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Accepted Characters:
Phineas "Finn" Downard - Dory - MyUsualTriumph
Ophelia Lilliana Robin - Piglet - MyUsualTriumph
Demitri Videl - Cruella DeVil - Wishfully
Chastity Rose Briar - Princess Aurora - PixieDust
Katie Darlington - Jane (Finding Neverland) - PixieDust
Guillaume Evan Henderson - Phoebus (The Hunchback of Notre Dame) - PixieDust
Scarlet Carnelian - Red Queen - diwa
Ezra Paxton - Prince Eric - diwa
Megan Stavros - Megara - revalia
Cassandra Briar - Pooh - revalia
Petar Dubovlic - Pinocchio - revalia
Adam Greyson - Beast - Doomshroud
Rosie Carlo - Lilo - r e i
Lydia LeBeau - Lady - mxlly
Natalia Johnson - Nala - stepherz345
James Richardson - Hercules - stepherz345
Luke Raggs - Aladdin - r e i
Danny Rockers - Elsa - r e i



Reserved Characters:
Scar (The Lion King)
Cheshire Cat (Alice in Wonderland)
Wall-E (Wall-E)
Jim (Treasure Planet)
Prince Edward (Enchanted)
Cinderella (Cinderella)
Hades (Hercules)
Rafiki (The Lion King)
Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty)​

 

[MyUsualTriumph]

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Spoiler: Ophelia Lilliana Robin

"Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think." - Piglet

FC: Kat McNamara

• The Basics
• First Impressions
• True Self
• Writing Sample

• 
  
  Name~
  - Ophelia Lilliana Robin
  
  Nickname~
  - Piglet, Initially from her mother, but it just kind of stuck.
  
  Age~
  - 17
  
  Gender~
  - Female
  
  Based Off Of~
  - Piglet (Winnie the Pooh)
  
• 
  Year~
  - 1
  
  Major~
  - Veterinary Science
  
  Sexuality~
  - Pansexual
  
  Relationships~
  N/A
  
  Crush~
  N/A
  
• 
  Perks~
  - Observant
  - Quiet
  - Friendly
  
  Quirks~
  - Stutters when nervous
  - Generally Clueless (Especially in romance)
  - Prone to rambling
  - Has a pet pig named Piglet
  
  Strengths~
  - Compassionate
  - Driven
  - Creative
  
  Weakness~
  - Incredibly Anxious
  - Easily lost
  - Naive
  
  History~
  Ophelia was born to her two loving parents in a cottage in a clearing deep within the woods. Her parents were simple, and they lived a simple lifestyle. Ophelia was home-schooled for the fist part of her education, as it made it much easier for her to do her chores and assist in raising the animals. It was not until the beginning of the 9th grade when Ophelia found herself in the scariest situation of her life: public school. Growing up without the "necessities" of television and video games, it was hard for her to adjust and really begin to connect with her peers.
  
  Her English teacher was the first person Ophelia really began to connect with. While Ophelia excelled in most of her subjects, she had a particular aptitude for creative writing. Her teacher fostered that growth, and encouraged Ophelia to write more and more. Children's stories were where she had the most fun writing, and her teacher set her up with some students who were excelled in drawing. Soon, Ophelia had monthly stories in the school paper. Not to mention, friends who shared her interests.
  
  It took a lot for Ophelia to come out of her shell and apply to a big name university. She knew not many of her friends were attending, but their veterinary program was stellar. Not to mention the full ride scholarship she had received. The idea of so much "new" at once was scary, but their was also something exciting about the opportunity to make new friends. So, Ophelia took a deep breath, packed her bags, and made the trip to move into the dorms.
  
• 
  
  Pulled from Death of a Bachelor
  
  Caleb continued to watch as the young lady in front of him continued to unravel. At a few points he was tempted to throw her a bone, but she recovered well enough. Though he had to say, he didn't think any of the prepared scripts described cubism as "hella pointy". Still, there was something different about it. Endearing, almost. It was clear she was rambling, but there was still a genuine passion for the matter underneath it all. He found himself enraptured by it all, only being distracted when he heard her dismiss herself.
  
  "Thank you, Isabella. I'll be sure to let you know if I find myself with any other questions." He leaned into you, smirking as she blushed. She disappeared into the crowd, and Caleb turned to watch her go, before adding his name to the list and placing a bid.
  
  He didn't particularly like the work. Sure it was nice and all, but it wasn't something he would choose for himself. Still, he felt the intense need to have it.
  
  ~
  "Oh. My. God. Izzy, you have to call him." Annabelle insisted, staring at the instagram account Izzy had pulled up. "I mean, I'm not even into guys but those abs are impressive."
  
  Ophelia flushed. She wasn't wrong. Ophelia had been waiting for this night for a week. She loved Piper, and she loved her new little family, but she wanted a night with the girls sans-baby. She had hoped for something relaxing. Maybe homemade face masks, pedicures, and movies. All of those were on the agenda… Then Annabelle asked about the gala. Movies were tabled in favor of social media stalking one Caleb Wilcox.
  
  “He owns an educational software company. That's nice. Maybe he wants a family.” Ophelia added. Boy drama, like a lot of things, made her nervous. So, she focused on the positives.
  
  “And those abs.” Annabelle added.
  
  “W-W-We can a-all see that Anna.” Ophelia reached over to change the picture they were viewing. The next one was taken at some fancy party, and made Ophelia a little less anxious.
  
  “You're just jealous, Ophelia. Finn doesn't have abs like that.” Annabelle teased. Ophelia made a face.
  
  “Finn is a wonderful man and I-”
  
  “He is.” Annabelle agreed quickly. “But dem abs.” She reached over and changed the picture back.
  
  Ophelia suddenly became very interested in Annabelle's ferrets.
  
  ~
  “Where's Piper?” Kieran cooed, hiding his face behind his hands and away from the little baby lying in his lap. When he moved his hands away, he mocked surprise. “There she is!” The baby laughed and Kieran grinned, poking at her cheeks. “Ginger baby~” Kieran cooed. Just then the door to the apartment opened.
  
  Kieran quickly sat up and pretended to be interested in the cooking show on the TV. “Welcome home, love.” He greeted his fiance. Evan came in with arms full of groceries. Normally, Kieran would help, but he was a little preoccupied. “Piper has taken an interest in culinary competition shows. She thinks Dominick will go home next.” He nodded towards the TV where chefs were lined up in blue and red aprons.
  

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Spoiler: Phineas "Finn" Cornelius Downard

"Just keep swimming!" - Dory

• The Basics
• First Impressions
• True Self
• Writing Sample

• 
  Name:
  Phineas "Finn" Downard
  Age:
  22
  Gender:
  Male
  Based On:
  Dory from Finding Nemo
  
• 
  Year: Third
  Major: Sociology
  Sexuality: Grey-Ace, Panromantic
  Relationships: N/A
  Crush: N/A
  
• 
  Perks:
  Generally Likes Everyone
  Creative
  Trusting
  
  Quirks:
  Happy-Go-Lucky
  Delightfully Off
  
  Strengths:
  Open-Minded
  Intelligent
  Natural Peacemaker
  
  Weaknesses:
  Forgetful
  Too Trusting
  Naive
  
  History:
  Phineas "Finn" Cornelius Downard was born to Joseph and Trisha Downard. Finn was a happy child, always extremely curious about the world and going out of his way to discover. He lived comfortably, neither in squalor nor in grandeur, as his parents both held middle paying jobs. Things began to change when Finn entered middle school. His father's company got a huge investment, and became a household name. With this, he began taking a much heftier salary.
  
  Trisha was thrilled. She began making plans to buy a bigger house and brand new car and all other luxuries. Joseph was much more reserved. He was constantly donating his wealth, purchasing what they needed and only small luxuries. Trisha always dreamed of spectacular wealth, and was livid at the way Joseph was handling the money. At a gala, Trisha met the Australian businessman Roger, and the two began having an affair. Joseph knew, and began cutting the ties to Trisha financially and romantically. For the sake of Finn, they tried to keep the hostility out of the house, but Finn was smarter than that. He knew what was going on and he detested it. The negativity in the household, the animosity began his parents. It was the darkest part of his life.
  
  In high school, he moved towns. His mother had moved to Australia with Roger, and his father couldn't bear to be in the same house any longer. Finn ultimately decided that it was for the best. Without the ugly tension at home, he was able to explore who he was as a person. He made new friends, rejoined the swimming team. He disliked spending summers in Australia with Roger, but he tried to make the best of the situation. He studied hard, and received a full ride to college where he decided to major in sociology.
  
  Finn is a light-hearted soul who works consistently to see the best in others around him. While he struggled a lot with his parents' divorce, he still is able to maintain a bright and almost naive outlook on life. Finn is incredibly forgetful. He keeps a master calendar, but sometimes simply forgets to write things down in it... Or that he owns one at all. He tends to rely on his friends to keep him up to date with classroom assignments or club paperwork.
  
• 
  Pulled from Trade Mistakes
  
  Kieran grinned as Evan pulled away from the kiss. "Maybe I'll have to wear scarves more often." The two continued to the hotel in relative silence. As it was getting easier for Kieran to talk about things, it surprised him that it was also getting easier for Evan as well. He'd known a little bit about Evan's mother, from just the occassional mention, but Evan had neer offered up much information. It felt nice that Evan trusted him so much. He reached for Evan's hand, squeezing it tight as their shoes tapped against the pavement.
  
  ~
  
  The rest of the trip went on without much fuss. Evan went about his day learning, while Kieran spent the day in the city or relaxing online. On Evan's few remaining days off they were sure to spot by the Shard as well as the BBC. It was nice spending that time with Evan, and their relationship had certainly grown stronger. Even still, Kieran was pretty eager to get home. When they pulled into the Downard's driveway, Kieran was a gentleman and grabbed both of their bags, handing Evan the key to the house.
  
  "Evan!" Finn greeted enthusiastically. "Kieran!" He greeted again as Kieran entered the door. He pulled Evan into a hug, and went to do the same for Kieran only to have Kieran fly past him.
  
  "Ravel!" Kieran hoisted the kitten simba-style, rubbing their noses together. "Hello my love." He cooed. "I missed you so much!" Kieran rumaged in the front pocket of his suitcase, producing a set of catnip mice that were clearly Britain themed. He tore off the one printed with the Union Jack and tossed it onto the floor, finally releasing Ravel so he can chase them. Finn sighed behind him.
  
  "I missed you too, you know..." He admitted somewhat dejectedly.
  
  "Oh whatever..." Kieran shrugged it off, hugging his friend loosely. "What are you doing up? It's like 5 AM. This is why we got a cab and didn't have you pick us up." Finn glanced over at the clock.
  
  "Is it really 5 AM? Izzy and I were up playing this game, and then we power napped, and then we were gonna start it back up when we heard the door." Finn explained. Kieran nodded. Typically Finn and Izzy. It really shouldn't have surprised him. "How was your trip?" Finn asked and Evan immediately lit up.
  
  "Maybe we should all sit down first."
  
  

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Spoiler: Taka Auburn

FC: Michelle Trachtenburg

"I'm surrounded by idiots..." - Scar

• Basics
• First Impression
• True Self
• Writing Sample

• 
  Name~
  Taka Auburn
  Age~
  19
  Gender~
  Female
  Based Off Of~
  Scar from The Lion King
  
  
• 
  Year~
  2nd
  Major~
  Business Management
  Sexuality~
  Homosexual, Grey-Romantic
  Relationships~
  N/A
  Crush~
  N/A
  
• 
  Perks~
  - Confident
  - Determined
  
  Quirks~
  - Apathetic
  - Judgmental
  
  Strengths~
  - Sass
  - Intelligence
  
  Weakness~
  - Admitting Failure
  - Empathy
  
  History~
  
  
• 
  
  Pulled from Tempest
  
  Inhale. Exhale.
  
  Andrea Ryder focused on her breathing, hopping on the balls of her feet. Her eyes were glued to the black leather bag in front of her, earbuds poking out of her ears slightly. Inhale. Exhale. Go. Andi struck the bag rapidly, each strike in quick succession. The "pop" of the bag as it gave way to her strike was drowned out by the music in her ears. The world could be burning around her, but this was peace.
  
  "Ryder." SAM's voice rang out through her private quarters, and Andi paused the music.
  
  "Yes?" She replied, grabbing her water bottle and taking a deep drink.
  
  "They have cleared your sister for visitors. They thought you might want to be the first to say hello."
  
  Andi sighed as she placed her water bottle on the counter. That's right. Her world was burning around her. After her father's death and suddenly picking up the position of Pathfinder, she thought she'd finally reached some sense of routine in her daily life. Her sister was in a coma, but the mission was clear. Find habitable worlds. Reset remnant vaults. Create outposts. The routine was simple at it's core. Easy to lose herself in, and she didn't need to be thinking about her family when she was restoring worlds and picking up strays from Kadara apparently.
  
  Now she was brought back into the reality of it all. Her father was dead. She was the new Pathfinder for the entirity of humanity in the new galaxy. Andromeda hadn't been what they had planned for. Now she needed to fill her sister in on this mess. Mia. Kind, sweet, too pure for this world, Mia. While Andi had moved on, Mia had not yet had the chance to mourn.
  
  Andi wasn't sure she was ready for the emotions to come back just yet.
  
  "Thanks SAM. I'll be right there." She grabbed a towel from her desk and wiped off some of the sweat from her face. She glanced in the mirror and opted not to change into her leisure gear. The navy racerback tank top and black leggings would be fine. She'd be disembarking and going straight to the Hyperion med bay. It wasn't like everyone else would be waiting outside and seeing her in her sloppy ponytail and sweat soaked workout gear.
  
  In fact, it was exactly like that.
  
  By the time Andi left the Tempest, her entire crew had formed a small crowd awaiting the arrival of her younger sister. "Really?" She spoke out, less than impressed. "You cannot blame them." Jaal said from beside her. "There's a small you around. That's certainly an exciting event." Andi rolled her eyes. Pushing through her own crew like this undermined her own authority and ruffled her feathers. It was times like this when she was reminded that the Pathfinder project was a civilian initiative.
  
  Andi!
  
  "Mia..." She breathed when she was finally close enough to see her own sister. Nudging Larz out of the way, she pulled her sister into a tight embrace. She could hear Peebee making a remark about her particularly casual attire, and opted to just shrug it off for now. "How are you feeling?" She asked, holding Mia out at arms length. "Because if you're not feeling yourself yet, there's no shame in waiting around a few days, I mean I just want you to be okay." I can't lose you too.
  

 

[nymphadora.]

Spoiler: DROPPED

• a n d r e w
• e l e n a
• g i g i

• ANDREW REDCLIFFE
  

  

  

  
  

  nickname... drew (prefers).
  age... twenty one
  gender... cisgender male.
  orientation... heterosexual.
  major... creative writing (second year).
  incarnation... christopher robin.

