PAPER THRONE // O, FRISBEE

[ikigai.]

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— with so much going on in mateo’s life - a kid on the way, finding time to see sel, trying to keep his good friend green in line - he felt like he hadn’t had time to try and relax. how long had it been since he’d gotten to step foot on the beach and do whatever he wanted? for a day with fairly decent weather like today, it seemed like wandering out onto the sand, frisbee in one hand, seemed only natural. a change in pace after constantly seeming so busy. he glanced around at the rest of the people also on the beach. a grin slowly made its way to his lips.

“hey!” he called out to one of the nearby beach-goers, waiting to have their attention before tossing the frisbee in their direction. “ever thrown a frisbee before?” it wouldn’t hurt to get a group going. the frisbee fell a bit flat, landing in front of the person’s feet. he chuckled lowly. “hope you’re better at it than i am.” mateo suarez never looked so relaxed. one glance at him and he looked like the perfect example of carefree, relaxed, and happy. he liked to think he deserved to be so happy with the life he had been blessed with. a life he had worked so hard to get.

who wouldn’t be envious of such a lifestyle?

[LYSANDER]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]The beach was nice. It wasn't exactly perfect weather of course, but that didn't mean that Lysander was going to resist the chance to stop, consider. He hadn't been so lucky to grow up around the ocean - he'd spent most of his life in buildings that didn't feel like home, wandering streets and alleyways that smelled nothing like this. It was really nice - the man was trying his best to find new things about this area that would hold his interest. He didn't want to go anywhere - but that restlessness would always remain, he supposed.

Lysander blinked as the frisbee stopped at his feet. He didn't throw well, and was half worried that he might accidentally throw it into the ocean if he tried to throw it back at Mateo, but he supposed life wasn't all about what ifs. He could at least throw it back at the guy, make an effort. Scooping the plastic disc up and shrugging noncommittally, Lysander gave the frisbee a toss in the other man's direction. "It's been a few years." Lysander admitted, grinning back at the man. "You ever done frisbee golf? It's incredibly stupid." And stupidly fun. Maybe they could set up a course in the coming weeks.

[GREENIE.]

Green would step out onto the sand and yet still feel like it was not a prime opportunity to relax. Hell, he was the leader of Northstar and yet he still barely felt like he could do anything that he wanted to do. Not anymore. And so, with hands shoved in his pockets, Greenie gravitated towards Mateo and Lysander as eyes darted between the both of them. He showed no intention to join in on the game - after all, his body ached and the thought of being on his toes and darting around for a game of frisbee sounded nothing short of agonizing for him physically - and so, gnawing on the skin around his thumbnail, he watched from a short distance away.

Lysander mentioned a game that Greenie had personally never heard of, Green briefly glancing over to Mateo just in case he wanted to answer first, before looking back towards Lysander. ❝ How does frisbee golf work? ❞ He piped up, tipping his chin upwards as he observed the game from a short distance away.

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 01/19]basics.
✫ vernon jeremiah green // only known as green or greenie
✫ he doesn't introduce himself as vernon
✫ male // he/him
✫ twenty four // ages real time // born twenty first april
✫ leader of northstar district
✫ stepped up as leader - twentieth april 2039

appearance.
✫ faceclaim - taron egerton
✫ voice claim - taron egerton
✫ family originally comes from llanfairpwllgwyngyll in wales
✫ has a mixed british accent with a welsh and american twang
✫ 5'10ft // lean yet well-built from working out
✫ soft blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
✫ physical health - 60%
    ¬ current injuries: he's been in three fights recently, sustaining many cuts and bruises, plus slashes all across the torso from a knife attack
✫ mental health - 100%
    ¬ he's got no ailments at the moment

personality.
✫ fundamentally he has a good heart // humble
✫ very assertive // does what he can to benefit northstar
✫ has a good set of morals // cares for people unconditionally
✫ very relaxed and composed with self-assurance and confidence
✫ incredibly complacent and laid back unless he's fighting for his cause
✫ massive daredevil // is very into extreme sports
✫ fearless, stupidly so // doesn't mind risking his own life
✫ generally easy to get on with, it's difficult to dislike him
✫ doesn't think into the future // only thinks about the present
✫ dependable and very loyal to his friends

relationships.
✫ david green x cassandra griffiths // both are deceased
✫ only child // his biological father died before he was born
✫ green was orphaned when he was nine
✫ fostered by caroline and steve miles
✫ both his foster parents died when green was eleven
✫ his chihuahua and pug, midas and ginnie, are basically his children
✫ doesn't really label his sexuality // comfortable with who he is
✫ formerly dated fallon rude
✫ formerly dated paige montgomery // mother of his daughter
✫ has a daughter named felicity // is absent from her life

interaction.
✫ storage // playlist // pinterest
✫ physically: hard // mentally: medium
✫ his weapon of choice is a bat, yet he only has it for defense
✫ also has a bow and arrow, but uses it for recreation
✫ much prefers to run away // is exceptional at parkour
✫ very diplomatic and much prefers mediation rather than fighting
✫ dislikes confrontation yet will fight if need be // not a fan of close-ranged attacks
✫ foster parents taught him self-defense
✫ living on the streets turned him into a good fighter
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[ikigai.]

