Personification Life OOC IX [CLOSED]

[The Carlisle]

Sorry I haven't been active in the IC at all. I'll get something up tonight. Can someone tell me what is going on?

It's the morning after Zalfofest and all through the Building the characters are preparing for a Templar Thanksgiving. That is to say, we're getting our characters out of bed and into the Templar ships. Change of Venue day.

Oh dear. Kale is gotta hurry.

[Tiltjuice]

Like the powdery clump of undissolved creamer in the bottom of your gas station coffee... I am the unexpected-yet-expected phantom.

Asians and their funny characters! You may think 耳廓狐 means fennec fox, but I know differently.

Once upon a time there was a ladder with a broken leg. It looked just like this: 耳

If you climbed it, you'd find yourself in a busy little kitchen tended by a sweet little grandma that minded the stove while keeping her back to the wall. It looked just like this: 廓狐

One day an old man came in. He leaned on her counter and stared at her a while, like so: 情

"What are you looking for?" she asked.

"Don't you remember me?" he replied.

She stared at him a while, her eyes stripping away all the lines life had etched on his face. Then she knew, and became excited, like so: 笑

The end.

That story is worth a penguin.

[Rygondria]

so what am i suppose to do?

[Fvaarniimar]

so what am i suppose to do?

Well, you could have Reginald reply to Kwa'a. She's attempting to talk to him.

[Swith Witherward]

That story is worth a penguin.

[Swith Witherward]

Oh noes! Sorry Min. I thought the scene between Mez and Marcus had ended so I shuffled him off to the group. Thanks for a good cover!

Cer was planning a Mab reply, though, so I didn't touch it. He was going to respond and then transition them, I think.

[Tiltjuice]

That story is worth a penguin.

[Rygondria]

so what am i suppose to do?

Well, you could have Reginald reply to Kwa'a. She's attempting to talk to him.

ok

[Fvaarniimar]

Well, you could have Reginald reply to Kwa'a. She's attempting to talk to him.

ok

That being said, we should make the conversation pretty short! Ships are here, and while I think we can get away with a few posts and they'll help transition, it would likely be smart to get all of our characters packed and leaving the Building within the OOC night if not earlier.

(OPs/Co-OPs, feel free to correct if I'm wrong.)

[Northwest Slobovia]

Otay. In this case, I'm gonna push off the arrival of the Vogon Constructor Fleet Templar ships until Swith's avatar has said his piece. Because.

Do what you need to. And personal advice from me, don't let the fast pace of the RP overwhelm you. There are times when maybe there will be 2-5 post in a day, and others when there is 20 - 50 posts in a day. Again, take your time, you have all you need.

I'm gonna need it. I write very slowly. I mean, I type fast enough, and I can pound out non-fiction on stuff I know pretty quickly, but writing fiction...? Fuhgeddaboudit.

[Fvaarniimar]

Do what you need to. And personal advice from me, don't let the fast pace of the RP overwhelm you. There are times when maybe there will be 2-5 post in a day, and others when there is 20 - 50 posts in a day. Again, take your time, you have all you need.

I'm gonna need it. I write very slowly. I mean, I type fast enough, and I can pound out non-fiction on stuff I know pretty quickly, but writing fiction...? Fuhgeddaboudit.

Polar opposite with me on last two - also write slowly and type fast enough, but I find that I can do fiction pretty quickly and easily. Nonfiction... Much worse.

[Northwest Slobovia]

I'm gonna need it. I write very slowly. I mean, I type fast enough, and I can pound out non-fiction on stuff I know pretty quickly, but writing fiction...? Fuhgeddaboudit.

Polar opposite with me on last two - also write slowly and type fast enough, but I find that I can do fiction pretty quickly and easily. Nonfiction... Much worse.

Ah... hm. I know people who can just crank out fiction, but they're professionals: write stories for money and other silly things like that.

Anyway, I'm done for the night. I'll probably be reading this thread for a little while more, but no more IC from me until tomorrow sometime.

[Mincaldenteans]

Oh noes! Sorry Min. I thought the scene between Mez and Marcus had ended so I shuffled him off to the group. Thanks for a good cover!

Cer was planning a Mab reply, though, so I didn't touch it. He was going to respond and then transition them, I think.

He still can, I left a wide berth in between -nodnod-

[The BranRiech]

I'm spending the night at a friend's place. Swith, will you please move my characters to the ships when they leave? I won't be able to post until tomorrow.

[Swith Witherward]

I'm spending the night at a friend's place. Swith, will you please move my characters to the ships when they leave? I won't be able to post until tomorrow.

I surely can! Have fun at your friend's house! Stay warm!

[Giovenith]

Wanted to share this.

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

Looks like Tsu's gonna be the odd one out at the ball this year!

[Germanic Templars]

So, everyone on the ship then?

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

So, everyone on the ship then?