  
  

  
  

  height... six foot, two inches.
  weight... one hundred and seventy two pounds.
  hair... light brown hair.
  eyes... soft hazel.
  body figure... lanky.
  distinguishing features... his young looking face.
  voice claim... eddie redmayne
  
  vices... quiet, timid, insomniac, awkward.
  virtues... caring, imaginative, creative, friendly.
  likes... writing, old movies, milk, late nights.
  dislikes... waking up early, loudness, alcohol, parties.
  quirks... chews his lip constantly.
  
  history... andrew grew up in a small cottage nearby a hundred acres of trees right next to the picket fence with his mother, winifred, as his only friend. as a child, drew's mother taught the young boy necessary skills such as reading and writing as well as how to treat others with kindness. andrew adored his mother in all of her beauty, wanting to be very much like her once he grew up. everyday after his schooling, andrew begged to explore the forest next to their home and every time his mother would say no, saying that it was too dangerous for a little boy like him.
  
  drew grew tired of listening to his mother's rules about the forest, at the age of seventeen he decided to go against his mother's wishes and he ventured off into the night. as minutes turned into hours, drew found himself lost in the forest. as a few hours passed, he had heard his mother calling his name. the sight of his weary mother horrified him, winifred was pale and fragile looking with a infected red spot throbbing on her shoulder. drew promised his mother not to go into the forest again and to obey her rules next time, but there was no next time. winifred passed away in her sleep, the red spot was a poisonous spider that bit her. the male was alone for the first time in his life.
  
  the cottage became eerily quiet without winifred radiating happiness throughout the home. andrew became an insomniac after the death of his mother, his memories haunting and blaming him for the death of his mother. drew began to write stories in every notebook he could find in the home before deciding it was finally time to make new friends.
  
  writing sample...

  Spoiler

  viktoria had always struggled with timezones. the blonde girl sat wide awake on her single bed, curled up with her favourite sketchbook while her beside lamp dimly illuminated the room. dark bags were slowly forming under her icy blue eyes as her brown pencil that she held in her grip lightly grazed the sketchbook's paper. it wasn't unusual for viktoria to be up at so early, she just preferred to be awake during the night than the day. classical russian music softly echoed out of viktoria's phone as the sunlight slowly spilled into her room as hours went by. but the time it reached six thirty in the morning, the classical music was replaced by a loud beeping noise. with a huff, viktoria begrudgingly lifted herself off from her bed and began preparing herself for the long day ahead of her.
  
  the blonde quickly dressed herself in the casual uniform; button up sleeved shirt, plaid skirt, white socks that went just past her ankle with two blue rings around the top and her ratty pair of black converse. viktoria didn't mind the uniform at the school, it was an upgrade from what they had in russia. the female tied her long hair into a messy ponytail, not caring how terrible and undead she looked before heading into the kitchen before grabbing a snack to eat. her black boots clapped loudly against the dorm's floor as she made her way into the tiny kitchen, grabbing herself a bright, juicy red apple for her to munch on. viktoria spun around on her heels and rushed out of the dorm room, slamming the door behind her as she left.

  
  
• ELENA VESTILE
  

  

  

  
  

  nickname... lena.
  age... twenty three (third year)
  gender... cisgender female.
  orientation... bisexual.
  major... dance.
  incarnation... esmeralda.

  
  

  
  

  height... five foot, three inches.
  weight... one hundred and ten pounds.
  hair... raven black hair.
  eyes... light hazel.
  body figure... curvy but on the slim side.
  distinguishing features... her raven hair.
  voiceclaim... camille rowe
  
  vices... stubborn, defiant, secretive, emotional.
  virtues... free-spirited, romantic, charitable, graceful.
  likes... dancing, palm reading, horoscopes.
  dislikes... injustice, racism, pants, bananas.
  quirks... plays with her hair, taps her foot constantly.
  
  history... elena had a rough childhood as a kid with parents came from very different worlds. her father, matthew, grew up in suburbia with his white-picket-fence catholic family while elena's mother, nadya, lived on the road with her single romani mother. yet somehow, elena's parents fell in love when they were eighteen and by the time nadya was nineteen, she had already given birth to elena.
  
  but when matthew's parents heard about their son's baby daughter sharing romani blood, they were furious. they threatened the happy couple to take custody over elena, claiming that they weren't experienced enough to raise a child. for years, elena watched her parents fight her grandparents constantly over her. elena was never sure why they fought, she both loved them very much and only being six at the time, it was confusing for the young girl.
  
  by the time elena reached ten, the family of three packed up their things and moved across the world to paris, away from nadya's wretched in-laws. elena embraced her romanian culture; learning how to dance and speak her mother's tongue as well as other things. elena grew up happy and when it came time to leave the nest, elena left her parents to experience university.
  
  writing sample...

  Spoiler

  "goddamn, i look good."
  
  gabriel stood in front of his mirror, admiring his appearance as his toned body adorned a devilish red suit and black slacks. his baby blue eyes stood out amongst the red and black as old music echoed through his luxurious apartment. to say the blonde-haired male was rich was an understatement. if he could take one thing he learned from his childhood it was business, his father was somehow a genius at making money and gabriel only room after his father; earning his charming yet snake like tongue and his mother's darling looks. gabriel strolled away from the mirror with a smirk plastered on his lips, whistling along to the melody of the song as he picked up his dummy phone, noticing the time written in big, white letters.
  
  "time to get this shitshow on the road!" gabe chuckled to himself, crushing the dummy phone in his hand with ease as he left his apartment swiftly, picking up a thin mask painted elegantly in dark red as he went through the door. the blonde didn't feel like dressing up in his usual get up, that was only for the fun times, this meeting was suppose to be serious and somewhat classy. gabriel jumped into his car before driving away, towards the 'vigilante' club. it was only a short ride away from his home, but it was still fun to show off to the mundanes. he enjoyed the rush of new york city, the way that people raged at others while they stopped at traffic lights and the the bustling city that echoed around them. gabriel parker in front of the club, buttoning up one of the buttons on his jacket while he formed a charming smile on his lips as he was greeted by a young girl, most likely in her early twenties, dressed as a sexy wonder woman. his eyes trailed as he stepped inside the superhero themed club, all of the classic villains and heroes were there; catwoman, harley quinn even scarlet witch was giving a performance to drunk and married men. "jesus christ," gabriel sighed as he slipped his mask over his eyes, allowing it to almost sink into his olive skin like a second skin on top. the male quickly made his way up the stairs and into the private room he had planned the meeting to take place.
  
  gabe strolled around as he admired the classy room, a white neon circular table was set in the middle of the room with leather black seats circled around the table in a neat fashion with one large leather seat in the very front. "absolutely gorgeous!" gabriel sighed as he leapt into the large seat like a little child, his gaze trailed to the large silver plate set in the middle of the lit up table with large glasses filled with champagne. "charming," he smirked as he took a glass for himself, bringing the champagne glass to his lips and drinking the fizzy alcohol in one go. gabriel smacked his lips, throwing the glass over one shoulder before grabbing another one for himself. his gaze trailed to his watch, reading that it was 9pm on the dot. now, it was only a matter of time when the rest would show up for the party.

  
  
• GIGI NAZARI
  

  

  

  
  

  nickname... gigi (prefers).
  age... nineteen.
  gender... cisgender female.
  orientation... pansexual.
  major... engineering.
  incarnation... genie.

  
  

  
  

  height... four foot, eleven inches.
  weight... ninety seven pounds.
  hair... light brown hair.
  eyes... a mix of green and blue.
  body figure... athletic.
  distinguishing features... her babyface.
  voiceclaim... normal / singing
  
  vices... comical, compassionate, energetic, loyal.
  virtues... free-spirited, reckless, childish, sarcastic.
  likes... sugar, jokes, parades, cartoons.
  dislikes... isolation, losing, zombies, liars.
  quirks... counts in twos when nervous or about to cry.
  
  history... all her life, gigi grew up looking for affection from her father. born as the youngest and only daughter in the nazari family with four older brothers in front of her, gigi had lost her mother through sickness and was left without a motherly figure in her life. even during her childhood, it was mainly her older brothers who raised the young girl while gigi's father served in the egyptian military as an aerospace engineer. gigi's father was rarely home and when he was, he hardly noticed his only daughter and instead focused on his three sons. gigi craved some affection from her father but she never received any. by the time her eldest brother, alec, turned twenty-one, he became the guardian of gigi and her three brothers. their father had passed away with a shot in the lung.
  
  the family of four moved to a smaller town away from the city of cairo and closer to a university where alec could study medicine. gigi's brothers followed in their eldest brother's footsteps while gigi couldn't accept growing up. she became a troublemaker in school; messing around in class, jumping off school buildings and ruining her teachers' lives. gigi dropped out of highschool when she reached eleventh grade to try figure things out. she found a passion for music and talent for mechanics, she started university only a year later to study the same thing as her father, hoping that she will please her father while he's up in the sky although there is a nagging voice in the back of her mind wishing she could learn more about singing and music instead.
  
  writing sample...

  Spoiler

  of course he was right; he was always right. violet should had never argued with him and convince him to come, and now she was suffering the consequences; a bloody arm and an angry werewolf of a boyfriend. the blonde left the insititude as soon as the fight was over, not wanting to be there any longer than she had to, and drove away to her own apartment to change from her blood ridden clothes. violet was silent as she showered the guilt and boood from her olive skin body, sirius' words echoing through her mind as she slipped a new shirt over her head.
  
  violet arrived at aofie's bar later that night, staying quiet as the others lead the way. she wanted to be next to sirius and apologise for everything yet she knew that could risk the exposure of their relationship to the others. violet sat down next to her parabatai, cecile while sipping a glass of ginger beer she received from aofie. her brown eyes kept flickering between sirius and cecile as her mind wandered away from the conversation. violet watched as sirius cocked his head to the back door, she nodded in reply as she placed her glass down on the table, "excuse me for a moment," she spoke tiredly before scurrying to the back door to sirius.
  
  after leading sirius down the alleyway, violet stood in front of him. she nodded in reply as she noticed a similar wound on his arm as well, "i'm fine, nothing that bad."
  
  violet was soon shocked to hear sirius' words, as much as she wanted to deny it, she couldn't. "because i know every fight is worth it if i get to be with you in the end." her voice was harsh first yet trailed off into a soft whisper, her hands reaching to grab his as she stared into his eyes, almost loosing herself in the sea of brown, "sirius, you and i both know we've lost so much already, why lose each other now after we've come so far?" violet rose an eyebrow at the werewolf, questioning him. "i know it's not normal, our relationship, but who the world we live in is the opposite of normal."

  
  

 

[PixieDust]

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Spoiler: Princess Aurora

name: Chastity Rose Briar
nickname(s): Rose
age: 23
gender: female
sexuality: heterosexual
disney character: Princess Aurora (Sleeping Beauty)

height: 5'7
hair colour: Golden blonde
eye colour: Light grey
clothing style: R O S E
distinguishing feature(s): Her golden blonde hair and full rose tinted lips

vices: Fickle, naive, ditzy
virtues: Caring, graceful, romantic
likes: Flowers, pink things, sweet talk
dislikes: Tight spaces, dark colours, non scented candles
quirks: Loves incense, has an affinity with the forest
habits: twirls hair, has a slight bounce to her step so her hair swishes when she walks

year: Third
major: Criminal Law
club(s): TBD

history: Chastity Briar was born and raised in the picturesque village of Bavaria in Germany complete with cottage in the woods! At the age of four, her parents moved to England where they welcomed another darling baby girl into the world, Cassandra.

Chastity grew up to be quite the vivacious and energetic child, always making friends with anyone she cane into contact with. Though it was not always fun and games for the girls. Though life in the Briar household seemed like a dream to outsiders, it was less so for the girls. Their parents were always more interested in their work and providing material comfort for the girls . They forgot to show them affection and expected them to be carbon copies of them.

Academic, self-disciplined and responsible Chastity was not however, having always been more of a free-spirited and flighty girl with tastes in suitors that would have her parents drop dead!

The siblings have always been close, relying on each other for compassion. Now that Chastity has been forced to continue her studies in law when she would rather be a ballerina like her childhood days, and keep up her charade of. well, Chastity, she is most pleased to have her sister with her.

relationships: TBD (feel free to pm or tag me in the ooc!)

writing sample:

Spoiler: Writing Sample

Writing Sample (from The Olympus Prophecies-Character Francesca Simmons}:
The haunting melody of the Moonlight Sonata could be heard from the living room of a quaint three bedroom cottage in the English countryside. A young woman sat bolt upright at an antique piano stool of mahogany letting the melody flow through her fingers as they glided along the black and white keys. Her features were not furrowed in concentration as though playing did not come naturally, but relaxed and free was her demeanour as though she had been playing all her life. She had been playing all her life. At least since the age of three and to an exceptional concert pianist standard. Her parents loved to recall how she had learned Beethoven's ninth symphony at the tender age of three in a matter of minutes, stacking cushions onto the piano stool to reach the keys. Quite honestly, her parents loved to recall anything she did because she was their little prodigy with an intelligence quote of one-hundred and sixty-nine. The ideal scholar's daughter.


"Frankie dear, there's a letter here for you!" The girl's previously closed eyes snapped open and her hands ceased their playing. She was not particularly surprised that she had received a letter. She received them often, usually from her alma mater Christchurch College inviting her to speak on Medieval history, so naturally she thought nothing of a letter as she followed the sound of her mother's voice into the front hallway.

"Is it uni again? Only I fear I'll be too busy to do another talk for perhaps six weeks. I'm writing a brief history of the Aztecs." Her mother gave her a look that seemed unconvinced.


"Brief darling? Brevity has never been your strong point Francesca. No it's not from university. Really I'm not quite sure who it is from..."

Her curiosity peaked, Francesca took the letter and opened it then and there. What she discovered within the content was to change the course of her life indefinitely.


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Francesca knew she should probably shut her book and rest her eyes for a moment, but the fate of the Corleone family simply could not wait to be discovered. In the back of her head, reason was telling her that staying sedentary for so long was not healthy and a brisk walk on the deck of the boat would do her some good. She finally gave in to reason, huffed slightly so that her cheeks puffed out and shut the book she was reading forlornly glancing at the spine which read 'The Godfather By Mario Puzo'.


"Don't worry Vito. I'll be back..."she muttered softly to the book before tucking it back in her functional brown bag and standing from her seat on the deck. Looking around her it finally dawned on her just how many people their were, all her age and all rather intimidating. She found herself fiddling with the hem of her cardigan and wondering whether anyone enjoyed reading War and Peace in Russian as much as she did. She highly doubted it. She found that she was lost in thought as she walked idly along the deck. It was a comfort for her which gave her an excuse not to talk to anyone.

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Spoiler: Jane

name: Katherine Darlington
nickname(s): Katie
age: 18
gender: female
sexuality: heterosexual
disney character: Jane (Peter Pan: Return to Neverland)

height: 5'7
hair colour: Brown
eye colour: Light brown
clothing style: K A T
distinguishing feature(s):

vices: Cynical, coarse, shy
virtues: Caring, practical, imaginative
likes: Fixing things, writing prose, being responsible
dislikes: Tight spaces, romance, letting out her inner child
quirks: despite being a bit of a tomboy, Katie has a fondness for feminine clothing with pastel colours and skirts, probably due to her 'proper' upbringing
habits: Bites her lip when concentrating

year: First
major: Creative Writing
club(s): TBD

history: Katherine Darlington was born to a happy upper middle class family in Kensington, England. All was well, she and her little brother Daniel lived a comfortable life in a well-to-do area and their parents seemed very much the perfect happy couple.

