Klamoa Posted April 2, 2015 Share Posted April 2, 2015 [table=width: 500, align: center] [tr] [td] Name: Jason S. Carillo Nickname: Jay Age: 27 Gender: Cis Male Ethnicity: Hispanic American Eye Color: Grey Hair Color: Dyed Blond Orientation: Pansexual Position: Seme Occupation: Senior Aerospace Engineer Apt. Number: 189 Car Type: 2015 Jaguar F-Type Personality: Possessive - What's his comes first and foremost. Everything else? Not important. Damaging, touching, or taking his belonging happens to be the quickest way to igniting a short temper-focused fuse. [/td] [td] [/td] [/tr] [/table] [table=width: 500, align: center] [tr] [td] Witty - Regardless of his sailor's tongue (curse-words galore) and overall distaste towards much focused on the more snottily refined things of life, Jay has a good hand in conversation and upon further communication has no difficulty in flexing intellectual muscle if given the chance via humorous little metaphors or the like. Obstinate - What's wanted, is gotten. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. When something catches his eye or he has his mind set on one specific goal there's little that can go about altering his initial position on the matter regardless of how well his overall familiarity with the person attempting to dissuade him from doing so is. Stubborn doesn't even begin to define such a trait. Quirks: - Speaks in his natural tongue (Spanish) when provoked, angered, or flustered. - Hates the scent and taste of nicotine to the point that he'll scorn the people that use it frequently in his presence. - Loves the texture of new tattoos under his fingers. This is one of the multiple reasons he has so many. - Compulsively jots down thoughts on surfaces. Always carrying a pen, he'll scrawl out little things that catch his interest throughout the day on either pieces of paper or in his palm to read upon returning home. History: Temporarily unnecessary; although this can be revealed in the midst of the RP later on. Theme Song: [/td] [/tr] [/table] Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. It was at times like this that the childhood ambition to one day create a fleet of robotic attack pigeons didn't sound so bad. In fact, Jason wholeheartedly entertained the idea for a whopping three seconds as he buried his face further into the plush surface of his pillow; practically hissing out his distaste at the screeching of the alarm clock just an arm's reach away yet blaring ecstatically from its perch atop the mahogany bedside table cluttered with sheets of designs and annual reports from business partners. It was only after a momentously swift move made to lift his head just enough to slip his head underneath the aforementioned pillow to muffle out the cacophony of hell shrieking meant to wake him up for the day that a hand clumsily sought out the audible attacker to finally silence. Just five more minutes. Or well. Five more minutes that blossomed oh-so-beautifully into an hour. When the man finally came to of his own accord a little more than sixty minutes later he sluggishly sat upright to card a couple fingers through dandelion locks before just as sleepily standing. Bare feet stilled against the surface of chilled wooden floors. The cool breath of winter curling its way underneath the crack in the window to the outside world had welcomed in a frigid bite to the ground that stood in stark contrast to the bits of sunlight that flooded in through the cracks of the black curtains shielding the male's sleeping arrangements from daybreak. The diluted molten warmth that grazed his skin in thin patches were openly welcomed as he padded his way out of his bedroom and out past the main room, silently making a beeline towards the washroom. It was during a monetary lapse and come to in the midst of brushing his teeth that his mental checklist began. House keys, check. Files, check. Watch, check. Phone, ch--wait. Wait wait wait. Where was his phone? Brows pinching in thought, he quickly finished his morning grooming session before tugging on a pair of shoes; out of the door in record time as he continued to pat down his pockets as if half expecting the missing electronic to magically make itself known with his current endeavors at searching for it. Walking at a brisk pace with nose buried in the midst of a scarf wrapped tightly at his throat in a poor attempt to will away the chill for only a moment, smog-colored eyes grazed the parking lot with each little twist in turn until his vehicle came into sight. His beautiful hunk of metal. His car. His baby. His—eyes proceeded to narrow at the vague yet familiar 'scrrch' noise of aluminum on ductile texture. Aw no. Aw hell no. Years of training taught him the difference between an accident and deliberate scratching. Boots hitting the pavement with no barred hesitation, the blond rounded his car with a soft series of curses and mental fingers crossed that the act playing out through his head was being inflicted on the ugly; odd little discolored Buggy parked next to his. Maybe the guy's girlfriend had come back to get back at him for cutting it off with her. Maybe his neighbor's mom had come to get revenge for him not calling her up at the retirement home. Something. Anything but the suspicion that was gradually bubbling upwards and out from the back of his thoughts. Those hopes were, sadly, dashed out right before his eyes when the culprit behind the noise came into his line of vision. And more specifically, the key in the stranger's hand whilst his teeth visibly grit at the sight before a look of absolute disbelief flickered across his gaze. "Pedazo de mierda. What do you think you're doing?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
