Realistic or Modern L.A. Devotees

[a z u l a]

Character Sheet

Name:
Nickname: (if any)
Age: [18-25]
Gender:
Sexuality:
Talent (Model, Actor, Singer, etc):

Appearance: (REALISTIC pictures only please!)
Eye Color:
Hair Color:
Height/Weight:
Body Type:
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.

Personality: [3 positive; 3 negative]
Bio: [1-2 paragraphs]
Likes: [3+]
Dislikes: [3+]
Other:
Theme Song: (optional)

Writing Sample: Must have proper grammar and be at least 3 paragraphs
What is your typical post length?:
How active are you?:
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[a z u l a]

"Thanks to you, I'm not myself
I'm all strung out, that much is clear"

Name:
Natasha Rosalie Monroe
Nickname:
Nat
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Talent:
Rock and Roll Singer/Musician
Appearance:

Eye Color:
Green
Hair Color:
Dark brown/Black
Height:
5'3
Weight:
124 lbs
Body Type:
Petite but athletic.
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc:

She has a tattoo of some of the lyrics to the first song she ever wrote on her left bicep
She has a nose ring

Spoiler: Butterfly Tattoo

Spoiler: Moon Tattoo

Spoiler: Quote tattoo

Personality:
- Friendly (more towards females)
- Chill until she's not
- Kind (but doesn't always show it right away)
- Hard-working
- Driven
- Fiesty
- Insecure
- Stubborn
- Trust issues
- Quick to anger

Bio:
Natasha was born in New York City to a single mother working long nights to feed them both and a famous father she only knew of thanks to child support checks. She grew up lower middle class, but with everything she needed and a loving but distant mother. Due to their economic situation her mother encouraged her to pursue a reasonable career, like business or a S.T.E.M. field, but Natasha had a passion for the arts and wouldn't be persuaded otherwise. After saving up enough money, she bought her first guitar at sixteen and taught herself to play without money for lessons.

At seventeen, Natasha frequented a local bar with open mic night, and was eventually approached by a band looking for a new lead singer after there's had left. The young girl jumped at the opportunity, finally able to do what she loved and get paid for it. Valor became Natasha's family, and she ended up falling in love with their guitarist, Nick, and before long they were being signed to open for a larger band on tour that summer. On tour Nick and Natasha's relationship began to fall apart, they argued over creative differences as well as Nick's drug use and alcohol abuse. By the time the tour was almost done Natasha began to suspect that Nick was cheating, and her suspicions were confirmed when one of her band mates pitied her enough to tell her the truth. With only two weeks left in the tour she stuck it out, though Nick did his best to make her life as miserable as possible in the mean time, and as soon as they returned home to New York she announced that she couldn't work with her ex any longer, leaving Valor and New York City behind to start over again in L.A. with the help of her agent, managing to sign a contract with Greg Beach and starting on a new band.

Ever since the break up of Valor she's had a hard time trusting people, her band had been her family and they'd abandoned her for the man who'd cheated on her. She's trying to form new relationships in L.A., but she hasn't trusted anyone enough to really consider them a friend. Despite hating the alcohol abuse and drug use of her ex, she has started to party a bit more in excess since moving to L.A and acts a bit more wild than she should.

Likes:
- Flirting
- Making music
- Rock music
- Working out
- Storms
- Animals
-Partying

Dislikes:
- Being told what to do
- Feeling like she's not good enough
- Rude/arrogant people
- Being cheated on
- Having her trust broken
- Her ex

Other:
She has a guitar pick necklace she never takes off

Theme Song:

All I Want - A Day To Remember






"So why do good girls like bad guys?"

Name:
Hunter James Adams
Age:
21
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight
Talent:
Youtuber
Appearance:

Eye Color:
Blue
Hair Color:
Dirty blonde
Height:
5'11
Weight:
174 lbs
Body Type:
Muscular
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.

Spoiler: Tattoo

Personality:
- Arrogant
- Closed off
- Quick to anger
- Holds grudges
-Makes jokes to hide his feelings
- Flirtatious
- Energetic
- Determined
- Friendly

Bio:
Hunter was born into privilege with a famous NFL father and a model mother. He had money, good looks, and everything he could’ve wanted. However, life wasn’t all fun and games for him. His father pushed him to follow in his foot steps to become a football star, forcing him to spend all his time studying or practicing. Just wanting to be a normal kid, Hunter started watching YouTube and making his own videos. After a few months his channel picked up, and he was making a little bit of money. His father freaked out when he announced he was moving to L.A. after he graduated, cutting off his funds and all contact with his son once the move was official. After a few years of struggling on his own, Hunter was contacted by Greg Beach and made a contract to work for him to help boost his career.

Hunter can be a bit annoying, sometimes going too far with his pranks and not taking other people into consideration when planning them. Though he is generally a friendly, light-hearted guy, he doesn't handle criticism well and is very defensive.

Likes:
- Pranks
- Making jokes
- Girls
- Partying
- Attention
- His fans

Dislikes:
- His father
- Opening up to others
- Being serious
- Being told what to do
- Being challenged

Other:
N/A

Theme Song:

Fashionably Late - Falling In Reverse

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[Soap]

Zoë Reinhardt

Name: Zoë Amelie Reinhardt
Nickname: Zo, Z, Zozo. She'll murder you. If you use it.
Age:23
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Bisexual
Talent:Actress Singer/songwriter
Eye Color:Blue
Hair Color:Blonde
Height/Weight:5'8, 125.
Body Type: Slim
Piercings:Helix piercings on both ears, studded nose ring.
Tattoos: Infinity sign behind her neck, 'Faith' written in German on her left wrist.
Personality:
|+Adaptable. +Loyal. +Witty. +Bold.|
|-Rebellious. -Hypocritical -Self-Destructive. -Irrational. -Verbose. -Childish.|

Spoiler: Child star gone rogue.

Zoë was... well, the perfect child actress, who always had a deep love for music. However it was always pushed away by her mother, convinced that she'd never make it as a musician. Considering her mother was famous enough to the point where she'd had gotten multiple auditions, and roles. In commercials, tv-shows. Movies. You name it. Trained at a young age to always live up to her parents expectations, it wasn't like she hated acting. She just hated her mother and everything that she stood for. The perfect woman that people adored, and it drove Zoë crazy. She wasn't the woman people wanted her to be, she was manipulative, greedy, controlling, she was everything that Zoë hated. And to think of it, she was probably the reason why she hated those things. She'd grown up resenting her parents, obviously. After her father passed away due to a robbery gone wrong. She'd got involved with drugs and alcohol at an early age, and it stuck with her. Becoming an addict and being put through rehab by her mother too many times to count. Being deemed the 'Problematic Child.' Her older sister Hannah had taken the spot for the golden girl. her mother was always set on what she wanted for Zoë. Fuck her. She decided to take matters into her own hands, it was time for what she wanted. You'd think it'd be simple enough for the daughter of a 'Well-known' Actress, to become a singer hm? No. Not when your mother's job was to make sure you didn't succeed. It didn't help that she was an addict either. She was proven to be a... liability, to talent agencies, record labels. Her family. A troublemaker wasn't something that anyone wanted. Even if she was clean now, Zoë’s ex-girlfriend passed away after an overdose. She blames herself for it, no one really knows that tho shhh. An agency had finally decided to give her a chance, living in a house with a few other people wasn't exactly ideal, but that small detail didn't matter. She was here for herself. Everyone else can rot for all she cares.
at least until she actually cares shh.

Likes: +Poetry. +Music. +Personal space. +Rain. +Antiques
Dislikes: -Vegetables. -Gossip. -Greed. -PDA (When it's anyone else but herself.)


Eloise Danvers

Name: Eloise Danvers
Nickname: Ellie
Age:21
Gender:Female
Sexuality: Pansexual? idk.
Talent:Actress/Singer
Eye Color:Blue
Hair Color:Blonde
Height/Weight:5'5, 120.
Body Type:Lean, baby athletic toned. is that a body type?
Personality:
|+Generous. +Nurturing. +Loving. +Optimistic. +Hard-working. +Determined.|
|-Naive. -Talkative. -Sensitive -Stubborn. -Judgmental. -Argumentative.|

Spoiler: Just a small-town girl.

Grew up in a small town in Iowa, an only child, well-known parents, her father owned the farm that produced many products to the town itself. Since Ellie was old enough to talk. She had a strong interest in movies, the stories they told, the emotions behind them. And suddenly when the camera wasn’t on them, they went back to being someone completely different to who they were playing, she was fascinated. She did a few plays, musicals, anything she could get her hands on In school, lead actress on all of them. Between us, she was probably just the only semi-good actress there. She loved the arts. When Ellie turned 20, she had the chance to do humanitarian work. Which she gladly took. She loved it. Every second of it. The people, the places she’d went, that feeling she got whenever someone thanked her, she wasn’t doing it for the thank-you’s. She was genuinely happy that something that she did, made a difference to the people she’d met in a world that was cruel to most. When it was time to go home. She didn’t want to, she didn’t feel like going back to the homestead. To hear her parents asking over and over if she’d met a ‘Nice boy’ on her travels. So, she scrapped up enough money together booked the first flight out. Which just so happened to be Los Angeles. Leaving behind a potential fiancé she’d turned down more than a few times, it wasn’t like she didn’t love him. He just... Ellie didn’t want to stay in that small town forever, she wanted more than the ‘white picket fence.’ Once Ellie had gotten to LA with her closest friend, Anastasia. An agent had taken interest in her during an improv class, crazy.. right? She couldn't believe it either and before she knew it, she was assigned to a talent agency. Little does she know the odds are highly against her that she won't make it out here.

Likes: +Cooking. +Romance. +Reality tv. +Running. +Reading. +Traveling.

Dislikes: -Meat Vegetarian <. -Selfishness. -Ignorance. -Narrow-minded people. -Cigarettes.

Spoiler: Writing Sample

Later at lunch, Raven sat down at an empty table. Believe or not, the infamous brunette sat alone usually. She preferred it that way. Despite being amazingly well-known as she thought she was. There wasn’t a label or place you could put her at. Raven wasn’t one of the popular cheerleaders, her gaze fell upon the sad cheerleader who was alone. At least for the time being, or the ‘outcasts’ Carter in the corner where the redhead usually preferred. She expected Mason to join her soon enough.
There was a spot for everyone here. They were molded perfectly and raised in their comfortable homes, whether or not they were actually comfortable in them was beside the point. She didn’t have her own table, or her own group of ‘friends. ’ She wasn’t molded like the rest of them. Raven was taught to not do drugs, to not steal, to not get arrested. But if she ever did would anyone really care? Would a literal trio of people come up to Raven if she was upset over a boy? No.
It was the same question that she kept asking herself. Did she matter? Raven flipped through a book that wasn’t particularly interesting, but she was forced to if she wanted to keep her grades up. Taking a glance at her food and deciding she wasn’t very hungry to begin with. Her eyes roamed across the cafeteria, waiting for someone to pique her interest, with a disappointed sigh she returned to the book, flipping through a page and rolling her eyes at the first sentence.

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[KingofAesir]

WIP
Harvey Chandler
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Name: Harvey Sean Chandler
Nickname: Har, Flip
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Talent: Model


Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Height/Weight: 6'4", 203 lbs.
Body Type: Muscular
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: N/A

Personality:
[+Charming, +Kind, +Enthusiastic]
[-Egotisical, -Loud, -Materialistic]

Spoiler: Watch me SHINE

WIP

Likes:
[+Green eyes, Macaroni, Yellow crayons, Dogs, Cameras, Swimming, Money]
Dislikes:
[-Cats, Anything orange, Flat land, Long drives, Boots, Fake blondes, Clowns]

Joel Douglas

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Name:Joel Gregario Douglas
Nickname: JG
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Talent: DJ


Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black (Dyed green)
Height/Weight: 5'7", 122 lbs.
Body Type: Slight
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: Dyed green hair, music note tattoo on his left shoulder, various other tribal tattoos on his chest and right arm

Personality:
[+Bold, +Self-confident, +Smart]
[-Brash, -Unsympathetic, -Withdrawn]

Spoiler: Safe place

WIP

Likes:
[+Vanilla ice cream, Books, Electronic music, Birds, Fireball, Volleyball, The beach]
Dislikes:
[-People, Plastic anything, The sun, Bright places, Quiet, Rules, Grey]

 

[kouzcy]

AMELIA SEOHYUN

Name: Amelia Seohyun.
Nickname: Mimi.
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Talent : Youtube Cover Artist, hoping to be a singer.

Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Light Brown
Height/Weight: 5'3" / 112 lbs.
Body Type: Pear
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc. None.

Personality: + determined , + honest , + loving
- childish , - defensive , - gullible

Spoiler: i'm going to do something amazing.

wip, cuz i'm lazy.

Likes:
❥ coffee and tea.
❥ any type of cat
❥ playing the piano, ukulele, guitar, and singing.
Dislikes:
❥ dogs, she's allergic.
❥ cold air
❥ the color electric blue.

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ALYS SEUNG-HWA

Name: Alys Seung-Hwa ( Pronounced Alice )
Nickname: Allie
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Talent : Singer and Dancer

Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Height/Weight: 5'5" / 126 lbs.
Body Type: Somewhat mesomorph.
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc. : Has a piercing on his right ear.

Personality: + compassionate , + confident , + optimistic
- full of excuses , - disorganized , - sarcastic

Spoiler: one day, i wanna say "i made it."

wip

Likes:
❥ chocolate ice cream
❥ heavily sweetened coffee
❥ playing sports
Dislikes:
✘ loud people
✘ self-centered people
✘ wearing shorts

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Writing Sample:

Spoiler: writing sample

Sanuki was so over it. He had to give in to his sister, who had made him go to this stupid signing for this boy love book that she had fangirled over ever since she had gotten it. It was by Avery Aoz, or so Sanuki saw that when he looked down at the cover of the book. It looked cliche by the cover, but Sanuki didn't care too much. He was just coming in here and then going out, back home to give his sister this book. Why was the authors autograph in your book so important anyways? It was probably hard to explain because Sanuki didn't have the mind of a girl, so he just left it at that. He was on his way to the mall, walking because he thought it would be good exercise, and the walk wasn't that long anyways. His apartment was in the middle of the city, downtown some would call it.

He didn't care too much about his looks because he wasn't too interested or fond of girls, so he didn't think he had to look his best. He did fix his hair though and make sure he at least looked presentable. He didn't want to walk into a mall looking like he just came out of a garbage can. He fiddled with his keys in his pocket, the lanyard hanging out as he looked at the shops that he would always pass by, whether when he was driving or walking, and he smiled softly to himself. He had the book in his other hand, and he got some weird stares from people, but he didn't mind too much. He didn't want to explain what was going on, for it was a bit embarrassing. And he wasn't going to stop someone in the middle of a busy sidewalk to talk about how his sexuality impacted how what type of book was in his hand.

His blonde hair was nicely done, and his blue eyes were sharp and alert as always, those pretty eyelashes fluttering like a butterfly's wings. He didn't go too formal today, because he had no intention to go to work. It was a weekend. He knew exactly what he was going to do when he got home. Possibly sit down, watch a movie, eat some sweets, but not too much. A perfect day. Well almost. He was wearing a white sweater that stopped right before his hands, because he didn't really like things that were too oversized. It made things harder to do. Along with his sweater, he was wearing black jeans that were slightly ripped in some places, followed by white Puma sneakers. He saw the entrance of the mall, it was somewhat crowded which was something he hated, and he tried to navigate through the crowd to get to the door. It was automatic so he continued to walk until he got to the bookstore.

It was girls galore in there. All he could hear was screaming coming through one ear going out the other. He stood in line and he took a deep breath."In and out, Sanuki. In and out." He whispered to himself, looking ahead of him. He hoped the author would get here soon, because he didn't know if he would be able to take anymore of this screaming. As he stood in line and observed his surroundings, he could've swore he saw another male. He raised an eyebrow, but he figured he was just seeing things. Probably one of those girls with a boyish hair cut. He would see those often, and he wouldn't be surprised if he had saw one right then. He decided he would look through the book to see what was so great about it.. What had all these people coming here just to see the author. He flipped through a couple pages and he saw a couple smut scenes, allowing a rose color to explode on his cheeks. He closed the book rather quickly and he held it in his hand again. "Well, that's probably what they like, huh?" He whispered quietly to himself, allowing the blush to die down.

It wasn't long before he was greeted by the male he thought he had seen before. He turned around in line and he looked up at him, smiling flirtatiously. He answered his question though, he might as well not go right into the flirting. "I'm not really in line to see them. My sister wanted me to get her book signed for her by this Avery Aoz kid, and I'm standing in this screaming line to get it. I guess you can say I'm putting my life on the line to do this for her.." He said, rolling his eyes and then his gaze settled back on the other male.

"So.. where's your book?" He asked softly, fixing his hair slightly and holding onto the one he had in his left hand tightly. "Unless you're just here to look at the girls." He said, when he said so, he let his hopes drag down, thinking this male might be straight. He can't just automatically think he was gay. Or even bisexual.

What is your typical post length?: 3-4+ paragraphs.
How active are you?: usually online everyday.
Do you agree to follow all the rules?: yup.​

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

Juno

Spoiler: not your typical asian

Name:
Choi Joonho
Nickname:
Juno
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Homosexual
Talent:
Rapper, Producer

Appearance:

Eye Color:
Brown
Hair Color:
Dyed Gray
Height/Weight:
5'9, 140lbs
Body Type:
Thin
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc:
Ears

Personality:
+ Creative, Detail-oriented, Observant, Trusting, Resourceful.
/ Hyperactive, Outspoken, Competitive, Sarcastic, Big-thinking.
- Messy, Impulsive, Envious, Insecure, Obsessive
Bio:

Spoiler

Choi Joonho was born into an Korean family living in Seattle, Washington. He had 4 older siblings along with parents and he was known for his incredible independence from an early age. He was a smart kid and was a gem for his parents as a smart kid meant a good job which meant financial security. That's all a parent really wants for their kid. However, Joonho had other plans. Instead of focusing on science and mathematics like his parents hoped, he gravitated towards music. He was playing the piano at 7 years old and had started learning guitar before he was 12. They were worried about their youngest son. The industry was brutal and they knew that from experience with their eldest daughter who wanted to be an actress when she was 16. They didn't want any pain to come to their son. Instead of him being hurt however, they pushed his dreams away, his father saying that he couldn't make it in American society like this and that he'd be better off getting a better fitting job like a scientist or engineer. This solidified his dream in Joonho's mind. He was going to prove them wrong.

At 14, he started rapping. He would watch videos online about rapping, record his own beats using computers and keyboards during and after school, and he'd practise whenever he could to get better. He signed up for competitions, everyone there being older than him and he even won a few. He used prize money to buy music equipment and he started to learn how to produce. His grades suffered tremendously and at one point was even kept behind by his teacher because of it. He explained everything and they understood. This kid had a dream and he wanted to fulfill it. The producing and rapping continued and his face was starting to get seen by underground rap lovers in Seattle. He realised he needed a name to go with it. He decided on Juno. It sounded similar to his very Korean name but was technically a western name so he figured it would fit well. He knew from an early age he didn't really like girls but after a particularly good looking rapper battled him one night he realised he was gay. He couldn't come out though. Gay rappers were looked down upon. Juno was gaining more and more popularity and at one point he was contacted by an agency. He talked to his parents about it and they were furious. That was the last straw. He would follow his dream, with or without family support.

Likes:
Sunsets, Dogs, Pizza, Music,
Dislikes:
Backstories, Rodents, Fruit, Winter

Writing Sample:

Spoiler: Sample

Things were getting more difficult every day. To stay alive, everything had to be perfectly normal. It needed to seem human. This was a hard thing to accomplish for it. Avoiding detainment was the only way it and the others were still living. After the failed rebellion, it knew that it no longer had a home. Every android bought had to be taken and it couldn't accept that. If they were going to commit genocide, they wouldn't commit it easily.

Life on the streets was difficult. J410K had met enough fellow androids and witnessed enough shut downs to know that. However, it couldn't just stay in one place like human homeless people could. It's untainted facial features and perfect hair were a dead give away. This is why it wore hoods, bandanas and sunglasses all the time. It needed to remain hidden within regular humans, adopting human habits and downloading pop culture information for easier conversation.

It was lucky any conversations were temporary.

Most things were temporary; for instance, it's current settlement. It didn't normally break into houses but it'd been desperate. This week was meant to have very heavy rainfall and being caught outside in rain with no waterproof jacket would leave it a target for inspection. Police had the rights to ask questions to anyone they deemed suspicious and in this heightened climate, it was certainly a type to be stopped. It's model type was Asian so that left it a target for racist white people (what's new) and it had a bandana and sunglasses; it clearly didn't want to be seen. J410K wished life was simpler but it wasn't. It was deemed a threat to human kind and there was nothing it could do about it.

It wished breaking and entering was the only bad thing it had to do that day but stealing disguises from the bedrooms and fuel from the kitchen was worse. It felt awful. Felt. What a word. Strange how it could use that word now even after months of being awoken. Still, it had to remain normal, remain calm, for it could never be spotted by humans for being alive. Until then, stealing ethanol and materials for staying undercover would have to do.

What is your typical post length?:
1-3 paragraphs
How active are you?:
Very
Do you agree to follow all the rules?:
Yes

COMPLETE​

 

[SomebodyElse]

Name: Lena Greyson
Nickname: (if any) Lena Bean
Age: [18-25] 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Talent (Model, Actor, Singer, etc): Model

Appearance: (REALISTIC pictures only please!)

Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Reddish Brown
Height/Weight: 5'6 130
Body Type: Slender
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.
Earrings occasionally

Personality: [3 positive; 3 negative] Lena is a bit of a airhead. She tends to daydream a lot and can be forgetful. She tends to hang alone more.
She however is a sweet person. She is generally someone who likes to do things that others would like. She is also a incredibly hard worker.
Bio: [1-2 paragraphs] Lena grew up mostly alone, being raised in an orphanage due to her father dying and her mother falling into a coma.
She made it through her education normally without interacting with too many people and forming small friend groups. She especially began to open up more in highschool. she was approached by a woman named Elizabeth Stirkwell while working at a diner who gradually encouraged her into modeling,
Uneasy at first she struggled because models had to hold poses for extended periods. Gradually she began to get better through guidance of the agency.
As of lately she has begun to rise through the modeling world. Hoping to strike it bigger she has moved to Las Vegas.
Likes: [3+] Reading, Walks, Movies
Dislikes: [3+] Being in the spotlight, Rude people, Horrible Suprises

Writing Sample:

Lena remembered how she got into modeling. Oddly enough it happened back in highschool, she was working at a diner.
A woman came into the restaurant to order some coffee. She didn't think much of her at first sight, but when she brought her coffee to the woman, she looked up and exclaimed.
"Do you get into modeling"
Modeling? Her. She was more of a odd girl who wore too many layers of clothing. She didn't consider herself beautiful enough to become a model.
"I don't model.. I wouldn't really be good at that."
"Such a shame, with you working for me, I could easily make you into a top model."
"My name is Elizabeth Stirkwell. I work for Red Model Management. This is my card. Perhaps you could think it over."
Could she actually be a model? They made lots of money. It'd be a huge opportunity.
"Um yeah sure. I'll think it over."
A model huh? It would be interesting. She wasn't wrong to be considering this, was she?

Hey Lena! Were you zoning out again?" Said the Cameraman.
“Uh sorry! Were you saying something?”
“I need you to strike another pose.
Ok good. Again”
It really was awhile ago since that memory. She was now a fulltime model, making it upwards in the world.
Although something was missing. That excitement everyone needed in their lives.
Things were good however.

She was excited for tonight. This would be her first shooting for a magazine as big as vogue.
This would be big. People could actually know who she was.
That meant bigger business opportunities hopefully.
At the very least it would pay well. Not that she honestly worried about such a thing.
She made more than enough as a model.
"Oh that's good one more.'
"Alright, I'll be sure to send these in."

What is your typical post length?: Usually 2 paragraphs.
How active are you?: quite active, I can usually get a post in a few times per week.
Do you agree to follow all the rules?: Yes.

 

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Name: Sacha Comeaux
Nickname: None
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual
Talent: Artist, Philanthropist, Musician

Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Black
Height/Weight: 5’9”/146lbs
Body Type: Lightly Muscled/Lithe
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: Earlobe Piercings

Virtues: Independent, Loyal, Adventurous, Logical, Free-spirited, Inventive, Humanistic, Sociable,
Vices: Commitment Issues, Bull-headed, Insensitive, Rebellious, Emotionally detached, Irresponsible, Easily bored

Bio:
Sacha was born in Bordeaux, France to a young couple who were not at all ready to have a child together. His mother wanted nothing to do with raising a child, she wished to live as she pleased and a child would only be a hindrance. Sacha’s father was a completely different story, while not prepared he wanted to raise his child as best he could. The young mother was fine with giving complete custody to the child’s father. Sacha was raised in a loving environment with his father. There were times when they struggled but they leaned on one another and pulled through.

