Like a Hobo [ooc]

DumbDora · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DumbDora** on Fri Mar 18, 2011 11:24 am

"...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 seven 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 seven have been traveling for two years. It did start as only a group of three, 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.

Nalie :: DumbDora
Female :: Open <------
Mal :: supertoastgirl
Nick :: wednesdaysun
Denny :: Posh.0
Wolly :: citylights
Allen :: Jeffrey!

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DumbDora · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DumbDora** on Fri Mar 18, 2011 11:26 am

Name: Hannalie Brooke Falhaus, Nalie
Age: Twenty-Four

Personality: Determined and forceful. Emotional and intuitive. Powerful and passionate. Exciting and magnetic. Jealous and resentful. Compulsive and obsessive. Secretive and obstinate.

Nalie's famous sting or stare is a bit like a champion tennis player’s lightning-fast serves: fast and direct and hard to return, it always gets to the point! Nalie experiences life from its most primal layer to its transcendent level. She loves so intensely: that’s why she hates so intensely. All this intensity can be exhausting and quirky. Revenge is as natural to Nalie as sarcasm is to a cynic. Nalie never gets mad, she just gets even. The payback depends on the depth of betrayal. While most of the time, Nalie has a fervent fantasy life, not all the time is she inclined to act out her rage. Nalie is private and contained. Therefore she is just as inclined to privately cast a few glares your way. However, sometimes the fury explodes.

Story: Hannalie hasn't had a very ideal life. Although her parents had never gotten divorced or died in some tragic accident, they never really got along. And Nalie and her little brother often mimicked their parents abusive behavior. When Nalie was old enough to understand that her life wasn't peachy, she began taking it out on others. Mainly fellow students. At a young age of eleven, she had already gotten expelled from a couple of schools, due to either breaking other student's limbs or lifting a hand against a teacher.

Nalie's little brother had suffered the worst of her wrath, and very often, their mother had to call the police because she just couldn't handle Nalie while her father was away. All the police could offer were usually counseling, anger management programs for her to get enrolled in. But even if the girl returned from those programs, she still went back to her previous behavior. All that, led to her being fifteen and in a Juvie. This time, she had near fatally injured her own mother, her neighbor who had tried to rescue Nalie's mother, and her neighbor's thirteen year old daughter who had also fell into the crossfire. Out of the three, Nalie's mother and their neighbor was in a coma, and Nalie was charged with battery and assault. She plead guilty, and was sentenced to eighteen months in Juvie, as well as ten months of extensive anger management programs after she served her sentence.

That was basically a quick explanation of Hannalie's childhood, and it would legitimately be called extreme white trash. But by the time Nalie served her punishment, she came back a more mellow person. She still refused to acknowledge that what she did was wrong, but thankfully, there were no more incidents like that. Eventually, when she turned twenty, she was able to get a job at a local grocery store, and develop a warm relationship with her younger brother. Her mother, however, never bothered to talk to Nalie about their previous incident, simply ignored it as if it never happened. A year passed and Nalie was able to get a second job as a bartender in the city, working the nightclub.

With two jobs, an accomplished relationship with her family, and a good flow of money, Nalie was able to move out into an apartment of her own, and live her own life. Here and there, she had a few boyfriends but they never stayed to be more than that. Since Nalie was certainly not a homey wife type. Wild to the very core, Nalie was considered a passing fun rather than a candidate for a wife.

And then she had an epiphany; A legit image of finding herself. Over-night, the woman dropped everything in her life and set off for the road with two of her friends. She had talent, why not chase her dream in her own way? Nalie doesn't regret her choice in any way.

Other:
>>Mama-bear of the group.
>>Lanky, willow-like figure of 5'11, she towers over the other girls with her height and her powerful personality.
>>Her only pair of shoes she found at a garage sale; gives her two more inches.
>>An avid smoker, but rarely drinks.
>>Possesses a husky voice that can range from the highest to the lowest of pitches. However, she's an awkward dancer.
>>An expert on a guitar and on most other instruments that require finger-work.
>>She carries with her; an acoustic guitar, a mini balalaika, and an old shoulder-bag filled with all of her necessary shit.

Cinderstella · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Cinderstella** on Fri Mar 18, 2011 11:39 am

disregard.

DumbDora · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DumbDora** on Fri Mar 18, 2011 6:10 pm

You might have to change her picture into something more believable of a hobo. :) She looks faaancy. :)

wednesdaysun · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **wednesdaysun** on Fri Mar 18, 2011 6:28 pm

~~Oh, count me in! I'll get the sheet up on this post; I'm using a phone right now.~~ Hey, hold on. Dora, isn't that avatar of yours from Destination Calabria?

