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questions concerning the application or process can be answered on the rp's discord. more information/details about your character is always welcome, but not required. interest revolves primarily around how your character fits in at the station, what roles they fill, how they feel about said roles, etc. characters can either have worked at the station prior to roleplay or be new members.
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Barry Donovan was too tall. He never had the muscle definition he wanted, never had the muscle either. His jaw was wide, his brows were too thin, his eyes too small, ears not small enough, a litany of wrong traits under a distorted perception of himself; the mirror always reflecting what he did not want to see and hiding the good. That is to say his skin was ill-fitting like it belonged to someone else, though how could one ever find comfort in something they so wholly rejected?

He couldn’t recall whether it manifested with textbook symptoms of anxiety or creeped in beginning simply with unease. Maybe it was a lack of a father figure? A parade of his mother’s boyfriends entering and exiting the front door like it was turnstile—none abusive, just absent. Looking back there were seeds sown everywhere and though memories tend to be painted with emotional hues, obviously there must have been the glaring signs that his shyness was morphing into something much more grand. It was distinct as a teenager, but because hormones were so high during that phase of his life it flew right under the radar. Chalk it up to teenage angst; it’ll be over after eighteen. The way he gaslit himself until his anxiety ensnared itself into every facet of his life was astounding.

He collected self-sabotaging habits as eagerly as an eight year old would hoard foil detailed cards. It was a desperate attempt to gel with coworkers and the musically literate. To correct what he couldn’t make up with confidence, he over-analyzed, ruminated, hyper-criticized. Again and again and again. A vicious cycle to chip away the imperfections. He was trying to help not realizing it was breaking him.

27. 6'1". 190 lbs. exhibits symptoms of: agoraphobia. social anxiety disorder. alcohol dependency.

Coping mechanisms: Avoidance is easiest, and isolation is like a weight off the chest. But if it comes down to talking, a lack of eye contact helps him feel as though he’s not being ambushed. Mimicking expressions guides a conversation. Missaying and stumbling through a sentence is enviable. It's better not to have too much contact.

disc jockey. music and news. airtime between 11PM to 5AM nightly.

The Housecat was created seven years ago under the mentorship of the late DJ “Fast-Track” Jack and remains the alter ego of Barry. Inspired by the seemingly ageless stray cat at the station, The Housecat exudes all the confidence the man behind the microphone lacks along with a nonchalance toward cruelty in the world. He is most notable for his signature voice—being low and smooth and drastically different from Barry's own—and tongue-in-cheek humor. While The Housecat prefers anonymity, he has been known to make references to a cat-like appearance.

To reach a state in which his alter ego can emerge, Barry must shutter the windows into the recording studio, turn off the lights, and take two shots of vodka or its rough equivalent in alcohol content. Playing the role of The Housecat is an act of escapism made easy by the visual disconnect of an audience and a willful ignorance toward feedback.

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Ángela Apocalypso
















# disc jockey




# ysabela andervilla










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Calypso


disc jockey





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  • twenty four




    female




    she/they




    bisexual




    libra ☼




    virgo ☽




    taurus ↑















    height



    5'4''







    weight



    140 lbs







    eye colour



    hazel-brown







    hair colour



    black













    full name


    Ysabela Sergi Andervilla







    Alias


    Ángela Apocalypso







    Nicknames


    Calypso {this is what most people call her}, Callie, Double A, Angie, Ysa, Bella







    Birthday


    October 4th







    Faceclaim


    Gabriella Bechtel







    Style









    Playlist









    Pinterest









    Headcanons



    ⊱ dresses either like a hippie or some sort of academic ALWAYS
    ⊱ says that academia wear demands she gets respect, bohemian wear demands people see her as sweet
    ⊱ a true Machiavellian
    ⊱ wants to get into PR
    ⊱ bit of a know-it-all
    ⊱ used to have a fake ID that says she's Svetlana from Russia
    ⊱ Blair Waldorf energy
    ⊱ kinda oblivious to her privilege
    ⊱ enjoys Euphoria-type makeup
    ⊱ her favorite author is Kurt Vonnegut
    ⊱ is known to write shitty poetry instead of journaling like her therapist wishes she would
    ⊱ loves to chat about gossip when she's on the air
    ⊱ found the mystery surrounding her dad's disappearance a few years ago so troubling that she ended up having a whole Charlie from It's Always Sunny... moment
    ⊱ big ole weeb
    ⊱ likes to doodle
    ⊱ does adderall recreationally

















nine lives

 
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WIP; Little Ugly and Needs Background : )



