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A Parent's Love [ Klaw x Yazoo ]
[imgleft]http://i812.photobucket.com/albums/zz48/Divenstein/RPG%20Characters/Ira1-1.png[/imgleft] Name: Ira Acer
Age: 16 Gender: Male Sexuality: Gay Appearance: Ira has short brown hair and forest green eyes. He tends to look a bit absent and dresses in ways that will let him blend into the background of crowds. Personality: Ira is a bit of a dreamer, often disappearing into his own little world. He doesn't deal well with loud people and prefers a quiet environment. He is a romantic and likes things like roses, meaningful gifts and candle-lit dinners. Past: Ira's parents own a library and were often gone from home to spend their time at work. After school he'd often be alone at home and during the weekends they'd take him with them, then dump him in a reading corner with a pile of books. This is how he stumbled upon fairy tales and also how he grew to love them. He started asking if he could come instead of forcefully being dragged along and going to the library after school, reading more and more fairy tales. What was once a curse had turned into a blessing. Family: Ira lives with his father and mother and is an only child. He sees the rest of the family during things like Christmas and birthdays, aunts and uncles he never knew he had before popping up each year. All he knows about the rest of his family is that it is big, but apart from those few times in the year he never sees them even though several family members are supposed to live in the same town. He always used to wonder why they didn't babysit him while his parents were gone so often, but after discovering the fairy tales he stopped caring about that. Extra: Ira's favorite fairy tale is Snowwhite. In his opinion it is the most romantic thing to sleep because of an apple and then be kissed awake while surrounded by seven minions that want nothing but your happiness... He completely ignores the fact that one of the dwarfs tripped, making the case fall and the piece of apple that was stuck in Snowwhite's throat come out because in his opinion it's not romantic enough. Sometimes when he thinks back to how he used to be at home alone after school, making himself simple sandwiches and heating up soup and cleaning things out of boredom he is reminded of Cinderella who was also always cooking and cleaning. He is still waiting for a ball to be held where he can shine and end up happily ever after... The weirdest thing so far how ever, must have been when he went to a sewing store, moved to the spinning wheel, then pricked himself in the hope of falling asleep for a hundred years. Over the years he became more and more obsessed with fairy tales; reading them, re-reading them, re-re-re-reading them... He often pictures himself to be one of the characters, thinking what he would do in their situations, imagining his very own happy ending... Strangely enough his fantasies always included him as the princess. Even now Ira is still waiting for a handsome prince to come and whisk him off to his castle. |
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Name: Derek Sweet Age: 27 Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Appearance: semi curly/wavy, thick mid-neck length chestnut brown hair, bright green eyes, pale complexion with light brown freckles on his shoulders, arms and across his nose and the tops of his cheeks. Past: (To be honest, many of my characters are boring ad have no past. 8D; either that or it changes per roleplay.I tend to think of my characters like a template, wehre only the appearance is set but I can flip around everythign else as needed. makes things easier for me. XD) Family: Father & Mother(He's moved out a long time a go, obvious by his age(Derek's that is)), no siblings or close cousins/aunts/uncles, owns three kittens that are like family to him. Other: Almost always seems sleepy/tired, is very carefree, it's almost hard to catch him NOT smiling.He can work hard when eh puts his mind to something, but obviously by that last couple of sentences, that hard working nature is very much overwhelmed by his laziness. BONUS: Rudy Sweet Age: Two months Species/Breed: Cat/'Mutt'(Although this is more of a term for dogs =P) Gender: Male Appearance: Shorthair brown tabby, Green eyes Past: Found by one of Derek's friends in a box full of kittens on their doorstep, given to Derek Family: Rook(Brother by Blood(?)), Imogen(Sister not by blood) Derek('Brother') Other: Acts a bit like Derek in cat-form.Named after one of my Grandmother's cats. Rook Sweet Age: Two months Species/Breed: Cat/Unknown mix Gender: Male Appearance: Short black fur, yellow-green eyes Past: Found by Derek's friend on their doorstep, given to Derek Family: Rudy(Brother by Blood(?)), Imogen(Sister not by blood), Derek('Brother') Other: Named after the cat in the webcomic 'Johnny Wander' Imogen Sweet Age: 4 months Species/Breed: Cat/Persian Gender: Female Appearance: Lilac(not purple, if you're not sure what 'lilac' is, google is your friend!), gold eyes Past: One of Derek's aunts breeds Persians, given to Derek as a birthday present at two months of age Other: Named after one of my favorite musicians, Imogen Heap |
Ira is quite confused, to say the least. This entire week has been a mess; first his mother has been running around and about for two weeks, preparing the house for the arrival of a guy she recently married, a guy, may be add, Ira has yet to even meet. Now, after she seems to have sorted everything out for the man’s arrival, she is suddenly packing.
