Realistic or Modern ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴜs?

Despondency · Feb 21, 2016

C h a r a c t e r S i g n U p

Be..........creative..........with..........your..........characters.

I'll..........be..........accepting..........a..........maximum..........of..........5..........characters.

This..........is..........not..........first..........come,..........first..........serve.

Deadline; 5th March

requisite: NAME

Self-explanatory

NICKNAME

If applicable.

AGE

21-23

GENDER

Self-explanatory.

SEXUALITY

Self-explanatory.

GRADUATING CLASS

2010
appearance: HAIR

Self-explanatory.

EYES

Self-explanatory.

HEIGHT

Self-explanatory.

WEIGHT

Self-explanatory.

BUILD

Self-explanatory.

OTHER FEATURES

If applicable.
persona: PERSONALITY

Be unique. At least a paragaph.

LIKES

4+

DISLIKES

4+

FEARS

2+

ECCENTRICITIES

3+
in depth: *You make this part up. Be unique and creative.

HOW DID YOU MEET NICKY?

Go into the how and when.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICKY?

Go into the before she died and after.

WHAT DID YOU DO AFTER HIGH SCHOOL?

Go into activities, college, careers, etc.

RELATIONSHIPS

Relationships can be formed after acceptance. When writing about the relationships, include relationships/thoughts before you separated and after.
other: THEMESONG

Is there a song that represents your character?

JOB

Is your character employed or maybe still a student? Etc.
sample: This writing sample is extremely important and may come from other roleplays.

Despondency · Feb 22, 2016

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: A P P E A R A N C E

Erin stands at five foot six inches, her body naturally being slim ever since she was a child and teenager; weighing a good one hundred and twenty pounds. Her dark, dirty, blonde hair can either be seen neatly straightened and down or slightly messy - almost as though it wasn't brushed - in a pony or messy bun. It just depends on her mood. Usually her hazel, green eyes are seen as a dull brown from far, however as you approach Erin, you can see the difference between the two colours. However, in the sun, they are seen as a light green with a speck of teal, orange and brown in the middle. The first thing that people tend to notice in Erin are her luscious lips or smooth, defined legs. Erin does not have either any tattoos or piercings, other than the two in her ears - though it's rare to see her wear earrings because she generally finds them a pain in the ass. Her usual clothing attire consists of dark colours such as dark blue, black, grey and white. She tends to wear baggy sweaters, hoodies and tanks with a pair of shorts or jeans on a regular day, whereas on important and special days, she wears dresses and if she feels like it, she'll wear a pair of heels.
: T R A I T S

? Irritable ? Over Attached ? Loose tongued ? Sarcastic

? Intelligent ? Passionate ? Kind ? Endearing ? Comforting

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Past: Before moving to England, before the culture shock, Erin was a shy character. She stuck to her own and never bothered people with her troubles, constantly fighting her own emotions and thoughts. Many people did not bother acknowledging her as she was like a shadow in the background, watching and waiting and only there to be a shoulder to cry on. While she was timid, she managed to show off her kindness, constantly volunteering and helping those around her. She enjoyed doing so, however, and found it refreshing when she aided people.

Present: Erin is much different, but not enough to where she's a completely separate being. She's still kind, she still wants to help, and she still enjoys watching from the sidelines. She isn't, however, that extremely timid girl that bows her head to people who think they're better. Erin is more optimistic and outgoing thanks to her English friends. They've taught her to take the first step, seek adventure, and most of all, protect herself and know what confidence is.

L I K E S

Music/singing: Talented yet shy, Erin has always been good at singing. It was her dream job till the age of seventeen.

Car rides: Erin has always enjoyed car rides, long or short. They're somewhat calm and soothing for her.

The cold: Living in England for three years has gotten Erin to enjoy the cold weather rather than the hot.

Licorice: It has a very interesting taste to it.

D I S L I K E S

Chocolate: It just genuinely makes her feel sick. She doesn't get why people enjoy it so much.

Big egos: Having confidence is acceptable but being full of yourself is not.

Clingy girls: They always go running for the wrong guy...

Growing up in South Carolina: Erin never saw her future in South Carolina. At the age of nineteen, she left for England to live the rest of her life until now.

F E A R S

Hypegiaphobia: Erin absolutely hates it when she has so much responsibility. It leads to her getting stressed and angry.

Keraunophobia: This fear was discovered when she moved to England. Frequently having thunders and lightning was the least thing she liked ever since she moved.

Q U I R K S / H A B I T S

Pronouncing some of her words in a British accent: Erin had somehow caught the British accent while she lived in England for three years and now pronounces some of her words slightly different to how she used to.

Writing left-handed: It's funny because Erin is usually a right-handed type of person, but when she writes she uses her left hand. She finds it more comfortable.
: H O W . D I D . Y O U . M E E T . N I C K Y ?

Erin was somewhat envy of Nicky when she was young - even when the two were friends. She was pretty. She had the best grades. She had a lot of friends. She was loved. Nicky's pity towards the weak was what got the two together. Accidentally slipping in the middle of the canteen because of the popular jocks in first year was when she was noticed by the social butterfly who came to her rescue. The two got along like sisters.

H O W . D O . Y O U . F E E L . A B O U T . N I C K Y ?

Erin envied Nicky. Not jealous. She lived a good life. Her grades were always the top, she got along with everybody, had great looks and had the perfect boyfriend who cared about her. You could say that Erin was happy for Nicky.

W H A T . D I D . Y O U . D O . A F T E R . H I G H . S C H O O L ?

When high school finished, Erin had no idea what she wanted to do with her life. Losing her best friends and not knowing what to study in college was the worst part. That was until she up and left at nineteen to find herself a life somewhere other than the small country she lived in. Welcome England and a whole new life.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Relationships can be formed after acceptance. When writing about the relationships, include relationships/thoughts before you separated and after.
: T H E M E . S O N G

J O B

Erin attends university and studies business and law. Hopefully, she becomes a lawyer to impress her parents that leaving to England was the right choice. In her free time, she tutors, babysits and sings.
: T A K E N . F R O M . "ROYAL ROULETTE":

"It's beautiful!" The blonde giggled to herself as she clung onto his expensive suit jack. And by expensive, we're talking big money here.

Typical. This wasn't the first time Xander heard the same old compliment about his house. Correction; his father's house. He wasn't sure whether the girl's comment or knowing that this was his father's house made his eyes roll. "Just wait till you get to my bedroom, sweet cheeks."

The heels belonging to the girl and dark business shoes that Xander wore tapped against the shiny marble floor filled the room; if you were stood miles away you'd probably be able to hear it because of the echo. "Prince! Prince! There you are!" A female high pitched voice came not from far as she hurried towards the two in the most ladylike way possible - her eyes immediately wandering over the blonde, obviously curious as to who she was. Xander easily recognized the maid. Maybe the ninth or tenth (he lost count) maid Victor had assigned for Xander to be 'looked after' as he disliked his behavior around the house. The previous ones definitely did a good job at that. The thought simply made the boy smirk.

"Aren't I glad to see you, Vanessa?" His arm scurried it's way around the maid's waist as he pulled her closer towards him, "Maybe you could join us in my bedroom too."

Her first reaction was to blush, then she quickly realized why she was even in her position until today. "N-No!" Pushing away from the man, she shook her head, her bangs swaying side to side along with her head. "Have you been drinking again?" She hissed quietly, glaring at Xander with her arms crossed as if he had just stolen a cookie from the cookie jar. He snickered a little, "Is it that obvious?" He slurred slightly.

"Your breath reeks of it! And did you forget? You, uh, have that important thing today. Remember?" She put emphasis on the word 'important' as her eyes glanced towards the annoyed blonde who glared at her, whereas Xander stood there confused. If anybody on this planet were to forget something as important as meeting the queen; it would be Xander. Oh, wait... The queen is his mother. Guess that didn't count.

The maid stood there, fidgeting in her spot as Xander rubbed his chin. "Yeah... No. We're not getting anywhere, Vanessa." He muttered under his breath, a frown slowly making its way on his face. A small gasp came from beside him and the blonde immediately raised her hands to smooth out his eyebrows, "Frowning brings you wrinkles." Was all that she said before Vanessa spoke again, "That's important dinner with those six girls!" She blurted out exasperated.

You know that look on your face you get when your mouth turns into a big O? Yeah, that was Xander right now. A couple seconds later and he was smirking - not just any smirk, but that smirk when you just know they're planning something evil, "I'm sure father wouldn't mind a guest." He spoke sarcastically.

Before he could make another move, the maid stopped him again. "At least, sort yourself out." She hissed quietly, leaning in slightly to tuck the rest of his shirt in and tighten his tie. Xander rolled his eyes, though he didn't say a word and let her do her job. He seriously felt like a seven-year-old right now. "Okay, mother, I get the point now." He reached for her hands that made their way to his hair and pushed them aside. "Don't want to be later than I already am now, do I?"

Pushing the maid aside, he began heading towards the dining room. Yes, he was signing his death wish right now, but that was the last thing on his mind right now. What he wanted was to embarrass his father, believe it or not. He may be ruining his reputation in front of what may be six sexy ladies, but it's not like he couldn't easily pick up sexy ladies from outside with his charming looks. Just as he was almost about to reach forward and open the door, the maid stopped him. Again. "Oh, what now?" He groaned quietly, turning his head to look at Vanessa who had her hand raised out with nothing but two simple mints that sat on her hand. "Your breath stinks."

Xander glared at her, but he still took the mints and plopped them into his mouth. "You nearly ruined my awesome entrance." He hissed at her before shooing her off with his hand. Turning back to face the door, he cleared his throat and glanced at the blonde for a second before opening the two doors - just as a laugh erupted the room (Scotland's laugh).

"Your fair King has arrived!" He called out in a voice that somewhat resembled his fathers. It was clear the he was trying to mimic his voice.

There in front of him sat his father, mother, brothers, and six women he had absolutely no idea who they were. "Looky what we have here!" He grinned widely, rubbing his hands together before placing his arm back around the blonde, who stood there quite shocked. Wouldn't blame her. What appeared to be a simple fling, was now meeting the King and Queen. "If you don't mind, I brought myself a guest. Her name is..." He lowered his voice for a moment as he completely realized he forgot the girl's name.

"Ah, yes! It's Addison. How could I forget?" He gave his head shake, chuckling a little. The blonde stared at him; slightly pissed. "It's actually Alison." She pointed out as Xander guided her towards the other end of the table for the two to sit. Xander sat at the opposite side of his father (in front of him) at the table, whereas Alison sat beside him on Yury's side. "Pish posh. So, what's for dinner? I'm actually quite starving." Bringing his elbows up on the table, Xander linked his hands together and rested his chin on his fingers with what appeared to be a mischievous grin on his face. His father, however, was not as happy as he was.

"Live each day as if your life has just begun."

logastellus · Feb 22, 2016

What Happened To Us?

***

Parker Onyeka Annye

The Future: " This is literally one of the only times I look presentable..."

Name

Parker Onyeka Annye

"Kind of a mouthful, eh?"

Nickname

" I don't really have a nickname...it's either Parker or Annye"

Age

22

"Trust me...I'm a nurse..."

Gender

Female

" Still bet I look prettier than you."

Sexuality

Panromantic Demisexual

"Well...I do enjoy getting to know a person more before letting them into my pants..."

Graduating Class

2010

"The best class ever"
Started: Hair

Curly Brown

"I like to keep chemicals out of my hair...go natural..."

Eyes

Brown

"Yeah nothing special about my eyes but that's fine"

Height

5'8"

"Oh I'm somewhat content with my height...it's hard to find jeans that fit..."

Weight

130lbs

"My weight fluxuates a lot so I do struggle with trying to remain at one weight"

Build

Curvy yet toned

"I try to exercise whenever I can, gotta stay fit"

Other Features

High cheekbones when she smiles

Seven Tattoos over her body

"If there are engineers that have sleeves on their arms I think it's fine to have tattoos on my body and be an RN"
Yesterday: PERSONALITY

Then

In high school, Parker was the basket case or loner amongst her classmates. She didn't like physical contact and was a bit of a misthrope. She always kept to herself and would always move from a spot or area whenever there were too many people around her. Once of her biggest pet peeves was when students would stand really close to her, she would want to tell them off but she never had the courage to. She would rarely participate in her classes but always reacieved excellent grades on her progress reports. She rarely smiled, even when people said good morning to her or she recieved a good grade on her tests or quizzes. Parker disliked herself for being so closed off from society but that was just how she was. She wasn't a fan of humankind which is ironic given the fact that she is one. She tried to fit in with other people, tried to change her look, tried to just be different. That was until she was assigned permenant chem partners with Nicky. Then her personality slowly started to change as the started to be around Nicky more.

Now

Parker is a woman who is all non nonsense but at the same time people enjoy being around her. With being an RN she tries to be charismatic so that her patients trust her but if they don't she doesnt pine for their love. She's a person who's end goal is to just get things done but not to the point where she's hurting people in the process. She's more of "caring on the outside but not stupid enought to let people manipulate her" instead of "harsh on the outside but really caring on the inside". Parker used to be the quiet, reserved, observant young teen in high school. She would rarely attend events and would always keep to herself even though there were many times she wanted to branch out and be different. She does have times where she will snap and release her pent up emotions on a person regardless of who it might be but she immediately regrets her actions most of the time. Parker doesnt let her doubts and worries interfere with her work, she continues to push through whatever state she is going through in her life.

"Yup...not the same girl I was in high school that's for sure..."

LIKES

Tea

Alternative Rock

Reading Novels

Saving her patients

Rainy/Overcast Days

Her Onesie

Being a nurse

DISLIKES

Delivering Bad News

Seeing her patients suffer

Really Loud Noises

Wreckless Drivers

Traffic

Coffee

Being a nurse

FEARS

Claustrophobia-Fear of being in closed small spaces

Trypophobia-Fear of irregular holes (mainly on the skin)

Arachnophobia-Fear of Spiders

Taphophobia-Fear of being burried alive

ECCENTRICITIES

She can diagnose a patient in a few minutes and somewhat predicts which part of the body will be damaged while the person is in action (i.e jumps off the roof of a house)

She only drinks tea, you will never see her with coffee

She sings to her paitents (young and old) when they are distraught

Washes her hands frequemtly

Always snaps into nurse mode when someone is hurt

Knows how to cook delicious food
And We're: HOW DID YOU MEET NICKY?

It was the typical cliche way that Parker and Nicky met. Both were paired up as lab partners in chemistry class but Nicky was the more talkative out of the two. Parker would just sit and somewhat listen to her talk in class whenever they had hands on experiments in the classroom. Parker thought it was really annoying just listening to Nicky just talk about herself and things that only happened to her. Parker wanted to tell her multiple times that she didn't care about who broke up with who and why she was late for her medi and pedi last weekend but she thought if she told her, it wouldn't change a damn thing. Then one day Nicky didnt show up to class and that's when Parker realized that she felt lonely without Nicky by her side talking non-stop. When Nicky came back next week Parker was relieved to finally have her back as her lab partner and startef to interact with her during the projects. Nicky would talk about herself less and would ask Parker about what liked to do and what she did on her her free time and it felt normal. It felt like Parker made a friend even if it was only in one class. They would sometimes hang out outside of class but that was it nothing more nothing less. On some occasions Nicky would invite Parker to parties and school events but Parker would decline. The peace and quiet Parker begged for when Nicky was around is what she wanted gone once the girl wasn't next to her in chemistry class.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICKY?

Each times Parker entered that chemistry lab and saw Nicky she felt...annoyed at first then later on somewhat desperate. Parker was annoyed by how benevolent and boisterous the girl was. How she always had something to talk about whenever they were together in chem. Parker felt intimidated by how popular and notorious Nicky was at their high school. Parker felt like she needed to meet the standards that Nicky unknowingly set. At one moment, Parker almost started to dress like Nicky until she realized what she was doing and stopped immediately. After the week of not having Nicky around she started to feel at ease around her. The two may not have been together all the time except chem but Parker was slowly starting to feel comfortable around Nicky.

After Her Death

Nicky passed away in the same hospital Parker was working at. Parker was preoccupied with helping a doctor deliver a female patients child while other doctors and nurses were attending to Nicky on a different floor. When Parker was finished with the delivery and was heading to the breakroom, one of Nicky's relatives stopped her and asked her how Nicky was. Confused Parker didn't know what the relative was talking about until a doctor came out and gave Nicky's family the bad news. Parker was standing right behind him the whole time eyes full of shock. Parker didn't feel like her world was crumbling before her or anything but it did take her a while to process what happened to her high school friend. Parker doesn't feel guilty about the death of Nicky but she does feel like she could have helped try and save her life.

