Erklings25

Another Day Of Sun

@Avanhelsing RENTheads are taking over the world, one RP at a time!

{Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ} Rᴏsᴇꜰᴇʟʟ - A Cᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ Aɢᴇ Sᴛᴏʀʏ

Lincoln Everett

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Lincoln Felix Everett

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Name:
Lincoln Felix Everett

Nicknames:
Link

Age:
20

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Heterosexual

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Face Claim
Logan Lerman

Dialogue Color
Peru

In Depth Appearance
Lincoln Everett is attractive. It's possible that Lincoln could be more attractive. However that would require him to clean up his appearance, something he wouldn't do. Much to the chargin of his parents, Lincoln is incredibly scruffy. His dark hair is constantly tousled, giving the appearance that he just rolled out of bed. His eyes are a mix of light grey and blue, and his eyebrows are thin and curved. His forehead is usually covered by his fringe. He stands tall at 6"1', though his shoulders are slight for his height and his arms are thin.

His jawline slopes down to a point , and his chin (like his forehead) is oddly large. He has attempted to grow a beard many times, but has never gotten past having a little spreading of stubble. His nose slightly resembles a ski ramp, something he got teased for at school. His mouth is incredibly thin, set in a slight frown, even though he is prone to smiling. On his upper right arm he has a tattoo of the Jedi Order symbol.

His style is very grungy, he likes to wear a lot of flannel and it is rare to see him without a beanie hat, even in the summer.

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Habits//Quirks//Oddities

- Chain smoker
- Rubs knuckles together when thinking
- His left eye twitches when he gets angry

Hobbies
- Playing poker
- Drawing
- Sailing
- Making model boats (Don't tell anyone!)

Likes
- Cats
- Mystery novels
- Punk music
- Having a smoke with his father
- Any sci-fi content
- Being near the sea

Dislikes
- When his stuff gets repossessed
- Melodramatic people
- Heights
- Indecisiveness
- Dancing in public

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Personality
ELOQUENT ☆ TRUSTWORTHY ☆ SELF DEPRECATING ☆ CANTANKEROUS

Acid-tounged and bad-tempered, Lincoln doesn't seem like the kind to be well liked by many. Maybe it's his way with words, his strange magnetism, or his laidback aura, but there is something about him that people like. He is not the nicest of people, his insults are acidic and never used sparingly, he seems lazy and frequently fails to see the positive side of things. It seems that he never really got past his angsty, curmudgeonly phase in his teenage years. Despite this, he is often seen smiling and a chilled atmosphere follows him.

Could this be why people genuinely like such a misanthrope? It's not that he dislikes people, but that he likes his people more than he cares to say, so he only tries to be nice to them, but he learnt that if you make a good first impression then people find misanthropy almost charming. He grew up helping his parents practice their lines, and this early exposure to language made him very eloquent from a young age. His sense of humor is very satirical and sardonic, and he is a closet nerd.

His friends know that they can talk to him no matter what, whether they just want to complain about something petty, or reveal their darkest secrets. After having his parents vent to him about each other from an early age, he knows how to listen to people properly and has subsequently become very observant. The advice he gives people is questionable at times, but he's good at making people feel like they're not being judged.

There is a side to him that nobody has seen. He is so confident in front of people that no one could know that he is really insecure. He hates himself. He never learnt how to see the best in himself, only his flaws. Only his grumpiness, his ability to make people feel bad, his pessimsim. How could you like anyone like that, even yourself?

History
Judging from the current state of the Everett family, nobody would ever guess that Lincoln had a surprisingly happy childhood. He would often go to big events with his parents, and grew up around some very interesting people. The most surprising part? His parents were happy too. They were in love, it seemed, and so incredibly happy, darlings of the press. Lincoln grew comfortable with media attention quickly.

It all turned sour when Lincoln turned 7. It was his birthday party, and just as he was going to blow out the candles in his cake there was a knock at the door. He couldn't comprehend what happened next. Some men came in, claiming they came from the bank, and began to take away the coffee table in the living room. That night his parents honestly explained to him what happened: his father couldn't repay his debts, so the bank where allowed to take things to compensate.

Surprisingly, this event only drove Lincoln closer to his father. The next day, he tried to sell his old toys to try and earn some money for the family. That evening, when he gave his father the whole $20 he earned, his mother became furious. In her mind George had set poor little Link up to it. They fought all night. Eventually you get used to it, though it never stops hurting.

