I. even if driven to the wall [The beginning of the month has been a steady stream of being put down for his recklessness, but it doesn't appear to have stopped Rean.
Or maybe that's just the overwhelming positivity talking? It's probably that. It's not that Rean's normally morose or anything, but there's definitely an excitable energy about him today that isn't otherwise there.
If he sees anyone looking like they could use some assistance, with anything, he beelines right on over and speaks up.]
Hey, need a hand?
[He really shouldn't be putting himself out like this to so many people. There's no way he'll be able to keep track of everything... and doesn't he have, like, homework to do? Nevertheless, here he is. Take his offer? Try to make him settle his ass down? It's up to you!]
II. strain [At night, though, things are very different.
Maybe everyone shutting him down and calling him out really has gotten to him. There's a storm of emotions swirling in his chest, following him around like a dark cloud.
He has been trying, he has been trying so damn hard since he got onto the app. He hasn't actually put himself out like this in years, if ever – can't people just appreciate anything he's attempting to do? But as always, that's quick to reflect right back onto himself. Of course they can't. Why would he deserve it? Sure, he's been trying, but he's been failing. And it's not like he's been the only one running himself ragged, he's been feeding off the kindness of others himself. And what has he offered in return?
If Rean has plans with people, they'll be suddenly and abruptly cancelled. He doesn't stay strictly in his dorm room, but if anyone spots him around town he'll probably be holed up by himself in the corner of some cafe, brows furrowed as he scrolls through his phone like he's looking for something, anything to distract him. Three guesses about how that's going for him, first two don't count.
If anyone approaches him, he'll look up, but there's a darkness in his lavender eyes and his tone is sharp.]
Can I help you?
IV. internal twilight [Rean manages to miss any indication of the wispy hearts for the majority of the daylight hours on the fourteenth. To be fair, he's a little distracted – both by his own need to get involved in everything he sees, and because he has a fake date today! He and Crow (well, C, he can't make himself say Crow for some reason, but while that's weird and all why would he let that get him down?) spend a hearty chunk of the afternoon talking to one another over waffles at the Wiffle-Waffle. Gotta take advantage of those sweet, sweet couple's specials, even if they're not actually a couple.
Rean will absolutely be Crow's fake boyfriend for free waffles, though. He has priorities.
It's after they part ways that one of them catches him. Ah, being in the wrong place at the wrong time; Rean's eternal curse. It catches him off guard when something small and black zips towards him, but before he can even react it's already fished its way into his tiddies made itself at home inside his chest.
Rean stops dead, ice running through his veins and feeling a tightness and pain in his chest, behind his newly-formed scar. There's something else new, too: a tiny little black heart mark on his neck, just behind his ear and nearing his hairline.
Running into this dark Rean will not be a matter of finding him. Although he's now dressed head to toe in black and adorned with useless belts and other cold steel and leather accessories, he's somehow blending right in with the crowds or staying in what shadows there are. He'll sense others long before they know he's there, and it's easy to follow people until they're alone. And once they are...
Something will slash through various objects around them, the slashes leaving lines of light in their wake until Rean appears in front of whoever he's ensnared, sheathing his sword. Those objects he slashed through will all fall in at once, half-burying them under the pile of debris. Coolly acknowledging his handiwork, Rean will step forward, speaking in a low growl.]
You'll be staying right there. Where I can keep you safe.
[Yandere protectiveness is a go, apparently. That, and going straight back into his embarrassing teenage goth demon prince phase. I'm sorry. No kissing unless your character's name is Crow Armbrust, please, but you're more than welcome to have your character get the hell out of dodge!]
bonus. dignity [So, uh, hey. Who got all this information, how, and also why? Rean hasn't even wrapped his head around how utterly embarrassing all of this is until it's already sent itself to someone else.] - Rean Schwarzer (joined November 2018). Age 20, born May 21. Born in Pittsford, NY. 5'8", 141 lbs. - See also: Elliot Craig, Crow Armbrust - Basic swordfighting ability and higher than average strength. Has some speciality in Japanese-style swords. - Student at Recolle University since age 18. Has yet to declare a major. - Often picks up odd jobs from Craigslist, Fiver, or local bulletin boards. - Hard-working and open to doing various types of work - Cares deeply about others' well-being - Innate leadership ability, able to pull people together toward a solution in times of crisis - Low sense of self-worth - Highly likely to put others before himself, potentially to his own endangerment - Struggles with indecisiveness and feels as though his life lacks purpose or direction
wildcard [As always, I'm open to just about anything! Either hit me up with something random or plot something with me at needlemouse!]
no subject
[The beginning of the month has been a steady stream of being put down for his recklessness, but it doesn't appear to have stopped Rean.
