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daily-best-vampire · 5 years

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OwO

((Tomorrow is my birthday!!)) ((Not Nukesaku's, the actual Mun/Mod's day of birth))

#ooc #mun/mod clyde #happy birthday

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ask-edgy-principal-blog · 6 years

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((Mun's (me) birthday is coming up tomorrow! I'm so hyped!!)) ((Mod Clyde🎂))

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southparkhighrpg · 6 years

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Bill Allen - Accepted

Congratulations, Zayn! Welcome to South Park High! Remember to send us your account within 48 hours of acceptance! If you ever need time extension to make the account, message the mods.

1. Mun information Preferred Name: Zayn Age: 22 Pronouns: they/them Timezone: bruh whatever Texas is Activity Level(Scale 1-10): I’m always online so like 9 ¾ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Discord: Vampaboo Password: Eric Cartman is a fat ass

2. Muse Information Muse’s name: Bill Allen Age: same age as main 4 Birthday: February 8th Height: 6’0” Sexuality: painstakingly hetero Gender/Pronouns: cis male he/him

3. Personality (two paragraph) Bill is my neo swing gangster fuck boy who absolutely loves to flirt. He is my confidence when I need some. The way I play him is he loves to flirt, loves to show off his riches and car and if he has one, his lady.

He’s incredibly sexist, homophobic, and somewhat racist.

Unlike Fosse and Terrance he’s not that smart, he’s a bit slow when it comes to certain things but he makes up for it with his strength.

This boy loves his sports, main one being baseball, he was a star pitcher in highschool and even uses a baseball bat wrapped in barbwire as his weapon of choice.

This is the Clyde to any Bonnie jsyk

4. Appearance (two paragraph)

Bill is the pretty boy, thick brown hair, beautiful brown eyes that give off a hint of mischief, a smile that could melt the heart of almost any woman he flirted with. He does have a crooked canine tooth that he’s somewhat self conscious about though some call it cute.

He’s very athletically built from playing sports. Bill is tall (…I’m five foot nothing so six foot is pretty tall..) and had somewhat of a tan from field work and once again, sports.

7. Name at least 5 headcanons

Bill is a fuck boy. Huge flirt and there’s really no stopping him

He loves hurting people, be it physically or emotionally. He’s the guy that will build a woman up just to tear her down.

He’s dyslexic

He’s not as smart as Fosse or Terrence so he relies mostly on his strength

His favorite weapon is an old wooden baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire

He loves dogs, has a pit bull named Frank

He dances to Neo swing and Swing as well as listens to Neffex, Grandson, Missio, etc.

8. Write two decent sized paragraphs that shows how you would portray your muse

Bill watched as the team dispersed after their victory, his eyes scanned the crowd for his favorite girl. The cute blonde who would be wearing his letterman tonight. Mercedes. The girl who actually tamed this wild flirt. Pushing off of his pretty blue sports car he whistled for her to get her attention, earning a few looks in the process.

The moment she was in his arms, one hand slipped to her lower back, the other tangled in her hair. With a sexy, sloppy half smile the boy made sure the shorter girl was pressed against him “Hey doll, wanna go for a ride?”

9. Any additional information you would like to add

Please understand I do not condone most of Bill’s actions and cry just as hard when he’s being an insensitive homophobic ass munch.

#bill allen #accepted #submission

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shelterpark · 5 years

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ABOUT THE MUN:

Name: Chey! Age: 18 Pronouns: She/Her Discord: You have it!!

ABOUT THE MUSE:

Name: Clyde Harris Donovan Age: 20 Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Y e s ! Height: 5’7 Location: Wilderness. Occupation: Scavenger.

Brief History: When everything went to hell, Clyde was actually staying the night in a shitty motel a few towns over. His sister had bought her first apartment and needed help getting settled in, so his father took the weekend off to visit her and Clyde, of course, tagged along. He was lucky enough to have his family in the beginning, it felt like it was just them against the world for the first few years of the Apocalypse. It was the closest thing to normal he had and maybe he relied a little too heavily on that. The illusion was easy to shatter, and his mind went to hell shortly after.

5 or more Headcanons:

This whole situation he found himself in definitely took a toll on Clyde’s psyche. He often dissociates and mutters underneath his breath, as if having a conversation with someone who isn’t there. Semi-aware that these conversations are nothing more then a coping mechanism his mind created to keep him even remotely sane.

Hasn’t had a haircut in years. His hair really needs a brush taken to it and more often than not, he has it thrown back into a messy bun of sorts. A pair of goggles push back any stray hairs.

Reckless. Seriously, it is a miracle he has survived for as long as he has. He isn’t one to think things through aT ALL. Part of it might be tied into the fact that he doesn’t have anything to live for but doesn’t really want to be the one to kill himself? Who knows?

He keeps it melee. His aim is absolute shit thanks to the tremor in his hands. Gun + Clyde = Absolute fucking chaos, do not let that boy near one. He’ll probably shoot his damn foot off.

Family is a very sensitive topic. It is likely he’ll shut himself off and go silent at the mention. Bad thoughts.

His skin is riddled with scars, most notably on his hands and a particularly nasty one stretching from the temple of his head to his jaw. There’s more if you really looked, but he does a good job in keeping those covered.

RP Example: (Two or more paras. Please include as much dialogue as you can so mods can get a feel for your muse.)

“It’s not that gross��”

Clyde trailed off quietly, cheeks puffing up with air as he scowled at the knife in hand, making clumsy work of cleaning out the dirt and blood caked underneath his fingernails. “It’s been a while since I’ve actually had the time to sit down and breath. It’s not my fault I got zombies up my ass 24/7.” Hygiene wasn’t his top concern anymore and hadn’t been for a while. It was a lot harder to practice self-care during the apocalypse than one might think – no matter how movies may depict it.

“’Sides Bon’, it isn’t like I can go and take a hot shower whenever I please,” his nose scrunches at condescending tone the other took, annoyance beginning to creep into his own. “It is not an excuse.” He mutters petulantly, stabbing the knife into the ground beside it. It pierced the dirt with ease, stopping only when it had reached the hilt. “It’s the truth and we-“ He pauses, the corners of his lips turning downwards. “I know that.” He corrects softly.

Not we. There was no we.

There hadn’t been for quite some time.

Dull eyes flickered back towards the knife as he let out a heavy sigh, drawing his knees close to his chest.

It was quiet now.

#Application #submission

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daily-best-vampire · 5 years

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((Okay, I'll try to be better about this blog thing. I'm back. If i don't respond on my sideblog then i'm sorry;;))

#ooc #mun/mod clyde

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daily-best-vampire · 5 years

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((TFW you lose all motivation to do an event you literally spent hours processing and thinking about...and the event only began a week ago. And the event ends in two weeks so it's early. And you also have friends who are participating. And you don't want them to stop just because you can't anymore. And you don't really want to draw. And-))

#ooc #mun/mod clyde #standinfectionevent2k19 #standinfection2k19 #standinfectionevent #yikes #i know.#but maybe i'll regain motivation #i'm sorry about this #vent

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daily-best-vampire · 5 years

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