It seemed to come completely out of nowhere when, at the age of twelve, Katherine's parents divorced leaving her and ten year old Daniel heartbroken and betrayed, Daniel chose to stay with their mother in Kensington, while, after much deliberation, Katie left for Melbourne with her father.

After the split, rifts quickly formed between Katie and her father and she became more withdrawn and less inclined to use her vivid imagination. She began to cut herself off from close relationships, finding solace in writing creative non-fiction and shutting off the part of her that desperately wanted to write the fantasy prose she used to before the split. No with an opportunity in her grasp she has taken the chance and joined Disney University, hoping to find what truly makes her feel alive in the world.

relationships: TBD (feel free to pm or tag me in the ooc!)

writing sample:

Spoiler: Writing Sample

There was something calming about the smell of paper and the sound of a pen scrawling words that made sentences that eventually turned into a mass of paragraphs that collectively told a story. It was even more satisfying to know that the story told was entirely up to her. Would it be an epic tale of the war between good and evil and the virtues of self-sacrifice? Or perhaps a swashbuckling adventure featuring dastardly pirates and a dashing sailor along with the witty cabin girl? Maybe it could be a coming of age tale? Only her own imagination could limit her!
A wide smile played across her round, youthful features as she set down her pen and notebook.

The young girl suddenly startled when her little brother burst into her room with a cheery grin. "Katie! What are you writing this time?" he asked eagerly as he plopped onto her bed. "Mummy said if I want a bedtime story I have to go to you because you're the best at it!" Daniel gave her a toothy grin and she ruffled his hair affectionately. Drawing the six year old under her blanket with her, she began telling a story similar to the three musketeers with the twist that they were females living in medieval England. In that moment, the happy siblings could have no idea that only a few years later their bliss would be shattered.

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Spoiler: Phoebus

name: Guillaume Evan Henderson
nickname(s): Will
age: 24
gender: Male
sexuality: bisexual with a preference for women
disney character: Phoebus (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

height: 6'2
hair colour: Blond
eye colour: Light blue
clothing style: W I L L
distinguishing feature(s): His shoulder length blonde hair which earned him the nickname Sampson from an ex-girlfriend

vices: Cocky, stubborn, smooth talker
virtues: Charismatic, loyal, humorous
likes: Fine food, classic literature, beautiful people
dislikes: Injustice, dishonesty, being stuck indoors
quirks: Skittish around goats, talks to himself when alone or when in the company of those he feels comfortable with
habits: Runs his hands through his hair when in thought

year: Third
major: Criminal Law
club(s): TBD

history: Guillaume is the son of two Christian missionaries, a French woman by the name of Cosette and an Englishman called Richard. As a boy, Will was raised in Kent, England, though he often traveled to various countries in Europe to aid his parents in their work. He was raised to enjoy helping others and to uphold great morals and so it was quite natural that he would work in law enforcement as an adult. Unfortunately his Parents died whilst he was still a young boy of eight and so he went to live in Paris with his maternal grandparents until he was old enough to leave home.

Guillaume trained as a police officer once settled in Paris, but felt the need to travel once more and decided to study at Disney University. He hasn't looked back since.

relationships: TBD (feel free to pm or tag me in the ooc!)

writing sample:

Spoiler: Writing Sample

Writing Sample (from Witchcraft and Wizardry, character: Jesse McDowell):

Jesse would have been stretched out on his bed with his arms behind his bed taking a nap had it not been occupied by Axelle who was explaining a game she and her friend Ella had made up. Having beautiful girls in his dorm wasn't a regular occurrence unfortunately. Hogwarts had their ways of making sure it didn't happen, but either way, to Jesse, Axelle was simply one of the boys; a teammate on the quidditch team.
"Strip quidditch? Your mate sounds like a right fun lass to come up with that..." He chuckled. At that moment the door to the dormitory opened again and another girl walked in, completely unfazed. The burly male raised an eyebrow as she flopped onto his roommate, Nikolai's bed. How the hell did these girls get away with it? He was pretty certain the girls' dormitories had a repelling charm on them when it came to the lads being let in!

"Alright there? I think you're lost lass, The Three Broomsticks is that way." He pointed out the window in the direction of Hogsmeade Village, "I'm beginning to think youse lot think of this place as a pub to chill out in." He grunted slightly, feigning annoyance, but really he wasn't bothered. The young man let the girls flirt to their hearts content while he flipped through the month's issue of 'Which Broomstick?' comparing brooms. He half listened to the conversation, but listening was not really his strong suit.

Only when Axelle asked if he was ready to go did he look up, completely puzzled. "Ready to go where?" he asked, blankly, only now noticing the fancy tuxedo she wore. The gala had clearly slipped his mind.

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• RED QUEEN
• PRINCE ERIC

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  P R O F I L E
  
  
  

  

  
  name :: Scarlett Carnelian
  nickname :: --
  age :: 21 years old
  birthday :: may 27
  star sign :: aquarius
  sexuality ::
  
  
  
  A P P E A R A N C E
  
  
  

  

  appearance :: Rose Leslie
  height :: 5'6 ft
  weight :: 53 kg
  eye color :: blue
  hair color :: red
  distinctive feature :: her flaming red hair
  build :: slim
  
  disney inspiration: Red Queen from Alice in Wonderland
  
  
  
  A C T I V I T I E S
  
  
  

  

  Year :: 2nd year
  Major :: botany
  Club :: tba
  Sports :: gymnastics and chess
  
  
  P E R S O N A L I T Y
  
  
  virtues :: active, adventurous, cheerful and athletic; daring and curious; confident and persuasive; friendly, flexible and playful; family centered; knowledgeable and capable
  
  vices :: compulsive, stubborn, relentless, perfectionist, sensitive
  
  quirks ::
  (1.) likes to pace around if agitated
  (2.) She's ambidextrous
  (3.) laughs easily even if the joke is toooo corny
  
  likes :: plants and flowers; paintings; coffee; more coffee; dancing
  dislikes :: annoying people
  
  hobbies ::
  (1.) Scarlett collects terrariums and rabbit figurines
  (2.) An equestrian
  (3.) A great sketch artist
  (4.) loves turkish delight
  (5.) a dancer
  
  
  H I S T O R Y
  
  
  Scarlett was brought up by her grandmother alongside with her older brother. Her mother walked out on them when she was 10 and her brother was 14 when her father passed away because of a car crash (Their mom was just smooching money on their dad, she knew she will not get anything when he passed that's why she ran away.) Pretty much it was him, her and their precious granny and it was all that Scarlett needs. And since her father came from old money, they live at a manor in England.
  
  It was a magical place. The house was large enough for them to have an endless place to hide and run around, not to mention their huge library, the attic filled with things from the past, the creepy cellar where "dares" are usually set. But Scarlett's favorite part of the house was their rose hedge maze and it was the price possession of their grandmother. The maze is wide and the hedges is high enough to get someone lost for at least an hour (or more.) Not to mention the thorns of the roses are out there to get you.
  
  The maze was scary place for her when she was a kid but it became her solace and special corner when she went to live in the manor. Her grandmother taught her things, such as how to prune the garden and how to keep it healthy. Upon growing up, their garden grew, not just plants for aesthetics but for medicine as well. It was her grandmother who inspired Scarlett to be a botanist.
  
  
  S A M P L E
  
  
  ASoIaF: Game Of Thrones
  Miranda
  Mistress of Whisper
  
  The sea was lapping and crashing down below her as she stands near the edge of a cliff overlooking the port of the busy city of King's landing. From afar, it is glistening blue like polished sapphires as the sun hits the surface of the deep blue. It was a peaceful sight, but Miranda knew it better. The view is really beautiful up in the Red Keep but if she got close, especially if she went near the dock, the water crashing against the rocks had an awful nasty smell and has is a slight brownish in color. It was polluted by the people living near and in the slums. Garbage and some unwanted matter usually washed up only to be taken and consumed by the sea in time.
  
  "The Drowned gods are not picky on who it consumes." Miranda said, smirking as she watches a familiar sail of a ship she knew only too well, docking in the port. A slight pang of anger flashed within her but it was gone as swiftly as the wind blew passed her jet black hair. No reason to dwell in the past. "All the gods are cruel." she said again in almost a whisper as she turned her back and head straight towards the town.
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  Flea Bottom. The festering part of what supposed to be a great city. But nonetheless, Miranda love the place even though it bore no great memories... It was home. It is home. Besides, it is all about the people and not the place.
  
  Nobody paid attention to her as she walks in the street of Flea Bottom, granted she earned a few stares but that was it. Despite the expensive looking clothes that she is wearing, she is safe.
  
  She managed to swing by the Street of Flour first where she bought bread for the hungry people in the slums. A deed she does every once in a while. What she buys only helps a quarter of the people living in the city, she is not that rich to feed the entire Flea Bottom but what she was doing helps. A grateful nod greeted her and whispers of thank you filled the area as one of the men distributed the food around, Miranda didn't stay long and headed out but she smiled all the same at the people knowing that their gratitude are appreciated though not exactly needed.
  
  Girls paraded naked as she started to enter the red-light district of the City. Naked for everyone to see and they are unashamed of it as they flash their bodies around like bait and attracts weak and hungry men. Men whose wife would not lay with them anymore, or perhaps men who just wants to taste different morsel for once are the frequent visitors of the Street of Silk. Men who are afraid of commitment but are hungry for flesh are welcome too.
  
  At the far corner of the street was her piece of haven in land. Another brothel in the area but her brothel was not like any other. Yes, her brothel was one of the oldest brothels in the area. It was owned by some Lord before the next owner became reckless and stupid and let the class of the place dies. The owner during her childhood days were good enough to at least renovate the place and put some class back. But it was Miranda who made the place look all sophisticated and worthy for the Lords (and Ladies) of the Seven Kingdom again.
  
  As much as she wanted to help the girls in that district, Miranda still has standards. And they quite high. All the girls in her brothel are all beautiful and charming. Also, Miranda had them taught on how to read and write. They all wore silk or velvet dresses, and they are always proper (if the client wanted them to be all down and dirty; that's when they oblige. But if not, the girls are quite knowledgeable in flirting and building up the appetite of the customer.) Their hygiene is perfect too for they cater only those who can afford to spend money for pleasure so they have to look the part.
  
  "Mistress," A strawberry haired girl greeted her as Miranda entered the premise. "The package from Pentos arrived. It's in your room."
  
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  P R O F I L E
  
  name :: Ezra Paxton
  nick name ::
  age: 21 years old
  birthday: december 14
  star sign :: sagittarius
  
  
  A P P E A R A N C E
  
  
  

  

  appearance: Adam Brody
  height :: 5'11
  weight :: 74 kg
  eye color :: hazel
  hair color :: dark brown
  distinctive feature :: curly brown hair and his charming smile
  build :: lean
  
  disney inspiration: Prince Eric from Little Mermaid
  
  
  P E R S O N A L I T Y
  
  
  virtues :: brilliant and charismatic; caring, amiable and trusting; conscientious, Ernest, empathetic and fair; loyal and romantic
  vices :: unaggressive, terrible liar, goofy, awkward and has a tendency to be sarcastic
  

  

  
  likes :: sailing; reading; the smell of old books; classic movies and music;
  dislikes :: his father's job;
  quirks ::
  (1.) he likes to chew the end of his pen while thinking
  (2.) he can't handle his liquor.
  (3.) forced to learn how to waltz
  
  hobbies ::
  (1.) Ezra has a huge collection of original vinyl records.
  (2.) likes to quote classic movies
  (3.) tea drinker
  (4.) Sailing
  (5.) not exactly musically inclined but he knows how to play the drums and guitar
  
  
  A C T I V I T I E S
  
  
  

  

  Year: third year
  Major: marine biology
  Club: tba
  Sports :: swimming & track
  
  
  H I S T O R Y
  
  
  
  Young boys often idolizes their father. Most of them wanted to be just like them in the future. Working the same job, wearing the same suit and tie and driving the same car, (perhaps even faster cars than usual). The gist is they just wanted to be their Daddy when they grow up. Well, not Ezra. As soon as Ezra realized and understood what his father does for a living, he doesn't want anything to do with it. See, his father is a land developer. His job is leveling an entire hill, uprooting every tree in a perimeter of a forest or putting up a great fence by the shore to put a building or a hotel or any other establishments.
  
  He respects his dad, sure, but Ezra want nothing to do with the family business. It was often the root of the tension in the Paxton household. And it was probably the reason why Ezra and his dad has this estranged relationship because he promised that he will not take over. Development is not an excuse for destroying something so pure and beautiful, though deep down, he knew that change is inevitable, it’s just that Ezra is too stubborn and too compassionate to see it. If not for his mother, a famous fashion designer by profession, Ezra will never go home. He tried reaching out to his dad, learning how to play golf or cricket, at first everything will be good but after an hour or so, the family business is always being brought up and the cycle goes on. He wasn't a business type of person but he didn't knew why he took Marine Biology as a course either. It's just that there's something in the sea that draws him. Perhaps it was the beauty and mystery that is hiding within or the fact that it was the domain his father can't easily destroy.
  
  
  S A M P L E
  
  
  From :: The Rage is Infectious
  
  "The whole series of my life appeared to me as a dream; I sometimes doubted if indeed it were all true, for it never presented itself to my mind with the force of reality."
  
  Aria read in a whisper, from all the sentences in the book that she was reading, it was one of the quotes that she could actually relate to, especially in her circumstances as of the moment. Her previous life was no more than a dream to her now, the only traces of the world she grew up with was in rubbles and ruins. If not in dreams every time she falls asleep, the world before was entirely gone and faded to what was passed as the world now. She sometimes did wonder if it actually ever existed, the world where there was peace and order, for now it seems like she was ready to kill and maim anyone who's in her way. No remorse, no hesitation. She easily adapted to the crazy environment.
  
  She knew her mother would argue with her interpretation of the passage. Aria's mom would say that maybe it was a metaphor or some shit. Heck, her mom would even throw a fit if she was here to see the state of the book her daughter was holding. She'd passed out then would definitely throw a fit. In Aria's defense, she found the book that way, the cover is all torn up, pages were now yellowish and some were even folded. People don't care about books anymore, the only use of it for them was to be used as an additional source of heat.
  
  Aria chuckled while thinking of what her mom would say if she saw her burn the book. Her mom would probably not say anything at first but she'll definitely smack Aria and then give her a one hour lecture about how important the book was or maybe more once she recovered. Pain filled her heart but she pushed all her emotions deep within her. God knows that she is more than willing to listen to all her berating, even if it was a lecture of a boring history of something. Aria will give anything just to see her alive and well. But it is way past that. And now she's pretty certain that God doesn't exist or else they wouldn't be in this mess. If God did exist, then He's cruel and horrible.
  
  She's not exactly a believer, she goes with the facts and what is in front of her. If she just put it on faith, surviving would be hard. Besides, she needed a clear head. She can't get compromise by her emotions. Emotions are just as dangerous as the infected people. Emotions can make you hesitate, and hesitation kills. Especially if you're in front of an infected. No, she needed to be as sharp as her knife. In time she learned how to be tough and cold but sometimes it's not enough. She is still human, she could still feel pain and longing, and sometimes these unwanted emotions had its way of creeping back inside her heart.
  
