Realistic or Modern Good Old Days [CS]

apolla · Apr 30, 2018

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**REALISTIC pictures only please!**

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Age: [21-26]
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Likes: [3+]
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Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

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WRITING SAMPLE: **Please put in a spoiler tab underneath CS**

DrBezendrine · Apr 30, 2018

Name: Victor "Vic" Walsworth
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Eye Color: Blue-Gray
Hair Color: Brown
Height/Weight: 5'11/172 lbs
Body Type: Mesomorph
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: Tattoo 1 Tattoo 2
Likes: Reading, Hunting, Road Trip, Guitar, Piano, Friends
Dislikes: Asshats, Drinking, Drugs
Relationships: N/A
Personality:
-Vic is a man loyal to his friends and family. He will always be one for them, selflessness and always doing what he thinks is right for them. Otherwise he is a very impulsive and quick tempered person, often turning to the first outcome he can think of that leaves anyone unharmed. He isn't a very violent person, however he isn't scared to go that route if it is needed. Guess you can say a regular Jarhead but with with smarts following him. This marine knows his place and will be the regular protective body. He loves hanging out with friends, drinking, sharing stories, and laughing. Vic is honestly a very friendly person and holds himself to that, the rest of his persona is on the down low until he needs it. He has a good head on his shoulder, but it's easy to make him mad if you pluck the right strings.

Bio:
-Victor was born to a mother and father as a twin. His sister's name was Sara and the two grew up acting complete opposites. Sara was a studious, geek-like, top of the class person while Victor could care less about school, normally getting high grades without much effort. This led to Sara having some negative feelings for her brother, thinking that it was unfair that she actually worked for her A's. For awhile, this was how it was. Vic being the class clown while Sara started to ignore him, actually doing some work for herself. A few years later, they both learned to drive. Victor joked to Sara most every time they went out as a family that he scored better. rubbing it in her face as revenge for the past years. That was how Vic was; She learned Piano, he learned guitar. She learned how to cook, he learned to hunt. The would always go hand in hand, yet despise each other at the same time.

During the later half of his senior year, Sara had skipped a day of school, which Vic found extremely weird. They've both had perfect attendance, so why now? After the day, Vic went home and saw the police, parked on the curb. His mother and father both crying, yet no Sara to be found. Vic knew. He knew exactly what happened. He just, didn't really understand how to take it. He walked by and into the house, staring forward and leaving the words outside. How was he truly supposed to react? "Oh yeah, my twin sister died in a car crash to a drunk driver. At 6 am. Yeah, I know. What a weird thing."

Vic decided not to talk about it, not a single soul figured this out from his mouth. He never mourned over it, never really had time and each time he was asked about it, he just brushed it to the side. Saying he didn't want to talk about it. Graduation passed, he joined the marines without much discussion from his parents. They... dissaprroved but what were they going to say? For Vic, it's what he wanted to do to somehow make it right. He wanted to work for something in his life. So, he did. For four years overseas. He worked as a mechanical engineer when not on the front line as a combat engineer. For the first 2 years, Victor was a Corporal after proving he has experience. It's not that he actually had experience. He simply picked everything up after the first time with ease. After the last two years, he was promoted to Sergeant after 4.2 years. He stayed for one more year, making his total service time 5 years, then... He went home.

WRITING SAMPLE: Oh you already know

"Ouch..."

Marquis popped his head back up, holding the pages with both hands. For a moment, he paused, before shaking his head slightly as she now apologized. . . In English. Marquis simply, but timidly, handed his share of the rebellious pages and offering Noelle a coy but friendly smile. It was small, but at least it's universal. But something about her facial expression left him in a state of curiosity. Perhaps it was her own curiosity mimicking something he wasn't used to in a foreign place. That somewhat made him snap out of his panic.

