December

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

So, yeah, writing on my phone failed, but my brother said I could use his laptop once he went to bed (he'll probably be up until 3ish) so I should be able to post after that!

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

Yeah, I've spent the past year working pretty damn hard to get this! I'm super excited!

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

I'm really not positive what to post for Sebastian. I think I'm gonna wait for a Seraphina post before I make another Leo post.

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

Hey love, I've been on the road all day without access to my computer. I still have to drive about seven more hours tomorrow, so I can probably type something up on my phone then. It might be a little lackluster and shorter than normal, but I'll try my best.

⦓ 𝙽 𝙴 𝚁 𝚅 𝙴 ⦔ ⧿ (( Inspired By The Movie NERVE ))

@mskennedy615 Do you ever look back over something your wrote and just stop and go, "I... put that?"

But, y'know, I'm gonna leave it there.

⦓ 𝙽 𝙴 𝚁 𝚅 𝙴 ⦔ ⧿ (( Inspired By The Movie NERVE ))

Holland

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-Holland Niles-

_{"Morality inhibits us from getting what we want."}

_{𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

— ⇋ ❖ ⇌ —

Username:

@Niles96

Name:

Holland Niles

Nick-Names:

Holl, Holls, Nile, Niles.

Gender:

Male

Occupation:

❖ Drug runner
❖ Full Time Delinquent

Place Of Origin:

Chicago

Age:

21

Birthday:

August 4th, 1996

Personal Philosophy:

"You deserve what you have the balls to take."

_{𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Relationship Status:

Single.

Sexuality:

"A good time."

Partner:

None.

Father:

Hanate Niles (deceased).

Mother:

Jinoa Niles (absent).

Siblings:

Farley Niles (older brother).

Pets:

None.

_{𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Personality:

♦ Adaptable ♦ Callous ♦ Unwavering ♦ Greedy ♦ Passionate ♦ Distrusting ♦ Durable ♦

Holland operates under a mentality that bears many similarities to, "Kill or be killed." Everything is perceived as a threat, and assessed accordingly. If you're an immediate threat, you will be dealt with in a callous manner, and in a very efficient fashion. If you aren't a problem, you'll most likely be ignored entirely.

To Holland, everything is a contract; He will give you something on the condition that you assist him in return. His personality is incredibly prickly at first, surrounding him in a shroud of apathy and dickish humor. Holland has no patience for the flower children,
and those that can't take a hint to piss off will quickly encounter his anger. Patience and emotional moments are for bitches. In the real world, life isn't quite so lovey-dovey, and Holland prefers it that way. The less he has to talk about his feelings, the more he can suppress them.

Likes:

✔ Alcohol
✔ Weed
✔ Picking fights
✔ Rainy nights
✔ Deep dish pizza
✔ Challenges
✔ Baking

Dislikes:

✘ Flower children
✘ Emotional attachments
✘ Insolence
✘ People who convince themselves they can't do anything by themselves
✘ Early mornings
✘ Brownies

Hobbies:

❖ Drinking
❖ Hoeing
❖ Video games
❖ Baking

Strengths:

❖ Athletic- Holland spends his free time getting into fights and competing with other people in a variety of competitions; his body is well toned.
❖ Connections- Holland's unsavory occupation has led to him acquiring numerous favors owed over the years, resulting in a wide array of "friends" that he can call upon to get things done.
❖ Street Smart- Holland grew up in the slums of Chicago as a drug runner. He knows his way around.
❖ Good Aim- While he'd never openly admit it, Holland has seen his fair share of shootouts, and even taken a couple hits over the years. While he is certainly no sniper, he can hit a target from a good distance with a handgun.
❖ Bravery (Stupidity?)- Holland doesn't crack under pressure. In fact, he comes alive in times of stress. In an emergency, he's the first to react, the first to hit, and the first to make a move.

Weaknesses:

☠ Distrustful- Holland didn't exactly have a past checkered with sunshine and rainbows; various wounds and betrayals over the years have led to him becoming markedly callous and cautious.
☠ Debt- Being a drug runner isn't exactly a choice profession. Holland is trapped in his job until he can pay off the debts for crimes of his past.
☠ Addiction- Alcoholism and a few hard drugs have taken their toll on Holland's body, causing him to require substances to keep him functioning normally. He'll descend into a moderate withdrawal period if he is cut off.
☠ Apathy- Holland's inability to make actual relationships that aren't based on any kind of debt severely injures his ability to socialize. He hasn't really had a real friend since he was ten, resulting in him literally not being able to make friends.
☠ Inability to smell- Between the multiple times he broke his nose to the questionable substances he put in his nose,
somewhere along the line, Holland lost his ability to smell.

