Posts by Snowlight

ACTIVITY >>
7/10

MUSE >>
generally high with random bursts here and there

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NAME >>
aspen shane

AGE >>
24

GENDER >>
male

EYE COLOR >>
brown

BODY MODIFICATIONS >>
besides the occasional scar here and there, none

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PERSONALITY >>
aspen is a kind, gentle soul that doesn't like to impose on others. he has a keen sense of empathy and can easily read how others are feeling around him, and due to his soft soul, he's quick to try and help or comfort others. some have called him "weak" for this, but the way aspen sees it is that the world everybody lives in is already so harsh, so if he could be a bright spot in a sullied place, then that would define his existence. aspen does his best to try and keep positive, as he's naturally an optimist, but even he gets his down days and needs the company of friends to pull him back to his feet.

open-minded
aspen is rather open to nearly all ideas and considers himself as always learning about the world around him. because of the effect on humanity that the discrimination has, he is bound and determined to make sure he never judges somebody by a quality they cannot help or something that is completely unfair. after all, considering that he is of the lowest rung of the social ladder, aspen holds this value very closely to his heart.

synesthete
aspen has chromesthesia, a type of neurological condition called synesthesia that triggers his sight whenever he hears sound. voices, alarms/buzzers, music... anything that causes sound has a color and/or shape to him. the colors/shapes only exist in his vision for as long as the sound plays, so once the noise is over, they disappear as well. he cannot see his own speaking voice except for when it's played back to him on recording, but he sees his singing voice clearly. his condition is harmless most of the time, but too much noise can cause him to not see clearly with all the colors he's experiencing, and it can cause him painful migraines. aspen doesn't consider his chromesthesia to be odd since he's had it his whole life and it's what he calls "normal" to him, and he uses it to his advantage when singing and making music.

patient
given his generally gentle nature, aspen is also very patient. he is slow to anger and even slower to say he hates somebody, but if they do get on that very short list of people he hates, then they will never be on good terms with him again. aspen is the type of guy to not mind if you're running late for plans you made with him, or if you have to cancel on him suddenly. he isn't a doormat, but since he's keen on others' emotions, aspen can understand how another person feels and thus acts accordingly. as such, his empathy and patience go hand-in-hand. his patience also aids him in dealing with all the discrimination he has to go up against with being brown eyed.

LIKES >>
→ listening to/creating music
→ adores singing
→ sweets, particularly cookies
→ meeting new people
→ books (mostly history or science)
→ exploring abandoned buildings
→ spontaneity
→ winter

DISLIKES >>
→ the discrimination
→ uptight people
→ too much noise/loud noises
→ hot or humid weather
→ deceitful people
→ being touched without direct permission

FEARS >>
→ the discrimination outliving him
→ finding himself all alone in the world when everything is said in done
→ running into his parents again

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BRIEF HISTORY >>
aspen's parents -- anderson and pamela shane -- are gray eyed folk, obviously of very high social standing. however, his mother was having an affair on the side, seeing a brown eyed delinquent while her husband was clueless. when pamela became pregnant, anderson had no inkling to assume that the child would be anyone else's, but pamela knew better. being the wicked woman she was, she avoided her brown eyed lover for some time, until she falsely accused him of seducing her and impregnating her. anderson was furious and naive, thinking that his wife couldn't have been to blame for this, so as a result, he used his social power and had the brown eyed man killed. now, the couple could only wait for the child to be born. if the baby had gray eyes, they would consider keeping it and kicking it's mixed heritage under the rug so to speak, but if the baby were to have brown eyes, they would cast the child out due to shame. sure enough, aspen was born on the fourteenth of december with dark eyes. as promised, anderson and pamela secretly sent their child away to an orphanage.
aspen grew up in an orphanage for quite a while, but after it got shut down, aspen found that life on the streets was all he had left to turn to as a person with brown eyes. he grew up on those back alleys for years, learning and perfecting the art of thievery and pilfering only what he could to survive. eventually he found work as a servant/errand boy for a local bakery, where he worked for many hours with relatively poor treatment from the employer. after saving up as much as he could, aspen left that job and got himself an apartment, though nothing extravagant. aspen still steals, though he sticks to his rule about only taking what he needs (such as food) and "sharing the wealth" whenever he finds somebody else suffering from the discrimination just as he is.
he absolutely abhors his parents for letting society dictate whether he was worthy of being loved or not by them, and though he doesn't know what they look like, aspen has a healthy dose of fear that he'll somehow run into them again.

