Reposting for nostalgic purposes c: let me know if you'd ever like me to revamp this book and rewrite the descriptions. Some of them are a tad cringe lmaooo
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I• ɴᴀᴍᴇ "Who?" The man's eyes widened as he turned around, bumbling about before catching hold of himself.
Atticus Virgil Laurent
II • ᴀɢᴇ "Excuse me? How old are you?" Twenty-eight
III • ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ "I rest my case." male
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Face claim; Toro y Moi
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✧ IV • ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ You couldn't comprehend what I've seen, or what I've fallen for.
V • ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇɴᴄᴇ "Christ, damnit, is there something online you want me to purge? Is that it?"
-facial features A mid tone dark complexion and eyes as dark as piercing stormy seas, a sculpted nose always holding a pair of glasses, and dark hair kept short, tidy, and out of the way of work.
-basic shape Atticus is quite average for his height. Standing at 5 feet 7 inches, he has a bit more body fat than most, yet maintains averagely. His gym membership hasn't been renewed in over five years.
VI • ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ "Now you're not making any sense. I have priorities, maybe you should go find some."
Insufferable with ambition and the need to find out what he wants with love, life, and seemingly unreachable happiness, Atticus doesn't function like a normal human being after a long day of work. Amateur detective and pretentious true crime blogger, his priorities have always been set on watching others, analyzing things in such a way that gives him the title of professional over-thinker. He's been through his own fair share of hardships, of which he chooses to swallow deep in hopes his limbic system would stop being such a nuisance. Everything is a nuisance.
VII • ᴅ.ᴏ.ʙ Atticus eyed the stranger begrudgingly, presuming them a prompt rival full of ignorance. Though he'd be hypocritical. "Shoo, would you? Go back to your mom's basement."
IX • ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴛᴇ "I don't have the time, nor the patience for you right now."
