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name: B/Bobby
age: 29
timezone: GMT+ 10
pronouns: Him and he
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past blogs: rfp
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name: Joe Hart
age & date of birth: 20
hometown: Crystal River, Florida.
schoolyear: second year
major(s)/minor(s): major inTheology, minor in music
clubs/sports: frisbee club
backstory:
Joe was a friendly enough guy, a bit of a flirt. Full of teasing eyes and a happy wink. You could find him playing frisbee on the lawn or discussing philosophy that bordered on arguments with people. Most people thought he was a hippy and…well, he wasn’t technically wrong. You’d still find him with a cross hanging around his neck- which most people assumed meant he was catholic but..well, the real answer as weirder right?
Joe hart was raised in what the US government would be considered a cult. While it was never raid or called as such…anyone who heard Joe Hart talk about it certainly seemed to get that picture. While Joe himself simply thought it was how life was, barefoot and living off organic food you grew yourself with more family, parents and partners you could handle. A place of open affectionate and love. No labels, no need to worry about who to fall in love with or what gender they were. After all, they were taught that God was love in all manner of ways. Or at least, there version of God. It wasn’t till he found himself aching to see what the live outside those safe loving walls of the community farm he lived on was like at eighteen that he really understood the scoop of what he’d missed growing up.
Enrolling into the university was a bit move but…well, he felt like it was something he had to do to really, really understand what life could be. It could be hard- realizing he wouldn’t quite get some references or some childhood movie that everyone had seen but…well, Joe was nothing if not determined. He paid attention and soon was more or less fitting into the rest the school around him. Though a few things still escape his grasp, for the most part everyone thought he was the handsome, if a bit weird, hippy.