He only grew closer to his father over the years. When he turned 16 his father threw him a party whilst his mother was doing a show in NY. That night Lincoln discovered cigarettes and learned to play poker, two vices he proudly indulged in later in life. From that day, Lincoln became closer to his father than anyone else in the world.

He left for university at age 18, his tuition fees payed by funds that family friends scraped together. At uni he slept around, gambles like there was no tomorrow. It was only when he nearly got a girl pregnant in a drunken stupor that he decided to clean up his act. He weaned himself off gambling for money, now he plays for fun, and is trying his hardest not end up in bed anything with legs and find a serious relationship, for fear of becoming his father.

Hell knows how long that will last...

Miscellaneous
He is studying art in university. He hopes to become a cartoonist one day, like his idol Scott Adams.
He draws cartoons for the local news publication in Rosefell. All the character are obvious parodies of people he knows, which he acknowledges but has never outright confirmed. He is awaiting being accused of libel with glee.

{Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ} Rᴏsᴇꜰᴇʟʟ - A Cᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ Aɢᴇ Sᴛᴏʀʏ

If there's anyone who wants to discuss relationships, PM me!

Another Day Of Sun

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Welcome To Birch House!

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Congratulations kid. You've made it. It took years of saving, convincing your parents that this was a good idea and insisting that you won't end up homeless, but you've finally made it. You moved to Hollywood. Was it the best idea you've ever had? Who's to say. Was it the stupidest thing you've done? Who's to say. Maybe the best decision you've made so far was choosing to live in Birch House, an apartment block that is well-known for its community of starving artists. Some great talents started off there, you know. No matter what career you're pursuing, wether you just moved here or you're a bitter cynic who's been trying to make it big for years, there's a place for you here!

Go ahead, make your name the biggest in the world, do your best to never sell out but remember this: It's the people around you who'll make this town worth living in. Have a nice time.

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OOC Information!

Hello there! This is my first attempt at GMing in eight months and I may be a little rusty, so bear with me. Basically, this is a silce-of-life RP revolving around a group of people in Hollywood trying to make it big, or share theirs vision with the world, et cetera. (Basically, I watched La La Land and got inspired, then listened to RENT and got inspired!) It's going to be heavily character driven, so I hope to get a large group. Ideally eight minimum (myself inclusive), but I will settle for less. If you're interested, thank you so much, and here's a CS template to keep you going:

CS Template

(Feel free to code this however you see fit!)
Name:
Nicknames:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance: (optional)
Face claim:
Dialogue colour:
Career:
Hobbies:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Personality: (optional)
Bio: (optional)
Aspiration:
Theme song: (optional)
Misc:

Thank you for reading!

{Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ} Rᴏsᴇꜰᴇʟʟ - A Cᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ Aɢᴇ Sᴛᴏʀʏ

@Hushed Whispers As usual, I am a man with a plan and backup plan. Here you go:

Lincoln Everett

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Lincoln Felix Everett

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Name:
Lincoln Felix Everett

Nicknames:
Link

Age:
20

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Heterosexual

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Face Claim
Logan Lerman

Dialogue Color
Peru

In Depth Appearance
Lincoln Everett is attractive. It's possible that Lincoln could be more attractive. However that would require him to clean up his appearance, something he would not do. Much to the chargin of his parents, Lincoln is incredibly scruffy. His dark hair is constantly tousled, giving the appearance that he just rolled out of bed. His eyes are a mix of light grey and blue, and his eyebrows are thin and curved. His forehead is usually covered by his fringe. He stands tall at 6"1', though his shoulders are slight for his height and his arms are thin.

His jawline slopes down to a point , and his chin (like his forehead) is oddly large. He has attempted to grow a beard many times, but has never gotten past having a little spreading of stubble. His nose slightly resembles a ski ramp, something he got teased for at school. His mouth is incredibly thin, set in a slight frown, even though he is prone to smiling. On his upper right arm he has a tattoo of the Jedi Order symbol.

His style is very grungy, he likes to wear a lot of flannel and it is rare to see him without a beanie hat, even in the summer.

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Habits//Quirks//Oddities

- Chain smoker
- Rubs knuckles together when thinking
- His left eye twitches when he gets angry

Hobbies
- Playing poker
- Drawing
- Sailing
- Making model boats (Don't tell anyone!)