His hazel brown eyes now followed her arm down to her extended hand. "Uhm. . ." Marquis hesitated for a second before taking her hand and looking back up. "O-Oh. . . Haha, M-My name is, uh, Marquis. It is a, eh, p-pleasure? Oui, pleasure, Noelle." The look in his eyes showed a bit of comfort as his nervous tick was very bright in his speech. "Euh, camp. . .ing. . ?" Marquis looked to her, curiosity filling his eyes and red filled his cheeks. "T-That is v-v-very forwards, r-r-right? Uhm. . . J-J'aimerais beaucoup. . . Êtes-vous sûr de cel--"

Marquis began to form his next sentence, however someone else approached in a very clumsy way, much like himself, yet this one seemed to know the girl as he called out her name. Marquis stood fairly formally to the side, but just like that, 'Rayne,' as Noelle referred to him, ran off to help her. Then, another person walked up with more pages and another voice called out to Noelle. Marquis just let the scene unfold, as he didn't want to be rude to people he hasn't met yet.

"... C'est plus facile avec des amis."

From the lack of attention he was giving to his surroundings, one of the women who approached Noelle spoke to him in French. It was really the only thing he caught. At first, Marquis was confused as who exactly said this, but spinning towards his side, he saw the woman who spoke.

"O-Oh!" Marquis' eyes lit up. "E-Est-ce que vous parlez français, madame? Vous êtes ici indigènes? Je suis désolé pour les inondations à vos questions, madame, euh. . . Jamais l'esprit, bonne journée!" His cheeks flushed bright red as he possibly overwhelmed the woman. "I-I am s-sorry, madame, truly."

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apolla · Apr 30, 2018

: Name: Olivia Queen

Nickname: Liv, Livvy

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual
: Eye Color: Hazel

Hair Color: Brown

Height/Weight: 5'2 / 125lbs

Body Type: Slim

Tattoos: yes duh

Piercings: these
: Likes: singing; taking care of people; colorful pens

Dislikes: hot tea; judgmental people; snakes

Personality:
Olivia has always been that friend you can go to for anything. She never judges, just listens, and usually offers some advice. Whether you listen or not, that's up to you. She was like the mom friend all throughout school, before everyone went their separate ways. And even after, she was always just a phone call away. She was also usually good for snacks. She applies herself in everything she does, wanting to give it her all. She was a tad bit on the quiet side, at least around people she didn't know. Even with her friends, she was quiet unless she had something to say.

Now that a few years have gone by, she hasn't changed much. The main difference now is that she's not as quiet and reserved. She's more outspoken, but she's still that mom friend with snacks that everyone remembers and loves so much. It might be a shock to some, considering she didn't let it be known how much she loved singing and by extension, performing. She was usually too busy taking care of others to focus on herself that much.
: Bio:
TRIGGER WARNING - SUICIDE
Olivia was the second born in a middle class family, her brother Luke being older than her by a few years. He was always the loud and outspoken one, leaving her to be quiet and reserved. He picked on her relentlessly, but protected her at the same time-- no one else was allowed to pick on her. He was always getting into trouble, and somehow, Olivia was always the one to save him and be there for him when he would come home with black eyes and cuts from fights, or getting into arguments with teachers or his peers in general.

Their parents split when they were kids, leaving their mom behind to raise them. She grew depressed and started drinking, which left Luke and Liv to take care of each other. And they did, for years. Luke always made sure she did her chores and homework, and Liv became the mom of the house. But tragedy struck when Liv was fifteen; she came home to find her brother had killed himself. She'd known he was struggling; he had been getting into more and more trouble.

His death really affected her. She became even more quiet and reserved. She had friends, still, and threw herself into taking care of them. That's how she survived. She wrote lyrics and poems on the down low, and those same lyrics have become her songs now. It was only after everyone went their separate ways that she started focusing on herself again completely, and became the singer/songwriter she is now. She doesn't talk to her parents, and she's the one who orchestrated this trip with her old friends.

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Sea Jay · Apr 30, 2018

Male wip (I'll probs have it up before night's end eheh)

unscripted · May 1, 2018

// B a s i c s //: Name: Ethan J. Davies
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

// A p p e a r a n c e //: Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Blonde
Height/Weight: 6'2" 190lbs
Body Type: Athletic
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: None

// P e r s o n a //: Likes: Laughing, sports, and good food
Dislikes: Small spaces, rude people, and boredom
Personality: Ethan is the definition of charming, but it comes from a genuine place. His aunt instilled in him to also be kind and respectful. He always knows the right thing to say to people, no matter the person or the situation. Those traits make him a friendly person, he loves meeting new people and easily makes friends. Once he considers someone a friend, he is loyal to them to the end. He is generally an optimistic and positive guy. He tries to always keep that persona even if he is not in the greatest mood or is having a bad day.