WHAT DID YOU DO AFTER HIGH SCHOOL?

Parker graduated salutatorian at her high school and was accepted into Havard university where she studied in their Medical field to become a doctor. She tried to kept in contact with Nicky but rarely had the time to talk to her. Parker is now an RN at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center. She isn't married nor does she have any children but plans to later on in the future.

RELATIONSHIPS

Relationships can be formed after acceptance. Whenwriting about the relationships, include relationships/thoughts before you separated and after.
Already: THEMESONG

JOB

Parker is an RN at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center. That was also the hospital Nicky passed away at.
Late: WRITING SAMPLE

Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...

The last drops of the coffee from the machine stopped as steam started to rise from the very dark brown hot bitter liquid. Morgan stood as the machine ceased it's job and "carefully" took the cup from its metal holders. She moved to another station making sure not to spill the customers drink. Adding the right amount of foam and finally covering the flowing steam with a lid trapping it's freedom she moved over to the little open window on the counter and placed the drink on it calling out the customers name. Then after the customer came did their business she repeated the routine over but with a different drink. She grabbed a cup wrote the name and once again placed it under the coffee maker. She stood by and watched as the black liquid flowed right into the container. She looked at the steam commenced it's freedom and started to think about herself. The cup represented her family, just waiting to be filled with what they wanted from Morgan. The coffee represented all the effort Morgan put in for them, to make them happy, to fufill all their desires up to the very last drop. Yet the steam represented her freedom. The crash that night had set her free from all the burden she was to her family. She continued looking at the hot liquid poor until she was snapped out of her trance by her boss handing her a letter with fancy font on the front.

"Looks like someone has a secret admirer"

Her boss said in a cheeky tone.

Secret Admirer? Who would admirer someone who is dead?

Morgan just shrugged and told one of her co-workers to take over for her while she went to take a break.

She entered the breakroom and sat down on the couch and continued to look at the fine printed, wrinkle and crinkle free envelope. Now someone else would carefully open the envelope without ruining it's fine structure but...Morgan was dead...she could give two shits about how much effort it took to make the letter. She ripped open the envelope with less than normal patience and removed the single thick paper from inside.

"A reunion..."

Yes a reunion, a high school reunion ontop of that. She dreaded that places for how it secretly judged and ruined young hearts. The constant threatening of ruining a teens life with just a single letter grade or a score on a test.

Morgan continued to read the letter or tried to seeing how shiny and stupid it looked and was able to make out a name. Maxwell Carlysle.

"Maxwell Carlysle?"

She tried to remember the name but she wasn't getting anything at the moment. After she finished reading she placed the card in her purse and thought about what it requested.

"I guess a little reunion party couldn't hurt...gives me a chance to scare people into joining me on the other side..."

She chuckled a little bit a returned to work.

Elephantom · Feb 22, 2016

requisite: NAME

Chris Woodgrove

NICKNAME

N/A

AGE

23

GENDER

Male

SEXUALITY

Heterosexual

GRADUATING CLASS

2010
appearance: HAIR

Mullet | Brown

EYES

Hazel

HEIGHT

6'4

WEIGHT

183 lb

BUILD

Moderately muscular and fit body structure and physique

OTHER FEATURES

Broad jaw and strong chin | 5 o'clock shadow (facial hair) accompanied with a moustache
persona: PERSONALITY

James is one of those people who has a really solid light and dark personality, both of which, are very contrasting.

Whenever he's in a good mood, or is simply feeling light, or the environment and situation is good or just somewhat fun, he tends to be humorous and/or sarcastic, energetic and filled to the brim with a sense of cheerfulness and enthusiasm, accompanied with a broad grin, and a polite set of behaviour and action, and a charitable and assertive mind set. He can be seen as the good kid, who came to be too mature, but yet he's also very fun-loving, and just generally a good kid, but a little flaky.

Though, he's normally not an aggressive or quick to anger person, he tends to get rough when he's been flipped of his edge, mind you, that rarely happens.

But whenever the situation is bad, moody or just really serious, he turns to his more deep, concentrated and just plain matured self, with a bit more cynicism added in. He turns a lot more observant and engaging, not in a reckless way of course, and tries to keep a semblance of order and tranquillity, though this gets much disturbed by the more air-headed people, but that is not the point. His broad smile turns into a more serious albeit simple face, with simple facial expressions. Though, one can notice his frowned face or sharp, straightforward eyes. He also gets to be a bit more blunt, but honest nonetheless.

LIKES

Synthwave (music genre)

Coffee (beverage)

Pizza (food)

Peace and harmony (environment)

Golf (sport)

Reading/writing (hobby/action)

DISLIKES

Heavy metal/punk (music genre)

Alcohol (beverage)

South Asian cuisine (food)

Crowd or noise (environment)

Soccer (sport)

Dancing (hobby/action)

FEARS

Spiders (arachnophobia)

Closed spaces (claustrophobia)

ECCENTRICITIES

Has quite a problem of creating either awful or rude jokes, which he actually doesn't do willingly.

Has a habit of caring too much about his moustache and mullet, thinks this is 'the only way the world will perceive him as' or in other words, he's not 'him' without his hairstyle and facial hair.

Overtly obsessive over his likes, like how he promotes and says that synthwave is the 'only good music in the whole world besides chillwave which is only decent' and how pizza is the 'dominant junk food'. It can also be said that he's somewhat of an elitist of his likes, definitely not of a maniacal sort though.
in depth: HOW DID YOU MEET NICKY?

While he was still an accountant, he used to live in a nice environment in the suburban areas with his family. They had a neighbour there, who was Nicky. He'd meet her frequently, while jogging in the park, and some sort of a bond grew between instead of a bitter rivalry, it was mostly because of similar interests or for her nice behaviour. Nicky was the kind of girl nobody would hate, and that was just about it. Slowly, they became best of friends, a really close friend.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICKY?

she's a good friend, a little bit talkative, but still, she was that one person he cared for the most. She needed a shoulder to cry on? He was there. Her boyfriend broke up with there? He was there. He was a dear friend of hers, who'd never lose any chance to meet her, that is, until she died. He was saddened immensely, and felt as if he held a new burden, a burden of loss, of literally a part of him. Though, however he had fights with her, or arguments, he never really meant it, she was like a part of him, a part of his life, his story. And he'll remember her, forever.

WHAT DID YOU DO AFTER HIGH SCHOOL?

At first, he was a security guard working night shifts at a mall for about half a month, afterwards, he was fired after the mall was chosen for demolition and he drifted away in search of another job. He finally found a job at a business company, as an accountant, as he punched numbers into his computer all day long. He was promoted to junior manager after his work as an accountant was held as 'outstanding performance'. Which is now his current job.

RELATIONSHIPS

Relationships can be formed after acceptance. When writing about the relationships, include relationships/thoughts before you separated and after.
other: THEMESONG

Magic sword- Discover

Or

sonic mayhem- futureland feat. Power glove

JOB

Employed as a junior manager at a business company
sample: Jason Sandler

Jason was shuffling in his bed, currently witnessing the most horrible nightmare one could witness in their dreams, which specifically involves spiders, clowns and other creepy crawlies. And to his dismay, all of this were extremely terrifying to Jason, who shuddered in his sleep. Just before he was going to get dismembered by the complex cutting machine, he was woken up by the sound of someone furiously knocking on his door. He woke up with a sudden jolt of adrenaline, as the knocking continued on. He hopped off from the bed, he was still in his clothes, the ones which he was wearing before he booked in. 'Too lazy' was the one thing that came across his mind during that time.

He opened the door with a polite yet drowsy smile, and proceeded to listen to whatever the guy had to say about his sudden arrival.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, sir. But you have to make way for the ballroom for an urgent announcement." He said, with an unwavering polite smile, and a uniform stature.

"Is it mandatory, bro?" He politely asked him, not that he wanted to continue his nightmare, no, but he really needed some sleep, but then again, he wasn't going to argue.

"Mandatory it is, sir. Once again, we're sorry for the inconvenience." He replied.

"Well, ok. Gonna catch up in a few minutes, I really gotta freshen up. Catch you later, bro." Jason said before closing the door, of course, not in an abrupt manner.

He then proceeded to do what he told he was going to do, freshen up. He went to the bathroom, where there was a sink! Obviously, with a faucet and all. First things first, wash your hands, then proceed to wash your face. All of which he did, as the surprisingly ice cold water splashed on his face, leaving a chilly impression. He then brushed his teeth, for two minutes or less before changing into a more casual set of clean spare clothes, courtesy to over-sized luggage. And that was it, he was now Jason 2.0. Complete with a clean white shirt and beige khakis and his favourite pair of brown loafers.

He then proceeded to complete his voyage to the dangerous outskirts of the BALLROOM. Indeed, it was very dangerous, a suicide mission, if you're feeling tacky.

It was actually really easy and was full of tranquillity, now that the hallways were quiet except for am annoyed person in a set of bathrobes. He assumed that he was not the early bird he thought he was supposed to be. He finally reached the ballroom, which was bustling with a group of people, who were gossiping and doing stuff to ease their boredom. He for one, wasn't really very excited.

Meanwhile...

Victor Graham

"Detective Graham is now in front of the most treacherous task he has faced to date. A group of ex-military female soldiers were all decimated by what surviving witnesses claim to be a chainsaw wielding maniac clad in a bunny costume. It was all very thrilling, now as hardboiled detective Graham was passing by, he noticed this tall particular fellow tailing him, he looked behind to see... A door? What the heck is this? This is my dream! I control my dream! No, don't shut me out Like that! Not now! Noooooooo!!!"

And now, there was a very annoyed Victor who was currently standing, and with a clear intention to kill... How dare someone disturb his hardboiled dreams? He had a hell to pay, that was sure.

He stood up before dressing really slowly, all in attempt to annoy the man who was knocking repeatedly and with an unwavering determination. Before he answered, he freshened up really slowly, of course, all in attempt to annoy the man who was now banging on the door.

He then opened the door with a forced smile, and a restrained fist. The man smiled nervously before informing him about the ballroom matter.

"Sir, there's an urgent announcement commencing in the ballroom, it is mandatory for all residents and guests to attend that announcement." He polirtely said, the nervous smile still plastered on his face.

"Bah, humbug!" He said, trying his best to imitate scrooge, as the young adult recoiled in horror with an expression that was a mix of surprise, horror, terror and hypertension. Victor still held that scrooge/warlock imitation before crumbling down to a laughing expression as he chuckled, to which the attendant relaxed down a bit.

"Just kidding, I'll attend the ballroom." He said, pausing a bit before handing the bellboy a tip as he moved along the hallway. The bellboy looked down at his hand with a smile of glee and excitement which soon turned plto utter disappointment as he discovered that it was only a iron button.

Victor slightly chuckled before moving onto the ballroom.

Once he entered the ballroom, he was simply just disappointed, his mouths were frozen in horror, and he was in a deep trance, waiting for someone to break him out of it...

philocaly · Feb 22, 2016

Requisite: NAME:

Corriane Zhang

NICKNAME:

Corri

AGE:

22

GENDER:

Female

SEXUALITY:

Bisexual

GRADUATING CLASS

2010
Appearance: HAIR:

Jet Black and slightly curly

EYES:

Almond shaped and a very dark brown

HEIGHT:

5'11

WEIGHT:

145 lbs.

BUILD:

Tall and Athletic

OTHER FEATURES:

A tattoo of a hummingbird is behind her ear, mostly hidden by her hair
Personality: PERSONALITY:

Most would describe Corriane as a loose cannon. She says what she wants, she does what she wants, she acts the way she wants and doesn't listen to any advice, be it good or bad. This has lead many people to shy away from her, thinking she's rude, vulgar, childish. But really she isn't. Corriane might be a little blunt, she might not really care for others' sensitivities, just her own... However, this girl's a great person to have as a friend or maybe just an acquaintance. She'll cheer you up, even though she might not be able to sense that you're sad, she does it with her jokes that she tells constantly. Her remarks on certain topics are actually pretty humorous too. Corriane loves to make people laugh, and so, it's become a habit to just crack jokes or tell stupid puns.

Corriane is also very social, preferring to go out rather than stay in, and even if she's playing her video game, it's always online, and mostly with her friends. Although, she is viewed as being traitorous to some, as she communicates with everyone the exact same way. To her, no one is higher than another person, and no one is lower. Everyone gets the same treatment from her, making the more sensitive people feel hurt when they see her laughing away with their arch nemesis. With that being said, it's no surprise that Corriane doesn't hold grudges either, the girl can argue, sure, but after the argument, the whole thing blows over. And even if the other person refuses to make up, Corriane doesn't really mind, and talks to them anyways. Although, during the argument stage, Corriane is probably the worst person to be against, she'll put sass you till you're on the ground crying... Well, she can, but she'll try to hold back.

LIKES:

-Coffee

-Socializing

-Friendly Debates

-Jokes

-Anime

-Video Games

DISLIKES

-Irritable People

-Lack of common sense

-People who are way too sensitive

-Embarrassment

-Slow Wifi

-Being Alone

FEARS

Monophobia- The fear of being alone

Coulrophobia- The fear of clowns

ECCENTRICITIES

-Corriane has this thing where she bursts out into dance whenever there's a beat going. She doesn't care where, who, what, when, she'll just do it.

-Corriane likes to pull on the ends of her hair a lot, there's no real purpose to it, in fact it flattens out your hair, but she does it subconsciously.

-Corriane has an obsession over gaming equipment, more specifically, new controllers, new desk, new headphones. If it's new, she wants it.
In Depth: HOW DID YOU MEET NICKY?:

It was high school, the period of time when Corriane felt herself changing the most. She became more social, more open, but more blunt too. And one day, she'd decided to talk to Nicky. They had the same English class together, but Corriane never really socialized with her much, until she had to change seats due to some misbehavior issues and lack of attention. So they started talking, they talked more and more, and Corriane actually grew quite a liking to Nicky. There wasn't anything too special about Nicky, but she was nice and pretty funny, so they soon grew a solid friendship, one that was pretty much unbreakable... Or so it seemed.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICKY?:

At first, Corriane thought Nicky was a little shy and quiet, until she actually opened up, and there was a new light that Corriane took a liking to. Talkative and outgoing Nicky was much more fun and exciting, and she'd actually entertain Corriane's selfish and straightforward attitude instead of being mad or sad, it was something Corriane really did appreciate in a person. When Corriane had received the news that Nicky had died though, she never really felt a pang anywhere. She never felt especially sad, or angry, or happy, it was all sort of a 'Meh' situation. Most would consider Corriane to be a total wackjob for thinking this way, but that's how she really feels.

WHAT DID YOU DO AFTER HIGH SCHOOL?:

After high school, Corriane had signed up for college, a major in Animation and a minor in Graphic Design. She was good too, fairly studious and was also quite serious about her studies. After college though, Corriane didn't hop into Animation or anything yet, she'd actually gotten a job as a barista for a small coffee shop near her apartment which she shared with her roommate. But she did slowly transition to owning her own website, and getting quite a load of requests for animating or just web design, it's a fun job, really, tiring though.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Relationships can be formed after acceptance. When writing about the relationships, include relationships/thoughts before you separated and after.
Others: THEME SONG:

[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGjdSGhsD7o[/media]

JOB:

Animator/Web Designer
Writing Sample: Seiko was frantically searching through her backpack on the bus, biting her bottom lip and furrowing her eyebrows. The students had gotten the email about needing to bring gloves for the exam, but the female had forgotten and is now waiting for some miracle to happen where she's find her gloves buried deep within her bag in a secret compartment or some shit. Seiko sighed in relief when her hand hit something soft, she gripped it tightly and fished it out, only to realize it was a handkerchief. "Why do I even have this?" She groaned, shoving it back into the junk pile that she called her bag. After a few minutes, Seiko had officially given up, zipping up her bag and forcefully plopping it down on the seat next to her, earning a few weird looks from the other adults on the bus.

Her pale fingers unconsciously stuck themselves through her hair, the black, pink and blue strands contrasting to her pale skin. Seiko's hands started to rake through her hair, undoing any tangles before she arrived at school. Vibrant, pink eyes darted around the bus, giving the other strangers quick glances while her brain did some judgement. "She looks neat... That guy looks old... He looks like a total creep..." Seiko thought to herself. Judging people was fun whenever she was bored, unzipping her bag, the female fished out her novel from a small compartment up front, before her eyes settled on something else. She was screaming internally with frustration at this point as she spotted a pair of dark blue leather gloves, and also another pair of black cotton ones. Seiko rubbed her face, trying to keep from kicking herself.

