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The Character Sheet

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Soulmates

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BASICS


Name:


First, Middle, Last


Nickname(s):


If applicable.


Age:


20-25


Gender:


Self-explanatory.


Birthday:


Self-explanatory.


Sexuality:


Self-explanatory.


APPEARANCE


[PUT REALISTIC IMAGE/GIF HERE]


Face Claim


Self-explanatory.


Appearance


Written description.


Eyes:


State color.


Hair:


State style and color.


Physique:


Your character's build/body type.


Body Modifications:


Tattoos, piercings, significant marks.


IN DEPTH


Personality:


Written description.


Traits:


List based on personality section. At least 5 good, at least 5 bad.


Quirks/Habits:


Mannerisms, something your character does a lot.


Talents/Hobbies


What is your character good at? How do they pass time?


Likes:


State at least 5.


Loves:


What do you hold dearest to your heart?


Dislikes:


State at least 5.


Hates:


What does your character despise with a burning passion?


Fears:


State at least 2.


Aspirations:


What do you want to be/achieve? Are you planning on having kids? Getting married? Explain.


BACKGROUND


Backstory:


Include your character's reason for joining Mrs. Rivera's matchmaking program.


Theme Song:


A song your character relates to. Optional.


RELATIONSHIPS


Relationships:


State your opinion and relationship with each of the characters. Do this once accepted.


Crush:


Must update following the start of the role play.


Significant Other:


Update later when necessary.


Children:


If applicable.


WRITING SAMPLE


You may take this from another roleplay, or create a completely new scenario to show us your writing style.

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Female character WIP

"I love you, I knew it the minute I met you. I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up, I just got stuck."
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Basics

Name:


Lark Taurine Pinnock


Nickname(s):


Pinny


Age:


22


Gender:


Female


Birthday:


December 25th, 1993


Sexuality:


Panromantic Demisexual
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Appearance

Face Claim


Leigh Anne Pinnock


Appearance


Lark Pinnock wouldn't refer to herself as the most beautiful girl in the world, but she is far from ugly. Lark has a cute sweetheart shaped face with very high cheekbones when she smiles. Her cute button nose, plump lips, and gray-blue almond shaped eyes that shine in the sun and moonlight adds to her unique yet alluring look. Her brown curly hair is all over her face yet stops right at the base of her neck. She has an exact weight of 125lbs with a size D bust and is roughly 5'9". She gained and lost the baby weight after she was pregnant with her son. She also has a cute smile that can brighten up a person's day.


Eyes:


Gray-Blue


Hair:


Brown curly afro


Physique:


Lark has an hour-glass figure with toned abs and arms. She gained some baby weight when she was pregnant with her son but after he was born, she lost the weight later on. Having curves the clothes she wears hugs her body which she doesn't like all the time.


Body Modifications:


Sleeved on both her arms


Both ears pierced
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In Depth

Personality:


Lark used to be the type of girl who watched Disney fairy-tails and sincerely hopes that her "prince charming" was somewhere out there, waiting for her. The eighteen year old has never been single for more than two days since middle school, hopping in and out of relationships. She compares her ex-boyfriends to frogs that she had to kiss in order to find her true soulmate. In the past she used to be very overprotective, controlling, sly, and worrisome when it came to the person she was dating. She tried to keep everyone in her life happy, concerned that they all may someday leave her. One of her biggest problems is believing that everyone has integrity when sadly, that is not the case. After her last relationship resulted in her having a child and her ex walking out on her, Lark felt that waiting for her "prince charming" never existed. She now focuses on providing for herself and he son. Her past self would still be dreaming and believing in her one true love finding her but now love doesn't come first anymore unless it's her sons love. Although there are a few in-depth problems within herself, Lark has a charming and caring side to her which draws people towards her.


Traits:


Virtues


Vices


Quirks/Habits:


Yawns with her mouth open


Nose flares when upset


Plays with bracelet when blushing


Makes a cute face when she pouts


Makes a weird face when she's thinking


Smokes weed when she is stressed


Talents/Hobbies


Dancing


Photography


Yoga


Tai-Chi


MMA Fighting


Likes:


Tea


Rain


Weed


Smell of rain of pavement


Interesting Conversations


Loves:


"My son Stephen, he's my heart and soul and I love him to bits. He's my encouragement and my inspiration."


Dislikes:


Liars


Cheaters


Non-Committed people


Heartbreakers


Her Ex


Late Nights


Early mornings


The cold


Hates:


What does your character despise with a burning passion?


Fears:


Losing her son


Her ex coming back into her life


Heartbreak


Losing her Job


Aspirations:


"I plan to have my own Veterinary Hospital. Right now I am currently a doctor at a different hospital, I also want to have my own animal rescue organization. And if possible again I want to have another relationship but with someone who will treat me and my son right."

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Background

Backstory:


Include your character's reason for joining Mrs. Rivera's matchmaking program.


Theme Song:


A song your characterrelates to. Optional.
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Relationships

Relationships:


State your opinion and relationship with each of the characters. Do this once accepted.


Crush:


Must update following the start of the role play.


Significant Other:


Update later whennecessary.


Children:


Stephen Pinnock|male| 3 years old
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Writing Sample

Coming Soon

 

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B A S I C S

Name:


Elliot Carlisle Macnamara


Nickname(s):


Ellie


Age:


22


Gender:


Cisgender Female


D.O.B.


May 14, 1993


Sexuality:


Bisexual

A P P E A R A N C E

Face Claim:


Georgie Hobday.


Appearance:


Lanky, red-haired and appalingly cat-like, Ellie is the definition of eye-catching. Her heart-shaped face and peaches-and-cream complexion can make her look delicate and sweet, although her high and structured cheekbones combat these features, giving her an edge. Ellie has a cleft chin and freckles that pepper the entirety of her skin, as well as rosy-tinted cheeks. She stands at a startling 5'9", and weighs approximately 120 lbs, making her slightly underweight for her age and height. As for makeup, Elliot fancies wearing winged eyeliner or cat-eye makeup, making her look almost always prepared for a party or a night out. She dislikes wearing anything but matte red or pink lipstick, and doesn't really enjoy going out of the house without makeup.


Eyes:


Ellie has hazel green cat-like eyes, bright and captivating.


Hair:


Her messy ginger mane is probably what people first look at when they see her. Her hair, although supposedly straight, is more often than not scraggly and tangled as she's never seen the use in brushing it.


Physique:


The redhead is nowhere near buff, or even curvy. She has a generally thin frame, with long limbs and only enough muscle to make it seem as if she at least works out from time to time (which she does not).


Body Modifications:


She has a tattoo on her knuckle and another one on her side.


Clothing Style


Ellie isn't one for wearing dresses, skirts, or just brightly-colored things in general. She prefers rugged, worn-down clothes, like black skinny jeans (preferably with tears on them), flannel shirts, band t-shirts, halter tops, and the like. She does hold her green army jacket very close to her heart, however.

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I N ? D E P T H

Personality:


To the neighboring eye, Ellie is the Girl Next Door, spontaneous and talkative - and even quite pretty to look at. A lot of people happen to like her because of this, although it's not like they actually know the different facets that complete her as a whole - Manic Ellie, Mean Ellie, Smart Ellie: they're all personas that don't quite fit people's expectations of her, leaving them shocked and feeling nastily betrayed when they find out she's been lying to them all this time. But that's not necessarily the girl's intention. In fact, her ultimate goal is to be accepted as she is, feeding bits of herself to her so-called friends, just hoping that they'd like her for all her secret personalities. Not many stick around long enough to really get to know her, however.


Ellie is messy, mentally and physically speaking. She's hot and she's cold - as the Katy Perry song so accurately depicts. Elliot is a very emotional girl, feelings always cranked up to the loudest volume, and largely out of proportion at that. This usually results in some major mood swings - those of which cause her to either cry for nights on end, or behave recklessly, as she - more often than not - acts upon what she feels. Elliot is confident and amicable to everyone she knows. Whether you're her enemy, acquaintance, her distant relative - she'll be sweet and good-natured, because that's what she's been taught to do her whole life. Seeing her get angry and fighting with someone is a rare sight, but that's only because she likes to keep certain affairs private - and that includes arguments.


When in a relationship, Elliot's character drastically changes, depending on who her partner is. She can be passionate and enigmatic, sweet and cuddly, or even clingy and the slightest bit obsessive. Her eagerness to change for another person is her biggest weakness, alongside her erratic bouts of emotional distress. Because of her fun-loving personality, she's always expecting the other person to sweep her off her feet every chance they get. She's not one for routines, and is bound to get tired of you if you don't find a way to keep her on her toes all the time. Near the end, when the relationship is clearly due to fail, Ellie is bound to become bitter, and even quite mean. Her purpose is no longer to please - it's to deliberately hurt. She only does this because she's hurting as well, but Ellie has always craved for the other person to know what she feels, and being uncompassionate is the only way she knows how to do so.


Traits:

Passionate

Intelligent

Confident

Honest/Blunt

Charismatic

Too Eager to Please

Insensitive

Emotional

Chatterbox

Easily Bored

Quirks/Habits:


? Elliot always runs her hand haphazardly through her hair, making her red locks even messier.


? When she happens to be holding a pen, she has the habit of chewing on its end.


? Her hands quiver when she's nervous or shocked.


Talents/Hobbies


? Elliot reads whenever she's bored. Bringing along a book is mandatory whenever she thinks she's going away somewhere for a long time.


? She can read people very well. It might be part of her long time goal to become a psychologist, but observing people and the way they act just comes naturally to her. This also factors in the way people usually act warm towards her.


? Ellie writes very well. It isn't her dream goal to be the author of some best-selling novel, but someday, when she's accomplished and praised for her work in psychology, she thinks she could be a novelist.


Likes:


? Dogs


? Parties


? Smoking


? Nature


? Roadtrips


Loves:


? Chill Music


? The Rain


? Good Literature


Dislikes:


? Reality TV


? Unneccessarily Rude People


? Badly-written Novels


? Frogs


? Country & Pop Music


Hates:


? Ignorance


? Her Ex


? Nostalgia (She doesn't like being attached to the past, but she is anyway)


? Crying in Public


Fears:


? Never finding someone who loves her for her.


? Feeling trapped again.


Aspirations:


? She doesn't want to treat it as some kind of goal, but she wants to find someone she completely clicks with.


? Elliot wants to finish her course in Psychology.

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B A C K G R O U N D

Backstory:


Elliot was a generally angsty kid, the root of it particularly being her mom's illness. Her mother, Louise Macnamara, was diagnosed with breast cancer when Ellie was just ten, and ever since, she had ignored everything that didn't involve her family. She always kept to herself in middle school throughout high school, and was practically considered a snob even when she didn't necessarily mean to scorn anyone. Nonetheless, people ignored her, for one reason or the other. It was an established rule: don't go near the quiet girl. She doesn't want our company. Ellie glided through high school without any friends even when she was fully capable of making them. She graduated and had nothing to show for except for a diploma and a few medals here and there, but she herself wouldn't say that high school was something she was glad she went through.


A few weeks after graduation day, Louise passed away in the hospital. Elliot and her father hadn't been particularly expecting it, but her mother's death came as no surprise either. It just happened, and what was over was over. Not many people gave Ellie their condolences, as she had no friends who felt sorry for her and all her classmates had already gone off to uni to start their college experiences. Meanwhile, Ellie was still in the process of having any experiences at all. All she usually did was study, but eventually, she had grown to gain a few friends here and there. She was slowly, tenderly, coming out of her shell. It was more than over a year later that she actually began to try new things: in which the new Ellie would eventually unravel.


She grew to be more outgoing. And not only that: she was actually liked, and even quite popular if you want to push it that far. She was no longer the silent, brooding girl who sat in the corner keeping to her books. She was the person who talked to that silent girl, urging her to hang out with her and her friends. There was never an awkward silence between Elliot and another person when they were alone. Somehow, she would manage to chat them up, slowly dismantling the usual armor most people put up as a defense mechanism. She became the girl people looked forward to interacting with, and that alone gave her more confidence than anything else.


