Thread:Roleplayy/@comment-39312933-20191002165535/@comment-40162417-20191005005217

(heeeeck I'm in a Valentine's Day mood right now because holidays, so here I am)

Name: Maris Irving

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance: Maris is slightly above average height, with slightly longer-than-usual legs. Her hands are slightly smaller than average, her arms being normal-sized. Her skin is naturally a medium-pale color, but it is darkened to a light tan from forgetting to use sunscreen. Freckles dance across her face (especially around her cheeks and nose, a bit like a half-mask), upper back, arms, the backs of her hands, and her shoulders. Her face is heart-shaped and fairly symmetrical, with notable (but not really too high) cheekbones and two larger-than-average upturned eyes staring ahead. Maris's eyes are a blueish green, with greener, lighter colors around the pupils. Almost unnoticeable flecks of a nearly sky blue color can be seen around the edges of the iris, though one would have to get very close to notice these--Maris isn't entirely certain they're there herself. She doesn't really have all that much muscle when compared to some others, and cannot run for a long time without tiring. (She never liked being extremely landlocked, anyway.) However, saying that she does not have as much muscle is not to say that she doesn't have much muscle; her arms are fairly strong, as she tends to swim a lot but refuses to pump her legs unless she's treading water or it's life-or-death. It's just one of those weird things about her. Her voice is on the medium end of soprano with the "stereotypical American accent" (that is, a Western accent for Americans), and she tends to speak slower or faster depending on her mood. Having her shout is surprisingly loud, to be honest, and she doesn't seem to know what a whisper is. Her hair is black, and reaches slightly down below her shoulders. It is wavy and not at all easy to comb, and couldn't really be described as overly soft. Maris doesn't really like wearing hair clips or typing her hair back, though she could if she really needed to. She smells distinctively of the ocean, and has unusually pointy ears for a person. Typically, her "casual" wear will consist of something like a sea green, turquoise, or sky-blue T-shirt and blue jeans/jean shorts, as well as tennis shoes and socks with the colors of the shirt. Her shirt may or may not have a saying or logo on it. "Formal" wear will typically be a turquoise of-the-shoulder flow-y dress that reaches slightly below her knees and black flats, or something similar. She hardly wears jewelry or other accessories, claiming she'll probably lose them, though having her dress up for "fOrMaL oCcAsIoNs" will probably change this. A few scars litter her legs, mainly around her ankles (she's slipped on rocks in the ocean multiple times, and the only one that isn't from this is that time when an angry stray cat scratched her), and several on her arms as well (including but not limited to: a small crescent-shaped cut from that time she was three and had an incident with a stapler, an even smaller scratch from that time she accidentally hit herself with a rock, and a mark on her shoulder where she failed at hiking and fell onto a rock. You've gotta love those rocks). When cold, she'll tend to move slower than usual, and seems quite tired. She's left-handed. Maris cannot wield melee weapons or shoot a bow and arrow, but she can hold her breath for almost three minutes (which, according to her, "may not be grand, but it's SOMETHING!") and swim more or less okay. ''More or less, Maris. More or less.''

