Character(s) The Tool Box [ W.I.P. ]

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Temporary Shell
Building it up as we speak

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Jett Nicholson
Axel Hudson
Sadie Clark

Credits to @cassowaryclaw for the inspiration and style for my character sheets <3

 

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Jett Nicholson
dutiful dirtbag + professional freak
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[ B A S I C S ]

Nicknames
Idiot, Freak

Age
Early to Mid 20s

Star Sign
Virgo

Occupation
Job/gig hopper. Currently a waiter and fulltime student at Wexford University.

Orientation
Chaotic Bisexual™ with a heavy preference for men.

Roles
Versatile, Service Top, Service Bottom. Registered Pain Slut. He lives to please. S E V E R E oral fixation. He's a dick or a hole, people. Nothing more, nothing less.

[ A P P E A R A N C E ]

Height
6'4"

Hair
Coal black hair with cool undertones. Shaggy normally, but when he gets it cleaned up it's shorter on the sides with just enough to grip left on top.

Eyes
Deep, dark brown and nearly as dark as his hair in some lighting. Amber when the sun hits them just right. Fox-like in shape.

Face
Chiseled, sharp cheekbones and a sharper jaw. Roman nose. Plush lips and a deep cupid's bow. A long, jagged scar on the right side of his face that starts just below the inner corner of his eye and ends just under his jaw. It's slightly raised, wider in the middle.

Body
Broad shoulders, wide chest, narrow hips. An incredible shoulder to hip ratio. Muscular. Thick through his arms and chest and thighs while he's more lean everywhere else. Scars litter his body. Count on long and short thin scars over the majority of his body. His chest and hips and high on his thighs are cigarette burns— not self-inflicted. A large, jagged scar along his left inner thigh. Tattoos on his right arm, nearly a full sleeve, and a few on his right. All courtesy of a friend he'd had in HS who had dream of becoming a tattoo-artist.

Clothing
Ill-fitting clothes. Jeans that have seen hell and back, always having holes in the knees and thighs, worn at the back hem of each leg from natural wear and tear. Cheap tank-tops and t-shirts he collects from thrift shops and other second-hand means. Well fitting clothes do wonders for his body-type, but he can't afford that shit. Nor would he buy them if he did, by some miracle, have the money for it.

[ B A C K S T O R Y ]

Family
Poor Life™. 'Raised' by a single mother. She's a pill-popping, alcoholic crackhead; virtually willing to do anything for her next fix as long as she doesn't have to be sober. This is the only version of his mother Jett has ever known. No man to call a father. His mom was a whore, so it was no telling who his real father was. Growing up poor and vulnerable, he weathered bullying and abuse until it was water off his back. [ . . . more to come ]

[ P L A Y L I S T ]

southbound by Artemas
I'm The Slime by Frank Zappa, The Mothers
Hollow by Diggy Graves
My Own Summer (Shove It) by Defttones
[ more coming soon ]

 

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Axel Hudson
'straight boy' + bratty boss
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[ B A S I C S ]

Nicknames
Axe

Age
Twenty-Six

Star Sign
Aries

Occupation
Full-time artist/musician. Can't even cut it as a cashier or barista.

Orientation
'Straight'. Gay for pay.
[ this man is gay as hell, he just hasn't accepted it yet ]

Roles
Any kind of bottom, it pays the most.

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Height
6'

Hair
Warm brown. Cropped on the sides, longer on top. Wavy. Messy in that way that seems purposeful, but it's not. It's just like that.

Eyes
Grey like the sky when it storms. Almost blue, almost green, but neither one fits quite right.

Body
Muscular, lean. Strong, masculine yet slight in the way that made him catnip for certain clientele. Skin is mostly flawless aside from a long, jagged scar on his hip. Skin pale most of the year, but picks up a bit of a tan during the summer months.

Clothing
Casual. Jeans and a couple of 'nicer' pants for gigs he picks up. Nothing special or out of the ordinary, but not because he doesn't want to stick out.

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Family
Son of Vincent "Vinny" and Anna Mae Hudson. His father passed when he was twenty-six after drinking and gambling his life away. Anna Mae was a fine mother type until Vinny wore her down and forced her into her own addiction of pills and sedatives, all of which never went away even after their separation. Axel found himself disappearing into his music and art more often then not. Being an only child to two parents who were never really there didn't leave him much choice. It quickly became his outlet and then his obsession, able to pick up just about anything he put his hands on. A savant to the craft, specifically music. Play any tune and he can replicate it with the kind of ease.