Ethan is also a very competitive guy, that’s one of the things made him a great basketball player, but outside of the sport it his level of competitiveness can sometimes be too much. He can also be a bit judgmental, and he is good at hiding it from people with his charm. He is also a secretive guy, not really sharing much about himself with people. He will share with people he trusts, but he doesn’t trust easy. During high school he was close to his friends and trusted them, but after so many years out of contact he is unsure how close they will be now.

// B i o g r a p h y//: Bio: Ethan never knew his parents. He was the product of a summer fling when his mother, Cora was 19. His mother decided not to tell his father about the pregnancy and wanted to raise the child alone. Upon learning she was pregnant, Cora left the college she was attending and moved in with her older sister Celeste, who welcomed the new mother and her nephew with open arms. Unfortunately, tragedy struck only 4 months after Ethan was born. Cora was driving home from the grocery store one day when she was in a terrible accident that took her life. From then on Ethan was left in the care of his aunt.
Throughout his childhood Ethan was close to his aunt. She was always caring and supportive of the boy, putting him first and even making sacrifices in her own life and career to make sure he was happy and taken care of. She always encouraged Ethan to explore the things he was interested in, and around the age of twelve that exploration allowed him to find something he loved, basketball. He played many sports throughout his childhood, but basketball ended up being what he not only was good at, but also what interested him the most. And his love for the game followed him all the way through high school. In high school, he started to take the game very serious, seeing it as a way for him to go to college without his aunt having to pay. His time in high school consisted mostly of basketball and spending time with his friends. He was not a good student and he did the bare minimum to make sure he passed his classes, only so he could stay on the basketball team. His hard work in the sport payed off when during his senior year he had scholarship offers from multiple schools.

After graduation, Ethan was all set to take off for school, planning to enroll early for the summer. Unfortunately, something came up derailing his plan, his aunt got diagnosed with breast cancer. Originally, Celeste had planned not to tell Ethan until he was away at school, because she didn’t want it to affect him leaving. But because they were so close, Ethan knew something was off with his aunt and he begged her to tell him what was going on. As soon as he found out she was sick he decided, much against her liking, to pass up going to school and stay home to help her through the treatment process.
It took almost two years for Celeste to be healthy again. Once she was healthy she urged Ethan to focus on himself and to make a new plan for his future. The problem was he had no idea what he wanted to do with his life. A few months later, Ethan was invited to visit a former teammate of his who lived in California. He jumped at the opportunity to go catch up with his friend and spend some time on the beach. During his visit, while having lunch with his friend in LA, Ethan was approached by a modeling agent. And while he was initially not interested, he went to a photo shoot set up by the agent. He returned home after the trip thinking nothing of the shoot and returned to his normal life. But a couple days after returning home he got a call from the agent who wanted to book him in more gigs. That is when he decided to move to California and work in the industry.
Over the past few years, his modeling career has taken off. It has allowed him a nice lifestyle and the ability for him to send money home to his aunt. But he is starting to grow tired of the industry and many of the people in it, so he has been considering leaving it. When his old friends invited him to join the group in coming together and catching up again, he saw it as a nice break from his life at the moment.

Worry began to creep over Casey as soon as she was in her car preparing for the long drive home after the nights job. And the closer to home she got the further it overcame her, pulling her down as if to try and stop her from doing what she felt she must. Heart racing, muscles tight and vision blurry, she almost gave in and let her plan leave her as she entered the city again.

The drive back to Chicago hadn’t lasted nearly as long as she hoped it would, but she was glad that she would no longer have any time to reconsider her decision. The more she drove the more she feared that her resolve would fade away, that she would give into her feelings. Her feelings. That had been what landed her in this spot in the first place.