Likes
- Cats
- Mystery novels
- Punk music
- Having a smoke with his father
- Any sci-fi content
- Being near the sea

Dislikes
- When his stuff gets repossessed
- Melodramatic people
- Heights
- Indecisiveness
- Dancing in public

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Personality
ELOQUENT ☆ TRUSTWORTHY ☆ SELF DEPRECATING ☆ CANTANKEROUS

Acid-tounged and bad-tempered, Lincoln doesn't seem like the kind to be well liked by many. Maybe it's his way with words, his strange magnetism, or his laidback aura, but there is something about him that people like. He is not the nicest of people, his insults are acidic and never used sparingly, he seems lazy and frequently fails to see the positive side of things. It seems that he never really got past his angsty, curmudgeonly phase in his teenage years. Despite this, he is often seen smiling and a chilled atmosphere follows him.

Could this be why people genuinely like such a misanthrope? It's not that he dislikes people, but that he likes his people more than he cares to say, so he only tries to be nice to them, but he learnt that if you make a good first impression then people find misanthropy almost charming. He grew up helping his parents practice their lines, and this early exposure to language made him very eloquent from a young age. His sense of humor is very satirical and sardonic, and he is a closet nerd.

His friends know that they can talk to him no matter what, whether they just want to complain about something petty, or reveal their darkest secrets. After having his parents vent to him about each other from an early age, he knows how to listen to people properly and has subsequently become very observant. The advice he gives people is questionable at times, but he's good at making people feel like they're not being judged.

There is a side to him that nobody has seen. He is so confident in front of people that no one could know that he is really insecure. He hates himself. He never learnt how to see the best in himself, only his flaws. Only his grumpiness, his ability to make people feel bad, his pessimsim. How could you like anyone like that, even yourself?

History
Judging from the current state of the Everett family, nobody would ever guess that Lincoln had a surprisingly happy childhood. He would often go to big events with his parents, and grew up around some very interesting people. The most surprising part? His parents were happy too. They were in love, it seemed, and so incredibly happy, darlings of the press. Lincoln grew comfortable with media attention quickly.

It all turned sour when Lincoln turned 7. It was his birthday party, and just as he was going to blow out the candles in his cake there was a knock at the door. He couldn't comprehend what happened next. Some men came in, claiming they came from the bank, and began to take away the coffee table in the living room. That night his parents honestly explained to him what happened: his father couldn't repay his debts, so the bank where allowed to take things to compensate.

Surprisingly, this event only drove Lincoln closer to his father. The next day, he tried to sell his old toys to try and earn some money for the family. That evening, when he gave his father the whole $20 he earned, his mother became furious. In her mind George had set poor little Link up to it. They fought all night. Eventually you get used to it, though it never stops hurting.

He only grew closer to his father over the years. When he turned 16 his father threw him a party whilst his mother was doing a show in NY. That night Lincoln discovered cigarettes and learned to play poker, two vices he proudly indulged in later in life. From that day, Lincoln became closer to his father than anyone else in the world.

He left for university at age 18, his tuition fees payed by funds that family friends scraped together. At uni he slept around, gambles like there was no tomorrow. It was only when he nearly got a girl pregnant in a drunken stupor that he decided to clean up his act. He weaned himself off gambling for money, now he plays for fun, and is trying his hardest not end up in bed anything with legs and find a serious relationship, for fear of becoming his father.

Hell knows how long that will last...

Miscellaneous
He is studying art in university. He hopes to become a cartoonist one day, like his idol Scott Adams.
He draws cartoons for the local news publication in Rosefell. All the character are obvious parodies of people he knows, which he acknowledges but has never outright confirmed. He is awaiting being accused of libel with glee.

{Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ} Rᴏsᴇꜰᴇʟʟ - A Cᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ Aɢᴇ Sᴛᴏʀʏ

@Hushed Whispers

Instead of giving you a sibling, here's a neighbour. I changed his face claim half way through (Dorff is one of my favourite actors, but there are no pictures of him anywhere!), it's now Christian Bale, hope that's okay. If there is anything I should change, please tell me! ^_^

Lincoln Everett

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Lincoln Everett

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Name:
Lincoln Everett

Nicknames:
Link

Age:
20

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Heterosexual

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Face Claim
Christian Bale

Dialogue Color
Peru

In Depth Appearance
Lincoln Everett is attractive. It's possible that Lincoln could be more attractive. However that would require him to clean up his appearance, something he would do. Much to the chargin of his parents, Lincoln is incredibly scruffy. His dark hair is constantly tousled, giving the appearance that he just rolled out of bed. His eyes are brown, however in some lights they look grey, and his eyebrows are thick. On the outer corner of his right eye he has a mole. His large forehead is usually covered by his fringe. He stands tall at 6"1', though his shoulders are slight for his height and his arms are thin.

