Name: Javan Dei Imella
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Profession: Modeling
Likes: Coffee, warm weather
Dislikes: Being alone, competition
Personality: Javan is very confident and outgoing. He usually seems more careless than he is.
History: Javan has been working towards becoming what he is now since he was ten, after having been told by his friends that it would never happen, and he's very pleased with himself and his success. He lived with his parents until he was senevteen, then lived with friends until he managed to get a place of his own. He had very few close friends before he finished high school, but this changed quicky when his popularity grew.
Extra random fact: He smokes, but never in any public place.

Name: Fenmore Samuel Logan
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Occupation: Photographer/Student
Likes: Photography. Seeing the beauty in every day things. Dogs. Hot chocolate. Sunsets. His camera.
Dislikes: Coffee. Lack of artistic freedom. Seafood of any kind. The color/shade grey. Birds.
Personality: Smart, deep and thoughtful. Opinionated, but reserved. Overall friendly, and good with people.
History: Fenmore has always had been aspirations, and wanted to be a photographer from a young age. At 10 he got his first camera, and has been unstoppable since. He's only just graduated high school, and is still studying photography, but managed to snag a job at a rather reputable establishment in the city. It's different from any of the odd jobs he's worked before - even photography related ones. Until getting this job, Fenmore had never seen a real model in person, and now he was working alongside them. Having moved out of his parents house into a brand new apartment, Fenmore is just beginning a brand new life - one that's already both exciting and nerve-wracking.
Random Fact: Despite being talented even under the pressure, Fenmore hates working with children. He doesn't hate children, but his usually persistant patience falters when near them.

Javan opened his eyes, letting out a quiet sigh. His hands rested gently on the steering wheel and he leaned back into his seat, feeling relaxed by the warm sunlight coming in through the windows. He hadn't left his car yet, but already he had decided that he liked this location, particularly with the weather the way it was. There was only a soft, gentle breeze, not enough to get in their way. the man reached into his pocket, pulling his phone from it and glancing at the screen to check the time. It was almost five thirty. He was early, as he always was, more out of excitement than anything. He wondered to himself if he should try to contact this photographer who he still hadn't met face to face, but decided that there was no need. He was just anxious about finally having another job. There was very little that Javan enjoyed more.

He had been looking forward to having these photos done for weeks. As soon as he had been offered the job he took it, pleased by the fact that it was with someone new and less experienced. He was curious to see how this man, Fenmore apparently, would do. He also enjoyed watching their work progress. If this went well, he would surely hope to work with Fenmore again.

For a moment, he wondered who had chosen their location. It wasn't often that he did anything outdoors. He was much more used to lighting equipment in a smaller space. Here, his car was parked in front of a large field while he waited. There was a river, a few trees, and plenty of open space. The city could easily be seen far behind it, where he came from. It was a rather generic background, so he was curious to know more about what kind of look they were going for. So far, he hadn't been told much at all.

Javan pushed the door open and stepped out of his car, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. Leaning against the car door, he grabbed his phone again and checked the time. Only two minutes had passed. It was a habit he'd had for a long time, but he hated not knowing what time it was. Slipping his mobile phone back into his pocket, he leaned his head back to look out at what was in front of him. A relaxed smile curved one corner of his lips.

On this particular day, Fenmore was running especially late. He was usually one to keep to a perfect schedule, and he hated to keep those expecting him waiting. Today though, nothing seemed to want to go quite right. It wasn't even as if he'd had a good excuse to share when he finally made it to the location. No such luck.

The day had started out negatively, his alarm clock deciding just then that it would spontaniously combust. Well, not so spontanious, or really combusting either, the device simply stopped working. There didn't appear to be anything wrong with the clock, and yet still it refused to go off. He'd woken up already late at 11 that morning. By the time he'd showered and dressed, and scarfed down the bagel he declared breakfast, it was already close to noon. Seeing as how he needed to pick up his camera from the shop - it had been in need of slight lense repairs - and still stop by the studio before heading to his predetermined location, things were not going very well.

To make things worse, getting his junker of a car to start took an extra fifteen minutes out of his schedule - and as it life would have it, he also needed to stop for gas. With his tank as empty as it currently was, he'd barely make it to the studio, let alone out to the set. Many other problems delayed him, everything from his car stalling to his boss being out of the office when he finally made it there. In the end, he managed to get to the location an hour late, and only by carefully breaking a few speeding laws.

When Fenmore pulled up at the side of the road, he instantly spotted the car. That the model was still there was nothing short of a major relief, and he hurried to get both himself and his equipment out of the vehicle. Being so late would put a damper on their photos, much to the photographers dismay, but he was still hoping to make the best of it. The scenery was beautiful - which was why Fenmore was chosen it. Indoors and fake lighting wasn't something he really enjoyed. A wide open field, the deep lucious greens, the wide open sky, that was where the beauty really lied. If he could avoid it, then he'd avoid a fake studio setting. It was after six now, and their time was now greatly diminished. What with how long it would take to set up and to find the perfect spot, they would be lucky if they had an hour. The sun still set pretty early that time of year.

The boy gathered up all of his equipment, carrying it over to the other car and cautiously tapped on the window not wanting to alert the man inside. Of course, he'd have to be blind and deaf to not have noticed Fenmore's arrival, but that didn't stop the photographer from airing on the side of caution. He waited until a window was rolled down before gushing out apologies.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting! I understand if you would rather cancel now, but if not, we should certainly get to work. Oh! I'm Fenmore, and it's a pleasure to meet you. Javan, is it?" He had leaned himself up against the car, taking care to properly set his camera around his neck then, so it couldn't possibly be harmed. His camera was like his child afterall.

Fenmore paused then to look out over the surroundings. The spot really was gorgeous, and he was pleased to have chosen it so well. The whole place gave off a nice air of calm and peace, the cool breeze and warm sun relaxing. It was a scene he could easily appreciate. Without much thought he lifted his camera to take a rather spontanious picture of a fat robin, sitting up in the tree not far from where they remained. The would-be trance was broken easily enough, and he turned his attention back to Javan, offering the model a lazy smile.

"What do you say? I think we can still fit an hour of decent lighting in."

Javan smiled at the man's introduction. He seemed friendly, which would make him a pleasure to work with. He stepped forward to straighten his back and nodded his head once, agreeing with the photographer that they had a limited amount of time. It hadn't bothered Javan at all that he'd been a little late, but it was already late in the day enough already. Now was probably the best light they'd have, and an hour would probably go by quickly. He hoped that it would not be a disappointing shoot, but was sure that their work would be satisfying.

"I think an hour would be enough, and I'd be happy to make time for you again if needed. It's nice to meet you, Fenmore." He took another quick look at their location. It was good that they would be using a place like this, as he wasn't sure entirely what they were going for yet. With that thought, he remembered the extra outfits he'd brought with him and wondered if he would need them. At the moment, he was dressed in black pants that clung comfortable to his slim figure, and matching black unbuttoned top over a simple bright blue shirt. To match this, he wore blue contact lenses, preferring this over his natural color much more. He shifted his weight on his feet awkwardly before speaking to the man again.

"I wasn't sure what to expect, so I brought makeup and extra clothes with me. Will this do, or should I change?" He smiled again, hoping that this wouldn't sound strange. His car was certainly large enough that he could crawl into the back seat and change clothes if he needed to, and he certainly wouldn't be opposed to it, but he didn't want to waste any of their time if he didn't have to. This was probably something he should have called and asked about earlier.