It wasn't long before Ellie started dating. It had actually began when her friend introduced her to their friend. His name was Blake, and they had your cliche boy-meets-girl story. It was fun at first when they exchanged light banter and occasionally flirted, but when Blake offered to be her boyfriend, it felt like a completely different thing altogether. They became the kind of couple who were on again off again every other day. Elliot knew they loved each other, but it felt as if they contradicted each other in ways that mattered, yet they were still both desperate and passionate enough to try and hold on. Ellie was probably more desperate then Blake was, but she didn't care. She would have done anything to keep her first love.


Ellie's friends and even family had seen their breakup coming from a mile away. They were too incompatible, too passionate, and tried way too hard to keep their relationship from falling apart. The state of their relationship was so public that it was almost embarrassing, but Ellie found herself not caring after they actually broke it off. For one thing, she was relieved, and she knew that was a good enough sign that she made the right decision of dumping him. Elliot also later realized that everything had become way too bitter in the end, and she was glad she had escaped it before everything had turned completely downhill. Ellie has since been dating around with unsuccessful outcomes, but is willing and determined enough to keep going. She saw the ad for Mrs. Rivera's Matchmaking Service in a magazine she found lying around in a hair salon, and had applied for it once she got the chance. It was only a few weeks later that she had actually received feedback, telling her that a soulmate had been found for her.


Theme Song:


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

Relationships:


To be determined.


Crush:


To be determined.


Significant Other:


N/A


Children:


N/A

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W R I T I N G ? S A M P L E

[Ellie, post-breakup.]


Blake wasn't too bad. This was what Elliot thought as she sat alone in the cafe, her hands wrapped around a mug of coffee, and her scraggly orange hair piled in a bun atop her head. The heat of the drink fanned her neck as her book lay completely abandoned on the sidelines, pages waiting to be turned and a story waiting to be unraveled. But for now, time stood at a standstill, and Elliot was adamant on keeping it that way - at least for the moment. For the past hour and a half, all the girl did was think. Thinking about all the time spent on trying to patch up something so irretrievably lost, all the time wasted on a relationship that clearly wasn't going to last. Yet, as the bitter black coffee scalded her tongue, she found herself reminiscing on all the good times - which wasn't a particularly difficult thing to do after a breakup.


She remembered the time Blake endured a ten-day beach trip with a bunch of distant relatives that even she barely knew, facing awkward questions from her dad and nosy aunts alike. She remembered the time he ran a red light just to get her to her favorite ice cream shop before it closed down at ten. She remembered how he laughed, how he smiled, how he spoke. It was annoyingly painful, and the fact that it still hurt her irritated her even more. Ellie sighed as she absent-mindedly traced the meticulous design on the coffee mug with a slender finger, her heart leaping ever so often (whether because of Blake, or the caffeine, she didn't know). For a moment, Ellie dwelled on those memories, drowning herself in what-ifs and stupid regrets.


With one last wistful sigh, Elliot brought the cup to her lips, finishing the rest of her coffee. It was time to go, she knew. She had only ordered one thing throughout the whole time she stayed there after all, just liesurely sipping at her coffee and pretending not to notice the customers coming in and looking for tables. To be fair, she was still recovering from a breakup. She needed her alone time, and now that she was done mulling over what had happened, all she could do now was leave. And so as Ellie exited the cafe, she had come up with a conclusion: Blake is better than I make him out to be.


But then again, everything is better in retrospect.

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[Amora Aurora]

WIP

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Charles Wayne Simmons

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FLY ME TO THE MOON

Name:


Charles Wayne Simmons


Nickname:


Prefers Charlie, college friends called him Shaggy


Age:


23


Gender:


Male


Birthday:


December 17, 1992


Sexuality:


Heterosexual



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LET ME PLAY AMONG THE STARS

Face Claim:


Landon Liboiron


Appearance:


Charlie stands at an average 5'10'' and weighs in around 155 lbs. which normally isn't considered lanky, but due to strange weight proportions, it has the effect of making him appear tall and thin. His skin is naturally pale, but with his recently added facial hair, he does seem a tad darker than he actually is. Dark hair and eyebrows contrast nicely against bright blue eyes, and a small friendly but shy smile gives off an insecure vibe to most who meet him. A man who used to take pristine care of himself in an attempt to make friends, these days Charlie prefers comfort over style. Many mornings he'll leave the house without so much as glancing in a mirror, making for the occasional. unruly mop atop his head. Charlie tends to put more importance on knowledge and creativity versus shallow exterior worries.


Eyes:


Blue


Hair:


Medium length, shaggy, brunette


Physique:


Charlie appears tall and lanky. It's obvious he spends more time in front of a computer screen than outside getting exercise.



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LET ME SEE WHAT SPRING IS LIKE

Traits:


+Creative


+Passionate


+Interesting


+Chivalrous


+Generous


-Insecure


-Judgmental


-Anxious


-Clingy


-Unathletic


Quirks/Habits:


Talents/Hobbies


Likes:


+Literature


+Buddhism


+Libraries


+Wine


+Cooking


Loves:


+Human Connection


+Romance


+Writing


+Cars


+Classic Cinema


Dislikes:


-Soda


-Cigarette Smoke


-Attention


-Modern Comedies


-Making Grammatical Errors


Hates:


-Large Crowds


-Sports


-People Who Pretend Not to Have Emotions


-Facebook


-Unrequited Love


Fears:


-Heartbreak


-Public Speaking


Aspirations:


-Publish a New York Times Bestseller


-Marry his best friend


-Manage his anxiety


-Drink Less



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ON JUPITER AND MARS

Background:


Charlie grew up with separated parents that were never married. Shared custody required he spend every other weekend at his fathers, and he quite enjoyed time with both of his parents. He lived a middle class life until his mother married Johnathan Hart in Charlie's preteen years. The Hart family has a long history of investments, and they payed off well. Suddenly, Charlie was swept out of his home in Northern Texas and plopped down in a large but cozy cabin-styled house in the middle of nowhere Oklahoma. Johnathan Hart loved his wealth, but favored a quiet, private life out of the public eye. As soon as Charlie and his mother were moved in, the thirteen year old was enrolled in homeschooling from Oklahoma's best mentor: Dr. Benjamin Howard. Charlie's mentor was a retired war medic and an established author of fantasy novels. He was also the man that embedded Charlie's love for literature.


Not only was it difficult for such a sheltered child to make any friends, but the boy had no interest in socialization after a few years in seclusion either. He spent his childhood burried in books until he was old enough to start writing his own. This lifestyle had quite the hankering on the man Charlie turned out to be, though, as one may imagine. Such seclusion is not healthy for a growing mind.


All Charlie ever knew was his mentor, who he dubbed his best friend, the monthly visits his father made, and his mother and step father, both who he adored. He was raised watching his parents dance in the kitchen and exchange loving glances across dinner tables. Every Friday night they got dressed up and went somewhere fancy, and he never once witnessed the two of them argue.


When Charlie went off to University, culture shock took hold. He didn't fit in with other guys, who were solely focused on getting drunk and laid. It was difficult to make friends because he didn't know how to talk to his peers, and worst of all, through the years Charlie had developed a hopeless romantic dream that couldn't be fulfilled if he couldn't gather the courage to even make eye contact with a pretty female. It was fight or flight, and Charlie needed to fight. He collected a fancy wardrobe that consisted mainly of collared shirts and dress pants, combed out his hair, leaving it cut just below his eyebrows as was the style back then, and made certain other changes. For years, he pretended to be a fraternity douche.


Charlie met Victoria Elwood, a british beauty, in an online chat room for writers, and the two began Charlie's first exclusive relationship. Months later, Victoria was flying out to meet him, and a year later the two were married. Charlie was convinced Victoria was the love of his life, (but he's thought that about several girls through the years) and thought nothing of being married so young. Dating and Living together is two entirely separate challenges though and in the end, things didn't work out.


It wasn't long before Charlie was engaged to another girlfriend, prepared to make this marriage work, but that relationship ended before the wedding ever took place. After college graduation, the death of his childhood mentor, and a particularly rough heartbreak, Charlie gave up trying to impress anyone, ditched his fancy wardrobe and hairstyle, and progressively became the man he is today.


His unique past sounds boring to most (and terrifying to women given the failed marriage and engagement) but Charlie's just an insecure man hoping for the best and looking for the kind of love he writes about.
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BASICS

| FULL NAME |

Avianna Lynn Paria




| NICKNAME(S) |

Avie, Ave, Paria




| AGE |

22




| GENDER |

Female




| SEXUALITY |

Heterosexual


| BIRTHDAY |


April 4, 1993


| NATIONALITY |


Iranian-American

PERSONA

| PERSONALITY |

Avianna is very bold, spontaneous, open-minded, and impulsive. She loves adventure and exploring new places as she is a free spirit and always willing to try something new. She believes in living life to the fullest and often follows her heart rather than her mind, which can get her into a lot of trouble. In addition, Avianna is direct and straightforward, as she is not afraid of confrontation and will stand up for what she believes in. Stubborn and headstrong, she has an opinion about almost everything and can sometimes come off as too abrasive for the more docile personalities.


Underneath her strong exterior, however, lies a very generous and warmhearted person, often becoming quite protective of those close to her. She offers warm encouragement and care to those she loves, as she would be willing to do almost anything for her closest friends. However, Avianna can be quite skeptical of others' intentions and can become critical of their actions or words. It is hard for her to give others the benefit of the doubt, but once someone has earned her trust, that loyalty is unconditional.


Finally, she is also very independent and follows her own intuition, refusing to rely on anyone but herself. She values the freedom to thoroughly express herself, and anything that interferes with this, such as strict grounded rules, can make her feel trapped. In a relationship, while she is very emotional, she guards her sensitive core carefully, and it may take a bit for her to truly open herself up and become vulnerable to the other person. Therefore, she will focus instead on her partner, surprising him with small acts of affection and prioritizing his happiness.




| TRAITS |

Positive || Spontaneous | Independent | Open-minded | Generous | Loyal

Negative || Impulsive | Stubborn | Skeptical | Guarded | Critical


| LIKES |


EDM/house music | Animals, especially dogs/puppies | Looking at ancient art & going to art museums| Watching the sunset/sunrise | Traveling | Stargazing | Running | Swimming |The beach


| HABITS/QUIRKS |


Runs her hand through her hair when in deep thought


Plays with her jewelry when bored


Smiles at the floor when nervous or embarrassed


| TALENTS/HOBBIES |


Playing the guitar or the piano


Playing tennis


Reading the classics


| LOVES |


Family/friends


A quiet night-in reading her favorite classics


A natural emotional connection with someone


Deep conversations about life, love, etc.


Being pleasantly surprised about either a person or a certain activity

| DISLIKES |


Cold weather | Smoking | Naivety | Arrogance | Insensitivity | People with no appreciation for literature, art, music, etc.


| HATES |


Hookup culture


Narrow-mindedness


Dishonesty


| FEARS |


Never finding love or getting married


Becoming emotionally vulnerable to someone then having her heart broken


| ASPIRATIONS |


Become a physical therapist


Travel the world


Fall in love, get married, and start a family (in that order)


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BIOGRAPHY

| BACKSTORY |

Avianna was born into a middle class family in the suburbs of Chicago, Illinois. She was raised by a kind mother, as her father passed away from lung cancer when she was just 3 years old. She doesn't have many clear memories of him, but the ones that she does remember are filled with warmth. A few years passed before the stinging pain from losing her husband managed to change into a lull numbness for her mother. Soon, she began dating a coworker named James. While her biological father had been described as gentle and honest, James was more manipulative, yet the mystery that filled his aura lured women to him constantly, including her mother. The couple was head over heels for each other, and they were soon married.


Avianna's new step-father tried his best to be a good father to her, always buying her presents and helping her with her homework, but the same warmth she had remembered from her biological father was absent in this man. She was 12 years old when James came home drunk for the first time. He was angry, aggressive, and emotional. Her mother tried to calm him down, but he lashed out at her and the next thing she knew, her mother was on the ground, a shaking hand slowly reaching up to touch her cheek that had just been slapped. The next day, James was extremely apologetic and felt very guilty for what had happened, promising that it would never happen again. Avianna was told not to speak a word to anyone about the incident, as her parents knew that James could get into big trouble. She obediently agreed, and she indeed didn't tell a soul.





