[OOC] Aether Eternum

[Tokki]

Good to hear. Happy belated 4th!

[PKMNB0Y]

Well, I guess that, with the fifth over, I should get to accepting forms. But first, my form, for the sake of formality!

Marcus Chen

Name: Marcus Chen
Age (Prior): 22
Appearance (Former): Standing at a good 5'11", Marcus' height stands out due to his relatively wiry frame (weighing in at only 140 pounds!) due to a lack of activity during his lifetime. His black fair, often left uncombed and unruly, is kept at medium length due to semi-regular maintenance. The bangs on his forehead, too, are kept trimmed just enough to keep them from getting in his dark brown eyes. Through his years of college, Marcus has also acquired a light tan, which is strange, considering how one would have expected four years in California to have done more than just that.
Appearance (Current): Surprisingly enough, he looks exactly the same as he did back on Earth.
Race: Human
Personality: Dedicated and hardworking for all the wrong reasons, Marcus often becomes motivated in order to one-up people; in that regard, he's a very petty person who is willing to give it his all just to prove someone else wrong. Marcus' controlled upbringing has also left him with a need for constant action, be it roaming about aimlessly, reading a book, or even just simple talking. Though his initial actions may make him seem standoffish and, at times, quite confrontational, Marcus is actually a lot more logical and calm than his facade leads others to believe him to be, and, as such, will back down whenever he deems it to be necessary. There remains another side to Marcus, though, that he has since buried under all of his memories: a person who dreamed of what could be, who knew how to truly laugh and smile.
Skills: As stated prior, Marcus has determination and stubbornness rivaling those of a bull when he commits to something; instead of simply venting his frustration, he instead channels it to increase his own productivity. Marcus is also quite proficient at memorizing things, be they lines from a play, names of famous war heroes, or even random trivia. The more noteworthy events he has committed to memory; most of the rest, though, have been forgotten. Due to his upbringing, Marcus has also gained a penchant for haggling and bargaining, which may or may not be a good thing. His experience in acting has given him plenty of experience faking emotions and given him plenty of opportunities to tell half-truths and lies as well, but his own moral standards usually cause him to refrain from lying unless he deems it to be necessary.
History: A first-generation American citizen, Marcus, as most Asian-American citizens have been in the past, was forced to bear the brunt of his parents' dreams and hopes for the future. Being the first son, obviously enough, only served to aggravate the situation even further, especially given how deeply rooted the importance of 'first sons' generally was back in China. Made to attend prep classes at an early age, Marcus found the constant training and preparation for the future to be little more than a hassle; after all, everyone else around him seemed to be able to relax, slack off, and have fun; why couldn't he?
The first decade or so of his life went fairly normally; violin lessons, a private tutor, and everything else his parents could think of were piled on, one on top of the other, as if to carefully trim him to look acceptable for the rest of the world. His only escape, reading, was what kept him going. Stories of both the infinite future and the mysterious past kept him enthralled in the little place he called home, though he himself knew that those were simply dreams that would never come true. The years passed him by, never once yearning to give him a break. This was the path that his life had set him up for, it seemed.
Marcus' teen years, however, gave him a glimpse of the freedom he so greatly desired. Though middle school had remained as ironbound as his elementary school years had been, his entry into high school gave him opportunities left and right to break out of that which had held him captive for so long. No longer limited to just books, Marcus joined clubs left and right, eventually finding himself at home in just two: the Acting Club and the Literature Club. Here, he found himself very valuable supports for the future: in the former, a place to explore the minds of others, and in the latter, a place to continue his avid love for books. Granted, they were both forms of escapism, but for him it didn't matter. Here, he could make choices. Here, he could be free.
As the years of Marcus' high school flew by, he also found one more interesting thing about himself: he had a knack for memorization, which, in turn, made him quite proficient in the STEM courses of the school. His parents were thrilled, of course; their son actually had a legitimate chance to make it big as a doctor!
But he didn't want that sort of life, of course. He didn't want to be constrained by the constant patients, having to remember all those obscure drugs and treatments and whatnot. He had had more than enough of that lifestyle; here, he would take his stand. As his final year of his high school career came to a close, he had made his choice: a college across the country, all the way in California. Though his goodbyes seemed to be heartfelt and teary, in truth, they were nothing more than crocodile tears and rehearsed sorrow. Finally, a complete escape from these chains that seemed to be binding him!
At college, Marcus... Well, he didn't quite 'let loose'; he had enough common sense to stand by his parents' and teachers' warnings about living on his own. His rebellion was a bit more subtle, though; rather than taking medical science as his parents had expected, Marcus went in pursuit of a career of anthropology and archaeology. Here, he believed, he could immerse himself enough in the past to not have to worry about the future. Learning history, too, had been like traveling through the pages of a novel, so he was more than pleased with his choice. His parents... Not so much.
Marcus' parents were disappointed in him, to say the least, but Marcus didn't mind as he whiled away his years at college with this course of action in mind. He was finally free to carve his own path in life, and, though bound by the constructs of society, he had found what he felt was a worthy path to pursue for years to come. If he was going to regret something in the future, so be it. He would have time for self-pity later.
Other: Only watched cooking shows on TV. Reality TV, cartoons, and all that other stuff didn't really interest him. At all.