As the bus came to a halt, Seiko looked towards the window. She closed her bag as fast as she possibly could, getting up and off the bus. There was still snow on the ground, which the girl purposefully kicked around, her humming to herself as she reached her destination. This school was the one she'd been studying at for the past few years, her emotions were mixed about this place, on one hand she loved the friends she got but on the other, she dreaded studying for anything. Snapped out of her thoughts by a sudden strong gust of wind, Seiko walked into the school compound, her feet trudging on the snow beneath her. Hopefully today wouldn't be too bad...

The girl looked up at the school before licking her lips nervously, it was big, bigger than any school she's ever been to. It's been a few years already, and yet Seiko still wasn't prepared for how large the school was. It was like she drank a potion and shrank down to become a doll. This made Seiko lose her train of thought again, 'What if I really am a doll? Does that make god a child playing with a dollhouse... Wait, is god a child?' She asked herself, eyes widening at her sudden question. Before she could scare herself even more with stupid queries, she felt a strong tap on her shoulder. "Excuse me ma'am, I think you might've dropped this." It was an old man, he looked very wise... Like one of those masters in the Kung Fu movies that she liked to watch. Seiko smiled kindly, taking her wallet from his wrinkly hand, giving him a soft 'Thank You' before turning and entering what she still thought was an enormous school.

Athenian · Feb 22, 2016

Tae Xi

requisite: NAME

Tai Xi

NICKNAME

Tae

AGE

21

GENDER

Female

SEXUALITY

Homosexual

GRADUATING CLASS

2010
appearance: HAIR

Long, dark brown, [unnatural]waves

EYES

Golden Brown

HEIGHT

5"7

WEIGHT

141lbs

BUILD

Average height, very sculpted/muscular; stocky

OTHER FEATURES

If applicable.
persona: PERSONALITY

Tae has a strange blend of stubbornness and obedience that should be conflicting but meld together quite well. Intense and solemn, she takes everything quite seriously and literally and lacks a bit of a funny bone. Oftentimes, her jokes are either deadpanned or a bit too sharp; on a bad day, it's both. She also has a very impressive drive, able to motivate herself to do things without prodding. However, that does mean she's a bit single-minded and rigid, not entirely good with improvising or changing things up. Other than her intensity when it came to certain achievements she wanted to reach, Tae is actually pretty compliant and soft, agreeable with just about anything and not quite fun to make fun of because it would barely bring up a reaction. Kind and understanding in a bit of a rough way, Tae sees the world as something very clear cut; there is only good vs. bad and black vs, white for her, nothing else. Her naïveté makes her believe everyone is basically a saint until they betray her trust[which is often waay too easily given] or cross some stiff moral boundaries. She feels everything extremely personally and deeply, and scolding you is simply her way of saying she cares/

Because of some sad circumstances in life[Family+Her Sexuality =\= Happy Family], Tae has become slightly more prickly and sharp, making her seem much more strict and harsh and just general stick-up-the-ass in general. However, nothing else has changed, her strangely optimistic outlook on life and people forever constant.

LIKES

- Cooking

- Exercise[Yoga/Kickboxing esp.]

- Mythology

- History

- Playing Piano

- Anything Sour

- Small birds/rodents/rabbits

- Combat boots+blouses

DISLIKES

- Light Rain

- Bitter things

- Country Music

- Lying

- Messiness

- Loud[abrasive] people

- Comflict

FEARS

- Physical Injury

- Heights

- People hearing her sing/seeing her dance

- Spiders

ECCENTRICITIES

- Constantly cracks every bone that can be cracked[oftentimes really loudly]

- Bites/picks at her nails and the skin around them.

- Chews on her hair

- Stutters vowels/slurs over consonants when nervous

- Extremely ticklish feet

- wears excercising clothing or a blouse/jeans combo and nothing else. Ever.

- Constantly cleans glasses[20/40 vision], as she adjusts them by grabbing the lens.
in depth: *You make this part up. Be unique and creative.

HOW DID YOU MEET NICKY?

It had been Gym class, in ninth grade; one of the few classes Tae had actually liked. They had started the day off with some pretty heavy stuff, most likely so the instructors could gauge their physical capabilities. Even if she had been doing[and just quit] dance and was quite fit, upper body strength tests followed by suicide sprints got painful after a while. Nicky had been in front of her. Or maybe behind her; all she knew was that the girl had tripped and they had both fallen to the ground in a heap. Tae was alright for the modest part, but Nicky seemed pretty bent up about her scraped knees. Tae had abruptly ran off the scene, no doubt causing a lot of anger and bewilderment before she returned, slightly more out of breath than before, triumphantly holding a box of bandages, some antibacterial wipes, and a cookie. She helped the teacher patch the poor girl up. They became gym buddies after that, but didn't really hang out until one day Nicky found her struggling with some math homework and invited Tae to her house so they could work on it together.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICKY?

Tae was always pretty protective of the girl, nevermind the fact that she was younger. She coddled Nicky a little bit, always bringing her edible creations that she had made at home during her cooking escapades, or patiently accompanying Nicky in gym despite being able to push herself a lot more when it came to the workouts. They had a strange and strangely fluid older to younger sibling thing going on. When Tae heard the news, she was quite devastated; she hated the thought of someone she knew[it didn't matter if they were her friend, her enemy, her frenemy] getting lowered into the cold, hard, ground. She never really thought that an old friend could just... Leave, like that, and it hurts.

WHAT DID YOU DO AFTER HIGH SCHOOL?

Going to a local college; double major in fitness science and nutrition. CPR-certified and on her way to be a certified yoga instructor. Simply moved into an apartment near school, and teaches/volunteers at the gym a couple of blocks down.

RELATIONSHIPS

Tbd.

sample: Taken from "The Giants" -

Tae stared owlishly at the woman, dumbfounded and barely able to manage a perplexed nod before her feet shuffled for a second then turned and sprinted away. Her mind was a mess, confused and scrambled and just a bit freaked out over, oh, maybe the crudely decapitated giant kicking its way through the town like a child through an anthill.

Tae followed Matthi dutifully, scanning the crowds quickly, manoeuvring her body so that it cloaked Matthi a little bit better than just the shadows would. She merely stared at Matthi for a moment before pulling out a thin parrying dagger from the folds of her clothing and briskly snapping the weakened chains for Matthi before smoothly tucking the blade away. She neglected to mention the sword draped across her back, although she internally praised herself for the quick camoflauging job; it seemed to have worked better than she dared to hope.

"I am... I am Tae. I'm on the run as my slightly controversial views seemed to have hindered the productivity of my people. I don't quite believe in attacking children, you see." A small, crooked smile wormed its way onto her face, a bit bitter and melancholic at the same time. "Not when there are better battles to be fought. I'm a ranger too; high enough in the ranks that I might be able to do... Something. Maybe." She frowned slightly, a bit uncertain. She danced back a few steps, gazing towards the southern wall. "I think... I think I know some of the people on rotation now. And it is still better than being here." Her gaze purposely slid over to the priests in the near distance before she turned and started ambling her way towards the rangers, pausing and glancing behind her shoulder until she was sure Matthi was following.

The sight of a shock of white blonde hair once Tae neared the wall had her uttering a breath of relief; no matter how notoriously picky and unreliable the city was about commissioning their rangers, at least they hadn't deviated from the schedule this time around. Tae stepped into the shadow of the building, grabbin Matthi's arm and pulling him back, watching as a couple rangers made their way down and passed them to most likely help out with the breach.

Slowly sidling up to the wall and keeping the eye out for any other danger, Tae motioned for Matthi to follower her before swiftly climbing up.

"Xiba." She hissed, a few metres away from the man with the near-bleached hair. The mentioned ranger jumped and whirled around, bow up but arrow not quite nocked. He quickly relaxed, however, when he recognised Tae.

"T! My giant, we thought you were captured! We saw your short little rooftop escapade. Well, we didn't know it was you at the time, but still; we thought they had gotten ya." He came over and gave Tae a comradely pat on the back. The rest of the motley group was more or less the same manner; while a few were suspicious, most didn't seem to be hostile. Such was the result of having trained side by side with near all of the rangers present; comraderie seemed more prevalent than a church issued decree.

"Who's your friend?" Another voice piped up, sweet and high. A woman that looked quite young for her actual age with bright blue eyes and long, mousy brown hair tilted her head inquisitively, bow resting against one knee.

"Nice to see you too, Alex." Tae said, smiling widely. "This is Matthi. Wait a moment, please." She added quickly, when she saw all of them stiffen in unison and look at the man beside her with newfound distrust. "They don't seem like bad people. Matthi... He didn't have to be executed for a crime like that, if it even was one." She said, hoping they knew what she was talking about, because she certainly didn't; she didn't really know what he was incriminated for, only having garnered a bit of information from the screaming mob. Whatever it was, it probably didn't deserve death. Probably. "Can you hide us for a bit? Down below?" She continued, clasping her hands in a slightly pleading gesture.

Xiba huffed, groaning, although he didn't seem mad. Sighing begrudgingly, he raked a hand through well tousled hair. "Yeah, yeah. Can't turn a couple'a helpless brats away, yeah?" He held up a hand to stop Tae's sharp berating. "You ain't my commanding officer anymore, T; you not bossin' me around is, like, the only good thing to come out of your banishment and I'm gonna exploit it to th'best o' my ability." He said, grinning cheekily. He walked a few steps before stomping a foot into a section of stone; it smoothly gave way to steps leading down into a dark corridor. "Here ya go. They're mostly for us rangers if stayin' on top gets too risky, so jus' stay down low t'avoid the windows n' gaps in the wall and you'll be fine. We ain't rats, we ain't gonna say anything. Right guys?" He called out, directing his attention back at the crew, who all chorused agreements. "Anyways, down ya go."

Alex rushed up and gave Tae a tight hug. "I hope they let you back soon. Xiba's a good commander and all but he just doesn't have the presence tha you do, y'know?" She whisper-shouted, giggling as Xiba called out an indignant "Hey!".

Tae gave a nod; no sooner that Alex had let go had a tall, wiry man with ashy hair and glasses come up, giving her a small pat on the back and a small thing of crackers. Nodding solemnly, he pushed her towards the gate. Tae steered Matthi towards it, the trapdoor pulled upwards right after they descended, locking them in a dusk-like gloom, the only light filtering in from the evenly-spaced gaps in the small corridor that trailed off into the distance.

"What did they incriminate you for?" Tae said, content to just plopping onto the ground and munching on the crackers that she was just given. "Cracker?" She offered, placing the bag near Matthi.

offbeat · Feb 22, 2016

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Appearance: || Hair ||

Originally blonde, though it is dyed white every now and then.

|| Eyes ||

Blue

|| Height ||

6'3"

|| Weight ||

136 lbs

|| Build ||

Lean and slender, yet toned due to exercising.

|| Other Features ||

Has a large scar on the center of his chest from a surgery when he was younger.
Persona: || Personality ||

Be unique. At least a paragaph.

|| Likes ||

Coffee - Swimming - 80's music - Parties - Alcohol - Strawberries - Vintage clothing - Liquorice - Gossiping

|| Dislikes ||

Buzzkillers - Dullness - Bitterness - Boredom - Isolation - Birds - Liars - Cowards - Inconsiderable people

|| Fears ||

People leaving his side / being left alone

Heights

Making the wrong decisions.

|| Eccentricities ||

Shivers every time someone touches his back, chest or neck.

Whenever he's waiting for something/someone, Eli drums on nearby surfaces (tables, shelves, walls, backs of chairs etc.)

Whistles whenever he's cooking or cleaning.
In Depth: || How did you meet Nicky? ||

Go into the how and when.

|| How do you feel about Nicky? ||

Go into the before she died and after.

|| What did you do after highschool? ||

Go into activities, college, careers, etc.

|| Relationships ||

Relationships can be formed after acceptance. When writing about the relationships, include relationships/thoughts before you separated and after.
Other: || Theme Song ||

|| Occupation ||

Currently an assistant to a fashion retail buyer.
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Novus · Feb 22, 2016

i LoST YoU.

YoU LoST US.

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Requisite: NAME

Jarrod Allen McAllister

NICKNAME

Big Mac

(by the closest of his friends)

AGE

22

GENDER

Male

SEXUALITY

Homosexual

GRADUATING CLASS

2010
Appearance: HAIR

Ink Black

EYES

Blue Green

HEIGHT

5"9

WEIGHT

152 lbs.

BUILD

Lean and Thin, but more Mesomorphic shaped than Endomorphic

OTHER FEATURES

A faint scar over his left eyebrow from an incident that he'd rather not bring up. Ever.
Persona: PERSONALITY

LIKES

Distractions

Candy

Cursive Signatures

Down Pillows

DISLIKES

Procrastination

Itching

Illegible Writing

Forgetting his Toothbrush

FEARS

Jarrod doesn't want his secrets being laid out in the open. He's betrayed quite a good number of people in his day. And, while he has turned a new leaf, he hasn't yet rectified his mistakes.

Jarrod also fears not doing enough in life. He's young, but anything can happen. The recent events have brought that to light for him. In any case, he hopes to leave no stone unturned.

ECCENTRICITIES

Jarrod writes magnificent stories. He keeps them in his journal, and trust me they are worth the read. But that isn't where his excellence is. He has the skills necessary to manipulate anyone. He lies so well, he could convince you of almost anything. The stories he created through farce put his journal to shame.
Depth: HOW DID YOU MEET NICKY?

History:

There isn't much to say about his family life. Jarrod was an only child, born to his mother and her alone. It wasn't like he didn't have a father figure at all. His mom was both, being whatever he needed whenever he needed her. They had been moved around plenty and his mom wore her uniform with pride. Jarrod had his own reservations about the military but he respected his mother's profession. The only drawback was that he never really had a true friend.

They'd moved 6 times in his life. Apparently, he was a lucky one. In those moves, the guy managed to become self-sufficient to a certain degree. It wasn't because his mom wasn't always around. He didn't want to be something she had to worry about. The woman had enough on her plate as it was. Jarrod figured he could be compliant enough so she could be less stressed.

That kinda skipped a beat when he came out. He knew about his sexuality for a while, and it wasn't something he wanted to push under the rug. His mom did. She wanted nothing to do with that part of his life. But, Jarrod though it was the kind of thing that sharply defined who he was. Sure, it didn't change him on the outside. But it made him proud to declare a part of who he was. The result? The retired army-woman made one final move as a last ditch effort to get him to see reason. She honestly told him that a new scene would probably make him see reason. Jarrod knows better. But, he still followed her. Because he loved his mother, he thoroughly believed that this was something they can work past, and he was used to being the new guy. Just another red pin to push in the map of his life.

And on the first day of school, the rest of his life changed. She happened to walk by while listening to one of his favorite songs. "Build God, Then We'll Talk" by PANIC!@The Disco. He nearly ran down half the student body to get her name. The two ended up having a pretty engaging conversation. He ended up driving her home, because she didn't have a car at the time. Surprisingly, that was her favorite as well. They could almost make one complete person...almost.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICKY?

"I used to say 'death was a consequence of living'..."

It'd been so long since the actions that formed the group to split off. And now, Jarrod is filled with nothing but regret over the matter. Nicky was his first friend he ever got to keep. She and her group accepted him, flaws and all. They put up with his bullshit unconditionally. But, when it was all said and done, he turned his back on all of them.

More than anything, Jarrod wishes he could have said or done something with her before the end. She was his partner in crime. Now he really has to go on solo.

WHAT DID YOU DO AFTER HIGH SCHOOL?

He ended up dropping out of Julliard. The acting department head ended up clashing with him on too many levels. However, he struck his luck with being a new face on a primetime drama. That was in 2011. Now he's emerging as an A-lister among the likes of DiCaprio and Cooper.

RELATIONSHIPS

Relationships can be formed after acceptance. When writing about the relationships, include relationships/thoughts before you separated and after
Other: THEMESONG

Then:

Now:

JOB

He isn't in any productions for this season.
WS: "The Neighborhood and Other Atrocities"

"Jay, it looks like we have neighbors across the way. The Olsen's, I think." The light that flooded the room almost seared his eyes out. Jarrod sprung forward, trying to shield himself from the ungodly view of the sun. "Geez, why is the morning so loud today?" he groaned, pushing his comforter off and revealing his nighttime attire of boxer shorts and an open button down. Both were unbearably plaid and did not match at all.

