( michiel huisman + cis male ) — have you seen dominic kuiper? this forty two year old is an emergency room surgeon who resides in manhattan. he has been living in nyc for four years, and is known to be observant and driven, but can also be disconnected and cold, if you cross them. people tend to associate them with dog tags and an adrenaline rush. @codstarters
triggers for military, car accident
general information.
full name: dominic joël kuiper.
handle: dom, doc, coop.
title: doctor.
age: 42.
date of birth: july 8th, 1978.
place of birth: manhattan, new york.
zodiac: cancer.
gender: cis male.
nationality: dutch-american.
religion: agnostic.
orientation: heteroromantic heterosexual.
relationship status: single.
physical attributes.
face claim: michiel huisman.
height: 6'0.5″.
weight: 180 lbs.
hair color: brown.
eye color: hazel.
tattoos: a tattoo of his marine battalion (2nd battalion, 1st marines) on his upper right forearm.
distinguishing marks: various scars and marks from his years of service.
outfit/clothing style: mostly scrubs because of work, otherwise casual attire - jeans, t-shirts and loose button-down shirts over them with boots.
background information.
hometown: manhattan, new york.
current residence: manhattan, new york.
past residences: various, as he was deployed for most of his military career.
spoken languages: dutch, english, french.
financial status: lower-upper class.
education level: high school diploma, then military education. coop got his doctorates through the us navy.
organization: navy hospital corpsman (formerly), marine combat medic (retired), manhattan general emergency room surgeon (present).
moral alignment: lawful neutral.
mbti: estj-t - the executive.
enneagram: type 1: the perfectionist.
temperament: choleric.
short biography.
born in manhattan, new york to two lower-upper class parents. dominic was never one for wanting in his life, never went needing, and was always well-cared for. attended public school and graduated high school in the top three of his class.
small family - just mom, dad, himself and his younger sister nora - six years his junior. dom has always gotten along with his family and always felt protective over nora, but not overbearing.
enlisted in the navy right out of high school. rolled through basic, then transferred to san antonio, texas where he went through his training as a hospital corpsman. dom excelled in high-stress situations and quickly became a combat medic, following his interests into the marines where he found he could be of a better use than a submarine.
served in the marines 2nd battalion for most of his life. has been deployed a handful of times throughout his career and retired from active duty 6 years ago. (he is still reserves, though, and can be called back any time they need him).
became a member of doctors without borders (médicins sans frontéres) between deployments. served time in a handful of countries helping wherever he could. upon his official retirement from active duty, dom spent two years in europe with doctors without borders before returning home, to the states.
lost his sister in a car accident 4 years ago. he was completely heartbroken an still refuses to acknowledge her loss appropriately.
received his doctorates through the military, took a job at manhattan general in the emergency room as a surgeon upon coming back home.
last name is pronounced cooper - it’s dutch. his first language was dutch, he learned english in school.
will respond to: dom, doc, coop.
potential connections.
best friend: someone he connected with (be it from when he lived in ny in his life or not and kept connections to throughout his time in the service or someone he met when he came home) and spends a good portion of his time with when he’s not working or on-call.
coworkers: hospitals have a vast staff of doctors, nurses, etc. people he sees every day.
flings: 30+ please. not serious romantic connections. a man has needs. these would likely be one-off’s ---one night stands.
neighbors: he lives in a nice apartment in manhattan. big $$$ from working where he does, and having money from his family.
i’m open to various other connections, these are just some ideas!
Name: Aleksander Hendriks.
Age/DoB: 40 / August 3rd.
Occupation: Homicide Detective.
Sexuality: Heteromantic Heterosexual.
Nationality: Dutch-American.
Languages Spoken: Dutch, English.
Hair Color: Dark Brown.
Eye Color: Hazel, favoring greys and greens.
Height: 6′0″.
Build: Athletic - lean muscle.
triggers for death, car accident
biography.
Born to Dutch-immigrant parents in Chicago, Illinois, Aleksander saw a relatively unremarkable childhood into a relatively unremarkable adulthood. His father, a detective on the police force, instilled a strong moral compass into his only child and ensured that Aleksander would always have a strong sense of right from wrong - even if he didn’t quite see things in black and white. His mother, a paramedic, lent her knowledge of keeping calm under high-pressure situations to her son and it was only assured that Aleks would grow up with with a level head and an incredibly calm disposition.
