like a hobo [ooc]

DumbDora · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DumbDora** on Tue Sep 20, 2011 4:16 pm

"...Like a hobo from a broken home, nothing's gonna stop me..."
-- Charlie Winston

Everyone at some time of their life is faced with financial problems. Everyone suffers the inadequacies of their parents and their family's choices. Most suffer in silence, in great protest, and even in suicide. Others choose to ignore it, to live their life however, even uncharted-- For these six people, it has worked this far. They are all talented in their own different way, they use their talents and skills to brighten their everyday, nomad lifestyle, often making street-performance profit off of it. Each and every one of these friends have their own life-stories, stresses, and problems. Life for them isn't perfect and without stress, it's quite the opposite, it's just how they deal with all that is thrown at them. Each face has a dream, the road to it, however, is unknown. They dance, sing, paint, and perform, all in different varieties. Then there is the emotional angst, the attraction, others take action, while some don't. It has been a roller-coaster ride, but not a single face wants to get off of it yet.

Originally from Colorado, all neighboring towns around Denver, the six have been traveling for two years. It did start as only two of them, picking up four more along the way. There may be more later, but with hesitation, traveling in a large group isn't exactly a smart idea. They haven't paid taxes, they don't own any property, unemployed, with no drastic history, they could very well be considered hobos. They have their quirks, their ideas, and their ways to getting what they need. They often sleep outside, and work extra hard to earn some cash to pay for a motel when it's cold out. On occasion, they are probably the rowdiest group you'll ever meet.

Mona :: DumbDora
Mal :: supertoastgirl
Roxie :: sparrowluvr2
Nick :: wednesdaysun
Wolly :: citylights
Bitsky :: DumbDora

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RaeRaeButterfly · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **RaeRaeButterfly** on Tue Sep 20, 2011 5:00 pm

Name: Alyssa Michelea Welles.
Age: 22.

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Story: Doesn't have to be a novel, no fillers, more important detail.

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citylights · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **citylights** on Tue Sep 20, 2011 5:14 pm

citylights wrote:
Name: Yago Wollam, Wolly.
Age: 23

Personality: Simply put, Wolly is a happy virus. Everywhere he goes, he's got a cheesy grin on his face and is always creating a positive atmosphere for those around him. Trouble surrounds him, he likes to push the boundaries all the way until he gets into a mess, and then doesn't bother dealing with the consequences. He's a 'whatever happens, happens' kind of guy and doesn't dwell on the past. With his cheeky nature, he can be a bit flirty as he has the indie look all over him: the pretty face, the brown messy hair and a skinny body. Wolly does have his fair share of girls but he always tries to live his life like a rock star and treats like the girls he sees like his groupies, basically, he's far from a gentleman and is most of the time very rude. Like a ball of energy, he's always fidgeting and always moving around finding something or someone to do, and if there is still nothing to do, he resorts in playfully annoying people. Never a fan of serious situations and always avoids intense conversations about feelings and what not. Overall, Wolly is a young spirited guy who has the love for music and weed.

Story: Imagine a married hipster couple living in Central London in a detached house with their own art covering the walls and the most indie objects lying around the house. There you have Steve and Chloe Wollam who were delighted to have their first son, Yago. Their friends weren't surprised to find out that their son had such a peculiar name because the word 'peculiar' didn't even being to describe the strange nature of the two. At the age of 6, he had his own little guitar and Steve would teach him the basic chords and some simple songs and as he grow older, he found the love of music and started to write his own songs. Education never meant much to him and whilst other people in his class were writing essays about Shakespeare, he would sit there writing songs about whatever he could think about. Wolly had never liked to express his feelings and talk about the serious stuff and music was a way he could do this so he didn't have to be closed up all the time. Skipping A-levels, he performed a few gigs in some small pubs and was busking on the street to get himself known as much as possible, but fame wasn't what he wanted, he just wanted appreciation. When he was 20, his mother and father just got back from travelling and wanted to move out of England and to America where they first met, Denver and at first, Yago was slightly reluctant in going but he knew that he was not going to able to keep on his two feet without the presence of his parents so he decided to go with him. The second year, when he was 21, he got tired of living with his parents and working at a restaurant which was boring and way too serious. Running into a group of 4, he found out about what they were doing and decided that he may as well give it ago. Never did he know that it was probably the best decision of his life.

