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[sVerrine]

Ok, so, my character.

 

 

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Name: John Twist

Age: 19

Favorite activities: Riding, smoking, playing poker, farming

Personality: Intuitive, stubborn, spontaneous and gleeful. He is usually easy-going, but can become quite forceful in certain situations. He is calm and hard to piss off.

Ambition: Being the son of a well-known farmer, who is respected by the people of his hometown and even outsiders, John's only wish is to be acknowledged as the only son suitable to inherit the family business. One would call him too ambitious giving that he is the youngest and least likable to be able to carry out the farming duties among the 5 siblings of the Twist household.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Name: James (Jamie) Brown

Age: 18

Favorite activities: playing on his PS3, watching movies, cuddling, baking.

Personality: Sweet, playful, might be a bit annoying, but overall a very merry person. He often tries to help out in things he doesn't know how to do, and that makes people dislike him - or just find him cute.

Ambition: Having grown up in the city, James' only wish was to own a cafe and live a normal life, maybe find himself a boyfriend. However, since his parents decided to move out into the countryside because of their health, and he couldn't really stay alone, having no work or money, he was forced to go along. He hopes to someday go back and start a cafe in his hometown.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

James still couldn't believe this was happening to him. He'd heard of these things happening in books, he saw them in movies, but he didn't think that'd really happen! He was actually moving to countryside. Leaving his crush, his friends, his school - everything was left behind, and that sucked. Well, okay, not really his school - his parents were nice enough to let him finish it before moving out, but stil... The brunet sulked in the car, listening to his mp3 with his legs on the backseat. He was pretty sure he'd hate it there.

 

"We're here." His father suddenly announced and he pulled one earplug out with a sigh. "I want to go back home." He repeated for what was probably the one hundred-th time. His parents didn't even say anything anymore and they all got out of the car... In front of some small, wooden house... And a bloody pig was staring at him. James gulped down quietly as he moved to the trunk, feeling the pig staring at him. God, he hated this. He already hated this so much. The boy just grabbed his bags and stomped into the house, absolutely dissatisfied.

 

"I'm so not going out of my room." He grumbled as he tried to pick out a room that wouldn't stink too bad and would at least have a wardrobe. He found himself one - he could paint it and it would be okay... There, he could store all of his, um, toys, in the drawer. It was no secret that he was gay - and that he was the one bottoming, no other way. Perhaps he hadn't had that many sexual relationships yet, but he was submissive in general. And his parents didn't seem to like him. One of their reasonings to bringing him here was to make him straight. Make him normal. And that was nonsense.

[sVerrine]

Not long after the dawn's beams of light, John woke up from a restless sleep and started to attend the animals while making mental notes regarding the next chores he had to complete until noon. His two older brothers were away on business together with their father who was supposed to show them the ropes.

 

John smirked sardonically -his two incompetent brothers were discussing the financial situation of the lands and how to manage the new machines which were meant to substitute labor work, while he was simply sitting there, cleaning the cow's dung. The thought infuriated him greatly, but he knew that confronting his father directly on this matter would lead nowhere. He closed his eyes, sighed and continued his chores without giving much thought to anything else.

 

No sooner had the clock hit the tenth hour than loud thuds were resonating clearly from the main mansion. The familiar sound of steps made John stop and direct his eyes towards the door. His sister, young, gleeful and vigilant, came running at him, a broad smile lighting her round chubby face.

 

"What's up?" John inquired. "Why so lively?"

 

"Guess what." She replied rhetorically. "Some city-boy came to town. Everyone talks about how loaded he is. This is the chance of my life, and I ain't gonna miss it."

 

John laughed loudly. "I'm glad to see you so dedicated. What can I say, wish you luck! Just promise me that you'll bring him here to meet him myself. I can't just let anyone marry my sweet sis."

 

The young woman gave away a cheerful smile and disappeared as quickly as she came by. John was surprised to find himself interested in this new character. A young loaded man coming to that no-name town was definitely unusual and will leave room for gossip.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

James spent fifteen minutes max in his room before he was called downstairs. Did they at least have the things needed to bake? He could probably pass his time baking in here. Hopefully. During all this time, all he managed to do was store a small part of his clothes in the wardrobe and single dresser. How was he going to fit everything he had in here?! There was a ton of sweaters, at least five different pairs of pants, shirts, button-ups, T-shirts, vests, shorts... Everything!

 

When he finally did walk downstairs, his parents were babbling something about how important it was for them to get farm animals and begin a garden or something like that. Rolling his eyes, the brunet grabbed his notebook and walked outside. Who cared about all that... He didn't want to even touch a goddamn pig. Not when they were staring at him in that absolutely creepy way. They were basically following his every move.

 

The boy found himself a peaceful place next to an Oak tree where he sat down and opened his notebook to write. He enjoyed writing poems sometimes... They weren't too bad, either. Most were sweet, all about love, a few about breakups and sadness. The young male was soon completely drowned in rhymes and words, in his own world right now. He couldn't see anything around him at the moment.