Prince is high as fuck rn
He's like a kite or something
So how's everyone been
Feeling okay
Good health and all?
I worry a lot ;3;
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I won't be able to post until later on tonight or Monday. Sorry, family stuff.
High casual is expected, so hopefully we get three paragraphs+ from everyone, which would probably help keep the posting rate slow. Plus no speed posting (thank god) so I think (hope) everything will be kept orderly (((:
Chris is completed.
Princey-poo is partying hard so no posts from him tonight.
"Think I care?"
| NAME: |
Chris Richards
| AGE: |
20
| APPEARANCE: |
Chris is a massive party animal, and there have been plenty of rumors about her spreading about the campus, so her face is pretty well known. Standing at about five-eight feet and weighing an underweight one hundred pounds, Chris is slim, tall, and knows how to show it off. Despite using she/her pronouns, Chris is gender-fluid, and this is shown off through her varying outfits, use of makeup, and vanishing curves. Her face is angular, with lush lips, a narrow nose, and large blue eyes, which contrast well with her short, black-dyed hair. She has a very athletic build, with fair, easily tanned skin and many bruises and blemishes from drunk adventures and childhood mishaps. Her arms, back, and torso are covered with many colorful tattoos, most referencing very old, nerdy TV shows and bands. Normally binds her breasts despite having very little curves.
Band shirts, sweatpants, skinny jeans, and loose tank tops fill her closet, and there are very few dresses and skirts. To more formal events she dawns dress shirts and sweater-vests, and thanks to her growing interest in fashion she always matches. When not prancing off to a party or lurking around the mall with friends she dresses like a slob, throwing on willy-nilly as an attempt to stay out of the nude. Normally wears contacts, and at night can be seen wearing very round glasses.
Band shirts, sweatpants, skinny jeans, and loose tank tops fill her closet, and there are very few dresses and skirts. To more formal events she dawns dress shirts and sweater-vests, and thanks to her growing interest in fashion she always matches. When not prancing off to a party or lurking around the mall with friends she dresses like a slob, throwing on willy-nilly as an attempt to stay out of the nude. Normally wears contacts, and at night can be seen wearing very round glasses.
| PERSONALITY: |
While on the surface Chris appears sweet and friendly, often coming up to strangers with a wide smile and friendly tips, she is far from kind. With a biting wit, a sailor's mouth, and devilish eyes, Chris is most likely approaching you with some kind of prank in mind. Rather mischievous and childish, Chris often pulls practical jokes towards those she deems worthy, and despite always getting caught she just can't stop making them, finding that even mundane attacks to be hilarious in some manner. Despite being somewhat of a social butterfly, Chris has few close friends, finding that her mind simply has problems trusting people easily. Due to her cynical mindset, after her initial friendly greeting she will slowly grow more and more abrasive the longer the conversation goes on. This untrustworthy attitude only fades completely when she's drunk, and thanks to her party-obsessed body Chris is almost always drunk by the end of the night. To those she is friends with, Chris is ridiculously loyal, and will stop at nothing to protect them.
A Fine Arts student, Chris has a very vivid imagination, which is evident in most of her more fantastical pieces. Despite being very invested in her school work, Chris is far from smart, and relies more on her keen eyes rather than her brain in classroom environments and stressful situations. Even though she is book dumb, Chris is far from idiotic, and has the ability to tell right from wrong and notice small details if needed. She is also very street smart thanks to growing up in New York City. Open-minded, Chris is always open to ideas and questions, and has many political views despite hating politics to death.
Thanks to growing up in a rough neighborhood, Chris had once taken part in many fist fights and verbal arguments, and though she rarely has the need to now a days she always remembers her father's fighting advice. With her strong eyes and sharp tongue, it doesn't seem as though Chris would crack under pressure, though that assumption is very wrong. If too much stress is put on the skinny lad's shoulders she will easily snap and end up curled up in a shaking ball. Hiding her fears is something Chris does very well, so when she finally lets everything spill out it is nearly unbearable. To keep situations lighthearted and not worrying, Chris cracks jokes, most being particularly dirty, and tries her best to keep everyone smiling. Her pseudo-optimistic attitude is only rivaled by her cynical feelings towards most people. Has a very crass way of speaking, and despite being kind of bitchy to those she had met a few times already, Chris tries to act as kind as her mind will allow.