He chased his father’s dreams into law enforcement, attaining a bachelor’s degree in criminal justice before becoming a police officer with the Chicago Police Department ---always careful not to let his father’s prestige step in on his own experience or consideration. Aleks worked hard to gain his experience, to earn his recommendation for promotion by twenty-seven, and to make waves as a successful homicide detective. His father was never more proud of a man than he was of his son - and it showed.
Aleks met his wife in college, a slow courtship that came from a slight bit of social anxiety on his behalf. She was incredibly, intelligent, and compassionate in every sense of the word - the love of his life, he’ll attest to this day. Nora was his better half, patient to the fullest, and stood by Aleks’ side throughout each step of his career, while furthering her own. A defense attorney, Aleks and Nora often conversed about their individual case loads over dinner, and every step of their relationship fell into place quite naturally. Dating since Aleks was 22, they were engaged when he was 25 and married a year thereafter. Aleks’ daughter, Vera, was born two years later ---the apple of his eye.
Life was good for the Hendriks family for a long while. Busy family life, a happy home, and always something to do together made the recipe for a man who never believed he’d be as placid as he was. But of course, nothing good lasts forever. Be it the danger of his own job or even the danger of Nora’s, Aleks met tragedy two years ago when his wife and daughter were killed in a car accident. Initially believing it was an accident, later evidence suggested there was criminal involvement. Aleks walked away injured but alive where his daughter and wife weren’t so lucky. After some months of recovery, he posted his transfer request to the Chicago Police Department and moved to San Amore after accepting a job there, leaving his life behind.
It’s been two years since he left his home and uprooted himself. Plagued by grief but almost entirely choosing to ignore it, Aleks is driven and incredibly dedicated to his work, even if it is much slower here than it ever was back home. He keeps himself busy, though attends mandatory therapy sessions (as mandated by work, to ensure he’s stable enough to keep on active duty) where he attempts to avoid addressing his trauma. Aleks still wears his wedding ring despite the loss of his wife, and has almost entirely withdrawn himself from any former hobby or interest in the flavor of keeping his nose to the ground and working continuously.
tidbits.
---The lead detective on Rose Sondersby/Nina Mikkelson’s case. Aleksander took the initial call 8 years ago and has followed with it since then. He took point and directed the initial witness protection case worker to follow her out to San Amore, and has since taken the reigns back upon moving there himself.
---Conceal carries at all times, somewhere on his person. He also always has his badge on him.
---Spoke Dutch solely until kindergarten, where he learned English in school. The same held partially true for his daughter: Vera learned Dutch alongside English as a child and spoke both fluently.
---Has a tattoo of his daughter’s date of birth on the inside of his right forearm, beneath his elbow, in roman numerals: VI.XII.MMVIII (this is his only tattoo).
---Has a pet cat he adopted a year ago: an American Maine Coon he’s affectionately named Jimmy.
---Still wears his wedding ring, though holds to Dutch traditions: he wears it on his right hand ring finger, and always has.
connections.
---( MICHIEL HUISMAN ) ALEKSANDER HENDRIKS is searching for THEIR THERAPIST with the following suggestions of UTP. You DON’T have to contact the player prior.
---( MICHIEL HUISMAN ) ALEKSANDER HENDRIKS is searching for THEIR BEST FRIEND with the following suggestions of UTP. You DON’T have to contact the player prior.
---( MICHIEL HUISMAN ) ALEKSANDER HENDRIKS is searching for THEIR WORK PARTNER with the following suggestions of UTP. You DON’T have to contact the player prior.
*I am always, 100% open to discussing more connections for Aleksander. He’s been a resident of San Amore for two years, and I am sure we can otherwise work out any form of connection you might have in mind!
( ben barnes + cis male ) — have you seen charles greco ? this thirty-eight year old is a personal financer who resides in manhattan. he has been living in nyc for thirty-eight years, and is known to be charming and confident, but can also be conniving and arrogant, if you cross them. people tend to associate them with beaten italian leather boots and smiles that never meet his eyes. @codstarters
triggers for neglect, drug use, gambling, & personality disorders.
general information.
full name: charles greco.
handle: charlie.
title: n/a.
age: 38.
date of birth: november 12, 1983.
place of birth: manhattan, new york.
zodiac: scorpio.
gender: cis male.
nationality: italian-american.
religion: atheist.
orientation: greyromantic heterosexual.
relationship status: single.
physical attributes.
face claim: ben barnes.
height: 6'1″.
weight: 170 lbs.
