- OAKLEY . HARPER -
[ player determined . they/she or they/he ]
6'2 . 187cm | 28 | capricorn
They have an ivory skin tone with a scattering of freckles they received from their mother's Scottish heritage. They have a heart-shaped face and a slightly crooked nose that you don't remember the accident to. Hazel eyes favouring a golden brown, tired, endless. They no longer wear glasses but you hold an isolated memory of them with blocked faux wooden frames, something about how being far-sighted doesn't make any sense. Curly burgundy-brown hair that you once tried to brush when you were younger, now growing out of an undercut just barely reaching the start of their jawline. A scar, old but the memory is always fresh, running down from behind the top of their left ear, down across their spine to the bottom of their shoulder blade on the opposite side. Taller than most and fitting into the average body weight for their height class, they tend to lean, slump, or anything else to appear smaller than they are when around others. Always seeming distracted, only partially there, something missing from every step, a millisecond of movement just not there.
- ALEXIS . BOER -
[ male . he/him ]
5'6 , 167cm | 27 | libra
He has a tanned, deep beige complexion, blemished from eczema, mainly acting up during the colder months. He has a rectangular face with a birthmark on the crook of his neck and left shoulder that he used to go out of his way to cover up, growing out of the insecurity as he became more comfortable in his own body. He has hooded grey-blue eyes that are never able to focus on one thing for too long, not comfortable with eye contact for much more than a few seconds. Active, distracted, undiagnosed ADD during his childhood. A mop of thick hair, with it's deep brown only visible in the light, usually tied up into a messy knot atop his head, otherwise falling to just below his shoulders. He started shaving the back underside during college and has kept up with the style, although usually shaved by someone else now after forgetting to put the guard on the shaver one time. His ears are usually adorned with earrings, ranging from silver and brass studs to dangly handmade clay creations. A few mismatched pairs from late crafting nights with a few friends. He is on the shorter side of average in height and chubby, hands adorned by rings. Conscientious of the dark, but it doesn't follow him, sometimes if you don't look twice his shadow will not appear.
- DELILAH . KRAKOWSKI -
[ female . she/her ]
5'11 , 180cm | 32 | leo
She has an olive complexion with a yellow undertone, something from her father who never returned from his home. Blessed with a smattering of numerous moles across her body along with a few tattoos that hold no meaning to you. She has a long diamond-shaped face and a nostril-pierced aquiline nose. Her layered fringe covering to her dark brows. Straight blonde hair with dark roots, whether regrowth from a dye job or her natural tones it does not matter anymore, it has been too long, and we forget. Cut back into a mullet, the length resting on her shoulders. An easily made decision with an unfaltering mind and an intense desire. A reaction and action from leaving a dull office job that simply was not made for her nor she for it. Now she sits with never two feet upon the ground, in any place that would allow her to stay for however long she is needed. Long, spindly fingers matching her figure; tall and confident, she knows where she is to where she is heading, she is in control. Her deep-set eyes appear hollow, empty, cruel. But you are far too aware to trust that which appears solid. A fiery bronze shines through the browns when the light hits, when she sees you, truly sees you. No matter the cold air or the warm weather, is it smoke that seeps from her lungs?
- CASS . DI CANDILO -
[ agender . xe/they ]
5'5 , 164cm | 30 | aries
Their bronze complexion complemented with golden undertones, blotched with paler tones upon hands, rough and cut and aged but worn and sturdy. Their square face softly scattered with scars from a compulsive habit from when they were younger, faded away with time and effort, patience and so, so much restraint. Such they no longer hold back for their own need. Heavy-set eyes, a deep brown cracking apart at the seams with greens and yellows, no matter the lighting can be seen, as though the only thing needed to see them, even lacking the light, is to look for the fractures. Straight, dark black hair, within the right light holding the previous colours of dye jobs in a few strands. Chopped back with a messy hand to their own style, short and untamed, covered fully by a headscarf. Always a smirk upon their features, something so permanent that it would not bode well to see it gone. Shorter than the average with a curvy frame, skin covered to wrists and ankles, they do no sink back but stand if not in your face then next to you. A storm crackles at their laugh, so loud and not to be dismissed.
- NOAH . GUPTA -
[ male . he/him ]
5'11 , 181cm | 32 | gemini
Their rich golden bronze complexion is dotted with small cuts and scaring. Not fresh but never will they fade, the tattoos don’t hide the marks for there is no shame behind them, all it would take is an open conversation and you’ll learn. These are experiences that we know. Just ask. Dark, wide-framed wire glasses sit center of his face, though they hold no lenses and he takes great joy from surprising people who learn this as he rubs his tired eyes. A deep brown you would have no difficulty trusting, a warmth that doesn’t reflect the darkness as much as it should. Upon his ears sit hearing aids. A bad night, wrong words, a car accident. Loose curly hair sits atop his angular face, falling to just above his eyes, black with streaks of premature grey that he compulsively plucks, though he wears it well it’s not about how it looks, not anymore. A scruffy growth of facial hair frames along his jawline, not enough to form a full beard, just the results of not shaving regularly enough. He’s comfortable at his height, with a muscular physic more often than not hidden beneath baggy clothes. It doesn’t do well for one to focus too much on the lack of sound.
- ADRIENNE . MULLAY -
[ female . she/her ]
5'7 , 171cm | 28 | leo
She has a dark brown complexion, dotted with moles and kissed with birthmarks. Covering her body are moments she’d call memories, though for a further explanation it would take you far more time than you have available. She has a long diamond-shaped face studded with numerous silver metallic piercings. A freshly shaved head dyed more colours than you’ve seen with your own eyes and very bright eyebrows to match. An invite to a 3am hair dye night is something you cannot reject. Round eyes with a deep brown hue, darkness you’d expect to see the moon to shine in, though the many sets of colourful sunglasses restrain you from looking too closely. Cat hair clings to her usually dark clothing and only the mention of it will through you into an hour conversation of said cat. She holds herself confidently in public, her eccentric clothing fitting her slim build well. Her voice balanced, reverberating evenly and without hesitancy. You cannot refuse to see her, she shines and she is in every right to deserve that light.
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