As for people accepted so far... As of now, @WeepingLiberty and @Tokki have made the cut so far, bringing the remaining slots down to two. I'm still debating with myself over which two to pick, though. Geh. Indecisiveness hurts.
But anyhow, it's fine to go and drop your forms in the Characters tab, you two. I'll place mine in as well.

[SadCubone]

Hey@PKMNB0Y Idk if you re-read my CS cause I did get around to making edits to the original post. The reason I didn't make edits when you were viewing them the second time was because I was sleeping in.

[PKMNB0Y]

Hey@PKMNB0Y Idk if you re-read my CS cause I did get around to making edits to the original post. The reason I didn't make edits when you were viewing them the second time was because I was sleeping in.

@SadCubone

No, I read them over. The issue is that there are more than the intended number of people sending in forms, and it's difficult to decide on who to let through. It's a difficult decision to make, I'm sorry to say.

[SadCubone]

Understandable. I just wanted to check you got the most recent version of the CS instead of the one you first read.

[Zombehs]

Dang it. I'll withhold from making the decision harder and simply watch the thread unless you're open to entertaining another sheet I suppose.

[PKMNB0Y]

Ah, nah, it's fine. If you want to submit one, go ahead. More options, contrary to most people, actually helps me make decisions faster. :D

[Zombehs]

Excellent... Expect it to be edited in within an hour or so presuming I don't fall asleep on my face.

Huh... I just realized how frighteningly similar your character's description is to the picture I'm using...

[Zombehs]

Adam Taylor

Name: Adam Taylor
Age (Prior): 21
Appearance (Former): Wild. With messy black hair, an expressive face, and impressive stature, that was often a word people would use to describe Adam. He was a fair bit taller than average at 6’3 and had a well conditioned build, although he generally hides it under long sleeves and baggy clothes; no need to make other people feel inadequate after all.
Appearance (Current): Tall… Seems like he gained a few inches upon being dropped into this world along with a few other changes. His eyes are a slightly lighter shade of brown now, and red tribal markings decorate most of his skin. His build is a bit thinner, though that might just because of the change in height, but still muscular.
Race: Human? Maybe?

Personality: Driven, but not outgoing. He’s got willpower and drive, no doubt, but they aren’t his default state of mind. On the contrary, unless the right stimulus is present, Adam isn’t too energetic and easily bored. He’s also not too open to others in the day to day goings of his life, so he feels distant to most people.

Controlled thrill seeker. He jumps at the vibrant opportunities in life, and tries his best to see them through, even if they end up being unpleasant. He was never someone just to abandon something that’s hard. Unafraid to test his limits, he enjoys pushing himself and going all out.

Selfish, but compromising. It might seem odd to people who know his past, but Adam is frankly not someone who goes out of his way to help strangers. If he knows someone well they can rely on him, but they’re the exceptions to the norm. He’ll try to benefit himself, but won’t go far as to hurt others in the process. He isn’t a saint, nor is he a demon; just someone trying to make things work for himself.

Skills: Surprisingly, Adam was a fairly good housekeeper. With his parents out of the house almost all day, all week to make ends meet, as the eldest he had to pick up the slack. It’s been a good five or so years since he’s done a lot of that stuff though, so he’s a bit out of practice.

A combination of how to brawl and run away when the odds were against him. A couple of empty hand control courses taught him finer points on the subject in the recent years. Meanwhile, the urban sprawl he called home made for a damn good place to run. He took and still takes good advantage of it now that he’s moved back. Hopping fences, jumping roofs, sliding down poles, the whole works. Even now, whenever he has time and nothing to do, Adam doesn’t mind heading out and just going at it.

