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[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black; font-size: 12pt;"]a soft noise would come from the man, adjusting the sunglasses he wore for a moment. this person sounded almost as if they didn't want more people, but then again, it could be stress or curiosity.. or he was just bad at reading people. a moment passed as he thought about what he was doing here. was he just looking for a bed? food? maybe a home where he would be accepted despite his flaws. he would draw in a breath, tilting his head for a moment. "well," he began, scuffing the toes of his shoes on the ground. "was hoping i'd find a group to stay with. you know, the whole 'safety in numbers' bull shit? i decided it might be time i actually interact with.. other people." riley would finally aexplain.
[spoiler=KINDA HARD TO WATCH THIS LIFE GO BY  |  tags]NAME & NICKNAMES: riley jamison florra  |  riles
— PREVIOUS NAMES & NICKNAMES: no previous names
AGE, PLACE & DATE OF BIRTH: 24 Years Old, born 01/19/13 in chicago.
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cisgender, he/him

CURRENT RANK & MEMBERSHIP: member of the northstar district
— PREVIOUS RANKS & MEMBERSHIPS: n/a

SEXUALITY & RELATIONSHIP STATUS: panromantic pansexual; assumed single
— POSSIBLE CRUSHES: n/a
PARENTS & GENERATION: NPC x NPC. Generation Z.
— [i]SIBLINGS & HALF-SIBLINGS: no siblings
FRIENDS & CLOSE FRIENDS: he's lonely

LENGTH & WEIGHT: 6'3" & 130lbs. | riley, being as tall as he is, is underweight. if he were to take off his clothes, you'd be able to see bones and such, but they wouldn't be poking out of him. it's not that he doesn't eat, he just has an extremely fast metabolism, and when he does eat, he hardly eats more than he absolutely has to.
— CLOTHES: riley's clothing often hands off his body, but it's not often you find clothes in this day and age. he wears a light blue long sleeved shirt and a scientists jacket he received from his father at the age of 5. he wears brown dress pants and black shows, and a pair of sunglasses to cover his eyes. he often carries around an umbrella, which helps him figure out were hills and corners are and such.

EYES AND APPEARANCE: riley is blind. you wouldn't know unless he took off his sunglasses, since he functions so well. he's lived his entire life without his sight, and while he'd love to see the world, he'd rather stay blind. if you are one of the few people who get to see his eyes, you would discover that they're an odd, milky blue, and are often narrowed in concentration. he navigated by touching the walls as he walks or in certain situations, he will throw pebbles in the direction he's going as a type of echolocation. moving on from eyes, riley is fairly pale, as he doesn't really tan, and spends a lot of time indoors. his hair is a big mass of brunette tangles that your hand could possibly get lost in if you weren't careful. as mentioned before, he's very skinny and incredibly tall, which applies for his face to. he has cheeks that cave in slightly, and a narrow jaw, but high and sharp cheekbones. a common comparison for him is an elf.

EQUIPMENT: keeps a knife in his back pocket, and his umbrella is often believed to be a weapon of some sorts (hidden blade in the handle)

PERSONALITY: riley is a completely uncaring husk of a human being. long story short, he's an asshole. to the few he cares for, he treats them much harsher than anyone else. he will say that they are expendable and easily replaced, when, in reality, he'd be lost without them. he drinks quite a bit to forget all of the mistakes he's made, and hates admitting when he's wrong. he had a very hard time getting along with others, and often spends his time just feeling things. despite his blindness, he loves to "draw", and by draw, i mean scribble on papers. "drawing" often calms his short temper.
— STRENGTHS: navigating through the world, listening for danger, describing noises, sassing someone
— weaknesses: opening up to people and sharing his feelings, making friends, explaining things, being nice in general, admitting his wrong, admitting when he needs help, actually fighting

INTERACTION: he's incredibly easy to fight due to his blindness, but incredibly difficult to trick. just because he's blind and can't see doesn't mean he can't hear or smell well. if you can actually manage to grab him long enough to fight him, then go ahead, but riley is a very tricky boy, and has been training to run from danger his entire life. if you do attack in, attack in BOLD POWDER BLUE

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if i am needed, [b]send me the link to the thread by pming it to me on my main account, dannychan, as that is the first thing i check.