  A tear fell on her cheek as she hugged the half torn book. Aria wanted to sob and just curl up and die. Let the rotting world consume her. If she's going in hell (if it really actually exist), she's fine with it. She believes that it is not that worse than what she was dealing with right now. But then that wasn't how she was raised. She grew up to be a resilient girl. The type of person who never gives up and doesn't take a crap about what others think. Aria was hardwired to be a resourceful and quick on her feet, thanks to her dad.
  
  Besides, it's not over yet. Humanity is still fighting. She knew her dad and two brothers are alive, she could feel it. If she made it this long, then they definitely made it too. It was one of the few things that kept her going every day. The thought of seeing her father and brothers again, alive and kicking, is enough to make her pick up her bag and head for her next destination.
  
  The flurry of rain suddenly pattered outside. It hits the cement with a rhythm at first but then it poured down hard and harsh, completely covering the noise of the outside world. If not the infected, the unpredictable weather is one of the things that could kill all the remaining survivors. Drought, rain, hail, blizzard, no one can tell what was going next.
  
  Aria went back on her reading again, her back was on the wall behind her while her elbows were on her the knees that were up. With the rain pouring hard outside, Aria didn't bother on checking the windows and doors from time to time. The sound was echoing all throughout the place, if there were infected somewhere, they'll probably be confused. She was getting complacent for Aria checked the whole shop before resting her butt that's why when something suddenly emerged from the back part of the room, Aria managed to picked up the gun beside her slower than she liked.
  
  "I come in peace?"
  
  The figure suddenly said. Aria picked up the gun and jumped on her feet, the gun was trailed upon the new comer. Base on her voice, it was a girl. The place wasn't entirely dark and Aria managed to see and size up the new comer. "Who are you? What do you want?" She asked quietly, her voice was calm, her hands was holding the gun still while her finger was pressed lightly on the trigger. The girl was slim and when push comes to shove, Aria was a little confident that she could take her on, with or without weapons. "This store is already cleaned out." said Aria, "A little bummer really, they didn't have Reese's." she added as she tried to lighten the mood. Though with a weapon trailed on the other girl, she doesn't know if her tone was helping. She wanted to put the gun down but she needed to be certain. Aria was still on a hunt for her beloved family, and not to mention her peanut butter cups. She doesn't want to bit the dust because she became stupid and lower her guard down. "Are you alone?"
  

Spoiler: WIP

Cheshire Cat
FC: Cole Sprouse?

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Spoiler: MEGARA

"If there's a price for rotten judgement. I think I've already that."

FC & VC: Luanna Perez-Gerraud

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Name Megan Aja Stavros
Nickname Meg | Red
Age 22
Gender Cisgender Female
Sexuality Bisexual
Inspired off Megara

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Height 5'11''
Weight 124 lbs
Hair Medium Brown naturally - Vivid bright red hair with copper ends.
Eyes Light grey
Body Figure Slender
Clothing Style M | E | G | A | R | A
Distinguishing Feature(s)
✞ Her vibrant red hair
✞ A tattoo on her right forearm with a few roses surrounded by crescent moons
✞ A small cross tattoo at the back of her neck

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Year Third Year
Major Art and Design
Club(s) TBD

Writing Sample From Olympus Prophecies.
Leonie was not one to go around and socialise. Especially when she was on a floating piece of metal was hovering them through the ocean. Despite she looked calm and collected on the outside, it was a different story on the inside. She felt like her internal organs were twisted into big knots. Oh how she hated the ocean. It felt like a giant death trap that simply engulfs you into it's dark pits. The artificial red-head shook the thoughts out. Fortunately so easily for her. As she did, she lifted her head up she noticed how casual people where walking around ever so casually.

It was one thing that kept her mind distracted. Sketching. Well... it did not take much to distract her. She literally has an attention span of three seconds. However when it came to sketching, especially tattoo designs, her attention is to the full. To come to think that her ink parlor was her first and only real commitment she actually achieved. It was sad that she had to leave it behind for school. She was never much of a scholar. Never. Especially with her early case of slight dementia. So she doesn't really know why her aunt, of all people, decided that she must go to a university. New adventure I suppose.

At a certain point, she heard that dinner was about to commence and so she literally scraped her things off the small table and into her backpack before ever so slowly made her way to the dining room. She felt like every step everyone made, the ship was going to sink and kill them all. Luckily, it was none of that, at least till she took a seat.

Leonie was not one to eat much, or at least she is a very fussy eater. Picky or so to speak. However, thankfully, the food provided was all edible from her side. Her choice was salmon with lemon cream sauce. It was heavenly as she tasted it. It didn't take much to please her taste-buds despite being so fussy. However that simply filled her. However as she was about to get up and go back to her former place, she heard a microphone test and an announcer spoke. Yay. Announcements. As the person went on and on, her brain literally puffed out.

"Leonie Navarro... Lethe."

Her attention was grasped as she heard her name but that was about it. As she heard shifting around her, she looked at the student in front of her who seemed to be toying with his food and basically remained like that throughout the whole announcements to the point where he indicated where all the guilds had to meet but by the time Leonie was out in the dining room exit she actually forgot where to go. Being a member of Lethe, her meeting spot was the gardens. Weird. A boat had a garden... like really. How? Anyways she proceeded out but again she simply forgot, "Where the hell was I supposed to go?" she muttered under her breath.

Seeing a black haired female make her way upward towards the game-room she followed at her heels towards her location. Not even knowing if it was right or wrong but it didn't hurt to find out. These were the struggles she had to undergo everyday just because her memory was shit and the size of a pea. With a sigh she seemed to find herself in an arcade type environment. The Games Room she deduced that much. Now the question was... was she in the right place?

As Leonie turned around a bit so the wavy black haired female's came to view, she frowned. Her face looked rather... familiar but the problem above came to action once more. She just could not remember where. This was a serious issue. She despised it. None the matter she had to know where she was. She was a lost sheep. She covered her hands in her over-sized jumper and approached her. "Uhh sorry to disturb but... I am not quite sure where I... am? Or should be for that matter?" she inquired as she rand a hand behind her ear, moving a loose bright red strand behind her ear in the process.

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Personality
Virtue(s) Free-spirited | Independent | Quick Witted | World Weary | Dynamic | Loyal & Sincere ℧ Romantic
Vice(s) Cynical | Snarky | Flirtatious | Rather Pessimistic | Sarcastic | Lack of emotion expression
Like(s) Architecture | Tattoo designing/Tattoos | Mythology especially Greek | White Roses | Lilac | Reptiles
Dislike(s) Males | Trickery | Double-faced beings | Bright colors | Being told no | Being crowded | Tardiness/Delays | Noises made by eating
Quirk(s)
✞ Ambidextrous. Despite being left-handed, Meg writes with her left. However other actions it is habitual she does them with her right
Habit(s)
✞ Lip Bite. Meg has a habit of biting her lips. Be it due to being nervous, anxious or any of the sort. Even while she is doing something like scrolling through her feed or doing a cup of coffee.
✞ Incessant Fidgeter. Megan likes to keep her hands occupied, this results in her fidgeting. The need to constantly touch.

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Biography
Megan had a rather unpleasant childhood, a childhood she'd rather bring herself to forget but at the same time remember in order to proceed on with her own life. She grew up in a rather loving foster home, not knowing her biological parents. The only person as close to family that she had were a boy her age and the mother superior that took care of them. Her own mother had died during labor as she was birthing her and her twin brother only that the only survivor was her. As for her father, her father had dropped her off in that said foster home because he wanted nothing to do with the child. It was known that he had blamed Megan for his wife's life and his son's. For being just a little kid, Megan also did believe that their death's was on her hands... however how can an unborn infant be responsible for such a thing.

At around the age of 10, her friend, the same young boy who she stuck with throughout her life simply disappeared. After he promised they would remain together. The first chance to get adopted he didn't think twice to come and visit her with his adoptive parents nor try to pitch in so he takes her with him. It was all that simple, her 10 year old self thought. Ever since then she had a very low opinion on males.

By the age of 13, Meg got adopted herself by a Greek newly wedded couple who took her in as their own. She was rather surprised as young teens like herself were rarely adopted. Such couples mainly aim or opt. for an infant or toddler. Despite that she started intriguing and into thinking that her life might start forming to the normal. She started taking her adoptive parents interests which were art and also took a particular interest in her adoptive parents' talents. One of them being drawing and architecture, mainly tattoo designing as her mother had her own ink parlor and was the one that did her two tattoos at the age of 16.

About a year later, 17, she lost her adoptive mother to illness. Leaving her and her adoptive father to fend off to themselves. He tried to uptake responsibility for the young female but he succumbed to the temptation and habit of alcohol and cigarettes which didn't leave him in a state to take care of her. That resulted in Meg taking care of him instead of the other way round. Once again low standards of the male population.

Nowadays she proceeded to keep her mother's ink parlor and living with her adoptive father right by her side. Trying to get him out of his bad habits she has to endure every single day which only resulted in her slipping into the same temptation however she only does is for relief... once in a while.

Nowadays she is in her second year of school, enhancing her ancient greek mythology knowledge and her greek language together with her architecture knowledge to proceed on her liking.

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Relationships

ELENA VESTILE

Her close friend. She was the first friend she had ever made upon entering this university and they simply clicked within an instant. So far despite their differences they managed to stick together for three full years.

GUILLAUME HENDERSON

Her ex-boyfriend. Despite being former partners the pair still ended things on good terms and are still good friends. Guess things do not always originally go as planned. However yet such situation still doesn't change the way she looks at him. Just unfortunate but accepting.

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Spoiler: POOH

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Name Cassandra Gail Briar
Nickname Cass | Cassy
Age 19
Gender Cisgender Female
Sexuality Heterosexual
Inspired off Pooh

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Height 5'2''
Weight 121lbs
Hair Golden Blonde
Eyes Blue-Grey
Body Small and Pettite
Clothing Style P | O | O | H
Distinguishing Feature(s)
❧ Her dimpled smile.
❧ A cloud shaped birthmark right under her left ear.
❧ A tattoo with the word Dreamer on it.

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Year Second Year
Major Medicine: Surgery.
Club(s) TBD

Writing Sample From Return to the Magic Kingdom.

On the contrary to her dearest twin sister, the blonde was in the seventh heaven, sleeping the worries away. Ha! As if... the female was worry free. The worst thought that haunted her was if her outfit didn't match or someone didn't. The feeling of her silk ivory pajamas that matched those of her sister's, was rather soothing as she had her hands covered under the sleeves with the sleeves near her nose smelling the scent of strawberries she loved so very much.

Despite her sleep, Mia didn't sleep deeply so with the slightest shift or noise she always woke up. Firstly it was Madison's alarm, followed a minute after was her own alarm, which she dreaded as she didn't want to get out of bed. However the sound of 'Primadonna Girl' radiated through the whole room, which always gives Mia motive to get up and start dazzling herself through the day. Thirdly, it was her sister's voice. A messy blonde hair pooped from under the cream color covers as a woken up Mia spoke, "Mmm..." was all she could let out, just enough to let her sister know that she was awake. Sort of.

As Madison exited the room, she threw the sheets off of her and groggily got up to pick her outfit for the day.... or rather morning. It was the most exciting part. Mia was a sucker when it came to nude shades and pastel colors. After a good solid hour, the female was now in a nice light blue button up shirt, with slightly rolled up sleeves. A nice flowy white high-waisted skirt with was pair with a nude shade small belt that hugged her waist. Matching that belt was a nice small purse and heels matching the same shade. Her and her sister took approximately the same amount of time. As Madison barged in once more and complimented her she grinned, still applying her pink lip-gloss to her plump lips.

"Aren't I always?" she boasted as she perfected her blonde curly waves and left them hanging. "Oh Maddy... I know this place is simply a dump but daddy placed us here because he said we needed to take care of ourselves for some reason. It's soooooo not fair!" she whined before she headed behind Madison to get her own coffee. "Of course! Like I would want to miss that hunk serving up our coffee..."she giggled before exiting the room.

Following her sister's side she too emerged up front and got her regular order with just one look. As her sister dealt with the passive aggressive waitress she spotted a barista. A specific barista. The same hunk of muscles that her sister was eye candying. Waiting for her own frappucino she poked her sisters' shoulder,"Hmmm muscled barista... 6 o'clock."

She knew her sister liked googling and day dream about him every time they went there. The dark brunette female came back with their drinks as Mia evaluated her frappucino which seemed to look all good. No complaints from her side however there was no cute little biscuit, "Uhm excuse me but what kind of service is this? I expect a biscuit as per usual... why is there no biscuit? Get. me. a. biscuit." she insisted with her icy blue eyes, giving an intense glare.

The dark haired barista widened her eyes and went to get her the damn biscuit as she rolled her eyes when she gave Mia her back.

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Personality
Virtue(s) Caring | Sweet | Gentle | Quiet | Friendly | Thoughtful | Honest | Positive | Creative
Vice(s) Naive | Gluttonous | Slow | Gullible | Forgetful | Oblivious | Childlike
Like(s) Culinary Arts | Cookies | Baking | HONEY | Autumns.
Dislike(s) Bees | Winters | Being Vulnerable | Purples
Quirk(s)
❧ Illiteracy. Cassandra has some issues reading and writing. Mainly writing due to her dyslexia. She can speak perfectly fine but when it comes to writing. Disastrous. This is why medical is not her field but the culinary arts are.
Habit(s)
❧ Tucking Herself. Cassandra likes tucking herself tight under the sheets, in fear of something getting her when she sleeps.
❧ Cracking Joints. Loves and find it relieving when she crack her knuckles, back, neck, so on so forth once a day.

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Biography
Cassandra is the youngest of the Briar siblings, having an older sister whom is four years older than her, Chastity. The pair of golden blonde siblings grew up in a rather artificial atmosphere due to their parents. Despite being British, her family including her sister are German. The change in nationality occurred when both parents and Chastity moved to England and Cassandra was born. It was a shame to never get to know the city of Bavaria.

Growing up, the girls never really had the attention desired from their parents hence they sought it with each other. It was always be the best of the best and never look down. Doing things they did not wish just to please her parents. The pressure was felt the more on by her older sister since she was expected to set and example for Cassandra. However that changed when her sister set off to University leaving her alone with them. Then the pressure fell on her as the attention diverted to her. Achieve this. Achieve that. Her father pestered her practically to become a surgeon just like him. Not what she wanted to become a chef.

Now that she turned 19, they sent her to the same University on a course desired by her father. It's a shame that she didn't have the luxury to attend the desired course of culinary arts.

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Relationships

CHASTITY BRIAR

Her older sister. Her pillar. The female is older than her by 4 years and she looks up to her as she was the only person that was there for her no matter the situation. The pair found compassion and affection in one another when they mostly found none from their parents.

GUILLAUME HENDERSON

Her sister's best and close friend and a pretty much a brotherly figure for the young Briar. She may have had some puppy crush on him when she was just a child but all has passed as she matured.

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Spoiler: PINOCCHIO

"Always let your conscience be your guide. Always."

FC & VC: Daniel Radcliffe.

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Name Petar Lyle Dubovlic
Nickname N/A
Age 21
Gender Cisgender Male
Sexuality Demisexual
Inspired off Pinocchio

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Height 5'10''
Weight 152lbs
Hair Light Brown
Eyes Light Blue
Body Lean
Clothing Style P | I | N | O | C | C | H | I | O
Distinguishing Feature(s)
☭ Always found wearing a sweater vest, trench coat or a blazer most of the time.
☭ A small incision on his abdomen due to an appendix removal operation.