His jawline slopes down to a point, and his chin (like his forehead) is oddly large. He has attempted to grow a beard many times, but has never gotten past having little patches of stubble. His nose is very slightly hooked, with bulbous tip that slightly resembles beak. His mouth is incredibly thin, set in a slight frown, even though he is prone to smiling. On his upper right arm he has a tattoo of the Jedi Order symbol.

His style is very grungy, he likes to wear a lot of flannel and it is rare to see him without a beanie hat, even in the summer.

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Habits//Quirks//Oddities

- Chain smoker
- Rubs knuckles together when thinking
- His left eye twitches when he gets angry

Hobbies
- Playing poker
- Drawing
- Sailing
- Making model boats (Don't tell anyone!)

Likes
- Cats
- Mystery novels
- Punk music
- Having a smoke with his father
- Any sci-fi content
- Being near the sea

Dislikes
- When his stuff gets repossessed
- Melodramatic people
- Heights
- Indecisiveness
- Dancing in public

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Personality
ELOQUENT ☆ TRUSTWORTHY ☆ SELF DEPRECATING ☆ CANTANKEROUS

Acid-tounged and bad-tempered, Lincoln doesn't seem like the kind to be well liked by many. Maybe it's his way with words, his strange magnetism, or his laidback aura, but there is something about him that people like. He is not the nicest of people, his insults are acidic and never used sparingly, he seems lazy and frequently fails to see the positive side of things. It seems that he never really got past his angsty, curmudgeonly phase in his teenage years. Despite this, he is often seen smiling and a chilled atmosphere follows him.

Could this be why people genuinely like such a misanthrope? It's not that he dislikes people, but that he likes his people more than he cares to say, so he only tries to be nice to them, but he learnt that if you make a good first impression then people find misanthropy almost charming. He grew up helping his parents practice their lines, and this early exposure to language made him very eloquent from a young age. His sense of humor is very satirical and sardonic, and he is a closet nerd.

His friends know that they can talk to him no matter what, whether they just want to complain about something petty, or reveal their darkest secrets. After having his parents vent to him about each other from an early age, he knows how to listen to people properly and has subsequently become very observant. The advice he gives people is questionable at times, but he's good at making people feel like they're not being judged.

There is a side to him that nobody has seen. He is so confident in front of people that no one could know that he is really insecure. He hates himself. He never learnt how to see the best in himself, only his flaws. Only his grumpiness, his ability to make people feel bad, his pessimsim. How could you like anyone like that, even yourself?

History
Judging from the current state of the Everett family, nobody would ever guess that Lincoln had a surprisingly happy childhood. He would often go to big events with his parents, and grew up around some very interesting people. The most surprising part? His parents were happy too. They were in love, it seemed, and so incredibly happy, darlings of the press. Lincoln grew comfortable with media attention quickly.

It all turned sour when Lincoln turned 7. It was his birthday party, and just as he was going to blow out the candles in his cake there was a knock at the door. He couldn't comprehend what happened next. Some men came in, claiming they came from the bank, and began to take away the coffee table in the living room. That night his parents honestly explained to him what happened: his father couldn't repay his debts, so the bank where allowed to take things to compensate.

Surprisingly, this event only drove Lincoln closer to his father. The next day, he tried to sell his old toys to try and earn some money for the family. That evening, when he gave his father the whole $20 he earned, his mother became furious. In her mind George had set poor little Link up to it. They fought all night. Eventually you get used to it, though it never stops hurting.

He only grew closer to his father over the years. When he turned 16 his father threw him a party whilst his mother was doing a show in NY. That night Lincoln discovered cigarettes and learned to play poker, two vices he proudly indulged in later in life. From that day, Lincoln became closer to his father than anyone else in the world.

