender]|[b]{Age}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]26[/indent]

[color=Lavender]|[b]{Gender}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]

[color=Lavender]|[b]{Sexuality}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Gray-A Homoromantic[/indent]

[color=Lavender]|[b]{Sexually Active}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Not really[/indent]

[color=Lavender]|[b]{Relationship Status}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Single[/indent]

[color=Lavender]|[b]{Occupation}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Botanist. Researches in a greenhouse/lab at the Seattle University, mainly for national parks and preservation, especially concerning that of bees.[/indent]
[center][hr][img]http://37.media.tumblr.com/7252772abad6b4fbe9d0cbbea1b80d4d/tumblr_n4p47wgx881re995yo2_500.gif[/img][hr]
[color=Lavender][h1][u]A P P E A R A N C E[/u][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=Lavender]|[b]{In Depth Appearance}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]6'0" even with an athletic build that boasts active running, Abel tends to have a closed off appearance with rigid shoulders and a stiff posture. His lithe form tends to alleviate him of an imposing stature, though his presence doesn't do much to disquiet the cold he tends to afflict. A tired expression finds itself overcoming most emotions on Abel's features, outlining his large, blue eyes with dark circles and normally white teeth stained with copious cups of coffee and other caffeinated beverages (Seattle's cafe scene is such a godsend). Of course, not many people have come close to witnessing Abel's teeth in anything but a grimace, snarl, due to his need for intense frowning. Not to say he doesn't smile, it's just a rare kind of blessing. Like a black cat named Abaddon the Destroyer.[/indent]

[color=Lavender]|[b]{Clothing Style}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Scarves. Lots of scarves. Second only to Abel's intense tie collection, the winter is heavy with various scarves, woolen and thick and hiding everything from his neck to his lower face. Not only that but a numerous amount of coats, ranging from the heavy pea coat to warm, downy puffer jackets, to an assortment of various jacket and vest combinations. There's absolutely no one who values the warmth of clothing that Abel does and his closet tends to be filled with a collection of sweaters, heavy t-shirts, sweatpants, and layers of jackets, not to mention a lot of thermal underwear. Living in Washington, one often finds themselves with an entire closet dedicated to winter wear.[/indent]

[color=Lavender]|[b]{Scars, Tattoos, Piercings}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]A tattoo on his collar, to his shoulder, and back that hangs right over his biceps to circle his wrists. Pitch black with long, straight lines and various religious symbols of protection from Norse to Chinese to Hindi following the lines in parallel form. The area near his neck is filled with sharp lines and corners as they encircle his neck and travel down the length of his spine.[/indent]
[center][hr][img]http://24.media.tumblr.com/84844ef85c95b84ca4d679f424104d83/tumblr_n4e7dg4MLW1tqyabeo2_250.gif[/img][hr]
[color=Lavender][h1][u]G E T T I N G  T O  K N O W  M E[/u][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=Lavender]|[b]{Likes & Dislikes}[/b]|[/color]
[indent][color=008800]✔[/color] Bugs
[color=008800]✔[/color] Ladybugs
[color=008800]✔[/color] Maple Syrup
[color=008800]✔[/color] Pine Trees (particularly the smell)
[color=008800]✔[/color] Cats
[color=008800]✔[/color] Knick-knacks
[color=008800]✔[/color] Coffee
[color=008800]✔[/color] Fireplaces
[color=008800]✔[/color] Rain

[color=FF0000]✘[/color] Being Accosted
[color=FF0000]✘[/color] Solicitors
[color=FF0000]✘[/color] Taxes
[color=FF0000]✘[/color] Stupid Questions
[color=FF0000]✘[/color] Anything too Sweet (aside from maple syrup)
[color=FF0000]✘[/color] Rosemary Grenadine
[color=FF0000]✘[/color] Salmon
[color=FF0000]✘[/color] Snow

[/indent]

[color=Lavender]|[b]{Hobbies}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Cataloging
Binge Watching
Jogging
Reading[/indent]

