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This is simple. Basically, the game is that you 'create' a sibling for the character above you. Meaning you decide whether they are a brother, sister, or NB sibling, age, name, personality, on what their experience with the character would be, (meaning, do they get along or not, ect)

and you just post that using the character you want it done for so that the next person can see that character and read about them and do it for them. Try to use a different character every time until you run out of characters for it to be done for.

example:

Sister; 14, introverted and easily irritated. Is usually seen with hot cheetos in one hand, phone in the other. They don't get along because *character* rarely wants to do anything they want to do, and she doesn't understand why her job matters so much but they are stuck together since their parents died.

something along those lines.

The first person to reply to this will do my character Hadley, and the next person the character they post with, on and on.

expect me to reply every given chance to this thread because I LOVE THIS IDEA HHHHHHHHH



Cornelius "Corny" Thatch:
Sibling of Hadley Thatch:
He's honestly a bit of an awkward dork. 27 years old. He's 5'7.5 (and yes, he's very specific about that '.5' part), with short bright red hair, and while only slightly wavy like his sister's, when cut short, Cornelius' hair has the habit of pulling itself into tight curls, so his head is a wild mess of bright red curliness; Bright hazel eyes, and much more freckles than his sister.

He's bouncy, excitable, and really sort of naive. He's adventerous, but honestly, he's a bit stupid about it. He hears of adventure and signs on for it, no matter the dangers or issues that are presented up front; He's... ridiculously lucky, actually.

He lives in Italy, having moved there when he was just out of college (and while not particularly more intelligent than the average, he's ridiculously determined once he decides he wants something, so he has a pilot's license and a degree in World History with a minor in archaeology.) He tends to not stay here for long periods at a time though, often taking long periods away, again, for adventure.

He does love the history of Europe though (among enjoying history in general), so it's always nice for him to come back home when he does. He's, specifically, quite a renaissance nerd.

Has a weakness for lemon cupcakes, vehemently hates 'delicious' red apples with his entire being, collects old / old looking maps, luggage trunks, etc. etc., and, while he won't admit it, he actually gave himself the nickname "Corn / Corny"... don't point that out, he's very sensitive about it. xD





... sorry went kinda overboard I LOVE THIS FORUM CONCEPT HHHHH

His name's Danny (because of course it is) - he looks like he's been baked fresh off pixar's concept sheet: saturnine shaped beard, a lumberjack's build, apple cheeks and kind eyes that almost make you forget how broad and tall he is.

He has a pet French Bulldog called Frog.

At some point Danny graduated from sprawling their parent's wallpaper with magic markers to tattooing people's arms.

i think anje would make a perfect older sister 👀

but, for real-

his name’s sidney, “sid” for short, their parents thought the name pairing was clever - if only a little bit freudian. he’s a quintessential scorpio man, tall, dark, brooding, shrouded in quiet tension. he doesn’t necessarily approve of his sister’s past actions, but he also hasn’t bothered to check in more than the occasional facebook PM for a few years now. he’s a nice guy, if you give him a chance, but not a lot of people do. he’s the steel hand in a velvet glove, the smouldering ember to nancy’s spark.

👀👀👀

Their lineage is sanguine: unsurprising that Natalia's all mulled wine eyes, alpine cheekbones, bone marrow blonde, shorn short 'can-I-speak-with-your-superior' hair and a mourner's mouth. The dry white to Angeliq's full bodied red, a razor wire matriarch with the poise and profile of a Renaissance bust, the dry wit and wild egotism of Cleopatra and an Audi with her initials on the lease. Every evening is an exercise in preparing her soul for the face she'll wear the next day: from the pristine crown of her white gold hair to the navy, tailored three piece. Like Odyessesus, she hasn't returned home in years - there is no looking back, only forward.

On the edge of turning twenty nine, Nathan was your typical bodybuilding army man with an edge to his smoke-filled voice (The only bad habit to his otherwise okay persona) and a quiet, humble spark to his dark blue eyes. The six-foot mesomorph and his brother Matt never really saw eye to eye on anything: he was callous and irresponsible, and Nate was the straight-laced, firm-minded man with a decent head on his shoulders. Going places, they would always say about him. Memories of covering for his wayward brother until he got sick of taking the heat for him soured Nate's attitude enough to stop all contact with Matthew and leave him to his own hoodlum devices. It was for his own good, after all: how would he learn to man up and clean up his act if he kept bailing him out of trouble?

If not for the fact that he also did his own fair share of drug dealing in his youth alongside his sibling to earn a bit of extra cash (or so they say; family relations always did come with their nasty rumors), he'd be the complete opposite of his wild n' out baby brother nowdays. Sometimes, Nate has to look in the mirror on some sleepless nights, trace the faded scars on his fairly sallow skin from his youthful roughhousing days with his sibling, and wonder if he's doing the right thing by cutting him off from his life. But then again, if he was a better man by now, he'd call at least once since they parted ways. And y'know, not ask him for bail money. That'd be pretty nice too.

yin and yang

he’s right in the middle of that awkward, blooming phase when he’s discovering all of the pieces of himself, and ”soft” is what he finds written all over him when he looks in the mirror. thicker skin was such an alien concept to him; he was made of glass and meant to be handled gently. his older sister was lightning and he was the thunder that followed—low and calm, but could crescendo and become deafening, loud, harsh, ripping apart the ground and splitting the earth in half, but underneath the threatening noise he’s still completely harmless. he’s fiercely protective of those he loves, and if you push him enough you’ll see true anger hidden within his usually calm, gentle eyes, but he could never truly hurt anyone. his anger is bark with no bite.

his love runs deeply through his veins like a river, especially for his sister. despite being polar opposites, he looks up to her and respects her energy, her ability to be assertive and domineering. he tries to learn from her but it doesn’t go well; he really just seems like a little puppy that’s trying to growl. he’s coming to terms with the fact that maybe he’s just meant to be gentle.