Interested in many indie bands and older cartoons, as proven by her painted arms and many graphic tees. Hates to read, yet is somewhat interested in comic books and children books due to the art, and has something against modern day sitcoms and dramas. Will almost always have paint on her somewhere.
A Fine Arts student, Chris has a very vivid imagination, which is evident in most of her more fantastical pieces. Despite being very invested in her school work, Chris is far from smart, and relies more on her keen eyes rather than her brain in classroom environments and stressful situations. Even though she is book dumb, Chris is far from idiotic, and has the ability to tell right from wrong and notice small details if needed. She is also very street smart thanks to growing up in New York City. Open-minded, Chris is always open to ideas and questions, and has many political views despite hating politics to death.
Thanks to growing up in a rough neighborhood, Chris had once taken part in many fist fights and verbal arguments, and though she rarely has the need to now a days she always remembers her father's fighting advice. With her strong eyes and sharp tongue, it doesn't seem as though Chris would crack under pressure, though that assumption is very wrong. If too much stress is put on the skinny lad's shoulders she will easily snap and end up curled up in a shaking ball. Hiding her fears is something Chris does very well, so when she finally lets everything spill out it is nearly unbearable. To keep situations lighthearted and not worrying, Chris cracks jokes, most being particularly dirty, and tries her best to keep everyone smiling. Her pseudo-optimistic attitude is only rivaled by her cynical feelings towards most people. Has a very crass way of speaking, and despite being kind of bitchy to those she had met a few times already, Chris tries to act as kind as her mind will allow.
Interested in many indie bands and older cartoons, as proven by her painted arms and many graphic tees. Hates to read, yet is somewhat interested in comic books and children books due to the art, and has something against modern day sitcoms and dramas. Will almost always have paint on her somewhere.
| STATEMENT: |
- Relationship - 1) "I had met her at a party once, and hoooly shi- cow was she drunk! Or maybe it was just me... Anyway, we chatted for a bit, and that was my first and last time meeting face-to-face with her."
- Alibi - 2) "I was chilling in my dorm with a friend, stayed there till about nine before we headed out to a party just a block away from the campus. We were no where near the crime scene."
- Motive - 3) "Sir, why should I kill some chick I've barely even said hello to?"
- Alibi - 2) "I was chilling in my dorm with a friend, stayed there till about nine before we headed out to a party just a block away from the campus. We were no where near the crime scene."
- Motive - 3) "Sir, why should I kill some chick I've barely even said hello to?"
Wisty returned the somewhat forced-looking smile with a sweet one, nodding and listening as the girl named Jin before her seemed to be rushing forward, towards the lounge. Must've been one of the old members, seeing as she was fairly knowledgeable of all the rooms and halls already. The blonde watched the smaller girl off with a final wave and then a heavy sigh, hoping that she didn't appear too awkward to the dark-skinned teen. After a moment of lingering in the hall she turned and walked back towards the inner maze of the cave, tracing the floor underfoot with wandering eyes as her hands dragged across the tight, smooth walls. Her eyes took note of the three in the lounge, who seemed to be playing some sort of video games, and the few in the kitchen who were preparing to practice in the training room. Wisty thought she caught another glimpse of Jin, hugging the man she could remember being called Gabe, but perhaps it was just a trick of the light. The noise of the lounge and kitchen faded behind her as she approached the living quarters.
The semi-silence of the halls was comforting, but there was a faint rustling from one of the half-open doors. Wisty glanced around for a while, taking note that her room was a bit further down the hall, and that the rest surrounded her. Most door were closes, but one seemed to be partially open, and there was obviously someone in it. Not wanting to act nosy, though, she decided to refrain from peeking in and instead leaned against the closest door-less wall, letting out a haggard sigh.