Despite not having any siblings Sacha had plenty of cousins to spend time with, so whenever his father was working and his grandparents couldn’t babysit he would head over to a cousin’s house. From a young age it was apparent that Sacha had a love for the arts. He enjoyed learning how to play different instruments while also showcasing his artistic abilities. His family encouraged his passion, often times he’d play for them or create something for them. In school he thrived as well, making good grades and becoming fairly popular due to his talents.

After graduating from high school Sacha was able to get an art scholarship to attend school in America. By that time Sacha was well known in his city and began gaining fame elsewhere, eventually some of his works in art have been displaced in galleries and bought by wealthy individuals while his skills with instruments have been recognized a variety of artists, with some of them requesting that Sacha play certain instruments for their tracks and live performances. Sacha has used his fame and status to help those around the world, starting with programs in his homeland and in the United States to teach kids about visual and performing arts. Sacha has visited a variety of places in order to help the poor and misfortune.


Likes: Cloud watching || Felines || Sunny days || Poetry || Mystery Novels || Being outside || Traveling
Dislikes: Bigots || Dogs || Spicy foods || Cold weather || Being Rushed


Writing Sample:

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Three mildly loud pops startled some of those in the crowd. The muggles stared with wide eyes as three people appeared from thin air. The trio consisted of two adults and a young woman, a family unit no doubt. The reporters were quick to snap pictures. Femi looked towards them and smiled cheekily before turning her attention back to her parents. As she turned around she was pulled into tight hug. She could feel a head lay on top of her own and she groaned. Her father knew how much she didn’t like having her hair touched. “Baba! Did you not just give me a hug before we left the hotel? Honestly, one would think that I won’t come back to you both.” She whined but made to move to escape from the bear hug. As international apparition was dangerous Femi’s parents had flew to America and booked a hotel room to stay in. They had also used the opportunity to spend time with their daughter.

“Hush Ọmọbìnrin mi, let me be. Who knows when I will get the chance to hug you like this again.” Her father had always been the more affectionate parent. He spoiled his daughter when she was younger and still did so now, much to her mother’s dismay. Speaking of her mother she shook her head at her husband and pried the two of them apart. A chuckled made its way past her lips when Femi released a breath. “She will not be gone for that long dear. Before you know it winter break will arrive and she will return to us.” She spoke, giving their daughter a hug of her own. “Remember Ọmọbìnrin we are only a phone or fire call away.” She placed a kiss on her forehead.

“I know I know, I will call you once I have settled. Mo nifẹ rẹ.” Femi grabbed her suitcases and with one last look she went on her way. The first thing that she noticed were the dragons. They were magnificent. Femi had heard stories of them but never in real life had she seen one before. As she made her way into the basket of the hot air balloon she took note of those inside. Two girls around her age stood inside, one with pretty brown hair and the other with shiny black hair. As she settled inside Femi smiled. “E pele o, I’m Femi. Isn’t this exciting?”

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Stepping through the foliage, Yoongi wiped the sweat off his forehead. It was hot here, and it sucked more than anything. He’d rather be freezing at this point.

A few flies buzzed by his face; he scowled at them although he doubted they could understand facial expressions. Yoongi was just pissed. Pissed at his current situation, at Fate for bringing him here like this, and at himself for being such a pathetic idiot.

Right now, they were on a search for a lake. It was getting to the point where he felt the urge to bathe, and there was no running water in any of the abandoned buildings. Because of this, he and the others were getting snappy. A fresh body of water would make everyone feel much better. At least, that was the plan.

Instead, brushing past a few trees, they had come upon a cave. Jeongguk had already eagerly walked in. Yoongi, though, held his hand up as if he was saluting, blocking out what little sun was beaming down through the leaves. He wanted to get himself a better look at the outside.

The cave was big, the entrance so long he couldn’t see where it ended. Plants grew around it, leeching off the support the rocks gave to reach for better light. It was, honestly, kind of cool. Smiling with interest, Yoongi followed in after Jeongguk, although remaining towards the entrance, taking his time to get a feel for the place.

The interior was nothing like the exterior. It was akin to the Bat Cave, Yoongi thought, eyes scanning the dark area with piqued interest. This would be such a cool place to set up a camp. He’d have to approach the idea later.

“Nah, I don’t think I see anything here,” he replied to his dongsaeng, finally walking fully into the cave. “Then again, I haven’t been running around like you.”

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Name:
Elisha Lazarus.
Nickname: (if any)
Laz, Eli. He doesn't mind either one.
Age: [18-25]
Twenty-three years old.
Gender:
Male.
Sexuality:
Bisexual.
Talent (Model, Actor, Singer, etc):
He is a guitar player/singer. Since moving to LA, he is debating on whether to join a band or to stay a solo musician.
Appearance: (REALISTIC pictures only please!)

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Eye Color:
His eyes are a mid brown, with an almost honey tint to them.
Hair Color:
His hair is black. He has quite a bit of it, and it's long and curly.
Height/Weight:
He stands at 5'9" and weighs 160 pounds.
Body Type:
Ectomorph type, he doesn't have very much muscle and has trouble trying to build it.
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.:
He currently has no tattoos, but has a nose ring piercing.

Personality: [3 positive; 3 negative]
+ gentle + easygoing + outgoing
- impulsive - self-deprecating - worrier
Bio: [1-2 paragraphs]

Spoiler: Bio

Elisha was born to Abraham and Atarah Lazarus. He has a brother named Adam, who stayed back in their hometown of Portland, Oregon. He works as a chef in a barbecue restaurant. Elisha's love of music came at an early age. He sang in the choir at his old church and found his voice there; he learned guitar later on after getting his first guitar at age thirteen. From there, he took an interest in songwriting. He joined the school orchestra playing the viola, which only furthered his love of the subject. He excelled in the class, and stuck with it from middle school until his senior year of high school. Elisha, after graduating high school and moving out of his parents' house, moved to LA with the hope of his already started music career flourishing. He'd heard of the booming music scene there, and hoped that he could get in on it. After working with numerous record producers back in Oregon, he figured he would have better luck in LA. Shortly after moving there, he started debating whether he could make it in the music industry on his own. After numerous failed solo attempts, he's started looking for band mates through a local talent agency.

Likes: [3+]
+ creating things + animals + coffee
+ making friends + partying + playing live
Dislikes: [3+]
- not being rested - lack of inspiration - going without caffeine
- mornings - being bored - being alone
Writing Sample: Must have proper grammar and be at least 3 paragraphs

Spoiler: Writing Sample

Elisha ran a hand through his long, curly hair. He looked up from his spot at the soundboard to the producer next to him. His honey brown eyes looked the producer over for a moment, and he rubbed at his chin for a second in thought. He knew something was missing. He always did. Something was always missing at this stage in the recording process. It missed that certain spark, and he knew that.
"You're thinkin' real hard, Eli," the producer spoke up, a gray-haired older man with glasses he pushed back up onto his nose. He'd been listening as the younger man played the audio again and again, trying to iron out ever single kink that it had. "Why don't you take a break? You look like you need it."
Elisha shook his head. He took another swig of his coffee from the mug next to his hand, a mug he'd found at the 99 cents store years ago. It was his favourite for his beverage of choice. He liked it dark, with a splash of chocolate added in to combat the bitter taste. He looked back to the sound set up, pressing the play button on the recording device once again.
"You have to tell me what's wrong with it." Elisha finally spoke once the recording was through. The producer was a guide for him. Always had been since the beginning of his career. He could never pinpoint what was wrong with his work; he had to have other ears listen in. For him, creativity was a collaborative process. It was kind of a surprise that he didn't have a full band together yet.
"You need a break. Then listen to it again, and see if there's still a problem." the producer said simply. Elisha sighed, but smiled. The producer was always so pushy, but it was for his own good.
"Alright, fine. Wanna go get lunch?"

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2-4 Paragraphs.
How active are you?:
I try to check in daily!
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Yep!​

 

[Maree]

Minerva Steel​

“The first step toward success is taken when you refuse to be a captive of the environment in which you first find yourself"

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basic information:
Name: Minerva Steel
Nickname: Minnie (preffered name)
Age: Twenty
Talent: Indie film actress
Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance:
Eye Colour: Dark brown
Hair Color: Black
Height/Weight: 5’2”/105lbs
Body Type: Sim
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: Basic ear piercings

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personality: Passionate, Confident, Resourceful , Blunt, Flirtatious, Quick-tempered

likes: Old movies, Acting, Reading, Astronomy, Daisies, Her motorbike, Candies shaped like stars, cocktails that taste like candy, working out, preforming, video games.

dislikes: Wet socks, Fully white rooms e.g. Hospitals, Sand, Cucumber, Rats, sudden loud noises, the idea of drowning, frogs.

Fears: Clastraphobia, Drowning, Suffication in general.

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biography:
herstory: Minerva was born into an unusual family. It wasn't that they were bad parents, no. Anastasia and Louis Steel could be the kindest people you would ever meet. But they had some quite interesting views on the world. They were the kind of people who believed that crystals healed better than real medicines. The didn't believe in health insurance or any type of vaccine. They were determined to never go to the doctors unless it was the last possible option. When her mother was pregnant, instead of taking the recommended supplements she would always drink this weird brown goop that she swore would ensure Minnie’s health. In the end, it was surprising that she was born without any problems, but that didn't mean the pregnancy went smoothly. Her mother was hell-bent on Gwen's birth being as natural and as close to how the cavemen did it as possible. This meant no doctors, no anesthetic, and definitely no hospital. Usually, at home pregnancies are done in the home but not hers. When her mothers' water broke, she waddled outside and walked for twenty minutes to a nearby cave they had been set up for the pregnancy. So that was where she was born. In a pile of leaves in a little cave with only her father, the midwife, and a few towels. Needless to say, she had a few good scratches, but according to her mother, it was good for her development. They were certainly an odd couple.

Things were good for the first few years of Minerva’s life, she was happy. Thanks to her parents being anti-anything fun she never had any toys growing up. This caused her to have to make her own fun which was a blessing in disguise. Minnie would spend her days outside acting out elaborate stories that she had made up in her head. These stories often consisted of princesses with tragic pasts who overcame great obstacles. Like in her stories she was about to be hit by a great tragedy. Shortly after her twelfth birthday, her mother fell ill. Anastasia broke out her crystals but this time they were not enough. Her mother died before they could get her any real help. They didn’t even know what it was.

After the passing of Minerva’s mother, things weren’t the same around the house. Her father lost faith in the lifestyle he used to love and couldn’t stand the site of their house. So they left everything behind and moved to LA. As her father threw himself into his work she started to discover the world of acting. Enlisting in acting classes she dedicated all of her spare time to perfecting her craft. Minnie’s father fell further into his depression and started drinking to cope. She dealt with her pent emotions over her death and her father's broken state by being someone else, and she was extremely good at it. Throughout high school she got large roles in all of the school productions, even getting the leading role a few times. In her last high school production, she was the leading lady. Thanks to this she caught the eye of an Indie film producer. After the show, he reached out to her to star in his Indie horror film. Since then Minnie has been in multiple indie flicks and is trying to get into more mainstream movies.

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other information:What is your typical post length?: At least 3-4+ How active are you? Every afternoon. Do you agree to follow all the rules?: Yes

Writing Sample: Autumn had always been the best season. It wasn’t too hot for training or too cold to be working with water. The brightly coloured leaves and orange skies really livened up the school. Oh, and the seasonal foods were amazingly comforting. Not to mention the Halloween party which was the biggest event of the Fall. Ever since Belle started attending Hindeston academy she had loved decorating the school for Halloween. It had always been her favourite holiday. Belle could still vividly remember running around the neighbourhood trying to find the best candy. The parents always competed to see who’s kid would have the best costume. Because of this, there was never a brought costume in sight. She was forbidden from buying overpriced costumes but as she grew and wanted them to look sexier she had to start making them herself. Back when she didn’t have to worry about anything.

Belle might have been a bit too excited to get into her costume. She definitely should have waited until after she had finished decorating. The braids and loose hair that framed her face kept getting in her eyes as she tried to do things. Her wig was also making her head quite hot and itchy. Although it was definitely worth it as she looked amazing in her elaborate costume. The gown hugged all the right places and even though she was showing quite a bit of skin she managed to make it look more elegant than slutty. Sure maybe the majority of the students wouldn’t get who she was dressed but it didn’t matter to her, she was happy.