"Mom, why? I know you are used to being up at the crack of God's ass A.M., but I like to get a decent eight hours." he hissed, rubbing his eyes with he backs of his hands. "Well, if you wouldn't be up all night." Ms. McAllister chimed in. "I get to bed at 11pm. Not because I'm a prude, but because I have no one to talk to but grandma. And she's in Boca, with the swim instructor. Remember?" He pulled his jeans on, hopping a bit to get the snug-ish material up. "Well, this is a golden opportunity for you to make friends." Ms. McAllister sneered, folding her arms. The light made her regulation bun hairstyle look like a heavenly doughnut.

"Hard pass." he said, taking a look outside. There were four people outside, the two younger ones looking as different as day and night. "Yeah, definitely not." he remarked, starting to button his shirt. "And why not? She looks rather pretty." his mom said, earning a sharp flash of grey in her direction. "Mom! NO! I mean, look at her." he gestured to the girl who looked a typical tiny, fit, and tan. "She's picking up a cigarette butt with a tissue. If that doesn't scream snob, you need hearing aids." Ms. McAllister chuckled, turning her back to her son. "She looks practical to me." she quipped with a sigh.

"Well, why don't you see about dating her...and I'll check out her brother." Jarrod shot back at her, closing the door to the bathroom behind him as he went to perform his morning rituals.

animegirl20 · Feb 22, 2016

"Only one person really understood me.....and now she's gone..."

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NAME

Asuka Inchinomiya

NICKNAME:

Tiger

STAGE NAME

Aurora

AGE

21

GENDER

Female

SEXUALITY

Straight

GRADUATING CLASS

2010
Appearance: <a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/Megurine_Luka_full_1962034.jpg.e1134724c692457daeae17b7cf6de284.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="107765" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/Megurine_Luka_full_1962034.jpg.e1134724c692457daeae17b7cf6de284.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a>

HAIR

Pink

EYES

Blue

HEIGHT

5'6"

WEIGHT

123

BUILD

Thin and curvy

OTHER FEATURES

None
Persona: <a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/Megurine-Luka-megurine-luka-29391390-1680-1050.jpg.1afa958034b236721f0e39a495c3e481.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="107766" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/Megurine-Luka-megurine-luka-29391390-1680-1050.jpg.1afa958034b236721f0e39a495c3e481.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a>

PERSONALITY

Asuka is a sarcastic, cynical, and prideful girl who is easily made angry or upset. She hates when people point out her flaws or call her the Tiger, a nickname she earned because of her tendency to snap at people. Her broken family has made her act this way. Despite her tendency to be aggressive, she is actually a kind person, especially to people she trusts. She is extremely loyal, too, as she is willing to fight tooth and nail to protect her loved ones. She is not afraid to speak her mind and is often bad-mouthed because of her somewhat rude attitude toward people and lack of social skills. Asuka gets a lot of confessions from guys but turns them down since she's afraid to love someone. Because she is often misunderstood and judged, people don't see her kind and loyal personality. Asuka wants to treat everyone kindly, but due to her past, she has a hard time coping with reality. She apologizes to her friends if she accidentally snaps at them. She has an obsession with being perfect in everything she does due to her family. Not once has her friends ever seen her cry before.

LIKES

Music

Singing

Photography

Reading

DISLIKES

Flirts

Being lonely

Her Older Sister

Horror Movies

FEARS

Never being good enough for her parents

Being alone in the dark.

ECCENTRICITIES

Trying to be perfect

Has a tendency to snap at people

She only answers's to her stage name, Aurora
In Depth: <a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/megurine_luka_render_by_zombieusagi-d50tecw.png.1a3cbf2d636fad9e45ae519661ce4296.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="107771" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/megurine_luka_render_by_zombieusagi-d50tecw.png.1a3cbf2d636fad9e45ae519661ce4296.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a>

HOW DID YOU MEET NICKY?

Asuka used to be bullied a lot so later ended up changing her image and became a bully herself. Asuka met Nicky in middle school, it was after school. Asuka had a really bad day and she wasn't the type to let other people see her cry even to this day. Nicky happens to find her crying out behind the school. When Asuka realize she had seen her cry she almost gave Nicky a black eye. Nicky managed to calm her down and asked her what was wrong. Ever since that day they had been best friends. Nicky was the only person who knew and understood what Asuka was going through.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICKY?

Asuka saw Nicky as an older sister. Even though they were the same age Nicky came off to her as a little more mature. Asuka trusts Nicky a lot and it's hard for her to trust anyone so that's saying a lot. Now she's gone and Asuka is taking it hard. She feels more alone more than she ever did before.

WHAT DID YOU DO AFTER HIGH SCHOOL?

After high school her parents signed her up with their talent company and made her into a pop star.

RELATIONSHIPS

Relationships can be formed after acceptance. When writing about the relationships, include relationships/thoughts before you separated and after.

Sample: Carla thought for a moment. "Well I'm not sure...." Then an idea came to mind. "Actually there is something you could do." Just as she was about to tell her she heard yelling in the throne room, it sounded like Lady Sasika. "Mizuki you hear that?" She heard some more yelling and this time it was the King's voice that was booming through the walls. "Come on Mizuki follow me to the throne room quickly." She started running down the hall to the throne room. She had a bad feeling and was hoping that no one was hurt. When they reached the throne room doors, she demanded the guards to open up. They quickly open the doors and she went through. The moment she did the scene Carla saw froze her in place. The king had a blade under Sasika's neck. He looked scary as hell. The whole throne room was completely silent. She wasn't sure what was going on but this couldn't be the right way to handle it. As much as Carla wanted to say something..she couldn't. She was scared probably like everyone else in this room. The king was up close to Sasika's face whispering something to her ear and you could tell by the look on her face he had threaten her. Carla's anger was rising but she knew it wasn't her place so she stayed still. Once the king told Sasika to leave. Not being able to hold back any more Carla ran to Saiska to help her up. She motioned Mizuki to help her as well. As Carla was helping her up she looked over at the adviser as she heard his words he uttered. How can he approve of such a thing. Once Sasika was up Carla motioned Mizuki to take Sasika to her room. Carla then turned and looked over at the King with a hard glare. Which you could imagine the names she was calling him with the look she gave him. Then she left without a single word or bow, actually she left quite rudely with the throne room doors slamming behind her. Once she left the throne room and the doors closed her hands began to shake. She was scared but she didn't show it in the throne room at least she tried. She wondered if anyone in the room noticed. She was also freaking out cause glaring like that at the king probably was not a good idea and on top of that, she wasn't even supposed to be at the castle right now. As she stood there trying to get her hands to stop shaking she noticed someone in front of her. "Miss Eilza!?" She straightens up she hated looking weak in front of people. "Sorry the king at the moment is in no mood for visitors I suggest you see him another later." She said giving her a smile.

soular · Feb 23, 2016

JUST: NAME

Dustin Phillip Sanders

NICKNAME

None

AGE

22

GENDER

Cisgender Male

SEXUALITY

Heterosexual

GRADUATING CLASS

2010
ANOTHER: HAIR

A dark brown, tangled mess, Dustin's only hope is to gel it and go.

EYES

When he isn't high or drunk, his eyes are a cold, crystal blue that are difficult to look away from.

HEIGHT

Dustin is on the taller end of the spectrum, reaching about 6' even.

WEIGHT

Cocaine does miracles on the body according to Dustin, and he weighs a slightly unhealthy 140 pounds.

BUILD

Dustin is incredibly skinny, but not so much so that he is only skin and bones.

OTHER FEATURES

Has a cleft chin.
HIT: PERSONALITY

Dustin's personality is actually quite difficult to pin down. In fact it'd probably be easier to separate Dustin into two different people: sober Dustin and high or wasted Dustin. The general public would agree that the latter is actually more fun to have around due to him being a goofy, easy going, and laid back guy. Of course he is always a bit paranoid, and has a hunger that seems to never diminish, but he is also very talkative and quite humorous. He seems to thrive off of other's laughter and also have a sort of odd neediness to him where he needs to have all the spotlight on him. A bit of a daredevil, it's common to hear Dustin yelling out "One more!" when everyone knows that it's exactly what he doesn't need.

Sober Dustin, however, is a pathetic shell of a human being, who hardly resembles his pre-drug self. Often reduced to an easily agitated, desperate mess, Dustin in this state has only one goal in mind. Find a way to get to the next high. Despite the boatload of drugs in his system, he still manages to be a fairly intelligent guy. The only problem is that he hardly takes the time to study anymore and his GPA is suffering because of it. Do to his dependency issues, Dustin is a terribly selfish young man who only seeks out other people in order to make himself feel better. His ego is giant and he truly hates with the attention isn't all on him.

LIKES

~Drugs

~Alcohol

~Being called the Class Clown

~Playing video games

~Snacks

~Big dogs

~Girls

DISLIKES

~Being sober

~Being told he "needs help"

~Sweaters

~Cats

~Things being too quiet

~Not being the center of everything

~Being wrong

FEARS

~Overdosing

~Failing a class

~Not getting his dream job as a lawyer

ECCENTRICITIES

~Cries when he gets really wasted

~Showers at least three times a day

~Incredibly arrogant yet insecure at the same time
...: HOW HE MET NICKY

Back in his high school days, Dustin was as quiet and shy as you could imagine anyone to be. He was always branded as the nerd who you only went to for homework help, and that's exactly how he met Nicky. He was a bit of a tutor, to put things simply, and often helped her with assignments or let her copy his work. It was really no big deal to him.

HOW HE FEELS ABOUT NICKY

A bit cliche really, the geeky nerd tutor fell for the pretty girl who everyone liked. She didn't even have the chance to reject him because he didn't ever tell her how he felt. By the time graduation rolled around and Dustin realized they were headed in completely different directions, it was too late. In truth, he couldn't cope with the fact that she was "the one that got away" and it's why he turned to drugs (along with the fact that his dorm mate said it'd help him focus). Admittedly, he'd forgotten about her by the time the news of her death rolled around, but the memories all came surging back. The primary feeling he has is anger, and he is desperately searching for a why even when people keep assuring him that they didn't suspect fowl play.

WHAT HE DID AFTER HS

Dustin, being outstandingly academic and graduating at the top of their class enrolled in and was accepted into his dream school, Harvard. He spends all of his time on campus and is widely known as the goody-two-shoes turned bad. Drugs became his free time activity and yet somehow he manages to still pass all his classes. He's in graduate school now and his GPA is starting to suffer a bit from all the neglect. His parent's worry that he's going to lose his scholarships.

RELATIONSHIPS

TBD
OR: THEME SONG

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JOB

Part time at the grocery store near him
TWO: WRITING SAMPLE

After the slow start and rude interruptions, Victor's day actually passed fairly quickly without further incident. He, of course, had been distracted by the invitation, wondering why he of all people was invited in the first place. Hell, he didn't even know that people from his class even remembered his name during the time the were still in the building, never mind a solid handful of years later. He fought an inner war with himself. Should he bother going, or should he stay in and watch television as he always did on days like these. However, as he left the building he quickly realized that he didn't exactly have a say in the matter.

A driver stood near where his car used to be, a fancier and newer model sat in its place. "What the hell?" he thought to himself, looking around for his own car. Well shit, guess he was going to the reunion even if he didn't want to. An annoyed expression found its way onto his face as he approached the older man, shrugging out of his frail reach as he reached for his bags. Polite move, but Victor was too irritated to accept the courtesy. "To your home, Mr. Michaelson?" the man asked, and with a brisk nod from the aggravated young man they were off.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at his home and Victor was grateful for this. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to stand the pensive stare the old man directed at him the entire ride. He entered his modest home (leaving the driver standing in the doorway), and rifled through his closet for something to wear. He assumed the dress would be somewhere along the fanciness of a black-tie event, so he settled for a well fitting suit and a scarf to accent. To his dismay, in the time that it took him to get ready the old man hadn't been bored enough to fuck off, so the gentle cough of the nearly dead man behind him nearly scared him out of his skin.

"Fucking, Christ. That's just creepy. You shouldn't creep up on people who know many ways to kill you," he grumbled quietly, shoving roughly passed the driver and back into the fancy car. Lot's of money spent by this Maxwell guy for no good reason in Victor's opinion.

The drive to the fancy estate was notably longer than the drive to his home, and Victor found himself wanting to kick himself because of how dull the silence was. He was so grateful for their arrival to the party he practically jumped out of the car in skipped up to the overly decorated door that marked the beginning of what was sure to be an interesting night for him. It wasn't accurate to say that the party was in full swing, however there were more than a few bodies already cluttering the place. Including a clumsy, out of place, yet still pretty good looking young woman who seemed to be bumping into any and everything she touched. "Good way to catch something nasty, touching everyone in this place. Glamour and sparkles hide terrible diseases," he said to her in a cynical tone when she was close enough to hear him. What a way to make friends.

junie · Feb 25, 2016

Elise Quinn Chang

Requisite: Name:

Elise Quinn Chang

Nickname:

Lise, Lisa, Quinn

Age:

22

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Graduating Class:

2010
Appearance: Hair:

Brown

Eyes:

Grey

Height:

5’8

Weight:

110 pounds

Build:

Slim, slight curves
Personality: Personality:

Elise is simply a cold hearted person. She has a tough shell around her and can come to be rude. She doesn’t mean to be rude, but to only speak her mind. She has a sarcastic attitude and can have her own roast session. She can be pessimist in certain situations, and tries to put others down. She has a mind of her own and likes things her own way. Despite her attitude and cold interactions, she’s a kind hearted person. She only reveals that part of herself to her close friends. In other words, you could call her a bitch.

Likes:

-Rain

-Pop music

-Cute plushies

-Makeup

Dislikes:

-Lack of common sense

-Ignorant people

-Not having enough comebacks

-Talking about her feelings

Fears:

Obesophobia- The fear of obesity

Cacophobia- The fear of ugliness

Eccentrics:

-Whenever a camera is taking a picture, she just has to be a part of that picture.

-Whenever she sees any makeup, despite its price, she immediately buys it.

-She usually paints her nails, every other day.
In Depth: How did you meet Nicky?

Elise was a obese and unpretty child during her middle school days. Elise was bullied and judged by the other girls in the lockers rooms, bathrooms, classrooms, hallways, and anywhere else you could think of. She was insecure about her body and face and would usually eat lunch in the bathroom stalls. In 8th grade, she was diagnosed with anorexia. She became super skinny, but she would still be insecure about her body and face. On the first day of freshman year, she was already being bullied by the other girls, by calling her an “Attention Whore” and many more words. She was found on the roof, about to jump off, but Nicky happened to be there before anything else could happen. Elise was convinced by Nicky to not take her life and ever since then, Nicky and Elise have been friends. Throughout high school, Elise has gotten thinner and prettier. By the time junior year came, all of the guys were drooling on her, even though she was slightly still insecure about herself.

How do you feel about Nicky?

Elise saw Nicky as her older sister and her only family. Nicky was only a few months older than her, but they were very close. Now that Nicky is gone, she feels like a part of her is missing.

What did you do after high school?

After receiving her high school diploma, she flew to Korea to become a Korean pop star and is now famous world-wide. She was featured in many movies and films. She can also be found in magazines.

Relationships:

Relationships can be formed after acceptance. When writing about the relationships, include relationships/thoughts before you separated and after.
Others: Theme Song:

[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a8eFKBhgGhI[/media]

Job:

K-Pop Star
Writing Sample: It was past noon, the sun shined above Elise and her radiant copper brown hair. Her hair was tied neatly in a fishtail braid and loose strains of her hair was too be seen. Her long, skinny fingers wrapped around her book and her head was slightly tilted towards the book. A cup of tea was placed onto the table that stood before her. Her white laced dress covered her torso, shoulders and the skirt looked like an A.

"Your Highness, her majesty has asked for your presence." A royal guard has said as he slightly bowed. Elise smiled gently and thanked the guard. She followed him into the castle and out of the garden. Her book was held closely to her side as she followed. Her white pumps echoed through out the castle, letting everyone know she was in the castle.

The guard opened the door for Elise and allowed her to enter. As she entered, he gently closed the door and Elise was standing before her sisters and her parents. All of the attention was on her now.

"What's wrong on Mother?" She curiously asked her mother as she placed her book onto the coffee table and stood there silently, along with her sisters.

