Realistic or Modern Ooglie Booglie ♡

[Deviced]

Ooglie Booglie

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character skeleton

Hello friend, welcome to the sign-up! Before we get started, here's what's going down.

So, as you know, we would like you to use anime/ professionally draw digital art. There are plenty of great websites to find high quality artwork, such as tumblr and Huaban.com (thanks Ishi and Tails ). If you need help, PM me! I'll gladly assist you with anything you may need. That being said, both Bubbles and I reserve the right to decline your character for any reason we see fit, such as bad grammar, anything lacking in the CS , etc. As for coding and all that jazz, we'd like to see you try it out! Coding can be super fun, and when you get it right, it's really rewarding. If you're having trouble with coding, PM me! I know, I've said that about seven times now, but I will most certainly try my best to help you. Well, enough tomfoolery!

Here's the sheet:

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[insert High quality picture/gif here. You can add more of these throughout the character sheet if you have more than one image, but don't worry about it if you only have one. like we've mentioned, we'd like your character to be a version of yourself. If you can find a picture that looks like you, awesome. If you find a picture with features you'd like to have that doesn't look exactly like you, don't stress.]

Name: (Doesn't have to be yours. Perhaps a name you've always liked for yourself)

Age: (Here's the part that I've been worried about. We would like the age gap to stay at a minimum, so we'd accept those anywhere from 16-21. If you are older or younger than either of these, don't worry about it. Either just go back in time, or jump forward a couple of years, haha)

Gender: (Like I said before, if you're up for it, make a genderbent version of yourself! I might do so as well, so don't be afraid to go all out. Oh, and there are most definitely more genders than just male and female.)

Sexual & romantic orientation: (Common misconception: sexual orientation is not the same thing as sexuality. Sexuality is what you prefer to do in the bedroom *eyebrow wiggle*, whereas your sexual orientation is who you're attracted to in a sexual way. To follow up, your romantic orientation is what kind of person you are attracted to in a romantic sense. Any questions? Google is your best friend!)

Appearance details: (This can be a paragraph, or a bulleted list of weight, height, eye color, hair color, ethnicity, and so on. Feel free to add whatever you'd like.)

Likes & dislikes: (Add as many as you want)

Personality: (This should be around 2-3 paragraphs. If you've read the overview, you know exactly what we're looking for. Have fun with this!)

Biography: (What's your character been up to until this point? Like what was written above, if you've read the overview, you know what we're lookin' for. This should be another couple of paragraphs.)

Writing sample: (Ohohoho, I've never included this in any of the rp's I've made, but I think it's a cool idea. If I were you, I'd just paste your most recent reply here, or if you've written anything creatively outside of RpN or on a different website, you can put that here too. You can write a whole new sample, but who wants to do that amirite??)

Extra: (Anything I missed? Write it here! Feel free to add anything else you'd like to the sheet, just make sure all of the sections are properly completed.)

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And there you have it folks! Technically I can not reserve spots, but WIP's are accepted (keep in mind the forty-eight hour rule). Make sure to delete the brackets and parenthesis. I guess I went a little overboard on those... well, anyhoo, let's roll up our sleeves and get to work! (extra points for those who spot the reference)

Roles:

1.) ? Devon 'Dev' McIntyre ? Taken by~ @Deviced

2.) ? Bubbles ? Taken by~ @Genieva Von Bubbles


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P.S.

Yes, coding messes up occasionally. Don't worry, you won't be penalized for it.

 

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Lilyanna Radal



"It never hurts to be prepared."


Gender: Female


Age: 16


Date of Birth: 5 April 2000


Occupation: Freelance online Author


Nationality: Half Japanese Half Italian (Not true, but I love both cultures.)


Romantic Interest: Heterosexual


Crush: N/A

Preferences

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Strengths:


+Writing


+Observing


+Drawing


+Combat


+Hiding her emotions

Weaknesses:


-She does not trust any one.


-Her 'darker side'


-Distant


-Avoids crowds.


-Somewhat reclusive

Likes:


+Finishing a Book or drawing


+The forest


+Swimming


+Running


+Combat

Dislikes:


-Showing Emotion


-Annoying people


-Crowds


-Dancing


-pain

Personality

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History

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Apperance

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Lily is the master of changing her appearance, she never stays the same for long. She is 5'8 weighing a total of 124 lbs. Her normal hair color is a long dark brown, almost black appearance. Her eyes are normally a Dark stormy grey (true), but can change on their own depending on her mood (this is possible and true), She wears contacts as well. Also never, let this girls innocent looks full you, she can snap your arm bone in a heartbeat. (Very true.)

