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Isaac Odair
work smart, not hard.



NAME: Isaac Odair

AGE: 26

PARENTS: Brennan Odair; 48; deceased
                      Jessica Odair; 51; deceased

SIBLINGS: Gemma Odair; 26; living

CLASS: Human

POWER: N/A

BIRTH PLACE: King Pierce, Lower District

CURRENT RESIDENCE: King Pierce, Lower District

OCCUPATION: Bakery Owner, Odair Bakery

 


PLAY-BY: Adrian Grenier

EYES: Brown

HAIR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5'11"

OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Though he may be a man of fairly average proportions, Isaac carries himself with a lazy sort of grace befitting of a large jungle cat, sprawling out over whichever space he finds himself in. Has a figure that’s naturally pretty lean, but not especially strong. His hair is curly and often sits in a messy mop on his head the very same way that it was whenever he woke up. His eyes are sharp and usually have a glimmer of some sort of mischief in them. It’s not at all uncommon for there to be some stubble on his jaw, as he either couldn’t be bothered to shave or forgot about it entirely. He cleans up well when he puts in the effort, though this doesn’t happen often. Prefers his clothes sturdy and soft, and likes steel toed boots and long sleeved shirts pushed or rolled up to the elbow.

STRENGTHS:

Clever, level-headed, steadfast, creative problem solver, excellent memory, business-minded.

WEAKNESSES:

Known to joke around instead of taking things seriously, can be very petty, holds grudges, quick to look down on people he disagrees with, dishonest when it suits him.

QUIRKS & HABITS:

Usually has some phase or other of a smirk on his mouth. Runs his hands over his face when he's nervous or thinking hard. Usually has a deck of cards on his person.

OVERALL PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION:

200 words minimum

CHARACTER HISTORY:

(at least 200 words)

ALIAS: Egg

AGE: 20

DO YOU AGREE TO THE RULES AND REGULATIONS?: Sure

HOW'D YOU FIND US?: I CREATE LIFE...and i destroy it

IS THIS YOUR FIRST CHARACTER? yup but my main is Egg

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Monday morning after Gemma visited was always an interesting one. Isaac rolled our of bed about ten minutes before the shop was about to open, changed his clothes, and brought his coffee downstairs with him into the shop, wandering through the shop and straightening boxes, making sure everything was in its place. Owning his own business had its perks, one of them being that even if he hadn't woken up on time, the shop didn't open until he said it did. He'd taken more advantage of that than was probably wise when he'd first come into possession of Amanuensis Quills, always being the vaguely lazy sort, but nowadays the shop was part of his routine. This was what he did.  

Thankfully, the siblings did less drinking now than they used to, and he was far more tired than hung over as he turned around the sign that declared him to be open for business and settled himself back down behind the counter. Customers trickled in and out of the shop, some making purchases, some just in to browse, and he struck up conversation with anyone who ventured near the counter. 

Everything was going about the way it usually did on a summer's morning, and it was looking like it was going to fade into a remarkably average summer's afternoon until someone he recognized came in. He knew that face, that bright red hair. He'd had this shop for six years, and every shopkeeper in Diagon Alley who paid attention to anything knew the kid who'd just walked in his door. He was a shoplifter, probably homeless, and usually only came through when school wasn't in session. Where Isaac's store only sold quills, a non-essential good that typically had a fairly low resale value, Isaac didn't see a lot of him. In fact, he wasn't sure he'd ever actually seen the kid in his store. But here he was. 

The shop wasn't busy, so Isaac was able to keep an eye on the kid and make sure he wasn't trying anything stupid. What he saw instead, though, was...unexpected. He was pretending to be an employee? Why? What purpose could that possibly serve? Why he was doing that quickly became less important than the next thing Isaac observed--he was really good at it. Like, really good. He stopped the kid from leaving--he knew that look, and he wouldn't be surprised if the kid was planning to lift the quill he'd just helped to sell some way or other--and looked him over quickly, taking his hand from the boy's shoulder when he was sure he had his attention.

"Look. I know who you are, and I know what you're up to." He said, taking a moment to gauge the kid's reaction. "And as long as you keep it to a minimum around my shop,  I really, really don't care. But I have a proposition for you. What I just saw you do just now, that was masterful. And I'm willing to pay you to come here regularly and do more of that." A job. He was offering this kid--Edward, apparently--a job.

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this application was made by dear agony, @ SP.

[Egg]

Nathan Crawford
hell is empty. all the devils are here.



NAME: Nathan Crawford

AGE: 31

PARENTS: Anton Crawford; 57; alive
                       Thea Harwood; 52; alive

SIBLINGS: (none)

CLASS: Human

POWER: N/A

BIRTH PLACE: King Pierce, Upper District

CURRENT RESIDENCE: ?

OCCUPATION: Drug dealer/gang leader/mutant collector

 


PLAY-BY: Brendon Urie

EYES: Brown

HAIR: Black

HEIGHT: 5'9"

OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

one paragraph minimum. char pic doesn't factor into this.

STRENGTHS:

Creative, business-minded, charming, clever, persuasive.

WEAKNESSES:

Manipulative, impulsive, selfish, cruel, condescending.

QUIRKS & HABITS:

here

OVERALL PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION:

asshole.

CHARACTER HISTORY:

(at least 200 words)

ALIAS: Egg

AGE: 21

DO YOU AGREE TO THE RULES AND REGULATIONS?: sure, why not

HOW'D YOU FIND US?: you know why i'm here.

IS THIS YOUR FIRST CHARACTER? Nope, and my main is Egg

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Pass.

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this application was made by dear agony, @ SP.