"Nothing's wrong, dear. We just wanted to announce something important to all of you." Her mother replied.

"What could possibly be so important that all of us have to be here?" Diana asked in an annoyed tone.

"You know your mother and I met..." Their father replied.

"No...no..." Diana nervously chuckled at her father's words. "We are NOT hosting a Selection." She refused.

Elise turned her head to face Diana. "What's wrong with the Selection?" Elise asked Diana.

"What do you mean what's wrong? It's just playing with men, and entertaining our country. We're wasting our time on being in romantic interests and not attending our study sessions." Diana stated.

"Now...now. There's no need to rowdy about this." Their mother tried to calm this environment.

"Mother, I'm afraid I'd have to agree with Diana. I don't think a Selection is appropriate at this time." Elise said gently.

"You, all of you are eighteen. It's the perfect timing." The king responded.

Elise sighed and wrapped her arms around herself. "Fine, do what you want." Diana was the first to leave the room. The king sighed and closed his eyes for a little bit.

"It doesn't really matter if you host it or not. Just make sure that they don't bother my study sessions. I plan to be a successful woman, not a 'used to be royal whore'." Elise spat back to her parents. She hurried her way out of the room and letting her heels make its noise through out the castle. She had to stand strong on this. She needed to be intelligent to become successful when Diana takes the throne. She didn't want a Selection to be hosted, but it would be fun to play around with some boys. She slightly smirked and continued the path towards the garden.

Coding By @Chibii

VintageBlues · Feb 25, 2016

Josiah Tebbit | 21 | Heterosexual

Name: Josiah Tebbit

Nickname: Josh

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Class of 2010
Hair: Deep Chestnut

Eyes: Dark Brown

Height: 6'1

Weight: 167

Build: Somewhere between lean and muscular. Certainly not a body builder, but not out of shape.

Other Features: He has a small cancer ribbon tattooed on his back shoulder. Also, there's a tiny birthmark on the left side of his jaw.
Personality: Josiah is an array of genius, sarcasm, and compassion. He's a soft speaker without an ounce of violence within his lumbering frame. Despite growing up in 13 different motels and having to care for his ill mother, he's constantly trying to uplift the people around him. His introverted personality often leaves at a disadvantage. Throughout high school, he was misunderstood and pressured into being someone he wasn't. He cares more about other people's perception of him rather than his own well-being.

He's also a bit of a genius. He was the top of his class throughout high school. On the rare occasion when people did talk to him, they were often begging for answers on the math homework or asking to copy his answers on the assignment they slept through. Ever since his mother was diagnosed with grade 3 breast cancer, he's studied non-stop to make it into med school to develop some sort of cancer cure.

Likes:

+Vintage Cars

+His Cat

+Making People Happy

+Journaling

+Science

+Playing the Piano

Dislikes:

-Constant Movement/Instability

-Seeing His Loved Ones Die

-Eating Meat

-Violence

-Loud Noises

-Negative People

Fears:

*Losing His Mom

*Death

*Being Alone

*People Hating Him

Eccentricities:

~Has An IQ of 140 (Genius)

~Is A Vegetarian

~Loves Vintage Sweaters

~A Surprisingly Heavy Drinker

~Hates Smoking
How He Met Nicky:

Josiah will always remember Nicky as the-the fun and the fierce girl that sat next to him in art class. Her hair was always pulled up in a messy bun to avoid dying it blue with paint, and she was the only one in the class who actually appreciated his lopsided pottery. Nicky was his personal warrior. He'll never forget the time she stood up for him after one of the guys in the class decided it would be fun to throw around a few derogatory terms and crumpled gum wrappers.

How He Feels About Nicky:

When he first met her, she kind of scared him. She was relentless and vibrant. The complete opposite of himself. She wasn't afraid to be herself and never cared about the opinion of others. She was everything that Josiah wished he could be.

On the flip side, he started to hate her towards the end of senior year. They no longer talked as much and she spent more and more time with other people. The little group that had formed slowly started to fade away and eventually they all got disconnected. At the time, it was a huge deal. He felt like he was losing everything and everyone that had ever made him happy. Now, he's forgotten all about his high school troubles.
Theme Song:

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Current Occupation:

Finishing up college, headed towards Med School. Currently volunteering and working at the local hospital.
COMING SOON.

((trying to find my best one))

Christopher Pyne MP · Feb 27, 2016

NAME

Harold Wilkes

NICKNAME

Horrible Harry

AGE

22

GENDER

Male

SEXUALITY

Deep inside your mother. In other words, straight.

GRADUATING CLASS

2010
HAIR

Short, greasy and black.

EYES

Green with hazel flecks.

HEIGHT

193 cm.

WEIGHT

73 kg.

BUILD

Lanky and skinny, Harold would never make it onto any rugby or American football team.

OTHER FEATURES

Harry has the most disgusting neckbeard you've ever seen.

On his left shoulder blade, he has the Prussian Iron Cross tattooed. This according to him was an accident.
PERSONALITY

Harold fits the archetype of a shitposting nihilist. Not having the most positive outlook on life, Harold spends most of his time deriding others for their idealism or being blatantly offensive to others. An example of this is telling holocaust jokes in the presence of a practicing Jew or in a nursing home. Despite this cynical outlook on the world, Harold did for a time, take enjoyment with his close cabal of friends, until the arguments split them up and made him more of a hermit than usual. Harold is also a very impulsive person, often leaping at the first chance to become drunk, or get himself laid.

LIKES

Sex

Alcohol

The Internet

Video Games

DISLIKES

Idealistic people

Snakes

Sobriety

Tumblr

FEARS

Snakes

Nuclear Annihilation

ECCENTRICITIES

Loves to lecture people on the futility of politics and how the world is corrupt as all hell.

Has a surprising amount of Nazi paraphernalia for someone who "Isn't a fucking Nazi!"

Loves to insult people of all stripes, creeds, and persuasions.

Secretly adores swing music from the 30's and 40's.
HOW DID YOU MEET NICKY?

Harry was in modern history class in year 9 when Nicky came in. The two worked on a project together about the Third Reich and the technological advances made by the Nazi's during the second world war. Despite the well-researched piece, the teacher dismissed it as "Neo-Nazi diatribe" and forced the two to go to the schools chaplain, and undergo a de-radicalization course. The two, however, would share in-jokes for the next few years until they fell out.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICKY?

Before Nicky died, Harry dreamed about sliding his meat inside of her. Nicky was a figure that changed Harold's life. She was the first girl to talk to him socially and opened a new world to him that wasn't filled with hate, Nazi's and memes. When the group eventually did break up, Harry would always regret having not asked Nicky out, or at the very least not having talked to her more. When she died, those regrets all flooded back, and Harold tried to get back to attend her funeral but was unable to, something he felt ashamed about. Since then, he's been one of the most vehement supporters to get the gang back together as it were.

WHAT DID YOU DO AFTER HIGH SCHOOL?

Harold worked at the local party supply shop as a "Junior Retail Assistant" for a few years before saving up for a trip to Europe. It was there that he used his dual EU citizenship to study in France in criminal law. On his weekends, he frequents either Sweden, Ireland, Britain or Germany. As of the time of Nicky's death, he's right now halfway through his degree, having put it on hold to get back to the States.

RELATIONSHIPS

Relationships can be formed after acceptance. When writing about the relationships, include relationships/thoughts before you separated and after.
Harry struggled to get up the morning after his binge session. He smiled a little as he put on his glasses, realizing the sex worker from last night was still there. Harold began to adjust himself to the comfort of the thick blankets. He reached to his bedside table, grabbing his iPhone as it buzzed again.

"Herr Harry, would you please...." the woman mumbled in a thick, sexy German accent "It is too early to wake up...." she grumbled sleepily in her before sluggishly putting a tattooed arm around him.

"Tut mir leid Gertrud." he said, running a hand through her golden locks. He began to look at the phone, overnight he'd received a hundred or so messages, "What the actual fuck?" he asked, it bothered him whenever people decided to use Facebook to contact him, the only reason he kept the damned app was to keep up with girls like Gertrud and hit them up for freebies.

Harry's eyes scanned the messages and he became paler and paler, Nicky, Nicky was dead. Harry looked down at his lap, what was he meant to feel? Nicky, the last they'd spoke, she'd given him the cold shoulder. And now, after all, this time, she was dead. Harry swallowed as he thought what he would do. He couldn't just leave her on the other side of the world, she was his goddamned friend for fucks sake. But it was March the 25th, how the hell was Harry meant to make it back to America in less than 24 hours. There were tickets to book, things to pack and his fucking passport to find.

Harry then looked across his shabbily decorated bedroom and looked himself in the eyes. He'd be back, he and Nicky had done so much together, and he owed her big time. He looked at Gertrud, "Hey," he said, "Gertrudchen, I have to go." he said.

The busty woman opened her eyes, and sat up, "Why Herr Harry?" she asked, a pout going across her luscious pink lips. "Weren't you having fun?" she asked, before sliding a hand lazily under the blanket to where his crotch was, "I could make you feel all better...."

Harry shook his head, and rolled out of bed, "No, no, it's not like that Gertrud," he said, "My friend, she's dead, and, and the funeral, it's tomorrow." he said, "I need to get back." Harold began to grab at the clothes in his mountain of dirty laundry, smelling what was relatively clean and shoving it into his backpack.

"Oh..." the German sex worker said, "I, I'm sorry for your loss Herr Harry." she said.

"It's fine Getrudchen." he said, pulling on some jeans, Harold decided he'd go commando to save time. Harry almost facepalmed when he realized that he forgot his car was impounded "Actually, there is something you can do." the beleaguered pessimist said, "I need you to drive me to Charles De Gaulle." he added, putting on a Force Awakens shirt and an LOTR hoodie.

"Herr Harry," Gertrud began "I can't do that, my next client has booked me in an hour. That would be-"

"Gertrud," Harry interrupted, walking to his bedside "I swear to god, I'll make it worth your while." he said, beginning to rummage around to find his Swedish passport.

"What do you have to offer me?" the German woman asked, putting her fishnet stockings back on with a huff.

"Look, I swear to God, you can, you can run your little escort service outta here for a bit." Harry said, "Just please, I really need this."

The German shot him a look and rolled her eyes, "Gutes Gott, wofuer machen ich eine handeln mit ein klein schwanzt Arschlock wie du." she ranted angrily to herself, before mulling it over, "Fine." she said.

"Cheers!" Harry said, pulling out the draw and placing it on his bed, it took several minutes of painstaking searching, but he found it, "Eureka!" He yelled, before sliding his wallet and iPhone in his pocket and passing the German prostitute his house keys. "Just wash the sheets and we'll be alright, ok." Harry said, beginning to book the next flight to JFK.

Gertrud took the keys, and slid them inside her fur jacket, "Fine then." she said, "I'll go meet you outside." she said, walking down into the stairwell.

Harry paused and sent a simple three-word message to Nicky's parents, "I'll be there."
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DreamsAreForDreamers · Feb 27, 2016

Landon James Hanson

"If I'm gonna going back to where it all began. I'm bringing my only salvation"

The Only: Name:

Landon James Hanson

Nickname:

Lan, Jam, Don, Jame

Age:

22

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Graduating Class:

2010
Miracle In: Hair:

Straight and Brown.

He doesn't have a lot of styles. Only two. Which is short like military or long and gelled. His favorite one is the long and gelled hair style.

Eyes:

Light Blueish Green

Sometimes it's blue and sometimes it's green. Sometimes it's even both.

Height:

6'0'

He's kinda tall

Weight:

156 lbs.

He's not very thick but not very thin either. It's right in the middle.

Build:

Muscularly Thick

He likes to run and work out but does it at a pace.

Other Features:

He sometimes grow out a beard when he doesn't want to shave. He has two tattoos and they both has meanings.
My Life: Personality:

Then:

Landon was a player. Simple as that. He loved breaking girls and boys hearts and seeing them go from happy to devastated. It was like revenge for him. He wasn't usually this cold. He had a love once but people who judged them and called them names took that love away. Now he's more into breaking hearts then healing his own. He was goofy with his friends and always protective over them. He loved them a lot but didn't share everything with them. He was closed off and distant sometimes. Never really there and always disappearing for weeks at a time but his grades never suffered. He was a smart kid and always will be.

Landon loved to be free, and that's just how he was. Never dealing with his problems head-on, instead turning them into charm and using that charm to break another heart. Didn't matter if he was happy, after his love gone away. It seem to be the only way to feel something other then pain. Whether it was guilt or happiness. It was the only way to remind himself, he was human. He was a human with an broken heart that never healed.

Now:

When Landon moved to his college town. It was like High School all over again. He was 18 with his days of heart breaking still ahead of him. Girls and the boys were the same and soon enough he was known as the player of the school once again. He was majoring in Engineering and minoring in Social Work. He loved kids, it was like a different person when he was with them. He always loved how things work and wanted to know how to fixed things and make things.

Landon was mature this time around though, he made sure people knew what they were getting into when they got in bed with him. He always stopped them when he knew that they had feelings for him and told them they could be friends but nothing more. He was caring and watchful of other people, he knew his player ways might never change but it doesn't mean other people needed to get hurt like before. So he changed somewhat for the better but got even better when he was 20. That when a miracle came into his life and changed him for the good.

He stopped breaking people hearts and sleeping with them. He started to be even more caring, but was more distant and closed off. He was very protective but seem to get more protective as the days went on. He was possessive and loved to play his guitar, a thing he picked up in 10th grade. He was more good at advice and was fatherly which people started to call him 'Daddy College-man' He didn't mind at all. After he graduated college, he got a job at an auto shop, fixing cars and making them better and made enough for his miracle and himself. He didn't care if he had someone to sleep with which he didn't.

He was truly happy with his little miracle. She was all he needed.

?Likes:

His Miracle: His little Miracle was the best thing that happened to him. He doesn't know where he could be without her. He loves her very deeply.

Learning: Learning is just a way of living and he loves it. He loves to learn and see all the new things. He wants to show his little Miracle the same things.

His Guitar: His guitar is his love aside from his little Miracle. He loves to play it and she loves to hear him play it. The only way she goes to sleep actually.

Food: Food is food. It's good!

Fixing Cars and Building Them: Landon loves to fix things and build them. It just something to do with his hands, gives him the control he needs.

? Dislikes:

Strawberry Candy: The stuff is just nasty man.

Someone trying to take his Miracle away: Landon will probably kick their ass.

Cats: Cats is evil. He loves dogs more....

Girls or Boys who can't get a clue: Landon hates them. He has to keep telling them, that he isn't up for anything right now and not ever over and over again. But they still come after him.

His Life in South Carolina: He made alot of mistakes there. Sometimes he wishes he can go back into and fix it. Now he might actually have the chance.

?Fears:

Hypsiphobia: Fear of Heights. Landon hates heights with an passion since the Ferris Wheel when he was 8. Never again.

Isolophobia: Fear of being alone. Landon never wants his little miracle to leave him but he knows one day she wills and that's his fear. Fear of being totally alone again.

? Eccentrics:

Landon sometimes talks to in an baby voice: It's a habit of his. Whenever he's deep in thought or giving out advice. It's like his daddy voice comes out and takes over the sound of his voice.

He loves to eat cereal and will eat it throughout the day and only that: Landon is in love with cereal, so sometimes he has only that all day and he's good. His little Miracle is the same as him.

Landon has a obsession over cars: It's like every-time someone brings up a subject that's about an car. He immediately starts to take over the conversation and keeps talking for hours on end.
IS: How Did You Meet Nicky?

Nicky Marks, the girl that every girl wanted to be and guy wanted to be with. Of course, Landon tried to break her heart but got served when Nicky broke his nose instead. It was freshman year, sixth period, he was in Maths and Nicky was in the same class. He was 'dating' her at the time. When Nicky heard that he cheated on her. She walked right up to him in the classroom and punched the living daylights out of him. Broke his nose right away.

The next two hours were time spent at the nurse office and principal office. She had to say sorry to him but when she tried. He shook his head and laughed, said that she had a nice right hook. Ever since then, they became close, almost like siblings. She was his little sister and he was her big brother.

How Do You Feel About Nicky?

Nicky was his little sister, he was protective and loving when it came to her. He would do anything for her. Even when they had to separate, he always kept her in his mind. It was the promise he made to her that made him to become more understanding of other feelings. He promised her to try not to hurt so many people in the future. Only the ones who deserve it. He kept that promise, never letting the relationship get to the breaking point ever again. Landon loved Nicky, and told her everything. Even about his parents, and why he disappeared for weeks at a time. She was his best friend and sister.