[color=Lavender]|[b]{Habits}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Repeatedly clenching his fists when nervous.
Looking furious when he's deep in thought.
Scrunching his nose.
Keeps a journal where he takes notes on practically everything.[/indent]

[color=Lavender]|[b]{Fears}[/b]|[/color]
[indent][color=000000]☠[/color] Complacency with his work and life [color=000000]☠[/color]
[color=000000]☠[/color] Horse riding [color=000000]☠[/color]
[color=000000]☠[/color] Thunderstorms [color=000000]☠[/color][/indent]
[center][hr][img]https://33.media.tumblr.com/390d722af68fbbdbb263f00433914611/tumblr_n4xlg6o84y1rxt1dfo1_500.gif[/img][hr]
[color=Lavender][h1][u]D E L V I N G  D E E P E R[/u][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=Lavender]|[b]{Personality}[/b]|[/color]
[center][color=Lavender]♦[/color] [u]Caustic[/u] [color=Lavender]♦[/color] [u]Guarded[/u] [color=Lavender]♦[/color] [u]Perceptive[/u] [color=Lavender]♦[/color] [u]Flippant[/u] [color=Lavender]♦[/color][/center]
[indent]Weird puts things kindly. If someone wants to come off as polite, they usually describe Abel with, "Dry humor kind of guy," or, "He doesn't really mean it." An introvert, as introverted as they come, Abel exhausts easily in social environments; interacting with strangers is taxing and something he avoids, if at all possible. Possibly why he chose science as a career. Plants don't sap the energy out of people, they're calm, stationary, if a little bit quiet. The same can be said for cats, of which Abel had to have picked the rudest, unbelievably sassiest, and destructive one out of a litter of ten.

A guy like Abel doesn't have many friends outside of his tight knit circle. People he usually meets are often friend of friends. Though, it can be said that achieving that status with Abel is a task in and of itself. That can often be accounted for his lake of tact and caustic manner of interacting with people he doesn't quite know. It's both a defense mechanism and his default mood. Prickly tends to describe the surface of Abel rather effectively. Or any other assortment of synonyms: grumpy, rude, a dick. Catch him in the mornings before his ten cups of coffee and you'll likely find that he'd been nicknamed appropriately. Of course, lonely doesn't seem to adequately portray him. Just because he dislikes people's company doesn't mean he's often without joy in the company of others. It just takes a certain kind of determination to get through to him.

In other words, Abel may have a tongue on him, may bite and spit acid at any turn of conversation, but beneath the lack of filter for crass language and general rudeness sits a deeply faceted man. Passion sets him alight, drives him with focus and perseverance. Stubbornness keeps him going past the point of adrenaline and exhaustion. And a keen eye for practically anything. Abel works in subtleties, a warm mug of hot cocoa on the counter, letting people sleep in whilst he works twice for himself and them, the fact that he doesn't use all the damn hot water. He shows he cares not in words, but in actions, ways that don't leave him vulnerable. Ways in which he can keep his heart on his sleeve without revealing where on it it lays. Abel isn't a man of grand gestures, but a man of little acts, things that tend to be overlooked in the grand scheme, but are almost as important—possibly more so in a way.

Not many people realize they're happy.

Not until they have a reason to look back, away from the pain and the absence they feel at that very moment.
[/indent]

[color=Lavender]|[b]{Place Of Origin}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Auburn, Alabama.[/indent]

[color=Lavender]|[b]{History}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]For all intents and purposes, Abel Ross was an only child to a single mother, Elizabeth Marie Ross.

In reality, Abel had various siblings.

And various fathers. Of who, the sole biological father remained absent for the entirety of his life.

Perhaps his mother had a complex. Abandonment issues only revealed when the light of her past shone down upon it. His mother left every single marriage of her own accord. Divorces initiated from her and her alone. She blindsided various men, and a few women, in her moments of duress. She'd even admitted to a marriage counselor that she had self destructive habits.