Belle finished pinning up her last spiderweb before stepped back to admire the decorations. Even though they had fewer volunteers than last year they still managed to do an amazing job. They had completely transformed the gym into a magical Halloween wonderland. The fog machine was humming as it covered the floor in a layer of fog just to add to the creepy atmosphere. She always tried to hide the extremely tacky decorations but it never seemed to work. Even with the tacky tombstones decorated with large letters spelling out ‘R.I.P’. As if anyone actually wrote that on tombstones. There were still a few more things to get done seeing as some of the other volunteers were behind. Mainly because a certain Instructor kept getting other people to do his part while he ate the food that was meant to be for the party. She had to admit she struggled to hold back some giggles as Niran picked on poor Wimpy Timmy. Honestly, the boy needed to grow a backbone and stop letting himself be pushed around. Him getting picked on would hopefully help, well at least that was her opinion.

The female made her way across the room, her hips swaying slightly as she walked. Once she reached the table she filled up the liquorice bowl again and gave Niran a pointed look. “If you’re gonna laze around and let us do all the work you could at least not eat all the food,” she said as she folding her arms across her chest.

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[Soma Schicksal]

Name: Giovanni Silvim

Nickname: Gio, Gi Gi, Gee

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Talent: Twitch Streamer, Producer, Rapper/Singer

Spoiler: Appearance:

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Hair Color: Black (Dyed White)

Height/Weight: 6’ 3” - 188 lbs.

Body Type: Slim ripped

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: Earrings sometimes

Personality: [ + Funny, + Social, + Responsible, - Mischievous, - Childish, - Protective]

Spoiler: Bio:

Gio has grown up always wanting to be the center of attention, he has always been pretty hilarious as a person based on his personality. His mother was known for making amazing EDM music along with singing and his father was just a normal dude that piqued his mother’s interest with his humor and positive outlook on life. He was born and raised in Berkeley California, he had visited LA once and has always seen opportunity and promise there. He promised his parents to give him a chance to prove how much he really loved music and he turned what he learned from his mother and college into a kinda business. Gio ended up making an Instagram account which is where he first began to get big but growing up Gio always loved video games, he had a love for any shooter, fighting, sports, and any other game imaginable and he took the opportunity to take some of this fame to create a Twitch Channel he named Gilvim which was a mixture of his first and last name.

One day while streaming Giovanni received a tweet from an agent he had heard of once before by the name of Greg Beach, Gio didn’t really believe the tweet and didn’t completely trust the idea of living with multiple strangers…well talented strangers in a living space. Later that day after not responding to the tweet he received an email to his personal email which described in more detail what would be going o and the support that will be had from the agent. Gio sighed and realized this may be his one opportunity at living in LA like he wanted and furthering his growth as a producer, rapper/singer, and streamer. He called his parents the following day telling them the potential good news and made his way to LA, hopefully, he would make some new friends…hmm or maybe even those that could be more than friends, he always had an interest in LA girls.

Likes: [3+] Video games, Anime, EDM, Sketching, Streaming, Hip Hop, Creating Music, Singing, Money, Girls, Sweets, Modern Homes, Super Cars, Cold Weather, Dogs, Staying Fit, Color Green, Fettuccine Alfredo, and Basketball

Dislikes: [3+] Bean Paste, Snakes, Heights, Hot weather, Suits, People who get in the way, Reading, Being Judged, and Smoking

Spoiler: Writing Sample: Patient Zero

Soon conversations began to spread in the room, everyone was a little more comfortable around each other not seeming like enemies but potential allies. Owen asked Marcus and Colt if they knew these people and he answered simply. “Not really but I did see them yesterday with Colt, just some people I would say I recognize, especially miss Purple Noodle over here.” He pointed to the Streamer as she introduced herself to Owen. Owen seemed to know her too, he would assume it was from just browsing online since Owen didn’t really seem like the type to continuously watch Twitch streams and YouTube videos all day like Marcus did when he did have free time on the weekends. If anything he remembered only watching her because he had what you would call a ‘Streamer Crush’ but he wouldn’t admit that he was definitely hopeless when it came to beautiful women, not to say that her streams or videos were bad but he did mainly watch for her pretty face and some of her gameplay.

Jenna offered to help with Colt’s leg and Marcus could already feel how tense Colt got when she heard those words exit the purple haired girl's mouth. He could only hope that one day that he could maybe help Colt get through her shock and feelings on what happened to her leg but he couldn’t judge her for feeling the way she did, based on the way she acted and knowing her past had to do with a military background he could only assume the worst had happened to her. The Militaristic woman seemed to shake herself out of it and proceeded to talk assuring Jenna that she was fine, he could tell she wasn’t though…anyone could see that though. She then ordered Marcus to go searching the room for supplies, he couldn’t argue with that, his mind continued wandering as he wondered why she never gave Owen orders to go away from her to search for supplies…thats when he noticed he was just being dramatic, his mind searched for any little thing that could be a sign of Colt being more in touch with Owen than him…he needed to get over it, he had been in countless situations like this. Just as he had gotten what he could see as snack bars in the cupboards Colt seemed startled as she gained the attention of the jealousy stricken Marcus.

Quickly Marcus was pulled by Colt along with Owen into cover, it seemed she didn’t want to cause a scene as she explained to the two men that the count of 7 hazmat suit-wearing guys were getting ready to search the Motel. That’s when he remembered…Ivan and Mack were in the truck the men were approaching…all he could hope was that they wouldn’t get killed…Colt snapped Marcus out of it pushing him to the next room. He listened carefully to her directions before grabbing the sniper off his back that Colt had given to him and set up his position waiting for her to give the word as she began firing on the Hazzies. “Guess that’s the signal…” He whispered to himself as he finished setting up in the next room over. Marcus took aim looking through the scope, he was in a good position, he could hear his father’s voice. “Now remember, deep breathe, stock on the shoulder, and when I say fire you blow that son of a bitch training dummies head off!” Marcus gave a slight smirk as he fired his first shot, the sound of the gun silenced by the suppressor attachment, he could hear as the Hazzy screamed in pain as Marcus racked the bolt and fired the second shot through the side of his head, the bullet managed to break through and the angle caused the bullet to hit another Hazzy in the arm as Colt fired a barrage of bullets at them. “Collateral! Yes haha!” He yelled out as he picked another target to fire at.

What is your typical post length?: 1 to 2 paragraphs usually.

How active are you?: I can respond a few times a week.

Do you agree to follow all the rules?: Yes.

 

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Sadie Ann King​

nickname| sades

age| 22

gender| cis-female

sexuality| heterosexual

talent| actress

PERSONALITY

Sadie is the boss and she likes to let everyone know it. When she walks into a room, Sadie radiates confidence and control over it almost instantaneously. Some people think that Sadie is pushy and needs to let loose and have more fun more often. While this may be true, Sadie really doesn't care! Along with her confidence, Sadie is an excellent communicator. She speaks with extreme eloquence and is careful to choose her words wisely. This has lead Sadie to develop the skill of talking herself, or anyone else, into or out of any situation. On a more intrapersonal level, Sadie is very in tune with herself and her emotions. She rarely lets her thoughts and emotions run away with her consciousness which makes her incredibly good at staying level headed and focused. On the other hand, when Sadie blows up, the phrase "shit hitting the fan" is a severe understatement. While Sadie can be in control of her emotions almost all of the time, if someone attempts to sabotage her career or relationships, Sadie becomes a full on predator. She becomes so focused on solving the problem- sometimes in a very wrong way. Sadie also tends to overwork herself and stretch herself thin, becoming over-encompassed with work and life obligations. Sadie can handle the stress most of the time but when she can't, she becomes out of service for at least a day or two. Sadie is also pretty easily emotionally attached and has been called too trusting at times by friends and family. This can cause her to fall for the wrong people or to be manipulated in a rather easy manner.

Likes| Acting, music, spending time with friends and family, rosé, animals

Dislikes| eating meat (she's a vegetarian), her brother's cigarette habit, being used, having to pause work, issues with her family, ignorance

APPEARANCE

Sadie is medium in height, standing at 5'5" (165cm) and has a more slender, yet still athletic, build. Sadie's hair is naturally long and a deep, chocolate brown in colour, though she often gets caramel highlights added in for more variety and texture. She often wears it down and in soft curls. Her eyes are a golden brown and they tend to glisten enchantingly in the sunlight. Sadie has a variety of ear piercings and used to have an eyebrow piercing before she took it out shortly after her twenty first birthday.
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BIOGRAPHY

Sadie was born and raised in Toronto, Canada to Eleanor and Matthew King. Her parents had struggled for a long while to get pregnant and were so overjoyed (and, quite frankly, surprised) when they found out they were pregnant with Sadie. As she grew up, Sadie was a star child. She was hardworking, creative, and independent. Sadie worked hard for her parents' affection and it clearly worked. Things only got better when her parents ended up having a second child, a boy named Finn. Sadie adored her little brother and vowed to protect him at all costs.

It didn't take long for Sadie's parents to discover her knack for the dramatics. She began putting on one-woman versions of her favourite televisions as a show and actually showed a level of natural aptitude. Her parents decided to give the whole acting gig a try and by six years old, Sadie had landed a lead role as a little girl in a Toyota commercial. From then on, she was hooked. Sadie's love for acting only grew as she did and eventually, her parents moved her to a private art school in downtown Toronto. By thirteen, Sadie had begun appearing as a regular character on a television show and later on landed a lead role in a children's movie by fifteen.

Sadie graduated a year early thanks to her intelligence and natural hardworking ethics. She ended up getting a degree in the dramatic arts and continued her career on the Canadian film circuit. Sadie regularly flew to New York City to work on theatre and Broadway and eventually decided to move there part time for her own convenience. It was hard for her to leave the family she loved so much in Toronto, but she knew it was the right move to make career wise. Her career blew up after landing a role at twenty on a major Broadway musical and was soon asked to star in an indie movie in L.A..

With her brother freshly out of high school and on a gap year furthering his modelling and photography career, the two decided to move to L.A. in order to continue their careers. With the money Sadie had left, she purchased a small condo in L.A. and had Finn move in with her. Things seemed to be looking up. Shortly after moving to L.A., the filming for the movie began.

While on set, she met and consequently fell in love with a man named Charlie McCree, a producer. The two had a fast and furious relationship filled to the brim with passion and romance. Sadie fell deeply in love and was considering marriage but was soon heartbroken when she uncovered that McCree was only dating her in order to use her rising fame to leverage his own. Eventually, the passion fizzled out to emotional and verbal abuse. Sadie was distraught but remained in the toxic relationship until the completion of the movie. Once their breakup went public, Sadie's career began to suffer. McCree said that Sadie was using him for the money and that she had repeatedly cheated on him. He accused her of drug abuse and far worse. As a result, Sadie found it harder and harder to find work. This is where she is now, attempting to fight back and regain her footing again.

Without her acting career on the rise, she could no longer afford to pay for the condo. On her last attempt, she approached the final talent scout that she possibly could: Greg Beach. Greg placed her in the home with the others and signed her, telling her that he could help her reignite her acting career. But can he really help her?

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Finn Wesley King​

nickname| n/a

age| 19

gender| cis-male

sexuality| homosexual and refuses to admit it

talent| model, photographer

PERSONALITY

Finn is much more complicated than his sister. Where Sadie is black and white, Finn is grey. Finn is naturally introverted and more quiet, preferring to keep only a few close friends. Finn is incredibly kind and caring, even though he may seem secluded or cut off. Finn doesn't mind a good party every once in a while, so long as his close friends are there to keep him grounded. On top of this kindness, Finn is extremely devoted to those he loves and will do anything that he has to in order to protect them and to help them succeed. After a good, long night out on the town, Finn needs a good amount of time to recuperate and recharge. Typically, that involves going on hikes in nature and taking photos of what he sees. Finn is also a very artistic person, showing skills in visual arts. Finn draws a lot but never really pursued a career with drawing or painting, he much preferred taking pictures and modelling. When Finn is upset, you can either find him with his camera or his art supplies and by himself in seclusion. Perhaps this isn't the healthiest coping mechanism, but the resulting art is breathtaking and very human. Finn has troubles dealing with his emotions and often represses them and pretends they don't exist. In fact, that's how he deals with a lot of things in life. His homosexuality? He never addresses the fact that he prefers the romantic company of a man over a woman. His cigarette habit? Who cares, it's not that bad for you! When Finn is upset, he tends to retreat into himself and to throw himself into his work in order to not have to pay attention to the world around him. He can also be incredibly stubborn and will refuse help from everyone, even when he absolutely needs it most. He has a hard time trusting others, specifically romantically, since he has never actually been with someone he wanted to be with.