[WOLF BITE]

[align=center][div style="background:; border: 0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12.5px;"]Stress, most definitely was what was making him so distant. There wasn't a day in weeks that he's smiled. His lips always pursed tightly in a thin line, the threat of a scowl always present. His fingers twitch to have a cigarette between them, his lungs yearning to burn as they fill with smoke, making him forget about the emotions whirling inside, gnawing at his innards. His hands fall to his sides, hands hanging loosely, though they fidget with the desire to be holding something, or keeping his mind off of his thoughts. Wolfbite stiffens as he feels a smaller hand slip between his own, perfectly encasing the other's as if it belongs there. He turns his head to stare down at his younger counterpart, his face contorts as he watches him, worry and a hint of irritation but it fades away, instead, a softer expression forms on his features. His muscles relax, stance loosening for the few seconds he makes contact with the other, even when Cecil releases his hand to grab his notepad, he continues to seem slack. "Well, you've come to the right place. This is Northstar District- welcome. If you have any weapons, please hand them over; it's only protocol, you'll get them back when you venture out."

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black; font-size: 12pt;"]riley only had two weapons, and one just happened to be his umbrella. he reached into his back pocket, taking out a switch blade and handing it over. "if that thing gets lost, it's on you." he warned, running his thumb along the curve of his umbrella handle. if he were to pull the handle out, there would be a thin blade, but he would not reveal that. "i hope my umbrella isn't considered a weapon. makes me feel pretty fancy walking around with it." he would crack a very short joke, and his fingers would skirt the car that was nearby. he wouldn't reveal the real reason he needed the umbrella. he didn't want to be treated differently- so he sort of hoped they just assumed the sunglasses were just to make him look cooler. "by the way, i'm riley." he would say, and his head would turn as his tongue clicked. someone else had come up next to this man. "so who are you two?"
[spoiler=KINDA HARD TO WATCH THIS LIFE GO BY  |  tags]NAME & NICKNAMES: riley jamison florra  |  riles
— PREVIOUS NAMES & NICKNAMES: no previous names
AGE, PLACE & DATE OF BIRTH: 24 Years Old, born 01/19/13 in chicago.
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cisgender, he/him

CURRENT RANK & MEMBERSHIP: member of the northstar district
— PREVIOUS RANKS & MEMBERSHIPS: n/a

SEXUALITY & RELATIONSHIP STATUS: panromantic pansexual; assumed single
— POSSIBLE CRUSHES: n/a
PARENTS & GENERATION: NPC x NPC. Generation Z.
— [i]SIBLINGS & HALF-SIBLINGS: no siblings
FRIENDS & CLOSE FRIENDS: he's lonely

LENGTH & WEIGHT: 6'3" & 130lbs. | riley, being as tall as he is, is underweight. if he were to take off his clothes, you'd be able to see bones and such, but they wouldn't be poking out of him. it's not that he doesn't eat, he just has an extremely fast metabolism, and when he does eat, he hardly eats more than he absolutely has to.
— CLOTHES: riley's clothing often hands off his body, but it's not often you find clothes in this day and age. he wears a light blue long sleeved shirt and a scientists jacket he received from his father at the age of 5. he wears brown dress pants and black shows, and a pair of sunglasses to cover his eyes. he often carries around an umbrella, which helps him figure out were hills and corners are and such.

