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Post by Allen Perot on Tue Aug 25, 2015 3:55 pm

Allen Wilson Perot

Nicknames · "Al"
Age · 21
Gender · Male
Race · Human
Sexual Orientation · Heterosexual
Occupation · Unemployed


Standing at the somewhat standard height of 5'11'', Perot is neither short or tall. His hight and build are average at best, which is a trait that he has come to exemplify and embrace in that it allows him to easily blend with a crowd. Currently, Perot possesses no visible identifying marks (ie. tattoos or scars).  Appearance-wise, he's nothing special, but he get's by.

With taking a top down approach to Al's description, it would make the most sense to begin with his head.  Adorning his scalp is a messy brown mop that looks as if it hasn't combed in weeks.  Moving down, his eyes are a dull and muddled shade of moss green.  As a whole, Perot's face is round in shape; his chin is sort-of flat and ill-defined, which is why he has grown a beard to cover it. But, despite his imperfections, where Perot really shines is his smile. However, it tends to be quick and fleeting before it fades due to his wallflower nature.

As far as his body goes, Perot's figure is rather athletic, but it goes without the muscly bulk that is usually attributed to fitness.  Being an outdoorsman, a hiker, and an avid rock-climber, Perot doesnt shirk the opportunity to live a healthy lifestyle (to a certain extent).

Clothing wise, Perot is fashionably inept. With the fall months approaching and winter's chill looming in the distance, Perot's near obssesion with ugly and ironic winter sweaters comes into full swing.  He tends to keep it casual, but that's just due to the fact that Perot doesn't own any formal clothing.


Perot is the epitome of a type-B personality. Laid-back and introverted, Perot doesn't look to a grand social life as the end-all-be-all in terms of fun. In fact, it doesn't seem fun at all. Instead of trolling the bars and campus nightlife, an ideal night to Perot consists of rolling a fatty, spinning a few records, and laughing along to whatever's on the TV with a few friends. Simplicity as it's finest.

While Perot is well-read and intelligent, to some he may come across as a little below the bell-curve when it comes to his manner of speaking. When he speaks, the words  come slowly, deliberately even, to overcome the stammer he had as a child. But even then, Perot is a man of few words and tends to be awkward in conversation.  His silence around others could be perceived as being standoffish or anti-social, but truthfully, it's his own anxiety that's holding him back.

Despite being intelligent, Perot is completely passionless.  Other than music, there's little out there that peaks his interest.  Apathy is his greatest flaw. Perot floats though life as if he's waiting for something to happen.


I'm sad to say, Perot's history is not riddled with sob stories, or anything for that matter that makes Perot special.  Perot is not special. I would reiterate that point, but I think it's been effectively made.  Born to a lower-middle class family in a southern Seattle suburb, Perot lived a boringly normal childhood.  His father, a banker for a local firm, worked long hours but never failed to keep food on the table and the rent payed away.  His mother, a homemaker, stayed at the house and made sure Perot didn't electrocute himself by sticking a fork in the power outlet (arguably, a much harder job).  Thankfully upon entering the public school system, Momma Perot was finally given some much needed rest.

Perot went though school, making average mark's along the way.  Despite above average aptitude, Perot's apathetic attitude and subsequent reputation as a slacker caused him to never truly reach his potential.  When it came time to apply for College, few sent back an acceptance letter due to his lackluster performance.  But, true to form, Perot would go on to fuck that up too.

F.U.R. was, by no means, his first choice of school.  But seeing as he filed his paperwork too late, it was the only school left that would take him as a student.  No financial aid was offered, but beggars couldn't be choosers, so Perot took out a student loan and enrolled.  His first year had been an uncomfortable struggle. In Seattle, the anthropomorphic community was in the stark minority; maybe 1 in every 100.  But, here Perot was in the minority. But now, rounding his third year at the university, race has only become an afterthought for Perot where it was once a source of discomfort.

Roleplay Sample

Like years past, Perot was one of the first to arrive. Like a geriatric rushing to an earlybird buffet, It had always been his preference to avoid the crowd. Soon campus would be flush with new life, and while some found excitement in the prospect of meeting the incoming class, it came as no comfort to poor, anxious Perot. Welcome week was always the hardest, but once class kicked into high gear and a sturdy routine was set, it was much easier to block out the incessant background noise.

Despite campus being dead as a doornail for the time being, Perot still felt the urge to pull away as soon as he finished unloading his things. Unpacked boxes, untouched, adorned the walls of a bare room. They would remain untouched for some time. Grabbing a pack hanging from the corner of his desk on the way out, Allen Perot left the dormitory as fast as he had arrived. Shutting the door behind him, he set out for somewhere quiet--- perhaps a familiar haunt.

Lackadaisically, he threw his pack onto the passenger seat of his old, grey sedan. He placed his key into the ignition and turned, driving away from the dormitory and from campus entirely. His destination hadn't been far. Being the outdoorsy type he was, finding a quiet place was no problem.  Parking his car in a small and empty parking-lot, Perot slung his backpack over his shoulder and set off down a roughly cut trail leading particularly to one of his favorite spots.

The Cave of Wonders had always been a popular spot for stoners and spelunkers alike; Perot fancied himself as a bit of both. However, upon inspecting the cave's opening, Allen could smell the pungent aroma of cannabis.  Obviously, the proverbial party had started without him.  Lingering for a moment before entering the cave, Perot found himself debating with his thoughts on whether or not he should go in. Eventually, albeit reluctantly, he entered the cave guided by the light from the tiny screen of his old flip-phone.

Settling himself against the wall, his gaze met the cave's previous occupant. Anthro. Fox. "Uhh," stammered Perot in a nervous drone. Reaching into his pack, Perot pulled out a tattered old cigarette case. He then opened it up, and pulled forth a joint he had previously rolled. "--- You, uh, you don't mind if I..." He paused and held up the joint to where it would be visible. "Right?"

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Post by BlueberryWine on Tue Aug 25, 2015 9:33 pm

You're Accepted!


What should you do now?

1. Visit the Claims and save your name, character, voice, song, and relationship status!

2. Make sure you reserve a Dormitory for your student. If you wish to have a teacher, PM The Dean.

3. Check out our Member Zone and get to know the other players on site!

4. And if you get bored, make your presence known in the Chatbox! We don't bite... Unless you want us to!

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