Sample

Writing sample:


The moon. Get to the moon. Kaen looked as she ran blindly through the woods, fleeing her home form the pending threat. She gasped as she tripped over a glinting object, a sword? ax? Or maybe a Old Scrap? 'Stop thinking and Move.' the thought flooded her thoughts as she grabbed the object and kept going, running away from her curse, family, town, pain. Just keep running. That's all she had to do. She reached the rivers edge later on at midnight. Sighing with exhaustion, she collapsed curled up under a tree.


Little did any one know, the glinting object or the now new pendent, glowed as it changed shape and the girl, Kaen glowed that same dull grey. The glowing stopped, and the night ended with a low hum.


'Where am I?' She thought stretching from her spot under the tree. Slowly recollection of last night came to her and she looked at her hand, seeing the object was now a pendent instead of the metal grip she picked up. Staring at it, she slipped it over her neck before getting up. She walked over to the water and plashed her face a few times, gasping as she looked at her reflection. Two silver wings sprouted from her pale back. They shimmered as she felt them by running her hand across them.

 

[Genieva Von Bubbles]

Bubbles : : 16 : : Androgynous : : Aromantic/Asexual




no slide

Appearance

? 5'5 (165cm) ? 125lbs (56kg) ? Pale as snow skin ? Green eyes (hazel, if we're bein' exact) ? Black hair (it's dyed so some of her blonde roots are showing)


? Their nails are always painted black ?


? She has random smatterings of scars all over her body, some self inflicted, others from her cats, or some that just showed up out of nowhere ?


? His nails are also really short because he bites them constantly. It got so bad once that they started bleeding and his mom flipped out and brought him to a hospital. It was honestly the most mortifying thing ever. He wanted to die.?

Basics

+Pickles

+Draco Malfoy


+Dev


+Cold and dark places


+Rambling about arbitrary shit


+Puns and wordplay


+Coffee (Copious amounts of it)


+Sugary and Sour candies


+Humming to herself


+Cursing out loud


+Shouting different variations of "Balls!"


+Making boys cry


-BUGS


-Tea


-Aggressive people


-Violence


-Potato chip bags


-Getting caught humming to herself


-Overly nice people


-Political Incorrect-ness


-Awkward silence

Personality

Bubbles is, to say it in one word, tweaked. She has spastic tendencies, like making velociraptor noises to herself or prolonging eye contact with strangers. She has a questionable moral complex and a superiority complex. Not to mention she's weirdly possessive of people rather than objects. She switches between the mentality of a five year old and an eighty year old in a heartbeat. It's hard to tell whether she's intelligent or mentally handicapped sometimes.


Bubbles is fiercely loyal to those he calls his friends and family, willing to do most anything for them. On the flip side of that, if you haven't attained that level of "intimacy" with him, he has no problem verbally abusing you to tears or throwing you under a bus (sometimes literally).


Despite this, Bubbles does have a vulnerable side. Crippling anxiety will strike them at random intervals and their insecurities that they hide so well are brought to the forefront of their mind. Bubbles is oddly delicate for someone so prickly.

History

When Bubbles was younger, she used to get in trouble a lot. Once in preschool for punching a kid in the stomach, and then again in preschool for accidentally breaking a girl's arm. As she got older she got in trouble less and less, but only because she was caught less and less. Although she never did anything so severe again, she wasn't exactly ever kind.


Around the sixth grade, Bubbles first ran into Dev. They were both reaching for the same book (cliche I know) and ended having an in depth discussion about it for an hour or so. Bubbles had become enthralled with Dev and took to spending his free time stalking her.


Over time Bubbles realized that she really wanted to be friends with Dev, like best friends, but had no idea how to ask. "Hi, I've been stalking you for three years or so, want to be friends?" Yeah, no. This wasn't some shojo manga. So Bubbles continued on with life, making friends, family drama, school, and stalking.


Bubbles' family is a complicated mess and is often the source of her anxiety attacks. But she cares about them very much even if they stress her the fuck out. All the fucking time.


School was something that Bubbles always excelled at, both academically and socially. Despite being extremely antisocial and bitter and mean, people found Bubbles to be hilarious and often sought her company. She never understood why her classmates couldn't understand that she was being mean, not funny, but their acquaintanceship saved her a lot of trouble in the way of troublemakers looking her way. She was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Writing Sample

Chrys' eyebrows shot up when Taro's notebook dropped between them, coincidentally or not. Her eyes scanned the page, heart clenching as she read over the words. He had written this? What the hell was going on with the kid that he'd write something like that? Her fingers had just closed over the edge of the page when the door flew off its hinges. It didn't take very long for the teen to start panicking. Her breaths became short and raspy as her eyes locked onto the stalker who, as luck would have it, was the one who injured her and who's eye was boring straight into her.


