Just a thread for getting to know my characters. I will make short stories about them, to be able to make better reference sheets and such about them, so if people do not care, well, then there is not much surprise there. I might throw up some character sheets as well as the reference text and other stuff like that, when I get to finish it, but this will probably be more or less text. And I do not care about gramma, because it is just for - learning. And I will answer questions, if there are any (probably not, though). ----------------------------------------
[Disclaimer: I do not own any of the following characters, besides Cenere, I do not own AG (though it would be cool), and the world featured is just my version of AG as a city/world]
Cenere: He sat on the step again, leaning up against the door with a heavy sigh. A perfect ending for a perfect day. He was already freezing, and he should probably stay outside the next couple of hours. He curled up a little, trying to keep warm in the winter night. Everything seemed... terrible. Especially having no coat or boots... He stared emptily at his worn out greyish black sneakers, both of them already cold and moist from the snow, his toes like ice cubes just from the walk from the tavern. Not that the rest of him felt any better. The dark blue sweatshirt was too short, seemingly because he had grown in length, not in width since he got it. It was too big over his shoulder and around his waist, but too short in general, exposing his wrists and lower back to the cold. The ugly faded yellow t-shirt did not help anything here, nor did the pair of baggy, huge pants he had gotten from his cousin, a larger, stronger build person. As it was now, he could hardly wear them without them hanging around his knees, even when wearing a belt. He sighed once again, being ever so tired and just a tiny bit hung over. Nationality was a nice concept in taverns that served alcohol, but somehow he always ended up using too much money on too much to drink. And now he couldn't even get to bed... Stupid lock, stupid lost key, stupid.. Him. He wondered where they could be, but lacked the concentration to think properly. He pushed up the glasses, moved some messy bangs from his face and stared into the snow. Maybe... Nah, Zophia was sleeping, he couldn't wake her now. Strop might be awake, but probably working late as usual... He rose, his butt being more or less numb from cold, and walked around a little, trying to think and gain some body heat. Thoad... Thoad would be mocking him for loosing the keys.. Skater would be sleeping as well, slliM... Probably finishing up a work of art, he couldn't interrupt people working... Crimson, Xzeno..? Not a choice as it was... He sat again, blinking slowly, the muscles in his face being stiff from cold. KingRyan, maybe? He had his archives, and again, interrupting people was a no-no... He wondered if there was anyone else to bother at this time at night, pulling up his socks for the random. Back to a tavern, maybe? Could be a solution, but most of them were probably closing up now, and only the disgusting ones would be open past three. He rose again, beginning the long walk back to the city, hoping to find someone who would and could help.
... "Thanks for finding me." He smiled at Zophia tiredly, looking at the dinner the moderator had bought for him. 'Couldn't you just have called or something...' She looked worried, frowning at the look of the young man stuffing his face like he hadn't eaten for days. 'Short of money again?' The embarrassed silence answered the question completely. She let out a heavy sigh. 'When did you last eat? Yesterday?' She sounded a little angry, but more worried than anything else. "More like... the day before that, but I, I did eat breakfast yesterday." She sighed again, looking around in the half empty tavern. 'And yet you used money on alcohol, didn't you..' "It wasn't much, it wasn't expensive..." He sounded a little desperate, the cold and the experience itself still filling his mind. "Could I sleep at your place? On the couch or something?" He blinked, looking at her with empty tired grey eyes. 'I think we should try and find your keys instead.' "Mmkay..."
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Awesome! I love stories about AG. And I'm in it! Lol, working on a piece of art... You mean procrastinating on a piece of art. Interrupting procrastination is a big no-no Cen! Bad! loljkplzthnxbai.
Oh and btw... slliM talks like this <text>. *hint**hint*
well I do remember when there was originally a story about AG made by Mentorso which was quite popular.I wish it had continued on,but this is quite interesting to say the least Cenere.
Well, I have no reason not to make one, but I have this little project to finish first. Oh, and: Cen is not an alcoholic > <! He drink a little once in a while for losening up, and for parties, always ends up with a hangover, even after drinking little. The lack of money is course by him being a freelance artist (not getting paid that much), and basically paying his rent with competitionmoney from the Art skill comp. I think Strop's definition was "Poverty stricken artist".
Hmm, was pretty much thought as a thread for me to throw up small stories to get myself to know the neglected characters, but I guess it would be okay?
Since this is for your particular characters, I'll have to make a thread for EVERYONES characters...later that is, I gotta finish a huge ass semester assesment for history :P Wish I had done that review, but I liked this unit, so I think I'll at least get a B.
Aww, poor neglected thread... It need random characterbabbles....
So, to test if I have any idea of how to portray Strop:
"Hmm, interesting." The pony gazed inside the flat before entering. He stood for a second in the kitchen, slightly stunned by the huge pile of dirty dishes near, and in, the sink, before wandering into the livingroom / bedroom. The entire floor was covered by clothes, paper, books and more paper, and it took at least some of his ninja skills to get from one end of the room to the other without stepping on any of it. "You might get more company, if you cleared out the mes.. your stuff." He poked the pile of duvets that lay on a low bed. As he didn't get any respons, he poked it again, a little harder this time. "Go'way..." "Now now, that wasn't very polite when you have guests." He giggled to himself, trying to find the place inside the pile where the muffled voice had come from.
"Leave 'e 'lone..." "Aww, come on! It is a new, wonderful day! It has been snowing the last four hours!" The pony began pulling off the duvets, until only one was between him and the curled up human, who had been cursing at him the last couple of minutes, though in a nonserious way. "Don't be such a child, you need fresh air! And there is snow outste, like, real snow!!" He waited a second, but as there was no reply, he just got a good hold in both duvet and what was underneath it, and pulled it off the bed. "STROP! For the love of God!" Cen rolled over and rose, looking slightly... annoyed. "Oh my, your clothes are so... Ugly." The pony stared at the oversized crappygreen tshirt. The young man stared tiredly at him, pretty much with a blend of "I sleep now" and "Drop dead". "... What do you want, besides dragging me out of bed and making fun of my clothes..." "You know, it has been snowing for like four hours now, and it justkeepscomingandit'sallwhiteandcoldandallandit'sreallyfunto *gasp* playwithbecauseitformsreallyeasilyandhaveyouevertriedtothrowit? It'sreallygoodforthro... Cen?" The ninja looked around, wondering. "Where are you?" His ears moved a little. "Toilet, do not go out here." "Ah, okay." Strop scratched the back of his head a little, before beginning to, innocently and without leaving evidence, of course, look through the papers and books on the floor.
