I LOVE HER SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!((Unsure if you wanted our submissions posted here or the OOC - but wanted to submit before I went to bed))
Name --
Ayda Siobhan O'DonnellAge: --
25Gender: --
FemaleOccupation: --
Elementary School TeacherSexuality: --
StraightDescription --
Ayda's pale skin is contrasted by the dark freckles pepper over her face and body. Her Irish heritage is proclaimed in her pink cheeks and green eyes. Hair dark and often in uncontrolled curls, the only change in color being a slight lightening in the summer. Her lips are naturally pink which she often darkens with one of her many similar shades of pink or red.
Personality --
Ayda is quiet and reserved - often keeps to herself. She's not quick to speak or to make herself known, she prefer to remain unnoticed. She dedicates her time to her work and is awkward in social settings. Even after working in Greenville for several years, not many people know her as she doesn't get out all that often. The most people see of her outside of the classroom is at school events or occasionally at a local bar, by herself.
Strengths --
Compassionate and kind. Quick thinker and observant. The parents of her students praise her lovingkindness towards all children she works with. She dedicates her time and efforts to the school.Weaknesses --
Too much of a loner, bears her burdens on her own. Can seem standoffish to most strangers.
How'd I get here? --
Ayda grew up without much - her father traveled often for work, working on construction sites far away. Her mother tried her best to make ends meet, but even from a young age, Ayda could feel the stress of poverty weighing down on their small family. Oftentimes Ayda would peek in to see her mother sitting on the edge of her bed, a bottle in hand. Her mother's body would rattle with silent sobbing - she must have just been on the phone with daddy. When her father would return after being gone for months, his drinking and lack of connection with the family put a stress on the marriage. His once smiling face and opens arms had become empty and void of affection. Ayda could remember running to embrace her father on one of his returns home, only to be met with the strong stench of alcohol and a sunken face of a man. He looked at her as if she were an annoying gnat. She never ran to his embrace, again. Eventually he left for work and never came back - she and her mother would never admit to one another that they both were a bit relieved.Things were still tough, but Ayda and her mother were able to scrape by and found happiness in the little that they had. Ayda would often volunteer at the local library reading to young children and watching over special art programs. Her love of working with children eventually developed into her majoring in Elementary Education and getting a degree to teach. Her mother worked, but Ayda also had to work nights to help subsidize some needs. After graduating she was able to land a job at Greenville elementary teaching 3rd grade. Her job was finally able to provide a glimmer of fulfillment and happiness that she always felt she was lacking... but it didn't fill her completely.In the dark and on her own, Ayda found herself turning to alcohol and weed to numb the aching pain in her lonelier moments. At first it was just something to take the edge off, a glass of wine in the evening or a joint on a weekend to relax. But slowly, it became an every night occurrence. Soon she was buying enough bottles of wine and liquor to last a person for a month and was running through it in a week, sometimes less. She was starting to find that she would show up to work the next day still drunk from the night before. She was pulled into the principal's office after she had missed bringing her kids in one morning and asked if there was anything wrong. She was able to play it off as a fluke, not feeling well. It was the wake up call she was needing, and caused her to shine a light on her own problems. Finally she made a vow to herself to put the bottles away for good and to get right... but can she keep that promise to herself?
Ahhhh! Thank you ^^
Name: Thomas Sylvester
I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHE’S MY FAVORIE EVER
Name: Janus Sofos
But you can call her Jan, or Janny if you like, she doesn't mind.
Age: 23
Gender:All Woman Hun.
Occupation:Dude, Janny's so inconsistent with her Jobs, even I don't know anymore...
Janus is a absolute Jack of all trades. One week she'll be helping out her Dad with Pizza deliveries, the next she's at the Gas Station filling up people's cars for little more than pocket change, and one time I heard she even managed her own temporary construction firm? Shit's wild man...
Currently, she's taken up a position at the local Bakery, specialising in making traditional Greek Baklava's and Loukomadies.
Sexuality: Bi Bi Bi
Faceclaim: Jill Megan Kortleve
Description:
"Daaaaaaaaaad. Oh my god. You made it look like a mugshot..."
Relatively tall, Janny stands at around 5'9, give or take. Her build is, lets use the polite word and say, 'Broad'. You could call her meaner things, but they'd be hurtful, and altogether less accurate. She's just naturally a stockier type of gal, very well built, lemme tell ya. You'd know a punch from her and be sore about it in the morning. Her hair is that niche very very very dark brown that looks black in almost all other lighting. As for style, it's never particularly well kept, but she tries to keep it short and simple just so it's out of the way really. Jan always trims it herself, so sometimes it can appear slightly haphazard. Her eyes are a deep and heavy brown. And as I suppose could be expected, her skin's a lovely warm olive-like colour. Well, it would be lovely if she hadn't gone about tarnishing it the way she has. This girls got a plethora of scars. Her nose got broken at one point, there's a criss-cross set across her right hand from when she punched through a window that one time, she has a eyebrow scar but honestly who doesn't have one of those, a long somewhat ugly looking one on her abdomen that looks surgical but she won't talk about it to anyone, and a final one on left knee from that one time she fell off of a bike when she was nine.
