A large part of my evenings in September-December are spent drinking while replaying the first BioShock and singing “With Arms Wide Open” while in the Medical Pavilion.
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Tagged by: baneofcolumbia (‘Eyyyyyyyyyyyy!)
Name: Vincento Lorenzo Alexander Dominique Glasses Trebuchet
Age (if you’re comfortable!): 119
How old were you when you first started playing? I guess I started playing when I was old enough to understand what toys were…I MAKE JOKE. I’ve been roleplaying since I was 13ish, though took a few hiati here and there since then.
Height: NO IMPORTANCE.
OCs or Canons? They’re both fun and interesting in their own ways, but one can be more creative with OCs. There’s a certain level of restriction with canon characters and there’s always a point where I, personally, feel like I’m intruding when I write for canon characters and characters that aren’t mine in general. I feel like I’m offending the creators occasionally. It’s just me, I guess.
Females or males? Either’s fine, but I’ve been more partial to dudes lately.
Favourite face claim: Guhhh Adrien Brody or John Gilbert. They’re both handsome and the latter makes the best faces. But alas, Gilbert is no longer in my roster.
Least favourite face claim: Not a fan of Angelina Jolie or Eddie Redmayne. They’re both very unattractive to me. No hard feeling to those who use them though.
Worst rp experience ever: All personal and I’m not going to name names or events, but…there’s been a couple instances that got ugly due to miscommunication and paranoia. Word of advice: Talk to people and get things off your chest or they’ll fester.
Fluff, angst, or smut?: All depends on what the mood or thread calls for. I’m down with all that.
Most overused FC: I dunno, really. I’m not up on modern actors so I don’t think I can even NAME anyone, I just know it would be someone who’s active or popular to-day.
Worst character you’ve ever played: Fuck me, I was this TERRIBLE Harry Potter canon/OC back in the day. TOTAL SUE, I tell you h’what. I’m getting war flashbacks so we’re moving on now…
Favourite type of plot: I like angsty stuff and I like gory stuff, for the most part. I really like writing out human emotions to the extreme, like terror, agony, and suffering, so anything that’ll call for said emotions is right by me. Call me Gloomy Sunday but it’s just the easiest to describe for me.
At what time of day is your writing the best? Never fails, right at 5:00am on the dot. With ANYTHING creative. I just usually get a jolt of inspiration there and I’ve written some of my best pieces around that time. I’m too old for this nonsense.
Are you anything like your muse?: I can see a little bit of myself in both Roland Russell and in the way I play Steinman, and it kinda disturbs me sometimes. I mean, we all put an aspect or two of ourselves into characters without even thinking about it, but given their personalities and dispositions, ehhhhhh…
Worst thing about RP (in general or on Tumblr): Oi yoi yoi…
…I don’t like how things become popularity contests, even if the writer isn’t very good at root or their (original) characters aren’t unique or at least distinguishable or well written. It becomes all about follower count or whatever and not about quality or substance. But the worst, worst, WORST thing piggybacking on that is when people “Wicked Witch of the West” said followers or “fans” and use them to attack people they don’t like. FLY, MY PRETTIES…I DON’T LIKE THIS PERSON, SEND THEM ALL THE ANON HATE. This could go on, but I’ll curb it with this last thing…I also really dislike when people pull the ol’ “omg like this person was giving me major attitude so you should like TOTALLY like not interact with them ever srs”. Don’t spread hate and keep your battles between you and the other party only, please. Let others think and judge for themselves.
To end on a good note — best thing about RP?: No doubt all the awesome friends one makes. I’ve met LEGIONS of really amazing people and I’m thankful for both them sticking around and for being able to share in something we both love (writing and games or movies or events). Long sob story short, it’s difficult for me to make and maintain friends so I really have to hand it to people who give me a chance and tough it out with me. I can be difficult to deal with on a plethora of tiers. I’m forever grateful though, do know this. Also, writing is something I basically do every day (RP or otherwise) so I’m always learning and always improving. And that pretty much goes for anyone who’s active and interacts with others via writing.
Tag five or more awesome people: Billy Murray, Alfred Lester, Ray Bourbon, Mary Pickford, and YOU.
If you REALLY wanna piss Steinman off, play the record/song “Yes! We Have No Bananas”. When it came out in 1922 (when lil’ doc was seven years old), Steinman’s dad was OBSESSED with it and played it over and over and over again. It was particularly loved by Mr. Steinman because he liked to poke fun at Greeks so much.
Do as ye will with this information, harm none.
// get ur mad science on
||The lenses still have a tiny bit of spaghetti sauce on them from when I made that “I hate doctors” video like…literally this time last year. Gross rite?
||Erryone’s so cute all the time for Munday and I’m over here like:
Beautifully abstract artwork by Atelier Olschinsky.
"I believe this is a wonderful allegory for my field of work and the sheer art behind it. In many cases, those working in plastic surgery have to carve away at excess or undesired flesh and bone to reach the true, beautiful forms underneath. Not unlike a master sculptor working through clay or marble…
We truly are the most under-appreciated of artists.”
If Dr. Steinman was going to keep on the best of terms with Mr. Ryan, he needed to get on better terms with the other individuals close to him.
Though they had been almost competing in the past, always at each other’s throat, the surgeon understood that Jasmine Jolene was someone with whom he couldn’t afford to have as an enemy any longer. Though it pained him to make nice with someone living the kind of…lifestyle…she was, reality was a real bastard sometimes.
Though Steinman was sour about the whole situation, he’d sent her a message via Jet Postal arranging for them to meet at the Kashmir Restaurant late one evening. It was a place reserved for the elite and thus they wouldn’t be hounded by the lower classes. Fashionably late, the plastic surgeon arrived at the venue about twelve minutes after the proposed time. Shooting the clerk at the coat-check a frosty glare as the young man reached for Steinman’s jacket, the doctor headed into the eatery, spotting the blonde-haired dancer rather quickly. J.S. chose a later hour, after the dinner rush, so the Kashmir would be rather empty. Taking a seat across from her, he cleared his throat, adjusting his suit lapels.
"Miss Jolene, good-evening to you. Honestly, I didn’t think you would even show up. I’m thankful you did, nonetheless. Have you ordered a drink or anything yet?" He stalled, still displeased with the coming conversations.
“I was made to put you down, baby,
‘n you were made for loathing me.
I’ve had about enough of you, baby,
take your goddess, gtfo and leave.”
"Come with me and you’ll be
In a world of pure imagination,
Take a look and you’ll see
…You’re not the only gal Mr. Ryan keeps around.”