Likes| cigarettes, coffee, whiskey, his family and close friends, cats

Dislikes| homophobia, yelling, large crowds, his cigarette addiction, disappointing his sister

APPEARANCE

Finn is a tall boy, standing at about 6'4" (195cm) with an extremely athletic and toned body. Finn has messy, deep brown hair that he often doesn't bother to style too much. Finn's eyes are light brown, almost honey in colour, with deeper flecks of ember within them. Finn doesn't have any piercings but does have a back tattoo that is often covered by makeup in photo shoots.

BIOGRAPHY

Finn is the second born child of Eleanor and Matthew King. He was born and raised in Toronto, Canada, much like his older sister Sadie. Eleanor's pregnancy with Finn was incredibly difficult and she almost lost him. Finn was born at just thirty four weeks and was swiftly placed into the NICU. While Finn had a rough start, he soon began to grow with incredible gusto and ended up being a very healthy and happy baby with no repercussions from the premature birth.

Finn was a fairly average child. He played a lot of sports, specifically soccer and American football, and was actually quite good. He played on local teams but eventually quit soccer and football to play rugby full time in high school. Finn was a very active kid but was also incredibly interested in art. He was teased a lot as a young child for liking art and theatre, both traditionally "feminine" hobbies, according to his peers. Finn never really cared and continued to work on his art.

When Finn reached high school, he took a photography class to fill a spot in his time table. The second he walked into that room and saw the variety of photo types and cameras around the room, he knew that that was exactly where he needed to be. Finn enjoyed being both the subject of the picture as well as the one taking the picture. He grew a close bond with his photography teacher and over the summer, Finn interned at his photo studio. It was at that internship that Finn was recruited as a model for clothing brands such as the GAP and Roots.

Finn continued playing rugby, much to his employer's dismay, and earned a rugby scholarship to university. However, Finn was then faced with a dilemma. If he pursued his rugby career, he would have to leave photography and modelling behind. On the other hand, if Finn chose to stay in photography and modelling, his lifelong dream of becoming a professional sports player would no longer be available to him.

Unable to decide, Finn put the scholarship on hold and decided to see where his modelling career could take him. He hadn't yet made his big break but something told him that modelling and photography was where he belonged. When Sadie proposed that he move with her to L.A., Finn immediately jumped at a chance. What he didn't think about though was how he was going to pursue his career there. He had no agency and no really huge projects under his belt. How on earth would he get anywhere still doing these little jobs? Greg Bach was the answer. Greg signed Finn after a shoot one day and said that he could help Finn's career take off. Can Beach actually help Finn stay in the modelling and photography career or will he return to Canada and pursue rugby?

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Spoiler: writing sample

{This is from another RP I am currently in}
It was hard for Dominique to focus on her work at the bar considering the festivities taking place not that far away. As she scrubbed down old wooden tables and flipped the chairs up onto the tabletops, varnish long gone, she could hear the music and the chorus of voices drifting on the wind. As much as Dominique would have liked to have been there right when it opened, she had a business to run that could not be neglected.

Fletcher's had been busy that morning, mostly filled with hunters looking to get a drink or two and study up on the local... Lore, for lack of a better word. The taps behind the bar were constantly flowing, books and documents on werewolves and vampires floated around from table to table. The Moonlight History Festival always brought trouble, and the hunters were always prepared.

Dominique knows all too well how the events of the Festival play out. Mixing three different species who all have a distaste for the others is a recipe for a dumpster fire of a disaster. The tension between the werewolves and the vampires are bad enough, but throw in stupid hunters looking to pick a fight and the situation ends up being so much worse. Most hunters go to keep the creatures at bay and to maybe kill a few while they're at it, but not Dominique. She knows all too well that the creatures aren't the only ones who cause problems. It is, in fact, her kind that deals a lot of damage. Instead of going to the Festival to hunt, she goes to act as a mediator. Most years she arrives and barely has to do anything but there is always a risk of bloodshed- a risk she would much rather thoroughly avoid.

"Are you planning on going to the festival, Rex?" Dominique adds as she finishes flipping up the final chairs. The older man shakes his head, leaning tiredly over the counter.

"I'm much too old for those kinds of festivities, you know that." He chuckles softly, stepping out from behind the counter with a broom. He begins sweeping the wooden floorboards underfoot while Dominique goes to count the till. Rex never was good with money.

"Please, you don't look a day over twenty five." Dominique teases, though she knows that he's right. Rex mentored her father in hunting and later, when her father refused to teach her all the tips and tricks of the trade, taught her as well. Rex had been in Dominique's life for as long as she could remember. While his same gentle spirit and wisdom remained the same, his fire for hunting diminished shortly after Dominique's father was killed on a hunt. Rex helped Dominique renovate her old family home into the bar and hung up his hunting boots for good.

Rex looks over at Dominique and shakes his head, sweeping a large pile of dirt and dust into a dustpan. "I think I'll leave the partying to you youngsters." Dominique slides the till drawer shut and goes to grab the mop. "Why don't you head out? I'll finish up here." Rex offers. Dominique opens her mouth to speak but swiftly shuts it, knowing that there is no point in arguing with the old man.

"Alright, but don't go getting drunk in here without me." Dominique jokes, going to the back room to grab her jacket. She shrugs it on and grabs her helmet from the bench.

"I won't, scout's honour." Rex retorts, sticking his fingers up in a salute. Dominique gives him a quick hug before heading out to the parking lot.

Dominique puts on her helmet and slides onto her motorcycle, cringing at the sudden coldness of the metal against her legs. She checks the time on her watch before revving the engine and taking off towards the fair.

Pulling up in front of the festival, she parks her motorcycle and lodges the helmet on the seat, clipping it closed around a beam of metal. She looks around, the sweet and mildly nauseating smell of carnival food invading her nose and flooding her senses. Children play tag, weaving between booths and light posts, young couples sit with fingers intertwined and heads on shoulders underneath the dimming light, adults sit and chat over large corn-dogs and solo cups of beer. To the naked eye, it would almost seem normal. Dominique scoffs at the thought. Nothing is normal in Moonlight.

Before abandoning her motorcycle, she pats the inside of her leather jacket, feeling around for the long, silver dagger she keeps attached there. As her delicate fingers feel the cold metal beneath her fingers, she decides to head in. What a night this would be.

Dominique grabs a wristband and heads inside. She keeps a close eye on each person who walks past her. Some people, she knew. After all, it was hard not to know your neighbors when you've lived in the same town since birth. Some people she didn't know, and this was unsettling. Were they humans? Were they vampires? Were they werewolves? She couldn't usually tell just from a glance. All she knew is she had to stay on her toes. Dominique heads over to the edge of the pier and leans against the rail casually, looking over the crowds. Hopefully, nothing would be too bad tonight.

That's simply wishful thinking.

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typical post length| 1-5 paragraphs
how active are you?| I'm fairly active but when I'm away for an extended period of time, I will let you know
do you agree to follow all the rules?| of course!​

 

[Rumble Fish]

Name:
Sydney Hudson

Nickname:
Syd,
Blue

Age:
22

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Bisexual​

Talent:
Youtuber and music producer

Appearance:

Eye Color:
Blue

Hair Color:
Blue (naturally blonde)

Height/Weight:
5’6 and roughly 150 lbs

Body Type:
Typical, on the slightly heavy side especially around her stomach

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.
Many tattoos along her arms, neck, chest and a belly-button piercing

Personality:
+Clever +Funny +A bit nuts +Fun
-Brutally honest -Lazy -Talks too much -Insecure

Bio:

Spoiler: Bio

Sydney was born and brought up in LA. She had a fairly average life until her parents separated when she was young. Her father got custody which suited Sydney as she was closer to her father anyway. After some time, he remarried but his new wife seemed to have it out for Sydney, if she had to guess it was due to her closeness to her father. They butted heads numerously throughout the years which eventually resulted in Sydney being thrown out of the house, her dad unable to do anything as he was also under her rule. Sydney ended up staying with her older sister who then raised her through her teens and into adulthood.

Through her teens, and after doing less than pleasurable in school and having little, Sydney felt like life was meaningless until her sister took her out to different places around the city attempting to give her purpose until Sydney stumbled upon a shop that contained EDM music which she eventually fell in love with. After a few years of listening to it, she decided wanted to make that music and share it with the world but wait how would she share it with the world she thought as she watched her favourite YouTubers and listened to music. That's when she chose her profession and purpose in life

Likes:
Music, drinking, parties, movies, her motorbike, dogs, video games, food (lots of food), her pet gecko, Cola, curry, night time

Dislikes:
Country music, fish, smoking, people who take themselves too seriously, energy drinks, guns, violence

Writing Sample:

Spoiler: Sample

The ungodly screech of Colt’s phone rang through the woman’s whisky sodden mind like a fire alarm. The woman groaned as she sat up, holding onto her head as it thumped in her hands. What was she doing last night? The empty wine bottle and whisky on her sideboard gave her the answer.

What did this stupid machine want? Lifting the phone she looked at the annoyingly bright screen. The middle school? Why would they go there for quarantine? What was going on? With a sigh, Colt sat up. She reached to her sideboard and took her nerve medication. She either took these or she'd be screaming in agony over the pain in a limb that was not even there.

Christ she hated this. She glared at the prosthetic leaning on the wall next to her bed. Now she saw it she remembered what had caused this hangover. She wore shorts the day before when going out (the rarity that she did) to the shops. And she heard the one phrase from a snotty nosed kid that she hated more than anything else.

“Mommy, what happened to that girl’s leg?”

Just when she was having a somewhat good day too… if that little snorter knew anything about what she had done before losing her leg he wouldn't have said any of that. Not just kids, but even other bloody adults! Why couldn't people just have respect?

What is your typical post length?:
Can fluctuate between three to almost nine paragraphs, depends on what I am responding to.

How active are you?:
Too active, I should get a life.

Do you agree to follow all the rules?:
No. Joking, of course.​

 

[Dazzle]

Name: Rowan Whicker
Nickname: Ro
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Talent (Model, Actor, Singer, etc): Actor

Appearance: (REALISTIC pictures only please!)

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height/Weight: 6'3"
Body Type: Athletic
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc:

Spoiler: Tattoo

Personality: He's an arrogant guy who thinks he's better than most, he's an extremely good actor, which is great for the career he wants, but not great for keeping people around.

Bio: Rowan didn't grow up with much, but despite his upcoming he is extremely arrogant. He thinks he's better than most people, even when he hasn't had much experience acting. Rowan grew up with three sisters and two brothers, the middle child of all the craziness. So not only was he one of six, but he had extreme middle child syndrome. He never would get much attention from his parents, he wasn't the first kid, and he wasn't the baby.

However when he got involved with the high school spring play as a freshman, he found that his parents would actually pay attention to him. And not only that, he had the entire school watching him. From that point on, being obsessed with attention, he decided to follow his dream to LA to try to make it as an actor.

Likes: Family, Movies, Chinese Food
Dislikes: Sushi, HIMYM(tv show), Cats
Other:
Theme Song: (optional)


Name: Iris Anne Gilmore
Nickname: Ris
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight?
Talent (Model, Actor, Singer, etc): Model/Singer

Appearance:

Eye Color: Grey/Blue
Hair Color: Brown with copper highlights
Height/Weight: 5'6", 135
Body Type: Slim
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: Ears only

Personality: Sweet but impressionable, extremely gullible, cares about people too much. She is afraid of being alone.
Bio: Iris grew up with a perfect life, a family that supported her and her dreams. Until she ended up dating an older guy, that she thought she'd be with forever. She quit high school to follow him to LA and make 'their' dreams come true. However not long after getting there he dumped her for a girl he had been cheating on her with.

Now homeless, abandoned by her parents, and knowing no one besides her Ex, she had to make her way in the city. For a while she played on street corners with her guitar, only to realize that very few people liked country music. Iris got a job at Starbucks where she met Greg who offered her a place at L.A. Devotees.

Likes: People, Parties, Country music
Dislikes: Rap, Starbucks, her EX
Other:
Theme Song: (optional)




Writing Sample: Must have proper grammar and be at least 3 paragraphs

Spoiler: Writing Sample

Carter knew that June wasn't anywhere near as bad as Adriane. But she also knew that Mason was blind to anything Adriane did, he thought everything she did for him was an act of true love. It wasn't Mason's fault he didn't know what genuine love was, considering the home he grew up in. Hell Carter wasn't sure what love even was.