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PARENTS >>
pamela shane -- mother [living, gray eyes]
anderson shane -- father [living, gray eyes]

SIBLINGS >>
none

RELATIONSHIP STATUS >>
single

CRUSH >>
to be developed

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ROLEPLAYER >>
--- young and beautiful (but you may call me danni)

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[align=center][font=times new roman]He'd been a little afraid of how she would react to his requesting more time to think it over, considering how much she seemed to want him to remember, but her calm nod was oddly relaxing to see. He breathed a small sigh of relief that she was understanding, and he watched as she started to leave, feeling a vague sense of uncertainty about the whole situation. Before he could ponder it further, she turned back around to face him.

"As for my name... Ulquiorra Cifer. You gave me my name, Kristian Frosse."

That was dropping a metaphorical bomb on him. Kristian's pale golden gaze widened in sheer shock, and he honestly didn't know what to say to that. Did that really happen? Had he really given her something so significant as her name? He was tempted to question her on it more, but he held his tongue. He felt like rehashing a conversation with Ulquiorra would only create an endless loop of confusion. No, he needed time to think it all over, and he remained silent as the girl left through some means of teleportation, staring blankly at the spot where she'd left as a myriad of thoughts swirled around his head. It was actually beginning to give him a dull headache, and he made a mental note to see Orihime about healing for that.
He'd been so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't even realize that somebody had been approaching him until the person was directly in front of him. Kristian blinked a few times to focus, and he was surprised to see that the one standing before him was Kyle. The look on the leader's face seemed rather sullen and almost distant, and Kristian slightly tilted his head to the side, much like a confused puppy would. He could tell that Kyle's eyes were locked onto the scar that swept diagonally across his skin, and he almost felt a little guilty about his impulsiveness the night before -- almost. Kristian just didn't regret doing what he had to in order to save the life of another person, however briefly they may have met before had been near irrelevant to him in the heat of the moment.

"I do. I need you; I really do,"

The leader's voice broke the silence between them, and Kristian couldn't really mask the surprise he felt at the sudden statement. It took a moment for him to process, trying to discern what Kyle meant, though after a few moments he remembered what he'd said before during their encounter mere hours before. It felt so far away now after all that had occurred, but it was still fresh in his mind nonetheless. Kristian's surprise melted away to understanding, and he held Kyle's green gaze with his own golden one, merely waiting to see if the other was going to continue. In truth, just that statement alone was enough to get Kyle's point across, and Kristian knew that Kyle was most certainly not one to come right out and plainly apologize -- or really say how he felt at all, for that matter -- and he almost expected him to just not say anything else after. But Kyle surprised him yet again with actually apologizing. Such a simple and short phrase, yet it knew how to throw its weight around. Kristian let the fact that Kyle had flat out said he was sorry sink into his head for a few moments, staring back at the leader because it was all he could manage to do at the moment. However, it was when Kyle looked back up and began to reach out his hand that Kristian tensed up slightly, though mostly from force of habit. He could have let his personal space being invaded slide because of who it was, but he just didn't really understand what Kyle's intention was. A reassuring touch? A friendly pat? Perhaps a touch that meant nothing at all? He really didn't know, but whatever it was, Kristian probably would have allowed it, regardless. When Kyle pulled his hand away without going through with it, Kristian let the air between them settle a little before he found his words.
"I know."
He spoke simply, his tone gentle as it usually was. The adviser gently brushed his dark bangs out of his vision before feeling a small, reassuring smile ease its way onto his expression.
"But it's alright... I forgive you."
Kristian didn't use any lofty words or dance around the point, and once he said it, he began to feel better about the whole thing now that the air between them was cleared. But, to save Kyle any sort of extra awkwardness, he decided not to dwell on the moment and gestured back towards the factory.
"We should probably gather our things and hit the road like we planned, yeah?"
His question was rhetorical, and the ice magic user made a quick detour over to the pond where he'd originally been washing his clothes and picked up his thin jacket. It had been cleaned and was now wearable, though his shirt was lost in the bottom of the deep pond for good. He slipped it on and zipped it up to a little ways under his collarbone, feeling the need to have some modesty, and then joined Kyle again.
"By the way, your shirt is back in your room. Thanks for lending it."
Kristian added, still retaining his smile. It really felt nice to be able to be somewhat relaxed with the leader once again; he'd hated having the weight of conflict on his shoulders, regardless of who it was with. He'd already begun to take a step or two towards the factory, but he was going at a rate that would keep him even with the other boy's pace.

