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I Want Unsettled

    • "First of all: rp with this man whenever you get the chance. His characters are always brilliant. Ro is no different, and I always love to see where things are going to go next, even if it's just a bit of fun."
      -- Sylvirr
    • "Have not been writing with Rowan long, but this character is pretty darn awesome. The story is written well, and has this crazy natural flow like our characters are real people literally meeting at Rowan's shit job. He's a sweetheart so far, and honestly adorable. Can't wait to see him drunk. 12/10 eager to destroy his cutiepie self. I definitely recommend Rowan as a character to roleplay with. Anything can be an adventure with this one."
      Wonderful writer Drives the plot forward -- Anonymous
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    Back to the Basics
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    Name: Rowan Tucker
    Age: Young adult
    Gender: Male
    Face: Mix between Lucky and Nastya
    Species: Human
    Race: Caucasian
    Job: Professional edgelord Fry cook
    Orientation: Experimenting

    Voice: Medium tone, soft, raspy.
    Height: Don't ask
    Weight: Not a ton. A bit underweight.
    Build: Skeletal
    Skin: Lacks pigment from albinism
    Hair: Short with long bangs
    Eyes: Lacks pigment from albinism
    Mods: Nostril and Eyebrow
    Scars: None yet
    Strengths: His flexibility
    Weaknesses: Usual human ones, poor vision
    Good: Considerate, loyal, adaptable /////////////
    Bad: Quiet, short-fused, ruthless ////////////////
    Goals: Get out of fast food work. //////////////O
    Quirks: RBF, e-bay obsessed ///////////////////O
    Likes: "Treasure-hunting," green things, his
    moped, personal space, fighting.////OO
    Dislikes:Cops, his job, too much isolation, his landlord.//////////////////////////////////////////OOO
    Alignment: Neutral ////////////////////////////////OO
    Religion: Agnostic /////////////////////////////////OO
    Fears: TBA/////////////////////////////////////////////OO
    Ailments: General sleepwalking////////////////O
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    Judge a Book By Its Cover
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    Rowan favors dark colors for the most part with only slight splashes of color, and even that's usually fairly muted. He favored accessories to hide the smallness of his wrists and neck, thick-soled boots to give him a boost in height, and scarves to protect his face from both cold and sunlight, should he forget a hat.

    His vehicle of choice is a black Vespa with a bracket on the back for a basket to be attached. Instead, he simply uses it to keep his baseball bat secured.

    Contrary to how it may seem, he didn't have the bat to look like he'd bash someone's face in, or just to look like a total edgelord. Rowan uses it to break into abandoned or condemned buildings in hopes of finding interesting things he could sell on E-bay for extra money. That's all. Poor guy suffers from a serious case of Resting Bitch Face, but is usually nice enough. Not as much of an edge-lord as he tries to seem, instead more akin to some freakishly masochistic teddy bear with a pennant for getting into trouble.

    He is a pile of self-loathing and insecurity who claims little value over his own life, but does not yet seek to throw it away.
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    Opening The Pages
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    Rowan's home is a shoddy trailer placed messily between some trees and brush with a yard of overgrown grass he couldn't afford to get cut. Maybe it was that he didn't care, too? He's a depressive creature who keeps it under wraps outside of his lonesome homelife, playing the part of a social recluse. He was a man whose life's purpose had yet to be figured out, though at the moment it seemed he found some tiny amount of pleasure in his scavenging and online flipping, even if it was rarely successful. Something about the thrill of breaking in someplace that was unoccupied felt dystopian in a way he couldn't describe. Like he was roleplaying a man scavenging for supplies in a post-apocalyptic Earth.

    It was easy to forget who he was until he brought his treasures home and was faced with the harsh reality that his dead end job and the item-flipping was in no means enough to support himself anywhere else but this moldy, falling apart mobile home.

    Rowan was depressed.
    He dealt with a lot of suicidal ideation but was too much of a chicken shit to fall through with it. He instead relied on the hopes that maybe one day he'd either be ended by outside means or find something worth living for. As a result, he was particularly clingy once close to people. He borderline worships them.

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    Get a Good Look
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