THE LOST BOYS -- {DISTRICT ONE} //OPEN!

[semper]

Character Wanted: Ver Fontem, Quen Summers

Face claim: I might could reuse Adam Hicks but I can look for another <3

Your plans for the character: Ver’s parents wanted the stereotypical Career son, but when Ver was born he had one eye completely covered with a white, cataract-like film. The doctor said their son would be permanently blind in the one eye (since ‘ver’ in Spanish generally means ‘to see’ ehehhe yay irony) but his parents refused to let their picturesque idea of a Career child to go waste just cause their son had an awful eye. So from a very early age his parents tried everything they could to get Ver to see out of the one eye: pouring solutions, rubbing mixtures, forcing him to wear a patch over his good eye, etc. There were a few times his parents even tried to gouge out the eye – completely frustrated by the fact they couldn’t change their son to conform to their idea of what their child should look like – and it terrified him. Anything or anyone that got close to his face would freak him out. His parents would even lock him in his room; he had snuck up a chess board and other games since these lock ins usually lasted a few days so he taught himself each game and he eventually began to tap pencils on the ground in rhythms. Ripred did he love those rhythms. He gathered boxes and items with different densities and volumes and drummed on them, listening to the different sounds they made. His parents had drilled it into his head that he would be nothing more than a disappointment due to a deformity but the rhythms were something he alone created out of nothing and it thrilled him.

Obviously his parents didn’t like all the racket Ver was making so they took his makeshift drums away, and when he began beating songs onto the floor they took his pencils and sticks. When he used his hands on the floor they had him lay them out and they stomped on them. Because deformed Careers shouldn’t create anything, right? That’s all they ever told him: you’re a deformed Career – no, not even a Career, you’re a deformed wannabe. But Ver didn’t want to be a Career, he didn’t want to train to take away lives – he wanted two sticks and flat surfaces, a checkered board and pawn pieces, the whole outside world he had been so rudely deprived of due to his parents’ belief that he would somehow bring shame to them for just walking outside.

The third time they tried to gouge his eye out was when he bolted. Not once did he look back. The thrill of being outside, of being free, just overwhelmed him and about brought him to joyous tears. Ver didn’t mind being out on the streets, and all the taboos his parents told him about were suddenly just a few coins away. He quickly became attached to those taboos, namely drugs and alcohol, for the sole reason that they both let him experience things in a way he never dreamed possible. He finds a thrill in pushing the limits, disobeying rules, going where he hasn’t gone before. All he needs to be constant, though, is a pair of drum sticks and a checkered board.

Roleplay sample: hereee

Anything else?: Ooohh since Autumn likes the guitar then maybe he and Ver can make lovely music together? maybe Ver could tag along with Ender to bars to drink do some music idk idk

[gamemaker kelsier]

UPDATE!

Due to Gxk's inactivity, Autumn Flinn is also back up for grabs!

[gamemaker kelsier]

UPDATE!

Ommmmmmmg, Semper seriously, that was fabulous to read <3 Thank-you so much for the entertainment! Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut I'm sure the bio that you will write for him will be even better! Kire, I'm gonna need some more infor? Like legit plot ideas? Sorry, not to be picky. I just want to make sure it will actually work! <3333

[chelsey]

Character Wanted: (1st) Ver, (2nd) Quen
Face claim: someone good looking that I'm too lazy to search right now (TRUST ME DOE)
Your plans for the character: Ver beats rhythms into sidewalks or the bottoms of upside buckets the same way he'd want to beat into the chests of those bastards at school who used to bully him. He used to have an older brother, but he can't remember anything about him other than the fact that he, also, blended in to the crowd full of pointing fingers and mocking laughter. His hobbies include punching into brick walls in empty alleyways, and beating up his ex-classmates/bullies when he finds them stalking the streets at night. Fortunately for Ver, all that bullying has made him quick witted, almost as if he built a defense mechanism within him to swallow a bullet and spit it back out at the person who shot it at him, and at much more lethal aim, too. Unfortunately for Ver, that defense mechanism is also what prevents him from forming intimate bonds, and when he detects the slightest inklet of mockery, he either abandons or attacks that person all together (mentally or physically).
Roleplay sample: hi
Anything else?: HI I LOVE THIS PLOT

[cass]

Character Wanted: Autumnnnnn

Face claim: idek mang

Your plans for the character: Well he is a hypocrite, because even though he will argue with Ender and try and force/persuade Ender to get out of it and to just leave the addiction behind he feels as though he can never do the same. The Valium became a part of him when he left his home and after having Ender persuade him to give it a try it stuck. He didn’t mind the hallucinations the nightmares and the troubles it caused him. Some part of him felt relieved, they offered him comfort in a different way, they showed him the reality of the decisions he had made. The nightmares brought with them the stinging bit of the life he had chosen to live as he had turned his back on the family he had once had. Once upon a time he had been a very privileged boy, the best of his brothers. His parents had gazed upon him as though he was their pride and joy and he had been. He had been the better of the family, and he had liked that. He hadn’t really enjoyed the training as much as others had, but he had still participated, the cool, sharp weapons in his hands an extension of his body as his heart was an extension of his family’s hands. But then he turned nineteen and the call for his name never came and the light that had shone so brightly on him faded, growing on his other brothers. It was then that he fled, hands wrapped around his trusty guitar as he slipped into the night. The guitar came with him everywhere. It had always been a part of him since a young age. When his brothers were given a blade or a knife for their birthday he had begged his parents for a new set of guitar strings. The day the guitar was slipped into his hands was the day he kind of slipped away from the aggressive, straight forward grasp of any normal career. Maybe that was why he never volunteered, maybe it was why he ran away, maybe it was the reason why he had become weak enough to let a substance echo in his veins and destroy a part of him.

But really it was a gift. He had a group of friends that he could call family; he had his thin attachment to his family that gave him and his adopted sibling’s life. He played them music and he took upon him the position of mother hen, caring for the and sometimes he’d be far too protective and the boys would snap. He’d snap back, because sometimes he was tired, sometimes the responsibilities shovelled onto him by Ender just pushed the laid back boy a bit too far. But he’d always brush it off, because he does have that patience and kindest that never truly begged to be placed upon a career. He had a sense of music and that gave him a different look at life, he saw songs, puzzles and mysteries in the lyrics of a song. He was never destined to be all good though, but that was just who he was, and you can never truly trust the ones without a bad side.

Roleplay sample: ah ahaha ahahaha

Anything else?: nope nope nope except I think I fell for him and I’m sorry about my rambling .

I did the thing.

[semper]

Ver is doneeee <33

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[cass]

Autumn Flinn is done <3