Or maybe that's just the overwhelming positivity talking? It's probably that. It's not that Rean's normally morose or anything, but there's definitely an excitable energy about him today that isn't otherwise there.
If he sees anyone looking like they could use some assistance, with anything, he beelines right on over and speaks up.]
Hey, need a hand?
[He really shouldn't be putting himself out like this to so many people. There's no way he'll be able to keep track of everything... and doesn't he have, like, homework to do? Nevertheless, here he is. Take his offer? Try to make him settle his ass down? It's up to you!]
II. strain
[At night, though, things are very different.
Maybe everyone shutting him down and calling him out really has gotten to him. There's a storm of emotions swirling in his chest, following him around like a dark cloud.
He has been trying, he has been trying so damn hard since he got onto the app. He hasn't actually put himself out like this in years, if ever – can't people just appreciate anything he's attempting to do? But as always, that's quick to reflect right back onto himself. Of course they can't. Why would he deserve it? Sure, he's been trying, but he's been failing. And it's not like he's been the only one running himself ragged, he's been feeding off the kindness of others himself. And what has he offered in return?
If Rean has plans with people, they'll be suddenly and abruptly cancelled. He doesn't stay strictly in his dorm room, but if anyone spots him around town he'll probably be holed up by himself in the corner of some cafe, brows furrowed as he scrolls through his phone like he's looking for something, anything to distract him. Three guesses about how that's going for him, first two don't count.
If anyone approaches him, he'll look up, but there's a darkness in his lavender eyes and his tone is sharp.]
Can I help you?
IV. internal twilight
[Rean manages to miss any indication of the wispy hearts for the majority of the daylight hours on the fourteenth. To be fair, he's a little distracted – both by his own need to get involved in everything he sees, and because he has a fake date today! He and Crow (well, C, he can't make himself say Crow for some reason, but while that's weird and all why would he let that get him down?) spend a hearty chunk of the afternoon talking to one another over waffles at the Wiffle-Waffle. Gotta take advantage of those sweet, sweet couple's specials, even if they're not actually a couple.
Rean will absolutely be Crow's fake boyfriend for free waffles, though. He has priorities.
It's after they part ways that one of them catches him. Ah, being in the wrong place at the wrong time; Rean's eternal curse. It catches him off guard when something small and black zips towards him, but before he can even react it's already
fished its way into his tiddiesmade itself at home inside his chest.Rean stops dead, ice running through his veins and feeling a tightness and pain in his chest, behind his newly-formed scar. There's something else new, too: a tiny little black heart mark on his neck, just behind his ear and nearing his hairline.
Running into this dark Rean will not be a matter of finding him. Although he's now dressed head to toe in black and adorned with useless belts and other cold steel and leather accessories, he's somehow blending right in with the crowds or staying in what shadows there are. He'll sense others long before they know he's there, and it's easy to follow people until they're alone. And once they are...
Something will slash through various objects around them, the slashes leaving lines of light in their wake until Rean appears in front of whoever he's ensnared, sheathing his sword. Those objects he slashed through will all fall in at once, half-burying them under the pile of debris. Coolly acknowledging his handiwork, Rean will step forward, speaking in a low growl.]
You'll be staying right there. Where I can keep you safe.
[Yandere protectiveness is a go, apparently. That, and going straight back into his embarrassing teenage goth demon prince phase. I'm sorry. No kissing unless your character's name is Crow Armbrust, please, but you're more than welcome to have your character get the hell out of dodge!]
bonus. dignity
[So, uh, hey. Who got all this information, how, and also why? Rean hasn't even wrapped his head around how utterly embarrassing all of this is until it's already sent itself to someone else.]
- Rean Schwarzer (joined November 2018). Age 20, born May 21. Born in Pittsford, NY. 5'8", 141 lbs.
- See also: Elliot Craig, Crow Armbrust
- Basic swordfighting ability and higher than average strength. Has some speciality in Japanese-style swords.
- Student at Recolle University since age 18. Has yet to declare a major.
- Often picks up odd jobs from Craigslist, Fiver, or local bulletin boards.
- Hard-working and open to doing various types of work
- Cares deeply about others' well-being
- Innate leadership ability, able to pull people together toward a solution in times of crisis
- Low sense of self-worth
- Highly likely to put others before himself, potentially to his own endangerment
- Struggles with indecisiveness and feels as though his life lacks purpose or direction
wildcard
[As always, I'm open to just about anything! Either hit me up with something random or plot something with me at