Before she slept with the marriage counselor in question.

A beginning such as this would expect Abel to come out with resentment, possibly a mother who revealed a terminal illness and pleaded forgiveness. Fortunately, Abel did none such thing; he didn't resent his mother and had nothing to forgive her for. In fact, Abel's relative aversion to strangers reinforced their relationship. Though he met most of her excursions, as he called them, with exasperation, he knew his mother's plight and supported whatever decision she made. After all, people found love in various ways. For Elizabeth her love burned bright, hot, and frequently. For Abel, it simmered and either fizzled out or grew in scope and measure. She had no other child aside from him, for reasons she refused to indulge in, and Abel preferred it that way.

Being a solitary child who moved often from spot to spot across the country—continent, really, since Elizabeth frequented Canada—Abel hadn't a reason to make friends, as they didn't often last. Nor did many people find Abel amicable enough to befriend. It took awhile for Abel to grow out of loneliness, or to even identify and understand it, until he'd hit a spot in his teenage life where Elizabeth staid for longer than she intended. They'd settled down for a few years and thus allowed Abel to flourish in his academics, as well as his social life. To his rather dismal regret, quite a bit of people took to his solemn bitterness like fly to honey. They often quoted his utter misanthropic hatred of the world around him as edgy and goth, of which was a total and utter lie. Abel didn't hate the world, didn't hate people, just preferred privacy and solitude over interaction, yet he refused to correct them. Pride perhaps stopped that and maybe a bit of stubbornness. Mostly it was inevitability.

What Abel lacked was perhaps tragedy. He had an odd family situation, with a mother who avoided commitment as if it burned her, and a father still absent (his mother often described him as an inbred louse. "Of course, he's not a product of incest, honey. It's just a colloquialism."). Abel's life couldn't be described as easy, yet it wasn't fret with hardships. Being intelligent, studious, and solitude awarded him an easy education and an even easier idea for a career. Plants and bugs perhaps spoke to him quite a bit more than people did, especially since constant upheaval of home and hearth made it easier to study and tell the difference between species of trees and flowers and insects. The move to Seattle where the rain made things lush and vibrant despite the overhang of grey seemed a simple choice. Keeping in contact with life long friends a little harder, though the only thing expected of him was a simple trip to North Carolina come winter. Luckily, his mother seemed to have hold up near the ski resort with a group of non-committal, vegan nudists (maybe polyamory would do his mother some good? Hopefully). He'd questioned it, but she waved him off with her brazen lack of any attire.

Of course, a niggling in the back of his mind had urged him to further research his biological father. Maybe hope seems too optimistic for a word to describe Abel's feelings. Dreadful? Inevitable? As long as he doesn't find out he's a cannibal holed up in the boondocks of Alabama. What could be worse?[/indent]

[color=Lavender]|[b]{Extra}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Abel knows how to tango and foxtrot, as well as tap dance. He refuses to show anyone, however.
Can name various species of insect and flowers off the top of his head.
Loves the language of flowers and their subtleties.
(My favorite thing about Christmas, and subsequently Abel's favorite thing, because I can, is the Christmas music. But things like Frank Sinatra singing I'll be Home For Christmas, or I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm by Billie Holiday.)[/indent]

[color=Lavender]|[b]{Theme Song}[/b]|[/color]
[indent][url=https://vimeo.com/119066933]New Romantics - Taylor Swift[/url]
[sub]”[color=Lavender]Please take my hand and
Please take me dancing and
Please leave me stranded,
It's so romantic.[/color]”[/sub][/indent]
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First, Sebastian Stan! LOL. Accepted, please place him in the Character Tab.