alexia__ Posted April 4, 2015 Share Posted April 4, 2015 Name: Leo Cornell Age: 25 Ethnicity: British Eye Color: Royal blue Hair color: Raven black Orientation: Bisexual Position: Uke Occupation: Surgical Resident Apt. Number: 188 Appearance His deep blue eyes contrast greatly against his white skin, due to lack of sun, and black hair. His body is slim built due to his height but he does not constant work out. The features of his face are quite sharp simply to intimidate others when he desires. He wears glasses and often seen wearing a trench coat with dress pants and a nice shirt. In other occasions he will match a white shirt with a cardigan and wear the lab coat over it. Biography Growing up without a mother was severely difficult for Leo, although his father loved him greatly and was always there, he did not gain motherly love. This was often reflected when he tried to make friends or develop a close relationship with anyone.Therefore, he'd kept dating to a minimum. He comes from a family full of lawyers and politicians, due to his love for science Leo decided to go into medical school and now works as a surgeon in a popular hospital. At first he was viewed as the black sheep but due to his constant work and recognition as a doctor he was in a way forgiven. Personality Logistical: Leo has the ability to work well under pressure, maintain a strong focus, and the innate ability to prioritize tasks according to their level of importance and strong leadership abilities. Much of the time he is a self-starter, works with minimal supervision, is loyal and trustworthy, and effective communicator. He will not do rational things. Observant: Often found looking and taking in information about the people that supply his life. Leo can quickly dismiss or invite anyone to become his friends, but because he does not have tat loyal bond with other he often taken little interest in relationships with other. Extra Leo is a workaholic who loves the stress of the moment and the rush of his work. Often told that he is taking a toll on his body but chooses to ignore it due to his nature. His usual shift in the hospital is of 28 hours and then he goes home. Life for Leo is very shut off of excitement and practical interest, often he finds himself hit with severe depression but lacks a way to communicate it. Now that it was winter the ratio of patients to doctors became unbalanced. For example normally the logical thing to do was give one or two patients to each doctor at a time, but winter being winter decided to change that. The doors to the Emergency room opened and closed so many times that day Leo wondered when they would fall, a mass car crash had occurred in the near by interstate and patient after patient was being brought in, not to mention the worse ones were deposited in helicopters. So again in normal weather this would have not been a problem, in general the brakes of the car would have done their job, now snow just made nasty, in this case slippery. Leo stood over a woman examining the large wound that covered half of her arm, the blood had stopped but stitches were definitely going to be needed. After informing her of this he called some nurses to prepare the devises for the job and while he waited someone called him to examine a younger boy. His large eyes were fully dilated and he immediately sent them to Neurology, the boy most likely had a concussion. "Please bear with me while we continue" he told the woman who then became more of a hassle than he had conventionally suspected. His car came to a stop in front of a white building with a colossal amount of floors, each one nicely decorated with a large crystal window to look down on. The lobby doors were also crystal. Quickly Leo took out his card and the doors to the parking lot opened, from above soft snow flakes feel down on his black Mercedes but they were not an inconvenience unlike the something else. "Are you fuc-- ugh seriously" he grunted in frustration at the car, that once again, parked on his slot. After some complaining he decided to park in 187's area, part of this was because he knew the older woman would not mind, at least not as much as he did. Leo took the elevator, got in the shower, changed into a pair set of scrubs and soon enough he was leaving the apartment again lab coat and keys in hand, a white scarf around his neck nearly covering everything but his blue eyes that now looked almost as tired as he. What occurred next could be called a spurt of the moment because Leo was simple so tired and irritated that all logical senses left him. All he remembered was going back to the parking area and seeing his spot taken by some other car, it flared like a fire and last thing he knew his house key had been places on the glossy paint of the car and a line had been made; visible like a white dot in a black paper. "Serves you right" he murmured with a devilish grim before the shout from a deep voice was heard make every sense in Leo's body come to life. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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