A couple months later, James came home drunk again. This time, her mother wasn't home, but she was. He yelled out Avianna's name, shouting at her to come to him, but she was scared. And the longer it took for her to come, the angrier he got. She grabbed the phone and hid in her room, locking the door behind her. She could hear the relentless pounding of her step-father on her door as she desperately called her mother. As soon as she heard what was happening, Avianna's mother told her she would be right home and to call the police. Soon, both the cops and her mother had arrived. Although her father was only sentenced to one year of jail time for domestic abuse, her mother immediately got a divorce and restraining order against him.


Fast forward several years- Avianna has just graduated university with a major in Biology, as she hopes to become a physical therapist. She is currently working as an assistant in a physical therapy clinic, but she has noticed that a growing loneliness inside of her has begun to emerge. Because she has never seen an example of a stable love or marriage, she is skeptical about the whole epic romance ideal. However, she is starting to think about her future, and she knows that she wants a safe marriage as well as children later on. This led her to sign up for Miss Rivera's Matchmaking Service.




| THEME SONG |

Linkin Park - Leave Out All The Rest

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RELATIONSHIPS

| RELATIONSHIPS |

State your opinion and relationship with each of the characters. Do this once accepted.


| CRUSH |


Must update following the start of the role play.


| SIGNIFICANT OTHER |


Update later when necessary.


| CHILDREN |


if applicable.

Spoiler

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Spoiler

WRITING SAMPLE

| WRITING SAMPLE |

The silence of the crisp morning air suspended in the quiet trees was broken as the sound of heavy steps and breathlessness disturbed the peace. A tall muscular teenager with faded brown hair and piercing hazel eyes jogged determinedly down the forest trails. His eyes slowly closed as he reveled in the feeling of the wind against his face and the sunlight embracing his skin. Soon, the sparkling ripples of the nearby lake came into view as he paused next to the muddy water banks. His hazel eyes squinted against the bright sun, absorbing the peacefulness of the woods before he would have to return home.


After his short break, Aiden continued along the dirt path around the lake, his muscular legs kicking up more dirt as he became lost in his thoughts. His head wandered from his recent hookup session with his ex, the Queen Bee, to how his scorned "friend", the Outcast, was holding up. A wave of guilt passed over him as he was reminded of how much pain he caused on the people around him. He pushed his legs to run faster as if to force out his feelings of remorse, convincing himself that Heidi had brought it on herself. After all, half of their relationship had been filled with needless arguments that she had started for no reason. He didn't know if it was because she wanted attention or if she was bored, but he got sick of all the drama she was causing. Still, did that mean she deserved what he had done to her?


As he exited the forest trails, he saw a familiar house come into view- the Outcast's. It took all his power not to text her right then and there to come out so that they could talk. He knew the consequences if he was ever caught speaking to her again, but he couldn't help but wonder how she was doing. And honestly, he missed her. The entire situation had been his fault. Sighing, he tore his emotion-filled gaze off of the house and continued his way down the sidewalk, trying to ignore the churning in his stomach.


As Aiden reached his own driveway, he slowed to a stop and grabbed a water bottle from inside the garage. After downing the entire bottle in a matter of seconds, he opened the kitchen door to go inside. He secretly hoped that his father was not awake yet, as he was in no mood to deal with him and his lectures. Sure enough, as he walked inside, the first face he saw was none other than his dad's. The man immediately looked up at the sound of the door opening and gave the boy a small greeting nod. "How was your run? I have a lot planned for you today," his father said.


However, Aiden simply gave his dad a brief acknowledging look before briskly jogging up the stairs to his room. He collapsed onto his soft white bed with weary muscles, putting in his earphones and getting lost in his music. He still had some time before he had to shower and go downstairs for yet another day of intense training to prepare for football season. And he was going to enjoy every second of it.

Spoiler

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Luce Agatha Grey

BASICS

Name:

Luce Agatha Grey


Nickname:

None


Age:

23

Gender:

Female

Birthday:

May 10, 1992

Sexuality:

Heterosexual




APPEARANCE


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Face Claim:

Jessica Alba (as Mona Grey) - An Invisible Sign

Eyes:

Chocolate brown.

Hair:

Longish, straight but slightly wavy, a slightly darker shade of brown.

Physique:

Quite thin and slim, and lacks a little bit of curvy-ness.

Body Modifications:

None.




IN DEPTH


Personality:

Luce may seem quite average, but she's quite odd, in her own way. She sits on the thin line between introvert and extrovert, but usually leans more towards an introvert. Luce gets uncomfortable in large crowds. She is quite unflappable, and can resist most of the charms of others, but doesn't usually be mean about it. She is good at ignoring people and likes to keep to herself. She can be very indecisive and takes a long time to make decisions. Luce is also often rather oblivious to her own emotions. Though sarcastic sometimes, she is mostly just a person who'd rather avoid people than start arguing with them. Despite all that, she is a kind and caring person, and very honest. She shows great interest in her hobbies and things she likes. Luce is loyal and sweet when opening up from her plain and slightly weird outer personality.

Traits:


+ Quiet

- Quiet

+ Open minded

- Introverted

+ Has many quirks

- Has many quirks

- Indecisive

+ Independent

- Oblivious to her own feelings

+ Positive

Quirks/Habits:

Plays with her hair when uncomfortable

Will eat soap when breaking down or nervous

Talking to herself when nervous

Roller coaster of emotions

Stutters when nervous, and fiddles

Talents/Hobbies:

Reading and writing

Drawing

Playing piano

Likes:

+ Literature

+ Writing

+ Reading

+ Eating

+ Romance...? Not sure about her opinion on it, yet.

Loves:

+ Libraries

+ Cats

+ Theater/Classic Cinema

+ Family

+ Surprises

+ Drawing

+ Art

Dislikes:

- Dogs

- Dressing up

- Horror genre

- Storms

- Drugs/Smoking

- Arrogance

Hates:

- Thunder

- Rudeness

- Large crowds

- Attention

- Social media

Fears:

Forced love

Heartbreak

Thunder, and storms in general

Aspirations:

Fall in love, marry, perhaps begin a family too?

Become more social.

Become an artist, or illustrator.

BACKGROUND


Backstory:

Luce grew up with her dad, mom and older sister in a fairly average household. Luce had a crush when she was in high school, but he and her sister ended up dating, which broke her heart. Nonetheless, she loved them both dearly, especially her sister. She was an introvert and hated crowds in her school life, subject to teasing by other students. She figured out how to ignore them and just go along with it like everyday life, which frustrated her at home after school. She began little habits like eating soap when frustrated and sad. Luce was an incredible artist, and liked to be imaginative, unlike her think inside the box family.

Luce's mom and dad were delighted with Luce's sister's engagement, and decided that they wanted their daughter to find her true love as well, because she'd hadn;t been very interested in love lately. So, they signed her up for the match making program, and here she is.

Theme Song:

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RELATIONSHIPS


Relationships:

State your opinion and relationship with each of the characters. Do this once accepted.

Crush:

Must update following the start of the role play.




Significant Other:

Update when necessary.




Children:

If applicable.




Writing Sample - From Crimson Knight Academy

Spoiler

There was a huge crowd of teenagers huddled inside the towering golden gates, in front a giant castle like school. Among them stood a tiny black haired girl with a sword at least five times her size slung easily on her back. That's me.

I'd received some sort of letter from this place. I was the first communication with the outside world I'd had in months, ever since... I push the thought away with might before it threatens to bring up tears. Can't make these people think I'm a weakling, or I'll never get anywhere. I'm above all these people, even if we're all magic users.

There was quite a bit of commotion. "Why are we here?" and "What's happening?" I was asking those questions to myself at that very moment. All I knew from the letter was that this place was called Crimson Knight Academy, and that we were going to be students for the new year. I'm sixteen, and already went to a school. Well, I ditched it for a while. And then this pops up from the blue? Well, it'd be a nice change to be surrounded by commoners than moths.

At last a woman emerged from a balcony up on the tower. She silenced the students immediately. "Welcome, new students. Welcome, to the Crimson Knight Academy! I am the Head Mistress, Lady Oregan." Lady Oregan was in her forties, with silvery hair flowing down her emerald gown in a single plait, and cloudy grey eyes. There was one thing that seemed quite peculiar; she was decked out in clinking armor with a leaf-obscured clutched in her hand. Was this what an Earth user looked like? I hadn't the slightest idea, being from a place where magic is rare, and you only find out you're a Metal element the night before your parents--- KI stop my mind from any continuation.

"You never would have hear about this school before, but it is a high school for magic users. And these magic users are you all, and we will turn you into faithful Crimson Knights. More will be explained after the orientation." Orientation? What was that going to be? I didn't have to think much before the answer was replied.

"Fight to the death. Last eighty four standing are new students. The rest..? Well, I think we know the answer for that. And there's no backing out now."

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I'll give you anything you ask for - as long as it's not something I don't want to give.


- Love Actually


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you know

Name:


William Lockhart


Nickname:


Will


Age:


Twenty-Two


Gender:


Male


Birthday:


November


Thirteenth


Sexuality:


Heterosexual

i'm bad at communication

Face Claim


Jackson Rathbone


Appearance


Will is an all round average guy. His hair is kept neat and his eyes are a rather boring moss green. He keeps his face shaved, because beards are just itchy! He wears flannel shirts and jeans with sneakers. He is just uninteresting. He has nothing notable about him, other than the slight tinge of ginger in his hair.


Eyes:


They are a green colour, with a haze of grey over them. They are quite a dull colour.


Hair:


Will's hair is brown, but when he's in light conditions, it appears a light ginger colour. It's neatly cut, and ruggedly styled.


Physique:


Will is of average height, standing at 6'2 and weighing 172lbs. He has built up muscle from regular trips to the gym, but is in no way 'beefy' or 'brawny'.

it's the hardest thing for me to do

Personality:


Much like his appearance, Will's personality is quite bland; at least to the average onlooker. To someone who doesn't really know him, he's just a shy(ish) guy who is getting on with his life. He's not really one to care about what people think, and he speaks his mind whenever he gets the chance, which isn't very often. He seems to just be getting on with his life, with his head down; working at a coffee shop and reading the newspaper on a bench in the park.


On the inside, Will is far different. He is strong willed and protective. He is empathetic and sensitive. He's also hilarious and has a brilliant, all round sense of humour. He's far from mature, until serious situations arise, then he knows how to snap into action. Will hates to see people being hurt or picked on, and ever since he was in school, he always strived to help those who were being bullied, which, incidentally, got him beat up.


Although he has a lot of redeeming qualities, Will is quite clumsy and awkward and generally says the wrong thing in front of other people, especially people he likes. He usually leaves himself in shit whenever he opens his mouth and ends up making himself sound like a total socio-path. Will is also the type of guy who will fall in love with the wrong girl. He'll become totally infatuated with a girl who is way out of his league, when a nice girl is standing right in front of him. He's blind that way.


Will is a romantic, in his own weird way. He'll throw pebbles at your window as a romantic gesture and end up breaking the glass. He'll give a bunch of roses to a girl who is allergic to said flower. He really tries when it comes to girls, but he's never really had any luck. Maybe it's because he wears his heart on his sleeve, and there is no mystery about him. Maybe it's because he is constantly wearing flannel shirts. Who knows? Either way, he's not had a girlfriend since fifth grade. And that relationship ended up with him puking all over his significant other.


Traits:


+


☝ Empathetic


☝ Humorous


☝ Protective


☝ Collected


☝ Self-Deprecating


-


☟ Shy


☟ Clumsy


☟ Prone to Spoonerisms


☟ Awkward


☟ Terrible with Girls


Likes:


☞ Flannel Shirts


☞ Blue Skies


☞ Comedy Movies


☞ People he can have a laugh with


☞ Coffee


Quirks/Habits:


☞ Prone to Spoonerisms


☞ He often stutters around people he likes


☞ He half smiles a lot


Hobbies:


☞ Although he's terrible, he sketches a lot


☞ He likes to just sit in the park and watch time go by


☞ He likes to watch cop dramas


Loves:


☞ Sunny Days


☞ His Grandmother


☞ Flannel Shirts


Dislikes:


☞ The Cold


☞ Peanuts (He's allergic)


☞ Loud Music


☞ Clocks


☞ Tank Tops


Hates:


☞ Tank Tops


☞ Peanut Brittle


☞ The Kardashians


Fears:


☞ Anuptaphobia; The fear of being single. Forever.


☞ Never having a job that he loves.


☞ People just not finding him funny any more.