What did you do after High School

Landon went to UC. Which was the University of Cincinnati, and made Ohio his new home. He learned about engineering and social work. And after the two years he had at UC. He was eligible for early graduation. He had new responsibilities and his little miracle, he had to get an better job. So he took the deal. He graduated at age 21 and started working at an Auto Shop and been there ever since. Making good money, and is thinking about opening his own shop. He isn't married and the one girl who needed to be there, left him when his little miracle was born.

Relationships:

Relationships can be formed after acceptance. When writing about the relationships, include relationships/thoughts before you separated and after.

@Despondency - Erin Ruth Weller

Erin & Landon's Theme Song

Before:

Erin was the girl he couldn't get and the one he always wanted. He really liked her, beyond his player ways. He wanted her but he felt he would betray his love. So he distanced himself from her. Trying to make his feelings for her disappear but never could. Both he kept distancing himself from her in case it does work. He cared about her deeply and was protective over her like with every girl in the group but always kept an mile between them.

After:

When he left, he had an note to give her but he never did. He just left town without telling her anything. It was the one thing he regretted most. Never telling her how he felt. When Miracle was one, she found the note and asked him who the girl daddy loved. All he said was that she was the one who got away. The one he'll asked what if everyday about.
My Daughter: Theme Song:

Before Leaving South Carolina:

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Job:

Landon works at the auto shop part-time and sometimes full-time when his little Miracle is with her mom for the day or the whole weekend but wants to open his own shop so he can make more money so he can set up an college fund for his daughter. He knows she is only two years old right now but
Writing Sample: Ashley was somewhere warm and her head hurts. Yep that was all she knew. She didn't know where she was or how she got there. The only thing she knew, was that she was warm and her head hurt. She opened her eyes looking for the reason that she was warm because if she was at home. She would feel cold and afraid, after all her father lived there to. She turns her head wincing as she does so, to the right and saw a back of an head but not just any head.

Her best friend, Jasmine's head. She sighs in relief, she knew where she was now and why she was warm. She sees Jasmine turn her head towards her showing her face. She opened her eyes and smiles. "Hey, are you ok? . Do you remember anything from today?"

Ashley shakes her head and says "Yea I think so. My head hurts like hell. What the hell happened Jas? All I remember is Jason coming up to me and looking hella angry?"

Jasmine sighs and says "Jason punched you, Ash. He was mad because Becky liked you instead of him. He knocked you out and you've been out since then. I punched him in the eye and called the police. Jason got arrested and I carried you back here. I sure in the hell wasn't about to take you home." She took Ashley hand softly and smiled

Ashley sighed and nodded, looking at their intertwined hands. She then looks at Jasmine and says "Jas, thanks. You don't know how much that means to me. You didn't have to do that but you did. "

Jasmine giggles and says "Of course I did silly. You are my best friend, and I love you. Nothing is ever going to changed that Ash and you are staying here with me. I'm not letting you go that house. I seen your dad and he is not ok. So this is your home now. "

Ashley nods saying Ok in her own way even if her head hurt. She cuddles into Jasmine, closing her eyes and sighing in happiness. "You are my best friend too Jas. I love you more then you can ever imagine. I'm home." She quickly fell asleep after that. Feeling like she did when she first woken up. Warm and her head hurt, but there was another feeling. She felt home. She felt safe.

Jasmine tighten her arms around her and added while herself was falling back asleep "Not possible and welcome home, sweet bug" She closed her eyes as she falls asleep with an smile on her face thinking home was where the one you loves is. And she was finally home.

KingHalliwell · Feb 27, 2016

NAME

Michael Jamison Cameron

NICKNAME

Mike or Jamison

AGE

22

GENDER

Male

SEXUALITY

Bisexual

GRADUATING CLASS

2010

APPEARANCE

He has many more tattoos then when this picture was taken. He also has dozens of scar that cover his torso.

HEIGHT:

6'

WEIGHT:

210

EYE COLOR:

Hazel

HAIR COLOR:

Brown

PERSONALITY:

Mike is your typical jock type, sarcastic, has an air of superiority to him. But that is his front. Mike is probably one of the sweetest guys you'll ever meet when he is not with people that he needs to impress to in order stay friends with him. One thing he will do is always make sure you're ok, regardless of who you are or what situation you are in. He gets a lot of shit for it from his friends But it is the kind of person he is naturally. He has definitely changed since high school, letting himself be more true to his personality then hiding some aspects of it. Embracing everything about him has really changed his life around.

LIKES:

Sports, specifically soccer when he was in high school and college, not so much now since he has graduated.
Italian Food, the best kind of food in his opinion.
Pugs, they're his favorite animals and he has two of his own. Oodles and Noodles
Working out, gotta keep his body in shape somehow now that he doesn't paly many sports.
His job, he has just entered the social work field and has loved it since day one.
Video Games, when he gets any free time he like to unwind with a little bit of video games.

DISLIKES:

Abusive Parents, Coming from a family where he was abused is what made him want to become a social worker. To get kid in situations where they can't help themselves the help they deserve.
Over the top political people, he hates being targeted by people who only shove their political views down his throat.
Laziness, very little does he let himself be lazy and that is when he unwind with video every once in a while.
Chinese Food
Ignorant people

FEARS:

His biggest fear is becoming like his parents. He doesn't want to be like the monsters that abused him during middle school and high school.
The unknown, he hates not being able to know what is happening. He hates not knowing what is out there.
Height, they make him nauseous and sweat a lot. He's just not a fan.

ECCENTRICITIES:

HOW DID YOU MEET NICKY?:

Nicky was the first person to really see through his façade, He was in an empty class room doing some homework, when she came in and asked about the bruises he had on his side. He played it off as soccer gone wrong, but she didn't by it. After a few minutes of her pushing for the truth and say that Mike could trust her, he broke down and told her everything. About his drunken parents who weren't fit to be parents. About how he couldn't change in front of people because they'd see the scars and the bruises that riddle his body.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICKY?:

He never had any problems with her, but he couldn't help feel like she was gonna leak his secret, so he had a hard time trusting her, but regardless he would go back and talk to her whenever he was hit or his parents did anything to him. So he did in the end trust her, he even stayed some what in contact with her when he went off to college, slowly that contact faded. but he never stopped wondering about her or what she was doing. How her life had progressed.

WHAT DID YOU DO AFTER HIGH SCHOOL?:

He moved to new York and attended NYU and obtained a degree in Social Work and a minor in linguistics.

RELATIONSHIPS:

THEMESONG: its his favorite work out song

Runaway by Galantis

JOB: Currently working at as a social worker. Has been for about a year. He is under the impression that he'll never hate his job. he knows he'll have a hard time with some cases, especially since a good portion of his job description is involving kids.

SAMPLE:

It wasn’t late when the shouting started, maybe around seven. But it was loud, yet muffled enough that stroked the curiosity of a blond haired boy, sitting at his desk sketching in a note book. From what he could tell as he stood from the desk dropping the pencil, it was between, two people. As he opened his door and stepped out of the room he thought that it might be his older brother and sister, Derek and Laura, they were known to argue a lot. Not that any of the Hale children didn’t argue with each other, but more often than not it was between Derek and Laura. But this was different one of the voice was definitely his mom but the other one was unfamiliar.

He silently crept down the hall avoiding all of the spot of the hardwood floor that moaned and creaked under people’s weight. He knocked on his brother’s bedroom door as softly as he could not wanting to alert the two people arguing that anyone was listening in. Derek pulled his door open, a irritated looked plastered to his features. His ears twitched and the look faded replaced with a look of concern and curiosity, when the sound of shouting registered in his mind. His first thought was concern for the boy in front of him, not knowing the circumstances of the shouting.

P A S T R Y · Feb 29, 2016

WIP

?Rou Rou Jung?

?: [Name]

Rou-Rou Jung

[Nickname]

R.J - Her name is not as complicated as most Asian names. However, People ironically still get it wrong. She uses R.J as a substitute.

Renee - Her "Western Name." The name is used by her relatives and in some official documents as a middle name, However, Rou -Rou only uses it with the people she is closest to.

[Age]

21

[Gender]

Female

{Cisgender}

[sexuality]

Heterosexual

[Graduating Class]

2010
?: [Hair]

Rou-Rou's hair is long and dark, naturally a dark chocolate brown. Her hair is slightly wavy and frizzy, traits uncommon amongst other Asians. She also dyes her hair a sort of bronze as well as pink, her favorite colors.

[Eyes]

Rou Rou's eyes are very pretty, but rare amongst Asians. She actually has hazel eyes instead of the common dark brown. Her eyes are still almond shaped, but with very long eyelashes that clump up together when wet that create a sort of mascara like look.

[Height]

Rou-Rou is not at all the tallest girl in the room, but not certainly the smallest. At a average 164 cm (5'4), she is not at all small, but not at all big, either.

[Weight]

Weight is sort of difficult subject for Rou-Rou, especially with all the Asian beauty standards. At an okay 134 lbs [60 kgs], she is sort of embarrassed of it, especially since most people expect her to weigh very little.

[build]

Rou-Rou's build is one to be proud of as it is slender but, with proportionate bust and hips, accompanied with long limbs.

[Other Features]

Rou-Rou has a birthmark on her left shoulder, and one on her chest. Her shoulder birthmark is sort of star shaped while the one on her chest is a normal circle.
?: [Fears]

Thanatophobia | The fear of death

Astraphobia | Fear of Lighting

Arachnophobia | Fear of Spiders

[Likes]

| Glasses | Animals | Chocolate | Beaches | TV Shows | Tall Guys | Dancing | Humor | Smiles | Sleeping | Mandarins | Music, In General | Baggy Clothes | Headbands | Street Fashions | Food | Socks |

[Dislikes]

Tight Clothes | Being Called Short | Slow Walkers | Being Late | Milk | Blind Dates | Arrogance | Negative Emotions | Rascism | Slackers | Politics | Shameless People | Loud Talkers | Snoring | Betrayal | Expensiveness |

[Personality]

Rou Rou is the person to be talking about, especially because she is another person in the world to know about. To the public, Rou Rou is seen as a pretty and serene girl. If you ever meet her, She'll probably just say Hi or greet you with a small smile. However, She doesn't really talk to you unless you say something to her because of her awkward look on conversations and her bashfulness. On the surface, She really just seems like a relaxed, coy and mature girl on the surface. She just looks like bashful and quiet person, right...or wrong?

Well, In this case,you choose; yes, no, maybe? If you guessed yes, then you are correct! Congrats!....but then again, you might have guessed wrong as well. When she gets over her shyness and has enough courage to be a bit more talkative, she does it. Don't always judge appearances because what I'm going tell you is suprising, (not really).

Rou Rou is not always a composed individual and is not always quite respectful at that, sometimes using slang.

Rou Rou is actually very bold and idyllic girl, laughing and being quite the opposite of a good little girl. She is quite flamboyant and cheerful, and never seen sad or gloomy in the public eye. She is always seen happy, but says and does some of the weridest things ever done by a human being.

In other words, She does what the relatable post does all the time. To sassing authorities in her head to doing the most relatable things you have done in your young adult life, Rou Rou is the actual resemblance of it. She is never seen being maidenly and is quite tomboyish, play fighting and rough housing with her friends and not even able to control a skirt, she is very reckless and unladylike, bad traits for a girl. She curses a lot and uses slang that a young woman shouldn't use and makes crude jokes about celebrities that can be disrespectful and funny at the same time.

At the same time, Rou Rou is kind and sympathetic, being a friend for anyone who is her friend. She is kind and gentle with her family and loved one, being a fighter for them and being loyal for all people she loves. One downside to her kindness in that she will trust just about anyone, no matter how suspicious they are.

But, Somedays under all the sunshine and rainbows, Her world can crumble and get destroyed without most of her friends knowing hiding it all under a big and bright smile. Only some of her closest friends can figure her out and get her to be happy under sessions of crying and girl talk. In another aspect of negative emotions, Rou can get angry at the littlest of things, also having a short fuse before trying to flip a table or on special occasion, people. She can also have big fits of anger under pressure and can easily have big fights that get her suspened or worse.

All in All, Chinatsu is a unique person just like everyone else.

[Eccentricities]

- Rou Rou is a cat lady and has 3 cats [and growing] in her apartment.

-Rou Rou has never tried a brownie or slice of cheesecake in her life.

-Rou Rou is a common goer to singing clubs and is a lover of music

-Rou Rou is very scatterbrained and can leave the simplest of objects in the most bizzare of places. (Ex. Remote in Refrigerator)

-Rou Rou surprises people with deep Contralto voice for such a young age which makes her seem older than she really is.
?: [How Did You Meet Nicky]

Rou Rou and Nicky first saw each other in parallel classrooms from each other in middle school, both of the girls catching a glance of each other. During the time and now, Rou Rou was a big user of computers and still is. While surfing social media, she saw Nicky's profile. Instead of stalking of profile, She messaged her instead. For about a week, they only texted each other until Nicky broke the ice. At the time, Rou Rou was the shortest girls in her class and at only 4'6, it was pretty safe to say that she was short. Not only that but, Rou Rou was also a computer whiz which made her awesome to others at her class. Not only that but Rou Rou was at her half awkward stage at the time, being very werid was her forte. Rou Rou also The only good assets of her at the time was her great body for a teenager and her intellect with criminal justice and social studies. Rou Rou did have friends but, Nicky became one of her great friends. They were buddies along with her other friends from other classes and what not.

[How You Feel About Nicky]

Nicky and Rou Rou never drifted apart from each other. They were always texting each other and always tried to get together where no one would criticize them. They would brainstorm ways to bring everyone back together. Rou Rou had a thought of Nicky as an idol and a sort of inspiration to her as well as a motherly figure. Nicky and Rou Rou did a bucket list before High School graduation and at the time of their graduation, they got into a fight about secrets and promised they would apologize to each other when they became legal adults. When Rou Rou heard about her death, a part of died inside and she was sunken inside when it happened. She had tried to keep optimistic about it, knowing she was in a better place, but Rou Rou became a broken mirror and weeded whenever she thought of her. She still tries to keep a positive image of her even thought she starts crying when ever she thinks of hears about her, but in more of a positive image.

[What Did You Do After High School?]

Rou Rou went to a college in Texas, specifically Baylor and studied there for a number of years. She also attended Police Academy to become a detective.

[Relationships]

TBA

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{A sample post}

Julius walked into the school, looking at its students and looking around. His stoic expression was on pasted on his face, not bothered by anything else. Julius then down in a bench relaxing before going to the dorms. He had been walking to the courtyard, looking at its details with his eyes all over the place. He was a very detail oriented type of person not forgetting things easily. He then cleaned his glasses and adjusting on his face, sighing relievedly. The college seemed like a good place with students everywhere as well as botanical gardens surround most of the school. He then got up from the bench, grabbing his things and walking to the dorm rooms. Julius looked around the school's design and then started looking for his number around the number of his room. Of course, He wouldn't be so uptight about what to do and acted coolly, not making so much drama and acting like a drama queen. He was wondering who his dorm mate would be. Would he be smaller than him? Taller? Muscular? Really, It honestly didn't matter, a person was a person after all. He then noticed he was 5 rooms away from his dorm since he was walking slowly, admiring everything. Julius was then practicing his greetings with his soon to be roommate who would greet him as well as he did. He then spotted his room and opened the door, making his entrance to the room. He noticed a blonde headed male who was now his roomate. He remembered his greetings very well, but being they shy and standoffish guy he was, he hesitated and all that came out was a " 'Sup" Huh, way out of the guessing spectrum. He had blonde hair and brown eyes that made him seem like a puppy. He seemed like a very outgoing person unlike him who was distant and a introverted fellow who was a bit old fashioned than most. Oh well, They would have to become friends, some way or another. He held out his hand with his still neutral expression still on his face. Stoic much? He didn't exactly had a plan for today, other than meeting his room mate and knowing his habits so he could live peacefully in the dorms and live like a normal person in the academy. "Oh Hello, What's your name?" Said a boy sitting in the dorm, knowing it was him who was his room mate. His brightness made him a bit annoyed since day it seemed like a perky person with a smile smacked on his face always and forever. The boy held out his hand, waiting for his reply. Julius replied, "Julius Lee." He said as he shook his hand with expression not changing at all. Not at all was he shaken by him, although the boy seemed a bit intimidated by him. He shook his hand gently and noticed how he was about the same height as him which made him feel a bit secure for some strange reason. Work on your social skills, pal. Julius then took the bed next to the boy and sat up on it, the bed feeling very comfortable. He then grabbed his suitcase and set it beside him, not talking to The boy which made it a bit awkward, something that made Julius ill-at-ease. He then started folding his clothes, swiftly and neatly folding them and putting them in his drawers. Still awkward, though. Julius then put his stuff away, putting suitcase in a a stand up position. He seemed more extroverted than he was, so she would at least try to talk more so he wouldn't feel uncomfortable. Julius was not really uncomfortable and hope that he wasn't either with the two words responses. This had to be a win-win. "So, Do you know when classes start....Oh yeah, your name?" He said calmly and monotone. Julius didn't know since he just got in but, either way, Keep calm and carry on. "Oh yeah, My name is Alex L., Nice to meet ya! Oh by the way, I like your face!" Julius replied, "Thanks." He said as he as rubbed the back of his head. He could admit that he liked the compliment but, it just didn't show at all. He fixed the glasses the glasses on his face and put his hands in his knees. The air seemed to flow all over as the awkwardness just seemed to flow all over. Julius was silent while Alex was trying to break the ice between them. Honestly Julius, Do something! Julius couldn't say anything before he screwed anything up by saying something. He was not the person to start conversations and was rather the one stay quiet until someone says something to him. He sat there, not moving a muscle, although he did want to listen to some music and unwind for a bit. Maybe later, Julius. He just stayed there as his vision picked up something. It seemed like Alex was checking him out? Did he know already or what? Whatever, It wasn't like Alex was a first class spy or something. However, Julius didn't know Alex's sexuality yet, so it was quite peculiar. "Time seems to go so fast, doesn't it?" said Alex in a joyful voice.