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ACTIVITY >>
7/10

MUSE >>
generally high with random bursts here and there

OTHER >>
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[font=times new roman]I finished my form! I'm not sure how to post it in code, though...

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reserve the beauty queen, please? ♥

--- ƴоʊɳɡ ɑɳɗ ƅɛɑʊʈɩғʊℓ wrote:

Jessie Maye

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jessie natalia maye
{ NICKNAME/S } jess
{ NAME ORIGIN } it had been her mother's name
{ NAME MEANING } wealthy

{ AGE } 36
{ BIRTH DATE } january 27th
{ PLACE OF BIRTH } california
{ PAST JOB } beauty queen
{ DISABILITY } diabetes

{ DOMINANT TRAIT } flirtatious
{ PERSONALITY } if you were looking for a shy little nice girl to take home to mother, then you're looking in the wrong place. jessie is an extroverted diva who loves to be lavished with gifts and has a keen eye for fashion. she also has a keen taste for expensive gifts, and she is not afraid to get herself a "sugar daddy" to get everything that she wants. however, this doesn't stem from low self-esteem: if anything, jessie considers herself to be worth all of the luxuries, which is why she isn't afraid to do whatever it takes to get her way. she is very flirtatious, loving to push people's buttons to see what kinds of reactions that she can get out of them, though she doesn't do this to be antagonistic. in her view, jessie finds that she can learn quite a bit about people when they're faced with a personality type that they aren't too familiar with. despite how she acts, jessie is actually not easy to win over. jessie is more than just a pretty face, though: she is intelligent and has an honest love of learning too, having an affinity for reading scientific journals and psychology books. something about learning makes jessie feel alive, and she becomes acutely aware of just how little she actually knows about the world and humanity as a whole. adores cold weather and winter, and christmas is her favorite holiday. she loves to bake and go drinking, having a borderline alcohol addiction.
{ GENERAL APPEARANCE } jessie is not a small girl by any means. she is fairly tall, standing at a height of five feet and nine inches, though because of her love of wearing heels, she's even taller. her body has a naturally dark complexion, giving the impression that her body is permanently kissed by the sun (which is funny since the sun no longer exists). her blonde hair is long, wavy, and thick, flowing all the way down to the middle of her back. she's been "blessed" with a curvy figure in addition to her tall stature, and she's very proud of her long legs. though she does enjoy days without makeup, she also does love the confidence that wearing makeup and being all done up gives her, so more often than not, jessie will always do her best to look as good as she can for herself. [/fancypost]

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{ HEIGHT } 5'9"
{ WEIGHT } 145 lbs
{ HAIR COLOR } blonde
{ HAIR LENGTH } long
{ EYE COLOR } blue
{ BODY FRAME } tall, curvy
{ BODY MODIFICATIONS } bellybutton piercing, many ear piercings, and a large tattoo of angel wings on her back

{ PHOBIAS } arachnophobia
{ BAD HABITS } twirling her hair when she's nervous, fidgeting, bites her lip when she's bored, subconsciously starts to speak in a sultry tone when she speaks to new people
{ DISORDERS OR ILLNESSES } chromesthesia