hair color: dark brown.
eye color: dark brown.
tattoos: none.
distinguishing marks: deep brown eyes.
outfit/clothing style: beaten boots, expensive jeans, dark shirts, worn leather, fitted suits.
background information.
hometown: manhattan, new york.
current residence: manhattan, new york.
past residences: manhattan, new york.
spoken languages: english, italian, german, russian.
financial status: upper class.
education level: college graduate.
organization: potential illegal ties.
familial information.
mother: alessia greco.
father: unknown.
siblings: none.
children: possibly a few bastard children.
personality.
moral alignment: chaotic neutral.
mbti: estp-a - the entrepreneur.
enneagram: type 9: the peacemaker.
temperament: choleric.
biography.
one thing was incredibly clear to charlie greco from the moment he could comprehend the hand that life had dealt him: nothing would come easy, and nothing would be worth the time if it was.
his mother always had the means of making a decent living for her son and herself, but squandered all of her earnings on selfish means instead. she was certainly a beautiful woman: alluring both physically and with a wit sharp as a blade’s edge, but all of her attention had always been selfish. surely it was habit taught to her from a young age, something she never bothered to break before she involved herself in other human interactions. but it was likely her beauty and charm that had seduced the man who impregnated her, and the likes of his name were never so much as whispered around offspring. charlie has never known the man’s name.
babies should be a joyous occasion, and yet alessia greco found a way to make it entirely self-involved. her body had to bear the pain, her child was what made everyone so pleased, her creation. anyone who dared to involve themselves in the mess of his mother’s life was sure to see how narcissistic the beautiful italy born-and-bred woman was, and yet no one pressed a finger onto the issue.
but such is the way of the world, so often are children abandoned to their fates.
he was a beautiful baby, but grew to be an awkward toddler, an awkward little boy. alessia made no attempt to hide her disgust at how her creation could be so gangly and ungainly, could stow away for hours with quiet toys that suggested knowledge more than play with other children. but perhaps that was for the better — she couldn’t very well brag and show up with something like him, her offerings would be meager in comparison to children who were the spitting images of their beautiful parents. simple genetics, the awkward transitional period of a child, were held against a child who knew nothing of the world or such disgust from his mother. charlie was six, and alessia greco was the love of his life. all mothers should be, for little boys.
but as he grew older, as his awareness developed, and as the blinders fell from his eyes charlie became aware of his mother’s feelings. while he was utterly devoted to her, drew pictures of her at school or told stories about my mom and me, she was ashamed of his too-long legs and chubby cheeks. his loss of innocence came across the dinner table (boxed macaroni and cheese again, so mom could go out again for the night), when he told her “i love you, mommy” and alessia heaved a sigh and responded with a purfunctory, “yea.”
grades meant nothing. educational achievements meant nothing. unconditional love from a child meant nothing, and charlie began to realize that if he wanted something more than boxed macaroni and cheese for dinner every night (if alessia even bothered to make it) he would have to get it himself. however it wasn’t as simple as taking it — simply taking things earned him a swift but stern slap across the face and if he hadn’t learned in his younger years, charlie surely understood alessia’s feelings with those.
he learned his charm from her, but it wasn’t easy being the odd child he was. still, with a desire to achieve, charlie applied himself to the art of manipulation. he discovered it was simple with the charm of a child: people were more likely to assist if you added a few tears, a little naievety. his teachers began to understand his plight as home as difficult when he spun the yarn of his mother having become deathly ill. his peers found him appealing when he shared goods pilfered or traded from others (without their knowledge for the former), and the reputation he earned himself in his youth formed the personality that perfected at puberty.
while all of these tricks worked outside of the household, charlie never managed to pull the wool over his mother’s eyes. but where unconditional love once stood in tolerance for alessia and her narcissism, now contempt remained. charlie fell out of love with his mother at twelve, and never looked back.
on the summer at the end of his freshman year of high school charlie left an odd-looking boy. in the fall of his sophomore year he returned transformed, as if the summer heat had been a chrysalis and the ugly caterpillar emerged a butterfly. now if you held up a picture of alessia greco beside charlie you could see he was her child, all it took was a shot of growth hormone and the deepening of his voice. abyss-black eyes were the stark difference between the two of them (ignoring the thick black hair that sprouted from his face if he didn’t tame it back to stubble every four or so days), and alessia noted how much she despised the way he stared at her now. it made her skin crawl if only because it seemed as if he was looking through her.