Julius knew there was about another hour of silence or interaction so, he would at least say something same. "I guess it does.." He said as he looked at the clock. Julius probably knew that Alex just came here to meet new people and was probably sent by others however, the hour felt like more than a meek hour. Julius then asked Alex, "Speaking of time, It seems like you have been here before, correct?" Finally, Julius broke the silence. Good job, You broke silence for the first time in a long time! High five! Alex replied, "Yeah I have, but only for a year. Speaking of here, I haven't seen you before." Alex checked out Julius like a predator at its prey. He then added, "Yeah, you haven't been here, like ever." He said so casually. "Oh yeah and I'm 20 years of age, what about you?" He said a such a perky tone, it was like a immature teenager was saying it. Julius replied, "I'm...seventeen." He said monotone, but with a slight hint of embarrassment. Alex giggled like a little girl and replied, "Well, seems like I'm going your senior, Julius." He said with mischievousness in his voice. Alex then added, "In fact, you're the youngest in the group. Seems like you're going to be our baby, buddy. You sure have the looks for it." He said as he grabbed Julius's face and looked at it. Julius sighed mentally and wondered what was in store for him in this strange and oddly happy place.

ailurophile · Mar 1, 2016

requisite: NAME

Lucinda Marie Prescott.

NICKNAME

She prefers to be known as Cindy for short, or maybe Lucy. Her parents called her Lulu when she was younger, as did some people in high school, although usually teasingly.

AGE

Twenty-one.

GENDER

Cisfemale.

SEXUALITY

Bisexual; her father was really angry when he found out, but she stopped caring,

GRADUATING CLASS

2010.
appearance: HAIR

Her hair is reasonably long, brushing her chest, and she's considering having it cut shorter. It is thick and blonde.

EYES

A sort of bluish-green.

HEIGHT

Around 5'7" or 5'8".

WEIGHT

Oh, absolutely no idea.

BUILD

Pretty slim due to athletics (though not skinny) with some noticeable curves.

OTHER FEATURES

N/A.
persona: PERSONALITY

Highschool

Back in high school, Cindy was practically perfect, at least in her parents' eyes; she was polite, sweet, you get the picture. Never acting out, she was a favourite among teachers, and was always the first to scribble her name down on every single sign-up sheet that was put forwards - she was a member of most clubs, from chess to cheerleading - although admittedly, that was to prolong the time that she was out of her house and away from her parents. Oh, to continue the whole angelic act, she remained totally abstinent all throughout high school, even on prom night; sure, she got teased a lot, but it was partially for herself and partially for herself- waiting until marriage, that was her thing. Of course, that's gone into the gutter now, but she was known for it during her later school years. Cindy's angelic act got on some people's nerves: naturally, it's irritating when somebody gasps every time somebody swears, acts proud yet somehow overly humble at the same time. Yes, there were lots of people who wanted to see Cindy fall and have her name dragged through the mud, yet that never seemed to happen. It was no secret that the girl was under plenty of pressure, but hey, who cared? Around the friends she made thanks to Nicky, she found herself opening up a little more and revealing her surprisingly dark sense of humour. Shame that she lost those friends.

Now

Rather than an angel, Cindy is now more of a broken doll. After her parents kicked her out, she was lost, no longer daddy's little princess- disowned, disheartened. Yet despite her sorrows, it was almost liberating to be free of her parents and their pressures; suddenly, she found herself drinking, partying, etcetera. She had been to high school parties, but very few nightclubs.

Her newfound freedom has caused her to become a reckless young woman, as she claims that she's got nothing left to lose; she's the sort who'll run across a busy road, caring little about the potentially fatal consequences. Having gone through financial trouble, she's developed a knack for manipulating people into giving her what she wants; the shy girl has been replaced with a sly, cunning one. Her dark humour has truly emerged now, she's the first to laugh at an offensive joke and even makes them herself. She's developed quite the witty nature, actually, and has a sharp tongue to match; she seems to adore sarcasm now, and is forever getting herself into trouble by making snide comments. Mostly, her silver tongued nature helps her out, but not always, as you can imagine. She's got bruises to prove that. Due to her current profession, she's learnt how to flirt, and it's a really weird contrast from the way she used to be.

Cindy is a self conscious girl, she needs a lot of reassurance, and seeks romantic company to get it- she'll throw herself at anyone who'll assure her that she's at least moderately attractive. She's lonely, she misses the friendships she used to have, and she'd love to get them back. On a more positive note, she's incredibly loyal, painfully honest, kind, friendly, sweet, and even somewhat motherly in the sense that she'll always be there as a shoulder to cry on.

LIKES

~ Scented candles.

~ White dresses.

~ Animals, with a few exceptions.

~ Torrential rain.

~ Offensive, dark humour.

~ Shopping.

DISLIKES

~ Highschool year books,

~ Being reminded of her failures,

~ Large moths.

~ The smell of lavender.

~ Turkey, as in, the meat.

~ Deep, rushing water; she never quite learnt how to swim.

FEARS

~ Her high school friends finding out about what she's done.

~ Thunderstorms.

~ Disease/Infection.

ECCENTRICITIES

~ She chews the skin around her left thumb when worried or deep in thought.

~ She can't pass a cat in the street without making some sort of attempt to pet it.

~ When nervous, she hums show tunes.
in depth: HOW DID YOU MEET NICKY?

Cindy never thought that she'd ever like Nicky, let alone be friends with her and end up a part of the group. However, that all changed one day when the girl unexpectedly stood up for Cindy. It was the back row of Calculus, and there were a few of the guys picking on Cindy as they usually did, calling her names, making suggestions and jokes, just generally irritating her and making her uncomfortable. It wasn't anything dramatic, but Nicky just glanced away from her book and shut them up then and there. From that moment, Cindy respected her. Afterwards, they began to hang out, text, and found out that they had more in common than they thought; they shared jokes, messed about, and eventually, Nicky introduced her to the best group of friends she'd ever have.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICKY?

Cindy respected her and adored her. Oh, sure, she would envy that the girl could be more confident, but there wasn't any animosity between them. After Nicky's death, Cindy was lost, she didn't know what to do. Every time she needed some advice or just to bitch about someone who had hurt her, she had nobody to text.

WHAT DID YOU DO AFTER HIGH SCHOOL?

Cindy taught gymnastics and cheerleading to younger children for about a year or so after finishing high school, then decided to go and study to actually become a teacher. However, trouble with her family and friends led her to give up and quit, and she ended up with a job in a nightclub working behind a bar. One thing led to another and by the time she was approaching her twentieth birthday, she'd turned to prostitution to get the extra money she needed to cover her rent.

RELATIONSHIPS

Relationships can be formed after acceptance. When writing about the relationships, include relationships/thoughts before you separated and after.
other: THEMESONG

Is there a song that represents your character?

JOB

Well, aside from the prostitution, she works behind a bar in a nightclub and also works part time as a waitress in a popular Italian restaurant.
sample: The sun streamed in through one missing panel of the blind's in Cindy's room, a consistent reminder that she needed to repair yet another item in the small apartment that she called home. With a groan, she pulled herself up, wincing when she realised that she ached all over and had an all too familiar throb in her head- damn, her love of Long Island Iced Tea had given her a hangover yet again. She knew all too well that the only way to wake up properly was to take a shower, not because it would ease her into the day, but because the temperature control was broken and the frigid water would surely shock her into a more attentive state.

The shower's length barely surpassed five minutes, and when the blonde emerged in her faded pink bathrobe, she found her mobile buzzing on the table beside her bed. Oh, a text. Yawning, she plonked herself down on the edge of the bed amongst the tangled covers and swiped a finger across the screen to unlock her phone. Well, this was a surprise, she hadn't had a text from Nicky's mother in, well, years.

"Something something, drifted apart, hope you're well, the funeral's-" Cindy stopped reading aloud abruptly and rescanned the message before dropping her phone into her lap. "No. No, she can't have..."

She was talking to herself, of course, but somehow the sound of a voice in the room seemed comforting. Nicky, the girl who'd helped her defend herself with snarky comments, the one who'd introduced Cindy to so many amazing new friends that she'd never have made on her own, was dead. It was so sudden. Well, it wasn't as if Nicky and Cindy were close anymore, but even so, for her to have just died? Cindy had always imagined the whole group meeting up again a decade after high school or something, telling stories about the wonderful things they had all done with their lives, yet instead... Well, they'd have their reunion, but it'd be to mourn their fallen leader. And the stories? Oh, God, no, there was no way that Cindy could tell them about all the men, all the nights spent wandering only to go home with a stranger, or, on several occasions, a familiar face from high school who paid that teeny bit extra to keep her confidentiality. No, she could just lie.

The funeral was tomorrow? Did she even have anything to wear?

Cindy trotted over to her closet, still in a bit of a daze from the shock of losing somebody she cared about, and pulled open the one door that was still properly on it's hinges. Hm, black, black for a funeral... That black leather minidress wouldn't be appropriate, and the other black dress was too small. She didn't have black bottoms apart from miniskirts, and her one formal pencil skirt didn't fit anymore. Wonderful, she'd have to go shopping, just another expense she could do without.

"Why am I thinking like that?" Cindy whispered to herself, "This is Nicky's funeral, I adored her, I can afford to dress respectfully." And so she pulled on jeans and a tank top, she'd grab a hoodie once her makeup was finished.

In under twenty minutes, she was ready and out of the door, ignoring the notice taped to it about overdue rent and having three weeks to pay up- her landlord was all talk, at least, that's what she was hoping for.

do you take a present 2 a funeral? like 4 a baby shower or a birthday? It was a stupid question, she realised it even as she hit send to consult her cousin Kyle, but she just wanted to make doubly sure- she couldn't embarrass herself.

"Oh, Nic..."

Xed · Mar 2, 2016

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requisite: NAME

Aster Rodney Johnson

NICKNAME

Ash

AGE

22

GENDER

Male

SEXUALITY

Heterosexual

GRADUATING CLASS

2010
appearance: HAIR

Ebony

EYES

Hazel

HEIGHT

6'1"

WEIGHT

168lbs

BUILD

Athletic

OTHER FEATURES

He has a burn scar on his left shoulder blade, several scars on his hands and legs from a car crash and a slight stubble on his chin
persona: PERSONALITY

Past:

Even around friends, Aster is not very good with expressing himself through words and doesn't say much, preferring listening to talking. He prefers to show how he feels than tell but his tendency to keep his thoughts to himself can be quite frustrating and there are many things about himself he keeps a secret. Being introverted and rather conservative, he only lets those he trusts get close to him and tends to be very peaceful and calm. Aster is quite a mature person and though he's very curt with his words and can come off as unnecessarily harsh at times he is a caring, considerate and helpful friend underneath. He's a protective soul, guided by rationality and sensibility, not one for recklessness or crazy stunts, losing his temper over such and the idea of his friends getting hurt. Unfortunately, though a reliable hard worker who'll be there for you when you need him, Aster is also the kind of guy who gives up easily, especially when things go terribly wrong, often letting things go without much of a fight. He's guided by strong values and integrity having been raised by strict parents who had a thing against breaking rules they made sure he followed.

Present:

Ever since the big split, however he's become a harsher and colder figure with an occasional moodiness to him that has at the worst of times made him near unrecognisable and a rudeness to him that the old Aster was never capable of. His loyalty seems to have faded, he's more of a jerk than he ever used to be, more open and finds it easier to talk to others but he has never opened his heart to anyone again. There's a rebelliousness to him in place of his obedience that made him a mommy's boy, his temper flares up more often than before and his laughter has become forced, lacking the lightness it used to have. Habits his friends never expected him to pick up have become a daily part of his life and though you can still catch glimpses of the old him every now and then, the careless insensitivity with which he has treated others and his new self often hide it. The curtness of his words, protectiveness, maturity and dislike of recklessness are the only traits clearly visible despite his change, the latter being a trait that returned after his accident. Underneath it all the old him is still present and no matter how he may carry himself, Aster still cares.

LIKES

Dogs- The friendly and warm creatures are held very dear to his heart and he finds them hard to resist.

Cars- Aster has long had a fascination with cars since young after a movie watched about them left a deep impression.

Reading- A joy and pleasure he picked up from his mother's study sessions since he was young, it made the sessions easier to endure and was a past time his mother allowed him to engage in for hours on end because of the benefits.

Fixing stuff- There's just something about putting broken items back together again that satisfies Aster. Maybe it's the smiles he sees when he succeeds or that fulfilling sense of accomplishment it gives him but the activity has turned into something of an obsession for him and he is constantly drawn to repair stuff.

Writing- His admiration for the authors whose books he frequently read led Aster to try his hand at it and he found it an enjoyable task, discovering that he expressed himself better on paper than he did with spoken words.

Landscape Paintings- Their beautiful and calming to look at, what's there not to like?

Stars- They light up the night sky and are nice to just look at.

Libraries- Books, books and more books, a place like this is heaven on earth to Aster and his love of reading.

Cafes- Great drinks, nice food and a peaceful atmosphere that's ideal for reading a good book or chilling out on a weekend.

Building and creating- Like fixing, it is an addiction of sorts giving him great joy.

Parks- Parks are serene and wonderful places that are simply perfect for a wide variety of activities and puts him at ease.

DISLIKES

Cats- Don't ask why but he just doesn't like them.

Chocolate- The stuff is too sweet and sticks to his teeth.

Recklessness- Recklessness is the cause of all problems and after his care accident, his belief in this statement has been further strengthened

Bullies- Who likes them honestly?

Bees- Allergies are a pain, this one especially

Lighters and Cigarettes- They were the cause of the dreadful fire Aster will never forget.

Candles- Wherever there's a candle a flame will soon follow.

Pools- Hydrophobia

Mess- Nothing makes life harder than a horrible mess

Snobs- They get on his nerves

FEARS

Hydrophobia- Aster has never been able to get over his near death experience after he almost drowned when he got knocked into the water during a childhood game of tag and keeps his distance from large pools of it since.

Fire- Shortly before he moved to Beaufort, Aster had been involved in a fire outbreak at his elementary school when a daring classmate had attempted smoking and set the place on fire with his lighter by accident. The experience left him with a terrible burn scar and traumatic memories of the younger children's screams.

ECCENTRICITIES

Aster prefers doing his own repairs over calling in the pros

His ears turn red when he's embarrassed

He talks more around people he likes and rarely looks them in the eye for longer than a second

Though he takes a while to warm up to any other activity, Aster will dive right into anything that involves tinkering or fixing

Drinks when he feels empty or his heart hurts

Likes to go outdoors and sit in parks when he needs a moment to himself
in depth: *You make this part up. Be unique and creative.

HOW DID YOU MEET NICKY?