{ SEXUALITY } pansexual
{ LOVE INTEREST } open
{ TURN ONS } openly affectionate, teasing, submission (but appreciates dominance in the other person), intelligence
{ TURN OFFS } misogyny/misandry, rudeness without necessity, quickness to anger [/fancypost]

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{ FACECLAIM } [color=white]doutzen kroes
{ THEME SONG/S } [color=white]pretty girl rock -- keri hilson
{ PLOT IDEA/S } [color=white]none at the moment

{ OTHER } [color=white]answer

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[color=white]finished! ♥

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[justify][font=times new roman]He watched her slowly get to her feet, observing that she wasn't putting too much pressure on her left leg. Aspen was concerned, but he didn't exactly have any medical supplies to aid her with that, so he didn't bother to bring it up. She seemed somewhat accustomed to walking that way, which piqued his interest further, but he figured it rude to ask about it. He continued to watch as she walked over to him, seemingly delicately, offering her hand in greeting. Aspen reached out and gave her hand a warm shake, and he blinked as she spoke. This girl's voice -- Percy, she said her name was -- was a unique color: [glow=green,2,300]green[/glow], like the hue that summer leaves were during the heat of the day. Her voice took the form of thin whisps, like thin strands of thread, and the way the green whisps moved like they were liquid... like flowing water in the open air, a show for his eyes only, disappearing as soon as she finished speaking. It interested him -- green wasn't a common color for voices, though every voice's color was unique in its own way. Aspen blinked after it was over, then returned his focus to Percy.

"My name is Aspen," He told her his own name, already feeling reassured to have personally met another Brown. After all, being the lowest rung on the social ladder, Browns practically had to stick together if they were going to survive in this warped, discriminated part of humanity. A Brown all by themselves was just asking to be bludgeoned to death by a guard. When Percy spoke again, her flowy [color=green][glow=green,2,300]green[/glow] voice entering his vision again as she asked him a question, Aspen paused before he answered. "Well... you kind of saved me first. You cut my bindings, after all." Aspen shrugged, a bit shy. "Besides, enough Browns have been given the baton treatment, don't you think?" [/justify][/fancypost]

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Aspen nodded in agreement with her words, his dark eyes lighting up in relief that somebody shared his views. He was so tired of all the horror that the discrimination brought upon the world. People turning against each other over mere genetics... tearing apart friendships and families alike without remorse, like it had with his own family. Aspen pushed the intrusive thoughts away and re-focused himself on the present.

"No kidding... the world is a complete mess." He added, then followed her gaze to the old man propped against the wall, briefly watching the [glow=#00A800,2,300]green[/glow] whisps while she spoke, simultaneously listening to her question. Aspen didn't respond at first, instead approaching the man's unconscious body and crouching down to inspect the bump on the poor guy's head. It certainly wasn't fatal, but it would definitely serve to be uncomfortable and nuisance for the old man whenever he regained consciousness. He didn't have to look around the warehouse to know that there wasn't anything that they could use for makeshift medical supplies, and though there was ice packs back at his place... Aspen wasn't sure that going home was the best idea for him. With a small sigh, he stood back up and turned to face Percy again, his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

"He's gonna be okay in the long run, I figure. That's gonna be uncomfortable as hell, though." Aspen joked before gesturing to the old man's nasty bump. He noticed that Percy seemed to be a little lost in thought for a few seconds, though she spoke before he could question her about it. While she spoke, Aspen took time to watch how her voice moved in the air. Though the [glow=#00A800,2,300]green[/glow] whisps were flowy and moved freely in the air, it wasn't moving erratically or without pattern. Percy's voice danced, as if it were filled with joy about merely existing. He tilted his head slightly as he watched, much like a puppy would, blinking when it went away. He had listened to what she said while he watched, though her question made him pause, his dark gaze now turned to the left in thought. Come to think of it, his home wasn't really in the safest part of town. Aspen lived in an apartment for quite a while now, but he was hardly ever home... mostly because it was frequently checked by guards, who just loved to give him and other Browns trouble. In truth, Aspen found it infinitely easier to not be home a majority of the time -- at least he wasn't routinely disturbed if he could keep his wits about him.