Personality
Janny's a right nowty one when it gets down to it. Tells some good jokes though.
She's loud is this one, bold, brash and bawdy. Jan comes from a very, lets say vocal, family and is therefore equally loud in her day-to-day life. She's surprisingly open about voicing her own thoughts and opinions on a subject, the problem just lies with anyone who might possibly disagree. She's the sort of girl who has a positive and negative aspect to almost every trait of her personality. While she's very open and forward with regards to herself, she's also incredibly stubborn. She's a rather active girl, and likes taking part in sports, but she's also twitchy and hard to keep still for anything longer than five minutes. She can tell some absolutely cracking jokes and one liners, but sometimes she can take a quip or a remark just a bit too far, and things can get a little uncomfortable, or even worse, violent. All in all, she's a bit of a Marmite sort of character. You'll either love her or hate her. But just don't tell her openly if it's the latter...
Strengths
- Witty: Jan's a quick thinker with regards to her words, and is an absolute champ at the funny comebacks. Knows all the best dirtiest jokes too.- Bold: She isn't afraid or anxious upon meeting new people. And doesn't particular hold back in voicing her own feelings and opinions. If the group needs someone to channel a voice through, Janny's the gal for the job.- Active: definitely not the type to be sitting still for too long. She rather enjoys sports, both watching and competing. And she's always up for anything her friends suggest, give or take.
Weaknesses
- Quick tempered: In more ways than one. Janny's quick tempered in the sense that, she's quick to quite determinedly choose and firmly stick with her first emotional reaction to a situation, even if in later hindsight, it may be an irrational one. And unfortunately, anger and irritation are the easiest to come and trickiest to go. She's getting a reputation for fights at this point, it's getting a little bit wild...- Impulsive: Only when the result is fruitful is impulsiveness a blessing. The rest of the time, it is a downright hindrance.- Stubborn: I suppose deep down, it's a trait that's ultimately fuelled by fear, but she'd never admit to that of course. Jan's a girl who devotedly loyal to her own idea of standards and morals. It takes a lot to fully change her mind on any given matter.
Background
Jan's initial family history is about as average as it gets regarding American Immigration I suppose. Family used to live in Greece, didn't do all too well there, had just a few teensy-weensy police-based troubles from what I hear, moved to the States. And there you have it. Bobs your Uncle and Fanny's you're overbearing Catholic Auntie who won't stop asking about your relationship status at Thanksgiving.
With regards to Jan directly though, everything sort of started with her Dad. Giorgos, or Georgie for short, was around, fifteen? Upon arrival in the States. And like any other wild and rambunctious teenager, the boy let loose and let rip amongst the newfound freedoms and frivolities America provided. While his Mother and Father worked two low paying jobs a day, Giorgos focused more upon the intense study of the local women. He continued to fall further and further down into this pit of degeneracy and debauchery, despite any efforts of his parents. What else can be said, he was a young handsome exotic from another country who could play the guitar at parties. And this was the way things looked to be going for the foreseeable future, until Janny arrived.
Her Mom was, or is (she doesn't really know to be honest) a white lady from out of town that her Dad met at a party. It was a cold February day, sometime in the afternoon. He'd only just dragged himself out of bed when there was a knock at the door. Standing there, in the rain, was a very cross looking woman he did not recognise, and a beleaguered looking council official, holding... a baby? Jan was, in every way possible, a surprise. To both Mother and Father. Janny's Mother stood at the Sofos' door with her eight day old baby daughter, ready to give her up right there and then. She gave Georgie an ultimatum, she did not, and had never wanted this baby. It was a mistake that she regretted immensely. So there were two options. Either he take the baby and deal with it himself, or it goes to Social Services and gets put up for Adoption.
Well, lemme tell you, making an immense moral decision like that at 3 O'Clock in the afternoon whilst you're wearing a shirt that hasn't been washed for three days certainly puts a man in a odd state of mind. But of course, underlying softie that he is, he took her in. Giorgos had never set out to become a Father, at least not this early on in his life, and definitely not in the circumstances he found himself in. And yet, alas, here he was. Both Granny and Grandfather Sofos were a very big help in those early years. But things grew steadily trickier for our Georgie boy. His Father passed before Janny was even walking, and Granny followed soon after of a broken heart(How conventional is that?)
Giorgos is now a man renowned for making one of the biggest lifestyle U-Turns in history. Party Animal and sex fiend no longer, He is now a devoted Catholic one more, and he works diligently now as a Janitor for the local High School, as well as a delivery guy every other evening. He didn't really have the education or skills for anything much else. He worries a lot, poor dear. He worries about how much of a disappointment he's been, and he worries intensely that he has not been a good enough Father for Janny. Sometimes she tells him otherwise, but emotions are a strange thing. He still has his own hopes of course. In fact, he's training and studying and trying his absolute hardest to join up with the local police force. It would provide a good little Nest-Egg for Janny when she needs it. Fingers crossed he can just pass the test and the officiator isn't a racist ass-hole like he was the last time...