Chrys jumped to action not a second later. She closed the notebook and shoved it into her underclassman's arms before positioning herself between him and the stalker. At this point she had fallen into a half crouch, ready to run at a moment's notice but still blocking Taro from view. Well, almost ready to run. She was frozen in place, eyes unfocused as she relived the run from which she gained her injury. She remembered the blood chilling fear as she went down, unable to outmaneuver the stalker who seemed dead set on ripping her apart.


She felt violated by the stalker's gaze, like it was picking her apart piece by piece without even touching her. She wanted to curl up and vanish, close her eyes and pretend that this wasn't happening, that the door was still in place and that she was still having a one-sided conversation with Taro.


Ah, right. Taro.


She glanced over her shoulder at the boy, reality finally settling in and her eyes and head clearing. Chrys stood, rather unsteadily but standing all the same, and began to shove none to gently at Taro's back. "Move it shrimp, go upstairs to the lover boys and tell them we're fucked if we don't blow this shit stand now." Gone was the playful lilting tone and obnoxious smile. In its place sat a snarl that twisted her pretty features into something ugly. Something that, had any of them known her a few years back, would resemble her daily expression at age fourteen when she was bitter and resentful.


By now she had figured that if not by accident, the stalker was following her specifically. She may act it but Chrysanthemum Esso was a far cry from moronic. She felt a pang of guilt that came with the realization that if the thing was following her, she had put all of them in danger. Her stance faltered for a moment as she contemplated running straight through the door and taking the damned thing with her. Immediately the thought was crushed, as she knew that even if she could get them trough the door, she wouldn't make it passed that.

Bubbles uses all pronouns, not because she doesn't feel that she doesn't have a certain gender, but because she is so often mistaken for a boy that at this point she doesn't care whether or not she's considered a boy or a girl or genderless. She lets people use whatever pronouns they assume.

 

[Ophirius]

I S A B E L L E
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  Likes & dislikes:
  
  
  + Her friends
  
  
  + Memes
  
  
  + Anime
  
  
  + Horror
  
  
  + Kpop
  
  
  + Writing & Drawing
  
  
  + Reading
  
  
  + Music
  
  
  + Piano
  
  
  + History
  
  
  + Movies
  
  
  + Sad stuff (ey it's complicated)
  
  
  + Shounen Ai & Yaoi
  
  
  - Food
  
  
  - Humans
  
  
  - Haters (hYPOCRITE)
  
  
  - Sad stuff
  
  
  - Sweden
  
  
  - Mainstream hoes (perfect material to make fun of tho)
  
  
  - People that are smarter than her.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Name: Isabelle Ljungberg
  
  
  Age: 16
  
  
  Gender: Female I suppose.
  
  
  Sexual & romantic orientation: Unknown.
  
  
  Appearance details: Fukawa Touko
  
  
  
  
  
  

  P E R S O N A L I T Y

  Isabelle is, to say the least, a strange person. Sometimes even a little worrying with her..uhm murderous comments. She jokes around a lot, about the most inappropriate things and is rarely serious. According to her seriousness is a waste of time because the world has already been fucked up and there's no return (pessimist much lol). She doesn't hesitate to express her hate for the human race and claims that humans are like vermin and should just die out already for having ruined this world (help). Then, on the other hand, she's such a softie that she can't even kill an insect without feeling guilty. It's confusing, she's confusing, but don't make the mistake to regard everything else she says as invalid just because of her affection for animals. If she were to choose who to save between a kitten and a human then she would rescue the kitten any day. Also, she thinks it's funny to laugh at baby graves so yeah.
  
  
  Being an offensive shit makes it hard for her to socialize with new people and if she's too quiet around you or overly polite then it means that she either hates you or she's just feeling uncomfortable. Despite that if you ask her a personal question then she'll just tell the truth, straight and nicely. She says it isn't like she's trying to hide it and if people are curious then sure, let's just give them the truth so they can shut up.
  
  
  Isabelle is a complex individual, stating that she doesn't care what you think about her appearance and that she only cares about what she thinks about herself. Then, on the other hand, she does care about what you think about her performance and intelligence. If you insult her friends though then you're pretty much dead in her eyes and a new victim for her murderous plans. Her friends are her everything. She's overly clingy and possessive when it comes to them and even though they're just friends she does get jealous if they hang out more with someone else than her. She might say that everything would be better without anyone who cared for her but in reality she probably wouldn't be able to live that way.