Growing up in a trailer was not a proud point in his life, not a shame point, either— especially considering the shit-box apartment he finds himself in now. No, it just is. It's all he's ever known and it's easy for a stranger to look at his life and compare it to his father, a scumbag with no life. No prospects. Throwing his life away. He can't even hold down a job as cashier or barista, much less anything that would require a degree. He dropped out at sixteen and got his GED, called it good enough, and pursued his love of the arts. The thing is, gigs only come by every so often and not everyone is scrounging for his artwork. He lacks a name, connections. The only legacy his father left behind was a skin he'd rather shed than walk through the rest of his life wearing.

When one can't keep a job obviously leaves one wanting for cash, which is where the gay for pay stuff begins in his early adulthood— having moved out the day he turned eighteen with not a cent to his name left him with little other options. Not that he ever thought that was an option, nor did he know what cruising was until he did. Thus allowing him to do 'live it up' in his shitty studio and get lost doing what he loves the most.

[ P L A Y L I S T ]

Torture by Harpy
oxygen by OXFLOYD

[ . . .more to come ]

 

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Sadie Clark
girl failure + good girl
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[ B A S I C S ]

Nicknames:
Sades, Sade

Age:
Eighteen and older. Twenty+

Star Sign:
Pisces

Occupation:
Full-time student

Orientation:
Bi-curious

Roles:
Submissive, Bottom

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Height:
5'3"

Hair:
Brunette through and through. Deep, dark hair that she normally keeps long and down in natural waves. Cooler tones that make her hair seem even darker. Maintains it herself and in her inexperience has led to some choppiness/inconsistency in length. Ends up fitting nicely with her unconventional/alternative style and her over all messiness.

She uses her hair as a shield and when she's ready to put it behind her (usually only temporarily), she'll brush it behind her ears. Seen running her hands through it particularly when she's deep in thought, or raking them through when she's stressed.

Eyes:
Hazel eyes that are a true mix of all the major hits; flecks of brown, green, blue. Yet they settle into a nice, dark-chocolate brown the majority of the time. It takes the right light and the right feelings to produce that kaleidoscope.

She avoids eye contact as much as possible, keeping her head down when she walks through halls or even through the grocery store. It's... intimate in a way she feels under her skin. It makes her uncomfortable. In conversation, her attention is often split between a place in a given room (or various places depending on her anxiousness) and a person's eyes. It's easier when she knows someone better, but even then she can struggle with those she considers close.

Body:
Small to medium chest with porcelain skin and slender curves. She's more lean than muscular, but given she's on the level-headed and happier side, she's got a bit more give/softness to her. Self-harm scars along her outer thighs— old, raised, and lighter than her skin.

Her shoulders tend to curve in and while she doesn't hunch over in a seat, she leans. Makes herself smaller than she already is. She would love to experience the world but not be subjected to it.

Clothing:
Casual, alternative. You'll find her in nondescript clothing with the occasional feminine garb here and there when she gets a rare burst of energy. Hoodies and well-fitting jeans. T-shirts and shorts. Her style is built to blend in. Dark and neutral tones. First and foremost is comfort as any scratching and pulling distracts and irritates her.

Bits and Bobs:
Is often found reading trash romance novels (romantasy in particular) and avoiding interacting with the general public and not because she hates the world and everyone in it. She actually cares deeply for those around her, but feels as though she has a difficult time connecting.

Big people-pleaser. She cares and loves to her own detriment. That was the predominant way she was raised; believing her worth derived strictly from what she could provide rather than who she is.

Habits and Tics:
Bites and picks at her nails until her cuticles bleed
Leg bouncing and knee-knocking
Opening and closing her mouth when she has something to say, always second guessing herself

[ B A C K S T O R Y ]

Family:
Born to James and Elizabeth Clark, a young, happily married couple who had already had a young boy, Nicholas, six years prior. They were your (mostly) traditional home where James had a decent job and lived a decent life, while Elizabeth, 'Liz', nobly stayed home and raised their children. Only taking a job during the months their children were in school to build savings and a rainy day fund.

When that rainy day arrived there was no amount of money or prayers in the world that could have changed anything. Elizabeth passed suddenly and Sadie carries the guilt of that with her to this day. It wasn't her fault. Fundamentally, everyone knew that. It didn't stop everything from changing. The sun no longer rose and set with her in her father's eyes and she remembers the moment she felt that shift. He would never say it outright or admit to it, but things really did change after that for James and the way he saw his daughter. The two of them had always been loved and cherished equally by their parents while their mother was alive, but in her passing Nicholas quickly became the golden child while she was left somewhere behind. Learning in time that she was wanted more when she was helpful. Useful. And heard from much less.

[ P L A Y L I S T ]

UNETHICAL by Faouzia
I Don't Smoke by Mitski
In My Room by Julia Wolfe

[ . . . more to come ]