I haven't made a post for Tsu,cn we just say she is? I don't want to waste time.

[Monfrox]

So, everyone on the ship then?

WAIT!

Am I supposed to bring everyone?

[Tiltjuice]

Goodnight >yawn<

[The Carlisle]

So, everyone on the ship then?

WAIT!

Am I supposed to bring everyone?

Everyone and their mothers!

[Germanic Templars]

So, everyone on the ship then?

I haven't made a post for Tsu,cn we just say she is? I don't want to waste time.

Ey, that we can du.

So, everyone on the ship then?

WAIT!

Am I supposed to bring everyone?

*shrug*

[Shahansh]

Your NS Nation's Nickname: Do I have to have one? If so, Shahan.

Character Name: Matthew Jarretta

Character Gender: Male

Character Species (nation personification, human, alien, etc): Human

Character Physical Description (height, weight, apparent age, actual age):
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 183 lbs.
Apparent Age: Mid 30's
Actual Age: 28
Description: He looks a bit Italian, thanks to his ancestry. He has short, messy, dark brown hair, light wrinkles on his forehead and under his eyelids, tired, blue-gray eyes, and a shit-eating grin on his lips. He has a rather average build, though it's hard to tell through his often baggy clothing. He's usually wearing an aged leather jacket, dirty jeans, and a pair of old, rounded, steel-toed boots. Quite toned musculature adds a few pounds to his frame. His constant slouch and baggy eyes make him appear somewhat tired.

Primary Skill or Power: Enhanced Durability: The guy is essentially a human tank; it takes some serious firepower to take him down. The average person would pass out from exhaustion before they could take him down in a fistfight, and he can shrug of most non-lethal stab/gunshot wounds.

Power Weaknesses/Flaws: Matthew is slow as hell both in and out of combat, which can be a problem, seeing as anyone with even slightly above-average agility can dodge his attacks with ease. On top of this, though he's quite good at shrugging off damage, the damage he is dealt takes far longer than normal to heal properly.

Secondary Skill or Power: Enhanced Stamina: He keeps in excellent shape due to the fact that he can keep going for hours.

Power Weaknesses/Flaws: He can keep going for hours on end, but hunger, thirst, lack of sleep, etc. will increase his fatigue very rapidly, and when he does tire out, he has to take more time than the usual to recover. This can leave him completely incapacitated for extended periods of time.