As she pulled into the parking garage, it seemed foreign to her. The walk to the elevator felt the same, like she had been there before, but not really. Like it had been in a dream or even another life. But as soon as she was in the elevator headed up to her apartment all familiarity returned. She thought of the many times she had taken that ride during the same late hours of the night, usually feeling a rush of adrenaline and satisfaction of a job well done. She allowed herself to revel in the memories for the just over a minute it took for the elevator to rise to her floor and the doors to open.

Once out in the hall she let the memories diminish and she tried to focus on the task at hand. She struggled to find her keys in the bag she carried, but as soon as she found them she put them in the door. But before she could turn the key she heard the door unlock and start to open. As the keys left her hand still in the door, she looked up and her jaw dropped.

im jess saying · May 8, 2018

Name: Riley Anne Clarke
Age: 24
Gender: cisgender female
Sexuality: heterosexual

Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: brunette
Height/Weight: 5'4" 130 lbs.
Body Type: short/slim/slender
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: tat #1 tat #2 tat #3 tat #4

Likes:
butterflies.
traveling.
food.
partying.
drinking.
getting into trouble.
her mom.
her job.
her memories from home.
making people laugh.
coffee.
coffee.
coffee.

Dislikes:
her father.
broccoli.
turbulent airplane rides.
her anxiety.
her commitment issues.
closed minded people.

Relationships: n/a (would love a past romance hit me up if interested)

Personality:
Riley is a wild and free spirit. She goes wherever she wants whenever she pleases. She has no roots and she never stays in one place for too long. She is a fun and exciting young lady. She always has stories to tell about her travels. She has a great sense of humor and she loves to make others laugh. She is great with pen and paper. She could sit down and write the great American novel if she put her mind to it, but prefers to stick with website articles. Riley has commitment issues that have yet to be resolved. She's never been in a serious committed relationship because she has an underlying fear of being loving and losing. She also has anxiety which is linked directly to her father's abandonment. She's working on it.

Bio:
Riley Anne Clarke was born to a loving, nurturing, and caring young woman. This woman would soon become Riley's best friend. For as long as Riley could remember, it was just her and her mother and Riley liked it that way. After giving birth, her mother fell deeply and madly in love with Riley. She swore to protect her child with everything in her power. They called themselves the "no boys allowed" club. Riley's got everything she needed from her mother but she couldn't help but wonder about her father. Riley's father left the picture before she was even born. Her mother told her that he wasn't ready for a child, so he left. "Men can do that," her mother would say. Riley's mother never married.

Growing up, Riley was a book worm and an avid story teller. She would often get lost in the pages of her storybooks. She loved time traveling with Jack and Annie smith, uncovering Count Olaf's mischievous schemes, and confronting problems head-on with The Baby-Sitters Club. She would often put on plays with her friends and have them play well thought out characters in an elaborate story. In high school Riley was the editor of the school's daily newsletter and the senior yearbook. She excelled in English classes and would spend every spare moment she had creative writing in her school notebooks. High school was filled with reckless nights with her best friends that she'll never forget.

After graduation, Riley went off to college and majored in journalism. She spent four years eating nothing but ramen and partying hard and eventually they gave her a degree. She struggled to find a job for about a year after she graduated. She worked at a Starbucks full time and would freelance on the side until a popular travel website offered her a dream position. The opportunity to get paid to travel and write about her experience. Since then, she's traveled the world learning and experiencing everything. Her blog has made her semi-famous on the internet and she's loving every second of her life.

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WRITING SAMPLE:

Kit Elison

Kit had gotten the news in the middle of one of her mother's charity events she was forced to go to. Dead. He was dead. The word sounded to cliche on her tongue. It's everything they warned us about in Mrs. Anderson's 8th grade health class. Something you saw on a teen sitcom. Dead because of drugs. Dead of an overdose. Dead.

She hasn't been able to stop crying since she got the news. She didn't even know Grayson was using to this extent. I mean, they all used but they were always so careful. They weren't stupid when it came to drugs, Grayson especially. How had he gotten this bad? How had she not seen it? How had nobody seen it?

