Post by farcry11 on Jun 14, 2014 5:40:55 GMT
BYOND Key: Farcry11
Character name(The one which the item is for): Peter Thrushwood
Character age: 32
Backstory: Peter opened the window, letting wind and rain sweep in to the flat's living room. It was an overcast afternoon, wind rustling the leaves of the trees along the street. There was the distinct smell of a storm on the air- a typical Lowell summer. Peter smiled, sticking his head out of the window and taking in the full measure of the weather. Pulling his head back in, he shut the window softly. Nigel rolled around on the floor, playing with a leaf that had come in on the wind- Pete stepped over the cat, heading to the closet by his front door. Opening it, he pulled out a plaid button-up shirt, his fingerless driving gloves, and his boots. He put on the gloves first, then pulled on the plaid shirt over his t-shirt. He the boots up over his jeans, tightening the strings comfortably. Stretching out, he grabbed his satchel off it's hanger at the door and headed out.
His vehicle awaited him outside- a piece of work he had lovingly tinkered with for the past five years. An old hovercar, with vertical doors and nuclear fission thrusters. It ran well enough, and, to Pete's pleasure, looked unique. He clicked a button on his car keys, and the driver's door swung upwards. He climbed in, primed the ignition, and lifted off in to the rainy sky. Sticking his head out the window as he ascended in to traffic, he grinned. Life was good- at the moment, at least. He felt confident, happy, for the first time in years. As he flew towards the outskirts of the city, past the fields of industry and eventually to the rural areas beyond, he counted his blessings. He had to his name:
-A good flat
-One working eye
-A stable job
-A girlfriend
-Friends (besides the girlfriend)
-A decent pet
A rather good list, he thought to himself- he wasn't hard to please, and he could hardly complain. He whistled as a pop tune came on to his radio, drumming his fingers on the wheel to the beat of the music. A song by some Tajaran crooner, about "good kitty loving", or something like that. While he usually detested such music, today he felt different- more willing to take things in stride. The song ended as he reached a wooded copse, about fifty miles west of Lowell's farthest outskirts. The storm he'd smelled earlier was rolling in, thunder rumbling and lightning cracking, but tree cover was heavy- and he didn't mind a little rain, besides. Alighting in a small grove within the copse, he disembarked from his car and sat under the cover of a nearby "Biesel Oak"- a great and sturdy tree.
Opening his satchel, he withdrew a thermos of coffee, and a toasted ham and cheese sandwich. He nibbled at his meal as rain began falling in earnest, music playing faintly from his car about five yards away. This was a good spot, he decided- he'd have to bring Reini out here sometime, or maybe Nasir. He smiled softly to himself, taking a bite out of his sandwich. It was nice, having friends- one could forget what a necessity it was. A sip of coffee. He'd take Reini out for dinner tomorrow night, maybe see a movie with Nas on Sunday- perhaps even have a night out with John on Tuesday. A plethora of possibilities...
He finished his meal, and the rain seemed to let up slightly. Placing the waste back in his satchel, he stood and walked back to his car, rising up in to the air and flying back to Lowell. The faux-leather and velvet of the driving gloves felt good against his hands- the overshirt offered warmth, the boots surefootedness. He arrived back at his flat about three hours after leaving, feeling pleasantly tired.
That night, he went to sleep with a slight smile on his rugged face- for he had nothing to fear, and there was no where to go but up.
Item name: [MULTIPLE ITEMS INCOMING]
#1: Peter's Plaid
#2: Worn Boots
#3: Cropped Driving Gloves
Item description:
#1: A worn and rugged looking plaid button-up overshirt. The initials "P.T" are scrawled in pen on the neck tag.
#2: A worn pair of combat boots. They look walked-around in.
#3: A pair of high quality, fingerless driving gloves made of faux leather and faux velvet- leathern without and velvet within.
Item Appearance:
#1: Pretty much your basic plaid button up shirt, would occupy the exosuit slit. The plaid is classic, in a red/black pattern. (Requires a custom sprite).
#2: Just your average jackboots sprite, renamed and re-described.
#3: A pair of fingerless gloves. Doesn't require a sprite, already in the code.
Item Function: All three items are purely vanity based.
Reason for item requested: I guess I just want some extra character-identifying items. I also feel that it makes sense to, at least initially, wear some civilian clothes up to the station.