and he was. now he saw her for what she was: a selfish woman who had only wanted him to brag about her own achievements. but he hadn’t been worth bragging about when he was small, and now that he towered over her she wanted him to be seen with him. but charlie refused, perhaps a little too politely for her to understand at first, and it was only in a binge of some substance abuse that he took a stern hand with her. only when she struck him first out of a dead sleep — staring at him for near twenty minutes before lashing out at him. it was the threat of never touch me again that he punctuated so perfectly, threatening to hold back no means to defend himself should she raise another hand at him.
alessia mourned for herself the loss of her baby boy. all that was left was a man who was nothing more than a reminder of her failed relationships throughout the years. you’re just like them. you’re just like them.
but he was nothing like them. perhaps the only similarity being how much he despised her, as they all did in the end.
over-achieving won him an early high school graduation by one year and excellent grades a near free-ride through college. he was always good with numbers, always good at calculations and the choice to step into the mathematical field was easy. alessia was notably absent when he gained his college diploma, if only because charlie couldn’t be bothered to let her know of the date. any by now he’d escaped the clutches of her den and made his own home somewhere on the other side of the city. he was sure he would never purposely cross paths with her, and if they did meet it was purely accidental. purely venomous.
his first steps into the world of banking began the same as any other bland story: a teller whose talent for numbers opened gateways of opportunity. charlie was twenty-two when he was offered the position of personal finance. he was twenty-four when he began taking private, rich clients, and it was only a few months into that position that he met “slick ricky” dimatteo. the meeting wound up more fateful than any singular moment he had with his mother, at least it was opportunistic. silver-tongue and charm allowed for charlie to step into the world of second set of books, illegal numbers … extra money.
now he looked exactly like the son of alessia greco. fine suits, hundred-dollar hair cut, winning smile the smiles never met his eyes — that died in his childhood, with his innocence, but he when he wagged his tongue people listened and were apt to believe the words that oozed from his lips. honest life turned to opulence … he was sure he could have had more if he wanted it, but sitting on the outskirts of a life of real crime was comfortable for him. when he stole away in the middle of the night to confirm the collection of illegal debts owed he kept his own two hands clean (so what if his command got people hospitalized, right?) and charlie prided himself on the ability to forget what he had seen. things are so often lost in the black abyss.
potential connections.
clients: charlie works as a personal financer - he cooks two sets of books. this can either be a legitimate client or one that seeks to make bets or otherwise gamble their money in some form through his other connections.
past flings: 30+ please. charlie is a one and done kind of person. he’s not at all unfamiliar with his needs and has never expressed romantic interest in any of the women he’s slept with.
arm candy: someone who attends high-class events with him. typically someone who understands his humor, and also understands that in the world of money appearances are everything. best suited to someone he’s more friends with than a stranger. (davina yueng).
friends: legitimate or otherwise. if they aren’t connected to his illegal business, they don’t know about it. if they are friends with him through said illegal business, obviously they know. (abby rosen).
i’m open to various other connections, these are just some ideas!
Name: Theodora Donovan.
Age/DoB: 25 / February 8th.
Occupation: Florist / College Student.
Sexuality: Demiromantic Demisexual.
Languages Spoken: English.
Hair Color: Dark Brown.
Eye Color: Light Blue.
Height: 5′3″.
Build: Thin, lithe.
triggers for depression
biography.
There’s not much to speak of for the short life of Theo Donovan. Her father is loving and doting, her aunt an inspiration to be more like as she grows ever older, but there’s always been a sense of longing ... something unfulfilled. It’s that very fact that’s kept Theo back for a while, dilly-dallying on choosing path to walk down in college or even making up the simplest of decisions. The truth is, for as loved and supported as Theo has been in her entire life, she’s always felt as if she was lacking in some fashion, and admitting that has been a difficult process.
She’s not sore for having a single parent - her father’s always been more than she could ever really need in her life. Never left wanting and always with a hot meal for dinner and clothes on her back, Theo struggled with identifying just why it was she felt less-than, so other and outside of herself. Internet culture and a whole generation of people her age that felt it necessary to self-diagnose suggested that she had depression but it was difficult for her to understand why. Surely there were people with harder lives that suffered something like that, it made little to no sense why she would feel the same way when there was nothing for her to rightfully complain about. She struggled quietly with the burden, even allowed it to hold her back from a year in college (something she feels entirely disappointed in herself for) before she could admit to herself that there was something wrong - and subsequently seek help for it.
