Hair Color: #262626 with peppered gray on the sides of his head
Skin Color: Ref photo (Laughs he wishes he still looked like this)
Ethnicity: 1st generation American-born Chinese
Handle: (Trollian) audaciousArbiter
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If I have to do this I can, but I'm rather strapped for time right now;;
OOC INFORMATION (PRIVATE):
Name/Nickname: Chai
Skype Name: REDACTED
Age: 18+
Pronouns: She/her
Triggers: None
Other Info: Nothin too terribly serious, though I will be on a semihiatus due to real life ordeals. Activity will skyrocket after about May 15th though, when my schedule frees up.
Age: 23 [Though willing to change to fit better with the other alpha kids]
Weight: 165lbs
Build: The best way to accurately describe him would be this!
Height: 6'0''
Eye Color: They'd be a lovely forest green.
Hair Color: A dark brown, almost black.
Skin Color: Tan. See photo for body build for reference.
Ethnicity: He'd be an islander. Probably a mix of native american.
Handle: pistolwhippingGent
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Not many men knew how to do the under workings of the great outdoors quite like you. Really, you were a man with the soul of the wild, seeing as how you lived in it long enough to hunt and pillage on your own. When it came down to the nitty gritty, taking up a fistycuff with a bear can really keep one in shape! Though for the long run learning to cope with being alone did the most good.
That aside, you find yourself wiping the beaded sweat from your forehead as you gaze out over the open wild from the mountains ridge upon stopping. It was a beauty, one that'd always take your breath away. With a grin on your face you give a sigh at the splendor, twisting your wrist so your walking stick in hand would dig into the ground a bit to alleviate your weight as you start walking again.
You had many places to go and see, but for now getting to the other side of this ride and setting up camp for the night will do. After all, sleep and rest were key in staying ready for any adventure. "Perhaps I'll find some fish at a nearby river to scurry up to fill my gut. I'm famished!" You say to yourself. Speaking aloud even with no one accompanying you helped to keep yourself company, despite how loony it made you seem.
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Thank you very much! We're happy to add you as our Jake English. Please be sure to follow all members of the timeline! Have a nice day.
Age: all i had going for this was more than 18, i can be flexible.
Weight: 180-190lb
Build: not quite a bara, but close. strong arms, some pudge. ok, maybe my johns are bara. i can live with this.
Height: 5'11"
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Ethnicity: very white.
Handle: embellishedBookworm on pesterchum.
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You've been living your life for a long time now. It is definitely a life. Lives are hard. You never really imagined having a life would be hard, but you spent so much time not having one that when you got it back, you barely knew what to do with your life. There was one thing you did know, that you needed to go to college. You had such a handicap, though. It was that whole not having a life thing.
But you weren't going to let that stop you. Honestly, you wanted a life. You wanted to do what normal people did, and when you got that second chance, you took it. That didn't mean you didn't do it in your own odd way, though. You couldn't stop being you no matter what happened.
And it was nice.
Having a normal life, you could forget it all. Did it even really happen in the first place?
Skin Color: Very slight tan. (i couldn't find a picture that i liked jfc)
Ethnicity: Latino/Italian
Handle: gospelPreachings
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The office is mostly quiet, other than the ticking of the clock on your wall. You have been thinking about what you might get for lunch when it came time for your break. Soup? Maybe a sandwich? You weren't too sure at this point, but you had better things to worry about anyhow, like your clients and how they were doing. You were pleased to see improvement in the mental health of most of your clients, but of course, there were some that needed more time, more coaxing into loving themselves, which, in your opinion, was the first step in bettering ones self.
You were pretty bad at taking your own advice though, merely pretending that you were accepting and loving of yourself. It made things easier, and it made you seem more professional, or so you think. In all honesty you sort of just wanted to go home and watch your collection of Studio Ghibli movies and just sort of dissapear. But after so long, you've grown a bit stronger, even after all the things that have happened to you in the past. But that dosn't matter right now.
Hair Color: lani i know you only did this to annoy me he's fucking platinum blonde
Skin Color: okay this is actual a legitimate thing so in my headcanon he has tan skin but not v dark http://25.media.tumblr.com/2d1ef9e604057693ab423a05b48c5b9f/tumblr_mgfm1eyzCq1s2yoc5o1_400.jpg
Ethnicity: weaboo[caucasian]
Handle: N/A but I have pesterchum and could easily get a new handle
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You stare down at your hands in annoyance before making quick glances at the object of your contempt. There she is. Just sitting there. What a nerd. This has been your third therapy session and so far nothing has happened but staring, conjecture, and the most obnoxious nails on a chalkboard laugh you have ever heard. Seriously that kind of shit could make Rebecca Black scream in pain.
She continues to carefully watch the ticks of your jaw and you can almost feel her fucking blindness penetrating your shades and even your soul. What the hell is this. You came here to complain to someone about problems you didn't think you actually had not discover real literal problems. This is fucked up.
You're fucked up.
The longer you sit here the more her gaze is telling you things. 'You're worrying too much' or 'You shouldn't feel so guilty' or 'You really are a giant otaku loser aren't you'. You slowly begin to realize that this is probably how therapy with her actually works. Yup. That's it. She just fucking stares at you until you resolve your own fucking problems and you pay her three hundred an hour for her to do it. This is fucked up.
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