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 in that dream too. 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:

He stands at 5'11" with a beanpole physique.
Despite appearances, he's quite hygienic.
Like Nalie and Wollie, he's quite skilled with the guitar himself, and occasionally plays songs with them if the mood calls for it.
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.

finished.

ohhhhhallibaba · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **ohhhhhallibaba** on Fri Mar 18, 2011 6:41 pm

((Lemme know how you feel about this talent. I think it would be an interesting twist, but it's up to you to say yay or nay.))

Name: Jacob "Heavyweight" Boggs
Age: 18
Personality: charitable -leader -passifcst -passion for people

Story: Jacob grew up in a family under a military mother and martial artist father. Somehow, he managed to grow up as a passifst. His father would drag him to the dojo every day after school and give him lessons in all five forms of karate he knew. Jacob didn't want to go until he tearned 16 and realized something: high-level martial arts could be adapted to dance! Jacob loved to do the flips and twists of break dancing, and was able to for the many years spent at the dojo with his father. Jacob never made it anywhere with his dancing, and refused to sign for the military. To make sure he couldn't be drafted, he bribed a psychologist to diagnose him as a manic depressive. Jacob was kicked out of the house and told not to come back until he became a man.

((I really like for appearnces to open up throughout the story. Is that okay?))

DumbDora · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DumbDora** on Fri Mar 18, 2011 6:53 pm

I'm sorry alibaba, I'm not gonna accept you.

You altered the sheet, didn't go by the age group and a picture is absolutely necessary.

Sorry :(

Cinderstella · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Cinderstella** on Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:06 pm

I love how you PMed me about that, then posted in the thread, so everyone else could see :P I am aware, I just didn't have time to picture hunt to I just did the first one I found. I will change it

DumbDora · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DumbDora** on Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:28 pm

Lol, well, so I keep the thread on top off ooc. You gotta do what you gotta do.

supertoastgirl · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **supertoastgirl** on Fri Mar 18, 2011 11:08 pm

Name: Malena Kenna Hunt; Mal
Age: Twenty

Personality: Rash. Unbelievably lovely to those she 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 people'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. In is in all honesty, when this happens, she is the core of an issue. But she 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 started 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. No, Malena, being part of the old kids had to watch younger siblings because her mother's hands were so full. She was helpful 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 wouldn't have it though. She wanted to be an artist.

Soon after high school her parents kicked her out. She then roamed the country by herself and got a few jobs here and there. Malena had no money so she surely couldn't go to school, which then resulted in very low paying jobs. Nothing that could hold the rent of an apartment. Her heart goes out to all those younger siblings, a 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

Z0mbieRave · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Z0mbieRave** on Fri Mar 18, 2011 11:36 pm

May I get a girl laterr?

DumbDora · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DumbDora** on Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:22 am

No more girl roles, if any open up, I'll send you a PM

Posh.0 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Posh.0** on Sat Mar 19, 2011 1:31 am

Name: Dennis Paul Day; Just Denny
Age: 26

Personality: Denny is a laid-back people person. He enjoys a crowd and can handle just about any situation without it getting ugly (unless he has to). True, Denny isn't one of the roid-infused body building brick walls of packed meat, but he can handle himself. Denny has never entered a room and left without having made someone smile. Either his skills, or his charm gets to them.

Denny doesn't see himself as a big ladies man, but women are commonly attracted to him. He has never had a girlfriend in his life, but he does love those ladies. Denny possesses the talent of making just about any woman melt by either flashing his million dollar grin, or gazing upon them with his large jade orbs. It's just his charm, Denny was born to charm those around him, which was why, as a child, he aspired to be an actor. How he became an illusionist, he doesn't know. (Other than the fact he is a horrendous actor!)

Story: Denny was born in raised in the small market town of Conwy, Wales in Great Britain until the age of six. He was moved to the USA after his parents couldn't afford to take care of a child on their own, so he was given up for adoption. His social worker found a nice (or seemingly nice) American couple willing to take Denny in as one of their own.

Upon arriving in the United states, Denny took a great deal of interest in the magic business. His adoptive father, Kristian "Kit" Day was a rather well known illusionist around Longmont. Kit taught Denny all there is to know about magic. The tips, the hints, and the secrets. When Kit is stricken with a fatal illness, Mary, Kit's wife is forced to put Denny up once again at the age of thirteen. Denny managed to run away, only to find himself alone in the big city of Denver.

Denny learned the ropes to living on the streets pretty fast, and soon, he was strutting the streets like he owned them. Denny found the group by complete chance. Ever since he met the group, Denny couldn't feel more like he belonged. Never once had he been in much of a family. TO him, that was all a man could ever ask for.

