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Jan 02, 2014 10:15PM
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Scifi, supernatural, adventure, action
Holy...Sorry I had to do this or my parents might see her pic next time again...
Still! MY parents are... overprotective and bossy I guess...
Name: Arthur McOwenAge: 20
Gender: Male
Number/Position: College student, Archeology major
Appearance: A combination of dark brown and jet black hair in a wild and unruly way. He is well-built, although not overly so. With a height of 6 feet, he stands above most crowds and they’ll have to strain their necks to look at him in the face when they are at an extremely close proximity. Muscles that sometimes highlighted a scar across his shoulder blade, even as he hated it.
Personality: Intelligent and resourceful, although sometimes it's misused for negative reasons. Diamond-headed when it comes to something he strongly supports but if you knew where to poke and pry, you can probably get through him. Lazy at times but when he is very much interested in something, the adrenaline pumping through him to do it will be more than water in the sea and faster than photons in high-speed. Quite sarcastic and humorous, mostly triggered as a defensive system or to try and mock someone. Loves to stay awake as long as possible to just do non-beneficial actions such as toying with his gadgets and devices. Adventurous and very curious in anything he is interested in.
History: No one knows his past. Not even the people closest to him. And he planned to keep it that way.
Relationships: His father, mother and his very annoying younger sister. Emphasis the word "annoying". Although now he lost all connections to them and all he had was and Anderson, his best friend and his wife, Catherine. His father was killed in a raid in their house, his sister kidnapped and his mother dying of some unknown sickness not long later.
Likes: His position, speeding, swimming, reading, watching movies, mocking people's mistake, music, outdoor activities and taking things to the extreme.
Dislikes: People judging him, work, rules, chores and pretty much everything a typical guy would hate.
Others: ((Under... 'maintenance'))
((Haha no probs))Arthur was by a table, alone and away from the rest of them in the corner. He didn't want to mix with them. He wanted to think, or rather, sleep. Last night, he was so excited about their new artifact that he stayed awake until 2 in the morning. He slept deeper than the dead, and he honestly couldn't make out a reason as to how he woke up. The crew were nice people, so they didn't go around placing worms into your underwear.
Of course, he didn't notice Katrina entering the tent. He was half asleep and half awake, bordering between consciousness. Even his thoughts were slurred. Apparently, it took much longer than 20 minutes for two cups of Italian coffee to take effect. He was probably going to get a migraine after that, but he was still desperate to at the very least wake up. He couldn't afford to look sloppy at the meeting later with the dig leader.
Arthur almost spilled the black coffee all over himself when he jumped at her voice and realised he was actually sleep-standing. If that makes any sense, he thought with a yawn. He looked up and tried to blink away the sleepy tears welling up in his eyes. His eyes felt like they just got surgery on it, and he could barely keep it open and not blink. "Hi," he said, trying to keep another yawn from showing. "You look great," he mumbled. He tried to take another sip from his cup to find it empty. He yawned involuntarily again. "Sorry. I'm kinda sleepy now," he said, before another yawn escaped. He was probably breaking the world record of genuine yawns per minute.((I actually was like that once before o.O ))
It took him some time to register her compliment. He couldn't believe someone just complimented his looks. He almost NEVER got complimented upon appearance. He was about to reply before she continued talking, and he blinked and shut his mouth. That time, though, he didn't catch her speech. "Umm... yeah," he said with a sheepish smile, although he had no idea what she just said. "You?" he asked. He wasn't sure if the question she just asked could actually be mirrored, and he was in one heck of an embarrassment if it wasn't.
He gave a silent "oh" when she answered. Well, apparently he got a jackpot luck at guessing. Although he had no idea how to reply to the second comment. His brain was just blank. He couldn't even concentrate on her lips. "Wait, why am I looking at her lips?" he thought to himself, and averted his eyes, blinking away the watery tears of sleepiness. "I don't know. It might just be because they are warm?"
((Brb again!!! I cant squeeze in a long enough reply
He shrugged, his shoulders feeling oh so stiff. "Nope. I usually try to avoid that guy. I hate it when he..." he trailed off, trying to find the right word. "Judge," he finished finally. He linked a few more times as he started to feel the coffee kick in. Ah, finally some better awareness.
((Look, I never like to make decisions. I'm very easy-going, considering my bad history and experiences. Good explanation?I can only squeeze in so much. Want a long comment? Wait for a bit. I'm exhausted.))
((Yes, I would say why not. Of course, provided you stop judging me. If you don't like it, tell me in my face that you no longer want to rp and find another partner to continue this story. A big warning here that I will indeed continue being like this, so deal with it or follow the instructions above. Fair deal?))
Delete it. I hate it when people like you go around judging others, putting yiur noses in the air like some big shot who's more mature than others. Go ahead and delete this. I don't want to rp with such individuals, anyway.