She was the sister you were always glad to have; the one who looked out for you when those who didn't understand his complexity came howling at their door step. Soothing night terrors with a steady hand and calm gaze that depicted something of a old soul trapped in a powerless body. Normal but still powerful in her own right? As they lived day to day with a father who may have worked hard but had a problem with addiction, slurping on the neck of an open bottle of brandy. Trying to remember the good ol days and forget his pain. The sister deflects the drunk rage when ever her brother fucked up or caused his ire even by existing. Yet still when their father hit the bottle there could nothing to be said but to flee the scene after he wound up mauled, she is gone and a trail of questions on what happened that day.

To her, Ian was her cute little copycat of a brother. To him, it was like looking in a mirror. After all, he was the older one here. Chapped, pierced lips, quiet grey-brown eyes, hair shaved into a dyed blue or rainbow mohawk that flopped over one side of his face, tight ripped shirts and skinny jeans a size too small for his already slender body, brightly tattooed arms and dry fingers covered in gaudy rings that tapped against the latest handheld... These two would always ask what latest game they were playing and wreck each other when Rhea had the time to hang out with him. Similar tastes, similar dislikes, but he was much less outspoken and had other dreams he'd rather keep to himself. Not like she needed to know he was a cosplayer, right? (Even if she already knew from snooping in his room a couple of times.)

Unlike his streaming MLG sister, he was more of a platforming speedrunner and didn't like to show off too much unless someone called him a filthy casual. Then it was on. After all, only his sister could get away with calling him something like that.

His sister:

Adalynn (Addy) Archus-White

19 year old, fresh out of high school who was always intimidated by her older brother. He was the exact opposite of her, always making the women swoon, having constant hookups, a player, and a flirt. She was generally ignored by most people of the opposite sex and always had a small childhood fantasy of having one boy who loved her with all of his heart. She was truly disgusted by him at some times, for his careless nature about his...er... partners and the fact he never gave her any attention. She was a shy and quiet girl, who wanted nothing more than just a normal relationship with her brother. She had dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes. She had a slim figure and no noticeable features.

((This is Addy's view on him as a player and a flirt, although the views may be false, because she has a bad relationship and another view on him.))

seasons

she doesn't understand how Wren can be so bubbly; call her jaded, call her calloused, but every single person in the world has something evil and rotten festering inside their core. her younger sister's spring--bright and vibrant, hues of red in her hair like a watercolor sunset, and everything about her is warm, early morning sunshine streaming through your windows. maybe it just has something to do with being older, but Wren's sister is so awfully worn and tired. her gaze is a sharp winter breeze cutting across your cheeks and her voice is your raw, chapped hands going numb from the unforgiving bitterness. Wren is sunshine and her sister's frostbite. it's just the dynamic.

part of her is jealous of her younger sister's bubbliness, which feels a bit stupid because she's supposed to be older and more mature, but she can't help but long for what Wren has. she wishes she could still be like Wren and see the good in everyone, but she's been bruised for far too long. if humanity is inherently good, then why are people just so evil? she can't tell if Wren's just naive or if she's just too cold. maybe it's both. but she knows that the different seasons keep the world balanced and can't exist without one another.

If you were to pare the loam with your thumbs, plant a sunbeam, water with a Cajun breed of care and affection, you'd have Noel. Noel was a promising young man: wiry, bespectacled and kind, good grades and going places, that boy could charm the smile off a salamander, ebullient and bright with a promising career as a motivational speaker in the cards--until the accident.

What his brother writes off as ice on the road resulted in Noel's brain injury: robbing him of every word and enunciation but 'foh', a sound he cheeps in earnest once he's gotten to know you. His assisted living compound feels more like a prison, a cage for a songbird who can no longer sing. He chooses to believe there's still a bright future waiting for him, beyond the mildew, grey glass and panes and the oppressive mint green of his flat.

Name: Violet

Age: 27

Him being 15 years her senior, he always had been wiser and mature than her. She seemed to be one of the only things that he truly cared for, and always was protective of her. She was thin and battled an eating disorder through her teen years and into her twenties. She had similar characteristics to him: adventurous, reckless at times, and a bit of a troublemaker. He always told her that she could be better than him, but she never thought so. She had sparkling green eyes and long, silky, black hair. She wore clothes that showed off her tattoos, including her most regrettable ones. She had a youthful vibe to her being, and that brought light into his dark world.

Name: Akamai Robinson.

26 years old fashion model which have been role-model for his little sister. Wherever he's, he's always confident it seems like there's no situation where that hunk islander could be scared but to be honest most of times he's scared and insecure however he has grown to fight it quite well or put it behind for time being. showing his rare moments of vulnerability to his family. To his dismay he's idolised by most women of his age, making his occasional going outs a nightmare.

He has bright blue eyes, dark blond hair like his sister, often in messy manner, his favourite choice of clothes consists of black tank top which enhances his toned build and black jeans with calvin klein boots