Nils Odd Dahl
Station Technician
full name
Nils Odd Dahl
alias
Oddball or just Odd
age
27
birthday
October 10th
gender
Guy (he/him)
sexuality
Very, Very Gay
occupation
Technician; Odd takes care of the technology at the station and keeps it running smooth. Sometimes he tinkers, sometimes he goes out searching for spare parts, but if anything breaks tech wise, he's the guy who deals with it
appearance
height
5"11




build
Odd is, admittedly, not in the best shape ever. Not that it bothers him, of course; having abs isn't exactly on the top of his to-do list. He's much more preoccupied with other things.




modifications
Pierced ears and a flower tattoo on his right arm.




face claim
John Reynolds




❝ have you tried turning it off and on again? ❞
persona
personality

Odd is a very easy-going person. He's the sort that goes with the flow, and if things go wrong, he tries not to overthink things or panic. It's the sort of mentality that has led him to be a very level-headed person even in shoddy scenarios. It doesn't even have to be a problem that involves him; he likes to help out other people if they need it, even if it isn't exactly part of his job description. He's been known to flit around the station when he has nothing better to do and just ask if anyone needs a hand with anything.

When people don't need help, he tends to stick around anyway to chat. He likes to be friendly to his coworkers and try to get to know them on a personal basis, not just a professional one. It's one of the things he considers important. So, he has a habit of letting people talk about hobbies, passions, and even their jobs to whatever lengths they like. Its also not uncommon for him to rattle on about whatever he's currently doing, whether it be work or otherwise.

Other than that, Odd is a generally smart and capable person, and can get rather miffed when people assume he isn't. This partially stems from the fact that, more than once, people have underestimated him and what he can do due to his severe hypotonia, which likely wouldn't be too apparent if it weren't for the fact that he carries a cane with him more often than not, just in case. Its not always malicious on the parts of those who do this, seeing as they're often looking to help him out, but its one of the few things that annoys him anyway. It hasn't slowed him down yet and it isn't about to anytime soon, and, as he likes to point out, it isn't going to affect how well he can tinker with the tech, so he's best left to his own devices.






hobbies
Most of the time, Odd can be found tinkering with whatever is available to him, and trying to keep things running smoothly, which is, for some reason, something he considers a hobby. He also dabbles sketching, though isn't keen on showing anyone anything quite yet.




fears
Heights. This man HATES heights




ailments
Odd has a medley of different medical issues, though the most severe of which is his hypotonia, which affects his strength, reflexes, and other such things. His ligaments- particularly his right ankle -also have a tendency to give out on bad days, which has led to him carry around a cane despite not needing it all the time.




skills
Odd is a tech whiz, first and foremost. He's been practicing tinkering since he was a kid, and hasn't stopped. Though, he does dabble in lock picking; its a useful skill, seeing how forgetful he is. If he forgets his keys? Well, no problem there!




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embracing
entropy
  • if
    i love you
    was a promise
    would you break it
    if you're honest
 
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rosemary bauver ❂ "romy" or "sunshine" ❂ 25 ❂ producer
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❂APPEARANCE❂
Energetic and kind, there’s not a body in the room that would be able to ignore Romy’s sunshine energy. Her appearance itself is of nothing special; stick straight dirty blonde hair that falls past her shoulders, a big toothy grin, glittering light blue eyes. She stands at an unimposing 5’6”, not short, not tall, simply average. But despite all this ordinary visage, something about Romy shines. She’s always brimming with a laugh or a compliment on her tongue, and her voice is silky sweet, almost with a sing-song quality.