But she knew what caring was, and she cared for the people around her. She knew Adriane didn't care about Mason, it was just a game to her. "Mason was a great person before you. He didn't need to to change everything about him, just so YOU could be seen with him." She could feel herself fuming she knew that Adriane was looking to get a reaction out of someone, to make her look like the victim in all of this.

"Even if you did all those things for him, that doesn't make you the better person. That doesn't give you the RIGHT to cause pain in the rest of his life." She took a deep breath, stepping towards Adriane. "You realize keeping the kid and running off, isn't what Mason wanted right? He wanted you, he wanted a family, what he never really got, and thought he would finally have it with you." She ignored her comment about her hair, she dyed her hair for herself, and didn't need to prove that to a low life like Adriane.

"I know you Adriane. I'm not the same girl you remember" She looked her up and down. "You don't scare me." She started to walk backwards, adjusting her messenger bag. "You won't get me to fight you that easily." She turned away from her, looking back over her shoulder once more. "And remember, you're not the victim here." She threw her a wink, before leaving, she wasn't going to let Adriane take control this time, she wasn't the scared freshman Adriane once knew.

What is your typical post length?: About 2/3 paragrahs
How active are you?: Relatively active
Do you agree to follow all the rules?: Yes?
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[Ungifted ;-;]

Name:Rose Adams

Name: Rose Adams

Age/Gender:20,Female

Sexuality:"I'm comfortable with both!"

Talents:Modeling,Acting,Directing, Singing

Nickname:Flower,Rose,Rosa

Appearance:
Eyes-Hazel
Hair Color: Dark Shade of Brown
Height/Weight:5'4 & 124 lbs.
Body Type:Slim

Spoiler: ~•Tattoos•~

Aunt's Name on Forearm

Rosa's Favorite Quote
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Personality:

Imagine the only person you loved gone forever and is not coming back only in soul.Julias death caused Rosa an nervous breakdown and currently Rosa takes meds for.Otherwise Rosa is really loyal,kind,and friendly (especially to females).Rosa tends to take meds when she is angry or feeling left out or sad.Which is not supposed to happen.

"To my parents,I was never good enough..."

Spoiler: "Was I ever good in your eyes?"

Biography:Rosa was never good at things she ever did,at least to her parents.Rosa has inherited her aunt's jewelery collection after she passed.Rosas aunt Julia was everything to Rosa and Rosa couldn't stand to live without her.Rosa decided to make an living for herself instead of staying here with her badass mother and father.Rosa had alot of great qualities about her and she was good at everything.Maybe because she possess all of her aunt's characteristics and qualities.Rosas mother wasn't always bad just when she got on drugs.Rosas mom was nice and had an model shape with an beautiful voice.Oh man what Happened is what alot of people say about Rosa's mother and Rosa can't blame them.

Spoiler: Writing Sample-Twin Thorn

Amber Ella
Eldwood
Amber was falling asleep when her dad shook her."Wake up,we are here."Amber rolled her eyes wondering why she didn't sit on the other side of the carriage.Not like that would stop him aanyway."I'm awake father."Ambers dad mentioned why they were here but she never really paid attention,let alone cared."You are here to safe our kingdom from falling all the way apart.If you don't change your attitude...you will ruin the kingdom.Understand?"Amber knew what he meant by that and she shifted in her seat.Before she replied she looked outside at the pretty scenary.Amber looked at her fathers face who was still waiting for an answer."I understand father.I will only do this for the kingdom,but if he has no interest in me then you have to make a new plan."
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Amber didn't want to offer her hand,and she wouldn't have if her father haven't told her about the kingdom and how bad it was getting.Amber couldn't let that happen.After all she did care about the kingdom.They were going across a bridge,and the next thing she knew they were outside of the castle.The guard was coming up to the door when she whispered to herself "For the kingdom."Then the guard opened the door as her father got out the guard held up his hand to let her out.She kept thinking those same words as she took his hand and stepped down.Ambers dad was giving her a look when she noticed she was slouching,Amber quickly straightened up as she remembered her etiquette lessons back home.
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Ambers father spoke to the guard who said "You've came earlier then expected."Amber knew that they had came early since they left early because her father insisted.This was another reason why she wish he would've waited to leave.Amber could've took a nap and everything,but he wanted to get here quick.Amber felt her face get hot,she took a few breaths to make it cool.The guards were leading Amber and her father into the marvelously built castle.Amber thought this castle was actually not ugly,unlike most she has seen when she goes on "trips"with her father.

Likes: Hanging around people|Reading|Singing|Taking pictures of her whole body(Full body pics)|Lattes or Hot Chocolate|
Dislikes:|Judgy Ass People|Noisy People|Bossiness|Rock Music

Extra:
I am originally from France,So I speak fluent French.With an accent.
Theme Songs:




Typical Post length:2-4(On really great days,which is not lately maybe an six)
How active: Pretty Active (If i have no essays soon,which I'll keep you posted on)
I agree to follow the rules.

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[Maree]

Tristan Reneaux​

“If you admire someone, you should go ahead and tell them. People never get the flowers while they can still smell them"

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basic information:
Name: Tristan Reneaux
Nickname: Tris
Age: Twenty
Talent: Rapper / Dancer
Sexuality: Pansexual

Appearance:
Eye Colour: Dark brown
Hair Color: Black
Height/Weight: 6ft / 160lbs
Body Type: Athletic
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: none

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persona:
personality: Creative, Inteligent, Opimistic, Impulsive, Opinionated, Materialisticic.

likes: Dance, Making music, Hard liquor, Cooking, The Ocean, Conspiracy theories, Reading, Puzzles.

dislikes: Dislikes: Spiders, People who talk too much, Birds, Sour candy, Sand, Vanilla ice cream, Rasin cookies.

Fears: Forest Fires

Theme Song: Tba

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biography:
History: There was no doubting that Tristan was going to be popular. He was born of high school sweethearts Amelia Carrington and Louis Reneaux. Amelia was a legacy at Constance and Louis had transferred from Paris to St. Jude’s school. His father was a charmer just like him and quickly climbed the ranks, no one could resist a French accent. His parents fell for each other shortly after meeting and were high school sweethearts. After college they built their own fashion company from the ground up, quickly taking the country by storm. By the time Tristan was born his parents had made their own fortune on top of what they already had from their parents who were also extremely wealthy. This meant he was destined to be spoiled. His baby clothes were either designed by his parents or other high-end fashion designers. He always had everything he could ever ask for before he could even speak.

When Tristan was five his parents gave birth to his little sister Belle. Between the awe of a new baby and running a fashion empire, Tristan was often handed off to the care of his nanny. He was pretty much raised by his nanny Maria. His parents had the rich person version of having kids where someone else takes care of the hard parts and they just have the title and love. He didn’t mind so much as he got to explore whatever he wanted. If he wanted to do dance, sure. Ice skating? Why not. Maria wouldn’t let him take up fire breathing like he wanted when he was ten though.

Tristan never had an issue standing out, he had inherited his father's charm from a young age and always had the most fashionable clothes. It helped that he had a slight French accent that made all the ladies swoon, another thing he had his father to thank for. If his personality wasn’t so alluring he might have been made fun of for his skin colour or the fact that he sometimes wore ‘girly’ colours. There were some people who tried to bring him down with hateful comments but he had always been too confident to let other people bring him down. When high school came around he quickly slid up the ranks of popularity, shooting down and destroying the reputation of anyone who tried to challenge him. Afterall no one could compare when it came to charm. Like most, he did struggle sometimes with his body image, not that he would let anyone know. It usually results in him trying a wacky diet and exercising more for a couple of weeks until he is happy.

High school was also where he discovered new yorks underground rap scene. He and some friends had stumbled across it while out one night. Once he got a taste he couldn’t resist going back. It didn’t take long before he managed to get one of the performers to teach him all about rap. Tristan started going every night to practise his skills he was good enough to start entering competitions. After years of participating in all sorts of competitions. He attended one where he bumped into Greg who signed him to his talent agency. So he packed up his stuff and headed out to L.A where his future awaited.

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[Noivian]

"Tonight we are victorious!"

Name: Victoria Hall
Nickname: Vickie (she will kill you if you call her this), Tori
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Talent: Twitch/Youtube streamer, singer/songwriter, artist

Appearance
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Height/Weight: 5'4", 120 lbs.
Body Type: Thin and lean
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: Ear piercings, that's it

"I'm like a scarf trick, it's all up the sleeve..."

Personality:
+ Empathetic
+ Generous
+ Mediator
- Nosy
- Oblivious
- Competitive

Bio:
Victoria Hall was born in Los Angeles, to a loving pair of parents. They worked hard many days to give her a life of comfort they didn't have as children, though it often left her alone at nights as they worked double shifts and multiple jobs. A southern Cali girl, she spent most of the warmer days on the beaches and the warm nights at skate parks, spending her allowance on burritos and all kinds of boards, from surfboards to longboards. When she was thirteen, she discovered Twitch. On the days it was too cold to go to the beach, Victoria would stay inside and watch her favorite streamers playing video games. She had her own laptop that could run games, but it wasn't anywhere near powerful enough to run the games and stream at the same time. So instead, she took up learning to draw, slowly working her way into the art streaming group on Twitch. Between the ages of sixteen and twenty, Victoria spent what time she didn't devote to school and homework became streaming time. Along with picking up art, Victoria picked up music, spending some of her savings on guitar and piano lessons, though when she did stream her singing and playing it didn't give her as much followers as her art did.

After graduating high school, Victoria briefly gave college a try, enrolling and promptly dropping out of community college. She devoted more and more of her time to her streaming, but no matter how much or how long she streamed, Victoria just never seemed to gain enough followers or viewers to make a solid income. She took up a part-time job as a barista at Starbucks, and started saving her checks to not only move out of her parents' house, but also buy herself a hefty computer to play games and stream on. It was while she was working that she met Greg Beach, and after he viewed her streams, decided to sign her onto the contract, allowing her to move out and into the group's home. Victoria hopes she can make it before the contract expires, and hopes to also make new friends while living with everyone.

Likes:
+ Brown sugar milk tea
+ Being outdoors
+ Surfing, skating, hiking, biking
+ Korean BBQ
Dislikes:
- Coffee with no cream or sugar
- Staying up more than 16 hours (Except for special 24 hr stream events)
- Staying indoors all day
- Being told she can't do something
Other: None
Theme Song:


Writing Sample:

Spoiler

Victoria spun in her computer chair, staring at the ceiling. That was a long stream, but alas, no one new had decided to follow her. It was just the same five or six people from last stream. Lacing her fingers together, she pushed her palms towards the ceiling, sitting forwards and popping both her back and finger joints at the same time. Releasing her fingers, she stretched her arms out to the side, and flopped backwards into the chair with satisfaction. Well, now that her daily stream was over with, perhaps it was time to do something for herself? Springing up, Victoria made her way to the bathroom, taking a moment to look at herself in the full length mirror in the hallway. She had chosen to wear a cute blouse and polka-dot pleated skirt combo today for the stream. She had even done her makeup, though upon closer inspection the wings of her eyeliner were uneven. How had she not noticed? Ah, well, what's done is done.

Stepping into the bathroom, she carefully removed the pastel blouse she was wearing and slipped on the stained t-shirt she used for dying hair and cleaning her face. Taking makeup remover on a cotton pad, she proceeded to scrub her face clean of makeup, and completed the routine with a through wash and moisturize. Pulling her honey brown locks out of the simple side braid she had put it into for the stream, she twisted them about and pulled it into a messy bun, which she then covered with a beanie, allowing the bangs to hang out a bit in the front. Heading out of the bathroom, she then went into her room to change into something less... frilly. A tank with a plaid flannel over top, short shorts with frayed edges and a pair of low-rise socks to go with her vans. Grabbing her long board and her aviators, she tucked her phone, keys and wallet into a small over the shoulder purse and stepped out into the mid-day Los Angeles sun. Time to have some fun.

What is your typical post length?: My typical post length is about 1-2 paragraphs.
How active are you?: I've been inactive for a while, but I'm looking to change that now. I suffer from depression, and get anxious the longer I leave something unread, which means that if I skip a day of replies I might have a problem...
Do you agree to follow all the rules?: Of course.​

 

[landflier]

“You can tear down an empire, but you’d better expect it to rebuild.”

Name:
Catriana Khalif

Nickname:
Kat, Kitty (if you have a death wish); her online username was
originally “King Kat”, but as she grew an audience and matured
in age she updated it to “Kat K.”