Other:
6 foot and is light/medium weight, not lanky, but not muscular.
Hardly ever wears a shirt
Insanely talented song writer and guitarist
Voice has a lazy/sleepy tone but has a great singing voice which is quite soft and mellow
Scared of animals but doesn't like to show it
Keeps a journal type thing which he likes to write his lyrics and thoughts
For every place he's been, he always brings something back for his journal

DumbDora · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DumbDora** on Tue Sep 20, 2011 6:18 pm

Name: Ramona Judgewick, Mona
Age: Nineteen

Personality: To put it frankly, Mona is a one-man show. Although the young woman may seem like she's speeding through life at an unnecessary pace, she's actually enjoying every bit of it. Energetic and daring, Mona hardly misses any chance at fun. There doesn't seem to be any downtime within her, for when she settles down, she gets anxious, as if she wasn't in her own skin. Understanding, however, Mona is the best person to lend a helping hand or just an ear to listen. No matter the smiles and laughs, passionate exclaims, Mona doesn't ever talk about herself. No one, not even the group know of the girl's previous history, because each time they ask, she changes her story. "I'm an orphan from Oklahoma" ; "Left my family circus up in Wisconsin" ; "Got into a fight with my Canadian parents- crossed the border" ; "My father was a possum, and my mom was lonely" ; or one of everyone's favorite "Once upon a time, I was born-- it was 1979..." by the end of the story, you realize she isn't really talking about herself, but telling a life-story of some famous actress. So yes, Mona enjoyed fucking with people, but the main purpose of her dramatic lifestyle was the fact that she can be, and will be anything she can muster up. What she wouldn't ever tell you, however, is that she didn't like people 'knowing' her.

Story: As opposed to what Mona tells you, her story is much more simple than any imagined she can come up with. Born to a heartbroken woman, Mona felt the pain of loss early in her life. Her heart suffered in response to her mother's stress through the pregnancy. Mona's father had passed away three months before Mona came into the life, left her mother heartbroken, as well as the baby. Up to age eight, Mona had went through numerous surgeries repairing her weak heart, until after she was fifteen years old, after waiting seven year for a heart transplant, Mona was finally able to live her life. Medical bills were second in mind for Mona's mother, she just wanted to see her little girl alive and well. And Mona was, after a successful transplant, Mona's life turned around. However, the cheer of a repaired life did not last. Eventually, Mona's mother had to give up everything to at least cover some of the medical bills, and by the time Mona was seventeen, her mother took her own life when her depression got the best of her. Needless to say, Mona went on the road, with an amateur singing voice, and an imaginative perspective, she could manage with performances. What she was also excellent at was pickpocketing, bargaining, and selling. With a lifestyle like this, Mona developed a real 'soul' personality.

Other:
- Tends to preach when arguing a point.
- Laughs and giggles so often, it becomes weird when she doesn't.
- Sleeps like a Cat, 14+ hours a day.
- Smokes like a chimney.
- Possesses brown eyes that are nearly black.
- Has a raspy, attractive singing voice.
- Enjoys making a fool out of herself for everyone's entertainment.
- Carries a messenger bag with her with one change of clothes, and little things she'd ever need.
- Although closed off, she'd do anything for her group.

DumbDora · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DumbDora** on Tue Sep 20, 2011 6:37 pm

Characters must be finished withing 6 hours of putting up the sheet. Thank you! I plan to start this RP tomorrow.

wednesdaysun · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **wednesdaysun** on Tue Sep 20, 2011 7:22 pm

Nick's back. :)

Name: Nicholas Hadley Freed, or Nick
Age: Twenty-nine

Personality: He's about as chill as a slab of ice. Just as cold too. Sure, he may be warm and receptive of people, especially with his strong need to be "humanitarian", but there lies another side of him that just doesn't care about people at all. He's disillusioned with the idea of human nature and prefers to be alone most of the time, lagging behind even just for a minute or taking really long strolls on the street alone. But even with his need to be as far away from people emotionally as possible, he appreciates the company and the warmth of people who actually do care and who aren't as frigid as he is, just like the group. Fortunately, he's a rather straight guy and it's easy to maintain conversation with him, but starting one can be especially difficult for those who don't know how to get past his unsettling aura. He's a very spiritual guy, but not a very religious one. Talk religion and he'd blast all sorts of bull your way. If there is something he strongly believes in, he won't hesitate to prove his point and make it known that this is an idea, take for example the belief in the previous sentence.

Story: To sum up Nick Freed's life: he was born lucky and ended up on the streets. He was an intelligent young man and would've easily been the next Einstein, but that wasn't exactly what he wanted. He felt completely shut out from the world by his overbearing, doting parents. They were thinking Nicholas Freed, PhD or Dr. Nicholas Freed or Nicholas Freed, attorney-at-law. At first, he thought he wanted to live that dream. His mum and dad were both proud of their boy, him having finished high school at sixteen and moving on to a major in biopsychology. And yes, he was deeply interested in the subject, that being evident in his being a consistent dean's lister. After getting his master's degree, he just decided he didn't want to do it anymore.