He was about to answer Percy, but that was when the sudden sound of shattering glass filled the warehouse. Bright bursts of [glow=orange,2,300]orange[/glow], [glow=yellow,2,300]yellow[/glow], [glow=red,2,300]red[/glow], and [glow=#EDB25A,2,300]beige[/glow] exploded into view, almost blocking all of his vision until the smashing ended. The sound and colors had been so loud and sudden that it startled Aspen, and he was a bit disoriented until a few seconds after all the colors melted away. Once he got his bearings straight, Aspen instinctively pulled out his pocket knife that he kept in his jacket, put his back against Percy's so that they were watching each other's backs (literally and figuratively), and his usually warm gaze, now hardened in preparation to fight or flee, flickered quickly around the warehouse, searching for the source of the sound. If it was a guard or a higher ranking person, then he and Percy were essentially dead meat for staying out past curfew.

"We know you're there," Aspen's grip on the pocket knife tightened as he spoke. "You might as well show yourself... slowly."

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Aspen kept his grip on his pocket knife tight, ready to use it if whoever was lurking in the shadows of the warehouse decided to try and ambush him and his new acquaintance. There was silence for quite a while, but then he heard the distinctive sound of something falling onto the glass shards, emitting an odd, [glow=#CC0C53,2,300]dark rose[/glow] streak swiping quickly across his vision. The colors that glass made were always unpredictable, varying and changing near constantly... if he had the time, Aspen would have let his mind wander about it. But now was most certainly not the time for that.

It hadn't taken long for the source of the sound to emerge, stepping into some moonlight. Aspen blinked as he realized it was a girl, who looked around the same age as Percy, and she was holding her hands up. A sign of peace, no doubt... but Aspen immediately felt wary of her. After all, since she was standing in the light, he could clearly see that her eyes were light. She was a Blue. It was hard for Aspen to feel at ease while in the presence of anybody who wasn't a Brown, and for good reason.

And then she spoke. Aspen blinked as her voice showed itself, a somewhat [glow=#81CC10,2,300]dusty lime[/glow] hue, watching as it made small, quick, horizontal zigzags across his vision. What's with all the green voices today? He rarely ever saw them in his daily life, but tonight he was seeing more green than he had seen in probably months. He wondered if this girl's voice moved so quickly because she was scared, or if it was naturally that way. Aspen pondered her question briefly, twirling the knife in his hand a few times, obviously comfortable with wielding the blade. "That depends on if you're going to make me use it." Aspen responded, his tone making it obvious that he wasn't trusting this girl right now. "You make a move to harm me or these two," He gestured to Percy and the old man propped against the wall. "Then I will do what I need to in order to make sure they're okay." Aspen wasn't even really threatening the girl, but more so stating a fact. Too many Browns had fallen victim to the lighter eyed people, and the 24 year old was not going to allow any more needless harm to befall them... how recently he had met the two people with him was irrelevant to him now. "If you really don't have weapons... then why are you here, eavesdropping on us?"

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reserve aquarius, please? ♥

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Also, I'm a bit confused on what the Browns are supposed to do
Are they servants of some sort? Would that be an option? For them to be "servants" to the Purples, Hazels, etc?
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ooc: since the Browns are the lowest rung in the social ladder, I believe that they would be servants to the Grays and Purples, but very likely to not be treated very well.