EYES AND APPEARANCE: riley is blind. you wouldn't know unless he took off his sunglasses, since he functions so well. he's lived his entire life without his sight, and while he'd love to see the world, he'd rather stay blind. if you are one of the few people who get to see his eyes, you would discover that they're an odd, milky blue, and are often narrowed in concentration. he navigated by touching the walls as he walks or in certain situations, he will throw pebbles in the direction he's going as a type of echolocation. moving on from eyes, riley is fairly pale, as he doesn't really tan, and spends a lot of time indoors. his hair is a big mass of brunette tangles that your hand could possibly get lost in if you weren't careful. as mentioned before, he's very skinny and incredibly tall, which applies for his face to. he has cheeks that cave in slightly, and a narrow jaw, but high and sharp cheekbones. a common comparison for him is an elf.

EQUIPMENT: keeps a knife in his back pocket, and his umbrella is often believed to be a weapon of some sorts (hidden blade in the handle)

PERSONALITY: riley is a completely uncaring husk of a human being. long story short, he's an asshole. to the few he cares for, he treats them much harsher than anyone else. he will say that they are expendable and easily replaced, when, in reality, he'd be lost without them. he drinks quite a bit to forget all of the mistakes he's made, and hates admitting when he's wrong. he had a very hard time getting along with others, and often spends his time just feeling things. despite his blindness, he loves to "draw", and by draw, i mean scribble on papers. "drawing" often calms his short temper.
— STRENGTHS: navigating through the world, listening for danger, describing noises, sassing someone
— weaknesses: opening up to people and sharing his feelings, making friends, explaining things, being nice in general, admitting his wrong, admitting when he needs help, actually fighting

INTERACTION: he's incredibly easy to fight due to his blindness, but incredibly difficult to trick. just because he's blind and can't see doesn't mean he can't hear or smell well. if you can actually manage to grab him long enough to fight him, then go ahead, but riley is a very tricky boy, and has been training to run from danger his entire life. if you do attack in, attack in BOLD POWDER BLUE

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if i am needed, [b]send me the link to the thread by pming it to me on my main account, dannychan, as that is the first thing i check.

[WOLF BITE]

[align=center][div style="background:; border: 0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12.5px;"]Wolfbite takes the switchblade, looking it over quickly before returning his fine cognac eyes toward Riley once more. "I can assure you that it will not be lost," he rumbles, a mild note of annoyance present in his voice, though he clears it up with a small cough. Eyeing the male cautiously, he sniffs, lifting a hand to rub his nose before he shakes his head. Something was... Off about him and he was eager to find out. "No." The overseer was curious about the umbrella- why did he mention it? It was just a simple umbrella, surely not able to kill someone? No. Virtually anything could be used as a weapon. "Wolfbite. This is Cecil." His lips purse after those words, wanting to continue with "And you are not to touch him," But, he knows that would be too... Possessive and creepy. He would ask questions, and he didn't need to turn away a new addition.

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black; font-size: 12pt;"]the taping of a plastic umbrella tip rang through the quite streets of the abandoned city. few birds seemed to chirp these days, he had discovered- less crickets chirped, less children squealed in excitement as their friends chased them down the sidewalk, less people walked down the empty streets of abandoned cities. the feeling of metal and glass running across his fingertips told him that he must be someplace where there had been quite a few cars. so, his brain connected it with a city.
as his umbrella hit the back of a car, he would simply jump on top and walk over its top. jumping down, he would find the softer voices of people nearby. he would blink his blind eyes, fixing the sunglasses that hid said fact. if this was a group, he knew they'd treat him differently if they knew. he was perfectly capable even when he couldn't see. as he moved along, growing closer to the voices, he would pause. foot steps were growing closer to him. he sighed and turned his head lazily, lifting his umbrella to rest on his shoulder and put his hands in his pockets. the tall and skinny male would slouch, rocking in his heels as he thought. he couldn't fuck this up.
"hello." he would greet whoever would come by him, lips pressed into a tiny scowl.
[spoiler=KINDA HARD TO WATCH THIS LIFE GO BY  |  tags]NAME & NICKNAMES: riley jamison florra  |  riles
— PREVIOUS NAMES & NICKNAMES: no previous names
AGE, PLACE & DATE OF BIRTH: 24 Years Old, born 01/19/13 in chicago.
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cisgender, he/him