Other:
-Denny is a very talented illusionist, crazy talented
-Not too tall, standing at the height of 5'10
-Avid drinker on the weekends
-Can sing exceptionally well (nothing too exciting, amateur at the least)
-Has a slight accent from his old life back in Wales.

wednesdaysun · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **wednesdaysun** on Sat Mar 19, 2011 3:21 am

DISREGARD

citylights · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **citylights** on Sat Mar 19, 2011 4:20 am

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 Sat Mar 19, 2011 8:13 am

Leee, yes, destination unknooown knowwn knowwn :)

Also, you double-posted your sheet.

EDIT ::
If it's possible, can the sheets be finished by tonight? Then I can start the IC tomorrow.

citylights · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **citylights** on Sat Mar 19, 2011 9:39 am

i'm done. the history is a bit poor though.

DumbDora · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DumbDora** on Sat Mar 19, 2011 10:06 am

Love Wolly :)
Totally in.

Z0mbieRave · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Z0mbieRave** on Sat Mar 19, 2011 2:00 pm

I'll try to get the sheet up tonight, Dora. I have a lot of things going on. But I'll try (:

Jeffrey! · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Jeffrey!** on Sat Mar 19, 2011 4:17 pm

Oh! Jeff likey! Is there room for me in this? Me hopes there is! Dang, stomp practice makes me hyper!

Name: Frank Allen Collins he, uh, prefers Allen, really.
Age: 22

Personality: Allen is the quiet one. He isn't outspoken and he's actually quite shy at times. He hates crowds and the only time he can stand them is when he's preforming, then he seems to become a different person. See, he's only truly confident when he's doing something he knows he's excellent at. Everything else will leave him stammering, stuttering mess who isn't quite sure what he should do. He's a cheery guy, yeah, but more often than not he tries to keep a level head and think of things rationally. Heaven knows why he joined up with this group. He can be a gentleman when he wants, it was hammered into him from a young age, after all. Most of the time, though, he's just the quiet one, the guy that tries to stay out of everyone else's way, the silent supporter. But when it's his turn to shine, he does it right.

Story: Allen was born in Indiana to his...Er, loving parents. The word loving is used loosely, but they did love him, really, they just weren't ready for him, not quite. It wasn't long before dad lost his job and mom's drinking problem had them completely broke, and little two year old Allen was shipped to a foster home. He didn't hate it there, his foster parents and siblings were nice, but he felt so...Alone. Like, no matter what they said, he really didn't have anyone, and they knew it, but didn't do anything about it.

It was a few years later when he was moved to a foster home in Alabama because his original foster family got too full, and a six year old boy just wasn't as important as the cute little girl they had the chance of fostering. So, he went to live with the Collins family. He was the only foster kid there at the time, and they treated him like one of their own children. It was completely different to him, being loved like that. Didn't take him long to realize that he wasn't just in foster care, they just wanted to see how he would get along with their other two kids before they adopted him. He still remembers that as the happiest day of his life, even now.

When he was eight, he went with his younger sister to a dance practice after school. There was nothing for him to do and his mother didn't feel like taking him home and running back there, so he went with them. That was where he found his passion, where he realized what he wanted to do with his life. He spent the next week begging to be allowed to learn to dance, that was all he wanted. After a while, they caved in, what could it hurt, really? His parents were, unlike many people living in that area, not afraid of letting their children do what they wanted, who cares if dancing was for girls? This boy was their own, if he wanted to dance, they would support him, dammit! No, the community as a whole didn't like it, but it didn't matter to Allen.

He quickly progressed, learning ballet, tap, hip hop, ballroom dancing even gymnastics. He wanted to know it all, to be the best damn dancer he could be. It was hard work at times, he got teased and bullied bit time in high school, but he stuck with it. After high school, he had a bit of a falling out with his parents, they wanted him to think about a real career for himself, but he just wanted to be a dancer. His dad insisted he could never do that for a living, and he insisted he could. This went on the entire summer after he graduated and he ended up going to collage for a while. About a year ago, though, he dropped out and ran off the Colorado, found a group and decided to join. Probably the most rash decision he's ever made. But he loves the group and wouldn't leave them for anything.

Other:
~ Yes, he does have a southern accent.
~ He's a small guy, standing at 5'7 and thin he looks like a dancer, though.
~ He stutters when he's unsure of himself, and even more so when he's lying.
~ He couldn't make his hair go down if he wanted.
~ He's very awkward with music and singing, he leaves that to the others.
~ He does indeed keep some dancing shoes with him at all times. They're even blue.
~ He hates cigarette smoke, but he would never say anything about, just wrinkle up his nose and maybe cough a little.

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