I don't know if this counts as a "plot" per say... But I had the idea that my character, Aspen, could get the idea to bring fellow Browns together by forming a group of sorts. He'd take in brown-eyed people that didn't have anywhere to go or anybody to depend on, and would invite them to stick with him, and the group would serve as a family of sorts to give a sense of security to the Browns who wanted it. They'd find a safe, hidden place to have a roof over their head during the night and fill their bellies when hungry (Aspen and anybody else who has a talent for thievery could steal from food establishments and bring their bounty back to the "safe place" for the rest of the group to eat, but people who can cook are always welcome to cook as well), essentially a "base" for them all. After all, Browns are the most oppressed group in this world, so having others to depend on and a safe place to stay would be a blessing to lots of them down on their luck. In addition, any higher ranking characters who wanted to support Browns (like Amazon and Princeton for example) could always donate food to Aspen's group in secret if they so choose.
Eventually, if enough Browns joined, perhaps Aspen's group could attempt to overthrow the discrimination somehow... But that's much further down the line.

It's just an idea, but I figured I'd go ahead and just leave it here for anybody else to ponder.

aww, thanks bri! (may i call you that?) if the idea is liked enough to get implemented, it would certainly give elizaveta a safe place to be. she'll need the support, especially since she's carrying precious cargo. c:

also, i'm adding a few details on this post: since aspen would be the one to form the group, naturally, he would be the head of it, though he'd be more like a brotherly (or fatherly, depending on the age difference) figure to the rest of the group as well as leading it. his main goal for it is to bring browns together and protect each other, so he'd treat everybody in the group like family and expect the other members to do that same. y'feel?

Samoan -- i'm so glad!! yeah, i can see aspen and percy having a brother/sister dynamic going on cx and yes, the browns in the group can absolutely keep their own homes and such, but for those who dont have a place (or theirs is super run-down or unsanitary) or would rather just stay with everybody else and not be alone, aspen will still hunt out a decent, safe, hidden place to be the main group rendezvous. i'm very glad you like the idea!! question though... once the group is officially established in the rp thread, do you think that it should be added to the first post of the sign-up thread so that other people who could potentially make brown-eyed characters could know about it? like, they won't have to put their brown-eyed character in aspen's group if they dont want to, but just so they know it exists?

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It was usually rather hard to catch Aspen off-guard. Surprises weren't exactly things that he was completely familiar with, due to his typically easy going, go-with-the-flow attitude. But this girl had certainly managed to make him pause in surprise, blinking as she answered him. He could tell that she was being genuine, not just from her tone, but from the way her voice moved. It had slowed from panicked, anxious zigzags that whizzed by quick as a blink, and was now moving in slower, methodical, [glow=#83FF30,2,300]dusted lime[/glow] waves. Her words intrigued him too: especially the part about brown-eyed people helping each other out, acting like a pack. It stuck in his mind. Mental wheels of thought began to turn...

However, his train of thought was interrupted when he suddenly felt the touch of another hand upon his own. Aspen's dark eyes looked over to see Percy beside him, blinking when the [glow=green,2,300]green[/glow] strands floated by as she told him this stranger wasn't a threat. The 24 year old wasn't completely sure he believed that, though he did relax his body language and straightened his back, appearing much less threatening than he had previously, but he kept his knife out. One could never be too sure that there wasn't any sort of trickery afoot. Aspen approached the blue-eyed girl, standing at Percy's side. He began casually twirling his pocket knife in his dominant left hand while his fellow Brown interrogated the Blue before them, though it was more of a mindless habit of his than anything else. In fact, after a few brief moments of twirling the knife, Aspen covered the blade and slipped it back into his pocket.

But even as they waited for an answer, what the Blue said replayed in his mind. Helping each other out... acting like a pack... the wheels on his train of thought began to turn again. Browns act like a "pack", huh...? His mind was quickly analyzing the new thought that sprouted in his mind, and he was starting to get the signature look on his face that anybody who knew Aspen could identify from miles away: he was starting to get an idea. Not just any idea... but an idea he truly believed in.

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oh, take your time!! i'd hate for you to push yourself. besides, it's not quite up yet in the roleplay thread, so you've got some breathing room ♥

littlemont wrote:

OOC: Just wondering in what part of town would the blues/greens live?

ooc: I assume they aren't in the real bad parts of town like Browns are, but I assume they aren't in real nice parts either. Perhaps think upper lower class or lower middle class?