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What's poppin bitch bois, welcome to the fun-zone.

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In Flatmates 11 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Micah
"Yours or mine?"
He asks sarcastically, lifting her up in his arms and walking to her bedroom, setting her down gently on the bed.
I'm kinda waiting on the GM to decide whether or not we open the door.
In Flatmates 11 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Micah
"Anything I can do to help?"
He asked with a playful half-smirk, taking his glass and finishing it off, then screwing on the lid of the whiskey, knowing his limit.
So who is Micah Paired off with?
In Flatmates 11 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Micah
He smiled up at her gently, then moved back so he was sitting up again.
"You ok? Looks like you've had a couple drinks too many."
In Flatmates 11 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Micah
He chuckled softly, watching her balance fade away.
"I'm not much a fan of shots, I'd prefer a nice glass any day."
Micah Stubbe of Azaroth

He awoke slowly, his eyes opening slightly before closing them again slowly, only to open them once more. Turning his head to the side,he looked at the glowing red colors of the alarm clock next to his bed, resting on a wooden nightstand, it read 7:58. Sitting up slowly, he stretched his bare body in the warm sunlight that was beaming through his window, and pivoted, his feet now hanging off the bed. Standing up, he took several lazy steps into the bathroom adjacent to his bedroom, and turned on the shower. After Looking in the mirror for any blemishes, he opened his medicine cabinet from behind a side mirror, and opened and removed several pills from several bottles, tossing them all in his mouth at once, and using his hands as a cup for the tap water, he swallowed them quickly. Following his usual routine, he grabbed his contact case and opened the sides, one at a time, as he inserted his contacts. After slipping out of his nightwear, he stepped in his shower, and cleaned himself.

After his shower, he began drying his hair with a blow-drier, then straightened and styled the natural waves of his hair into something more befitting of a prince. After he was satisfied, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped back into his bedroom. Walking to his closet, he pulled a pair of boxer-briefs from the top shelf, and let the towel drop, then slide the boxers up his legs and positioned them at his waist. He then grabbed a pair of black socks from their place on the shelf, and slid into those as well. Finally, he opened the top drawer of his nightstand, and pulled out his Hades Mechanical Mod Clone, equipped with the PlumeVeil RDA, and a bottle of coffee flavored vegetable glycerin; wetted the cotton in his RDA, and took a deep long inhale on the vape, and blowing out a sizable cloud. After the completion of his morning routine, he dressed himself in the dark green tuxedo he had prepared the day before, and went down to the car that was waiting for him outside.

He watched the trees as the hills and forests of his folkish country rolled by, smiling and waving at the occasional group of children that stood in awe as the royal families car passed them by. Despite the wealth of his country, it's inhabitants were all incredibly humble and friendly. Given that it was a rather small country, word traveled quickly, and people had known for week sthat their generous prince was off for several months, and expected to return with a bride, much to the dismay of the local girls, who almost all had a crush on him from one degree to another. His nation had been at peace for a few decades, and the effects of it were clear in the lazy, happy attitudes of it's people. Several hours After the trees and humble hills had faded, he arrived in the extravagant land he had never fond himself found of, those his father was exuberant every time they entered it's borders. Shortly after, they found themselves in front of the castle that Micah had refereed to as a "powerful man's compensation." Stepping out of the car, he straightened his suit, and walked inside...
In Flatmates 11 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Micah
"You know, how people will chase a shot with something smoother so it doesn't burn as much, like chasing Jack with coke."
He said with a lopsided smile, looking at her quizzically.
Azaroth


"Blue, green, grey, white, or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; that ocean is not silent."-H.P. Lovecraft


Micah Joel Stubbe


Nickname:
Micah, he isn't the type for broad Nicknames, but he appreciates personalized ones.

Birth date and age:
November, 21, 17.

Sexuality:
Panasexual

In Depth Appearance:

At 6'2, he is a large and heavy set man, Weighing in at 285 pounds of Functional Muscle, he is definitely the warrior prince trope. With his peculiar, but classy hairstyle and beard, he stands out in a crowd, especially with the 9/16th size gauged ears, he mixes modern with conventional appearance very well.

Personality:
• Quiet• Kind • Conscientious •

ISFJ - The Nurturer
Can be depended on to follow through. Usually puts the needs of others above their own needs. Stable and practical, they value security and traditions. Well-developed sense of space and function. Rich inner world of observations about people. Extremely perceptive of other's feelings. Interested in serving others.

Likes:
  • Making people feel better about themselves.
  • Animals, Rats in particular.
  • Very into Vaping.
  • Enjoys World History
  • Social Equality


Dislikes:
  • Bigotry
  • Dishonesty
  • Confrontation
  • Extroversion
  • Heat


Fears:
  • Snakes
  • Night Terrors
  • Hypothermia


Biography:
Being born into royalty, he grew up being pampered and comfortable, but quickly learned sympathy for people with less fortunate circumstances, and involved himself promptly in charity work. At the age of about 6, he began to face violent night terrors and could hardly sleep, whenever he did would only end in him waking with panic attacks. His parents then funded for a dream suppressing medication, that silenced any form of dreaming, including night-terrors. The medication was then mass produced and sold for .06 cents a dosage, making it highly affordable for anyone to obtain for usage.
"Open It."
He commanded quietly from the entry way to the living room, a baseball bat hanging limply from his hand. Despite his size, he was capable of moving rather quietly when he wanted to, so the others likely hadn't heard him come out to see the door, leave, then return with a wooden baseball bat he kept by his bedside. He slept in a simple attire, a pair of boxers and a white beater, which he was clad in now, shoeless, he readied the bat in his hands as he approached the door slowly, waiting for someone to swing it open. As he moved forward, he quickly soaked in the size of the door, and knew in his heart that it was impossible for it to lead anywhere, but he also assumed he was dreaming, so anything could happen, Right?
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