Aspirations:


Will knows that he wants a family in the future, he's just a little hazy about when. He knows he wants to get married, he wants to have a good job so that he can give his family the best future. He wants to have one child, and then if he really likes fatherhood, maybe another.

that it's the most important part

Relationships:


State your opinion and relationship with each of the characters. Do this once accepted.


Crush:


Must update following the start of the role play.


Significant Other:


Update later when necessary.

that relationships will go through

Taken from Picture Perfect Memories:

Spoiler

"Mama?" Leo looked up from his notebook. He was sat on the front steps of his Grandparent's house, the Italian sun beaming down on him.


"-la casa è molto bella , un po ' piccola ma deliziosa!" His Mother, a dark haired beauty of forty, was stood next to her Mother, who was arranging salad bowls on the table. She looked down at her youngest son and smiled, "One minute Leo!" She continued her conversation.


Leo sighed. His notebook was full of scribbles. He was writing down what the scenery was like in Italy. He loved the hills and the sun and all the trees. It was different in England. Rainy and sort of grey. He wanted to remember what it was like in his home country. "Mama!" He shouted again, slightly inpatient.


"Okay, okay," He heard her footsteps behind him and he turned. She was wearing a blue linen dress and her feet were bear, as were his. The stones were warm with sun, so the need for shoes was little. "What do you want, my sweet boy." She put an arm around Leo and looked down at his notebook.


"I am trying to describe the country." He squinted at his writing. "But, but, how would you describe that?" He pointed towards the point where two hills meet, where a thin trickle of water had started. His mother chuckled and kissed his head. She always did that, Leo didn't understand why.


"Well, that is a waterfall." He accent was thick. Leo was the only one in the family who didn't speak fluent Italian. He knew some words, but because he was only an infant when they moved to England, there was no need for him to learn the accent. "Do you know what lives in those waterfalls?" She whispered. "Fairies. Golden fairies that plant flowers and give the water magical powers." She smiled and looked at the hills.


"Really?" Six year old Leo sounded fascinated. "Can we go and see them?" He looked at his Mother, his eyes glistening.


"Of course." Leo's Mother looked down at him, a big smile on her face, "But you have to be quiet, otherwise they'll fly away, and the water will no longer be magic." She raised her eyebrows.


Leo sat up and clambered onto his Mother's lap. "Can we go today?" He begged.


"Not today, sweet. Another time." Her lips curled slightly and her eyes were relaxing on a spot in the distance as her son hugged her.

Spoiler

Spoiler

 

[QuixoticKitten]

mixing the dough

"I dare you to love me..."

T H E R E ' S

N A M E

Caia Cecilia Ingram

Nickname(s):

A G E

twenty-one

G E N D E R

cisgender female

B I R T H D A Y

February 13

S E X U A L I T Y

homosexual

N O

F A C E C L A I M

Kassi Smith

A P P E A R A N C E

Written description.

E Y E S

State color.

H A I R

State style and color.

P H Y S I Q U E

Your character's build/body type.

M O D I F I C A T I O N S

Tattoos, piercings, significant marks.

C R Y I N G

Personality:

Written description.

Traits:

List based on personality section. At least 5 good, at least 5 bad.

Quirks/Habits:

Mannerisms, something your character does a lot.

Talents/Hobbies

What is your character good at? How do they pass time?

Likes:

State at least 5.

Loves:

What do you hold dearest to your heart?

Dislikes:

State at least 5.

Hates:

What does your character despise with a burning passion?

Fears:

State at least 2.

Aspirations:

What do you want to be/achieve? Are you planning on having kids? Getting married? Explain.

O N

Backstory:

Include your character's reason for joining Mrs. Rivera's matchmaking program.

Theme Song:

A song your character relates to. Optional.

S U N D A Y S

Relationships:

State your opinion and relationship with each of the characters. Do this once accepted.

Crush:

Must update following the start of the role play.

Significant Other:

Update later when necessary.

Children:

If applicable.

You may take this from another roleplay, or create a completely new scenario to show us your writing style.

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[Physiicz]

Alexander 'Alex' Jackson

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"Love is not a maybe thing, you know when you love someone"


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Baby

BASICS

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Name:


Alexander Mark Jackson


Nickname(s):


Alex


Age:


22


Gender:


Male


Birthday:


17th November


Sexuality:


Heterosexual

Please

APPEARANCE





Face Claim:


Simon Nessman


Appearance:


Alex stands at a very tall 6 foot 3 inches. He has quite an athletic build that can be described as muscular. This really gives him the 'Don't-mess-with-me' look. His hair is a very dark brown that usually is left curly or when he's feeling productive, a very soft and straight style. His eyes are a deep brown that matches his hair although can seem almost black when void of light. His outfit normally consists of stylish chinos, any type od t-shirt and his trademark white converse.


Eyes:


Dark Brown


Hair:


Brown, Curly


Physique:


Athletic/Muscular


Body Modifications:


Sleeve tattoo on his left arm

Don't

IN DEPTH

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Personality:


Alex is a very laid back guy. He is chill about most things but when you crack through the lazy/dozy surface you'll find a thrill seeker who wants to live life to the fullest. He can attempt the most craziest things without a drop of fear which can be very dangerous to his safety sometimes. He is a very out-going person but can be overly confident at times, as well as cocky, arrogant, obnoxious and nasty. Apart from that Alex is a very sweet, kind and caring person.


Traits:


+Outgoing


+Kind


+Laid Back


+Chill


+Caring


-Overly confident


-Cocky


-Arrogant


-Obnoxious


-Nasty


Quirks/Habits:


Bites thumb nail when angry


Runs a hand through his hair when he is nervous


Talents/Hobbies


Alex is a thrill seeker. He wants to live life and have fun. This makes him very good at extreme sports.


Likes:


Adrenaline Rush


Skateboarding


Snowboarding


Near death experiences


Having fun


Loves:


His family


Dislikes:


Boring day jobs


Lying around


Being sad


People who have no sense of humour


Cats


Hates:


Racists


Fears:


Spiders


Being alone in the world


Aspirations:


Alex has no goal except live life. Have fun and laugh as much as he can.

Hurt

BACKGROUND

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Backstory:


Alex has always been a thrill seeker/adrenaline junkie. For the past year he's been quite lonely and now he joined to find someone to share his awesome experiences with. But Alex was not always the happy go lucky person he is now. He actually had quite a rough childhood, his mother being a drug addict and his father an angry drunk. What got him through those hard times was his siblings. He had a younger brother, two older sisters and an older brother who all looked out for each other. As Alex grew he was expected to find a boring job and have a boring life but Alex had other plans.

Me

RELATIONSHIPS


Relationships:


Crush:


Significant Other:


Children:


N/A

Writing Sample

WRITING SAMPLE


(Sample from the NS Order, an original story I am currently writing)


The alarm emitted a loud, screeching beeping sound from the bed side table. The teen on the bed raised a lazy arm, swinging it blindly, hoping to hit the small snooze button on the alarm. His hand hit the surrounding area but with no victory. Finally he lifted his head from the greying pillow to have a look, but there seemed to be no alarm clock at all. Actually it seemed as if it was now coming from the other side of room.


The teen sighed and lifted his hand in the direction of the clock. The object rose into the air as if some invisible force had lifted it and an invisible force had lifted it. This teen in particular was a ‘super’ He had the power of Telekinesis or the power to manipulate matter. He could move with things with his mind, any size, any object, although the bigger the object, the more mental strain.


The alarm clock zoomed across the room and landed on the bed side where the teen finally hit the snooze button. He then slowly sat up, before swinging his legs over the bed. The teen was exactly six foot and quiet athletic, this made standing up a challenge for the overly tired teen. He pushed off the bed but was overcome with dizziness. He fell back but quickly regained his balance.


He sighed, rubbing his eyes, then looking out towards his small bathroom. Five minutes later the teen was out of the shower, getting changed. His outfit consisted of stylish chinos, a long sleeved top, brand new nike’s and an Addidas snap back. Now at 8:00 AM Calvin Webb was ready for another shitty day at school.

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[lazee]

​

A speck of blue dust suspended in a ray of sunlight
​

Cyan

||Name||


Eleanor Engels


||Nickname(s)||


Leo (pronounced Lèo), Ellie, Blue Dust


||Age||


22


||Gender||


Female


||Sexuality||


Bisexual, prefers females


||Birthday||


17th of August
​

Magenta

||Face Claim||


Lea Seydoux


||Appearance||


Leo is a fair-skinned Caucasian woman standing at 5'7" and weighing...it has been a while since she weighed herself, but it is estimated to be in the 60 kg range. She possesses a mainly ectomorphic body (narrow and lean) and modest curves. In fact, there are times when she could be mistaken for a boy. Just from her face, one can easily spot her European heritage. Her short hair is naturally a fair blonde, but has recently dyed it blue. Her eyes are of an equally distinct light amber. She dresses with functionality and her wallet in mind. Rarely will you find her clad in brand-name apparel. This can leave a stray impression that she might be a hipster at best and a homeless person at worst, since almost all of her clothes are either secondhand or poorly made (thus cheap).


||Eyes||


Bright amber


||Hair||


Short light blue


||Physique||


Lithe and slender, almost boyish if you squint


||Body Modifications||


She has a blue tattoo of the infinity symbol on her wrist
​

Yellow

||Personality||

When you first lay eyes on Eleanor, it may be hard to form a good first impression of her. Or any impression at all, for that matter. She comes off as distant, reserved and aloof, as if detached from the normal world. Like a princess locked in a tower. You will have a hard time finding moments where she would show outward emotion. Coupled with her tendency to be sparing in words, she would have been simply the typical wallflower, going unnoticed most of the time. Unfortunately (or fortunately), her distinctly attractive appearance makes it easy for her to be noticed in a crowd. Not that she enjoys being in the spotlight, heavens no.


It's safe to say that Leo hides much in regards to her personality. Come to know her enough and she reveals herself to be a warm and sanguine girl, albeit of a few words. She places great trust and care in those she can call friends and expects nothing but the same from them in return. To everyone else, however, she might as well be a locked diary. A polite locked diary. She makes it a point to speak softly and act with etiquette to anyone and everyone.Though she may not actively seek it, Leo cherishes genuine and heartfelt bonds. Having been deprived of an older sibling, she also appreciates the presence of one she could look up to and admire.


Leo is a scholarly person. Studious and diligent, she tries very hard to excel in college and not stopping at that, either. All of her actions are carefully planned and steadfastly executed, so as to minimize failure. Her admittance to her college didn't come easy. Her parents had sacrificed much to allow their daughter a suitable education. As such, the least she can do to repay them is make the most of the gracious opportunity laid out before her. The least she can do to make amends with her parents.


Surely beneath all her barriers, there is a lot of inner strife and depression, as is usually the case. You'd be surprised to know that, besides a sense of regret for her past actions and a lingering longing for his deceased brother, Leo is a mentally sound individual, but not without her flaws. She isn't used to social interactions with people her age, so she tends to say unintentionally inappropriate things or be brutally honest with others. She also cannot handle pressure well.


But of course like beauty, what becomes of her is in the eye of the beholder. Few have the opportunity to truly know her, and fewer still are able to break the emotional enigma that is Eleanor Engels.


||Traits||


+Polite


+Dedicated


+Pragmatic


+Friendly


+Optimistic


-Timid


-Distant


-Easily swayed/gullible


-Insensitive


-Mysterious


||Quirks||


-She will often whistle small tunes when studying, a habit she took after her brother.


-When not angry or sad, she will always bear a benevolent and genuine smile. This is a method she uses to stay positive.


-Sure signs of her talking to someone she is interested in are blushing and the emergence of a small stutter.


||Likes||


-Food


-Socializing


-Coffee


-Classic novels


-Smoking


-Rock music


-Disney movies (especially the Lion King)


||Talents/Hobbies||


*Photography: A small pastime she picked up in high school, Leo has since greatly enjoyed capturing the world in small snapshots.


*Cooking: The end-all of college kid talents, she would starve if she didn't know how to cook, so she took up cooking as both a hobby and a small profession, working part-time at a bistro.


*Languages: Leo had always been linguistically inclined, apparent from an early age that she has great potential for both learning new tongues and making beautiful words from existing ones. This is her main source of income, writing young adult fantasy novels.


||Loves||


>Shane Engels: Even though he has long since deceased, Leo's dearest brother will always remain in her heart as the only one that can hope to understand her and earn her utmost admiration and love.