Character Background/Biography: Matthew Luke Jarretta was born to a pair of middle class parents in Queens, NYC. Sound a bit dull? Well, that's a good description of most of Mr. Jarretta's younger years. Even his attitude exuded dullness, with just a hint of a sourpuss undertone. He didn't like playing with other children, barely spoke, and preferred to be by himself. He wasn't a bad child, per say, he was just...apathetic. And a bit of a loser. Indeed, even from a young age, it looked like Matthew was going to be a real average joe.Then he was hit by a car.
It wasn't a severe hit, mind you, but it was certainly hard enough that the driver had every right to freak out when 12-year-old Matthew simply stood up and stared at him, a complacent look on his face. Perhaps due to the shock rattling his mind, it took young Matt a few moments to realize that he...really shouldn't have been standing. After a brief and highly uncomfortable exchange with the still-shaken driver, Matthew started heading home, ready to put the whole ordeal behind him. This, unfortunately, didn't happen, as the driver refused to let the young boy leave without calling an ambulance. Though both Matthew's family and the driver refused to believe that there was nothing to worry about, the doctor told them just that: the kid only had a few scratches and bruises.
Now, it would have been easy to shrug off as a simple stroke of luck, which was what most of the people involved decided, but Matthew remained oddly unconvinced. Maybe something deep inside of his soul knew his true power, or maybe Matthew was just stupid, but he immediately set out to test just how much of a beating his body could take.
Days and weeks came and went, and Matthew slowly tested just how much damage he could stand. He started off slowly, a bit of rooftop jumping here, a little insurance fraud there...although, it wasn't long before he started testing on some more "extreme" levels, like jumping from much higher rooftops and stabbing himself. It took until he suffered only a fractured rib and a broken elbow landing on solid concrete from a 9th story hotel room, but eventually, Mr. Jarretta decided that he likely had superhuman durability. However, he did nothing with this newfound knowledge, being the apathetic, boring loser he was. Life went back to the way it used to be, and it seemed that Matthew's life had returned to its previous state of simplicity. And then came high school.
Matthew was a fat child, but when the testosterone started seeping into his bloodstream and the estrogen started seeping into the lovely local girls' bloodstreams, he decided some weight loss would do him good. Now, it wasn't that Matthew wanted to exercise for hours on end, it was just that he could, and he also believed that excessive workout sessions would make him lose weight faster. He would spend almost all his free time at the gym, listening to his funky early 2000's grunge music and ignoring the gym owner's requests that he stop "overexerting" himself. In fact, Matthew took some offense to the owner's request. He was most certainly not overexerting himself! Hell, it would usually take a full afternoon before Matthew would even break a sweat. He'd never even thought of this as unnatural. He just assumed that everyone in gyms worked out this much, and up until his freshman year of high school, he just assumed that everyone at the gym spent this much time getting in shape. It took some convincing, but eventually, Matthew realized that, not only could he jump from a 9th story window, land on concrete, and survive, but he could also get up and run four miles to the nearest hospital to fix his broken ribs. He developed a shit-eating grin during this time, a grin that, when viewed, made even passing strangers feel angry and upset, as if he was making fun of them by curling his lips. The thing is, he was doing just that, to a degree. He was sure, no, he knew, that he was better than anyone else that walked into that gym. He knew that he could win any race or fistfight that came his way.
If you couldn't tell, Matthew was becoming a bit of an asshole. Hell, he almost went out of his way to prove it. He bought a pair of boots, a stupid amount of white wife beaters, and tore every pair of jeans he owned. But it wasn't right just yet. No, he needed something especially douchey to top it all off. So, he took his grandfather's leather jacket (which, conveniently, fit like a glove). He had done it. He was now the ultimate bad ass.
His attitude stayed awful and his ego kept inflating through the rest of his high school career. Eventually, though, the years went by, and Matthew was given a full scholarship to a nearby university to join their track team. Looks like the bad guys finish first, right? Well, not exactly. Turns out that being a jerk and flexing your muscles doesn't count for a lot in college, and Matthew dropped out before the end of his first semester. Even worse, his parents refused to let him move back in. Matthew started getting desperate at this point, going as far as to look up old "friends" from his days in high school and attempting to bum off of them. Not a single one let him in.
Matthew was unsure what to do with himself at this point. He'd literally fallen from the top of the world down to the lowest point of his life within a month. No job, no home, and nowhere left to turn to, Matthew just gave up. He festered in the streets, begging for change and living off of soup kitchens. He spent longer than he cares to admit like this, wallowing in his past, cursing the names of those who damned him, and just generally being a miserable pile of flesh. That is, of course, until he stopped. Why'd he stop? Even he doesn't fully know, but one day, he simply decided he'd had enough, scrounged up some money, left New York, and started traveling. Hitchhiking, flying, and sailing everywhere he could.
Talk about a changed man. His time traveling the world made a broken and miserable homeless man living in the past into a fully-functioning, proud member of society. He was introduced to many new ideals and cultures, he tried new foods and met new people. However, one particular ideal caused his life to take a complete 180° turnaround: live for the now.
Live for the now. It essentially tells you not to dwell in the past or future, and let things come as they come. That's how Matthew interpreted it, anyways. It's funny, to anyone that knew him, he would have seemed to be the person he was as a child. He was reserved and reclusive. Although, he still had that stupid, shit-eating grin and bad outfit, but he slouched more. He kept to an easier, slower pace. Essentially, though it may not look it from a first glance, he'd found peace with himself. It took five years and a lot of hitchhiking, but his life was back on track.
He headed home shortly after this revelation, back to New York. He rented and apartment and went from crappy job to crappy job, and everything was okay again. Except...he didn't feel right. He wasn't sure why for a while, but it gnawed at him constantly. It came to him one day as he was in the middle of one of his daily meditation rituals he'd picked up at some point during his travels: he didn't want to be here. There was so much else to see in the world. Why would he stay in boring New York? He knew New York. He wanted to go somewhere else. So, he packed up his bags and, just as he had before, left New York behind, except this time, he planned on finding somewhere to settle down.

Why the character is in Bielefeld/Occupation: Pure luck, really. He was planning on settling down anyways, and Bielefeld seemed just fine to him. He takes whatever jobs he can find, though he does well where a lot of physical work is necessary, naturally.

URL to Apartment Picture: https://imgur.com/n410fBz

Link to RP examples: (this MUST be a DIRECT LINK to your IC post in an RP, NOT a link to the RP thread itself. If you don't have examples, make your biography good.) I don't have any on hand, apologies.

IMPORTANT:
One paragraph that sums up your character. This paragraph is what we'll use on your player tab on the first page of the thread. This MUST be brief. Your tab will contain a link to your application so people will have full details: A bit reclusive, a bit sour, and a lot apathetic, Mr. Matthew Jarretta really just wants to settle down and live out the rest of his life in piece. He's a pain to be around at times, in part thanks to his snarky attitude and unbearable shit-eating grin. He has superhuman stamina and durability, but he keeps those factoids to himself. Though he may be slow to warm to people, slightly smelly, dirty, badly dressed, hard to start a conversation with, and generally lazy, he's the perfect person to come to when things are too crazy to keep track of.


Also, I may be slightly inactive for my first couple of weeks here. College finals are evil.

[Swith Witherward]

Wanted to share this.

Woah.



GT... nope. Some people haven't been able to post yet.