Personality: Maris wouldn't exactly call herself extroverted, more ambiverted, and being social really depends on her mood. She can more or less handle crowds, though she doesn't really have much of a fondness for such large gatherings if she has to stay for an extended amount of time. She is fairly calm most of the time, and typically seems pretty friendly, though if she's had enough of something, she may choose to "recede" from the world and spend some time alone. This will probably just be a montage of her reading/watching things she likes and possibly splish-splashing in some water, as she claims water will always cool her down. (Whether this was intentionally a pun is unknown.) She tends to be honest most of the time and won't really tells lies, though if she absolutely must/it's life-and-death, she will not hesitate. She's a fairly loyal person, though it takes time for someone to actually worm their way into her heart--however, if someone betrays her at ALL, she will never trust them again and become very, very angry. It takes quite a lot for someone to make her very angry, and Maris doesn't exactly handle her anger well. She will scream, and smack, and just generally become extremely reckless without thinking about the consequences of her actions against that object of her hatred. Without thinking, she just might ruin entire lives with her anger. Maris doesn't really think about what might happen later all that often, and tends to leap without looking. She tends to go with the flow and doesn't really create schedules, though this isn't to say she wouldn't use them if someone really wanted her to. She is very determined, to the point of being very stubborn, and if she wants to do something, she will do it. She's pretty intelligent, though she tends to do not as well in math as other subjects, and her creative writing is more or less okay. However, she tends to do songs better than stories, and short stories better than longer ones (she has the attention span of a goldfish). She will automatically steer clear of anyone who is rude to others for no good reason, and tries not to let anything negative harm her. (Keyword here is tries.) An optimist, Maris tries to look on the bright side of things, as she believes that forever staring into the darkness isn't much fun and will eventually break her. She has slight pyrophobia, which isn't great when it's her turn to blow out the birthday candles, and a bit of automatonophobia, which means that you should never bring her to a wav museum, as she'll be extremely unnerved. This girl loves the ocean and marine biology, and will likely become a marine biologist in the future. Her favorite colors are shades of blue and green, and she's extremely interested in fish. In fact, when pushed off the edge, she may even scream her head off at people with goldfish in an uncleaned bowl (two terrible things, because "THOSE GOLDFISH! ARE! NOT! ADULTS! THE BOWL WILL MESS UP THEIR GROWTH AND THEY WILL BECOME SEVERELY DEFORMED!"). She enjoys kayaking and making things out of shells (in fact, her bedroom has about five shelves of all the shell things she's made), as well as collecting seaglass and fossils. She loves fossils/prehistory and enjoys learning about ancient species. A lover of the environment, she will go on and on for hours about how we need to stop polluting the oceans, the atmosphere, the forests. Maris doesn't have great self-control and often stays up way later than expected, so one can sometimes find her running on coffee. It must be iced, however. Must be. She secretly wants to start a career in singing, but she's a bit embarrassed and hasn't told a living soul.

Family: Her immediate family members are Christopher and Mary Irving (parents) and Adrian Irving (younger brother; he's nine).

Other: She's pan.

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(and a new kiddo of mine! Sorry for the relatively short form; he's new and I haven't written it out fully yet.)

Name: Rigel Hunter-Jones

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Appearance: Of slightly above average height, Rigel is kind of lanky with long legs/arms and an oval-shaped face. His dark brown, almost black, eyes are almond-shaped, and his features are sharp. He has high cheekbones and a slightly crooked smile. This boy is pale-skinned (he doesn't really seem to know what the sun is), and he bears few scars. His hair is often mistaken for black, when in fact it's just a very dark brown, cut short and with short, slightly tilted bangs that may or may not get into his face. Black, rectangular glasses often sit on the bridge of his nose. He'll often be seen with his nose in a book, and tends to carry them around with him. He has a distinct, kind of sweet scent of books and Starbucks coffee.

Personality: (still developing this, ahhh) Ambiverted and leaning towards the introverted side, Rigel doesn't really have many friends and tends to be seen as a loner. More or less friendly, he may unintentionally do something stupid and wind up alone again. Not shy so much as alone. He's very socially awkward. He doesn't stutter, however, and winds up practicing words over and over again in his head, trying to make everything perfect, and is quite the perfectionist. Fairly determined and stubborn, he wants to make sure he does everything just the way he thinks it should be, and will not give up under any circumstances. Though he tries to hide it, he's easily hit by guilt, and is the kind of person to stay up late at night and think over his mistakes. He knows some code and more about literature than the real world. If someone starts talking about something he likes, he'll likely start rambling excitedly and just generally be very happy. Bit of an insomniac.

Family: Mason Hunter-Jones and Jennifer Hunter-Jones (parents). He's an only child.

Other: Pan boi.