>The color blue: More than just a favorite color, she is confident that everything she stands for, the color blue represents. One might even claim that her aura is a bright blue, just like herself. Vibrant, yet subtly so and soft in comparison to others.


>People: Quite surprising to even the ones who know her well, but Leo cherishes socializing and being around people in general. Sure, she might shy away from using much words, but the sheer warmth humanity has to offer is perhaps enough for her to survive on.


||Dislikes||


-Loud noises


-Squid ink


-Arrogance


-Rats


-Hipsters


-Robbers and thieves


||Hates||


-Funerals


-Rain


-Cliche anime and manga


-Eggplants


-Violence and wars


||Fears||


-Dark alleys


-The living dead


-Malicious serial killers


-Death


||Aspirations||


Leo doesn't have very high hopes for the future, but she does aspire to be a more confident person, friend and lover. She also hopes to garner more success in her studies and writing career.


||Relationships||


State your opinion and relationship with each of the characters. Do this once accepted.


||Crush||


Must update following the start of the role play.


||Significant Other||


Update later when necessary.


||Children||


Ha! Good one.
​

Black

||Biography||

Eleanor Engels was born in the Chicago suburban area, to a rather modest family. Her father was a restaurateur of German descent and her mother, a nurse in a local middle school. She actually had a pretty vibrant childhood, all because of her brother, Shane. Shane was 7 years older than her and Leo admired him greatly. To her, he was the coolest, most charismatic being in the world. He had a major influence on her life. Hell, her nickname 'Leo' came from his being unable to pronounce her first name right. Come middle school and she developed to be a diligent and ambitious student. She aspired to go to a good university and make the family proud, just like Shane who had been admitted to NYU. The Leo then was much different, much more outgoing and talkative. She was popular among her peers, even moreso once high school came and her growth spurt peaked.


Unfortunately, that was all about to change.





It was a stormy Sunday evening. Leo and Shane had just came from shopping downtown. As they were heading for the train station, a robber armed with a switchblade set upon them and demanded all of their money. Her brother tried to reason with him, but to her shock, the robber remorselessly stabbed him in the neck and ran away with his wallet. At that instant, her whole world shattered. Her brother, her role model. Dead on the spot. Everything else that followed had been a blur, but she remembered screaming for help until her lungs gave way. The robber was eventually arrested, but was that any consolation?


After Shane's death, Leo was never the same, as expected from the trauma. She graduated from high school and managed to enroll in the university she had always wanted to study in. Ironically, her brother once applied there but was rejected. It saddened her to think that she could succeed where Shane had failed. But she soon realized that he wouldn't want to see her so sorrowful this way. It was hard forgetting, harder still overcoming the grief. Pretending she had gotten over it, however, was easy. And sooner or later, it was no longer pretending. Sure, adapting and getting used to her new peers would be hard, but at least she wasn't caught in grief anymore. Still, she craved something more, craved to fill the gap that Shane had created. This want didn't go unnoticed by her (admittedly) small circle of friends. So, without her consent at all, they decided to sign Leo up for the matchmaking service. Obviously, she was livid that they didn't get her approval beforehand, but since her participation was nigh-mandatory and all had been said and done, the blunette had no choice but to go along with whatever (or whoever) this Ms. Rivera had in store for her.


||Writing Sample: Nothing but The Rain||

Funerals. Eleanor had only been to a merciful few, but why did she have to attend his, for God's sake?


Shane's death was one of great impact, not only to her, but to many others. His web of relationships had been vast and far-reaching. No wonder that the grief would be almost universal. People as distant as Australia grieved for his loss. It was sort of polarizing how small the world had become. That the death of a person in one part of the world could reach the hearts of people miles away. And Leo knew that every single one of her brother's friends had been genuine in their lamentations. It was apparent just from their eyes. She was glad that so many cared so much for him. Yet at the same time, she hated just how many had to be saddened by the tragedy.


Indeed, it would be merciful if only she held the pain.


Her parents were currently in the church, her father delivering a eulogy to the bereaved. Shane had been buried a half hour earlier. And in no less than half a century later, he would be dust. Leo herself was standing motionless in front of Shane's grave. Unable to part her eyes from the words on his gravestone. It was a quote from O. Henry, as well as their shared last words.


"I don't wanna go home in the dark."


So simple, and yet so profound. As far as last words went, he picked the very best one. Leo spent God knows how many hours just staring blankly at his grave. A constant reminder that an irreplaceable part of her was now gone for good. So focused was she that she didn't notice the mass of people begin to leave the church and go home. Her mother went over to check on her, but saw that there was nothing to check on. The middle-aged nurse gave her daughter a comforting hug and reluctantly backed away to give her the space she deserved. More time passed still in her silent reflection. The clouds turned gray and thunder rumbled in the distance. Slowly, drops of water rained down on her, soaking her clothes wet, them changing shades from a pristine black to a jet black. Harder the rain fell, her hearing clouded by the thunderous downpour. Eleanor looked up and allowed herself to be poured on. She wanted the water to scour her clean, purge her of all the strife, grief and heartbreak. Now, she felt everything, but she wanted to feel nothing.


Nothing but the rain.

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THEME SONG

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"Even if the distance seems far, run after him. Even if it feels like he isn't right next to you, grab on to him for dear life."

 

[lostviolence]

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I Feel Like

Name:


Lilac Erica Rose


Nickname(s):


Lily | Rose


"Anything but Lilac..."


Age:


20


Gender:


Self-explanatory.


Birthday:


Female


Sexuality:


Heterosexual

I'm Waiting

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Face Claim:


Joanna Kutcha


Appearance:


Lily is quite a extraordinary looking girl, almost model like (wink, wink) Her long blonde mane cascades done to her hips in small waves. Standing at 5'4'', her body frame is quite petite and almost seems like she a walking stick. Her beautiful grey doe eyes seem to sparkle when Lily is happy. With barely any meat on her body Lily weights at 130lbs. As for clothing sense, Lily tends to wear things off Pinterest of Tumblr etc. Lily tends to wear shirt with skirts or shorts compared to dresses. Lily rarely wears make up but when she feels spontaneous, she puts the slightest of make up on.


Eyes:


Grey with specks of gold


Hair:


Blonde in small waves


Physique:


Petite; Nimble


Body Modifications:


Small tattoo she got when was sixteen of a sun

For Something

Personality:


Lily is a simple girl. No rich background or some sort of outgoing person, Lily is just simple. To describe Lily would only take a few seconds, she seems to be the definition of awkward and is quite a klutz as well. Rose seems to have a extraordinary mind and is always drawing in her never-ending sketch book of hers.


Towards to the people that she likes of, she's very intelligent and somewhat almost funny. Every once in a while there is a rare chance of Lily smiling. Although, Lily is more observant than audio to her surroundings. Rather draw in her bedroom than go outside. Lily tries her very best to make the day go fast as she can possibly can. Lily also has trouble concentrating as she has a mild ADHD.

Traits:


+ Sweet + Caring + Funny + Creative + Artistic


+ Clumsy + Shy + Awkward + Slacker + Daydreamer


Quirks/Habits:


~ Tends to play with her hair alot when bored


~ Bites her tongue when annoyed


Talents/Hobbies


Lily is quite artistic and very creative, she owns a never ending sketch-book of drawings


Likes:


Drawing


Creativity


Music


Food


Tea


"I love this list"


Loves:


Lily holds the dearest memory of her father giving her sketchbook and a pack of pencils


Dislikes:


~ Death


~ Her whore of a mother


~ Her name (Lilac)


~ Work


~ Awkwardness


Hates:


Her mother


Fears:


Fear


Being Lonely


Aspirations:


Lily plans on finishing her degree in art and directing and maybe start a family..

That Isn't

Backstory:


Lilac Erica Rose was born in Michigan with three older brothers and an caring father and a bitchy mother. The Rose family weren't very rich and had very little things compared to other people but they all loved each other well, except for the mother. At the age of five, her father handed her first sketch-book and a pack of pencils from a corner store. Her father was an artist and encouraged his children to be creative as they wanted to be.


However, her mother didn't agree and thought that having more smarts was being than being creative. Lily hated the wretched woman and she would always hid in her father's art room to draw in her sketchbook. Eight years flew by that time, Lily was 13 years and was struggling in school. Her father with his saving, took her to a doctor to see what was wrong and Lily had ADHD. Lily was back home and her father helped her in anyway to overcome her mental illness. Sadly, her father couldn't help her anymore.


Daniel Rose was dying of lung cancer because of her mother's second hand smoking. Once, Daniel died her mother began to break all of her art equipment as soon they got home from the funeral and banned art inside the house. Of course, at the age of sixteen, hormones and mood swings kicked in. Lily ran away from home with what was left of her father's art things and $200 stolen from her mother's swearing jar (She swore alot) And began living in her friend's house in secrecy.


Lily graduated with flying mark and also got a job at an arts 'n craft store. She was making income to go to university. One night, Lily was wide awake at 2 in the morning to draw and listen to T.V. As she nearly finished her drawing of her father, a ad came on about match-making. Seeing that her friend kept pestering about moving out with the love of her life, she completed the survey and never heard from them again. It wasn't until working at the craft store that she got a message about she had a match.


Theme Song:


Trouble With Us - Chet Faker Ft. Marcus Marr


Relationships:


TBD


Crush:


TBD


Significant Other:


None


Children:


None

Going to Happen

Writing Sample:


Avery closed her eyes as she tuned in the sounds of the birds tweeting their song, the wind rustling the winds. She drew her bow and opened her eyes to find her breakfast. She continued to listen and heard some rustling in the bush. Avery turned around and noticed a baby deer. She hated to kill these animals but it was for survival and for her family. Avery took a deep breathe of air and shot past the baby deer, her thoughts clouded her aim . She raced over to where the deer stood and grabbed her arrow. She looked up in the sky and noticed where the sun shone "Crap" Avery murmured then began to race back without stopping. She ducked underneath the broken electric fence and raced back home. She silently went inside, closing the door as quietly as she could. Avery leaned her head against the door and anger and sorrow. She turned around only to face her angry and sickly mother "Where have you been?" Erica asked, her pale lips frowned as her deep brown eyes focused on Avery "Nowhere" Avery muttered praying that her mother would worry about something else later.


A large hiss came from Rose's room "Rose!" Avery yelled and raced to her sister's room. She drew her arrow and aimed at the beast called Rosemary. Avery sighed and slowly lowered her bow. The ginger cat was dressed in pink bows and his fur was currently being brushed by his owner "Rose! What are you doing?" Avery asked, frustration drenched her voice. Rose gave an innocent look and continued to brush the cat "I'm getting Rosemary ready for the Reaping" Rose softly replied. Avery just sighed and slowly patted the cat, Rosemary hissed at Avery which pissed her off "Rose, get dress it's time" She firmly said then left her sister's room.


Out of the family Avery was the most scared as she's the one that takes care of Rose and her slowly dying mother. After her father's death in the mines she took the role of the mother and did everything in her power to keep everything in order but the Reaping was just an obstacle. This year, Avery had her name in the ball twenty times as it was protocol but she put five more as she earned five year's worth of tessera and oil to survive. Avery stood in the broken full length mirror that stood in a corner of her small room, with the large cracks in the mirror she could hardly recognized her reflection as it has been a long time since she saw how she looks. She couldn't bear to look at herself. She quickly brushed her grey skirt out then headed out of her room.


Her mother sat on the ruined couch, her face was puffy and her eyes were swollen and red, she had been crying again "Don't cry" Avery cooed and sat next to the frail woman "Please... Just come home" She pleaded. Rose came out hugging the ginger cat again for the last time, her innocence made Avery's heart died. She had to make sure Rose stayed safe. Avery just smiled a left the house "It's going to be okay" Avery tried to calm her sister. Rose began to puff up in redness. Avery stood in front of her and got down on her knees to meet Rose's eyes "Look, don't forget that we're golden? Okay, Dad would been proud of us" She said softly then hugged Rose. There was a small space in Avery's conscious that something was going to happen.