Grayson was her best friend. Grayson was everyone's best friend. They grew up together. He protected her. He was always there for her. He knew how to have fun and let loose. He knew how to include everyone so that no one felt left out. Life was fun and free and real. He always had an adventure in mind which made being his friend so invigorating. He was the life of the party. Now that he was gone, it felt like the party was over.

Kit sat in a towel fresh out of the shower starring at her neatly pressed black dress the maid had laid out on her bed. Tears started to roll. She's never dealt with dead before. Not like this, anyways. People were always dying in her family but her family was so big she never got the chance to know any of these dead relatives.
She touched the fabric of her black dress remembering the last time the wore it. It was to a graduation party Grayson held for all their friends. He'd said she looked like a "poor little rich girl" in the black dress. He was always making fun of her lifestyle. Sometimes it got on Kit's nerves but now she would do anything to be called "daddy's girl" by Grayson one last time. She smiled at the dress, remembering what it was like to joke around with Grayson. To get on each other's nerves and have a screaming match in front of everyone (which happened at least once a month.) To play and banter with each other. She would never have any of this again. Grayson was dead.

Kit looked at her watch and noticed that she was running out of time and needed to bite the bullet and get ready for the service. Today, Kit would have to watch her best friend--her brother be buried 10 feet down in the ground never to return.

. . .

Kit's driver dropped her off right in front of the church. She was late, as per usual. It was in Kit's nature to be late. This time it wasn't so much the time getting away from her but the anxiety surrounding the events to come. She sat in the car slowly putting her black gloves on to procrastinate the inevitable. She thought it would be funny to dress as white Anglo-Saxon protestant as she possibly could for his funeral. She knows that Grayson loved to tease her about it and he was probably laughing at her outfit right at this moment telling her she's "too white for her own good." This put a smile on her face as she was getting dressed.

"Miss Elison, do you want me to park and go with you?" Her driver offered. They were good friends. Or at least, as good of a friend a driver could be with his employer. Kit blotted her tears with a tissue, looked at the church, and finally opening the door to get out. "No thank you, Timothy. I can do this." She said with a sweet smile. He nodded his head and she stepped out. The parking lot was devoid of life. Everyone who was supposed to be at the service was already inside. She took a deep breath and walked toward the church her heels clicking on the ground as she walked.

When she got inside she was happy to see the service hadn't started yet. She could hear quiet whimpers and hushed voices as she walked into the church. Everyone was in their seat so she quickly hurried down the aisle to find her friends, trying to keep it together as much as she could. Once she spotted her friends she walked right up to where they were sitting quickly and quietly. When she saw their faces, she started crying. She couldn't help it. She saw Grayson in every single one of them. Grayson was the reason they were friends, after all. She looked at each of them in the eyes and sat down quietly trying to keep it together.

Twin Fantasy · May 9, 2018

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Quote//

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Naturally black, dyed lavender

Height/Weight: 5'4, 133 lbs

Body Type: Ectomorph

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: Gauge piercings, nose ring, small butterfly tat on left hip, pierced navel

2/2/18

Likes:

+ Saltwater taffy

+ Defunct amusement park rides

+ Studying animals

+ Special effects make-up

+ Sanrio properties

+ Alternative pop music

+ Martinis

Dislikes:

- Cigarettes

- Horseback riding

- Their adoptive family

- When folks put TOO much glitter on things

- Wooden roller coasters

- Cher (she's not that good, people!)

Relationships: N/A

Personality: Marlui is a loud, proud and beautiful weirdo who isn't afraid to speak their mind, even when it might be controversial. They've got opinions, oh lord, they're almost nothing but opinions it'd seem. They've got opinions about everything. What's the best kind of cheese? Burrata, dumbass. What's the best hard candy? Saltwater taffy, dipshit. It's almost as if they were born with a quip for every spoken statement. It might come as a shock, to their friends, as when they first met, Marlui was a shrinking violet with a softspoken personality. Somehow, Marlui had transformed from a wallflower to a morning glory. Only God knows what must have happened between high school and now. Okay, well, Marlui knows, but it's between Marlui and God.