“Uhm… Why are you packing?” Ira questions, obviously confused. “My sister became sick.” His mother, Myrna, sighs as she grabs a third empty bag. “She needs someone to take care of her and her little girl until she gets a bit better.” “Yeah, but… Isn’t that, uh… guy of yours coming around?” Ira asks, scratching the back of his head. “The… guy you married whom I don’t know?” “Well then, you’ll have plenty of time to get to know him then, right?” Myrna says simply, folding the last things into her bag before picking the bags up. “Now, I already told him I was going to be gone for a bit, but he said he’ll take good care of you in my absence.” “Isn’t it better to just have him come later, instead of just… well… I don’t know him?” Ira sighs, dropping his hand so it’s hanging limp next to his body. “Like I said; you’ll have plenty of time to get to know him.” Myrna nods to her son, brushing her black hair out of her green eyes before bending down a bit and pecking her son’s forehead before moving to the door. “There’s still enough food for this week at least, and I have my phone with me so if you two can’t work it out together or if you has a question or anything else, be sure to call me, alright?” she verifies, looking back at Ira as she opens the door. “Sure…” Ira sighs as he plops down on the couch, picking up his book from his arm rest as he does so. Brown hair fall into the same forest green orbs his mother has as he curls up in the corner of the couch slightly. “Bye…” “Bye bye!” Myrna steps out of the house, closing the door behind her, and not too long after Ira can hear the car his mother drives start up before moving away. He sighs, shaking his head lightly as he thinks over the… sudden predicament he seems to have found himself in so easily. “Great…” |
Just about thirty minutes later a car drove into the driveway, and minutes later a knock came on the door.At the door was Derek Sweet, Age 27, who just happened to be Ira's new stepdad..Who was only 11 years older than him. Awkward..Anyway.
The man stood at 6'1'' and had messy, semi curly, semi wavy brown hair down to his mid neck and gorgeous bright green eyes that peeked through his long bangs.He wore an olive green t-shirt with a video game design on it and a pair of old jeans, with worn & faded black sneakers and white socks that could barely be seen above his shoes, good for the current summer-y heat. Beside him on the doorstep was two animal carriers, one large enough for two and one for only one. Sad, confused mewing was heard from both 'crates', from three young cats. The man lightly sighed and kneeled down in front of one of the crates, pushing his fingers inbetween the bars to play with one of the three kittens. (Sorry for a crap first post, but there's not much I can do when the door is still closed. XD |
Ira glances at the door from his position still on the couch as there is a knock before bookmarking the page he is at and placing the book on the armrest of the couch. Getting up, he smoothens out his white shirt and pulls up his blue jeans slightly, fixing them after his sitting position before moving to the front door.
He opens the door before blinking slowly at the sight he’s met. “Uhm… Can I help you?” He asks carefully, eyeing the man and what seems to be his cats? Granted, he’s expecting his mother, but he honestly doubts the 43 years old woman would… well… This guy doesn’t even look 30. He wonders if he’s going door-to-door with his cats, trying to sell them. |
Derek stood and smiled. "Hi..You're Ira, right? Myrna called me a bit ago to tell me she wouldn't be here..Shame about her sister..Oh well, what she has to do is what she has to do, at least it gives us time to get used to each other..Oh, crap introduction, right.I'm Derek.Derek Sweet..And..Well, I guess I'm your stepdad now." He chuckled, extending a hand to shake and smiling softly at the teen. "You're..Not allergic to cats are you?I forgot to ask Myrna.."
(Aaah again with short, already. D: WHEN HE IS INSIDE/MOVED IN/CATS ARE LET OUT THERE WILL BE MORE TALKING |
All Ira can do at the moment is stare, hands slack next to his body as he listens to the other man talk, gears in his mind slowly turning. “Uhm… Ah… … …How old are you?” He blurts out. Because either this man looks a lot younger then he is… or his mother managed to snag a guy over ten years younger then she is. Granted, the woman doesn’t look her real age, but… he didn’t think she’d actually find a man of… well… this age.
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"Just turned twenty-seven a month or so ago." Derek smiled. "Is there..A problem with me being rather young?" He asked, seeming nervous that Ira would think he was weird to love a woman that could almost be his own mother.