❂PERSONALITY❂
For a world that lives in post apocalyptic glamour, talking to Romy would make you feel like no such thing ever happened. She’s bubbly, energetic, and lighthearted. There’s no one she would turn away, no matter how glum their disposition or how much her own playfulness seems to turn them off. She is an open ear to anyone who asks it, or an eager talker to those who want to listen. Romy loves people. A social butterfly at heart, she’d be a little remiss if her day didn't include at least one coffee-break talk.

For numbers, memorization, and scheduling, Romy is quick as a whip. Not many would think this of her, and consider her an airhead, but the opposite is true. While her emotional intelligence may not be the most honed in, Romy has a mind for math, and loves the puzzle element of it. Always with some clipboard on her person or pen tucked behind her ear, she coordinates, schedules, and just about handles any behind the scenes question one could think to ask.

For all her warmth, most assume Romy has few reservations. This for the most part is true. There are few things that Romy outwardly shies away from, and while it may be easy to think you have her pegged, Romy carries a deeper fear with her. A fear of things going wrong, a fear of not being able to do enough or accomplish enough. She rarely lets this fear rise to the surface, and instead buries it with busyness, control, and the thoughts of others. Behind the scenes work is comfortable, though it seems unfitting for someone of her bubbly disposition. Romy will always argue against that statement.

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❂BACKGROUND❂
Raised by a single father, Romy looks upon her childhood as the kindest time of her life. He was something of a nerd, her father, and alongside that, a hermit. The outside world frightened him, and having been raised by two doomsday-sayers, he was most accustomed to busying himself with his own interests and hobbies, and so he raised Romy similarly. Her grandparents had passed when she was about four or five, and she has few memories of them other than angry, withered faces, or them yelling at her father. To them, a life safely spent was one well spent, which meant barricading in underground hidey holes as if the apocalypse hadn't already been over a hundred and fifty years ago.

Until they passed, Romy saw little of the outside world. She grew curled up in her father's arms as he showed her the one thing that they both couldn't shut up over; music. Specifically, nineties tunes. A bygone era where people lived wildly, freely, and all of it was perfectly encapsulated in his massive collection of CDs, casettes, and even a few odd vinyls. Sometimes, her father treated her a little more like a friend rather than a daughter, and as she grew, there wasn't a single interest Romy didn't share with her father, who had become something of a collector of pre-apocalyptic trivia and articles under his parents oppressive reign. Comic books, action figures, tapes and music were some of her first vocabulary. He taught her to play guitar and always doted that one day, he'd hear her on the radio too.

Her talent for mathematics seemed to spring out of nowhere, in terms of the family line. At least, from her father's side. Try as she might, Romy could get very little out of him about her mother. It seemed to be quite the sore topic, but it never affected her father's love for her, and Romy learned quickly not to ask. She was always a quick learner, and her father, though not quite the mathematician she was, always tried his best to supplement her, finding puzzles, creating games and purchasing schoolbooks for her to swallow whole. Once her grandparents passed, her life began a bit fuller. She attended school, and accelerated in the STEM aspects. Unlike her father, Romy was eager to socialize the moment her sheltered upbringing ended, and as young as she was when it did, it has always seemed since then like she had been deprived of people until the moment she plunged into school.

While some took advantage of her better nature, Romy's sunny disposition would not break. She attended college, and though there was push to carry on further in her studies, perhaps even become a professor or a researcher, Romy never felt that such a position would suit her. And any consideration she did give to that line of work ended abruptly when her father passed suddenly just as she was about to graduate with her undergraduate.

He was young, having had her in his early twenties, and it took her by a great amount of surprise. Romy only barely graduated college, and instead of landing somewhere a mathematics degree might get you, she instead applied to work at her and her father's favorite radio station. She's been there a couple years now and has loved every second of it. Though the idea of a disc jockey or even passing along one of her own tapes to a coworker has crossed her mind, Romy has kept it to herself, and for now uses her well-oiled mind to keep WSKEE running smoothly and surely.

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