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1x1 with Mal(kins)
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i think i forgot something but that’s okay
Maeve/Mae Eugene Chen
Age:
21
Appearance:
Average height. She has warm skin and dark brown eyes, and medium-length straight black hair. Maeve usually wears a black hoodie with white drawstrings and the school water polo logo, light blue jeans, and black high tops. Her bag is a simple black backpack decorated with various pins and holding notebooks, a laptop and books. And of course, food.
Personality:
Maeve has a great intellect, and tends to be more realistic and blunt. She's a good cartoon artist, and usually very cheerful. She tries her best, but can easily get lost.
Other:
- college junior
- majoring in computer science, minor of art
Alexander "Al" Munday
Age:
ninty-six [born in 1921/1922]; biologically twenty
Appearance:
Al has a toned but not too muscular body with fair skin that is slightly tan due to some sun exposure prior to his "hibernation/freezing/thing". He has dirty blonde/light brown hair typically slicked back, golden brown eyes and some freckles spotted across his face. Initially, his style matches the 40's casual wear [around the time he disappeared]: dark, loose, high-waisted slacks; a tan/brown plaid, puffy, oversized-looking short-sleeved shirts; black suspenders & black dress shoes. He also sports round eyeglasses. As he conforms to modern-day's lifestyle, he will try to "blend in" more with society.
Personality:
editing more tomorrow -- somewhat nosey, curious and rash. he's very blunt/doesn't have much of a filter and says things as he sees them. despite this, he considers himself a gentleman and will always "do the right thing". due to his freezing-thing, his mindset is that of a man living in the 40's as he was poofed then.
Other:
literally the worst time to pick fashion but also
decided to have him be 20 in the 40s bc i know a lot about the time period.
Not today, it was a Saturday and the clouds covered the sky, even though it wasn't that cold, in fact it was hot for the early October day.
Maeve found herself walking, or rather slowly jogging, on the beach, shoes in hand as she let her feet be covered by the water lapping up on shore.
Alex dazedly found himself looking out over the horizon, unknowing to him how he got to this unfamiliar place and the fact that he'd waken up nearly eighty years in the future.
He gradually regained his conscious awareness as the cold waves rolled onto the shore, drenching his pant legs. He took a few steps back, looking down at his toes and feeling the texture of his shoes along his fingertips.
"Anyway... The whole th--" he started, stopping once he turned to his right and found his partner missing. "Patty?" he called out, scanning his surroundings to find unusually dressed people with their new technological advances such as iPhones & Portable Speakers which he dismissed as "foreign objects". The more Al took in, the more confused he became and began stumbling in an unknown direction, growing dizzier as he tried to interpret all of this. "What the hell...?" he mumbled to himself.
“are you okay? Do you need me to call 911? ... What are you wearing?” Maeve said, raising an eyebrow as she pulled her phone out. “Yeah, I’m probably gonna call you the cops. Who are you and why the hell are you screaming on a beach?”
"What?... I-I..." Al stuttered, still attempting to process everything going on around him. "I'm- Alexan--Alexander Munday... where am I? W-Why is everyone dressing so provocatively?" he managed to ask.
"This is a practical joke, right? You're quite a fine lady admittedly but I'm not a fan of tricksters." Al snickered in denial. This sentence was followed by the male scanning his surrounding further which slammed reality in his face. "You're not kidding..." he mumbled as he watched a nearby person gliding by on a hoverboard.
"Yeah... the second World War? We've got to stop those damn Nazis and I promised myself I would fight for my country once I turned twenty once I proposed to who I thought was the love of my life..." he started, only to comprehend what Maeve said finally. "Wait. You think P-Patty is--? Th-N-No... It can't be... I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her-- b-but I guess I-- won't be able to..." he stuttered, head drooping as he faced the fact Patty more than likely had passed away by now.
"Wait-- what's your name?" he asked the girl, forcing a small smile with a gleam in his eyes.
He cocked his head to the side a bit at her last question & statement regarding his style. "Grandfatherly? Well-- I guess what's in 'back then' isn't the fad now." he admitted. "I've heard of them but I've never worn jeans before."