The sisters finally came to the District square and they stood together. Avery stood on the edge of the line and Rose stood next to her clinging onto her arm. Avery looked around and noticing the boy she saw after her hunting, all she knew was that his name was Quinton and that was it. Avery pricked her finger and crimson blood came out of her finger. She wiped her pricked finger on her skirt and went to line up. Rose soon quickly followed her after she pricked her finger as well. A very colorful woman came on stage with a toothy smile on her face. As always they showed the same clip about the Hunger Games. Avery closed her eyes as the colorful lady continued to talk "Now let's see our female tribute!" She announced giving a small giggle at the end. She fiddled with a heap of white slips of paper until she chose one. She walked up to the retro looking microphone and read the name "Avery Quinn?" She asked


Avery was shocked in disbelief. She gave Rose a hug and began to walk up onto the stage. She resisted to go back to her sister yelling and calm her down. Her fate was sealed and there was no going back.

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[Psychedelia]

Name


Margaret Anne Meyer


Nickname(s)


Mags, Maggie


Age


22


Gender


Cisgender Female


Birthday


April 3rd, 1993


Sexuality


Heterosexual

Appearance


Standing at 5' 7" and weighing 122 pounds, Maggie is a petite young woman. Her face, round and rather full, is framed by long, typically wavy hair that changes its shade with each season. In the past, she had dyed her hair blonde several times but eventually stopped to let her hair grow back in it's natural color -- an ash brown, of sorts. Clothing-wise, her wardrobe is quite expansive and her style is hard to describe. For the most part, she sticks to dark colors while staying far away from orange and yellow, in particular.


Eyes


Chestnut


Hair


Long, wavy, and light brown


Physique


Slim with gentle curves


Body Modifications


Her lobes are each pierced twice and her left cartilage is, as well. She doesn't have any tattoos currently but does intend to get one, some day.

Personality


Maggie is best summed up as a vibrant, incredibly passionate character. She tends to give off the impression of being outgoing, sweet, and, unfortunately, ditsy. Despite the recurring assumption that she isn't intelligent, she's practically the polar opposite. If you get the chance to sit down and truly talk to her, have a deep conversation and whatnot, then you'll see. Maggie has a real soft spot for adventuring and loves trying new and exciting things. In most situations, she thoroughly enjoys being the center of attention and, for this, is sometimes regarded as being self-assured; possibly even overly-so. In this sense, however, she simply carries an immense amount of confidence and is much more of a leader than a follower. Her aspirations and goals are what she lives for; striving towards them without any holding back. In contrast, she is very impulsive and often forgets to think before saying/doing things which tends to have a detrimental effect.


Traits


Independent - Generous - Optimistic - Enthusiastic - Courageous


Moody - Short tempered - Self-involved - Impulsive - Impatient


Likes


Nature - Animals - Romance - Astrology - Chocolate - Rain - People - Reading


Loves


Adventure - Movies - Tea - Deep conversations - Meditation


Dislikes


Cigarettes - Worms - Needles - Headaches - Fish - Loud noises - Drugs


Hates


Ignorance - Violence - Crying - Hot weather


Fears


Never finding love - Suffocation - Chickens


Talents/Hobbies


Multi-tasking - Dancing - Meditating - Socializing





Aspirations


Finish earning her bachelor's degree and become a nurse - Get married - Have two children

Quirks/Habits


Refuses to drive a vehicle if everyone isn't buckled in - When she gets really stressed, she cleans until she feels better - Tends to play with her piercings when nervous/flirting - Cannot go a single day without a shower and will often take two in a single day

Relationships


TBD


Crush


TBA


Significant Other


N/A


Children


N/A

 

[AviouslyPTX]

A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. Rose

BASICS

Name:


Evangeline Ryan Walker


Nickname(s):


Eva; Ryan


Age:


23


Gender:


Female


Birthday:


October 28


Sexuality:


Heterosexual


APPEARANCE

Face Claim


Avril Lavigne


Appearance


WIP


Eyes:


Blue


Hair:


Her hair is fairly long, stopping at the middle of her back. It is naturally brown but it is dyed blonde. Occasionally there will be colored streaks in her hair, most of the time pink. She normally wears it straightened, but naturally it is slightly wavy, and if she feels like it, she will curl it.


Physique:


Eva is a staggering 5’3” tall and is pretty thin and slightly toned. She doesn’t have many curves to her, so she often wears clothes to accent what little curves she does have.


Body Modifications:


She has no tattoos, but two piercings in her left ear and a naval piercing. She also has a scar stretching across her back that she doesn’t really like to talk about.

IN DEPTH

Personality:


WIP


Traits:


WIP
































Quirks/Habits:


WIP


Talents/Hobbies


WIP


Likes:


WIP

















Loves:











Dislikes:


WIP

















Hates:


WIP














Fears:


WIP








Aspirations:


WIP


What do you want to be/achieve? Are you planning on having kids? Getting married? Explain.

BACKGROUND

Backstory:


WIP


Include your character's reason for joining Mrs. Rivera's matchmaking program.


Theme Song:


WIP


A song your character relates to. Optional.

RELATIONSHIPS

Relationships:


State your opinion and relationship with each of the characters. Do this once accepted.


Crush:


Must update following the start of the role play.


Significant Other:


Update later when necessary.


Children:


N/A

WRITING SAMPLE

Cody diverted his eyes to the kids just as they broke free and started running. He smiled as they jumped into their father's arms and couldn't help but let his mind wander. Finally hearing Mikael speak again, he moved his two toned eyes back to the gorgeous blonde, his head tilting to one side once again. He gave a small smile of a greeting before standing up straight and dropping his hands. He looked down at his clothes and gave a small laugh. "I'm gonna go change. I'll be back shortly," he said with a smile as he gave one last glance back at Sophia, taking note of her blushing. "You should keep blushing. Something about it just...works," he told her simply before turning and walking away to his trailer.


Once inside, he went straight to his room and began looking through his clothes. Finding a well-fitting pair of jeans and a simple black button up shirt, he changed clothes and glanced in the mirror, deciding to fix up his hair and add a bit of gel. When he finished, he slid on his black converse and brushed his teeth after washing his face just to make sure all the makeup was off. He gave a single nod of approval and headed back out silently. He said a few hellos to people he passed but otherwise remained quiet as he made his way back to his friend and godkids. When he arrived, he gladly picked up Abigail and kissed her cheek playfully. His eyes always lit up when he saw the kids. It was almost like they were his own and he wouldn't treat them any differently. He spared a single glance at Sophia before looking at Mikael. "I think the beach would be a good idea," he said with a small grin as he looked at the kids. "What do you guys think?" He asked as he raised an eye two at them.


Watching as they nodded enthusiastically, he couldn't help but chuckle at their reactions. He sat Abigail down before suddenly remembering something. "I'll be right back," he said before jogging away. Grabbing an apron from catering, he slid it on after his jacket them filled a bucket with ice water. He took it back over to Mikael before winking. "It's the second Friday of shooting," he said before looking around for the director. Once he spotted him, Cody looked at Mikael. "Gotta drench him with iced water," he said with a chuckle before taking the water up behind him. Lifting it up silently, she grinned as he dumped the water on him, backing up to avoid getting soaked and laughed.

 

[WhisperSweetNothings]

Close | Editing.

Annabel Lee
Love will find a way
​

Basics

Name:


Annabel Lee


Nickname(s):


Anna, Ann


Age:


Twenty-one


Gender:


Female


Birthday:


Tenth of February


Sexuality:


Bisexual

Appearance

Appearance


Almost angelic at a first glance, Annabel has ivory skin and bright blonde hair. Her posture is always proper and her supple limbs move with grace and ease. Annabel rarely exercises, yet she weighs approximately one hundred and ten pounds. Standing merely at five-foot-six, Annabel was often teased of her short stature and goofy smiles. Due to her self-consciousness, Annabel takes extra measures to hydrate her porcelain skin or moisturize her wavy blonde locks. It is quite easy to determine what emotions she is putting up front from her doe-like eyes. Like colors of the sea during a terrible storm, what lies behind those dreary and sullen irises clears up to a new world of sunshine and kindness. Although Annabel is given the choice to wear expensive lines of clothing from her modeling career, she prefers to model dainty dresses and light fabric in pastel colors. Her best attractive feature out of the rest is her beautiful smile, though she rarely displays it to the public since she started modeling.


Eyes:


Stormy gray


Hair:


Beach waves of Chardonnay blonde


Physique:


Lithe and thin


Body Modifications:


"To be or not to be" tattoo on right forearm

Depth

Personality:


Written description.


Traits:


? Genial


? Affectionate


? Philanthropic


? Gracious


? Poised


? Cowardly


? Finicky


? Introverted


? Quiet


? Solemn


Quirks/Habits:

? Blushing


? Humming


? Stuttering


? Chewing lip/nails


? Not asking for help


? Giving up/Giving in


? Holding on to things she needs to let go of




Talents/Hobbies

? Arts and crafts


? Baking


? Dancing


? Modeling


? Singing




Likes:

? Stargazing


? Fireplaces


? Snowball fights


? Dancing


? Puddles in the rain




Loves:


? Her parents


? Winter


? Friendships


? Photography


? Books


Dislikes:

? Thunderstorms


? Fire


? Spicy foods


? Darkness


? Loud/Crowded places




Hates:


? Loneliness


? Haunted places


? Her shyness


? Heights


? Thunderstorms


Fears:


? Brontophobia; fear of thunder


? Monophobia; fear of loneliness


Aspirations:


Annabel plans to become a well-known model and use the money with her partner to travel the world. She isn't entirely ready to raise children but is open to marriage.

no slide

no slide

Relationships

Relationships:


State your opinion and relationship with each of the characters. Do this once accepted.


Crush:


Must update following the start of the role play.


Significant Other:


Update later when necessary.


Children:


If applicable.

Writing

Writing Sample


... With a sharp gasp, the woman immediately woke up from her realistic nightmare, her head drenched in cold sweat. Hands tightened their grip at the edges of the hammock as it rocked itself roughly from her trembling body. Her heart began beating fast and pumped loud enough for her to hear. Comely brass coils which glisten in the sun like gold atop her crown created a veil to cast her shame away from the world. Not that there was no one around, but it was still embarrassing to see such a strong woman be torn down by a bad dream. Eleanor brought her hand up to her face to swipe away the beads of sweat, gliding it through her long bangs to thrust them back. Ever since the apocalypse started, Eleanor had been dreaming of terrible nightmares that illustrated what her death would be like. Some of them were repetitive, and a few of them only happened once. This nightmare, however, was a new one. She couldn't figure out why it was a fiery doom she had fallen to. What got to her was that her parents were there as well. "It could be a bad omen..." She told herself as she swung her legs over the hammock to feel the grass beneath her toes. Her pointed chin lifted up to the air as the woman watched white clouds roll by. Eleanor would bend down with svelte arms to grab at a large book. She straightened her small back as she carried the hefty book in the crook of her arm, the foxing pages with fretted edges flipping open. A faint, nostalgic smell wafted towards her. She turned the feather-weight pages back to the first page, glacial blue irises skimming through the Prologue of Gaston's Leroux's "The Phantom of the Opera"...


... Golden locks of hair draped down to her petite shoulders as Eleanor lazily swung back on the striped hammock, the book resting atop her chest. She started to hum to the tune of the theme song for "The Phantom of the Opera", her voice a bit croaky from the long nap she took. At first glance, she calls to mind the cool tones of winter; icy shades of blue hues frosting her irises. The fierce appearance of her eyes gave the impression of being intimidating and menacing. Her delicate hands supported the back of her head like a pillow, fingers interlocking with one another. The chatter of grasshoppers and birds started dying out as the day grew late. Eleanor took in a deep breath of fresh manure from the dairy cows and horses grazing on the fields. All was well on her little farm, with no biters or humans to disrupt her peace. An electrified fence ran around the border of her property. Signs posted along the wall warned both living and dead to stay out. What made her cautionary signs more terrifying was that these signs were held by walkers nailed to tall wooden posts. Each biter she took out hung on these towering stakes, barbed wire wrapped around the dead individual to add on to the ominous aesthetic. These threatening signs served one purpose: to scare survivors off her land. Getting up from her comfortable position, the therapist dug her feet inside a pair of combat boots. She got up from the hammock and stretched, hearing a trail of cracks down her spine. Eleanor went back inside her house to grab a can of beer from the refrigerator, the heat of the Georgia summer getting the best of her. No matter what season Georgia was in, the weather would still maintain its sweltering heat. With the flick of her forefinger, Eleanor opened the can with ease and chugged down the cool drink halfway. A small sigh escaped her "O" shaped lips as Eleanor felt the refreshing liquid slide down her throat. The survivor was ready to go back out to read when she heard a loud blast pierce the still air...