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Year First Year
Major Architecture: Sculpting/Carpentry.
Club(s) TBD

Writing Sample From Olympus Prophecies.
It was one rather long boat ride. He envisioned it to be a lot faster than the pace it had been going. Especially since Tyler had easy cases of sea-sickness. Ever since he boarded on the boat all he did was stick to the railing and never let go. His stomach has been tossing and turning for the majority of the time on this devilish mobile. It only like what? Two seconds of relief when another wave hits him and well. Everything over-board it went. However upon the announcement that dinner was about to be presented. His stomach instead of hurling it actually grumbled. It was expected after the many times he fed the ocean creatures and emptying from himself. Straightening himself up he inhaled and exhaled before motioning somewhere inside. Even though he was simply completely lost he took his chances and followed his hunch and went further in and towards the right. What do you know... it was a sign pointing and indicating towards the dining hall and so he pranced his way there, his blazer over his shoulder as he held it with one finger there. He didn't know the dress code here so he always went with his own preppy style: smart.

He continued prancing towards a seat and lowered himself as she applied a napkin on his nice navy blue dress pants and looked what they had to offer. He tried not to scrunch his nose at the choice. He would have had a larger variety back home but he had to make do with a nice plate of rice minus the vegetables cause who even like those? As for a main he went the roasted rosemary chicken. Salmon was not his thing, even the smell of it was bothering him. However he chose to not whine about it. It was to start fresh here, resorting to old habits would just be doing exactly the opposite of that. And so he proceeded to nibble and examine. There was not one face that seemed remotely familiar and the chance to socialise were limited to him as he was bent over a rail for the majority of the ride.

Upon their dining experience, which turned out rather famishing than he expected for such a lesser selection than he was accustomed to. He heard a slight screeching microphone sound before a person started to speak and dictate what was on the paper he was displaying for the new students. He was too busy enduring his last piece of chicken to notice what he was saying.

"Tyler Brash... Cocytus."

As he was about to drink some water he almost snorted out at the sound of his guild name. Cock-- ytus. Pretty sure it was not just him, hopefully but it was hard not to. Guess it was time to attempt to make some actual friends this time round. It felt rather weird to be in a place where he knew no one. It felt un-natural for him. Time to attempt to change that. As the person stopped and ended his announcements, Tyler removed the napkin from his lap and wiped his hands clean even though his hands never touched his food. Taking a stand once more he draped his grey tweed blazer over his shoulder by holding from one index finger. He swaggered his way towards the indicated choice of guild meet-up. The bar. Seemed like a place where he can forget all his sea-sickness. Hopefully.

And so he arrived in this bar, even though every step he took he felt as if he was going to let out. Thankfully he didn't. That would not have been pleasant. As he reached this assumed bar he spotted people clustering in. He assumed that all these students where part of the now Cocytus guild. Sweet. He spotted a long haired brunette just by the bar and figured he would try with her first. No shame in getting a friend. Her straightened the open collar of his white button up shirt and motioned towards the bar and leaned on it. "Two shots of bourbon, one for me and one for the lady," he demanded to the bartender as he pointed at the rather attractive lady next to him. "Make it double." he instructed with the motion of two fingers and he settled on a stool, casually. He took his chances with her and assumed she loved drinks - even so bourbon. Hopefully.

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Personality
Virtue(s) Tactical | Selfless | Innocent | Intellect | Brave | Unabashed | Simplistic
Vice(s) Reckless | Over-confident | Gullible | Happy-Go-Lucky | Liar | Greedy | Materialistic
Like(s) Sculpting/Wood Carving | Rain | Soccer | Dancing | Materials | Intelligence & Diligence.
Dislike(s) Getting into trouble | Vandalism | Heat | Lack of common sense | People calling him Petar.
Quirk(s)
☭ Caffeine. The male has to have at least three doses of caffeine everyday if needs be.
Habit(s)
☭ Lying. A habit he grasped at a very young age because of his parents that simply stuck to him like a leech.
☭ Smoking. Despite not looking so the male has a craze for smoking. Simple tobacco and cigarettes will abide. Or vape. He does not temper with weed and any other herbs.
☭ Gambling. Despite leading a rich life, he simply like having more and more.

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Biography
Born in Warsow, Poland, Petar never really had anything to complain about. His family had everything they ever wished for. Money, business, success... so on so forth. Only there was one thing that the family lacked. Happiness and union. Everyone was so self absorbed and greedy that they kept forgetting what mattered truly in a family. Growing up Petar was forced to do anything that his parents told him to do. If not he suffered consequences. Ever since he was a young one, he never quite abode by the house rules or what they allowed him to do or not but he simply had his rebellious tendencies or so to speak.

This led to Petar leading dual lives. The one he wanted outside of the house and at school with his friends and the preppy yet studious life when he entered the household. That being said due to circumstances and being surveyed by his parents Petar had acquired a very bad habit. That of lying. Continuously, to keep himself safe from the activities he did not want his parents to know about. He kept it up through his adolescent life however when he settled out to live by himself, Petar, tried to live somewhat differently.

Now aged 21, the male started living under his own roof, with his own rules. Which actually caused him to grow up. To an extent. His habit of lying however remained, which ruined many of his friendships and relationships he may have had. In fact he still struggles with it despite his change of maturity.

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Spoiler: Demitri Videl

Demitri Videl

"Miserable, darling, as usual. Perfectly wretched." ~ Cruella De Vil

Name: Demitrius Julien Videl

Nickname: Demitri

Age: Twenty-three

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Demiromantic Bisexual

Year: Fourth

Major: Fashion Merchandising

Disney Inspiration: Cruella De Vil, 101 Dalmatians​

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appearance

.:: Eyes ::.
Blue

.:: Hair ::.
Black with platinum highlights, always styled

.:: Build ::.
Tall and lanky

.:: Distinguishing Features ::.
• Always wears at least one black article or accessory
• London skyline and mandala tattoo around his left ankle
• Scar near his jawline from a dog attack
• Pierced ears

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As a fashion merchandising major, Demitri can always be found wearing the latest trends, or even starting them himself. He values material riches and likes to show off his sense of style, especially at large social events. Demitri's style is refined, and he wouldn't be caught dead in department store clothing. He favors the red, black, and white color combination, as well as unique textiles.

persona

.:: Vices & Virtues ::.
+ Cunning + Charismatic + Resilient + Creative + Decisive
- Indulgent - Lazy - Cynical - Detached - Self-important

.:: Likes & Dislikes ::.
+ Luxury + Fashion + Flirting + Reality TV competition shows + Gambling
- Sweater vests - Boredom - Mornings - Children - Traffic

.:: Quirks ::.
• Answers texts with phone calls
• Has a small collection of antique technology at his apartment
• Can spot a dog from several blocks away

.:: Habits ::.
• Making direct eye contact with people while walking
• Uses endearing titles and nicknames
• Smokes when stressed
• Doesn't eat very much or often

.:: History ::.
Although both of Demitri's parents were born and raised in London, they came from two different worlds. His mother was a wealthy socialite and heiress to a family fortune, while his father was a lower class government worker. They met at a chance event one night, and despite their differences it felt like love at first sight. The illusion was soon shattered; however, when Demitri's mother was promised to marry another man of high status according to her parents' decision. When Demitri's father heard the news, he felt betrayed and heartbroken. He moved out of the city without saying goodbye, but he didn't know that their short-lived affair had resulted in a pregnancy.

Demitri's mother never married; however. Not long after Demitri was born, his grandfather died of cancer, and Demitri's mother decided they would move back in with her mom. The two women took good care of them for the first few years of his life. They had their disagreements and dealt with the loss differently, yet they managed to keep it together in front of the child. As Demitri grew older; however, he began to realize that his mother was not content to stay at home all the time. Her unhappiness led her back to the world of the socially elite, as she searched for fulfillment in wealth and beauty.

Demitri spent many nights during his childhood at home with his grandmother while his mother went out to parties. For awhile it was the same routine- eat dinner, watch some television, maybe read a book and then go to bed. It was nothing special, and Demitri started to get very bored of the older woman, and she seemed to have only limited interest in playing with him. That all changed when he noticed her sewing one night and asked her to teach him how. From then on, they finally had something to do together that they both enjoyed. Sewing became not only a hobby, but something Demitri both excelled at and enjoyed, which was more than he could say for school.

When he was twelve years old, his mother and father met again. His mother was ecstatic and claimed her love for him had never died; however, his father felt differently. Still, when he learned that he had a son he seemed interested in at least meeting the boy. Demitri spent an awkward weekend with his father, in which his father called him "girly" and "not right in the head" when Demitri spoke of his interest in sewing. The few days started with Demitri failing to find interest in sports and ended with him being attacked by his father's large Doberman.

Although he never returned to his father's, the event reignited his mother's interest in love and family, which also brought jealousy. When Demitri's mother realized how close her son had become with her own mother, she decided that she should be the one spending the most time with him instead of her. So, they moved into their own apartment and she started taking him to all of her social events, although he was mostly expected to sit and behave while she drank and mingled. They were long ordeals where everyone seemed more or less the same, so Demitri passed the time by observing the socialites' clothing and watching the trends come and go.

His teen years continued in this way, only Demitri was no longer content to sit on the sidelines. In accepting his mother's high-end lifestyle as the new normal, he started making friends and establishing his own name in that social sphere. He never gave up sewing and developed it into a full-fledged pursuit of fashion design. Although he's certainly not at the level he'd like to be, he's gained recognition and achievements in smaller design competitions. Demitri plans to attend a specialized school after graduating college, become a designer for several years, and eventually be an editor for a high-end fashion magazine.

writing & relationships

.:: Writing Sample ::.

Spoiler: Taken from Trade Mistakes

Evan nodded as his friend and ex from a few years ago greeted him in the parking lot. She almost always looked the same, no matter when he saw her—shoulder-length red hair tied up in a neat ponytail, no makeup, and simple scrubs. She wasn’t the type of attractive that turned heads, but she was probably one of the smartest girls Evan had ever met, and he admired her dedication to her studies.

They had kept in touch every now and then and started talking again roughly a week ago when Angela asked for the name of the Chinese restaurant they frequented when they had been dating. She invited him to tag along, probably just to be polite, but he agreed. Of course, lunch had led to catching up on life, which was fine until Evan thought about recent events. He reluctantly told Angie that he was having some trouble with friends, but she called him out—by friends, he really meant a significant other, didn’t he? Evan tried to deny it, but Angie wasn’t buying. He didn’t tell her all the details, but she knew him well enough to know that he’d cut himself off from people, and since then she’d made an effort to invite him out for food, the only going out she ever did due to her busy schedule. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

Evan followed Angie into the restaurant, taking in the familiar atmosphere. It didn’t take long before his eyes landed on Kieran and froze. Kieran looked…not like himself. His skin was paler, and he looked thinner—not as healthy as Evan remembered. Had it really been that long? Angie’s voice telling him that she was going to find a table and put in their order made Evan realize that he was staring at Kieran, and that Kieran had noticed. Evan acknowledged Angie’s words and then turned back. He couldn’t just walk away now—that would be rude. Easier, perhaps, but it wasn’t something Evan wanted to do. So he slowly made his way to the table where Kieran was sitting with a blonde. He felt like he recognized her, but he wasn’t sure.

“Hey Kieran.” Evan was a little surprised at how foreign the words felt after he said them. He hadn’t talked to Kieran in weeks, or even talked about him by name. Great. He’d said hello. Now what? Evan hadn’t thought it through—that in itself was unusual—but he’d just gone for it because he was sure that ignoring Kieran would just make things worse. Evan didn’t want to make things worse; he missed his friend.

Evan’s eyes shifted over to Amelia, who awkwardly stood up and excused herself to the restroom. Evan rolled his eyes. She couldn’t have been any more obvious, but he appreciated that she’d taken the hint. Evan slid into the booth across from Kieran and looked at him, even though it was a little difficult. He wasn’t angry, but it still hurt and there was a present fear that Kieran would tell him to leave again. Even if he did, Evan wasn’t going to leave without saying what was on his mind.

“I’m sorry.” There it was; he’d said it. Evan was surprised at how easily the words came out—why had it been so hard to say before? Maybe he was just tired of having them stuck in his throat. “I shouldn’t have said all that stuff; I know you wouldn’t have done anything to Izzy. And for the record, I wasn’t just blaming you. I thought that she also—“ Evan stopped. He wasn’t going to say too much this time; that’s where he’d gone wrong with Kieran so many times before. “It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m not upset about it.” He saw Amelia coming back to the booth and got up out of her seat, still waiting to see what Kieran would say, if he would say anything.

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Spoiler: Celeste Wallace

Celeste Wallace

"I don't want to survive. I want to live." ~ Captain B. McCrea

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Name: Celeste Evelyn Wallace

Nickname: Celi

Age: Eighteen

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Year: First

Major: Environmental Science

Disney Inspiration: WALL-E, WALL-E​

appearance

<< Eyes >>
Brown

<< Hair >>
Dirty blonde, frizzy, down or in a loose bun

<< Build >>
Short and petite

<< Distinguishing Features >>
• Large glasses frames
• Slightly pigeon-toed and has a distinct walk
• Sometimes has doodles on her arms or ankles

<< Clothing Style >>
Celeste can be found in a lot of vintage clothing or outdated styles, but thankfully, the hipster/street look is fashionable in college. She enjoys different textures like denim and corduroy, and she's more or less willing to try anything someone suggest for her to wear. She tends to dress in conservative way, not one for showing off a lot of skin or wearing form-fitting outfits although she admires how they look on other people. Celeste likes quirky things but tends to dress plainly in neutral colors that blend into the background.

persona

<< Vices & Virtues >>
+ Inquisitive + Nurturing + Optimistic + Patient + Humble + Forgiving
- Naive - Hesitant - Disorganized - Emotionally Sensitive - Reclusive

<< Likes & Dislikes >>
+ Succulents + Anything Retro + Travel + Space
- Loud noises - Rudeness - Cleaning her room - Horror movies

<< Quirks >>
• Names her plants
• Has a fondness for antique technology
• Can sleep in uncomfortable places or positions

<< Habits >>
• Humming
• Shuffling her feet
• Fiddling with her glasses
• Talks rapidly when nervous

<< History >>
Celeste has been looking at the stars for as long as she can remember. Born to two scientists for NASA, she grew up in a home that always supported curiosity. Her parents loved their daughter, but after years of struggling to balance a child and their extreme dedication to science, it became clear that work would always come first for them. They stopped dragging Celeste to the lab and started leaving her at home in her Aunt Eva's care, figuring it would be best if she had at least a little stability growing up.

Despite the fact her sister basically dumped a kid onto her plate, Aunt Eva never complained and instead took care of Celeste like she was her own daughter. Eva also stayed busy with her work, but she always managed to make the extra time to play games or spend an afternoon outside with the girl. Celeste has always considered Aunt Eva her closest friend that she could always depend on, as opposed to her parents that would try or say they would attend her science fair or throw her a birthday party but rarely followed through. Still, Celeste always longed to be close to them and make them proud of her.