Bio: Marlui was born in the shitter. Figuratively, of course, not literally. Their birth mother had a baby Marlui thrust upon her one fine day, and due to rampant alcoholism, was not a good mother. Marlui was put up for adoption at age 5, but oddly, held no ill will towards their biological mom. They were taken in by a family of fundamentalist Christians. The parents were nice, at least until Marlui came out at age 17, but their siblings always saw them as lesser and treated them as such. The parents made little attempt to hold them off, seeing it only as "childish roughhousing". Marlui was never sure why, but the reasoning was most likely either their race or their lack of blood relation.

They entered school as a shy anxious wreck, with a set of strange passions, like reading about theme parks, and painting strange monsters. They were small and soft all through life, often being found in the men's bathroom crying in stalls. Their friend group didn't come together until high school, and they were generally left on their lonesome until then, with a few small, awkward blips of interaction sprinkled in. At 18, they finally came out as trans to their parents, and were promptly tossed out the door. They cut off all contact with family and friends after that, and were only heard from in 2017, when they suddenly rose from the ether with scraped knees and an attitude.

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2/3/18

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Sawyer had been pondering the potential contents of his memoir, jotting down things in his shoddy handwriting. Having stiff fingers never does anyone any good. And, as Sawyer was made of solid porcelain, his fingers were as stiff as they came. The weather looked nice today. Sawyer's poor luck caused lots of rain on the weekends, the few days where he could actually go anywhere. Biscuit was gently gnawing on the glass rim of his bowl. Sawyer felt, quite honestly, that Biscuit would make a much more interesting exhibit. (And a much less whiny one, to boot.) But nobody wanted to see a really ugly fish. A walking, talking doll was much more fun and interesting, maybe. Did they not have those outside of Loudwater? There were dead people all over the place -- some of them may as well have found residence in a new home. Even if, perhaps, that home is made of shattered China or sewn awkwardly together.

It was then that he was roused from his deep thoughts by a visitor. This guy came here way too often, too. Frankly, Sawyer felt that anybody visiting him consistently who never sat down to wonder if he actually liked it here should re-evaluate their lives. But he never said that, then they'd lose business, and business was the only thing on "Father"s mind, after all. The only thing. He rose from his bed, still wearing his custom-sewn nightgown and having not brushed his hair. Did anyone really care that much? His flat, green eyes displayed no emotion, as did his shiny, unblemished face.

"Good morning, welcome to the Loudwater Museum of Anomalies. What brings you here on this fine day to visit this wonderful establishment."

Jackson's voice lacked emotion. So did Sawyer's. So hey, it all worked out.

amva · May 9, 2018

good
old
days

basics

/...Audrey Appleby

/...Twenty-three

/...female

/...Bisexual

Appearance //

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Ginger

Height: 5’4” (164 cm)

Weight: 115 lbs (52 kg)

Body Type: Ectomorph

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: Both earlobes pierced, belly-button piercing and a watercolor fox tattoo on her back.

Persona //

Personality: In spite of her looks, Audrey is not one to use her beauty to charm people. In all honesty, she won’t say she’s upset of being so beautiful but it has attracted lots of fake and unwanted attention throughout her life, so she usually isolates herself from people, not because she likes being alone, but because she doesn’t trust people to like her for who she is. It might take a bit to get through her defenses, but when one does it’s worth it, as she is a very loyal and caring friend. With the people she’s close with she is very bubbly and talkative, loving to make them laugh.

Likes: Sports / Fashion / Spanish culture / The sea / Small animals

Dislikes: Bugs / Sweets / Elitism / Plants / Tea

Biography //
Audrey’s childhood was turbulent to say the least. She spend what should have been the happiest moments of her life listening to her parents yell at each other. Until finally, when she was nine, they divorced. Her mother gained custody of her, but barely made enough money to keep them both in shape, not with the miserable pay his father gave her. After the divorce, Audrey’s father very rarely kept contact with her, something with confused her and depressed her in her teenager years. In spite of it all, Audrey tried her best to keep a semblance of normalcy. She become a cheerleader in her high school, kept the grades just good enough to pass the years but tried to keep away from people as much as she could.

