Application for Kiss Me in Mt. Komoerobi+ @rainymoodlet 's Daniel :)
Full grown Adult Sim / 49yrs/ 170 cm (5' 7")
Get to know
Recently, fixated on knitting. Knits whenever has a chance.
Owns a cow named Cher.
Can't stand anything related to boxing (war flashbacks on the horizon) but can lift 90 kilos easily. Winter is for the strongest ones.
Bio
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(ohmy sorry y'all, I always put too much creativity while creating sims)
Traits and Aspiration: Overachiever, socially awkward, Gloomy, & Country caretaker
◊ Young Maxwell was the promising Golden star of Henford-on-Bagley as he entered the boxing world at the early age of 13. Everyone put their faith in him. In principle, these expectations bloated his ego, making all his family proud and offering the lonely and only child of the Santiago family a chance to be somebody. He was no longer the good-for-nothing kid in class. Nor the town's dwarf (small and hairy) boy.
◊ The accidental display of strength working on the family farm seen by a headhunter could be helpful in the real world outside shearing llamas, carrying water buckets, and chasing and dodging foxes.
◊ Despite this good fortune for re-establishing those labels, Maxwell still found himself taking care of the farm animals late at night rather than socializing with other boxing enthusiasts after practice.
◊ Inadvertently, he found his real passion.
◊ The years went on and all the awards started losing their luster. Championships mattered less and less, and even though Maxwell was one of the best, he walked away from the boxing world and still denies he was in his prime when he left.
«I could have lost any time, I left with my record unbeaten. Thirty wins, two ties, and no losses. My pride would have been severely damaged» answers whenever asked.
◊ But that smirk at the corner of his mouth tells a different story.
◊ He bought himself a lot and cultivated a beautiful farm. Around his 30s, in the middle of his meditations, watching little ducks follow their mama, the image of having his own family struck him.
◊ Much like his farm, he managed to raise his son by himself, even if it was after long battles with the adoption center. But he passed away at the age of 10: A strange and unexpected case of pufferfish poison. Maxwell, of course, put the blame on his shoulders.
◊ Now, the rooster's cry, a glass of sheep's milk, and listening to the news on his pop’s radio have calmed his mind a little. At 49, Santiago's life is good and he is at peace… most of the time.
◊ He heard the announcement of Kiss Me in Mt. Komorebi on the radio. Putting his heart out there again, risking it to be hurt is way scarier than standing in the ring with the gloves up.
◊ Despite his trembling hands, he filled out the form and submitted his application.