As a result, she always did well in school and took an early interest in space and science because it was something they could share. Celeste focused most of her time in academics and let social activities fall to the wayside. She always got along with others easily, but real friendships were hard to come by. Celeste struggled to fit in with others, especially in school because of how "nerdy" she always seemed. Still, all of the studying paid off in one way or another, as she got plenty of scholarships for her first year of college. Celeste never lost her curiosity and has high hopes for this new chapter in her life.

writing & relationships

<< Writing Sample >>

Spoiler: Taken from The Actual Danger Outside

As soon as Khara turned her back on Charlie, she felt regret falling to the pit of her stomach like lead—a heavy, even poisonous feeling that permeated the very core of her being until it consumed her whole body. She had no idea what she was doing—why she had come out here or why she had waited so long to do so, why she had pushed Charlie a way or why she hadn't pushed him harder... it was all a blurred mess wrapped in spiderwebs of murky uncertainty. But before she had time to respond, she felt him grab her.

"Charlie! W-What are you-?" Khara stammered, completely caught off guard. She stood there stiffly and he embraced her, but she couldn't muster the courage to push him away. Khara could feel color creep onto her cheeks; she was thankful it was dark outside. Why was he so odd? Hugging or physical affection in general was uncommon here- Khara barely hugged the members of her own family. This must be a weird outsider thing, she concluded, since he obviously didn't think it odd to hug a stranger.

Khara stood motionless, as if frozen to the spot, as Charlie thanked her and said goodbye. Good, she thought. Now he'll be out of my hair and back where he belongs. And my life can go back to normal. But to think that her world could be shaken so much by a single boy over the course of a few hours... Khara hesitated. Maybe her life was more fragile than she believed. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to change. No, she shook her head. It was still too soon to change. But maybe, just maybe...it would be okay to see things from another perspective. The leaders of Elzyon had always valued education and knowledge. What better way to gain knowledge about the unknown than from a walking, talking alien himself?

When Khara had finally settled on this decision, she turned back and jogged to where she had left Charlie, hoping he hadn't been too quick to make his escape from the inside. Khara reached out her hand and touch his shoulder but then hesitated and pulled back. Maybe for him this wouldn't be such a big deal, but for her, it was different. After several seconds of back-and-forth debating, Khara compromised and tapped Charlie's shoulder for a brief instant.

"Hey," she said. "Um...well...I have school tomorrow, but um...maybe I could talk to you again after." Khara fiddled with the ends of her sleeves and looked down at her hands. "I mean, if you're still around and didn't have anything better to do, of course. You shouldn't feel obligated to wait around if you have things you need to be doing." Khara glanced up at him before averting her gaze again. She felt anxious and didn't want to stay out much later, so she turned to leave yet again.

"But that doesn't mean I changed my mind," she repeated, calling out over her shoulder. "I still don't think you've found the right girl to help you—I still don't think it's me."

Khara knew the morning would come all too soon, and that she would be tired when she woke up. However, she was glad she stayed up and went out there. Her conscious wouldn't allow her to sleep under such conditions. Even as she returned to her room once again, she had trouble easing into the comfort of her home. The mattress felt harder than usual, and the blankets felt rough against her skin. She thought of Charlie and his strange clothes, his funny personality, and his strange actions. Though she didn't understand the rationale behind half of what he said or did, his oddities were comforting, somehow. Although she wasn't used to his way of thinking, everything he said and even did seemed sincere. Khara had no reason to doubt that he was truly from the outside, and that he knew of worlds she had never dreamed of.

Khara thought of her younger days, when she had been curious and uncontent to live inside a world of walls- a world with every security but no choices. Sure it was easy to live in a world without danger when the freedom was taken away. It was easy to be safe by putting up walls to shut the other worlds out. Khara had been reprimanded multiple times for asking questions of why things were the way they were. Maybe there was a reason, after all. Maybe Charlie was that reason. It was a long shot, she knew. Khara stared out the window, half expecting to see Charlie's red hair and unmistakable grin taunting her in some way. However what she did see was the sun. Rising over the wall, it signified the start of a new day. A new chance. A new start, and maybe this time, she could start over with a friend.

<< Relationships >>
To Be Determined

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[Doomshroud]

Spoiler: Work-In-Progress

"I rage against the trials of love; I curse the fading of the light!" - The Beast, Evermore
~ Name: Adam Greyson

~ FC: Liam Hemsworth

~ Age: 20

~ Major: Arts & Humanities - English Language and Literature

~ Disney Inspiration: The Beast - Beauty and The Beast

~ Personality:
~ Traits - Somewhat unrefined; Rather snarky; Unsure in matters of the heart; Endearing past the harsher exterior.
~ Strengths - Equally empathic and compassionate; Commanding air.
~ Weaknesses - Occasionally short-tempered; Struggles with being cold, blunt & confrontational; Distrustful towards strangers.

~ History:
The son of an esteemed businessman CEO and pediatric nurse, Adam Greyson was born in London with a silver spoon in his mouth. As to be expected, his upbringing was very much influenced by the affluence and public image of his family. His father was a shrewd entrepreneur and haughty socialite at heart, often concerning himself with the stature of the family and the bottom line far more than the sentiments of his son. Because of this, Adam was instilled with his father's arrogant values pertaining to self-image, outward aesthetics, pure self reliance, and wealth, fostering conceit and a distrust of people in the boy.

Adam's mother, however, did her best to promote love, benignity, and compassion in her son, creating a sort of conflict with the values that Adam's father had sought to instill in the boy. It was this that counterbalanced what might've been Adam's descent into cold, near-friendless egotism; the loving nature of his mother slowly prompted the youth to question the teachings of his father. Was it really wrong to rely on others? Adam's father had always taught that the boy didn't particularly need anyone in his life, so long as he had riches, influences, and a "rightful" outlook on life. The opposite influences of his parents had created a conflict within, but Adam could not deny a growing desire for amity, close bonds, and the like.

At the age of twelve, however, Adam's mother was overwhelmed with maladies from an illness she'd been combating for years, till finally she could fight it no more. In light of her untimely demise, Adam was left stricken with sorrow. Without the guidance of his mother, he received only his father's principles for the next several years. He adopted a colder, haughtier facade to satisfy his father. The longer he maintained the facade, the truer it became, though because the virtues taught by his mother still had a place in the back of his mind, he often regretted this attitude. He questioned whether or not he truly deserved friendship, rapport, and even romance, but could never truly bring himself to disappoint his father's expectations.

Eventually, he would go to study abroad at Walt's Dreamers and Doers, seeking to experience some aspect of life away from his home; away from the source of his inner conflicts; to a place where he might hope to find that which he is looking for. And it is here that Adam Greyson's story truly begins.
~ Writing Sample:

The starless sky was pitch black and frighteningly dismal, lit only by the occasional dagger of lightning. The sea was a frenzy of raging tides and harrowing winds, and with every thunderclap, the storm only seemed to worsen.

Hard waves cascaded against the vast 18th century frigate sailing along these tumultuous tides. Somehow, the vessel pushed onward without a hitch, as if untouchable by the strong winds. Though the wind and seas raged on all sides, the vessel continued on a straight path as if it were a clearer day than any other.

The frigate's sails - sky with ornate, golden Victorian symbols - hung dry against the undisturbed mast.

This was impossible, of course. The rain ought to have been beating hard against the sails while the wind played its role in tempting the vessel off course.

An unseen veil of supernatural fabrication, however, saw the frigate sail onward through the storm without any complications. It would be another story entirely, however, it a waterspout were to touch down. Nothing that the wizard behind these fortifications couldn't handle, of course, but the brief moments of intense winds could prove annoying.

The wizard and captain of the ship was housed comfortably in his quarters. Garbed in an azure cloak, Malarach stood poring over notes, scrawls, and tomes scattered across the mahogany surface of a long table.

Candles lit with golden fire illuminated his quarters. Bookshelves, dressers, and other tables had been positioned along the walls. Numerous orbs and magical instruments sat atop the shelves. A few portraits of himself had been hung here and there.

In his left hand, he clutched a quill between his fingers, whilst the other held a roll of parchment against the table. His face was unreadable, but something danced across those eerily scarlet eyes. Excitement? Exasperation? Inquisitiveness? The gleam in his eyes was not unlike that which an avid researcher, scholar, or scientist. In a sense, he considered himself all three.

Without a word, he placed the tip of his quill against the parchment, and began to write.

“Seeking knowledge is a funny thing; the harder it tries to elude you, the more clues to it fate reveals. For me, at least. And if only because I have mastered fate’s hand.”

Another thunderclap. The room didn’t so much as rattle, but the wizard sensed it reverberate through the clouds. He didn’t look up from his parchment.

“My search for clarity of Anti-Magic - the concept of utter magic nullification - has proved fruitless for years. Decades I’ve spent tracking down many archives on it, only to find stupidly vague, out of place references to it that most wizarding authors are too timid to expand upon. I never was able to find any of those authors, seeing as most of them don’t share my luxury of immortality. Their lack of spines probably caused them to collapse and suffocate under the weight of their robes. A fitting end, to be sure, but vexing to those hoping to make inquiries before they tragically passed on.”

“It is a shame, being the only bold wizard I know.”

He snorted. Malarach couldn’t help but be amused with sorcerers that were too afraid to push the boundaries of magic. They were complacent, sacrificing merit and power for safety and comfort. And in the end, they grew old and died of any number of maladies, in their sleep if they were lucky. So much for comfort.

Shaking his head, he put the quill against the parchment and continued:

“But I digress. You see, as fate would have it, I have been directed towards an arcane archive that I’m confident will set me on the right path to uncovering the mysteries of Anti-Magic.”

“This repository was brought to my attention by a former pupil of mine, whom I only recently sought out. With the magical knowledge I armed him with all those years ago, I’d expected to find him living lavishly, perhaps in a tower or manor some sort, with loyalists at his side, maybe a few women here and there; when I first met him, he frankly struck me as that sort of man.”

“What I didn’t expect was to find him wasting away in some dusty dungeon beneath an abandoned monastery, babbling madly about assassins, shadow societies, and archers. He might’ve poorly invoked an eldritch, the way he spoke. The sad fool barely recognized me! With a few, temporary mental corrections and some persuasion, I was fortunately able to make inquiries of him. In those moments of near-sanity, he informed me of a place called 'The Arcana Archives' – a mystical masterpiece beyond compare. That last part was likely an exaggeration, but it was enough to intrigue me.”

“According to him, this complex building housed all that I was looking for and more. I cannot know for certain if the key to interpreting Anti-Magic is housed there, but I will soon find out. Shortly after telling me this, madness began to overtake my former pupil’s mind once again. At his very request, I ended his life and left his body to rot there [after procuring a sample of the strange restorative fluid running through his veins, of course].”

“What a sad shell of a man my pupil had become. So much potential, wasted. I knew I should have just used him for my experiments with wyrm hearts rather than take him on as an apprentice. What a waste of time. Admittedly everlasting time, but still.”

Malarach’s head raised from the parchment, brows creased, ears alert. A mild shudder went through his quarters. He could sense the storm picking up outside of the vessel, steadily growing in its intensity. A stronger wind was emerging from the storm. A funneling wind.

A waterspout would fully form in a matter of minutes. He needed to finish his ruminations quickly, so that he might prepare another defensive spell before the brunt of the tornado hit.

He hastily dipped the tip of his quill in a vial of ink before putting it to the parchment again.

“I have already set sail to the Ireland’s eastern coast. I could be there in an instant, of course, but why be so hasty? I find these treacherous voyages a tad more fulfilling. I’ll have to set up the usual secrecy and camouflage charms once I arrive, as always. Can’t have potential naval forces getting suspicious, or another drunk sod ambling aboard and reveling in my quarters. The last one didn’t take to well to being force fed a vial of Delver Venom; I suppose I wouldn't like fanged tentacles tearing out of my stomach and ripping me apart either.”

“Perhaps this Arcana Archive will hold the knowledge I’m looking for. Perhaps it won’t. Either way, this quest for Anti-Magic has been an interesting one. I truly won’t suffer any if it lasts another decade. A great wizard thinks not of the toil, but of the merit. And I am of course one of the greatest wizards of today. Being undying helps too.”

At that, Malarach set the quill aside. With a wave, the revenant closed and sealed the enchanted journal he used to record his many ruminations. A satisfied smirk, and he turned around and strode out of the Captain’s Quarters.

Another thunderclap resounded from the sky. Unseen forces revolved in the palm of his hand as he prepared to defend his frigate against the waterspout descending upon the sea.

The door to his quarters closed behind him, as if by itself. The candles within remained lit. He would reenter these quarters soon, ready to write, to record, to study, to analyze; ever eager to refine his wisdom…and the power it conferred.

 

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Completed

Spoiler: Luke Raggs

"Do you trust me?"

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FC/VC: Avan Jogia​

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Basics​

Name: Luke Victor Raggs
Nickname: Vic | Rag
Age: 20
Gender: Cis-Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Inspired off: Aladdin​

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Appearance​

Height: 5'8''
Weight: 142 lbs
Hair: Long Wavy Brown Hair.
Eyes: Greenish Brown
Body Figure: Alethic
Clothing Style: L U K E
Distinguishing Feature(s):
☽ His long brown hair
☽ scars on his back, whip marks.​

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Biography​

Born in Cincinnati, Ohio. Luke was left on the doorstep of a foster home for kids. His parents never even looked at his face or held him. They just left him there, on the cold steps. He was raised by his foster mother until he was 3 when he was adopted by the Raggs family. They were an older couple that couldn't have any kids. Nate Raggs was a successful owner of a contractor company. While his wife owned one of the top fashion companies in the world. They had already adopted his older brother and sister early in the year. They fell in love with Luke as soon as they saw him.

He grew up happy and well cared for. He never thought of the people who abandoned him. He was thankful that he did, cause it gave him the chance to be with the Raggs. Luke was a troublemaker growing up, always talking back and getting in trouble with authority. He was also a flirter, having girls and boys fall at his feet with just a simple smile and wave of his hair. He was also well skilled with the computer, and that got him in trouble most of the time as he used his skills to hack and change grades for people or fix phones.

He's been to juvie twice. His parents want him to do better but he's doing the best he can. Now he's off to college where he gonna study computer science. Hopefully, his parents hope this will clear up his act.​

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Writing Sample/Schooling​

Year: Second Year
Major: Computer Science
Club(s): TBD

Writing Sample From Walt Disney University:

Kai was excited, no he was fucking ecstatic. This would be the day that the three musketeers would finally be together again. Gene, Ellie, and him. They rule the school back in the day, well more like Gene and him did while Ellie was in the background. It's been hard for him, not having his sister with him. Gene feeling the same way, there had been times where Kai just wanted to go back home and never leave but when he heard that his little sister was coming here to study. He knew he had to stay strong.

Kai walked to the freshies party, well the school run one. He'll be at the after party for sure, dragging Ellie and Gene with him. He really wanted Ellie to meet Piper, his new best friend. He wanted her to like her since her opinion means the world to him. More than she will ever know. Ellie probably didn't know this but she was his entire world. Ever since meeting the shy girl when he was 10, his sole mission has been to protect her. Kai felt like he was abandoning her when he left last year, now was the time to fix that.