Taking care of things at the house and looking after himself on the street taught Adam to constantly be vigilant. Whether it was a prank of his younger siblings, or some people looking to pay him back, they helped him learn quick. Enlisting has only helped to hone this skill of his.

Former infantry. Not quite marksman, but definitely handy with a variety of small arms. Has a bit of knowledge/skill when it comes to first aid, navigation, tactics, and leadership. Well-conditioned, both physically and mentally.
History: Born to a working class family, Adam was the eldest child of three. His parents were recent immigrants to the States, and both of them took up jobs to support the family's new life. Beyond the occasional conversation in Vietnamese or the rare meals his mother would be home to cook, there wasn't much to remind Adam that his parents came from a different country. Perhaps they wanted him to grow up an American and embrace its culture?

Growing up Adam spent a good portion of his time taking care of his siblings when their parents were at work. While they managed to hire a nanny while the two were still toddlers, the job of looking over them was foisted onto his shoulders after they began to attend kindergartner. Never really minded it because family’s important and what not, though he did get into his own fair share of troubles.

Between the fact that his family wasn't the best financially and his foreign appearance, there was enough for bullies around him to pick on. He dealt with those bullies the first time around with a few scraps that drew the lines. When he began to disappear after class to pick up his younger siblings rather than doing any "boy" activities, it wasn't exactly a surprise to him that some people got the "smart" idea. Course he was even less inclined to put up with shit that might have involved his younger siblings, and he made that readily apparent. Sometimes they deserved the smack on the head he gave them, but damn would he let someone hurt them. In the end while most of his schoolmates avoided him, Adam was at least able to attend school without too many problems.

Plans for after high school got derailed when his mother died though, and Adam decided to enlist instead of continue onto higher education to help out with monetary issues. Just barely old enough and with the minimum amount of education required, Adam nonetheless didn't have any trouble in making the cut. He was by no means a genius in school, so it wasn't like college had been a for sure path anyways; not to mention, the family's finance would have been strained to send him alone.

His father and younger siblings didn't really like his decision, but at least the one that mattered accepted it. With his best wishes Adam left to walk a far away path from the ones he loved for quite some time. Basic training was so-so, harsh as expected but nothing that was unbearable. Following that, he was assigned to a base on the other side of the country from his family. Surprisingly, with all that had happened, Adam never received an order to deploy and spent the entirety of his contract serving within the country.

Five years later and with his original contract at an end, Adam declined an extension and released. While he didn’t mind a career in the military, it had also never been his intention to stay with it until retirement. He was taking the year off, time for himself and the family, but shit happens. Just generally doesn’t involve being pulled into another world.

Other: Well, the changes to his appearance aren’t only superficial, but Adam’s got no idea and it’ll be a while before the effects actually manifest themselves. When they do it’ll be quite noticeable though, given the markings will begin to glow.

Damn it, double posted. Will go off myself in glorious sudoku.

[PKMNB0Y]

@Zombehs: The form's looking pretty alright, but you're on the money about the history; need a liiittle bit more substance to it than just that. Country of origin? Family? More on military (which country would accept him at that age?) and training? You know, that sorta stuff.

As for @SadCubone:
I like the improvement so far, but right now the situation remains a tossup. There are a few qualms that I, personally, have with your writing style, but those currently have nothing to do with the form itself and, as such, I will remain unbiased in that regard.

[Tokki]

Will go off myself in glorious sudoku.

@Zombehs

[Zombehs]

@Zombehs: The form's looking pretty alright, but you're on the money about the history; need a liiittle bit more substance to it than just that. Country of origin? Family? More on military (which country would accept him at that age?) and training? You know, that sorta stuff.

@PKMNB0Y

Edits have been made, things have been lengthened, etc.

[SadCubone]

As for @SadCubone:
I like the improvement so far, but right now the situation remains a tossup. There are a few qualms that I, personally, have with your writing style, but those currently have nothing to do with the form itself and, as such, I will remain unbiased in that regard.

@PKMNB0Y

Well my writing style is more voice based. What I mean by that is, when you read it it's looks as if someone is talking when no one is. Like a narrator or a voice in the head or voices to thoughts. Normally that is weird in stories, books, paragraphs and such but the more I started using it the more people liked it and I haven't dropped it. I feel like it gives whatever you are reading more personality. If you want me to try to change it I can.

