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THANKS FOR INVITING ME IM SO SHOOK
Name: Rook
Age: 28
Height: 179 cm
Species: Human
Occupation: Builder

Personality:
Headstrong | Protective | Observant | Mischievous | Possessive

Rook is headstrong and forthwith, often coming across as blunt and opinionated whenever he speaks, though he's more prone to skulking in the background and observing people rather than talking. He's really just a little rough on the edges but a big softie inside, liking to tease and making fun of people he's close to. He is protective and loyal to the things he values, though he does expect the same courtesy is extended to himself.

He can be possessive and secretive at moments, and will not appreciate people trying to dig information out of him. If he wants to, he'll tell you. All in good time.

First Dream:
A dim room, a low light cast by the small flames in the hearth. He really ought to go and feed more firewood into the flames, he really should, but he's all warmly curled up in his couch. Was it his, even?

He looks down to the table, just in time to see his castle being eaten by a black rook, taking its place at the end of the chessboard. The rook is replaced with a black queen, and-

Ah, I lost this round.

"Check," Such a familiar voice, he ought to know whom, but it eludes his memory. "Rooks are amazing, aren't they? They start off really small, but if they get to reach the other end of the board, they can choose what they want to be."

And he wakes.

History:
Rook grew up in a pretty normal, happy family, he thinks, even if their family's smith shop wasn't really making much. He decided to continue the family business after his dad grew old, though the old man protests he can still hammer some sense in his head better than a rookie fitting a horseshoe, so he should have gone to college like what his younger twin brother's doing right now, so he could get a better paying job. A future.

He doesn't, though. They needed the money- grocery, tuition fees, dialysis fees- and he's really okay with his job, since he never found anything he actually wanted to learn doing.

Rook doesn't really recall how he ended up in a coffin from there, but things will work out. Eventually. He hopes so.

He slowly exits the coffin, testing his limbs as he sets them on the ground. They don't feel wobbly, thank god. He makes his way outside, only stopping to break off a branch from a tree to arm himself.

If he screamed when he first saw a walking plant, no one needs to know.

The sounds of decidedly human chatter eventually reaches his ears, and he deflates in relief. There are others here, though he's not sure how much he's willing to trust them, at least he's not alone in this strange new world.

Relationships:
Quill: Lover
Basil: Close Friend
Pitch: ....Friend...(?)
Heart: ....Friend...(?)
Horatio: ......Friend's Husband(?) What
Raven: Sort of friends, he thinks

Quill concludes he needs more friends.

APPDATE: TBA ITS LIKE 3AM HERE

Tidbits:
- He has a fraternal twin brother, he's older than him by 5 minutes. A fact he'd still lord over if he remembers.
- He's more fond of crafting fine metals for jewelry than bigger pieces, to be honest, but he's still nervous about starting a shop for it on Etsy.
-Has a fondness for sweet foods, particularly cookies. Not sure if they can get anything like that here, though.
-He's pretty sure he used to have a black cat, though he can't really remember what it was like.

PP Count
♢ Chibi Full Body: 45PP + 15PP = 60PP
♢ Clean Colour/Shaded Full Body: 55PP + 30PP = 85PP
♢ App Headshot: 20 PP
♢ Headshot: 30PP + 15PP = 45PP

TOTAL= 210 PP

APPDATE:
♢ Lineart (Regular) Fullbody (100pp) + Shading (35pp) = 135 PP

Description

THANKS FOR INVITING ME IM SO SHOOK
Name: Rook
Age: 28
Height: 179 cm
Species: Human
Occupation: Builder

Personality:
Headstrong | Protective | Observant | Mischievous | Possessive

Rook is headstrong and forthwith, often coming across as blunt and opinionated whenever he speaks, though he's more prone to skulking in the background and observing people rather than talking. He's really just a little rough on the edges but a big softie inside, liking to tease and making fun of people he's close to. He is protective and loyal to the things he values, though he does expect the same courtesy is extended to himself.

He can be possessive and secretive at moments, and will not appreciate people trying to dig information out of him. If he wants to, he'll tell you. All in good time.

First Dream:
A dim room, a low light cast by the small flames in the hearth. He really ought to go and feed more firewood into the flames, he really should, but he's all warmly curled up in his couch. Was it his, even?

He looks down to the table, just in time to see his castle being eaten by a black rook, taking its place at the end of the chessboard. The rook is replaced with a black queen, and-

Ah, I lost this round.

"Check," Such a familiar voice, he ought to know whom, but it eludes his memory. "Rooks are amazing, aren't they? They start off really small, but if they get to reach the other end of the board, they can choose what they want to be."

And he wakes.

History:
Rook grew up in a pretty normal, happy family, he thinks, even if their family's smith shop wasn't really making much. He decided to continue the family business after his dad grew old, though the old man protests he can still hammer some sense in his head better than a rookie fitting a horseshoe, so he should have gone to college like what his younger twin brother's doing right now, so he could get a better paying job. A future.

He doesn't, though. They needed the money- grocery, tuition fees, dialysis fees- and he's really okay with his job, since he never found anything he actually wanted to learn doing.

Rook doesn't really recall how he ended up in a coffin from there, but things will work out. Eventually. He hopes so.

He slowly exits the coffin, testing his limbs as he sets them on the ground. They don't feel wobbly, thank god. He makes his way outside, only stopping to break off a branch from a tree to arm himself.

If he screamed when he first saw a walking plant, no one needs to know.

The sounds of decidedly human chatter eventually reaches his ears, and he deflates in relief. There are others here, though he's not sure how much he's willing to trust them, at least he's not alone in this strange new world.

Relationships:
Quill: Lover
Basil: Close Friend
Pitch: ....Friend...(?)
Heart: ....Friend...(?)
Horatio: ......Friend's Husband(?) What
Raven: Sort of friends, he thinks

Quill concludes he needs more friends.

APPDATE: TBA ITS LIKE 3AM HERE

Tidbits:
- He has a fraternal twin brother, he's older than him by 5 minutes. A fact he'd still lord over if he remembers.
- He's more fond of crafting fine metals for jewelry than bigger pieces, to be honest, but he's still nervous about starting a shop for it on Etsy.
-Has a fondness for sweet foods, particularly cookies. Not sure if they can get anything like that here, though.
-He's pretty sure he used to have a black cat, though he can't really remember what it was like.

PP Count
♢ Chibi Full Body: 45PP + 15PP = 60PP
♢ Clean Colour/Shaded Full Body: 55PP + 30PP = 85PP
♢ App Headshot: 20 PP
♢ Headshot: 30PP + 15PP = 45PP

TOTAL= 210 PP

APPDATE:
♢ Lineart (Regular) Fullbody (100pp) + Shading (35pp) = 135 PP