He walked into the event, he would rather skip this but since it's mandatory for all freshman to go. He knew that Ellie would be here so he goes past booth after booth, saying hi to people he knew. Not staying to chat, knowing that he only wanted to see one person. He sees everyone staring at a couple...wait a minute that's Gene....and that's ELLIE. He starts to run, faster and faster till he reaches the two people. He stops and breathes heavily but looks up. He has tears in his eyes as he looked at his little sister.

"Ellie...."

Kai took her in his arms, breathing in her scent like she's been gone for 100 years. He smiled into her shoulder pulling her up and as close as he could as he thought, I'm home, I'm finally home, He knew that as soon as he saw her that he wasn't gonna let her out of his sight again. His home has always been with her, his parents understood from the moment they saw Kai with her. They were important but not as important as Ellie was. Ellie was again his whole world.

She was the one who he will never ever stop protecting. His true home.​

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Personality​

Virtue(s): Brave + Independent + Street Smart + Caring + Loyal + Romantic

Vice(s): Flirtatious - Untrusting - Angry - Stubborn - Cocky - Reckless

Like(s): Hacking + Computers + Music + Books + Girls + Boys + Skittles + Electronics

Dislike(s): Authority - Milk Chocolate - His birth parents - Writing - People - Opening up

Quirk(s):

☽ Electronics: Always seen with either a laptop or phone on him. Sometimes even a tablet with those things.

Habit(s):

His hair, always running fingers through it when he's flirting or nervous.​

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Relationships​

not yet

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Spoiler: Danny Rockers

APPEARANCE

Height
5'5''.

Weight
139 lbs.

Hair
Snowy White.

Eyes
Light Blue.

Body Figure
Thin and Athletic.

Clothing Style
x - o - x - o.

Distinguishing Feature(s)
A tattoo on her left arm.​

PERSONALITY

Vice(s)
☃ Stubborn
☃ Overprotective
☃ Insecure
☃ Possessive
☃ Sarcastic

Virtue(s)
☃ Quiet
☃ Smart
☃ Kind
☃ Independent
☃ Loyal
☃ Brave

Like(s)
☃ Being Alone.
☃ Books.
☃ Reading.
☃ Snow.
☃ Cold.
☃ Her little sister.
☃ Snowmen.

Dislike(s)
☃ People.
☃ Talking.
☃ Touching.
☃ Crowds.
☃ Warm.
☃ Summer.
☃ Loudness.

Quirk(s)
☃ Bites her lip when she's thinking.
☃ Rolls her eyes when she is annoyed.

Habit(s)
☃ Tapping when she's nervous.
☃ Smiles when she sees her sister randomly burst into song.

Spoiler: Writing Sample - Walt Disney Uni - Danny

Danny looked around at her book club stand. She knew she had made a good choice making the art kids do the booth. She needed to work on her company and had no time to focus on the stand. She had only been president of the book club for about 3 months now after meeting with the Principal to talk about her classes and such. She looked around and saw people headed towards her booth but she also spotted Megan and Annie. She smiled and turned to one of the kids that were working the booth, Jasmine. "Hey Jas, I'm gonna say hi to my friends and be right back. Hold down the fort for me ok?"

"Sure boss." Jasmine said to her as she spoke to a hopeful new member. Danny started to walk toward the Glee Club booth, looking around at all the different kind of clubs booth there was. Soccer was full of hopeful members. Hell, they might need a second freaking team to accept them all. She made her way towards the Glee Booth and nodded at Megan while she smiled at Annabelle.

"How's the booth going Annie? Getting any new members to join? I know two that are going to be joining they're around here somewhere. Their names are Maya and Markie. They are pretty awesome." Danny looked back at her stand and sighed. They were getting swarmed, she had to go help. "I gotta go help my book club before they are overrun with bookworms. I'll be back later to check on the booth and you." She walked away waving to the girls. As she turned back around, she ended up bumping into a......girl?

Danny looked up to curse at the girl who was touching her which everyone knew not to fucking do but she couldn't speak. Her eyes were the lightest gray that she ever seen. She froze, as she stared at the girl's eyes. Her eyes were beautiful and she didn't want to look away...not ever.

Name
Danny Rockers.

Nickname(s)
Dani.
Icey.
Ice Princess.

Age
19.

Gender
Cis-Female.

Sexual Orientation
Homosexual.

Based Off
Elsa.​

BIOGRAPHY

Danny grew up in a pretty good home with her dad and mom and her cherished little sister. As a kid, she was always followed by Ella. Wherever she was, Ella was too, they were close. Her parents and she would dote on Ella, making her as happy as they could. To Danny, little Ella was her world. She loved her little sister a lot and wanted to protect her from everything. So she didn't mind that the attention was not always on her, she liked it in fact and she knew that her parents loved her as much as Ella. She was happy with her little family.

But in a blink of an eye, everything suddenly changed. Her parents got caught in an accident and left their two children behind. Danny had to become an adult fast and quick, she had to take care of the only family she had left. Ella. So she started to work more and more, trying to give her little sister a better life. She began to push Ella away, not because she hated her or anything but because she didn't want to bother her with her problems. Danny had become depressed from never dealing with the facts that her parents were gone. She blamed herself for her parent's death, as they were coming to get her from School.

Danny started to block out her emotions and ignore everyone including Ella but she always kept a close eye on her, noticing how she would get into trouble. She secretly would be the one to get her out of trouble. Blaire was still her whole world, and now she was her only family. So she did everything she could to make sure that she was safe and loved. She became the ice queen to make sure that no one bothers Ella. She beat up anyone { again secretly } who even dare to come near her sister and hurt her.

Up to now, Danny has been her little sister protector, always watching her and making sure she was ok but she never takes the time to deal with herself. She keeps her emotions hidden and locked away. She was only here to look after Ella and if she didn't need her anymore. Then maybe she shouldn't be here anymore.
Theme Song
Nobody Love - Tori Kelly.​

SCHOOLING

Year
2nd.

Major
Photography.

Club(s)
N/a

Relationship(s)

n/a


Other
She runs her parent's business while at school so sometimes she doesn't have time cause she has meetings and people to meet.
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Spoiler: Rosie Carlo

Name:

Rose Lilo Carlo

Nickname:

Rosie, or Flower

Gender:

Cis-Female

Age:

17

Sexuality:

Pansexual

VC/FC:

Rowan Blanchard

Height:

5'6

Weight:

145 lbs.

Eyes:

Light Hazel

Hair:

Brown with light highlights

Body Figure:

Athletic figure

Clothing Style:

R O S I E

Distinguishing Feature(s):

self harm scars up and down her arm and thighs.

Year:

1st Year

Major:

Law ( Family Court )

Club(s):

n/a

Writing Sample:

Spoiler: Return to the Magic Kingdom

give me two seconds!

Maya heard as Dinah shown herself and raised her two fingers to show her. She sighed, thinking I knew she was gonna be still sleeping when I got here. Maya brought out some food that she had bought on the way here. She looked at her phone checking the time, as she thinks about how the wedding will be. She had never been to an American wedding before. Weddings at home were always different and tourists weren't allowed on their land so outside weddings never took place. She starts to play a game waiting for her oversleeping friend and a way to not think about home. Almost 10 minutes later, and right as she beats the final boss. Dinah jumps into her car.

i'm so sorry! i had work and then i completely forgot and passed out

She just looked at her and frowns "Did you get enough sleep Di?" Maya forgets her anger as soon as she sees her frazzled friend. Always working and never resting, she worries about her alot. She tends to check on her alot and make sure her fridge is full. She then goes into her bag, pulling out a bag of food for Dinah and handing it to her. "I know you haven't eaten so, here. Can't take pictures on an empty belly."

"thank you for picking me up, otherwise i wouldn't have made it at all."

Maya grins and starts driving to the wedding. "Hey, what are best friends for? Even though I lost out on a lot of sleep for this" She shook her head and nods to the bag "If you don't start eating, I will stop this car. You know I will." she says as she drives on. Lord knows, she will. Maya would do anything for Dinah, even waking up in the am's to take her somewhere. She loves her.

Virtue(s):

curious, honest, caring, protective, intellect, independent, and loyal

Vice(s):

troublemaker, stubborn, reckless, sarcastic, impatient, and blunt

Like(s):

ocean, surfing, animals, books, adventures, and pineapples

Dislike(s):

cold, her past, staying still, sleeping, bullies

Quirk(s):

Music, she always needs to have headphones on or she is not herself completely.

Habit(s):

Smoking, she is trying to quit but she's been stressed out.

Biography:

Born in Kaneohe, Hawaii. Rosie was instantly loved and cared for by her older sister, and her parents. They did everything to protect the girl from harm. She was their little princess and did she know it. One puppy dog looks and she would get whatever she wants. She didn't use this to her advantage. She was thankful for everything they did for her. Her older sister was 10 years older than her, but they were as close as thieves even with the age difference. She would follow Cammie ( older sister ) anywhere.

One day, everything changed. On the way home from a date night her parents were in a fatal car crash. Cammie became her only family overnight and her new guardian. Rosie was only 10 years old. Times became tough after that,
with her parents gone. She was colder and tougher to her sister. She was getting in trouble and running away from her sister. Rosie was depressed ever since the night her parents died. She started to harm herself and smoke. This carried on for 4 years. Finally, her sister had to snap and yell at her that she wasn't the only one hurting.

After that, Rosie broke down and finally admitted that she needed some help. She went into the hospital for a while and got better. Not cured but better. She began to study and get better grades. Her relationship with her sister grew to be better. Now 3 years later, she is going into her first year of law school. Having decided she wanted to be a family court lawyer. She's scared of being that far from home but she believes she can make it.

 

[mxlly]

Spoiler: wip

johnathan herrera

'You're gonna rattle the stars, you are!'
FC: Jon Kortajarena

Name: Johnathan Herrera

Nickname/s: Johnny, John

Age: Twenty two

COMPLETE

Spoiler: Lydia LeBeau

lydia lebeau

'There's a great big hunk of world down there, with no fence around it.'
Name: Lydia Adeline LeBeau

Nickname | s: Lydz

Age: Twenty

Date of birth: September 18

Celestial Zodiac: Virgo

Disney character inspiration: Lady ( Lady and the Tramp )

Major: Nursing ( Second year )


History:

Lydia Adeline LeBeau was born to Sabine Allard in the fall of 1997. Lydia's father had excluded himself from the family and her mother was both troubled and naïve. Sabine was as young as seventeen when she birthed Lydia and did not want a child to interfere with her life. Hence, Lydia underwent a kinship adoption. She was adopted by Sabine's elder sister, Daphnee LeBeau and Daphnee's husband, Jean-Baptiste LeBeau. The married couple had struggled to have a child of their own.

Lydia grew up being adored and well-cared for. Daphnee and Jean-Baptiste lived an affluent lifestyle and would over-provide for their daughter. They owned both a city home and a country estate; both located a fair distance away from the Allard family. Lydia would only see her birth mother during an odd birthday or during Christmas, however she had not been overly concerned with her relationship with Sabine.

Although Daphnee and Jean-Baptiste believed they knew what was best for the young girl, they were very protective. Lydia had an early curfew and was heavily encouraged to focus the majority of her time on her work; to ignore the party invitations and resist the flirtatious teasing of her high school classmates. This used to be easy for her.

In the summer of 2015 the LeBeaus organised a large family gathering at their country estate. Sabine had accepted the invitation and had sat down to have the first proper conversation with her biological daughter. Lydia can recall Sabine recounting her high school and college experiences, remembering all the 'raging' parties, all the trouble she'd get into during her adventures sneaking out and kissing boys she wasn't meant to, and then how she'd travelled the world after all that had ended. This lighthearted conversation had left a significant impact on Lydia. It was the first time she had really questioned what she had wanted from her life. The self conflict had only escalated when her parents announced they were having a child less than an hour later.

Lydia had believed herself to be content with her parent's attention shifting from her to the baby - though her mind did begin to wander. They had hired a maid to help around the home, and she would now complete the chores Lydia would typically help with. The girl had suddenly found herself to feel more isolated than she would expect. Her school work would only take up so much time and her few close friends had a larger social circle than she did. Inevitably, Lydia developed a desire to experience something more than she had - to lead perhaps a more exciting life; one full of getting into trouble, sneaking out and kissing people she's not meant to. Though she doubts she has the courage to just let go.


Personality:

Vices: cautious (overly), conflicted, doubting, jealous, perfectionist, reserved, sheltered

Virtues: altruistic, appreciative, courteous, eloquent, graceful, knowledgeable (academically), refined

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Likes: adventure, dogs, family, Italian food, parties, her studies, travel

Dislikes: manipulation, bigotry and discourtesy in general, being ignored/talked over, isolation, self doubt


Relationships:

- Peers -
tba

- Family -
Jean-Baptiste LeBeau ( Adoptive Father)
Daphnee LeBeau | nee Allard (Adoptive Mother, Biological Aunt)
Sabine Allard (Biological Mother)
Abel LeBeau (Brother, son of Jean-Baptiste and Daphnee)


Writing sample:
Mette Strand | The Olympus Prophecies

Mette avoided the Garden. She treated the outside as though it was the Black Death. She was afraid of what was out there. Her fear had kept her inside her house. Being inside aided in sheltering herself from regret, however it could not keep away all the guilt. Mette knew she had to own up to what she had done, but even glancing at the Greenhouse that stood tall in the midst of the Garden made her sick to her stomach. The blonde stood behind the glass door in her kitchen. She was staring through it and at the Greenhouse. She had only been in there thrice since the incident. Every time she was brave enough to venture into the Greenhouse she would run back out feeling more traumatised than the time before. Mette took in a deep breath as she tried to calm her nerves. She was going to be leaving her home for a while. Visiting the Greenhouse one more time would be the proper thing to do. Mette reluctantly slid the glass door open and proceeded towards the daunting building. With each step she considered turning back, however she had made her decision and that was final. As the building grew clearer she could see the large green plants through the dirty glass. No, it was not a giant man-eating plant that struck fear into her heart. It was what the plants hid. The girl cursed under her breath as she tried to push the key into the lock. Her fingers would not stop trembling. "Dammit!" She exclaimed in a harsh whisper as the door jammed. However, it didn't take much for it to finally give way. The door to the Greenhouse swung open. It's metal ridge bumped against the door stopper with a loud clang! that broke the eerie silence. She flinched. Even the slightest noise could scare the girl in her current tense state. Cautiously, she advanced inside. She left the door open in case she had another panic and had to bolt back out. Mette proceeded silently. She pushed away the greenery. She had placed the plants strategically in an effort to hide the things that haunted her. They would also cause great alarm if they were found by anyone else. Mette looked up as she pushed the final plant from her view. "Hey...I'm back." She spoke softly and with a hint of hesitance. Before the girl stood four stone statues. If one was to be logical, you could say that they all held an uncanny resemblance to her father, mother and two sisters. To her misfortune, Mette knew that the answer had nothing to do with logic. She would doubt the truth had she not seen it happen before her. The stone statues were her family and Mette was the reason they were like that. They were frozen, though she didn't understand how or why. Her sisters both stood with their arms folded and eyebrows arched. Her father, who was directly before her, appeared to be yelling with his hands balled into fists. Her mother...her mother was different. Karina Strand had not been ignorant to what was about to happen to her. She had seen her husband and two of her children turned to stone. She had processed it a second before Mette had turned to look at her mother, frightened. The woman now appeared to be permanently terrified. She had feared her daughter in that moment and now Mette was forced to see her mother looking at her in horror. Her face would not change. Mette knew she could not bring herself to stay there for too long. The girl glanced away from her family. Nervously, she reached for her pocket. "Um, so you know that letter I got-" She began, pulling out the invite from Parthena Olympia University, "It, uh, showed me something." The blonde held the folded letter out before her in her shaking grasp. It was as if she were offering to one of them. In her mind she still thought one of them would take it and have a look for themselves. "I..." She trailed off. Mette could not look them in the eye. She fidgeted. She was anxious and she could feel her stomach twisting. Flustered, Mette blew a strand of her curly hair out of her face and shoved the letter back into her pocket. "Whatever. I just thought that perhaps they might know how to help you...but I'm not sure." She shrugged, spiritless. Mette smiled sadly, "Anyway. I'll be back soon. Just...wait." She sighed at her choice of wording. It wasn't as if they were going anywhere.