  
  
  
  
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  B I O G R A P H Y

  Isabelle has always been a child of impatience, from her birth to tasks in school, she would always rush. Her impatience, however, wasn't her downfall but rather her lack of self-esteem was what would become her worst enemy.
  
  
  Ever since the beginning, her life has been all about struggles and the darkest aspects of life. Her parents were alcoholics and irresponsible individuals who in the end lost their child to their foolishness. Isabelle was moved by the authorities to live with her grandma instead when she reached the age of 4. Shortly after having lost their child her parents separated. Isabelle continued to attend the school despite the expensive distance between her new household and the school. At the age of 6, she was transferred to the local school where she now lived.
  
  
  Isabelle picked up new hobbies and interests such as horse riding and the arts of literature. But she also had a fair share of laughter, sadness, and friendship. At the age of 14 she graduated with high grades and huge potential but as well as some new worries and insecurities. Videlicet some symptoms of an eating disorder and depression rooted itself deep into her being.
  
  
  At the first day of high school, she made a great impression on her new peers by first laughing like a maniac of pure stress and then by crying when the class lists became official. She cried because she wasn't in the same class as her best friend, that however was changed by the teachers later and they both ended up in group A. The first term of high school passed by quite good without any major troubles (only some embarrassing moments and such). She ended it with high grades and praise from teachers.
  
  
  [Worth a mention: Her half-brother and grandfather died. Her father got a stroke but fortunately, he survived.]
  
  
  During the second term, her insecurities about her weight and appearance pushed Isabelle to try out different diets. In the beginning, it was quite a harmless and innocent. She would rely on portion control by bowls and exercise, it all spiraled when she cut down her food intake to 500 calories in pure impatience and naivety. Of course, she was losing weight, but not quite as much as she wanted and not quite as fast as she had hoped. Therefore, she cut down even more and increased the exercise. In the end, she went from 72 kg down to 58 under the period of a month. Her body, being malnourished successfully forced her to enter a binge and starve circle down to 55 kg. After that, she went back to experimenting and eventually ended up at 50 kg, but it all didn't come without a price. Her desire to be thin led her to the demise of her mental health. When she finally was appointed a meeting with a doctor she was diagnosed with severe depression and an eating disorder, eventually she was forced to quit horse riding since her body was unable to handle the strain from it. Despite that, her doctors ordered her to discontinue what she was doing she just ignored it.
  
  
  The earlier said continued until February on her second year of high school. She was assigned a psychologist and help to overcome her sickness. Later she was also prescribed antidepressant pills. Her weight began to fluctuate between 50-55 kg and on the inside it killed her every time she would gain. Isabelle would also avoid socializing with her friends if it meant that she would be forced to eat. The eating disorder had successfully infiltrated and become one with her as an individual.
  
  
  Yadayada happened and she made a slight recovery but it's all engraved into her soul.

  
  
  
  

  WRITING SAMPLE

  
  
  
  {This is a writing sample that I did for another thing and it's not from a rp}
  
  
  Slowly her thorax was heaved up as she drew a trembling breath. Then just as quickly her frame sunk, the stab wound in her stomach still imminent. The pain was numbing yet as present as ever while it pierced every centimeter of her body.
  
  
  How strange, when she had imagined death it had certainly not been this dull. Surely the pain lived up to her expectations but in all fictional works, death had been portrayed as something tragic and dramatic with people crying over you and memories flashing by as your consciousness would fade into nothing. However, she had nothing of this.
  
  
  No human being with a relationship to her who was by her side, crying over her soon limp body. No memories surfacing in her head to remind her of her importance to others and to relieve her of this fear to be forgotten. It was just her, the pain and this deafening silence.
  
  
  If she had known this beforehand, would she have acted differently? That was indeed the question that stood above them all. Probably not, because soon all of this would mean nothing to her. That sounded like it made sense even, since when compared to being released from her responsibilities and this world then nothing else mattered.
  
  
  If only she could go back in time, then she would have protected her younger self from the incoming tragedies. Life sure is unfair.
  
  
  {This one is from a rp}
  
  
  A soft sigh passed rosy lips, lilac orbs tiredly staring at the road illuminated by her car lights. With the rain and rumbling thunder as her only companion, she slowly progressed on her way home. Eagerly the windscreen wipers raced back and forth over the front window and the brunette sitting behind the wheel stabbed a hand through her damp hair.
  
