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6 yrs ago
Current This is 'Chicogal' if anyone remembers me - new name :)
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6 yrs ago
Maybe I'm back...
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9 yrs ago
Goodnight, travel well.
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Mainly 1x1s these days.

My former username was Chicogal.

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Copen rocketed up from his lazy position, into straight-backed sitting on the edge of the bed. Aha, here was one of his room-mates. They were three, for whatever reason. There probably hadn't been another person for one of them. Ah, no matter to him - the more, the merrier. Besides, their room was slightly larger than the others, and that suited him just fine. With a white grin, he stood up and sauntered over to his new room-mate. He was sort of normal looking. Average. Shorter than him, perhaps a little rough around the edges. He'd known that this place would be full of delinquents. But he'd reduced a man to a brain-damaged person lying in a bed. He was just as much of a delinquent as any of them.

Copen was determined to at least be on good terms with his room-mates. He offered a hand to the boy, concentrating on not having a firm grip. It would hopefully come across as normal, if a little strong. He hoped. "Hallo, I'm Copen," he greeted him. "We're meant to have another in here. Either Victor or Rowan, depending on who you are." He glanced at the door. "Perhaps they are lost..."

@ZombieDude101
Lol he was actually an OC from a Hetalia roleplay, and he was indeed Copenhagen. p:

Name: Copen Thorsen

Age: 21

Appearance:



Copen is quite an attractive young man. He is tall at 6’2”, and lithely muscular. His skin is pale and free from blemishes. He has honey-blond hair that sticks up in points when not styled (which takes him a bit of time; he’s fairly vain) and navy blue eyes. His eyebrows and eyelashes are a slightly darker shade of blond. Copen is European (Danish), and his features are sharp in his longer-than-average face. His nose is straight, with no bend to it, and his pale pink lips are thin. He has a sharp jawline that is slightly squared. Copen’s best feature is probably his smile – not necessarily because his teeth are white, but due to its easygoing nature appearance that matches his. His preferred sense of fashion is a little older than him, and he has a preference for dark jeans and button-up shirts with desert boots. He carries himself slightly stiffly, with a straight back and purposeful stride.

Height: 6,2”

Weight: 65kg

Likes: Beer, ladies, dancing, light-hearted people, fish, cycling

Dislikes: Sobriety (in both ways), quiet, litter

Party Trick: “You think I can’t beat you in a drinking competition? Hah!”

Profession: Waiter in Danish restaurant on Shine Street

Bio/Personality: Copen is ever-happy and ever-smiling. It is rather difficult to get him down in the dumps. He is a rather free soul, usually leaping from one woman to the next – he’s quite the ladies’ man. He doesn’t intend to break hearts; he simply gets distracted (this is true in other parts of his life as well). He’s quite flirtatious and charming; with a quick smile that crinkles the corners of his deep blue eyes. Copen is a lover of parties and alcohol, and is very loud. He speaks Japanese with a Danish accent.
Copen grew up in Denmark in an upper class family, unsure of what he wanted to do one day. However, he knew that he wanted to visit Japan someday - he was fascinated by the country. He went to an international school that offered Japanese, and took extra classes. He studied at university to become fluent, and moved to Japan for a gap year or two while working in a Danish restaurant. Copen still isn't sure of what he wants to do with the rest of his life and is still 'finding' himself.
I fixed it, please have a look ^^
Hi there! I'd like to submit my character sheet. :D

Name: Copen Thorsen

Age: 21

Appearance:



Copen is quite an attractive young man. He is tall at 6’2”, and lithely muscular. His skin is pale and free from blemishes. He has honey-blond hair that sticks up in points when not styled (which takes him a bit of time; he’s fairly vain) and navy blue eyes. His eyebrows and eyelashes are a slightly darker shade of blond. Copen is European (Danish), and his features are sharp in his longer-than-average face. His nose is straight, with no bend to it, and his pale pink lips are thin. He has a sharp jawline that is slightly squared. Copen’s best feature is probably his smile – not necessarily because his teeth are white, but due to its easygoing nature appearance that matches his. His preferred sense of fashion is a little older than him, and he has a preference for dark jeans and button-up shirts with desert boots. He carries himself slightly stiffly, with a straight back and purposeful stride.

Height: 6,2”

Weight: 65kg

Likes: Beer, ladies, dancing, light-hearted people, fish, cycling

Dislikes: Sobriety (in both ways), quiet, litter

Party Trick: “You think I can’t beat you in a drinking competition? Hah!”

Profession: Waiter in Danish restaurant on Shine Street

Bio/Personality: Copen is ever-happy and ever-smiling. It is rather difficult to get him down in the dumps. He is a rather free soul, usually leaping from one woman to the next – he’s quite the ladies’ man. He doesn’t intend to break hearts; he simply gets distracted (this is true in other parts of his life as well). He’s quite flirtatious and charming; with a quick smile that crinkles the corners of his deep blue eyes. Copen is a lover of parties and alcohol, and is very loud. He speaks Japanese with a Danish accent.
Copen grew up in Denmark in an upper class family, unsure of what he wanted to do one day. However, he knew that he wanted to visit Japan someday - he was fascinated by the country. He went to an international school that offered Japanese, and took extra classes. He studied at university to become fluent, and moved to Japan for a gap year or two while working in a Danish restaurant. Copen still isn't sure of what he wants to do with the rest of his life and is still 'finding' himself.
Pfft I have so much bloody muse for this RP, but no-one posts. ._.