Biography:

TBA.

_{𝒪𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Other:

Holland is, put simply, a slut. He's easily seduced, and will seek out company for the night quite frequently.
This can be used against him, or to his advantage.

_{𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔}

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Theme Song:

"R.I.P. 2 My Youth" by The Neighborhood.

⦓ 𝙽 𝙴 𝚁 𝚅 𝙴 ⦔ ⧿ (( Inspired By The Movie NERVE ))

My CS is almost completed, I'll have it up tomorrow! Unfortunately, my eyes are literally dragging themselves shut on me, so I must retire, or risk posting some sort of atrociously composed sheet.

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

@Wick Sorry for the short post, I wasn't entirely positive what to put, and my brain is running on 5% capacity. XD

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

@Wick

Elias

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Elias turned to face his partner and smiled broadly, bowing gently as he took her hand, placing a gentle peck on her soft skin before straightening.

"Ah, Lady Alexis, there you are!" The Grimm smiled with a twinkle in his eye. "You look most dazzling, I must say."

The Hunter spoke truth. Alexis gracefully presented herself in a gorgeous ballroom gown, with her hair pinned up in a fanciful fashion. Her auburn locks gently framed her smooth face, highlighting the already-distracting tint of her eyes. The dress couldn't be described as modest, as it had a plunging neckline and fully displayed her collarbone and left much of her breasts for the eyes to readily observe. A flash of guilt once more ran through Elias' mind as he took in her ravishing beauty, however, he banished it as quickly as it had come.

"Yes, I received your note. You and I have much to discuss, however, I doubt it is appropriate for..." Elias cleared his throat and motioned towards the nearest suitor with his head, shooting an amused yet belittling look towards the man. "Present company."

With a light chuckle, he offered his arm to Alexis, leading her through the crowd. "It's been a little while since I last saw you. Your aunt keeping you busy with all of the frivolities of being wealthy, I assume?"

♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ᖴᑌᒪᒪ

- Valen -

Location: Flight BAW229; Los Angeles to London.
Interacting with: Juliet @Vicier, Lavena @Caits

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”H-hello?”

The voice was faint, and it barely carried itself over the surface of the water. At first, Valen thought he imagined it, however the woman's voice came through once again. "I survived!"

A wave of relief rushed over Valen as he realized that among all the carnage, at least one other person had survived. The prospect of another adult, or at least someone who sounded like it, boosted his spirits, however it couldn't debunk the fear he felt from the ocean's vastness beneath his feet.

"Hello? Hang on, I'm on my way!" The man began kicking his legs and using his free arms to backstroke towards the sounds of the woman's voice, doing his best to keep the little girl on his chest. Her hair was soaked and clung to her face in odd patterns, obscuring her features. Her lips were a cold blue, and the only movement from her chest were tiny, sporadic heaves. She was alive, however, Valen wasn't sure how much longer she would stay that way. Without warmth and a dry place to rest, her small form would succumb to the cold wetness far faster than that of a fully grown man's.

Pausing mid stroke, Valen hoisted her further up onto his body, pulling as much of her as he could out of the water. He gently tapped her cheek with the tips of his fingers, attempting to coax her into consciousness. "Hey, sweetie, can you hear me? Wake up. Come on. Come on!"

His voice became increasingly more frantic as his attempts were met with fruitless results. The voice of the woman came floating across the water once again, however the floating debris shielded her from Valen's sight. Growling in frustration and distress, Valen began backpedaling with both arms, churning the water as he bolted towards the woman's voice.

"Hey, can you hear me?" Valen shouted. "I'm following your voice. Keep talking! I don't know where you are!"

The fighter surveyed the nearby wreckage in the hopes of discovering something he could drift on top of, however between the jagged metal edges, which he wasn't positive how that was floating, questionable substances, and various sizes, nothing appeared to be readily available to support the girl, much less the both of them.

Panic began to rise in his chest as he struggled to find any kind of hope for the girl. He shouted again to the woman, cautiously swimming around a questionable piece of wreckage before calling out again. "Where are you?!"