 

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MAJOR WIP

BASICS


Name:


Donovan Lionel Smith


Nickname(s):


Don


Age:


25


Gender:


Male


Birthday:


December 18th


Sexuality:


Heterosexual


APPEARANCE


Face Claim

Appearance


As a police officer, Donovan is a very fit and muscular young man who always ensures he stays in shape for his job. He has several scars on his body from his work and usually sports a beard.


Eyes:


Brown


Hair:


Mocha Faux Hawk


Physique:


Your character's build/body type.


Body Modifications:


Tattoos, piercings, significant marks.


IN DEPTH


Personality:


Traits:


Stubborn


Decisive


Insensitive


Impulsive


List based on personality section. At least 5 good, at least 5 bad.


Quirks/Habits:


Mannerisms, something your character does a lot.


Talents/Hobbies


What is your character good at? How do they pass time?


Likes:


Socialising


State at least 5.


Loves:


What do you hold dearest to your heart?


Dislikes:


State at least 5.


Hates:


What does your character despise with a burning passion?


Fears:


State at least 2.


Aspirations:


What do you want to be/achieve? Are you planning on having kids? Getting married? Explain.


BACKGROUND


Backstory: Donovan comes from a dysfunctional family with parents who got married in their teens when they fancied themselves madly in love and eloped. Following their marriage and Donovan's birth, they spent most of their time together arguing with one another. His father would work long hours while his mother often went out leaving Donovan alone in the house. During the worst of the fights, his mother would often get drunk and call Donovan over to scold him and blame him for her current situation, once having cursed his birth and her mistake in choosing to have him. This led Donovan to shun his parents and spend most of his time outside with his friends instead where he was much happier and enjoyed himself. Because of his own dislike of his parents, Donovan has never known familial love nor experienced first hand what a loving family is like and how it functions. He grew up enduring the verbal abuse in silence and never communicated with his parents unless necessary. When Donovan entered middle school however, his mother having had enough took Donovan out on a drive with the intention of committing double suicide. Donovan soon realised what his mother intended to do and tried to escape but suffered multiple injuries and was later chased when he finally got out of the car. He would have died that day if not for the efforts of a nearby police officer who saved him from being run over by his mother. His mother committed suicide before she could be arrested and Donovan reached the hospital in time to be saved but he ended up with scars both physical and mental that never fully healed from that day. His father ignored him all the same after the accident and Donovan had to handle everything himself, becoming incredibly independent and self reliant. He refused to become weak like his mother had or show any need to rely on his father for anything at all, taking up work part time as soon as he could while continuing to enjoy himself at school and after school interacting with his friends. As he grew older, he became more popular with the female crowd and would often date the girls who showed an interest in him but none of the relationships he had were serious or lasted long. Grateful to the police officer who had saved his life, Donovan worked towards becoming a respectable police officer like him and devoted himself to making sure he earned the qualifications necessary. Despite how things had gone down between his parents, Donovan too got married young at the age of 20 when he met Lisa Black, a young woman who worked at a coffee shop he frequented and came from a loving family. He strongly believed that things would be different between him and Lisa unlike his parents and for the earlier part of their marriage they were blissfully happy until Donovan became an officer and started spending longer hours away from home. It was shortly after the birth of their daughter Eliza Smith that their first major argument broke out over how Donovan only cared about his work and paid little attention to herself and Eliza. Things got worse when Donovan got shot on the job and wound up in critical condition in the hospital and thugs from a mob kidnapped Lisa and Eliza to get back at Donovan for arresting their boss. The stress of almost losing him and the traumatic kidnap experience where she and Eliza almost lost their lives took its toll on Lisa who eventually left with Eliza. Believing it to be the best for his wife and daughter to be in an environment where they could be happy and safe, Donovan kept his distance so they wouldn't come under harm. He came to agree with Lisa's assessment of him as a father after reflecting on it and decided he was not suited to love and stopped believing in it. Despite his vow to never involve himself again due to his belief that it was in their best interests, Donovan found Eliza in his care again, this time alone following the deaths of Lisa and her parents in a fatal car accident. Donovan tried to raise Eliza on his own but found himself incapable of doing so and eventually sought to find a woman who could be a mother to Eliza, someone who would at least be able to do a better job than him and understand her.


Theme Song:


A song your character relates to. Optional.


RELATIONSHIPS


Relationships:


State your opinion and relationship with each of the characters. Do this once accepted.


Crush:


Must update following the start of the role play.


Significant Other:


Update later when necessary.


Children:


Eliza Smith-Donovan's three year old daughter who has proven to be more than he can handle. He loves her but knows almost nothing about her and doesn't understand the first thing about being a father, having left that to Lisa and focused on his work.


WRITING SAMPLE


You may take this from another roleplay, or create a completely new scenario to show us your writing style.

 

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"Why are all of us rushing to get things done? We're all young. Just live in the moment, goddamnit." -Sydney

R E Q U I S T E

[Name]

Sydney Reed Luschek

[Nickname(s)]

Syd ; by most

[Age]

21

[birthday]

December 7 | Sagittarius

[Gender]

Cisgender Female

[sexuality]

Heterosexual

M I E N

[Face Claim]

Alexis Ren

[Appearance]

Before in middle school, when Sydney was just a little pebble (compared to herself now), Sydney was cursed with rigid braces, and a bigger figure. After she hit puberty in her second year of high school, not only did her perspective on life begin to change, but so did her looks. Her metabolism quickened, decreasing her weight by nearly 25% and lowering her to 126 lbs, standing at a statuette height of 5'9". Her acne faded, only leaving behind her creamy complexion, though with her tannable nature, now olive. She lost the braces, which resulted in perfect, white teeth, that shined whenever she cracked a smile with her thin, plum lips. Other than a bit of lip gloss and some concealer, Sydney avoids makeup about 80% of the time, so she's makeup free unless she goes to some sort of party.

[Eyes]

Almond

[Hair]

Sydney possesses natural wavy, blond hair. Her hair falls past her shoulders, and she doesn't do much for it except for passing a brush for merely five minutes each morning. She usually allows it to lay free, but if shes feeling annoyed with it, then she'll tie it up in a pony tail or messy bun. The only time that she'll ever straighten or curl her hair is if shes bored to the max, or she's going out for something special.

[Frame]

Slender & Slightly curvy, beholding an athletic build.

P E R S O N A

[Personality]

Sydney can easily be considered a child. She's friendly and outgoing, catching the attention from most people. Her optimistic vibes keep her going all the time, and she's social in almost every situation unless she feels as if there is too much negativity surrounding her. She can be extremely humorous, and uses this to the best of her ability when meeting new people, at times coming off a bit corny. Being as unself-centered as she is, Sydney strives for equality, in everyone whether they're a human being, a tree, or an animal as little as an ant. She's quick to stand up for anyone that she thinks needs it, and takes topics such as racism, gay rights, and sexism in a serious manner. Sydney sees herself as an open-book, to the point where she wouldn't hesitate to walk around completely shirtless in a house of strangers. Because she doesn't talk about her home-life as much as other's do, many believe that she's self-reserved, but the truth is, if people asked her, she'd openly tell them. Sydney tries her best to not keep secrets, not only about herself, but about other people as well. If one were to tell her something to keep, it would irritate her not being able to talk about it and sooner or later she wouldn't be able keep it in, thus making her a horrible person to tell your secret thoughts to. Though she doesn't specialize in the "books smart" category, Sydney holds a lot of common sense, and is quite "people smart" to know the logical basics of life. She craves adventure, and loves to wander off to new places, and is mesmerized by the way nature shows itself to be. She takes endless risk, and is proud to call herself a daredevil. Sydney is athletic crazed to the max and has no problem waking up at four in the morning if it means getting her only exercise for the day. In opposition to all of her likeable traits, she despises hard work and is quick to give up when things get a little too difficult for her or she if she gets a tad bit frustrated. Sydney is an indecisive being, either not knowing what she wants or is constantly changing her mind, but in the end she'll always have a big heart and will try to include any and everyone.

[Traits]

> Optimistic

> Adventurous

> Open-minded

> Strong Willed

> Social

> Spontaneous

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< Indecisive

< Lazy towards work

< Unrealistic

< Immature

< Untrustworthy

[Habits/Quirks]

- Calls most people by the word "dude" a lot.

- Crosses both of her legs when sitting

- Bites the inside of her mouth

- Chews on her nails when lost in thought

- Squints her eyes when lying

- Scratches her earlobe when bored

[Talents/Hobbies]

* Surfing

* Aerobics

* Baking

[Likes]

+ The outdoors

+ Sports

+ Quiet mornings

+ Candy

+ Club/Festival music

+ Swimming

+ Tank tops

[Dislikes]

- Snobs

- Meat (She's a vegan)

- Inequality

- Arguments

- Romance Movies

[Loves]

- Both of her dads

- Traveling

- Pumpkin pie

- Airplanes

- Boats

[Hates]

- Physical work/chores

- Liars

- School

- Her mother

[Ambitions]

| To travel all around the world |

| To get married and have kids |

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

Relationships:

Crush:

Significant Other:

W R I T I N G S A M P L E

Roleplay: Walt Disney University | Playing as Ava

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“Get a room.”

“At least take her out to dinner, first.”

As they fell to the ground, and his eyes and her eyes met, she felt a rush cheerfulness within her. Their situation didn't call for a moment of stillness, but somehow, she got lost in his beautiful almond-shaped eyes. An unfamiliar sensation of comfort; something that she hadn't felt in a long time, rose in her, and for a second, just a second, she hoped to stay in the same position forever. Checking back into reality, Ava broke the contact with Atlas and looked down, unintentionally digging her face into his chest. Flushed, Ava managed to recollect her thoughts from her humiliated haze and crawled back up to her feet with the help of Atlas. Great. My first day and I’ve already made a fool of myself. Her cheeks turning a bright crimson red, made it worse for Ava to hide the feeling of embarrassment that had aroused her so quickly. And to top it all off, everyone was teasing her about it, and even though she knew that they all mean’t well, she just wished that they just pretended like they didn’t see.

Fluffing off her skirt, she gulped lightly and took a glance around at everyone. A relieving smile drifted across her face, though internally she felt like hiding under her bed, just like she used to do when she was little. Turning her gaze on Atlas, Ava felt her face grow hotter, if it was even possible to be more humiliated than she already was. "I'm okay. I promise. It was my fault. I'm the biggest klutz, I've always been." Ava reassured. He himself looked a tad bit queasy from the fall, but he sure did a better job at hiding it than she did. Still, Ava by not means didn't want Atlas to feel bad for what happened. I mean, she did fall on him. It wasn't the other way around.

After Aurora and Flynn's teasing, there was quite a moment of silence between the small group. Ava kept her head down, and instead started to fiddle around with her thumbs. The tension between them all, grew dense, especially for her. Breaking the quietness, Aurora cleared her throat and began strutting down the hallway,and taking the lead as everyone including Ava followed behind. They arrived a few feet near a mob of students that were piled around a very pretty young lady--the same one that had poked her head in the assembly room, to announce that the Disinettes were going up next. Ava grabbed her arm lightly, as she listened attentively to what was being said. The poised young woman mentioned that the fire was not a drill, and that a girl that goes by the name of Leah was hurt, but that she would be okay. This brought a grin to Ava's face, a real one this time. She didn't even know who Leah was, but the fact that she noticed it had saddened Aurora to hear about it, not to mention the other people in the large crowd, she could easily tell that Leah was loved among the students of Walt Disney University. Plus, she hated hearing the news of someone getting hurt. Considering her parents, she never had luck in that category.

As they all headed back to her dorm room, Ava finally let out another sigh of relief. Finally. I can set down these heavy bags. Placing down both of her suitcases, and Blu who lingered behind with Maximus, she dropped herself onto the bed. "This is beautiful. Sure beats the attic back home," Ava stated, quickly regretting her actions as soon as she said it. It'd be quite uncomfortable if they started asking her questions about her life back home. It wasn't something one would enjoy explaining in Show & Tell, and it's not like she'd be able to lie about her life back home with her step-family. She despised lying, whenever you started it was always harder to stop. And she was horrible at it too. Thankfully being the social butterfly that she was, Aurora chimed in.