Age:
23

Gender:
Female
she/her/hers
She was assigned female at birth and does not
experience gender dysphoria, making her a cis woman

Sexuality:
Lesbian
Kat experiences attraction to other women,
and other women exclusively. She is very open
about her orientation online, having been out of the closet
since her teenage years

Talent:
YouTuber, with a history in singing
All throughout middle and high school, Kat was an avid
participant in the choir, however her appreciation for music
did not quite extend to the idea of creating it herself.
Although she has qualms about the music industry, she started her
own YouTube channel when she dropped out of uni, and finally feels like she
has discovered the right career path.

Appearance:
[Faceclaim - Vanessa Morgan]

Catriana is biracial, with her mother being East African and her father being
of a Dutch and English descent. She has a smooth, light brown complexion,
and a soft, round face.

Eye Color:
Deep brown, rich and dark
like her hair

Hair Color:
Naturally a dark brown, the woman
enjoys dying her locks a variety of colors, her style ranging
from honey-gold highlights to bubblegum-pink streaks

Height/Weight:
At 5’3”, Kat is a rather small person,
weighing in at only about 115 pounds

Body Type:
Considering the previous stats, it is easy
to infer than she is of a petite, lean build
This is not an athlete, and although she hits the gym
to maintain adequate health, you won’t catch her lifting dumbbells;
her both is soft, and although she has a small percentage of fat,
you’re wouldn’t notice Kat to be muscled

Personality:
+Easygoing
+Humorous
+Unprejudiced
-Temperamental
-Selfish
-Conceited

Bio:

Spoiler: A Brief History

Growing up in the middle of Arizona could be quite the mundane existence, but the optimistic young Kat tried to make the most of it. Perhaps a bit overzealous, she spent most of her long, hot desert days at her school, where she made the effort to participate in as many extracurricular as she could manage to squeeze herself into. Although she quit soccer, the one sport she attempted, the young woman did find herself involved in student council, drama club, choir, AV club, and even founded a GSA.
Given that she lived with her single father and older brother in a tiny apartment, she didn’t want to spend much time at home.
Being the dorky, and a bit aggressive, person that she is, Kat wasn’t the most popular girl in school. Her only friends were the librarian and a few of the other outcasts, mostly nerdy guys who spaced out when she went on political rants or questioned their pop culture awareness.
As she got older, it became apparent to Catriana that she wanted to get involved with politics as a career. The issue? College tuition was absolutely beyond any budget her father could think to muster, and her tiny high school wasn’t quite reputable.
Dreams sounded, she attended state college for a few years and found out that she absolutely hated it. Being surrounded by meatheads with no interest in education was bad, but it was worse that she was trying to study teaching when she had no interest in the field.
Fortunately, Kat had been spending a lot of time on the internet. The rise of online influencers intrigued the young woman, and considering how much she had to tell the world, it felt like starting a YouTube channel was a given for her.

Likes:
-Animals, especially small dogs
-Politics, she can be too vocal (identifies as a central liberal)
-Bikes, both motorcycles and bicycles
-The internet, social media
-Swimming, beaches

Dislikes:
-Camping/spending long periods outdoors without reason
-Capitalism as the basis of any government
-Organized sports, especially US football
-Predjudiced people/those opposing her core values

Other:
N/A

Theme Song:


Writing Sample:

Spoiler: Excerpt

“Have a nice day,” the cashier mumbled, but Lynn could tell that the young man was distracted. She accepted the small grocery bag from his trembling hand and followed his gaze across the store, noticing a tiny box TV hanging from the ceiling.

The door slammed behind Lynn with such force that she nearly expected the glass to shatter at her feet. It was the umpteenth time that Saturday she had observed the newscast, and her stinging tears had dried up across her sharp cheeks, evaporating into a quiet, quaking fury.
How many strange girls would turn up lifeless before somebody put an end to the small-town horrors?
Who was to blame for the tragedy, a negligent police force or the evil of devils themselves?
Who would be the next victim?

Pebbles clattered across the asphalt noisily, her Vans kicking up dirt into a puffing cloud as she stalked down the street. From her clenched fist hung the lonely grocery bag, swinging mildly with the weight of her iced tea bottle and tin of mints. She’d considered picking up some snacks for her sisters as well, but hadn’t noticed them in the orphanage that morning.
The orphanage.
An already welling ball of resent mounted in Lynn’s tight chest. Recently, in the wake of these absurd killings, she’d felt more discontented than ever with her status in life. Being stranded in the middle of nowhere since her childhood has been fine for awhile, but the growing woman felt stuck in her cursed hometown.
It was like the Jenkins, Harrisons, Reeds, Bennetts, and any other poor unfortunate soul to wind up in Waverly were doomed, suspended in a ghostly purgatory between the scorching sun overhead and the hellfire it mirrored, licking at the soil underfoot.
And it was a trap. Lynn wanted to escape, to flee from this prison of dry desert desolation or to at least see something become of the wasteland.
But couldn’t very well abandon her sisters, especially under the looming fear of their female progenitor’s existence somewhere locked up in a straightjacket.

Heaving a weary sigh, Lynn made herself count to ten and loosen the vice clench of her jaw. Her antsy feet had carried her across the center of town to Waverly’s library.
Hesitating, she stared blankly into the wooden door for a moment. It was far from her typical hangout, but she wasn’t very well looking to visit a crime scene in her current state.

Inside, the librarian turned pointedly away from her incoming visitor, pretending to busy herself with a stack of books behind the counter. Another lonely old woman peered over a dusty volume to shoot Lynn a wary look, clearly demonstrating the typical attitude towards her complicated family.
With a deep sigh, her lanky form plopped down into a seat at the rear of the library. She was grateful for the dim lighting back here, behind a few antiquated shelves, offering a cool respite from the harsh sun. Closing her eyes, she plucked her wide black sun hat from head and deposited it onto the little table beside her.

What is your typical post length?:
At least 3-6 paras, or an average of 500+ words.
I’m human, and my responses fluctuate greatly
in length, but they would definitely never be less than 3

How active are you?:
I get busy during weekdays, but still have at
least an hour of free time most of the time. I’m active
pretty much all weekend, especially mornings/nights
[Eastern Standard Time]

Do you agree to follow all the rules?:
Yes​

 

[EricSings]

** I mainly use mobile, so this requires me to attach pictures.

BASICS
Name: Anthony Neil Lennox
Age: Twenty-five
Gender: Man
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sexuality: Homosexual
Talent: Singing, voice acting
Face Claim: Eric Huggins

APPEARANCE
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Height/Weight: 5'11" and 170 lbs
Body Type: Toned
Tattoos/Piercings: He has music notes behind his left ear.

PERSONALITY
Some of his positive personality traits include his optimism, creativeness and honest nature.

Some of his negative personality traits include that he is sometimes lazy, dramatic, and secretive.

Likes: Animals, pop music, cloudy weather, singing, certain video games, flowers, fruity beverages, old cars, trying new foods, cartoons, shopping, and meeting new people.
Dislikes: Being cold, liars, avocados, and untidiness.

Biography: Anthony hails from Phoenix, the desert city in Arizona. His parents were always arguing ever since he was young, and decided to divorce when Anthony was eight-year-old. Daniel Lennox, Anthony's father, had a gambling problem and was addicted to alcohol. He claimed to love Katherine Lennox, but she was tired of him always being drunk and spending their money. Although his father was willing to care for him, Anthony chose to stay with his mother in Phoenix while his father moved elsewhere. Not only was he happy to stay with his mother, but he was also thankful he didn't have to move. The family of two remained strong, and Katherine got another job to support her son alone.

As Anthony grew older, he did a pretty good job of staying out of trouble. His mom worked a lot, so he spent a lot of time by himself. He enjoyed hanging out with friends, playing video games, and excelled in literature arts in school. During high school, he associated with some party kids for a while, but that didn't last long. Anthony grew passionate about choir, and would often be heard singing in the hallways at school. When he turned sixteen, he got his first job at Albertson's.

Once senior year rolled around, he was trying to figure out what he wanted to do afterwards. A part of him wanted to go art school, while there was also part of him that wanted to pursue singing. He eventually graduated high school, and even managed to keep his job. Most of the money he made he was able to save, and because he graduated, his mother helped him buy a 2009 Toyota Camry as his first car. Anthony got into video game tournaments and practiced singing, and although he didn't go to college, he became a manager for his customer service job. After playing a video game he considers to be one his favorite turn-based games ever, he was inspired by the voice acting and soundtrack. He then began practicing different voices and singing the songs that were in the video game, receiving many compliments from his friends and mother. Believing that this was something he was skilled at, he decided to move to Los Angeles in hopes of being a part of a video game or even a movie as a voice actor. He moved in with his uncle who promised him a room and a job, and eventually met Greg Beach who signed him onto a contract for his vocal talent.

Spoiler: Writing Sample

The sun was just beginning to reveal itself when Emmanuel's phone alarm began to beep. He arrived in Pennysylvania late in the evening the night before, and was to stay the night at a hotel before making his way to his new school in the morning. Instead of groaning at the sound of his alarm, the young man awoke instantly and turned the alarm off. Noticing he had some text messages from his mother, he opened them.

'Make sure you get there on time! The chauffer will be waiting for you in the lobby. I love you!'

The junior pushed several large pillows off of his body, and sat upright to stretch his arms above his head. He was excited and nervous about today, but mostly eager to begin learning in a new environment and be a part of the foreign exchange program. Figuring if he hurry up and get ready, he would have enough time to partake in the free breakfast before he was to go to GEO. Rising from the comfy bed, Emmanuel enters the bathroom to brush his teeth, shower, and dress himself. Today he decided to wear a knit, maroon long sleeved shirt. He then slipped on a pair of slim, dark wash Levi jeans before putting on a pair of fashionable, dark brown boots. Reaching for his towel, he uses it to dry his curly hair a little more before throwing it on the counter.

His stomach speaks to him.

"Better get going..." He says to himself in a gentle tone. Gathering his bathroom essentials and putting them into their respective cases, he then places them into his suitcase. He has three others that were delivered to the school the night he arrived. With a deep breath, Emmanuel makes sure he has all of his belongings, and makes way for the hotel lobby. The new atmosphere of Pennsylvania still excited him, and was still doing his best to grasp the entire situation. After going down an elevator, he found himself in the main lobby. He checks his silver, Zoo York watch that reads 7:15 A.M. and proceeds to the breakfast area. His chauffeur would be be there in roughly fifteen minutes to pick him up, so he made sure to eat some eggs, a muffin, and drink some orange juice.

Once the familiar man with a shiny bald head arrived to take him to GEO, Emmanuel smiles in his direction and puts his bags in the trunk. The drive there was rather short, though he admired the different plant life and diverse people on the way. Arriving before the prestigious GEO Academy, Emmanuel grabs his bags and bids the man farewell, hurrying to meet up with the group. He runs a hand through locks of dark brown hair, and takes his place at the back of the group.

This school year was going to be epic.

What is your typical post length?: Three to six paragraphs
How active are you?: I check my RPNation everyday. :3
Do you agree to follow all the rules?: Of course!

 

[COTimberWolf1942]

Name: Killian George Rukin
Nickname: "Georgie"

Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi-Curious
Talent: Singer
Eye Color: Grassy Green
Hair Color: Black
Height/Weight: 6'1/190lbs
Body Type: Athletic

Tattoos...

(Chest)

Spoiler: Ink

(Left Arm)

Spoiler: Ink

Personality: Georgie is an enigma. He loves be the life of the party and the center of attention but he also values his privacy and solitude, he can be moody when he wants both but can't decide whats best for himself. Thanks to his alienation at family functions by his siblings, he is also shy and nervous, always second guessing whatever decision he makes when its in front of people, if he had the money then he would have gone to a therapist long ago but without the money he is constantly guessing his mental health. He is kind though, if someone asks him for the shirt off his back then he is more then willing to give it to them, it was one of the traits his mom instilled in him as a young child and it's never left him. The one bad thing about him is that... Georgie holds a grudge and will just disappear into the winds when he decided that he doesn't want to be with anyone ever again, it's the reason why he left home in the first place.

