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Toby Baxter

Who are you?

What will we call you?

Laurel

How old are you?

16

Preferred Pronouns?

her/she

Do you have any triggers we should be aware of?

nope x

Time Zone?

GMT +1

Activity?

Mostly everyday in summer, check every one two hours for activity notifications.

Times you will usually be on?

Afternoon or evening except this week only afternoon

RP Experience?

have run several rps myself all bio based and have only been a part of them as well been rping for several years

How did you find us?

Promo tags

Are you okay with RPing smut?

no

Why this character?

very similar to what i have played before i see a lot of potential and character development with toby

Alternate means of contact?

this is my main blog :)

Who do you want to be?

Character you want?

Toby Baxter

Secondary Character?

Leah Rhee

3+ Paragraphs in Character?

“Hey Toby..I uh was wondering if you could keep it down a bit its 7am and you’ve been jamming for… like 2 hours?” sighed Jake, Toby’s neighbour yawning in front of his garage door. Toby put his newest Paul Reed Smith electric guitar back in it’s stand. “Geez, I’m so sorry mate I really need to buy a clock or like watch or something” he laughed looking at the dusty alarm clock sitting in the corner. It was not 7 am it was 6:49 thats not the same and its a weekday, its not like no one is going to wake up anyways to go to work or like a morning jog. Jake put his hands in his pockets and starting walking away before turning around and peeking his head into the garage again. “You know you should start a one-man band. Just gotta grow some more arms” he smirked and Toby laughed as Jake left. “Yeah.. I should."

"My name is Toby Baxter, I’m 24 years old, I play 8 instruments and Im barely a millionaire, and yet I’m sitting on my bed staring at the ceiling, alone. Great going Toby, just the way your parents taught you” Toby let out a small huff and rolled onto his stomach to continue cleaning his violin. ‘Why do I even play the violin, who the hell decided to make me play the violin. “Here Toby play the violin it’ll be fun you’ll be a cool musician who plays the violin!” yeah and the cello and what a clarinet good thing I only barely play the guitar and the piano but hey! it’ll be fun!’ he thought as he realised he had rubbed the poor violin a little bit too roughly and there may be a little temporarily permanent mark, letting out another sigh or the 50th one this week which is still a bit far from his record of 108 he decided to check some craigslist listings for possible bands to join just like he does every single afternoon. “Too punk, too nerdy, too.. tattoo-y, what’s the point of the triangle in a rock band? And that listing looks like an ad to be their new sex slave, great.” closing his laptop Toby decided to hit the streets and search for a karaoke bar or some sort at least try to get to know some people. It’s pretty shit only exchanging a two or three words with somebody a day, especially if it’s your neighbour. He’s a nice guy but like the dude is what, 5’ 3 and wears sandals with socks.

“Hit the road Jack!  anddd don’t ya come back no mo’ no mo’ no mo’ no mo’” echoed in some weird alleyway as Toby approached it. 'Perfect’ neon lights flashing everywhere, bunch of drunk people standing outside getting even more wasted, one of them was probably standing in their own puke and the bouncer, if you’ve ever seen a bouncer for a karaoke club was hitting it up with some 30 year old. The bar or club or whatever was filled with cigarette smoke, making it more like a pub but had several tv's displaying the current lyrics in every possible colour there is. One tv had a sunset in the background while the other a colourful autumn forest. The stage of course was elevated around a meter high, just enough for it to hurt if you fell off and possibly fall onto someone’s drink on the first row table. Even if he isn’t going to make any friends he will be able to have a good laugh. Approaching the bar was harder than expected with people pushing him side to side with their elbows trying to save their slightly overpriced drinks. I mean $7 for a martini shot which tastes more like laundry detergent is a tad on the pricey side, but after a round no one even looks at the pricelist anymore. Toby sat down at the nearest bar stool sipping a whisky cause he’s fancy like that as he watched the hostess find the next possible person to sing who was surprisingly still pretty sober. The girl, Leah apparently was an event planner and pretty quirky and as she started singing Toby knew there were a few people in this city he might want to get to know better.

2+ Character Development Questions:

What color or smell brings back the strongest memories for them? (Pick one) Describe the memory.

-Dusty wood. He can’t really put his finger on why, probably from hours of practicing piano in the old music class after school. The old oak piano may not have been the prettiest and best sounding piano, geez he had a yamaha at home, but something about her, Rosie was what his music teacher always called her after the red velvet cushioned seat that was falling apart as well. Rosie hasn’t been used in class for years, Miss Gartner said she can’t remember when she last played her, they even gave up on tuning her every 6 months, but Toby loved her, her sound was similar to Lana Del Ray’s voice, harsh but still a calming deep sound, relaxing.

Does your character have any secrets? If so, what?

2+ Goals?

His ultimate goal is forming a band, secretly because he’s lonely. He’s always loved music and playing in music class, the whole class, together. He sometimes had jam-offs with clarinets and flutes he never dared to challenge the french horn, Stephen always won. In longer terms he’d love to sell out stadiums, tour the world with his friends and stay up all night writing songs around a camp fire for their latest album.

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Application for Toby Baxter

Who are you?

What will we call you?

Laurel

How old are you?