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— it was one of the fairly new faces, lysander, who stood blinking at the frisbee that stopped at his feet. he was at least glad to see the man scoop the disc up, grinning before tossing the frisbee in his direction. the disc made its way over near him, mateo taking a couple of steps to shuffle over and catch it with a grin. oh, he liked this guy already. as the question was asked, he decided to butt in before green replied. “i haven’t, no. but i kind of want to,” he responded with a short laugh, waving the frisbee around as he talked.

“green,” he called, then, waiting only a moment before tossing the frisbee over towards him. he knew green’s state, knew the man probably didn’t want to play - yet he had thrown it anyway. “i bet you’d be good at it. think of it as golf with a frisbee; try and get it in the target.” come to think of it, it would be fun to get a course set up sometime to play frisbee golf. he doubted there were many people who had ever even thrown a frisbee, let alone throw it well enough to get it to go where they wanted to. he’d just have to make a silent note to have lysander on his team.

[LYSANDER]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]Green looked pretty worn out as he appeared, distracting Lysander from watching to make sure Mateo caught the frisbee or not. "It's absolutely fantastic. Best sport that requires no talent and even less exercise." Lysander said, waving a hand in greeting to Green, boots scuffing against the sand absently while he watched Mateo toss the frisbee over to Green. He remembered playing it a lot more when he was seven - he'd lived with a family who'd had a large backyard - complete with a small, but totally workable frisbee course.

"I'm with Mateo, it's pretty easy to play. It's much better than golf golf. And there's no giant lawn you need to play it on." It was a nice thought - it'd been a while since Lysander had set up something like it - he supposed he could help his group now. Sure, it wasn't super helpful, but it was better than doing nothing.

[GREENIE.]

❝ Green. ❞ Greenie sucked in a sharp breath as he saw Mateo throw the frisbee over towards him. Dickhead. Without thinking, Green began to attempt a jog, feebly chasing the frisbee until it landed in the sand a couple of paces away from him. He leaned down, light wince across his features as his body throbbed, and he picked the frisbee back up. ❝ I’d be great at it, huh? ❞ He wagged the frisbee gently in his hand - the fact that he was the only person who hadn’t yet caught the frisbee would suggest otherwise - before he looked towards Lysander and gently tossed the frisbee towards him. ❝ I’ve never even played golf before. ❞ He pointed out, looking his head over his shoulder before looking at Lysander.

❝ I think I’m the kind of person you’d want on the opposing team… to make it an easy game for you. ❞ He chuckled quietly, taking a stand back as he squinted against the intense sunlight. ❝ Feel free to make a… frisbee golf course or something if you guys would like one. ❞ Oh, he was doing a great job at being a spoilsport. Seemingly moody. Disinterested. It was almost as if he was the asshole between the three of them. Eyes fleetingly shifted towards Mateo before he looked away, smoothing his hand over his hair.

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags : updated 03/06]basics.
✫ vernon jeremiah green // only known as green or greenie
✫ he doesn't introduce himself as vernon
✫ male // he/him
✫ twenty four // ages real time // born twenty first april
✫ leader of northstar district
✫ stepped up as leader - twentieth april 2039

appearance.
✫ faceclaim - taron egerton
✫ voice claim - taron egerton
✫ family originally comes from llanfairpwllgwyngyll in wales
✫ has a mixed british accent with a welsh and american twang
✫ 5'10ft // lean yet well-built from working out
✫ soft blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
✫ physical health - 70%
    ¬ current injuries: he's gotten a series on unexplained injuries all over him.
✫ mental health - 50%
    ¬ he's turned into a shell of the man he used to be; paranoid, anxious and visibly distressed with an apparent change in character.

personality.
✫ fundamentally he has a good heart // humble
✫ very assertive // does what he can to benefit northstar
✫ has a good set of morals // cares for people unconditionally
✫ very relaxed and composed with self-assurance and confidence
✫ incredibly complacent and laid back unless he's fighting for his cause
✫ massive daredevil // is very into extreme sports
✫ fearless, stupidly so // doesn't mind risking his own life
✫ generally easy to get on with, it's difficult to dislike him
✫ doesn't think into the future // only thinks about the present
✫ dependable and very loyal to his friends

relationships.
✫ david green x cassandra griffiths // both are deceased
✫ only child // his biological father died before he was born
✫ green was orphaned when he was nine
✫ fostered by caroline and steve miles
✫ both his foster parents died when green was eleven
✫ his chihuahua and pug, midas and ginnie, are basically his children
✫ doesn't really label his sexuality // comfortable with who he is
✫ formerly dated fallon rude
✫ formerly dated paige montgomery
✫ formerly had a brief fling with winifred maddison
✫ has a daughter named felicity montgomery

interaction.
✫ storage // playlist // pinterest
✫ physically: hard // mentally: medium
✫ his weapon of choice is a bat, yet he only has it for defense
✫ also has a bow and arrow, but uses it for recreation
✫ much prefers to run away // is exceptional at parkour
✫ very diplomatic and much prefers mediation rather than fighting
✫ dislikes confrontation yet will fight if need be // not a fan of close-ranged attacks
✫ foster parents taught him self-defense
✫ living on the streets turned him into a good fighter
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