Maybe I'll make another character? Perhaps a girl...
"Well, we're here now. No more seasickness, ja?"

Copen turned away from the rough boy, nodding at her invitation. He felt slightly guilty about the boy's state, but they needed to get off this boat. He was slightly excited about what laid ahead; but also a bit apprehensive. He was scared of his own strength - he'd seen the look on Wendy's face. Hoping that this place would offer him a solution other than preventing his powers - regeneration was pretty useful after all - he walked beside Wendy off the boat. The boy didn't really see it as anything more than accompanying a stranger. A nice stranger. He stuck his hands in the pockets of the black coat he wore over his striped button-up shirt.

They were lead through into a beautiful garden, and Copen's jaw dropped slightly. He took a seat on one of the many seats at the front, composing himself as he saw the Head Mistress. She looked like a powerful woman. It was cold here, but so beautiful - he'd visited the Black Forest once, in winter. This place certainly could compete. He might feel sort of at-home here. Crossing his arms, he listened respectfully to her words. So, no sexual relations? Well, he could probably deal with that... He could be flirtatious, and he loved women, but he was mostly here to get his powers under control anyway. He'd probably only hurt a girl if he got too close.

Copen rose when she was finished, following the indicators given to them. The scents of the kitchen were glorious, and he looked at the other people inside curiously as he walked past. His purposeful stride lead him to the front of the line, and he peered down at the harassed-looking secretary. "Hello," he greeted her. With one or two words later, he was told of his room-mate and given his luggage. Copen had two large suitcases in each hand as he followed the staff member assigned to lead him. His room-mate was a boy named Victor. He called a loud, "See you later!" to Wendy before heading around a corner.

Wondering idly whether he'd get along with Victor, he beamed at the staff member as they entered the room. "Thank you!" he boomed, throwing his suitcases on the bed. The piece of furniture creaked ominously with the force of his throw, but it held true. At a second look, the frame was metal - probably a good idea. He flopped down with a soft sigh, glad to finally be at the school.
Copen was a little overjoyed when the girl was receptive to his advance. He was an excitable fellow, and new friends were no reason for sombreness. He peered at the photos on the small screen, cupping his hand around it so that they were more clear. She was pretty good at it, he supposed - but he didn't know that much about photograph, to be honest. He straightened, nodding at her explanation. The boy flashed his signature grin, voice a little louder than most people's.

"Ah, ja? I like your photos!" he said. "They are good. It's nice to meet you, Wendy. I am Copen." Instinctively, he started to offer his hand to her as he'd been brought up to do - but then hesitated. Guys at least tried to return a firm handshake. Girls probably wouldn't expect such a strong grip. He awkwardly closed his hand into a fist, putting it back by his side. "I came here by myself," he continued, feeling a little guilty about being so rude.

A sudden retching caught his attention. His expression changing to that of curiosity and concern, he peered around Wendy and toward the figure - a boy, seemingly Mexican or something. He wasn't looking too great. Copen had a soft heart, and he frowned as he took a step forward.

"Hey, are you okay? I can help you back inside, or call somebody..."

@Heathen @Mr Allen J
pfft guys I'd better mention my timezone is GMT+2, which means it's 8:20am here. So I'll probably be on at different times to those in the States (which I'm going to make a random guess, is in the majority).

Anyway; I gotta head to work now, so will post later. ^^

~Copen~

Copen was leaning on the railing of the top deck, feeling the wind gently lift pieces of his honey-blond hair. The trip here had been pretty calm, despite the fact that they were a whole lot of powered teenagers stuck in a metal tin on the sea. Honestly, he was slightly surprised. The boat itself wasn’t really what he was used to. It was nice enough, but not like his father’s yacht that he’d slept on many a summer’s night. He glanced down at the people milling about below. He was quite a friendly, outgoing person, and yet, he hadn’t taken the steps to make any new friends yet. That was probably partially due to the fact that he’d stayed holed up for most of the trip so far, a little afraid of what was coming his way. He was a bit of a coward, to be honest.

But now he was ready to meet new people. He pushed himself away from the railing, and headed down the stairs. It took him around the back end of the boat, and he saw a girl with a camera walking his way. Her face was young, but she was quite tall. Copen had heard that there were some very young kids joining the academy – he didn’t entirely feel comfortable about it, 10 year-olds learning how to fight or whatever they taught here. But she wasn’t that young – not at all. Probably around a year or two younger than him, he was guessing. And although not particularly striking, she looked friendly enough; which was more than he could say about some terrible piece of work that had scowled at him in the corridor…

“Hey,” he greeted her. “What are you taking pictures of?”

He’d once been self-conscious of his strong German accent, but had eventually grown out of it. After all, it was a part of him – and he spoke perfect English otherwise (most of the time). Some people might have shied away from randomly greeting people and asking questions. He didn’t. After all, how else could he make new friends?

@Mr Allen J
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