Despite the initial excitement the blonde had felt all those weeks before, now it just felt like the same routine everyday. Get up, attempt to socialize, train. Train. Night patrol, then more training. Eating and sleeping were mixed in there as well, but for most of the day Wisty found herself moving in someway, be it kicking, punching, or trying to talk. There had been no group missions, barely any tests of team work, and her caretaker still hung around so it didn't truly feel like she was dorming at college or something along those lines. Everything just felt... Painfully normal and quiet. And that was boring. Wisty lowered her head, staring at the floor with distracted eyes as her mind groped out for an idea of something exciting to do.
Then the alarm blared.
She straightened at the sound, a wide grin spreading across her face as she turned on her heels and drifted towards the monitor room. Canary stood in front of the main screen, and seeing the familiar face made Wisteria's smile widen even more. Once everyone else began enter the older woman began the mission specs, and the younger blonde leaned forward with obvious interest, smoldering eyes scanning the TV screen intensely. Cinderblock... He looked like a tough one alright. Once the meeting was adjourned she turned and ran quickly back to her room, untying her hair and kicking off her shoes as soon as she pulled through the familiar door.
Owlet laid across her bed neatly, all ready to be dawned, and without losing momentum Wisty threw on the costume and began prepping her utility belt. She had at least six of each pellets, her rope dart, and a few other familiar items. Once she felt ready, Wisty returned to the group, pulling her owl-themed cowl half-way over her head as she neatened her gloves and straightened her belt. A wide grin painted her face, yet she tried her best to appear cool and natural despite the obvious excitement that leaked from her smile. Wisty was happy, her routine had finally broke.
The semi-silence of the halls was comforting, but there was a faint rustling from one of the half-open doors. Wisty glanced around for a while, taking note that her room was a bit further down the hall, and that the rest surrounded her. Most door were closes, but one seemed to be partially open, and there was obviously someone in it. Not wanting to act nosy, though, she decided to refrain from peeking in and instead leaned against the closest door-less wall, letting out a haggard sigh.
Despite the initial excitement the blonde had felt all those weeks before, now it just felt like the same routine everyday. Get up, attempt to socialize, train. Train. Night patrol, then more training. Eating and sleeping were mixed in there as well, but for most of the day Wisty found herself moving in someway, be it kicking, punching, or trying to talk. There had been no group missions, barely any tests of team work, and her caretaker still hung around so it didn't truly feel like she was dorming at college or something along those lines. Everything just felt... Painfully normal and quiet. And that was boring. Wisty lowered her head, staring at the floor with distracted eyes as her mind groped out for an idea of something exciting to do.
Then the alarm blared.
She straightened at the sound, a wide grin spreading across her face as she turned on her heels and drifted towards the monitor room. Canary stood in front of the main screen, and seeing the familiar face made Wisteria's smile widen even more. Once everyone else began enter the older woman began the mission specs, and the younger blonde leaned forward with obvious interest, smoldering eyes scanning the TV screen intensely. Cinderblock... He looked like a tough one alright. Once the meeting was adjourned she turned and ran quickly back to her room, untying her hair and kicking off her shoes as soon as she pulled through the familiar door.
Owlet laid across her bed neatly, all ready to be dawned, and without losing momentum Wisty threw on the costume and began prepping her utility belt. She had at least six of each pellets, her rope dart, and a few other familiar items. Once she felt ready, Wisty returned to the group, pulling her owl-themed cowl half-way over her head as she neatened her gloves and straightened her belt. A wide grin painted her face, yet she tried her best to appear cool and natural despite the obvious excitement that leaked from her smile. Wisty was happy, her routine had finally broke.
LetterA said
shit the hunika ship is getting a head on ixaseno wonder Inni told me to draw an ixase baby
he has his mother's eyes and his father's smile AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
hey
HEY
thats not allowed
sorry prince ur not allowed to gm anymore
LetterA said
they wouldn't have one because IXION WOULD BE DEAD AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....inniplsforgiveme
Shhhhhhh
U mother fucker
Whispers no
Ixion belongs to Ase and only Ase
*hisssses*
Ixion belongs to Ase and only Ase
*hisssses*
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