[quote=@Lady Amalthea]
Finally done, sorry that took so long

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[hr][hr][center][color=a187be][h1]Tatiana Korvo[/h1][/color]
[img]http://img11.deviantart.net/9c90/i/2009/334/e/9/fire__by_mumbojumbo89.jpg[/img]
[i]“I beg you take courage; the brave soul can mend even disaster.”[/i]
-[b][i]Catherine the Great[/i][/b][hr][hr][/center][center][color=a187be][h1][u]T H E  B A S I C S [/u][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=a187be]|[b]{Name}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Tatiana Lobov Korvo[/indent]

[color=a187be]|[b]{Nickname}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Solovey – Meaning Nightingale, a nickname given to her as a child by a local poet that said she was his ultimate inspiration.[/indent]

[color=a187be]|[b]{Birth Date}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]October 31, 1989[/indent]

[color=a187be]|[b]{Age}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]26[/indent]

[color=a187be]|[b]{Gender}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]

[color=a187be]|[b]{Sexuality}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Bi-Sexual[/indent]

[color=a187be]|[b]{Sexually Active}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Depends on the day.[/indent]

[color=a187be]|[b]{Relationship Status}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Single[/indent]

[color=a187be]|[b]{Occupation}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Tattoo Artist[/indent][hr][hr][center][color=a187be][h1][u]A P P E A R A N C E[/u][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=a187be]|[b]{In Depth Appearance}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Tatiana stands at around 5’4” in height and is beyond thin, seemingly undernourished in her appearance at times even though she is very athletic and strong for her size. Her pale skin seems to bring out the lines of bones and the brightness of her emerald eyes. She has naturally brown hair but she keeps it either bleached blonde or dyed vibrant red. The cut of her hair varies, one year it may be down her back, the next she will show up with it all cut off in a pixie cut. One never knows. Currently it is just passed her shoulders, layered and crimson in color. [/indent]

[color=a187be]|[b]{Clothing Style}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Tatiana tends to wear an odd cross of 50’s rocker and bohemian. Worn jeans, spike heeled boots, corsets one minute; the next she will be in a flowing skirt you would think a flower child of the 70’s would wear with far too many layers of tank tops and t-shirts over it. Whatever strikes her fancy at the moment. With the colder weather she will usually be seen loose sweaters with wide open neck lines, soft leggings and the ugliest uggs she can get ahold of, as well as a fur lined trapper hat.[/indent]

[color=a187be]|[b]{Scars, Tattoos, Piercings}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]For a tattoo artist one may think she is covered head to toe in ink but she only has one piece to date but it is a large piece that took years to have completed. Spanning the width of her shoulders is a single nightingale that is flying over a decaying city; the tattoo itself looks like it would be seen on an ink blot test.[/indent][hr][hr][center][color=a187be][h1][u]G E T T I N G  T O  K N O W  M E[/u][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=a187be]|[b]{Likes & Dislikes}[/b]|[/color]
[indent][color=008800]✔[/color]Nightingales
[color=008800]✔[/color]Coffee
[color=008800]✔[/color]Symphonic Metal
[color=008800]✔[/color]Traveling
[color=008800]✔[/color]B-Rated Movies
[color=008800]✔[/color]Cheesy Romance Novels
[color=008800]✔[/color]Rorschach Inspired Art
[color=008800]✔[/color]Tattoos
[color=008800]✔[/color]Ballet
[color=008800]✔[/color]Smoking
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Drunks
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Running Into Ex’s
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Judgmental People
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Losing Inspiration
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Being Interrupted
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Know-It-Alls
 [color=FF0000]✘[/color]Vodka[/indent]

[color=a187be]|[b]{Hobbies}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Tatiana spends much of her free time walking, drawing or reading. Much of the time during her travels she will wander off without a word with a sketch pad or book in hand and just start wandering aimlessly until she finds a place that suits how she feels. There she will get comfortable and start drawing or reading for hours on end. Much of the time you can find her perched in the oddest of places to get a better vantage point of her surroundings. (Tops of mausoleums, in trees, the rafters of decaying buildings, and so forth for example.) [/indent]

[color=a187be]|[b]{Habits}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]*Smokes – She doesn’t care if some people find it disgusting or what it does to her health. If a debate is started about the negative effects she will simply blow smoke in the persons face and wander of. She isn’t rude about it though as long as someone isn’t rude to her. A simple “could you please put that out while I’m around,” will usually result in a snuffed out butt on the bottom of her shoe.

