Ms.Flair Posted February 19, 2018 Share Posted February 19, 2018 Appearance Name: Blake Charlie Age: 20 Personality: Blake has always been the spit fire fun type of person. Blake can show a short temper, and he can very stubborn if his views are challenged. + Cooking, Work/Job, Family, His mate - Assholes, Judgemental People, Cats Past: Blake didn't have a father after he showed as a omega. His father left his mother, saying that she was a disgrace to bring another one into the world. Cops were called, and his father was arrested. That was when he was presented as a omega at a young age. With his mother, she raised him on her own beliefs and even helped him learn others too. While in high school, he started to adapt to the new modern views like some of his friends who he still friends with today. Currently, he is living with his boyfriend and works at a local restaurant. Other: -Works in a restaurant in the kitchen and tends to work around alphas - He is trying to go to school for Culinary Arts [starter] There were many views and beliefs out there that made people think differently about omegas. The more modern ones, would cause issues for some people. One who believed in them, and it was Blake Charlie. Blake was working in the kitchen at a particular kitchen, with his hair in a hairnet while he wore his uniform. He worked alongside of others, like betas and even some alphas too. When working with them, their scent sometimes came off him and it would stick around. Blake tried to keep himself clean, and not come home smelling bad. - Later on, it was getting to be late afternoon as Blake was just exiting the restaurant with his things and umbrella. It was already raining, but he didn't mind that all. He liked walking in the rain, and he hearing the rain drop onto his umbrella while he was outside. Starting to walk out, he noticed one of his other co-workers was leaving too. He waved to them, as he started to walk away with his umbrella up. "Blake get your butt over here, I am driving you," his alpha co-worked called out as Blake decided against. "I rather not," Blake started but he was asked multiple times before he gave in. Getting into his car, he started to get driven home. They talked about their job, as Blake was texting his boyfriend. To: My Honey Bun Hey. I am on my way home, got a ride home so I'm not taking the bus in the rain. - Arriving at the shared apartment, he waved to his friend as he walked in while using his apartment keys. Getting inside, he started to walk toward his home on the first floor. Reaching home, he knocked on the door before he entered the house. "Honey Bun. Where are you?!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
aominecchi Posted February 22, 2018 Share Posted February 22, 2018 Appearance: Name: Jean Avery Age: 21 Personality: Jean is usually the quiet type on the outside, with his countless worries and stress concealed inside. Though, he can be stubborn at times too and make his opinion or disapproval known if needed. Overall, he is very kind and goes with the flow type of guy. To the people he is close with, he is more open and even becomes sarcastic. + Family, ethics and good manners, food - His job, entitled people, people in general Past: Ever since Jean was revealed to be an alpha, everyone within his family and circle had high expectations of him, always pressuring him to aim for the best. Moreover, his parents' strict upbringing taught him of the traditional values, such as knowing that Omegas are inferior to Alphas. This attitude caused a heavy toll to his personality, as he had become worn out of constantly studying, pretending to be pleasant and concealing his failures - which resulted in Jean to develop the personality he has now and thinking he is never good enough. Thankfully, his current live in boyfriend manages to take care most of his worries. Well, most. Other: Works as a trainee in an insurance company with multiple branches across the country. An inaudible yawn escaped from Jean's lips as he boringly stared at the clock across the wall and then rested his head on his palm. Just how many more hours does he need to work? This is definitely modern slavery, he thinks as he opens his desk's top drawer and takes out his cellphone to check for any new messages. Not that he was expecting any, but he had hoped for something to take his boredom away. Even a missile drill would be a blessing at the moment. Only that God isn't so benevolent and instead, the most obnoxious woman is sent to his 'office' that he co-shares with other three trainees. "Jean, darling." She leans close to his ear and Jean can feel her perfume stick to his body. There was a moment of disgust but he managed to hide it with a smile. "How may I help you?" He rolled his chair 180 degrees to face her and thus put some distance between them by using the leg room. "Print these. I need twenty copies of each." She demands, not even politely asks, and then tosses the stack of papers onto Jean's desk with a superior attitude before leaving. Was he being too obvious? Jean wondered as he attempted to withheld the urge to groan. Instead, he kept his smile and organized the stack in order before standing up. "Of course, just give me ten minutes." Jean replied and headed towards the printer, his gaze not once averting from the clock. At least he had material to occupy himself with until his shift ended, mainly murderous thoughts including Sonya - the 'Queen' of the office who is merely a secretary that preys upon trainees to do her deeds. She is not even an Alpha but a mere Beta. What has the world turned into? Does society no longer value tradition? Jean sighed in disappointment and before he realized, the copies had already been printed. He divided them appropriately and then placed them into separate files before leaving them on top of Sonya's desk on his way out, and took the elevator to the company's underground parking lot. Several minutes later, and while still on the road, he receives a text message from his boyfriend which he briefly reads before his face changed a million colors at once. Luckily, he had stopped at a red light and took the chance to reply back as swiftly as he could. To: My Lovely Pie WhaT Do you think you re doingkre. Are they alpha what if .they attack YOu you shou Fuck. Jean hastily hit the send button as the car behind him honked twice, since the light had turned green seconds ago. Obviously texting while driving is not safe nor... Grammatically correct. Still, Jean's thoughts were faster than logic as indicated by the wreck message. Moments later, he sends another. To: My Lovely Pie I am coming home, don't let them touch you. And so, he steps on the gas and hurries back home almost breathless, falling into the couch and submerging himself into the pillows before slowly starting to recollect his usual composure. He needed to attend gym, badly. And, had he not been half dead from running up the stairs to catch Blake, only to find just himself to be at home, Jean would have stayed to spy on his boyfriend and perhaps even kill the suspect if he attempts to touch even just a hair of his partners. Thankfully or not, there was a knock on the door, followed by the usual warm welcome. Though Jean was too tired to stand up, he simply waved from underneath the pillows and then motioned for his partner to come closer. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ms.Flair Posted February 23, 2018 Author Share Posted February 23, 2018 My character's picture now: The omega had not seen either of those texts, as he was too into talking with his friend. Back at the house, Blake walked deeper into the house, closing the door behind him. Walking over to him, the scent coming off the man as he moved to get closer. Blake stopped walking,as Blake pulled his phone out to see what he missed on his phone. Looking over the messages, he read them over before he placed it back into his pocket now. "Were you that worried that something was gonna happen? It was just a friend of mine worked the similar shift as me. It was a hard day in the kitchen," Blake said with a stretch of his body. Blake started to take off his uniform, as he threw them into a nearby chair. He would deal with that later. Standing in his boxers, Blake yawned a little. "When did you get home? You looked like you ran hard or something," Blake said with a shake of his head. Blake moved close to him, as he moved some of the pillows so he could see Jean's face. "There my darling honey bun,you look so cute right now even in this state," Blake said. Blake moved to his work pants, as he pulled out his phone to have it nearby him now. Blake looked around, thinking about it for a moment while he stayed in his boxers. "I think I am gonna throw on some sweats. I don't want to cold, and I don't think I need a shower or anything," Blake said out loud. Grabbing his work stuff, as he headed for their shared bedroom while he pulled out other things from his pockets. Placing them down on a side table, he started to look for something to wear. Looking around the room, "Oh where are those comfy soft sweats he bought me?" Blake asked himself. Blake didn't wear those suppressants but took them orally everyday. Blake remembered what he did, like how they met first. Thinking about it, he called out from the bedroom. "Jean! What do you want to do for dinner? You want me to cook and maybe help me out?"Blake asked out rather loudly from bedroom. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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