  
  This kind of calmness was deafening and it became even more evident if you were used to the screams of a crowd following you around constantly. To be loved by everyone was surprisingly not as godlike and wonderful as she had imagined it and she pitied the kids that unknowingly threw themselves into this toxic mess, just like she had. Often just because of this she found herself questioning who she really was, it felt like..she was nothing more but broken pieces of people's expectations. Though, to fake everything was her job, as an actor, she thrived on pretending to be someone else.
  
  
  The young woman yawned and casually took a sip of her coffee resting in the mug holder, the otherwise refreshing liquid was lukewarm and utterly bitter, despite that she continued to drink it with an indifferent expression. Slowly but surely her eyelids begun to feel heavier, threatening to put her to sleep right there and now. Her body sunk down in the seat, suddenly it felt so well adjusted to her slender figure. Eirin blinked repeatedly and straightened her back while commanding herself to not fall asleep. But after all her efforts she could feel her mind becoming hazy and the hand holding the coffee mug decided to rest it on her thigh. The neat shoulders slumped and with a peaceful exhale her eyes shut.
  
  
  The brunette jerked awake by the sensation of something that had spilled on her brand new jeans.
  
  
  "Shit!" she hissed and quickly picked up the now empty coffee mug.
  
  
  She had just bought this pair of trousers the other day! With an inward groan, Eirin threw the mug away and reached for the glove compartment where she always kept some paper napkins. But as soon as she got it open the car started to skid left and right on the road and she basically threw herself back onto the steering wheel to try to regain control.
  
  
  Fear installed itself in her chest and it clenched around her heart when the lilac orbs witnessed the scene of her and the car colliding with the weak fence and after that, sprinting over the edge of the cliff. Then it all happened so fast, she was cast forward by gravity, the seatbelt dug into her white blouse and suddenly the vehicle met the surface of the cold stone and she was mercilessly tossed around while the metal scrap rolled around and got wrecked. In the end, the deformed front of the car pierced the surface of the lake.
  
  
  It was pouring in, from all directions, it was so cold that it started to numb her legs that were already beneath the surface. On the brim to tears, she grabbed the door handle with her trembling hands and tried to force it open.
  
  
  But it was simply not budging, in pure fear she slammed her hands on the window, screaming with a force she didn't know she had in her "HELP! SOMEONE".
  
  
  While gasping for air she released herself from the seat belt and crawled to the back of the car to bang her fists on the window.
  
  
  But there was no one there to rescue her from the freezing water that was swallowing her body, piece by piece. Was this the end? She asked herself as the water reached her neck.
  
  
  With tears uncontrollably streaming down her flushed cheeks she closed her eyes and turned her head up, the tip of her nose brushing against the vehicle's ceiling. Then in what felt like mere seconds, she was trapped beneath the surface. With her lips tightly zipped she flailed around in the cold water until she could no longer hold her breath and in what seemed to be her last moment in life, a vague picture of a happy family flashed through her mind. Everything turned black.
  
  
  With a violent shudder, she awoke from her slumber, coughing out the water that had slipped down into her lungs. The lavender eyes shot open and immediately assembled strength in her thin arms to push herself up from the white sand beach. Where..was she? Carefully Eirin rose to her feet and looked around, how had she ended up on a beach? What...had even happened? The brunette frowned and stabbed a hand through her hair while struggling to remember. She had been on her way home, rain, lukewarm coffee, then suddenly she had been in the water. Fear struck her heart as she recalled the scene of her trying to get out of the sinking vehicle but all for nothing, because the water, the mercilessly cold water had taken her hostage. Eirin let out a terrified screech and flopped down in the sand, her hands trembling as they rose to cover her face contorted in despair. Was she dead? Had she died? Then, what was this place? Was this heaven? Or was she in hell?
  
  
  As soon as she had regained her composure, the girl once again fumbled her way on her feet. Strangely enough her clothes were completely dry and unscathed. As if that horrible accident had never occurred, her memory told her otherwise, though. Without any hesitation, she began to walk along the beach under the scorching sun.
  
  
  "Jesus christ it's hot out here..." she wiped her forehead, glossy with sweat beads and unbuttoned her blouse a little bit, exposing her pale skin.
  
  
  She wasn't used to this kind of heat and as far as she could see there were no clouds either. Had she been washed ashore on a tropical island or something (that was not possible though because she had fallen down into a lake)? Or was this truly hell except that the hellfire had been replaced with the sun? Even though it was certainly a serious situation Eirin couldn't help but chuckle because here she was complaining about the sun when she could possibly be dead.
  
  
  

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