Aster had been an introvert and a loner before meeting Nicky, his family moving into the same neighbourhood as her when he entered middle school. It was through the friendship of their parents that the two got to know each other. His mother would often sing praises about the other girl down the street but Aster, having attended a different school from Nicky and being the introvert that he was, never really got close to her until he was 14, having run into the other teen while she was having trouble with her bike during a daily trip to the library. Having always had a knack for repairing things, he helped her fix it and Aster found that contrary to what he had initially believed, he liked Nicky. The two subsequently resolved to hang out more often as neighbours and friends with the occasional weekend meet ups and house visits after school that deepened the friendship.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICKY?

At first she had was a friend, then like the sister he never had but things slowly deepened and his feelings of love for a sister turned romantic. Having been an introvert, it took a while for Aster to confess and when he finally resolved to, the words wouldn't come out at the moment he had planned for, only stuttering and red ears making their appearance which led him to simply hug her to buy himself some time to calm down and hope she might maybe understand what he was trying to say. When their friendship ended and the group parted ways, Aster didn't try to fight it simply letting things happen as they did but it left him empty, the place his friends once took in his life leaving a void in it's wake and pain that left him unable to completely revert back to the rather isolated life he used to lead. He thought of staying in touch with them but never acted on it, forcing himself to resume his idyllic life best as he could though the occasions when he did see her by chance had him longing for the past to come back. When he found out about Nicky's death, it had left him wracked with grief for a while and unable to accept it given that Nicky had always been a strong and healthy girl and he believed she'd be alive for a long time. He ended up feeling empty inside as he had when the friends first split but even worse, it was an emptiness no intake of alcohol could cure. Since then he's felt a nagging pain in his heart knowing that she truly was no longer around.

WHAT DID YOU DO AFTER HIGH SCHOOL?

Following his graduation from high school, Aster went on to college initially pushed by his parents to study law but he had no interest in it. His love of cars led him to help out part time at a car repair shop in addition to his regular visits to the library and weekend runs. After making new friends and becoming more rebellious, Aster changed his college course to pursue his love of reading, taking on a writing major with the intention of becoming an author. He'd begun to open himself up after befriending Nicky and the others but after graduation he had shut people out again for a period of time and though he continued to be the good student at college while doing law, things outside started to change. It began with a single break in routine when he was 20, heading to a bar with some college friends who had persuaded him to change his course in the hope that it might fill the void he felt in his life. Alcohol became a cure for the emptiness and the addiction slowly changed him from the obedient good kid he was into a more rebellious and wild one. At first it was just the occasional drink then as he got closer to the friends who'd brought him to the bar, he started to drink more often and his behaviour turned under their influence. He started dating again but he was not faithful to any of his new girlfriends, often leading to nasty breakups, shouting matches and hostile accusations that he'd often ignored. For a good year and a half he continued this way as his studies started to get affected and he even skipped classes until the accident happened. After one wild party, he'd gotten into the car of a fellow drunk and they crashed, thankfully for Aster, there were no serious injuries suffered but the accident and a talk with the librarian was enough of a wakeup call to get him to stop hanging out with them, having reminded him of his own cousin's death in a fatal car crash when he was young and his own desire to become a good writer like the authors he admired. He's been trying to get himself off the alcohol since and only recently started to experience some success in limiting his intake of it though he went on a drinking spree again after learning of Nicky's death. Aster's also put a stop to his destructive relationships and the recklessness that characterised him in that phase but the other changes he underwent remain.

RELATIONSHIPS

Relationships can be formed after acceptance. When writing about the relationships, include relationships/thoughts before you separated and after.
other: THEMESONG

Is there a song that represents your character?

JOB

College Student and part timer at an auto shop
sample: From Roleplay 'Is This Love?'

For someone as nervous as him, there was nothing more comforting than a warm and friendly stranger. Maximus was exactly that easing his nerves somewhat with his friendly greeting. At the same time, he admired and envied the ease with which he spoke. At least he'd found someone he was likely to get along with, now it was just a matter of finding out what the others, especially the girls were like. Hopefully they're as nice.

A loud voice surprised Wayne and he almost jumped at it, his heart skipping a beat. He turned to look at Max just as the guy started laughing before addressing him. He wanted to respond but nerves and Max's quick exit to the outside prevented him from doing so. He was thankful for Max signalling him to follow and not wanting to be left alone or leave the company of someone he felt he'd be comfortable around, Wayne did just that, trailing right behind the other man, head bowed slightly, peering up slowly when he heard Max speak. The scent of meat cooking tickled his nose and he found himself staring at a man with hair that looked to be some shade of red, but the sight that really shocked him and caused his eyes to widen was the apron and the way the guy at the grill was dancing as he cooked the meat. Wayne had no clue how to react to that and simply nodded his head and gave a barely audible greeting of 'hello'. It was after that he noticed a second presence, a girl whose hair looked to be strawberry blonde and was pulled back into a ponytail with a rather blank look on her face. Were they contestants or moderators? Was she one of the girls that could be his soul mate? What did she think of him so far if she was...could her opinion possibly be the same as all his ex girlfriends and classmates? He wanted to know badly but was too nervous to ask especially after observing the man. Instead, he went for a freshly plated burger, taking in the smell and appearance before sinking his teeth into the burger. As he chewed, his expression changed a small smile gracing his lips. It was nice, the meat succulent and juicy, the buns fluffy and the sides added to it cooked well. Perhaps he'd found a fellow chef in the tall man, someone with a common love of cooking. Having eased his nerves somewhat with the food, Wayne again mentally prepared himself before giving his name to the two new people in a soft, polite voice. "I'm Wayne Alford. Nice to meet you both."

indiedarling · Mar 5, 2016

NAME

Juliette Mariana Sullivan

NICKNAME

Jules (but only by a select few)

AGE

22

GENDER

female

SEXUALITY

heterosexual, though she has experimented a bit

GRADUATING CLASS

2010

HAIR

mousey brown and falls at a little lower than shoulder length in loose curls

EYES

sea green with flecks of brown

HEIGHT

5'4"

WEIGHT

120 lbs.

BUILD

lean and petite, but built from years of sports when she was younger and working out now

OTHER FEATURES

- a light dusting of freckles

- multiple beauty marks (not really raised, basically look like larger freckles)

- double piercings on both of her ear lobes, a cartilage piercing on her left ear, and a tragus piercing on her right

- a small tattoo in her dad's handwriting from a letter he wrote her for her 10th birthday that says love always, Dad (she got this when she turned 18, sort of a bitter reminder that that fatherly love had been a lie)

PERSONALITY

In high school, Juliette was the girl that didn't belong to one group of people because she was friends with everyone. She was an athelete, a straight A student, and a drama kid. She was the kind of outgoing, kind hearted, optimist that everyone was drawn to. She hid all of her darker emotions from everyone else. She knew exactly what her hopes and dreams for the future were and she was a driven and determined young lady. But after graduation, life proved to be a bit more difficult than she had anticipated.

Now, she leans more on the side of having a pessimistic view on life. She's still caring and kind towards others but she doesn't prefer being surrounded by people anymore. Now, she prefers to be on her own. She's doubly as driven and determined to reach her goals now than she was in high school due to the fact that she got a little off track right out of school which is what led to her slight downhill slide. She has some minor trust issues and prefers to keep her emotions in check and her thoughts and feelings to herself. Juliette also has, and always has had, a bit of a god complex which can make her a little eccentric when something happens that is out of her control. Altogether, she's still a intelligent, vibrant young woman, but now she just has even more underlying issues to keep underneath her thick skin.

LIKES

- rain: known in high school for dancing in the rain during lunch period and coming back to class sopping wet

- spring time: the rebirth of the world gives her a sense of hope

- exercise: though she no longer plays sports, she lets off her steam by going on runs

- school: she loves to learn and med school fits her well

- mint chocolate chip ice cream

- early morning drives: she loves the peace and tranquilty of the early morning hours and how soft the lighting is

DISLIKES

- death: part of her god complex and her fears and also a reason why she's studying to become a surgeon

- stubborn people: she's rather stubborn herself and she doesn't mix well with other stubborn people

- traffic: she tends to lose her cool in traffic and can get major road rage

- emotional encounters: she prefers to keep her emotions closed off and feels uncomfortable when other people don't

- the color pink

- pizza: she hates and I mean HATES how greasy pizza is

FEARS

- the unknown element of afterlife: she has always struggled with her religious views and has never been able to fully believe in any idea of an afterlife

- clowns: she went to a circus only once in her life when she was 6; never again

- spiders: she's always been terrified of spiders

- heights: she begins to feel queasy when she can see how high up she is and she's not a very big fan of rollercoasters

- drowning: she almost drowned in a pool along with her brother when she was 11

- being insignificant: she wants to leave a mark on the world and be important and be unforgettable; probably has to do with her abandonment issues

ECCENTRICITIES

- she has a small blinking tick that acts up when she feels uncomfortable

- she's has a habit of biting the insides of her cheeks

- she often finds herself tapping her feet when she's concentrating or under stress

HOW DID YOU MEET NICKY?

Nicky and Juliette had always been friendly towards each other, seeing as they were both members of the soccer team and both in many honors classes together. It was only a matter of time really before Nicky found Juliette, strong and happy Juliette, locked up in a bathroom stall after a soccer match at their rival school, crying her eyes out. Juliette had refused to unlock the stall but Nicky being Nicky crawled under the stall door and sat with her for an hour, listening to Juliette spill out all of her locked up thoughts and feelings about her father leaving her mother and moving to LA with his new trophy girlfriend and how her older brother was turning to alcohol and came home every other night only to have shouting matches with their mother and her whole life was crumbling at her feet and all she wanted was for the dad she had as a little kid to come back and fix everything he'd broken, including his daughter.

From then on, Nicky and Juliette became the best of friends. Nicky was the only person who saw the sides of Juliette that she kept hidden and the only person outside of her family that ever saw Juliette cry. They shared their secrets with each other, their hopes and dreams, and loved each other like sisters.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICKY?

Juliette and Nicky had been really rather close during high school but they went through a rough patch towards the end of their senior year when they got in a minor fight over a stupid pointless thing that had happened at a party which involved a rumor that Nicky was hooking up with Juliette's ex boyfriend. And maybe that was partially why after high school they grew apart and drifted and hardly spoke except for the once a year christmas cards. But now that Nicky is dead, Juliette feels as if she let Nicky down by not being there for her and she misses her friend deeply.

WHAT DID YOU DO AFTER HIGH SCHOOL?

Juliette went to Vanderbilt University on a fullride scholarship for academia. She majored in biology and minored in spanish while doing pre med prerequisites and then went on to transfer to John Hopkins for med school after Undergrad. She's now in her first year of med school. Her freshman year of college Juliette met a fellow pre med student named Jonathan Anderson and they quickly fell in love and were engaged by November of that year. But in April, a month before their wedding, Juliette came back to her dorm to find him tangled up with her roommate in her bed. Needless to say, she moved out of her dorm as soon as she could and cancelled all the arrangements for the wedding except the wedding cake, which she had delivered to her new residence and ate all on her own while watching sad romantic movies and sobbing. Ever since then it's been all work and no play for her.

RELATIONSHIPS

- Nicky: close friends in high school but drifted apart towards the end of their senior year and hardly kept in touch afterwards, now she regrets not keeping her dear friend close

- Jonathan Anderson: ex fiánce, partially the reason for her trust issues and partially the reason for her pessimistic view on life

THEMESONG

Where Does The Good Go - Tegan and Sara

JOB

Juliette is still in school as a med student at John Hopkins University. She's aiming to become either a pediatric or general surgeon.

WRITING SAMPLE

FROM A STORY I WAS WRITING

Life, I’ve come to realize, never happens the way you plan on it happening. You’ll still get to where you need to go; that’s not what changes. What changes is the how. How you get to where you’re going.

“What are your fears for the future?” it was a simple question, one I had been asked plenty of times before by a variation of people for a variation of reasons. But, for some reason, this time the question stumped me. In this crucial year of my life, they weren’t looking for the standard answers, “Oh, I fear spiders, heights, and clowns.” No, they wanted us to dig deeper, reach further. What makes your heart turn in on itself, what makes your internal organs twist around themselves at the thought? We had entered through the door in life that led to finding ourselves, creating ourselves, identifying ourselves. Up until this point, we had only ever dipped our toes into the deep dark depths of who we are and now we had to be ready to dive in head first, almost fearlessly.

Our own depths are the most terrifying places for us to venture. Our subconscious holds secrets we aren’t even aware of and that terrifies us. The possibility of discovering something that will make your life that much harder or change your life drastically, it makes you want to run away from yourself. Unfortunately, that’s not possible. So we must reflect inwards and that’s what I did, though every part of me was screaming to split from my mind. What do I fear? The answers to that one question were the answers to a million other questions I’d been asking about myself without even realizing it.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLES

ELY

Ely tapped her finger impatiently against the handle of the door of the luxurious black car that had been her ride from the airport, though she really would've honestly preferred a normal taxi or car. A couple of factors played a part in her rather late arrival: her family had a hard time saying goodbye to her which led to her leaving her home for Richmond late, when she got to Richmond her flight had been pushed back by an hour, and, naturally, when she landed, she was late. She remained slightly, her eyes trained on the landscapes that flashed by in blurs of colors as they flew by. Just when she was thinking that this might end up being rather boring and not as big of an adventure as she thought, she caught a sight of a large mass of what seemed to protesters up ahead.

She pressed her body up against the car door as much as she could and laid her head against the window, trying to get a better view as they approached the masses, but quickly backed away from the window and watched with an eerie feeling filling her chest as the throngs of angered people started to press up against the sides of the car, causing it to slow. On both sides of her, through the windows, she could see furious, shouting faces and hear their protesting against the Blackwoods free practice of magic. Suddenly, Ely was no longer sure this was adventure she wanted to be on. But, she couldn't turn back now and, as they finally pushed their way through the crowd of people, the massive Blackwood Estate came into view and she stared in awe at it's dark beauty.

The taxi came silently to a step in front of the giant, detailed doors that were obviously the entrance to the place would become Ely's home for awhile and she stepped out with her eyes still trained on the building. She took a deep breath before turning and pulling her bags from the car and then shutting the door, making her way up to the entry way as the car headed back toward the protesters. She was unsure if she should knock or just enter, but considering that she was late, she settled on entering on her own, hoping it wouldn't be seen as rude. Upon opening the door and entering the estate, she again found herself in awe of the architectural details and the eerie beauty of the building, but she quickly closed her mouth from the awespired 'o' shape it had taken when she noticed the other people in the entry near the stairs. Looking at them, she began to feel very aware of how undressed she probably was in her blue jeans and flannel and beat up converse and she shyly tucked a fickle strand of her behind her ear before clearing her throat. "Hi," she spoke, her voice not as confident as she had hoped it would be.

JAMES AND ADELAIDE

The engine of the ancient Hogwarts Express let a low, mechanical growl as it slowed to a halt. A sigh of exhaust coming from it's pipes as it settled. The students, new arrivals and returning veterans, began to shake their friends awake from their naps and gather up their luggage , double checking and triple checking to be sure they don't leave anything behind because they wouldn't be back on this train until Summer, if not Christmas. The air filled with chatter as students filed out of the cars and onto the walkway. The first years split off towards the path that led to the Black Lake with the long time groundskeeper and Care of Magical Creatures professor, Rubeus Hagrid, while the returning students made their way in dispersed groups along the path that led to where the carriages waited. The air was buzzing with the excitement that the beginning of a new year of school brought. James dragged his trunk behind him on wheels, effortlessly carrying Merline's cage in his other hand. He let out a boisterous laugh at the expense of Albus as he nearly whipped out tripping over his own cart which only earned him a scowl from Lily, a disapproving look from Rose, and a high-five from Hugo and Fred. Already James was beginning to feel at home as the familarity of the school grounds surrounded him and he was reminded, once again, that this would be the last time he took the carriages to the castle for the start of yet another year of pranks and late night cramming for exams and snogging girls in the Room of Requirement.

Adelaide kept her trunk and Pakston's carrier close to her sides as she was jostled back and forth in the crowd of students surging forward off the train. Mumbling to herself under her breath about the incompetence of the majority of the students of Hogwarts, she huffed and endured the irritating feeling of being surrounded by over excited, teenage witches and wizards until she was finally able to break free from the hustle and bustle of the masses and continue on her way all alone. She busied herself with her thoughts, daydreaming as she walked about what this school year would have in store: more learning, more late night adventures. A small smile crept onto her lips at the thought, her eyes staying glossed over and out of focus until she reached the carriages, heaving her trunks into one before climbing into it herself.

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