11-06-2017, 04:25 AM
As much as Cosmo loved the Lodge and all of its members, he couldn’t stand all the snow and wind that inhabited the area. At first it was cool, since he hadn’t seen that much snow in- well, forever, but now that he’d been living up there for a week or two, its initial charm had faded away. He wanted to venture out beyond the snow, and into hopefully warmer territory. Now don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t leaving Flintlock or anything, he had only just moved in, but one thing’s for sure, Cosmo was yearning for some excitement. So after informing Johannes about his travel plans and packing his hiking bag, it wasn’t long before the frizzy-haired adult set out into unknown territory, a bright smile enveloping his features as he headed towards the sun.
It soon became clear to Cosmo that maybe, just maybe, he should’ve taken a map. He’d finally emerged from the snowy forest, and stripping off his jacket and snow pants in favor of donning a light red sweater, the man couldn’t help but slightly frown as he scoped out his surroundings. From what he could see, the land faded into a series of rolling hills and tapering rivers, and if he squinted, Cosmo thought he could even make out the shape of a desert in the distance, but perhaps this was just his imagination playing tricks of him. After all, what kind of messed up ecosystem placed a desert and a forest next to each other?
Okay, nature was weird. He’d only been walking for a couple of hours, and already he was reaching the end of the hills. They were more of dunes of hills, which was expected from a desert, but still, the geography in this place was messed up. At some point he had to strip off the sweater, and resorted to carrying Moelleux in his pants pocket, which was rather hard to do, since the rat was rather heavy, and took up a lot of space. “Fatty,†He murmured, trekking through the sand. “Remind me to feed you less bread crumbs.â€ÂÂ
Moving through sand proved to be harder than he’d originally thought, and these tight jeans weren’t helping by much. In fact, he was tempted to strip down into his underwear in an attempt to cool down. It had been warm in his hometown, due to living by a beach and all, but this was taking it to a new level. Running a hand through now-damp curls, he eventually plopped down into one of the sand dunes, his tongue dramatically lolling out as he narrowed his eyes at the sun. “Man, it’s a lot hotter than I originally thought.†He observed, wiping a few beads of sweat of off his forehead. “Don’t you think so Mo- Moe?†His olive green gaze had glanced down at his pants pocket only to find that his travel companion was missing.
For a moment everything was silent, but then Cosmo shot up from the sand, a panicked look settling on otherwise pretty features. “Moe?†His voice was a mixture of confusion and worry, and it was obvious from his frantic movements that hysteria was starting to set in. “Petit pote? This isn’t funny, where’d you go?†Olive eyes frantically scanned the surrounding sand dunes, and he felt his hands begin to shake. Shitshitshit, this is why his parents didn’t let him have a pet as a kid. If anything were to happen to Moe-
[1: Little buddy?
[member=2946]EVERETT.[/member] ]
[spoiler=updated 8/24][size=8pt]name: cosmo ricci
name meaning: cosmo is italian for ‘decency and beauty’, while ricci is italian for ‘curly’
gender: male
age: 27
birthday: february 19th, pisces
ethnicity: lebanese
personality:
- upbeat, optimistic, creative, entertaining, energetic, childish
- affectionate, motherly, friendly, big-hearted, trusting
- naïve, impulsive, clueless, indecisive, touchy, unpredictable, silly
- annoying, careless, impatient, gullible, moody, stubborn, dramatic
appearance: standing at 6’3 with a moderately skinny frame, cosmo can be considered fairly attractive for a man, if not a bit boy-ish. the first thing people tend to notice about him is his hair, which can best be described as a messy, dark brown, mop of curls. his skin is a lovely olive color, which complements his wide, if not owlish, hazel-colored eyes.
fashion: one things for sure, cosmo has an… interesting taste in clothing. when he’s not bundled up in a winter coat, boots, and ski-goggles, the adult can be found wearing a colorful assortment of sweaters, and shirts. the more clashing the colors, and the more ugly the design, the better. but do you know what the worst part is? he actually pulls it off.