((I APOROGIZE FOR BAD FORMATTING, TYPED ON iPod AT ONE IN THE MORNING HGH))
Character name(The one which the item is for): Peter Thrushwood
Character age: 32
Backstory: Peter opened the window, letting wind and rain sweep in to the flat's living room. It was an overcast afternoon, wind rustling the leaves of the trees along the street. There was the distinct smell of a storm on the air- a typical Lowell summer. Peter smiled, sticking his head out of the window and taking in the full measure of the weather. Pulling his head back in, he shut the window softly. Nigel rolled around on the floor, playing with a leaf that had come in on the wind- Pete stepped over the cat, heading to the closet by his front door. Opening it, he pulled out a plaid button-up shirt, his fingerless driving gloves, and his boots. He put on the gloves first, then pulled on the plaid shirt over his t-shirt. He the boots up over his jeans, tightening the strings comfortably. Stretching out, he grabbed his satchel off it's hanger at the door and headed out.
His vehicle awaited him outside- a piece of work he had lovingly tinkered with for the past five years. An old hovercar, with vertical doors and nuclear fission thrusters. It ran well enough, and, to Pete's pleasure, looked unique. He clicked a button on his car keys, and the driver's door swung upwards. He climbed in, primed the ignition, and lifted off in to the rainy sky. Sticking his head out the window as he ascended in to traffic, he grinned. Life was good- at the moment, at least. He felt confident, happy, for the first time in years. As he flew towards the outskirts of the city, past the fields of industry and eventually to the rural areas beyond, he counted his blessings. He had to his name:
-A good flat
-One working eye
-A stable job
-A girlfriend
-Friends (besides the girlfriend)
-A decent pet
A rather good list, he thought to himself- he wasn't hard to please, and he could hardly complain. He whistled as a pop tune came on to his radio, drumming his fingers on the wheel to the beat of the music. A song by some Tajaran crooner, about "good kitty loving", or something like that. While he usually detested such music, today he felt different- more willing to take things in stride. The song ended as he reached a wooded copse, about fifty miles west of Lowell's farthest outskirts. The storm he'd smelled earlier was rolling in, thunder rumbling and lightning cracking, but tree cover was heavy- and he didn't mind a little rain, besides. Alighting in a small grove within the copse, he disembarked from his car and sat under the cover of a nearby "Biesel Oak"- a great and sturdy tree.
Opening his satchel, he withdrew a thermos of coffee, and a toasted ham and cheese sandwich. He nibbled at his meal as rain began falling in earnest, music playing faintly from his car about five yards away. This was a good spot, he decided- he'd have to bring Reini out here sometime, or maybe Nasir. He smiled softly to himself, taking a bite out of his sandwich. It was nice, having friends- one could forget what a necessity it was. A sip of coffee. He'd take Reini out for dinner tomorrow night, maybe see a movie with Nas on Sunday- perhaps even have a night out with John on Tuesday. A plethora of possibilities...
He finished his meal, and the rain seemed to let up slightly. Placing the waste back in his satchel, he stood and walked back to his car, rising up in to the air and flying back to Lowell. The faux-leather and velvet of the driving gloves felt good against his hands- the overshirt offered warmth, the boots surefootedness. He arrived back at his flat about three hours after leaving, feeling pleasantly tired.
That night, he went to sleep with a slight smile on his rugged face- for he had nothing to fear, and there was no where to go but up.
Item name: [MULTIPLE ITEMS INCOMING]
#1: Peter's Plaid
#2: Worn Boots
#3: Cropped Driving Gloves
Item description:
#1: A worn and rugged looking plaid button-up overshirt. The initials "P.T" are scrawled in pen on the neck tag.
#2: A worn pair of combat boots. They look walked-around in.
#3: A pair of high quality, fingerless driving gloves made of faux leather and faux velvet- leathern without and velvet within.
Item Appearance:
#1: Pretty much your basic plaid button up shirt, would occupy the exosuit slit. The plaid is classic, in a red/black pattern. (Requires a custom sprite).
#2: Just your average jackboots sprite, renamed and re-described.
#3: A pair of fingerless gloves. Doesn't require a sprite, already in the code.
Item Function: All three items are purely vanity based.
Reason for item requested: I guess I just want some extra character-identifying items. I also feel that it makes sense to, at least initially, wear some civilian clothes up to the station.
((I APOROGIZE FOR BAD FORMATTING, TYPED ON iPod AT ONE IN THE MORNING HGH))