CURRENT RANK & MEMBERSHIP: member of the northstar district
— PREVIOUS RANKS & MEMBERSHIPS: n/a

SEXUALITY & RELATIONSHIP STATUS: panromantic pansexual; assumed single
— POSSIBLE CRUSHES: n/a
PARENTS & GENERATION: NPC x NPC. Generation Z.
— [i]SIBLINGS & HALF-SIBLINGS: no siblings
FRIENDS & CLOSE FRIENDS: he's lonely

LENGTH & WEIGHT: 6'3" & 130lbs. | riley, being as tall as he is, is underweight. if he were to take off his clothes, you'd be able to see bones and such, but they wouldn't be poking out of him. it's not that he doesn't eat, he just has an extremely fast metabolism, and when he does eat, he hardly eats more than he absolutely has to.
— CLOTHES: riley's clothing often hands off his body, but it's not often you find clothes in this day and age. he wears a light blue long sleeved shirt and a scientists jacket he received from his father at the age of 5. he wears brown dress pants and black shows, and a pair of sunglasses to cover his eyes. he often carries around an umbrella, which helps him figure out were hills and corners are and such.

EYES AND APPEARANCE: riley is blind. you wouldn't know unless he took off his sunglasses, since he functions so well. he's lived his entire life without his sight, and while he'd love to see the world, he'd rather stay blind. if you are one of the few people who get to see his eyes, you would discover that they're an odd, milky blue, and are often narrowed in concentration. he navigated by touching the walls as he walks or in certain situations, he will throw pebbles in the direction he's going as a type of echolocation. moving on from eyes, riley is fairly pale, as he doesn't really tan, and spends a lot of time indoors. his hair is a big mass of brunette tangles that your hand could possibly get lost in if you weren't careful. as mentioned before, he's very skinny and incredibly tall, which applies for his face to. he has cheeks that cave in slightly, and a narrow jaw, but high and sharp cheekbones. a common comparison for him is an elf.

EQUIPMENT: keeps a knife in his back pocket, and his umbrella is often believed to be a weapon of some sorts (hidden blade in the handle)

PERSONALITY: riley is a completely uncaring husk of a human being. long story short, he's an asshole. to the few he cares for, he treats them much harsher than anyone else. he will say that they are expendable and easily replaced, when, in reality, he'd be lost without them. he drinks quite a bit to forget all of the mistakes he's made, and hates admitting when he's wrong. he had a very hard time getting along with others, and often spends his time just feeling things. despite his blindness, he loves to "draw", and by draw, i mean scribble on papers. "drawing" often calms his short temper.
— STRENGTHS: navigating through the world, listening for danger, describing noises, sassing someone
— weaknesses: opening up to people and sharing his feelings, making friends, explaining things, being nice in general, admitting his wrong, admitting when he needs help, actually fighting

INTERACTION: he's incredibly easy to fight due to his blindness, but incredibly difficult to trick. just because he's blind and can't see doesn't mean he can't hear or smell well. if you can actually manage to grab him long enough to fight him, then go ahead, but riley is a very tricky boy, and has been training to run from danger his entire life. if you do attack in, attack in BOLD POWDER BLUE

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if i am needed, [b]send me the link to the thread by pming it to me on my main account, dannychan, as that is the first thing i check.

[WOLF BITE]

[align=center][div style="background:; border: 0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12.5px;"]Roaming the streets wasn't an uncommon occurrence for the overseer, prone to patrolling the city in case there was a threat needed to be taken care of or someone who wished to join was looking for the alleged Northstar District. He had heard the tapping, bringing him to strain his hearing to pinpoint the source, following with his weight pressing onto the balls of his feet to quieten his footsteps. "Hello," he responded back, a blonde brow shooting upward as his eyes traced the scowled features of the younger, shorter man. "Is there something you need? Trade, shelter- what?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest.

[SITRI—]

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