He felt the pressures mounting around him all the time. He felt like there were better pursuits for himself out there, just waiting to be grabbed. Luckily, his parents had passed away before he'd even gotten to tell them. Sure, he grieved heavily for the only two people who were ever there for him, but at the same time he felt a great weight lifted off his chest. So he moved out and made the world his home. He took several odd jobs to support himself, despite his credibility and his degrees. Instead, he sold his parents' house, sold all of the stuff that ever mattered to him (except for his important papers that he keeps in a waterproof briefcase) and just let go. He didn't spend a cent of whatever he'd gotten for the house, and instead decided to keep it safe somewhere in case he needed it. He stopped shaving, he lived the life he'd always wanted and he'd always dreamt of at night, wandering the roads in peace in the midst of the disharmony. He lives dirt poor by choice, despite having a very decent back-up plan and despite having everything anyone else would've dreamt of. To others it may be a sob story, but to Nick, it was a dream come true. The limits made limitless, the bird set free from its cage.

Other:

5'11", beanpole physique.
Despite appearances, he's quite hygienic.
He does know how to play guitar, but he was only able to after learning the oud. Other instruments he plays are the harmonica, lap steel and the saxophone.
He'd once wished he was Jimi Hendrix.
He has a fondness for vegetarian dishes.
He seriously looks like someone who time-traveled from the Woodstock Festival in the summer of '69.
He loves folk songs to death. And a lot of old things. Really does prove the above point, don't it?
He's the group's guidance counselor. He'll keep a secret safe with him and it'll die with him.
Call him "Vagrant/Hobo Jesus" and you're guaranteed to get a laugh out of him.

supertoastgirl · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **supertoastgirl** on Tue Sep 20, 2011 10:03 pm

Name: Malena Kenna Hunt; Mal
Age: Twenty

Personality: Rash. Unbelievably lovely to those she's grown close to. Often times very straight forward. Doesn't have a second thought about feelings. Words just slip out of her. Incautious.

Mal causes a ruckus. She likes to get in the way, Malena seeks to prevent other's happiness. On and off. Those are her only modes. She is either the light, the heart. Simply adorable and thoughtful. Spreading color around the dead streets. Being her complete and raw self. When she thinks too long or looses herself she often resolves the problem by either having a panic attack or lashing out. The latter of the two being more consistent. Mal's willing to make who ever's life is in her way a living hell. And in all honesty, when this happens, she is the core of an issue. But Mal really isn't always so mean and angry. She is just frayed easily. She's constantly waiting to be set off. Nonetheless Mal somehow got away with joining in this group.

Story: Malena grew up in a small house with many children on the edge of Chicago. They were well off and her parents were educated people. Her father was a professor at Chicago University and her mother was a doctor before having her first child. After one kid they decided they wanted many more, and starting at a young age they adopted many. Malena was dead center middle child, number five of ten. She wasn't adopted, but she might as well said she was. Her childhood wasn't some dainty time filled with ice cream and all the toys she wanted. She by no means a spoiled child, by no means more important because she was blood. No, Malena, being an older kid had to watch younger siblings, her mother's hands were constantly full. She was helpful (although rebellious) until she discovered her true passion, art.

In high school she took her first art class thinking nothing more than it was to be an easy class and she would surely get an A. Everything changed as she realized that she wasn't meant to follow after her parents and become a well off lawyer or something. This of course sent her parents into fits. They wanted their children to be the best of the best, getting into great colleges and getting even better jobs. They wanted another doctor in the family, a lawyer, a surgeon. Malena wasn't made out for that type of work. And after years of nagging she couldn't take it anymore.

Mal wanted to be an artist.

Soon after high school her parents kicked her out, as she refused to go to college unless she was majoring in art. Lost and slightly dazzled by her sudden situation, she roamed the country by herself and got a few jobs here and there. Malena had no money so she surely couldn't support herself if she went to school, which then resulted in very low paying jobs. Nothing that could hold the rent of an apartment. All the while her heart goes out to all those younger siblings, and misses them nearly everyday. They were such inspirations, bright and lovely. Her parents however, that's different story. They basically disowned her. No money, no apologies.

Other:
-Stands at a mere 5'5, petite
-Musically inclined, but prefers to vandalize the streets
-She is a true artist; complex and unwilling to budge
-Mal likes to escape from the group and walk the lonely streets at night
-Leaves a trace of her existence behind wherever they go
-She always wears her lucky Sweater

DumbDora · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DumbDora** on Tue Sep 20, 2011 10:07 pm

I'll actually be taking the last male role.

DumbDora · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DumbDora** on Tue Sep 20, 2011 10:22 pm

Name: Morris Bitsky, most call him by his last name.
Age: Twenty-five

Personality: Like a hobo from a broken home, nothing's gonna stop him. Bitsky, as rough as he may look, has a golden heart, but it's often covered up by his sarcastic and comedic ways. His words often bring laughs, but they're so perfectly constructed that no one tends to notice the cynical and sullen second meaning. With a smile donning his lips, and a kind word or two, no one ever knows that Bitsky is such a sad, sad soul. He simply doesn't share. His dream was to go out and see the world, but with a poverty stricken family, the man's ambitious need took a different path to his dreams. He's got quirks of his own, like a short temper, and a chronic need for "me" time. Although he does possess loner qualities, Bitsky adores animals, and does tend to bring strays for the trip, they never last, often wandering away, but at least he tries his best.