[The Roman07]

Im soooo applying for this.. Give me a few to get a cs up :)

[PKMNB0Y]

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Well my writing style is more voice based. What I mean by that is, when you read it it's looks as if someone is talking when no one is. Like a narrator or a voice in the head or voices to thoughts. Normally that is weird in stories, books, paragraphs and such but the more I started using it the more people liked it and I haven't dropped it. I feel like it gives whatever you are reading more personality. If you want me to try to change it I can.

@SadCubone

Nah, it's fine, no need to worry. It's just that the weird capitalization of unnecessary things here and there is bugging me, is all.

@Zombehs: Looking better. Since more people are applying again, I'll give a buffer of the rest of today before I hand down a verdict.

[SadCubone]

@PKMNB0Y Ohhhhhhh I get ya, well I'll try to work that. I appreciate you pointing it out, that way I can get better.

[Zombehs]

Cool beans.

[The Roman07]

Name: Richard Romano

Age (Prior): 24

Appearance (Former):
Quite handsome for the average College kid, standing at a well respected 5'11" 165lbs. Dark brown hair and Deep green eyes. Hair always kept neat and parted as is his grooming standards.

Appearance (Current): An ugly, drooling, snarling beast! Hunching over and still at 6' 2" 190lbs of itchy hair and muscle and KNOTS! Knots everywhere! White matted fur covering his entire body. The only thing that remained the same was his Green eyes.

Race: WolfBeast

Personality: Cheerfull, smart, timid. borderline introverted with not a harmfull bone in his body. Will jump to help anyone if you simply ask, a little too trusting for his own well being. One look in his eyes and you can feel his kind nature.

Skills: (Prior)- Minor medicinal knowledge and minor herbal knowledge from college classes, whatever random facts he gets from the internet when not playing video games and a whole bunch of experience playing his favorite RPG "Blades and Trebuchets".

(Current)- Physically Stronger than he was prior but not by much, 3x faster and the reflexes that come with it. His sense of smell is quite sensitive and his eyesight can see a bit better in the dark, but no change from the usual during the day. It seems that he does not tire out as easily as he used to either.

History: Born and raised in middleclass Brooklyn, New York. A loving yet equally annoying family including two older brothers and a little sister to call his own. Always fighting eachother for attention in such a small house was a constant game. A fun game that he enjoyed no matter the jealous looks he got when showing off. This went on full into his graduating year of high school, that was when everything took a turn for the worse. His little sister became ill with cancer, his other brothers constantly fought each other over women to the point of almost leaving eachother hospitalized, and his parents grown old and tired kinda just "gave up" and let them all do what they wanted with the exception of his little sister whom soaked up all the attention as well as putting them in an equal amount of debt with hospital bills.

That "all too fun" game of attention, got very real very quick. Everybody started to struggle to find jobs and help out whatever way they can. The brothers started a small business working on cars with Richard being the smarter of the three handling the numbers. Every morning he would work at the garage and every evening night classes were taken as a means to avoid coming home to depression and illness. It wasnt long before his cell rang halfway between Herbology class with horrible news. His little sister was in intensive care, the cancer was spreading and getting worse. Richard ran from the college all the way to the hospital only blocks away, but by the time he got there it was already too late. His parents were crying over an empty bed and Richards two brothers were wrestling on the floor blaming eachother for not doing something to help. Richard just stood there and took a silent vow that he wouldnt cry, not now , not ever. He had to be strong, if not for himself then at least for the others.

A month passed, the brothers quit the garage and their mother turned catatonic from the stress. Richard had nothing better to do during than sit and play computer games as he helped his father with his mothers lifeless body. Every morning, he helped to pull his mother out of her lifeless trance doing mundane tasks for them all hoping it will in some small way help. When not doing anything he wasted his time on "Blades and Trebuchets" an RPG that if only for a small instance took him away from this world. If only he could crawl into that dimly lit monitor and stay there...

Other: Obviously his body has changed and in Richards own opinion, changed for the worse. Why did he become such a hairy, stinky, drooling beast? Why doesnt his words come out as clearly as before? And why cant he get these damn knots out?!?!?

[WeepingLiberty]

@The Roman07

So that's what really happened to Marco. XD

[The Roman07]

@WeepingLiberty
Lol huh? I dont get it.... Sry

Yep... Nevermind... Just saw the jokes deerrrrr lol