Unknown was somewhere not too far away, carving marks into the surface of a tree.
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Plague Sick
Plague Sick's thoughts had changed to tomorrow. It seemed weird that they had always been able to get over incidents really fast. It almost scared him to think that if Bladey did die, would he have gone back to just having a normal day after the next day? -
Bladey just kept where he was, just sitting and twiddling his thumbs, not really bothering to look back up at Plague Sick.
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OOC: Just gonna put this here despite not using the form..
Name: Plague Sick / Layton Everette
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-nine years old
Appearance: Plague Sick has a pretty average height and weight for his age. His body type isn't very muscular, but it's not lithe or agile, so he has a good balance between the two. His skin tone is pretty normal, as he gets a dose of sunshine now and then, when he feels like it. He has greasy and scruffy dark brown hair that he seems to just pull back with his fingers. It tends to stick out everywhere so sometimes he let's it do what it wants. He has a little bit of matching hair on his chin and stubble covering his jaw line and above his lip, which he seems to always scratch at and he usually describes that "it gives him a stereotypical drug dealer look". His eyes are a slightly darker shade of green, but seem to stand out a little bit at the same time and just above his left eye, he has a small scar that cuts through his thick eyebrow. Overall, he looks to be careless practically all the time. Plague Sick wears an over-sized plain black sweatshirt with a large hood that he normally wears over his head and old, torn drawstrings. Underneath of it, he just wears a white shirt and with the shirt and hoodie, he wears black jeans that aren't all that baggy on him, but it's no surprise to see the black band of his underwear sticking out. He also wears a pair of plain white Keds that are covered in dried mud, dirt, and so on with the laces, rather than being tied, tucked inside the shoe. Over his face, he wears a visibly old and cracked plague doctor's mask that may or may not be a prop (who knows?), that cover dark marks underneath of his eyes from his sleepless nights with the cloudy lenses.
Personality: Plague Sick could come off as a little distant and distrustful of you when you first meet him, kind of like the guy who hangs around his friends but doesn't like their other friends. When he warms up to someone though, he's pretty social and friendly. He'll try to crack jokes or say something funny, but describes his sense of humor as dumb, or at least the stuff he says is dumb. He also has his fair share of dirty talk and dirty thoughts, just like anybody else. That doesn't show too much though, as he doesn't want people to think he's some perv with no life. On terms of romance, however, Plague Sick is only sexually attracted to people who he's known emotionally, but is open to date anybody. Finally, although he seems like he's a fun person, or maybe annoying if he's not your type, he knows when he needs to be serious and is also very sensitive. He can't stand being departed from his loved ones and is the kind of person who would cry about it. So, overall, he's just a freak that cries when nobody's around, just to sum it up.
Weapon(s): Two TOPS knives
Ability(ies): Easily able to climb trees when he wants to and stealth when he needs it
Significant Other: Bladey
Crush: None, technically, since he has a significant other
Other: A casual form with a casual character.. -
Ooc: *slowly drags him towards me*
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OOC: I am pleased that you're satisfied with the results.
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Ooc: *pats his head*
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OOC: *also pats him* At least now you actually look old..
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Ooc: It would be funny if the other sometimes referred to him as the Drug Dealer.
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OOC: Yes it would.. or if he was approached by some stranger who thought he was one.
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Ooc: That must happen.
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OOC: Poor Plague Sick.. always getting criticized.
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Ooc: Yep.. *pets him*
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OOC: But, oh well, it's funny anyways.
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Ooc: Indeed.
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OOC: Shall we continue?
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Ooc: Yes.
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Plague Sick
Plague Sick straightened up his posture a little bit while he started to look around, noticing the absence of some of the other proxies. -
Unknown was crouched on a tree branch, now looking down at the two.
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Plague Sick
Plague Sick looked a little confused at first, but then just figured they were doing what they were supposed to.