He left for university at age 18, his tuition fees payed by funds that family friends scraped together. At uni he slept around, gambles like there was no tomorrow. It was only when he nearly got a girl pregnant in a drunken stupor that he decided to clean up his act. He weaned himself off gambling for money, now he plays for fun, and is trying his hardest not end up in bed anything with legs and find a serious relationship, for fear of becoming his father.

Hell knows how long that will last...

Miscellaneous
He is studying art in university. He hopes to become a cartoonist one day, like his idol Scott Adams.
He draws cartoons for the local news publication in Rosefell. All the character are obvious parodies of people he knows, which he acknowledges but has never outright confirmed. He is awaiting being accused of libel with glee.

{Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ} Rᴏsᴇꜰᴇʟʟ - A Cᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ Aɢᴇ Sᴛᴏʀʏ

@Hushed Whispers Hey! I would like to call dibs on the older Everett brother. FC will be Stephen Dorff (waaaaaay back in the 90's), dialogue colour will be Peru.

Coming of age, teen and family drama! Oh, my!

Hey! Can I please call dibs on the older Everett brother?

Creating Our Own Lives; A Road Trip, Slice of Life Roleplay!

Well, now Johnny's free for anyone to force their inane conversation upon him *ahem* interact with him.

I write too goddam fast.

Creating Our Own Lives; A Road Trip, Slice of Life Roleplay!

Johnny Baxter

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Johnny made up his mind that, if he really was going to pull through and attend the party, he would get dressed up. That being said, he was far too lazy to actually get a different outfit, instead opting to take of his tie and undo the top two buttons of his shirt. He hid the tie and his camera in the base of a tree near the lake. He had put in a strongbox in the tree a few years ago, so he could hide his stuff when necessary. The box held all his memories for him, so they could stay fresh for longer. So he could make the past better, and deny himself the worst part of his formative years.

His reverie was disturbed by the sound of a car horn. Must be his ride. He quickly buried the box, and hurried over to Sammi's car. He peered down at her phone through the window, briefly, secretly amused at being called a surprise. It was rare that he frequented this kind of event, so maybe surprise was the best word. He knocked his knuckles against the glass, signalling for her to open the door.

"Good evening." He said, climbing into the passenger seat. "Let's see what you have in store for me, then." He was never a fan of surprises, and his voice was laced with sarcasm. He cautiously took her phone, listening to her offer. As soon as his finger hit the play button, it seemed that she was off in her own world. He desperately tried to suppress a smile, resorting to cover his mouth with his hand. That song itself wasn't too bad. When she asked him what he thought, he could help himself from chuckling a little.

"Hmm, I don't really know. Maybe I was distracted by the one-woman concert beside me. You could have told me this ride came with a free show, I would have brought popcorn." He took a moment to regain his composure, removing his hand, taking a breath. "In all seriousness, it wasn't bad. I mean, some of the choruses were awkward as hell, but it wasn't egregious torture. And, I know we've probably been through this, but you still have a great voice. I think I've told you that before, though."

He let a silence fall, unaware of how to continue the conversation. No matter who he was talking to, it seemed that he really didn't know any social cues. Maybe he should do the popular thing: get blackout drunk and learn social cues from that. But he needed to make an effort while he was still sober. His mind was racing, coming up with things to say: Comment on the trip tomorrow; talk about graduation; complain about parties; tell her she looks nice (no, don't do that, you'll only end up looking like a-

"You look pretty tonight, by the way. I really should film you sometime."

IDIOT!

He began silently cursing himself. He probably sounded like a creeper, or some lonely nerd. Or maybe he sounded insincere. He quickly apologised without skipping a beat. "Oh, god, did that sound weird? That sounded really weird, didn't it? So sorry." Nope, that just made it worse. He quickly shut up, afraid that he now looked like an idiot to one of the few people he liked. He looked out the window, his eyes glued to the sky, his face turning red.

As soon as they arrived at Avery's house, he practically leapt out the car door, determined to atone for being an imbecile. He walked quickly around the car, opening Sammi's door for her. "I take it you'll have fun without me. I'm not good at parties." He began to stalk off into the garden, turning around suddenly to add "I can walk home tonight, if it's convenient. Tell me later. I'll be seeing you!"

He moved swiftly into the garden, sitting on the porch. Technically, he was now attending a party, but that didn't mean he had to actually do any partying. Damn, say what you want about Avery Henderson, but his porch was comfortable.