Mette spun on her heel. She began to wander back in the direction she had come from. Dissimilar to the other three times, she left without haste. She placed the plants back in their positions to hide the statues. Her family was well-known. It was not as if they could hide away in the shadows forever. Mette understood that there was a high risk that people would see her though her lie. They would realise her family was indeed not on holiday. "I am so sorry." She apologised as she locked her petrified family in the Greenhouse. Although they rarely saw eye to eye, Mette cared about them deeply. Now she had put her faith in a letter. A letter. The girl found it difficult to fathom her own choice. She detested the idea on relying on anything or anyone that was not herself. However, Mette was aware that in this case she was very limited for options. She heaved a sigh before walking away from the Greenhouse. In spite of feeling despondent, she was dry-eyed. Mette could feel a lot, but she would only express very little. The ability to mask her emotions was something that Agnar and Karina had taught her from a young age. They did not want to deal with another 'difficult' child. This was one of the many reasons why she had despised them. Regardless, Mette had love in her heart for them. She had to, somewhere, or she would not feel the way she did.

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Mette had never been far from her Norwegian home. Travel was a luxury her parents could afford. However, they never spent their wealth on that. They believed that a holiday would cut out of Mette's 'precious' study time. Their strict regime and lack of interest for what Mette truly enjoyed infuriated her. Mette twisted her lips was she was reminded of their harsh rules. She was looking out of a window with a lifeless gaze. The blonde had not spoken with anyone on board the ship. The occasional staff member would come over but she would wave them off. She was not in a very pleasant mood. Her mind was racing but she was very sitting still. She was filled with what could have been limitless questions. If everyone aboard the ship was alike, they all would have received the letter. The letter that had words that disappeared, pooling together to show them what they desired. Perhaps that was not even it. The letter could have shown anyone anything. Still, it did not make it any less strange. Mette was sure it had not been just some magic trick. She could have worked it out if it had been. However, she had not seen anyone gossiping about it or freaking out. The whole situation was causing Mette great agitation. She needed a release and if she could remember clearly, there was a game room on board this ship somewhere. Mette got up from her seat by the window and began her journey to locate the game room. It was honestly not long until she did find it. As Mette entered the room her eyes scanned over the options. Her gaze landed on a flashing pinball machine in the corner. Adequate. Now, Mette would deny she was assaulting the machine. However, she could show more care when pulling back and releasing the spring for the ball and vigorously pressing the buttons. She should have definitely gone with wack-a-mole.

Spoiler: wip

pierce edwardson

'We're so close to reaching that famous happy end...'

 

[SakuraBlossom28]

Spoiler: -

WIP

Name: Anya Adams

Nickname: Ann

Appearance:

Age: 21

Disney Inspiration: Princess Anna

Major: Sociology

History:

Personality: Anya is happy-go-lucky, usually way more than she should be. She loves to strike up conversations with anybody she sees and a smile is always on her face. She was never really popular in school growing up because she was often too hyper and weird for people to befriend, but she didn't mind it much. She has a decent singing voice and can be very geeky about stuff she loves. She's too trustworthy and has trouble seeing peoples' true motives, in fact half the time she can't even tell if people are being rude to her or not. She thought her major choice would be good so she could interact with people better.

Writing Sample:
It was another mundane day at the manor, or as mundane as a day could be there, considering the help. To most people, even most nobility, it seemed as if their head, Clayton, had nothing planned for the day, but in Clayton's mind, he couldn't possibly be busier. The Underground was seemingly quiet; no reports or anything of the sort from them, and he had no lessons. No, the thing that occupied Clayton's mind was the letter that had been delivered to him, containing a too-familiar seal signed with an all too-familiar hand.

Against his best wishes, he opened it, knowing it could be easily disposed of once he read the contents. It was an invitation to a party, of all things. After he read it, he slowly tore it in half and threw the remains in the dustbin, standing up.

He had a good idea of why Grant wanted his presence, they both had unfinished business, and even if that weren't the case, Grant was never one to pass up an opportunity to get the upper-hand on Clayton. Perhaps even now he was secretly hoping Clayton would decline on the off-chance he could be petty. Unfortunately for Grant, Clayton was not that kind of person.

"I have a party to attend. Get out one of my suits to wear to it. One of the really nice ones, you know the one I mean," He ordered of his butler. He was glad he had several hours to prepare for it, though it didn't matter if he had several hours or several centuries; he would never be fully prepared.

WIP


Name: Nick Peterson

Appearance:

Age: 19

Disney Inspiration: Prince Naveen

Major: Culinary

History:

Personality: Nick is a very much 'do it yourself' kind of guy. He's not rude or cold, however, quite the opposite. He's the life of the party and especially loves music. If someone brushes him off or finds him annoying, then he takes it in good stride, never letting it affect him. He's a huge spender, however, and has no idea how to live if a constant stream of cash isn't always in his pockets. He can also be careless with how much he parties, making his grades fall and shirking his other responsibilities.

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[stellar.nova]

WIP

Spoiler: Cinderella || Asher

WIP - Asher - Female - Cinderella - FC: Marina Laswick

WIP

Spoiler: Hades || Helena

WIP - Helena - Female - Hades - FC: Carrington Durham

WIP

Spoiler: Rafiki || TBA

WIP - Name TBA - Male - Rafiki - FC: Cykeem White

 

[stepherz345]

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Spoiler: COMPLETE

• Natalia
• James

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  Name: Natalia Johnson
  Age: 22
  Appearance: 5'5, 150 lbs. Has a small tattoo of her favorite animal, a lion on her ankle.
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  Major: Entrepreneurship
  Disney Inspiration: Nala from Lion King
  Clubs: Track
  
  History:
  Natalia grew up with four other siblings. She was one of the middle children so she never got too much attention. Which was fine by her since she would routinely sneak off and cause trouble. Being a tomboy Natalia wanted to prove she was just as tough and brave as the rest of them. When she got dared to break into the school she didn't hesitate. Unfortunately for her she got caught, but since she was young she only got a warning.
  
  As she got older she realized no one took her seriously. People still treated her like a little girl who acted like a tomboy. In fact no one paid attention to her or her ideas. The curse of the middle child. That's when she started to change. If she wanted to be taken seriously, she had to look serious. Instead of her casual clothes she wore blouses and dress pants. Makeup and jewelry became her weapons. With her head held high Natalia soon started getting the attention and respect she wanted.
  
  When college was around the corner Natalia knew she wanted to be the boss of her own company. She chose to pursue a degree in entrepreneurship. Natalia did want to settle down one day and have a family. For now though, she wanted to make an empire for herself.
  
  Personality:
  +Confident
  +Loyal
  +Focused
  
  -Blunt
  -Stubborn
  -Impatient
  
  Likes: Honesty, Animals, Making Friends
  Dislikes: Being alone, Lazy people, Liars
  
  Relationships: Feel free to PM me or tag me in the OCC
  
  Writing Sample
  Normally Rosu enjoyed walking to school. The fresh air and gentle breeze always brought a sense of happiness. Today, not so much. Akari asking them to meet before school start made her nervous. Something was probably happening in the Digital World, hopefully Palamon was all right. Although on the bright side she would see everyone again. It forced her to be social and talk. Seeing Izzy wouldn't hurt either.
  
  
  Her long brown hair cascaded down her back, flowing with the wind. Her school uniform was pristine, not a wrinkle in site. White button up shirt, long blue skirt, and a red bowtie. She hated the bowtie, why was it necessary? Still she wore it and didn't complain. As she neared the school she could already see the Digidestined gathered by the gates. She smiled and waved at the group.
  
  
  "Hi everyone." Rosu greeted. Her heart raced when she saw Izzy. "Just breathe." She thought to herself. Even though something was probably wrong, Rosu was happy to be with the group. They were really the only people she considered friends.It baffled her mind how Tai was friends with practically everyone at the school. She waited patiently for everyone to arrive.
  
  
  
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  Name: James Richardson
  Age: 22
  Appearance: 6'1, 180lbs. Has a light tan since he's outside a good portion of time and has no tattoos. Normally seen in gym clothes and is always wearing the watch his parents gave him.
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  Disney Inspiration: Hercules
  Major: Exercise Science
  Clubs: Track
  
  History: James grew up feeling like he didn't belong. He was constantly bullied for a variety of reasons. Too smart, being a show off, a teacher's pet, enjoying school, being a goody too shoes, etc. Although the bullying bothered him he had is loving parents who always supported him and raised him to be a good man. His family lived out in the country and while he enjoyed the beauty of it, he desperately wanted to get out of his tiny town and explore the world.
  
  When James turned eighteen he found something life changing, adoption papers. His mother cried, begging for forgiveness while his father explained that his biological parents were high profile people, many attempts had been made on their lives. Wanting to keep James safe they put him up for adoption. Waiting to reunite with him when he turned eighteen.
  
  James reached out to his biological parents and immediately felt a connection. His father informed him that he would need to get a college degree before being accepted into the family business. Shortly after that James decided to go to college and pursue a degree in something he was passionate about, his health.
  
  Personality:
  +Do-gooder
  +Loyal
  +Brave
  
  
  -Stubborn
  -Naive
  -Sometimes a little too confident
  
  Likes: Animals, Helping others, Sports
  Hates: Smoking, Bullies, Greed
  
  Relationships: Feel free to PM me or tag me in the OCC
  
  Writing Sample
  One vial of darkspawn blood, didn't seem too hard. Dangerous but darkspawn were crawling all over the Wilds. At least that's what he had heard from the soldiers. Ayen felt confident that with his magic and with an experienced Grey Warden, this task would be easy. "Sounds simple enough." Ayen said when Duncan finished explaining.
  
  
  "Aneth ara." Ayen replied with a smile and bowed back. Ayen was pleased to be working with Rinelle. A female Dalish elf was a Grey Warden, quite intriguing. "I will have your back." Ayen assured. "I look forward to the ceremony Duncan." Ayen said as Duncan headed towards the King's camp.
  
  
  Ayen looked back at Rinelle. "Are you ready?" he asked. "If you need to prepare I can wait. Look around the shops. Otherwise I am ready to head into the Wilds." Ayen said. Secretly Ayen was worried. He'd never seen darkspawn before but heard they were dangerous monsters. However he remained calm and collected not wanting to look weak to the senior Wardens.
  
  
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[Cronos]

WIP

Spoiler: Mieczyslaw Caldwell

"Is Stiles even a girl's name?
- Well, it's the name you're gonna beg to stop
punching you if you don't stop pissing me off."​

:BASICS:

Name: Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Caldwell.

Nicknames: Maleficent, Mischief, Stiles.

Gender: Female.

Age: 19

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Moral Alignment: Neutral Evil.

Birthday: October, 31st.

:LOOKS:

Appearance:





FC: Kaya Scodelario.

Distinguishing Features:

• She has many bruises on her arms and back, due to living in an abusive household.
• Hypnotizing sea green eyes.

: PERSONA:

Personality: Stiles is a sneaky, smart, and (sometimes) ruthless girl who is a natural leader. Though she is compassionate to a degree she is also vengeful and unforgiving; she does enjoy coming up with somewhat evil plans and was the most feared at her school because of her reputation. Despite this, she is not necessarily immoral; she is just misguided. Her "mean girl" facade is an act because she does not want to be seen as weak in her mother's eyes; being that is the only way she is respected, since said mother never really cared about her.

Likes:

• Graffiti art;
• Black and green;
• Writing;
• Drawing;
• Strawberries.

Dislikes:

• Being left out;
  
• Strict rules;
• The color pink;
• Fake people;
• Swimming.

Disney Inspiration: Maleficent.

Major: Political Science.

Year: Second.

Biography: Brought up in a toxic household, Mieczyslaw was prone to destruction. With a ruthless mother and an absent father, the girl would only grow up to be damaged.

Relationships: TBA (feel free to discuss them with me in the ooc or privately)

:WRITING SAMPLE:

As his hook was quickly and carelessly removed from the fairy's body, her small frame hit the wooden floor with a loud thud, blood dripping out of the hole left in her stomach and staining the crystal white dress; it almost looked transparent as the dark, shimmery liquid left the wound.
The scene on the deck of the anchored ship was grotesque, to say the least. Wings that once took her to the most adventurous of places were now ripped off and broken in half, her back possessing two long bloody stripes from where they used to be.
A large amount of blood pooled close to her upper body as cold dead eyes stared straight ahead, a panic look poisoning her appearance. The creature had lovely features and that wasn't very hard to notice, sky blue eyes and hair as golden as riches extracted from the mines; skin pale as winter snow; prominent cheekbones that once rosy and full of life now had no trace of color in them; and finally, pointy ears that looked as sharp as knives.
But none of that mattered to the pirate. Looks couldn't save her from the inevitable fate that she and many others had sealed the moment they stepped foot on his ship with their minds set on the goal of delivering him over to a queen or king.

WIP

Spoiler: Esmeralda Gonzalez

"God help the outcasts
or nobody will."​

:BASICS:

Name: Esmeralda Acacia Gonzalez.

Nicknames: Kisa, Esme, Gypsy.

Gender: Female.

Age: 20.

Sexuality: Pansexual.

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good.

Birthday: January, 16th.

:LOOKS:

Appearance:




FC: Eiza Gonzalez.

Distinguishing Features: N/A.

: PERSONA:

Personality: Esmeralda is verbally powerful, street-wise, cunning and morale. She is also very seductive when she needs to be. The girl feels most threatened when her freedom is in danger, and is quite good at holding a grudge if you get on her bad side. She has a very straightforward way of putting things, and will not hesitate to make a move when she feels like things aren't right.

Likes:

• Dancing;
• Helping others;
• Justice;
• Palm reading;
• Her dog.

Dislikes:

• Injustice;
  
• Prejudice;
• Extremists;
• Feeling impotent.

Disney Inspiration: Esmeralda (The hunchback of notre dame).

Major: Criminal Justice.

Year: Second.

Biography:

Relationships: TBA (feel free to discuss them with me in the ooc or privately)

:WRITING SAMPLE:

 

[Vampiress]

(this still open if so can I reserve Jasmine, Moana, Kiara (Lion King 2) and Ursula please? reserving China Anne McClain, Sabrina Carpenter, Zendaya, and Sofia Carson as well please and thank you?)

 

[Yellow Swan]

Is this still going, because I would love to join?!

MyUsualTriumph
Wishfully