After graduating high school, Audrey took a gap year to figure out what she wanted to do. Her father offered to pay her the entire gap year on an apartment in Spain so she could at least learn something while thinking and not be lazy. Hesitantly, Audrey accepted. As expected, seven months into the gap year his father stopped paying her expenses, and she had to scrape for money to be able to come back home. But a good thing came out of that experience, Audrey learnt she liked hispanic culture and decided to take her degree on that. Now that she is finished, she works as a freelance interpreter and translator.

Relationships//
TBA.

vesuvius.

This was the kind of missions Fiora liked. She loved the night, the peace, the quiet, the chilly air, the sneaking around, the destroying someone’s reputation. She didn’t know why Annis had to ruin it with her pessimism.

“I am surely liking your enthusiasm, Ann” was all she said, in a tone full of humor. She was in a good mood, watching her ponyta boil the pond. She would pet her for her good job, after all, this ponyta was the only pokemon she had captured by herself and she cared for her way more than for the others. But the fact was that the ponyta didn’t feel the same way, and if she tried to pet her she would get burn.

She was dressed similarly to Annis. Except for her silver hair which pulled up in a bum but not hidden. She hated wearing hats. It went against her principles.

After a long while of just standing there, Fiora looked at Annis with a smile as she pointed at a few dead fish floating in the pond. Annis was probably the only person who had seen her smile ever, but it felt natural with her. She considered her more of a friend than a teammate after all.

Giving a sigh, she crossed her arms over her bosom and said distastefully “Think we should be heading for the sewers yet?”

athereal · May 9, 2018

Name: Blake Elliott
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: homosexual

Eye Color: Aquamarine
Hair Color: Red-Brown
Height/Weight: 6"/180 Lbs.
Body Type: Muscular
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: All of the above.

Likes: [3+]
Dislikes: [3+]

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Personality: Beneath the photos and the blank stares, Blake has more to offer. He loves animals and has a veterinary science degree. He's pretty conscious about his own health and has managed to keep a modeling contract, even though he has the lowest self esteem possible given the circumstances. He has a lovely singing voice but is crippled by a fear that was instilled in him by everyone. And that theme is a major staple in his personality. He suffers the most inwardly, taking things that everyone else says and amplifies them to massive proportions. It's the only form of comfort he knows the fact that he's a whiz with most sciences doesn't even really register to him--but he'll hang on to that thing Sally Mayfield told him about having long hair for the rest of his life. But, now that he is looking back at everything, Blake is finding that he's severely restricted himself. He's alive, but is he really living?

Bio: (summarized, bullied kid grows into his looks and makes a killing being one of the wanted, but feels like he's missing out on something bigger)
Blake was the type of guy who never asked for more than what he needed. Despite that fact, and the fact that his circle of friends was small, everyone knew exactly who he was. He was the kid who smiled too much, even after people did things like slapping ketchup soaked tampons onto his locker. Or nearly hitting him with with their Dad's GTO, just for laughs. Kids were mean, but he powered through. Part of that was due to his friendship with Luke Queen.

Luke and his sister were like beams of sunlight in Blake's social and home life. Things weren't too great after-school either. His father developed a habit of throwing the bottles of whiskey he'd finish after work at his son's head. And his mother was too laced up on barbiturates to stop her husband's target practice. Neither parent wanted to deal with the fact that their son was just a little different. Blake's world was almost completely alone. But Luke always knew when and how to make everything better. After all, they'd grown up across the street from one another. When he could, the senior would invite Blake to tag along with him and his sister. Sometimes, the guy felt like the older brother Blake always wanted

Luke's death was incredibly hard on Blake. All people saw was that he was becoming more troubled by the day. No one saw things for what they really were: a brother, a friend, a person slipping away slowly as their parents drowned out their children's sorrows along with their own. Blake stayed a few years after the suicide, for Liv's sake, but couldn't take being so close to people who allowed their own kid to be miserable for no reason but their own. The day Blake left was the first time his parents actually saw how fiercely beautiful their son really could be. And soon, the world saw this beauty as well. He went ahead and forged a name for himself, becoming not just an empty face but a brand. But, after all these years, he still feels like something is missing within himself. Coincidentally, Liv invited him to travel with her and some of the people they knew from school. Maybe this will be the opportunity to finally spread his wings--and let go of things he can't change.
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"The Neighborhood and Other Atrocities"