16

Preferred Pronouns?

her/she

Do you have any triggers we should be aware of?

nope x

Time Zone?

GMT +1

Activity?

Mostly everyday in summer, check every one two hours for activity notifications.

Times you will usually be on?

Afternoon or evening except this week only afternoon

RP Experience?

have run several rps myself all bio based and have only been a part of them as well been rping for several years 

How did you find us?

Promo tags

Are you okay with RPing smut?

no

Why this character?

very similar to what i have played before i see a lot of potential and character development with toby

Alternate means of contact?

this is my main blog :)

Who do you want to be?

Character you want?

Toby Baxter

Secondary Character?

Leah Rhee

3+ Paragraphs in Character?

“Hey Toby..I uh was wondering if you could keep it down a bit its 7am and you’ve been jamming for… like 2 hours?” sighed Jake, Toby’s neighbour yawning in front of his garage door. Toby put his newest Paul Reed Smith electric guitar back in it’s stand. “Geez, I’m so sorry mate I really need to buy a clock or like watch or something” he laughed looking at the dusty alarm clock sitting in the corner. It was not 7 am it was 6:49 thats not the same and its a weekday, its not like no one is going to wake up anyways to go to work or like a morning jog. Jake put his hands in his pockets and starting walking away before turning around and peeking his head into the garage again. “You know you should start a one-man band. Just gotta grow some more arms” he smirked and Toby laughed as Jake left. “Yeah.. I should." 

"My name is Toby Baxter, I’m 24 years old, I play 8 instruments and Im barely a millionaire, and yet I’m sitting on my bed staring at the ceiling, alone. Great going Toby, just the way your parents taught you” Toby let out a small huff and rolled onto his stomach to continue cleaning his violin. ‘Why do I even play the violin, who the hell decided to make me play the violin. “Here Toby play the violin it’ll be fun you’ll be a cool musician who plays the violin!” yeah and the cello and what a clarinet good thing I only barely play the guitar and the piano but hey! it’ll be fun!’ he thought as he realised he had rubbed the poor violin a little bit too roughly and there may be a little temporarily permanent mark, letting out another sigh or the 50th one this week which is still a bit far from his record of 108 he decided to check some craigslist listings for possible bands to join just like he does every single afternoon. “Too punk, too nerdy, too.. tattoo-y, what’s the point of the triangle in a rock band? And that listing looks like an ad to be their new sex slave, great.” closing his laptop Toby decided to hit the streets and search for a karaoke bar or some sort at least try to get to know some people. It’s pretty shit only exchanging a two or three words with somebody a day, especially if it’s your neighbour. He’s a nice guy but like the dude is what, 5’ 3 and wears sandals with socks.

“Hit the road Jack!  anddd don’t ya come back no mo’ no mo’ no mo’ no mo’” echoed in some weird alleyway as Toby approached it. 'Perfect’ neon lights flashing everywhere, bunch of drunk people standing outside getting even more wasted, one of them was probably standing in their own puke and the bouncer, if you’ve ever seen a bouncer for a karaoke club was hitting it up with some 30 year old. The bar or club or whatever was filled with cigarette smoke, making it more like a pub but had several tv's displaying the current lyrics in every possible colour there is. One tv had a sunset in the background while the other a colourful autumn forest. The stage of course was elevated around a meter high, just enough for it to hurt if you fell off and possibly fall onto someone’s drink on the first row table. Even if he isn’t going to make any friends he will be able to have a good laugh. Approaching the bar was harder than expected with people pushing him side to side with their elbows trying to save their slightly overpriced drinks. I mean $7 for a martini shot which tastes more like laundry detergent is a tad on the pricey side, but after a round no one even looks at the pricelist anymore. Toby sat down at the nearest bar stool sipping a whisky cause he’s fancy like that as he watched the hostess find the next possible person to sing who was surprisingly still pretty sober. The girl, Leah apparently was an event planner and pretty quirky and as she started singing Toby knew there were a few people in this city he might want to get to know better. 

2+ Character Development Questions:

What color or smell brings back the strongest memories for them? (Pick one) Describe the memory.

-Dusty wood. He can’t really put his finger on why, probably from hours of practicing piano in the old music class after school. The old oak piano may not have been the prettiest and best sounding piano, geez he had a yamaha at home, but something about her, Rosie was what his music teacher always called her after the red velvet cushioned seat that was falling apart as well. Rosie hasn’t been used in class for years, Miss Gartner said she can’t remember when she last played her, they even gave up on tuning her every 6 months, but Toby loved her, her sound was similar to Lana Del Ray’s voice, harsh but still a calming deep sound, relaxing. 

Does your character have any secrets? If so, what?

He once cut three strings off the harp because he kept messing up a bit in Clair de Lune. No one really found out it was him, but they did notice immediately, sadly as soon as they replaced it, he had to play it for his final grade.

2+ Goals?

His ultimate goal is forming a band, secretly because he’s lonely. He’s always loved music and playing in music class, the whole class, together. He sometimes had jam-offs with clarinets and flutes he never dared to challenge the french horn, Stephen always won. In longer terms he’d love to sell out stadiums, tour the world with his friends and stay up all night writing songs around a camp fire for their latest album. 

Anything Else?

Not at the moment x