Background: Georgie grew up everywhere in Europe, rarely sticking around in one place because his father was a low level government officer that followed around the Prime Minister as a secretary and worked towards increasing his position and stature so son and father rarely saw eye to eye on much. His mother though was a constant companion, always teaching her son to be a gentle and more relaxed, she was a strange woman who didn't match with the personality of her husband but somehow they made a wonderful team. Despite moving from one place to another almost yearly, Georgie was able to reach out to people his age and make wonderful friends who were loyal to him no matter what, always managing to keep close despite the constant movement in his life. Around age 13, the Rukin clan settled down in Manchester and grew by three more children, their tiny row house was full of people but cozy with warmth and love. Georgia followed his mom's path in life, while his siblings were more obsessed with a power grab or increasing their wealth, he opted to learn how to play guitar and how to sing. He was the butt of many jokes in his family but his mother always kept him going, even though she could see that he was becoming the black sheep of his siblings, almost alienated during family events. At 20 years old, Georgie made a decision that would impact not just him but everyone around him and on the day of his twentieth birthday, he simply left everything he had ever known behind and moved to the US on a student visa. He sent a letter to his mom explaining everything about he felt when he got to New York City, leaving his new number just for her to call if she needed to speak to him. For the next year, he busted his back working late night shifts and singing on the streets, barely making ends meet as he auditioned with agency after agency to secure any sort of contract that he could. Sometimes he was lucky but mostly he was met with heart break and depression, but finally an agent got in contact with him and soon... Georgie was on a plane to Los Angeles and his dream might just succeed.

Likes: Sushi (Love), Cold Weather, Dogs (big or small), Kittens, Flowers, Poetry

Dislikes: Rain, Cactus, Greedy People, Everything Being Too Quiet

Theme Song​

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Spoiler: Writing Sample

"Elijah..." The voice on the other side of the radio was Ruby, the small town sheriff's department faithful secretary who refused to retire in her old age, the static made her sound a little older but Ruby was still a spitfire who wasn't afraid to arrest someone by herself even though she didn't have the power.

"Yes Ruby?" Elijah Hudson smiled to himself, Maggie P was asleep in the passenger seat with her chin resting on the door, melting into a wrinkling sleeping pile of dog. The reports had been written and Elijah was just about to head home for the night when Ruby hailed him on the radio.

"Sam Wilkins is calling again, says someone is spray painting his store right." The voice crackled through again and Elijah sighed loudly, he hated the old man Wilkins, he was the most vile old man in this town but Elijah just had to drive by right? That was it. He was a crazy demented old man who was probably seeing things.

"Alright, last call of the night... Call Anna or Sam, I'm going home after this." The black SUV pulled away from the curb and hit the road, the bloodhound in the passenger seat was pretty indifferent to everything that was going on because she was asleep and that was it, it was her bedtime and no one would stop her from that. The drive to Sam Wilkins place wasn't long, it was just across town and thankfully it was in the same direction as Elijah's home, so he could just look at this place then leave. "Stay here Miss P, I'll be quick." He reached over and gave her an ear rub, that she barely acknowledged, before he left he vehicle and walked over to the back gate. "Whoever is back there... I swear to god if you're doing shit to Wilkins building, I'm gonna arrest you." He didn't wait long before tossing open the back gate to the property, stepping in.

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What is your typical post length? 1-3 Paragraphs
How active are you? On RPN Daily
Do you agree to follow all the rules? Yes​

 

[AntheaEspe]

Name: Kiana Rose Schneider

Nicknames: Kia, Kiki, Rose, Rosie this one will garner the stink eye.

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bicurious, leaning towards bisexual

Talent: A YouTuber with a semi-large following. Bases her videos around a mixture of drama and true crime

Appearance:

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Blond, occasionally with red streaks/ends.

Height/Weight: 5’4 135lbs

Body Type: Slim, but with curves and love handles.

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.:

Spoiler: Forearm tattoo

Personality:

(+): understanding, goofy, extremely flirty, loves to drink

(-) Sarcastic, takes things too far, sometimes snide, can’t take a compliment and argumentative

Bio:

Kiana grew up in the Adirondacks of New York State, a place that she always vowed that she would leave. Growing up, she was well off money wise and never had to worry about a thing, until her father tragically died. It was then that she started coping by watching YouTube, reading fanfictions, and secluding herself in her room. Her mother was never happy with anything she did, and constantly verbally abused her from age 13 until she left for College a few towns away. Kiana spent the first year studying animal biology and found it to be fascinating, but it soon became too much, and she ended up switching majors, eventually deciding upon criminal investigations. It was during her second semester as an investigator that she started posting videos on YouTube detailing crimes that she discussed in her Criminal Justice classes. Her videos didn’t take off at first, but after a year of consistent posting, she was soon deemed to be one of the best True Crime channels.

But with fame came some unsavory outcomes. Kiana spent a good chunk of a year being stalked by a man that she was never able to identify. She’d wake up to notes pasted on her dorm door, several missed calls from the same unknown number, texts that detailed how much he loved her, poems of how they could love each other, and eventually it escalated to the point that she was afraid to leave her room. She swore that she could see someone duck behind buildings, doorways, and trees every time she left her tiny room. Kiana brought it up to campus police, who then checked on her on a nightly basis and constantly viewed the cameras in her dorm room. The stalking calmed down, and eventually all of the messages stopped as well.

It didn’t take long for her to start earning enough money from her growing popularity to make a decent living. Eventually she decided to end her college career, and with the help of her manager, she moved to L.A in order to maximize her success. At first, she lived in a small apartment that truly only had one nice room, which happened to be her filming room/bedroom. She spent the next year in this apartment, growing her success, making connections, and falling in love with the City that was so much different than her little farming town. At the age of 20, she met Greg Beach, and eventually switched from her initial manager to one that told her that he could make her millions. 2 months shy of her 21st birthday, Greg made a deal with her; she was to move into a house with several other successful young adults to strengthen her connections with higher ups.

Little did she know, this was just the beginning of her story of puppy love, firsts, and heartbreak. Nor did she know it was the year that the stalking she endured would come to a head.

Likes: Bowling, Reptiles, Dogs, Cats, Recording, singing in the shower, flirting with everyone around her, books, liquor and Chinese food.

Dislikes: Sudden loud noises, fireworks, strangers, spiders, getting told she can’t do something, soup.

Other: Kiana tends to get a little hot headed when it comes to topics that she’s passionate in. She’ll straight out tell you if she thinks you’re wrong and won’t hold her tongue. She’s fact based and can pull up a scholarly article on anything she thinks is important.

Theme Song:

Writing Sample:

Spoiler: sample

She couldn’t help the swell of love at the sight of all her friends piled around her in a slumbering mess. Kiana wove her fingers through the curly brown mop of hair that was perched atop the head of one her favorite people, her fingers massaged his scalp, sending him into an even deeper sleep as he curled further into her side. Conner had been her closest friend since the 3rd grade and was the one that insisted that they had a college acceptance party. With a small smile tugging at her lips, she couldn’t help but loosen her grip from his hair only to smooth the lines on his tanned freckled cheek with the pad of her thumb. The teen next to her looked so serene, all the woes of life washed away from his face, leaving just flushed cheeks and a slight smile.

“It’s crazy that a year from now we’ll all be in different parts on the states,” she whispered, a soft edge of sadness coating her words, “I’m going to miss you more than you’ll ever know.” It was then that she turned on her side to face him, her hand splayed out against his entire left cheek as she drank in his image like a dehydrated who had been left in the desert for weeks. Kiana felt as one of her other friends pressed closer to her, snuggling securely against her back and wrapping their arm around her mid-section.

Shiny green eyes closed as she felt the burning hot sensation of incoming tears. Knowing that this wasn’t the time to get emotional over her eventual separation from those that she cared for the most, the little blond instead burrowed closer to her best friend. She slowly fell asleep to the gentle sounds of snoring radiating from a half a dozen mouths, the feel of warmth encompassing her body and the twinge of sadness in her heart that night. Despite what was soon to come, she vowed to herself that she’d always treasure this moment.

What is your typical post length? One to Two paragraphs. I usually border around 300 – 500 words if I’m confident in what to write.

How active are you?: I’ll be able to post once a week *yay college*

Do you agree to follow all the rules?: I do!

 

[a z u l a]

Name: Kiana Rose Schneider

Nicknames: Kia, Kiki, Rose, Rosie this one will garner the stink eye.

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bicurious, leaning towards bisexual

Talent: A YouTuber with a semi-large following. Bases her videos around a mixture of drama and true crime

Appearance:

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Blond, occasionally with red streaks/ends.

Height/Weight: 5’4 135lbs

Body Type: Slim, but with curves and love handles.

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.:

Spoiler: Forearm tattoo

Personality:

(+): understanding, goofy, extremely flirty, loves to drink

(-) Sarcastic, takes things too far, sometimes snide, can’t take a compliment and argumentative

Bio:

Kiana grew up in the Adirondacks of New York State, a place that she always vowed that she would leave. Growing up, she was well off money wise and never had to worry about a thing, until her father tragically died. It was then that she started coping by watching YouTube, reading fanfictions, and secluding herself in her room. Her mother was never happy with anything she did, and constantly verbally abused her from age 13 until she left for College a few towns away. Kiana spent the first year studying animal biology and found it to be fascinating, but it soon became too much, and she ended up switching majors, eventually deciding upon criminal investigations. It was during her second semester as an investigator that she started posting videos on YouTube detailing crimes that she discussed in her Criminal Justice classes. Her videos didn’t take off at first, but after a year of consistent posting, she was soon deemed to be one of the best True Crime channels.

But with fame came some unsavory outcomes. Kiana spent a good chunk of a year being stalked by a man that she was never able to identify. She’d wake up to notes pasted on her dorm door, several missed calls from the same unknown number, texts that detailed how much he loved her, poems of how they could love each other, and eventually it escalated to the point that she was afraid to leave her room. She swore that she could see someone duck behind buildings, doorways, and trees every time she left her tiny room. Kiana brought it up to campus police, who then checked on her on a nightly basis and constantly viewed the cameras in her dorm room. The stalking calmed down, and eventually all of the messages stopped as well.

It didn’t take long for her to start earning enough money from her growing popularity to make a decent living. Eventually she decided to end her college career, and with the help of her manager, she moved to L.A in order to maximize her success. At first, she lived in a small apartment that truly only had one nice room, which happened to be her filming room/bedroom. She spent the next year in this apartment, growing her success, making connections, and falling in love with the City that was so much different than her little farming town. At the age of 20, she met Greg Beach, and eventually switched from her initial manager to one that told her that he could make her millions. 2 months shy of her 21st birthday, Greg made a deal with her; she was to move into a house with several other successful young adults to strengthen her connections with higher ups.

Little did she know, this was just the beginning of her story of puppy love, firsts, and heartbreak. Nor did she know it was the year that the stalking she endured would come to a head.

Likes: Bowling, Reptiles, Dogs, Cats, Recording, singing in the shower, flirting with everyone around her, books, liquor and Chinese food.

Dislikes: Sudden loud noises, fireworks, strangers, spiders, getting told she can’t do something, soup.

Other: Kiana tends to get a little hot headed when it comes to topics that she’s passionate in. She’ll straight out tell you if she thinks you’re wrong and won’t hold her tongue. She’s fact based and can pull up a scholarly article on anything she thinks is important.

Theme Song:

Writing Sample:

Spoiler: sample

She couldn’t help the swell of love at the sight of all her friends piled around her in a slumbering mess. Kiana wove her fingers through the curly brown mop of hair that was perched atop the head of one her favorite people, her fingers massaged his scalp, sending him into an even deeper sleep as he curled further into her side. Conner had been her closest friend since the 3rd grade and was the one that insisted that they had a college acceptance party. With a small smile tugging at her lips, she couldn’t help but loosen her grip from his hair only to smooth the lines on his tanned freckled cheek with the pad of her thumb. The teen next to her looked so serene, all the woes of life washed away from his face, leaving just flushed cheeks and a slight smile.

“It’s crazy that a year from now we’ll all be in different parts on the states,” she whispered, a soft edge of sadness coating her words, “I’m going to miss you more than you’ll ever know.” It was then that she turned on her side to face him, her hand splayed out against his entire left cheek as she drank in his image like a dehydrated who had been left in the desert for weeks. Kiana felt as one of her other friends pressed closer to her, snuggling securely against her back and wrapping their arm around her mid-section.

Shiny green eyes closed as she felt the burning hot sensation of incoming tears. Knowing that this wasn’t the time to get emotional over her eventual separation from those that she cared for the most, the little blond instead burrowed closer to her best friend. She slowly fell asleep to the gentle sounds of snoring radiating from a half a dozen mouths, the feel of warmth encompassing her body and the twinge of sadness in her heart that night. Despite what was soon to come, she vowed to herself that she’d always treasure this moment.

What is your typical post length? One to Two paragraphs. I usually border around 300 – 500 words if I’m confident in what to write.

How active are you?: I’ll be able to post once a week *yay college*

Do you agree to follow all the rules?: I do!

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