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Mar 08, 2015 10:17PM
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Okay I'm really excited so I'm just going to make a really really quick outline for my girl haha
Name: Dorri Vondi
Age: 19
Height: 5'6
Eye Color: Blue
Appearance:
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Personality:
Opinionated
Head strong
Liberal
Sarcastic
Inquisitive
Demanding
Caring
Independent
Likes:
Tea
Animals
Running
Reading
Science
Comfy/lazy clothes
Quiet
Netflix
Beach
Hockey
Dislikes:
Loud noises
Coffee
Dressing fancy
Doing her hair
Going out
Large groups
Football
Baseball
Pollution
History:Dorri wishes there was some kind of interesting interesting detail to spill about her home life, but there really isn't. She grew up, comfortably, with middle class family in Toronto, Canada. She's an only child, born to a real estate agent mother and an accountant father. Dorri is painfully average aside from her intellectual ability. Dorri has used this to her advantage, and now plans to do something with her existance and make up for the lost, boring years of her early life.
Other: is studying to become an exotic animal veterinarian, she hopes to travel the world to help rehabilitate wild animals.
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{{ Mason James Hyde }}
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|> age <| Twenty
|> height <| Five Ten
|> eye color <| Light Blue
|> hair color <| Dark Brown
|> face claim <| Luke Powell
It used to be easy: mess with Mason Hyde and the next time you opened your eyes you'd be in the nurses office. There was a rare soul that took the chance, but often he was left alone -- meaning avoided by every band geek, d&d dweeb, and book worm that knew his name. Which, by the way, was James. He hated the name Mason, never went by it, sneered at the teachers whenever they decided to use it against him. He wasn't necessarily a troublesome child, he did well in school, and once you knew him he wouldn't knock your lights out, and it's not like he'd never played dungeons and dragons himself, but his temper was bad. To quick to snap, and so he was notorious for his bad attitude and fast fists. Even though he would often sit at home and think himself silly about how "fucking stupid" he'd been the day before. The girls liked him, though he didn't particularly like them back-- which granted him the rumor of "faggot" amongst the younger scholars. His home life was decent, mom and dad's spark had fizzled out just years after he was born, but they remained married and their life was quiet and boring as hell. Senior year gave him Ava; she was wild and free and fun, and the last thing he wanted was to pass up the opportunity to finally do something. His temper leveled considerably ... but you were a goner if you made even the slightest of passes on Ava. Eventually James and Ava had themselves a situation. "Ha, ha, stop joking around." "James, I'm not kidding!" "... What?" From there their relationship did the absolute opposite of strengthen. It was just before Christmas that Ava popped, gifting Mason with a tiny little thing: a baby boy. And she would have absolutely nothing to do with either of them. She stuck around for another week before slapping him across the face and crying he way out of his life, leaving him a single father. He dropped out of college midway through his freshman year and picked up another job, grabbed a small apartment, and doesn't talk to his parents much. It's hard as hell trying to make things function, because a consistent babysitter has become a serious struggle, but he can't not go to work. Point is-- things are shit, but God dammit Mason loves his son with all his heart and all his soul and he wouldn't give him up for the world. He and Ava named discussed names to there fullest, and she was gone before they got around to it, but he couldn't go nameless now could he? Noah. His name is Noah. He's about three months now, and he's got his Dad's eyes.
Hey I'm still in the car and my connection is pretty bad but I'm going to start editing Dorri. How should we start this? (:
Ummmm maybe it's like really early in the morning? Like 3 am or something and Noah is crying, Dorri hears him, gets annoyed, goes over to their apartment to complain, and then we go from there?
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Okay great (: I have one reply that I need to get up and then I'll finish Dorri
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Weird situation, my sister accidentally slammed my fingers in the car door and now I have like three fractured fingers. I promise I'll start typing once it's a little less painful haha
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Hope it gets better soon!
Much better thank you! They're a little sore because I've been riding horses the past few days (whoops) but I'm sure I'll be able to finish Dorri tonight (:
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No rush or anything~
I added a few more things (: I'm ready to start roleplaying whenever you are!
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This wasn't the first time that this has happened, but this was the first time that Mason has felt so desperate to stop it from happening again. It was beginning to wear on him; Noah's wailing drug him down under the waves, pulling him down further and further. He feared that one day he would be to far down to swim back up. This only caused him to tighten his grip on the little boy in his arms. He weighed little, but he was convinced that he was healthy. He had to work up the money to go check in with the doctor again, but doc had given him a break the last few times, maybe he'd do it once more before go all stony-faced on him. That was Mason's hope at least. It wasn't like he was begging for money or anything, he was honestly trying to work his way up for Noah. He'd do anything for the little tyke. Unfortunatly the boy was too young to do anything for him in return: so he kept crying. Mason didn't even know what was the matter, he had fed him a few hours ago before putting him down for bed, he wasn't wet. Maybe he was just uncomfortable. Mason didn't blame him. The man bounced the small child in his arms, shifting from one heel to the other and back again, but nothing he did helped. Ten minutes later and Mason had even drawn open a window in hopes of the fresh air helping the little boy, and while his crying did die down a bit, he was still yelling about, and so he shouldered open the front door, cringing as the babies cries filled the hallway. Maybe he just ... needed a change of atmosphere. "Come on, Noah. Shhh, shhh. It's alright. It's okay. I'm here." God did he wish the kid had the voice to tell him what was wrong.Ｓ Ｔ Ａ Ｒ Ｔ ♡
((I will do my absolute best to reply this weekend!!!))