But she’s always been a quiet girl, just a little strange, though kind and generally good-natured. Her interests have always lay with the darker things in life (the occult, horror films, H.P. Lovecraft mythos in its entirety, ouija boards, and tarot readings ---even if she doesn’t practice any sort of wiccan or pagan culture) which made her decision to ultimately pursue a career in forensic science something to chase. Admittedly her admiration for her aunt certainly held strong sway in that decision - something to do with law enforcement without being an officer of the law outright. It’s something she has passion for, despite being a difficult emotion to express.
At the end of the day she’s simply striving to do herself and her family proud, to do right by them for all of the support and love they’ve always provided. The simplest journey of self-discovery in the easiest attempts to show herself the care she deserves, even if she’s still struggling to believe that she deserves it.
tidbits.
---Has an impressive collection of occult things in her home ranging anywhere from bound volumes of famous horror writer’s works to tarot cards, to witch balls and ouija board paraphernalia, to movie posters and beyond.
---She dresses in a soft gothic style. Less black lipstick and white concealer and more sagged sweaters with the Evil Eye printed on them, military boots and ripped black jeans, and always chipped nail polish.
---Enjoys video games in her spare time.
---Does not have the easiest time reaching out and making friends, but cherishes those she has a close relationship with more than she could properly express. She’s more the quiet observer with a heavy preference on hanging back and watching how others behave in groups.
---Has never had a relationship before (not counting little romances in grade school) because it’s simply not a focus of hers. She champions her studies and hobbies more than becoming intimate with someone.
connections.
---( INDIA EISLEY ) THEODORA DONOVAN is searching for HER BEST FRIEND with the following suggestions of UTP. You DON’T have to contact the player prior.
---( INDIA EISLEY ) THEODORA DONOVAN is searching for THE STUDENT SHE TUTORS with the following suggestions of UTP. You DON’T have to contact the player prior.
*I am always, 100% open to discussing more connections for Theo. She’s been a resident of San Amore for a few years, and I am sure we can otherwise work out any form of connection you might have in mind!
triggers for death, car accident, chronic injury / pain, terminal illness.
biography.
Some people are made cruel by the machinations of their lives - instances that happen that turn a formally kind and compassionate individual into something hardened and thoroughly frigid. Niko Sokolov is not one of those people - he was just born an asshole.
Raised by a strict father (who some might allude to being overbearing, but Niko never quite saw it that way) and a loving mother, there were many pressures settled onto the shoulders of the only Sokolov child. Allusions to some great future in store for him where grades mattered and participation in extracurricular activities meant a padded resume for college applications in the future. He was always kept busy, always behaved when it mattered, but never with his peers. Perhaps it was genetic, or just a bad attitude in general that lead Niko down the road he walked, but his position in life was that of the antagonist, of devil’s advocate. Never a bully in the most dire of senses, Niko allowed sarcasm to drip from him even at an age where that sense of humor was advanced of him - maybe it was learned. Who knew. He was well-liked by his peers despite it (those he didn’t tease) and somehow managed to stay afloat even through the weight he faced at home.
When he was fourteen Niko was involved in a car accident that resulted in the death of his father. It was the first real excuse he had to change, to become something bitter ---even through the consistent pain that would plague him for the rest of his life. After multiple back surgeries and months recovering in the hospital, Niko was discharged and schooled from home for the remained of his freshman year of high school, where physical therapy became the most important staple of his life. Grief stuck to his mother life an invisible parasite, but she managed to carry on for her son, though Nikolai understood that even his physical state added more onto her fragile mental state. He pushed through his recovery, speeding through the process, for her. When he came back in his sophomore year he was almost an entirely different boy: colder, reactive rather than aggressive with his harsh words, which somehow managed to be even more cruel than they ever had been before (where perhaps before he was just teasing in a mean fashion, now they seemed sincere in their desire to injure).
Nikolai withdrew, isolated himself, and soldiered through the rest of high school. He was accepted into his first-choice college and briefly moved away from San Amore when he was 18 to dorm, the dream and desire to become a surgeon the ultimate goal. However 2 years into his schooling his mother was diagnosed with a terminal illness and quickly lost her battle. With no family left and no desire to carry forth, Niko dropped out of college, moved back home, and took care of the estate.