Story: Born into a family amidst poverty, Bitsky knows first hand what it feels like to not have a nice meal in his stomach every night. At times he knew what it felt like to sleep under the city's invisible stars. But this was only a life he experienced at a young age. Eventually, once Morris' mother was able to raise his little brother into a little man, she found a job she could rely on. Morris' father was a good for nothing drunk, so there was little love in his direction. The family was pulled out of extreme poverty by their determined mother, but just as things were beginning to go well, Bitsky began to act out.

Sure, the boy went to school, but his behavior repelled all students from him. He expected everyone to leave him alone, and when they didn't, he'd physically hurt them. His mother was forced to pull Bitsky out of school, home school him while his little brother went to school and socialized. By the time Bitsky turned eighteen, the home school work had diminished as did his mother's time for him, and he set out for the road. He'd been on the road for seven years, and had just recently met up with a group of five he decided to travel with. They were down to earth and refreshing, however, he still held on to his tendencies as if they were his survival tactics.

Other:
- Much to the group's dismay, Bitsky does have animals in his presence at all times.
- Not much of a musician, but he is a great conversationalist.
- Has been in love with Mal since he first saw her.
- There is an energy around him that repels people, however, some seem to be drawn.

sparrowluvr2 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **sparrowluvr2** on Tue Sep 20, 2011 11:08 pm

Name: Roxana Dragmir, Roxie.
Age: Twenty four.

Personality: To say the least, Roxie is a little different. She's a sweet girl but she's not shy at all. When she was ten, her parents started noticing a change in their daughter. Sometimes she would be sitting in her room having conversations with herself or be in the middle of the conversation with someone and look like she had drifted off just listening to someone who wasn't there. Now that she's found her friends that she ran away with she has opened up to more people and will talk with people outside her family and friends.

She's a bit of a romantic. She loves listening to peoples stories. She's never been in love but she dreams about it every day. Sometimes she gets bad feelings. She tries to ignore them but sometimes they overwhelm her causing her to cry or get upset.

Story: Roxana Dragmir was born on April night on a full moon. Her parents liked to joke that she came out of the womb dancing. Even when she was a toddler, they had her in dance classes. She had a normal happy childhood with two younger siblings. But things changed overnight. One day she was a popular girl surrounded by friends the next, she would sit by the window just staring outside. She had always had a different perspective on things. No doctors or psychologists could explain the change in their daughter. Her grades started slipping and she would only talk with certain people. They took her out of public school and into a home school program.

Home school seemed to become Roxie quite nicely. Her parents supplied her with books on any subject she wanted. She graduated from high school at the age of seventeen, two years earlier, and by the time she was twenty three had a degrees. One in Biology, Latin, and Dance. She had started one in Marine Animals when she met the group. Her parents were disappointed she would give everything up and tried to stop her from going but she managed to slip away before they could stop her.

Other:

DumbDora · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DumbDora** on Wed Sep 21, 2011 7:28 am

Aaand we are complete, I'm going to finish Bitsky, and the train is off.
I expect everyone to post once every two days, or more frequently. If not, I'm gonna flip a switch. Thank youu :)

supertoastgirl · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **supertoastgirl** on Wed Sep 21, 2011 7:31 pm

Yayayay!
I'm stoked.

DumbDora · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DumbDora** on Wed Sep 21, 2011 8:02 pm

The IC is up!

DumbDora · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DumbDora** on Thu Sep 22, 2011 12:21 pm

I'm thinking they could visit the nearest soup kitchen, and head out to make havok in the city. But for that to happen, I need people to post. Don't fail me, my lovelies!

DumbDora · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DumbDora** on Fri Sep 23, 2011 8:17 am

Hey, Lee, we just need your intro post. <3

wednesdaysun · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **wednesdaysun** on Fri Sep 23, 2011 9:11 am

Alright. :) It'll be up in a half hour.

DumbDora · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DumbDora** on Fri Sep 23, 2011 1:21 pm

I'll post in a couple hours, when I get home from work.

sparrowluvr2 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **sparrowluvr2** on Fri Sep 23, 2011 6:26 pm

Lol okay then I will wait for you to reply first. <3

citylights · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **citylights** on Sat Sep 24, 2011 4:37 pm

I'll either post soonish or tomorrow morning :)

sparrowluvr2 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **sparrowluvr2** on Sun Sep 25, 2011 3:27 am

I love how I always do my replies when I'm tired. Sorry if there's spelling or grammar mistakes!

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