#alpharespect

You have your story straight, your name is Eleanor Rheeves, you’re a 23-year-old biochem student here for school. You’re from Lafayette, Louisiana and you’re so awestruck by the place you can barely stand it.

Even with seven inches cut from her hair and most of the blue out, she still had some recognizeable marks; her scars and tattoos being her biggest concerns. Though, as long as this mentor guy she was meeting didn’t look too far into it, she had nothing to worry about.

send me a number from 1–15 without looking and i’ll write a starter based on the gif given. ( 8 )

my opinion on;

character in general:   OWEN GRAY: RAPTOR KING.  WHAT MUCH ELSE IS THERE TO SAY???  how they play them:  Um, okay so they don’t use icons a lot of the time, don’t use any form of format AND I still say they are quality? See I love seeing them on my dash and their writing is just !!!!!!  T h e i r Owen is  spot on in my opinion. the mun:  I do n t know you b ut i’d like to change that???

do i;

follow them: yesssssrp with them: no? want to rp with them: yESSSSship their character with mine: u m no. 

what is my;

overall opinion:  “Don’t give me that SHIT!” 

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alpharespect

my opinion on;

character in general:  Owen is king. Owen is a wonderful character. I love Owen okay, so much, Funny, badass, just, great okay Also Echos papa..so naturally yes I love himhow they play them: THIS IS A WONDERFUL OWEN YOU DON’T UNDERSTANDthe mun: Grade A+ sweetheart

do i;

follow them: Yesrp with them: Yes, we have some small things and I owe a reply sooo yeah babewant to rp with them: Yess ALWAYSship their character with mine: Not romantically. Family things, Raptor and Handler things, Echo is a lil shit tbh, BROtps, that kinda thing

what is my;

overall opinion: One of the first Owen’s I followed and I was not disappointed, nor do I regret my choice. Such a great and wonderful Owen and I’m always happy to see them on my dash!!

Rolling, Owen opened his eyes, blinking in surprise. “Katniss?” he said, confusion rolling over him. “What are you doing here? In my bed? How did you even get into my bungalow?” he sat up a little.

“Well, I banged on your door a good eight minutes and you wouldn’t answer so I helped myself in.”  She grins, stretching on her stomach and holding her chin in her hands.  “Then, when you didn’t answer once I called your name a few times, I decided to see what this bed was all about to keep you asleep the whole time.”  It’s not hard to miss the confusion and possible worry etching his features, so she sighs a bit and sits up, flattening the winkles of the sheets of his bed with open palms.