voiceclaim / faceclaim : michael holbrook penniman jr.
other:
- loves to sing and dance, often found humming or whistling a tune
- kids? dogs? animals in general? he adores them all
- doesn’t know how to fight / can’t defend himself. pacifistic
- speaks french, english, italian, and spanish
It soon became clear to Cosmo that maybe, just maybe, he should’ve taken a map. He’d finally emerged from the snowy forest, and stripping off his jacket and snow pants in favor of donning a light red sweater, the man couldn’t help but slightly frown as he scoped out his surroundings. From what he could see, the land faded into a series of rolling hills and tapering rivers, and if he squinted, Cosmo thought he could even make out the shape of a desert in the distance, but perhaps this was just his imagination playing tricks of him. After all, what kind of messed up ecosystem placed a desert and a forest next to each other?
Okay, nature was weird. He’d only been walking for a couple of hours, and already he was reaching the end of the hills. They were more of dunes of hills, which was expected from a desert, but still, the geography in this place was messed up. At some point he had to strip off the sweater, and resorted to carrying Moelleux in his pants pocket, which was rather hard to do, since the rat was rather heavy, and took up a lot of space. “Fatty,†He murmured, trekking through the sand. “Remind me to feed you less bread crumbs.â€ÂÂ
Moving through sand proved to be harder than he’d originally thought, and these tight jeans weren’t helping by much. In fact, he was tempted to strip down into his underwear in an attempt to cool down. It had been warm in his hometown, due to living by a beach and all, but this was taking it to a new level. Running a hand through now-damp curls, he eventually plopped down into one of the sand dunes, his tongue dramatically lolling out as he narrowed his eyes at the sun. “Man, it’s a lot hotter than I originally thought.†He observed, wiping a few beads of sweat of off his forehead. “Don’t you think so Mo- Moe?†His olive green gaze had glanced down at his pants pocket only to find that his travel companion was missing.
For a moment everything was silent, but then Cosmo shot up from the sand, a panicked look settling on otherwise pretty features. “Moe?†His voice was a mixture of confusion and worry, and it was obvious from his frantic movements that hysteria was starting to set in. “Petit pote? This isn’t funny, where’d you go?†Olive eyes frantically scanned the surrounding sand dunes, and he felt his hands begin to shake. Shitshitshit, this is why his parents didn’t let him have a pet as a kid. If anything were to happen to Moe-
[1: Little buddy?
[member=2946]EVERETT.[/member] ]
[spoiler=updated 8/24][size=8pt]name: cosmo ricci
name meaning: cosmo is italian for ‘decency and beauty’, while ricci is italian for ‘curly’
gender: male
age: 27
birthday: february 19th, pisces
ethnicity: lebanese
personality:
- upbeat, optimistic, creative, entertaining, energetic, childish
- affectionate, motherly, friendly, big-hearted, trusting
- naïve, impulsive, clueless, indecisive, touchy, unpredictable, silly
- annoying, careless, impatient, gullible, moody, stubborn, dramatic
appearance: standing at 6’3 with a moderately skinny frame, cosmo can be considered fairly attractive for a man, if not a bit boy-ish. the first thing people tend to notice about him is his hair, which can best be described as a messy, dark brown, mop of curls. his skin is a lovely olive color, which complements his wide, if not owlish, hazel-colored eyes.
fashion: one things for sure, cosmo has an… interesting taste in clothing. when he’s not bundled up in a winter coat, boots, and ski-goggles, the adult can be found wearing a colorful assortment of sweaters, and shirts. the more clashing the colors, and the more ugly the design, the better. but do you know what the worst part is? he actually pulls it off.
voiceclaim / faceclaim : michael holbrook penniman jr.
other:
- loves to sing and dance, often found humming or whistling a tune
- kids? dogs? animals in general? he adores them all
- doesn’t know how to fight / can’t defend himself. pacifistic
- speaks french, english, italian, and spanish