LMAO HE’S GREAT"That's right, sewed it all with my own two hands, embroidered lapels and all..."
Name: Eide Tillman
Eide is pronounced pretty much as it sounds, 'E-eed', however the man is most often just called by his surname.
Age: 33
Gender: Man (?)
Occupation: In a somewhat, uncharacteristic move, Tillman works at, the local 'Snack-Pack!' the best place in all of New Hampshire to fulfil your wildest Snacking fantasies! It's a job he is in no way overly fond of. The man turns up late half the time and he regularly steals company stock, but hey-ho, it pays the bills I guess.
Sexuality: Uhhhhhhhh.Pan? Everything? Anyone?Yeah, Yeah Pansexual.
Description:
- This image is inaccurate in that in no way would Tillman EVER be dressed this well.
A tall lithe stick of a human man. At his highest (without weed), he stands at around 6'2, and honest to god has about as much muscle on him as a chicken's leg. Tillman's on the paler side of beige with regards to skin-tone, with a few freckles, imperfections and general leftovers of human error littered here there and everywhere across his body. The man's got a few tats, too many for me to be bothered to list in full here. With regards to the face, he sure does have one I guess. He's not overly handsome, but I suppose he's not intolerable to look at either. Uniquely average would be a good way to put it I suppose. He has nice hair, if hippie men from the 70s are your jam. Least it's never in a man-bun I suppose...
Personality:
A Pastor without the Preaching.A Father with no Children.A Musician who cannot sing.Eide is very, very good at expressing the idea of a full and healthy personality.
Talkative and exuberant, Tillman exudes the image of an intelligent and insightful man, while in truth, is a glorious car crash of a human being. Capable of both extreme levels on enthusiasm and energy, as well as deep and dark lows, it's plain to say Eide is a man who struggles with his own thoughts and feelings for the most part. Like the most of us, he has his good days, and his bad, but often he can't really tell what kind of day it's been until it's over. At times he can talk for the length of England, of anything and everything under the sun. From things like deep and broad philosophical terms revolving around mans struggle to comprehend his own mortality, all the way to explaining how in great, and immense detail, Jessica Fletcher was the one behind all of those wildly quirky murders all along.
Strengths:
- Sounds Smart: Although sometimes his true dedication and sensibility over a subject can be lacking and perhaps a little childlike, the way the man uses his words in a discussion or argument shows he clearly has at least somewhat of an intellectual mind. Perhaps he did half of a University degree somewhere at some point in time or whatever. But the point remains, even though he may try and hide or deny it from time to time, the guy's smarter than he lets on.- Passionate: As mentioned briefly before, on a good day Tillman's energy levels can be phenomenal. Channel that energy into a cause he can be willing to give a shit about for more than two days straight, and you'll have a truly passionate crusader on your side, lemme tell you.- Cool as a Cucumber: You know sometimes you'll just have those cool lookin' guys who hang around at concerts looking like they have the knowledge of the whole universe hidden within their beer glass? Tillman is that very man, and I can tell you for fact, there is nothing in the glass but millennial despair. But to be clear, Eide does manage to exude a naturally suave and charming demeanour. Upon first impressions, most people just think he's a pretty chill dude. The second meeting however...
Weaknesses:
- Down Days: For as many good days he has, Tillman has just as many bad. He gets really fatigued, droopy and all in all just loses to will to bother with anything. They can be far worse than that mere description alone, but it sums it up neatly enough for now.- Stickman: Bit of a literal one here, but, like, you seen the guy? He looks like he'd blow over if the wind changed direction too quickly. Physically, certainly not the strongest in the bunch. Would not like to see how he fared in a fistfight.- Commitment Issues: A Trait that has followed him throughout many moments of his life so far. From jobs to relationships, and even to aesthetic style choices, the man can never really hold on to any one particular idea or belief for all too long. Not for lack of trying every now and then mind you.
Background:
In his very own words, Tillman describes his family as being "Elite Parking Lot Trash". Way way way back in the lineage, he has an inkling there might be European ancestry in there somewhere? But it's heavily buried at this point, so basically I guess he's just your average American American. Although not from the town of Greenville directly, Tillman did grow up in and around the local area, his family never really managing to stay in one particular spot for all too long. His early life is otherwise wildly plain in the most mediocre of ways. He left New Hampshire for a good long while during his early twenties, but has somehow, despite it all ended up back in this dump yet again. Why's it even called Greenville anyway? Like, what, did the Green Giant come from here or something...
Eide is the best dancer in the State, I swear to God, you have to believe me on this. Just, just take my word for it.