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

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

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

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

Reticent · May 9, 2018

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name:

Kiana E. Lewis

age:

25

gender:

Female

sexuality:

Heterosexual

occupation:

Cosmetologist

Kiana has black hair and brown eyes. Her body type is ectomorph, as she is long and lean. She stands at a height of 5'6" (170 cm) and weighs in around 115 pounds (52 kg). She has her nose pierced as well as traditional ear piercings. She has several tattoos including a dream catcher on her upper arm (r), her sister's name just below her collar bone (r), musical notes on her inner arm (r), and several other tattoos to create a half sleeve on her right arm that can be viewed here.

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likes

• smoking pot

• horror movies

• cherry kool-aid

• summer nights

• music (hip hop/r&b)

• cosmetology

• shoes

• big cities

• alcohol

dislikes

• white chocolate

• bad attitudes / bad vibes

• drama

• soda

• cats

• snow

• loud chewing

• avocados

• doctors

quirks

• plays with hair when nervous

• barely sleeps

• almost always listening to music

• always high

• loves taking selfies

etc

• favorite color is red

• loves rae sremmurd

• hates when her foods touch

• dips french fries in ranch

• sucks at public speaking

• superstitious

personality

Kiana is the type of girl who usually only speaks when spoken to. She hates small talk and, if someone does decide to talk to her, she'd prefer they talk about things like their hopes, dreams, beliefs, and insecurities. She loves hearing peoples secrets and is very good at keeping them. She loves music and always carries a pair of headphones around with her. She has over 2,000 songs in her library and can sing the lyrics to every one. The only other thing she loves more than music is weed. She always carries that (and two lighters) around with her as well.

Despite her aloof nature, she reveals herself to be funny, likable and even friendly if one is patient enough to wait it out. She is not quick to warm up to people and has serious trust issues. Once her trust is earned, she is an extremely loyal and honest friend. She will defend someone's name in their absence and will never speak negatively about one of her friends.

Kiana is notorious for holding grudges. Once you break her trust, it is nearly impossible to gain it back. She is a strong believer of retaliation. Her passion is for cosmetology, specifically hair. She styles her own hair differently every day and loves perfecting her technique on others. She also thinks mannequins are kind of creepy. Despite the fact that she rarely wears a lot of makeup, she is skilled at applying it.

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history

Kiana is the fifth and youngest child of the family. She was born to a heroin addicted mother and a drug dealing father who wasn't around very often. Her mother's addiction was crippling and left her unable to care for her own children. This forced her oldest brother, Devon, to raise Kiana alongside the help of her other three siblings.

Her childhood was turbulent. Despite government assistance, her family still struggled to pay rent and utilities. Her mother was spending every penny in a matter of days. As she grew older, she realized she needed to find a way to contribute to the family.

Around her twelth birthday, she smoked her first joint, courtesy of her eldest sister Aisha. She realized this was her escape from her dreary and hostile home life and it quickly became a habit. She also loved a good drink, specifically vodka, and attended parties with her older siblings as early as thirteen years old. It wasn't long before her mother's addiction spiraled out of control. In the summer before her freshman year, her mother died from an overdose. Despite their hardships, it left a gaping hole Kiana's life. Her attendance became spotty and her grades began to fall. The only thing that could bring her out of her depression was her developing friendships.

Slowly, with the help of her friends, Kiana finally returned to a relatively normal life. With some tips from her brother, she was successfully supplying the majority of potheads at school. Having been forced to move in with her father, she believed he was the biggest reason she began doing so in the first place. Right before she was to finish up her senior year, her brother was arrested for possession of narcotics with the intent to distribute. He was sentenced to a mandatory of five years. This threw her off track and essentially caused another academic decline, this one nearly resulting in her failing to graduate. At the last minute, she picked up her grades to slightly above passing.

She went on to attend cosmetology school and successfully became a licensed cosmetologist, landing a solid job soon after. Between that and the income she has from selling bud, she lives a pretty comfortable lifestyle - for now.

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