*Ballet – There isn’t a day that goes by that she doesn’t practice, she finds it invigorating and is known to just go straight to toe point if the mood strikes, even if she is just in line waiting to pay for a coffee at the local café. 

*Day Dreaming – If Tatiana gets bored, or distracted, or if the wind blows, she will just suddenly drift off in mid action and start day dreaming of any number of things. [/indent]

[color=a187be]|[b]{Fears}[/b]|[/color]
[indent][color=000000]☠[/color]Wolves* Being sent back to Russia * Being Forgotten[/indent][hr][hr][center][color=a187be][h1][u]D E L V I N G  D E E P E R[/u][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=a187be]|[b]{Personality}[/b]|[/color]
[center][u]♦ Guarded ♦ Creative ♦ Moody ♦ Protective ♦[/u][/center]
[indent]Tatiana can be a very quiet individual much of the time and can come off as shy to those that don’t know her but when push comes to shove she is usually the first to snap on someone and give a very boisterous opinion that can tend to create a scene. This side of her usually comes out when she sees someone she cares about being put down or judged. 

She is very guarded of her heart and her past, not wanting to open up about either of them unless she fully trusts someone, which is a rarity in and of itself. Much of the time she will feign not understanding the English language, even though she has mastered the language, just to avoid having to deal with people if she feels like it.[/indent]

[color=a187be]|[b]{Place Of Origin}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Kirov, Kirov Oblast, USSR (Russia)[/indent]

[color=a187be]|[b]{History}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]Tatiana was born in Russian during the tail end of U.S.S.R. and was forced from Kirov to many other places in Eastern Europe throughout childhood as a refugee. During this time of hardship she began drawing as a piece of paper and left over burned wood was one of the few things she could carry around. This continued for years and put her through the hardest years of her life, ones she does not speak of but when mentioned one can clearly see there is pain behind her vibrant eyes.

Once the fall of the Soviet Union settled down she was able to return with her family back to the city of her birth. There she stayed, living in peace, studying ballet and going to school until her sixteenth year. An American Ballet Company offered her a chance to move to the U.S.A. to study. She jumped at the chance and was eager to start a new life in a new world. 

She spent her junior and senior year of high school as an exchange student and everything was going wonderful until during a performance a wet spot on the stage caused her to fall and she ended up breaking a rib. The time it took for her to recover ended any chances of becoming a prima and she was nearly shipped back off to Russia. That was until one of the Ballet Sponsors, an Art professor in New York, saw her sketches and offered to help her continue her studies – this time as an artist instead of a dancer.

Needing money to pay for the opportunity she took a job as a receptionist at a local tattoo parlor. She would spend her down time reading trashy romance novels and sketching. The owner noticed her talent and made her an apprentice in the shop. She picked up the trade quickly and dropped out of university, trading her student Visa for a work one. Since then she has developed her talent and toured the world at different conventions to show case her work.   [/indent]

[color=a187be]|[b]{Extra}[/b]|[/color]
[indent]The only thing she enjoys about Christmas is meeting up each year with old friends. The season itself she hates and has been called the Grinch on numerous occasions; to which she will usually respond – “Hey, maybe my heart will grow three sizes today.” [/indent]

[color=a187be]|[b]{Theme Song}[/b]|[/color]
[indent][url=http://youtu.be/RdyExxpd3Pg]Drop Dead Cynical - Amaranthe[/url]
[sub]”It's your illusions, fatal contradiction
I need the action premonition
I like to thrill you, I am what inspires
Let you explode in a cosmic fire.”[/sub][/indent]
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Nicely put together. Place her in the Character Tab.[hr]Sorry for being somewhat silent, guys.

Been a bit emotional and somewhat sick. 

This roleplay will still happen though. ^^