Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170127182024/@comment-26854056-20170205193810

Usakii wrote: Usakii wrote:  Name: Cardinal "Ducky" Treloar Age: Ten Gender: Female Duck lived a sheltered life from the day she was born due to the overprotectiveness of her siblings, but it only fuelled her curiosity for the big world around her. She collects small items from the various places she's visited and claims them as her "Treasures", including her brothers Quail and Robin. She prefers to think that she found "her boys" than the other way around. From taking on the mysteries of the motel head on, she discovered a new, oddly strange love, for self-defence. With a strange strategy for a ten-year-old girl. She prefers physical, melee combat over using her brain, which the Treolars are notorious for. She dreams of becoming like "Big sis Finch" and often uses her brothers notebooks as a blunt object. Her naivety and kindness make her more like a daughter than a sister, always nagging to be picked up like a doll and choosing shoes with laces at the front to try and prove that she's old enough to go on 'adventures' with her siblings, but her acts of self-worth almost always fire back at her. Causing double the amount of trouble that everyone goes through.

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 Name: Robin Treloar Age: Seventeen Gender: Male Robin is a flamboyant, dramatic, and energetic individual who is almost constantly smiling. Robin is amicable and demonstrates goodwill. He very much enjoys the company of others, When he does not understand what people are saying, he tends to assume they are joking. Seldom serious, he does not favor somber atmospheres, and is quick to make jokes to disperse the tension. It's passed on as a joke that even while dying, he would be smiling. He's one of the more naive of the trio. Rather than fighting and uncovering tasks he prefers to stay at home and act as moral support. He often forages prescriptions and other fake I.D's to help out.

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 <p style="text-align:center;">Name: Sparrow Treloar <p style="text-align:center;">Age: Seventeen <p style="text-align:center;">Gender: Female <p style="text-align:center;">Quick tempered and quick witted, Sparrow is one of the more aggressive members of the family. But, she's as exceedingly antisocial as she is smart. She goes out of the way to make it perfectly clear that she isn't interested in making friends. <p style="text-align:center;">While she isn't happy about the prospect of going into hiding, she puts forth the effort to own herself a valid place in the families defence system, as the alternative places he could be staying are significantly less exciting in her eyes. While not necessarily selfish, she's primarily looking out for herself.

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<p style="text-align:center;">oKAY WOW THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG

<p style="text-align:center;">I'm going to give them all cockney accents because I want them to be cinnamon rolls and create mental breakdowns when you see them die. I'll probably give Ducky a really grousome death or make her crippled by jellybean. Bringing this back before it d ie s

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Robin tapped on the rusted steering wheel of his truck. Humming along with the music while Sparrow looked on with a wrinkled up nose but a glimmer of hope in her eyes, looking at the flip phone that was resting on the dashboard intently.

Just as Robin screeched the chourus to sweater weather, the phone started buzzing repeatedl, the spasms resulting in him shrieking and nearly giving Robin a near-death whiplash. Again.

"What the actual fuck Robbie. This is why you shouldn't set your ringtone to the starwars theme tune. Seriously, you're seventeen."

"Pfft whatever," Robin frowned, trying to start the truck up again "I see that your attitude didn't go away"

"I see that your girlfriend did." With another scathing glare, she picked up the phone. "Hello...?"

Heavy breathing could be heard from the other side of the line.

"I swear to god, if this is another prank call-"

"Sparr? Sparr! Thank god, is Robbie with you?!"

Robin pryed his head from the dashboard, his eyes glinting with intrest and excitement. "QUINNY!" He practically screamed into Sparrows ear, clambering over his seat just to get over to the phone. Quail smiled, covering his mouth out of habit. It wasn't like there was anybody to see him. He was at the back of a gas stations dumpster, chuckling like an idiot.

Sparrow quickly snatched the phone away from her brother, hitting him on the head lightly.

"Would you stop that you fucking moron- ugh. QUAIL! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU."

"I'm at the rennboune warehouse-"

"Alright! We'll pick you up later. Give us Twenty minutes! Is Finch with you?"

"About that.."

"Whatever whatever, we know she's there with you, We'll call you in a second, okay?!"

"Sparr wait-"

'- Your call has been disconnected. Please try again later. -'

Quail sighed, tucking the phone back into his pocket before jogging back into the warehouse.