He’s been in San Amore ever since, a staple figure of general malice to anyone who presses the wrong buttons. For the first year home he lived off of his inheritance (or rather, what remained of his parents - and to date he still lives in his family home on Riverside View) before he began working at Cupid’s Chokehold at 21, first as a busboy and later as a bartender. You can still find him there most nights, serving drinks and refusing to play that titular Gym Class Heroes song the bar shares a name with. At 25 he began trade school and became a mechanic, finding employment at a local autoshop once he completed the program.
And so it goes that Nikolai Sokolov, San Amore’s greatest underachiever, still exists within the town - almost haunting it with his sarcasm and dry humor (if you can guess whether or not he’s serious). Everyone knows that you can get a discounted drink on the right nights when he’s working, if the mood suits him, but you don’t ask for it. He’ll just give it, maybe, unless it’s cold and he’s bitter because of his old car accident injury flaring up once again. The life and death of the man with no dream.
tidbits.
---Has 3 cars at all times, though they rotate: an every-day car, a flashier car, and a tuning car.
---Still occasionally attends physical therapy when his injury flares up. He’s notably pissier when this happens, for any number of reasons.
---Major fan of horror flicks. Has a decent collection of everything in the genre, and regularly consumes horror media to scratch the itch.
---No pets, and never had a desire to have children. He’s a non-traditional kind of person: if he did get a pet, it’d likely be a snake or a lizard of some kind.
---Had one somewhat serious relationship in his life, which lasted a little over a year. Otherwise he’s been known to go on short dating spurts, or simply participate in one-night stands.
connections.
---( ARMIE HAMMER ) NIKOLAI SOKOLOV is searching for AN EX GIRLFRIEND (THIS IS NOT GOING TO END ROMANTICALLY) with the following suggestions of ANY FEMALE FC 30-35. You DO have to contact the player prior.
---( ARMIE HAMMER ) NIKOLAI SOKOLOV is searching for COWORKERS AT CUPID’S CHOKEHOLD with the following suggestions of ANY FC. You DO NOT have to contact the player prior.
*I am always, 100% open to discussing more connections for Niko. He’s been a resident of San Amore for thirty five years, and I am sure we can otherwise work out any form of connection you might have in mind!
go to THIS candle site, put in your character’s birthday, and tell their scent and basic description !
january 30th — THE DAY OF THE GOOD OMEN : the children of january 30th find and interpret the symbols of the world
SCENT: a warm base of neroli to invigorate the spirit, with middle notes of lavender + citron, and top notes of spanish sage + sea flowers to bring a sense of spirited tranquility to the assertive, progressive, original souls born on january 30.
TAGGED BY: stole it from @hiddensteel
TAGGING: @potionmastre, @nailedbats, @onlycertainty, @onlyliberty & you?
001. smoking: the action or habit of inhaling & exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug.
002. binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time.
003. drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs.
004. nail-biting: a common body language sign of anxiety / tension.
005. lip-biting: a common body language sign of anxiety / tension.
006. night owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night.
007. early bird: a person who rises , arrives , or acts before the usual or expected time.
008. negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism & pessimism.
009. positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism & confidence.
010. swearing: the use of offensive language.
011. superstitious: an irrational belief that an object , action , or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome.
012. inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom.
013. scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty.
014. foot & finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress / impatience.
015. nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit.
016. flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention.
017. twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation.
018. cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness.
019. hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence.
020. finger-pointing: a common body language sign of authority.
021. hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness.
022. hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust / reluctance.
023. frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth / familiarity.
024. throat – clearing: a common body language sign of rejection / doubt.
025. jaw – clenching: a common body language sign of hostility.
026. eye – rolling: a common body language sign of irritation.
027. head – tilt: a common body language sign of interest.
028. whistling: to emit high – pitched sound by forcing breakthrough a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune.
029. humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune.
030. perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection.
031. photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail.
032. paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution , unwarranted jealousy , or exaggerated self – importance, typically worked into an organized system.
033. exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is.
034. intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive.
035. quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly & effectively.
036. interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements.
037. doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absentmindedly.
038. irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed.
039. gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet.
040. travel – sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle , boat , or aircraft.
041. sensitive: having or displaying a quick & delicate appreciation of others’ feelings.
042. melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.
043. chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavored gum which is not intended for swallowing.
044. fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands & feet, through nervousness or impatience.
045. skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations.
046. neat–freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness.
047. gossiping: divulging personal information about others.
048. prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct.