One of the three cats, the girl in a crate by herself, started meowing a good bit louder than the other two and Derek opened the crate she was in and picked her up, stroking her as she purred in his arms. "You are so spoiled, Imogen.." Derek sort of whispered to the lilac-furred persian kitten, chuckling as she pawed his arm in the 'kneading' motion cats make. |
"Just... curious. One moment please." Ira says lightly, closing the door again without letting the other in before hastily grabbing for the phone. One phone call and nearly 20 minutes later, he opens the door again. "...Sorry about that. Please come in." He murmurs, stepping aside to let the man inside.
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Derek was still playing with Imgoen on the doorstep throughout the time Ira had left. When the door opened back up he smiled. "Alright..Can I let these three in, then?They're very well behaved although they're so young..The most they'd do is walk around and sniff anything at their eye level..I can get my other things from my car in a bit." Derek commented, laughing a bit as Imogen reached out to Ira and sniffed in his direction, curious about the younger male.
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"Uhm... Yeah. Sure." Ira mutters, eying the cat warily. Granted, it doesn't seem like the little thing will lash out at him, but you can never be too safe. He opens the door a bit wider so the man can walk inside with the cat a bit easier, wondering why, oh why his mother just left him like this... With her new husband who he has never seen. Great. He's going to start living with a stranger... Well, he supposes he'll just do what he always does; read the days away.
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Derek walked in and let Imogen down, who immidiately began walking around, sniffing everything in a close radius of Derek, who was letting the other two out, who nervously walked out of their crate and inspected the area with their 'sister'.
"I hope I don't make however long it is that Myrna will be gone too horribly awkward..We're technically family now..So hopefully we can get along." The brunette man smiled sweetly at Ira as he kept a close eye on his cats. "..So.Shall we..Go sit somehwere and talk or something? Get to know each other a bit more..Something. " He laughed. |
Ira shrugs lightly. Though he doesn't really feel much like talking to a... well... complete stranger, the other is right in his words and thus they should start comunicating soon enough. He doesn't even want to think of how his mother will react when she comes home, only to find out that her husband and her son are still strangers even after a certain amount of time passed in between them. She would probably be disappointed, something Ira doesn't want his mother to be.
"Yeah... We should... Uhm... Do you want something to drink?" Ira offers, not quite sure what else to say. Besides, offering someone who's visiting (even when they're not planning to leave) a drink is the polite thing to do. |
"Sure, that'd be great..Do you have Dr. Pepper? If not just water's fine." Derek said, smiling softly at Ira, trying to be as friendly as possible.He didn't want to ahve awkward silence, but Ira's personality made it difficult, or what eh had seen of the 16 year old's personality at least.Or maybe that was just how he reacted to people he didn't know well.
Rook, who was a rather cute, curious beyond belief black cat, seemed to take a liking to Ira, walking around the boy's ankles while looking up at him. |
"I'll take a look..." Ira mutters, glancing down at the cat before stepping over Rook, trying not to step on it as he moves to the kitchen. Opening the fridge he notices several cans of Dr. Pepper which he is sure of weren't there the day before; seems like his mother has taken preparations in advance... even though she only told him about the man today.
Shaking his head lightly he takes out a can and opens it before grabbing a glass, pouring the drink inside. He tosses the now empty can away as he passes the garbage can on his way out of the kitchen and to the other before placing the glass in front of Derek. "Here you go." |
Rook followed Ira through the house, purring happily as he looked around, sticking close to the teen.
"Thank you, Ira." Derek smiled, taking a sip from his glass. "So..What kind of things do you like to do?" He said, trying to start up a conversation without asking anything TOO personal.Anything to get Ira to talk and clear up this awkward silence. |
"Uhm... I like to read." Ira replies, scratching his arm awkwardly as he tilts his head to the other, not sitting down quite yet. "...What about you?" He asks after a small pause.
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"I play videogames, browse the web, play my guitar. Kinda boring." Derek laughed. "You'll probably make the argument that two of those three will rot my brain, or maybe I'm just stereotyping people who really like to read.."
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"Yes, you are." Ira huffs, rolling his eyes lightly. Honestly, he could care less what people do to their brains, as long as they leave his intact. His eyes drift through the book on the arm of the couch where his book is laying; a green book with stories of elves and dragons, mages and witches and such beautiful castles and royals. His eyes shift out of focus for a split second before he forces himself back to paying attention to the other again.
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"I'm sorry. I was just joking.. I don't think everyone who likes a good story is some kind of uptight librarian with no tv.I don't at all..I don't read a lot though, the peacefulness of a quiet afternoon with a book drives me insane.Just puts me to sleep..A lot of things do though, maybe that's my sign I shouldn't stay up until 3 am every night to get up at 8.." He shrugged a bit. "Ah well.I'm not dead yet, so I'm doing something right." Derek laughed.
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