"Lets get you settled in, angel. Then we can go and check on Leah. It wouldn't hurt to try and bring a smile to her face," Ava flew f her bed enthusiastically. It'd be cool to meet Leah. Her heart hurt for the poor girl. Ava was sure that she didn't deserve such a thing to happen to her, and it'd be great to try and make her feel better. Ava nodded her head at the bunch, as she felt a delicate arm looping around her neck and over to her shoulders. Right away, she recognized the arm as Aurora's, because c'mon, who else' would it be? She giggled softly, looping her arm around Aurora's hips in return to the playful tactic. Then, Aurora called Atlas into the play as well. This caused Ava to blush. It was just something about him that made it feel like caterpillars morphing into butterflies right inside her stomach. As Atlas went on the other side of her, copying the exact movement of Aurora, Ava felt baffled. The butterflies in her stomach turned to moths, and oddly enough, she wanted to..she want to, vomit.

Briskly unlatching herself from the pair, Ava turned her head in Flynn's direction, who was following them in laughs. She looped her arm around him instead, though the butterflies in her stomach didn't re-occur, and she smirked at him. "I guess its me and you, partna!" She teased. Ava didn't want to seem rude by leaving Atlas and Aurora. The thing was, she felt different around Atlas. There was something about him that she was so attached to, so attracted to. There was something about him that made Ava want to grab him, and just kiss him. Right on the cheek-- no, right on the lips. It was weird. She never felt this way with any of the guys that shes ever been around before. Considering the fact that her step-mother never let her date, or go out in general. She sure didn't feel the same way with Flynn, though he was pretty attractive. Thus why it wasn't something normal for her to be feeling. Internally, Ava felt confused; utterly puzzled. If only Olivia was there to say something. Like Aurora, Olivia was able to get everyone's attention. Ava looked around in search for her new brunette friend that was no where in sight. Tilting her head, Ava came to an abrupt stop with Flynn. She looked up at him, then the others, and scrunched her nose. "Guys, where is Olivia? I haven't seen her since the fire alarm rang.."

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N A M E


Xander Niko Volkov


A G E


Twenty-four


G E N D E R


Male

N I C K N A M E S


Not applicable


B I R T H D A Y


28/12/1991


S E X U A L I T Y


Heterosexual

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A P P E A R A N C E


Xander stands at six foot three inches, his marvelous toned body lean and built due to his strict work-out routines; weighing a good one hundred and eighty odd pounds. His dirty blonde hair can either be seen neatly straightened and put backwards or wavey/curly with more of a bed head hairstyle depending on what he feels - though it's most likely going to be curly. Usually his hazel eyes are seen as a dull brown from far, however once up close, you can see the difference between the two colours. However, in the sun they are seen as a light green with a speck of teal in the middle. The first thing people tend to notice of Xander are his lucious lips or his very smooth skin. A tattoo lies on his waist with the words 'I love you to the moon and back.' written in cursive font - dedicated to his mother who always said this before he went to sleep as a child. His usual clothing attire consists of dark colours such as dark blue, black, grey and maybe sometimes even white. He tends to wear sweaters/jumpers on a regular day, whereas on a formal day, he wears tailored suits made specifically for him, a fancy pair of black polished shoes to top it off.

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T R A I T S


✘ Insensitive ✘ Blunt ✘ Impatient ✘Stubborn ✘ Player


✓ Charming ✓ Educated ✓ Athletic ✓ Straightforward ✓ Organized


P E R S O N A L I T Y


If you needed three words, to describe everything Xander is, it would be, never give up. He places great importance and puts a lot of energy into having things orderly and done, constantly defining and re-defining the priorities in his life.


Xander is as genuinely warm as he is complex but he doesn't show it. He holds a special place in the heart of people who he is close to, who are able to see his special gifts and depth of caring. However, when it comes to other people, he doesn't give a care in the world. He'll say hurtful things and not even realize it. Situations which are charged with conflict may drive the normally peaceful boy into a state of agitation or anger, usually using violence. Because Xander has such strong intuitive capabilities, he trusts his own instincts above all else. This may result in stubbornness and tendency to ignore other people's opinions.


On the other hand, he is a perfectionist who doubts that he is living up to his full potential. Xander is rarely at complete peace with himself - there's always something else he should be doing to improve himself and the world around him. He has strong values, and needs to live his life in accordance with what he feels is right. If he's in a situation where no one can decide on what to do, then it'll be him that would step up and do what he wants.


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


Lower lip-pulling: Whenever Xander is placed in a situation where he is stressed or distressed, he tends to pull at his lower lip out of instinct. It is a bad habit that cannot be helped.


Moving things around: If anyone manages to anger Xander, he moves things thing around in order to stop him from causing any harm, however, he also does this when he is bored and looking for something to do.


T A L E N T S / H O B B I E S


Training: Xander's life revolves around training. He loves to exercise and if he doesn't do it, then he's most likely going to be moodier than usual.


Drawing: An old talent and hobbie that Xander used to do a lot when he was much younger, but rarely does now.


Patting his head and rubbing his tummy: Does this count?


L I K E S


Fire: The warm sensation of the heat coming off it always make Xander feel some sort of warmth inside him.


The smell of food that's cooking: It almost makes him feel at home, when his mother used to cook for him.


The ocean: Xander likes standing by the tide line of the sea at night and letting the cold waves rush around his feets ankles and knees.


Licorice: It has a very interesting taste to it.


Alcohol: When Xander feels like it, you'll see him with some sort of liquor. But he barely drinks.


L OV E S


Sleep: He loves his sleep just as much as he loves his exercise.


Rain: The sound always soothes him, just like it does to anyone.


Sunrises: As cliche as it sounds, but Xander would definitely stay up just to watch the sun rising. It's a beautiful image.


D I S L I K E S


Prudes: Grow some balls already and make a move. That's the way it works in Xander's life. If you want something, then go get it.


His father: Xander just isn't a big fan of him. He's always work this, work that - especially when he was growing up. Boring.


Clingy girls: They're lucky if they can even think about getting Xander in their bed the second time.


Birds: They're Xander's wake up call. He only dislikes them in the morning, when they're tweeting their asses off all day long and interrupting some good sleep on the weekend.


Being the last one to leave the house: Xander has to make sure that he won't end up setting the house on fire when he's out the house, and ends up checking if everything is okay maybe around a million times just for his sake.


H A T E S


Questions: Anyone who questions him something stupid will only piss Xander off. You'll get the cold shoulder.


Every ice-cream flavour but Vanilla: He doesn't know why, but he absolutely loves vanilla.


Brussel sprouts: Don't even think about feeding Xander a sprout. He'll try to get away with it by lying that he's allergic, and you'll end up being his least favourite person.


F E A R S


Philophobia: No, Xander isn't afraid of love. He's afraid of who he is going to fall in love with. Typically, he's a hump and dump sort of man, but he knows he eventually has to love somebody.


Automysophobia: It's kind of ironic. No matter how much Xander loves to sweat, he hates anything or anyone being dirty. It's most likely he will never approach you, or he'll push you away.


A S P I R A T I O N S


Xander hopes that he can train more people and make them much more stronger. After all, that is his work life. He wants people to enjoy what he does. But not just that, Xander also wants to get married. He wants to be able to have kids of his own. Who doesn't?

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B A C K S T O R Y


Xander Niko Volkov is a personal trainer for Hollywood stars. Even though he had always grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth (someone born into a wealthy family), he suffered a devastating injury during his childhood days. Now, he overcomes his problems with patience and stubbornness.


Born in December on the twenty eighth to Victor Volkov and Marie Volkov, rich company owners, Xander lived quite a peaceful and content childhood, though being their only child and not having any other young/child company, Xander did often get bored. Up until one night, he and his mother ended up in a car accident that put him in a wheelchair with his right leg in a brace and made him motherless; also hated by his father. Hig great-grandmother sent him away for surgery in order to fix his injury. Not knowing that his injury was more serious than expected, Xander had to spend the rest of childhood being taken care of nurses and maids, away from his home country and family.


At the age of twenty-two, Xander was finally able to return back to his home country, this time not in a wheelchair but on his feet and much more stronger. His test results — his osteosarcoma, a form of bone cancer that he had been fighting all his life, had finally been cured. Though he still has some phantom pain and psychoneurosis, which causes a lot of distress, depression and anxiety (at times - it's not too severe).


Currently, he lives with his trainee, that Xander sponsored and made him into a champion fighter, and a friend that acts almost like his manager. They are the closest he has to friends. They were the ones that signed him up for Mrs. Rivera's matchmaking program; telling him that he has to eventually get a girlfriend if he wants to be able to get married and have kids before he gets any older.

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


State your opinion and relationship with each of the characters. Do this once accepted.


C R U S H


No one, yet.


S I G N I F I C A N T . O T H E R


No one, yet.


C H I L D R E N


Not applicable.

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T A K E N . F R O M . "ROYAL ROULETTE":


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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BASICS

| FULL NAME |

Leonardo Aaron Dominguez




| NICKNAME(S) |

Leo, Minguez




| AGE |

24




| GENDER |

Male




| SEXUALITY |

Heterosexual


| BIRTHDAY |


July 7, 1991


| NATIONALITY |


Brazilian-American

PERSONA

| PERSONALITY |

Leo is very bold, practical, direct, and perceptive. Filled with energy and curiosity, he is very open-minded and loves trying new things, often following his heart rather than his mind. He lives in the moment and tries not to worry about the consequences unless it's necessary. Leo relies more on realistic outcomes and past experiences rather than new theories or ideas when making decisions in his daily life. His intuitive attention to detail helps him notice when things change, or when things need to change. Small shifts in habits and appearances stick out to him, and he uses these observations to help create connections with others. Straightforward and upfront with his thoughts, Leo is not afraid of confrontation and prefers to communicate clearly with others. He will stand up for what he believes in and voice his opinions regardless of the consequences. All of these qualities help make him a natural leader in social situations, as he also loves meeting new people and getting to know others.


However, Leo can sometimes be very insensitive, as feelings and emotions generally come second to facts and tangible results. Emotion-filled situations can be awkward, uncomfortable affairs, and his blunt honesty doesn't help here. As a result, he sometimes finds it difficult to acknowledge and express his own feelings. Furthermore, he is also impatient, unstructured, and defiant. He likes to move at his own pace to keep himself excited and often seizes the moment whenever he sees an opportunity, often ignoring rules or social expectations in the process. Leo also hates feeling trapped or boxed in, as he is action-oriented and hands-on. Monotonous repetition, hardline rules, and sitting quietly while being lectured at is certainly not enjoyable for him.




| TRAITS |

Positive || Bold | Honest | Perceptive | Spontaneous | Generous

Negative || Impulsive | Stubborn | Insensitive | Unstructured | Impatient


| LIKES |


Sports, especially soccer | Running | Working out | Traveling | Swimming | Trying new things | Being outdoors | Watching the sunset/sunrise | Stargazing


| HABITS/QUIRKS |


Runs his hand through his hair when in deep thought


Smiles at the floor when nervous or embarrassed


Looks at his watch when he feels awkward


| TALENTS/HOBBIES |


Most sports, but especially soccer


Outdoor activities, such as surfing, hiking, biking, etc.


Playing the drums


| LOVES |


His stepfather and close friends


Adventure/Traveling


Extreme outdoor sports


A natural emotional connection with someone

| DISLIKES |


Cold weather | Laziness | Having nothing to do or feeling bored | Feeling pressured/stressed | Studying/going to class


| HATES |


Narrow-mindedness


Rigid rules


Dishonesty


| FEARS |


Never finding love or getting married


Becoming emotionally vulnerable to someone then having his heart broken


| ASPIRATIONS |


Start his own Marketing company


Travel the world


Fall in love, get married, and start a family (in that order)

BIOGRAPHY

| BACKSTORY |

Leo was born into a middle-class family with a loving mother. His biological father, however, was never in the picture, as they were never married and he broke up with her when he found out that she was pregnant. However, this was never a big issue, as he and his mother fared quite well on their own, but he has always harbored a deep-seated hatred towards the father who abandoned his mother. His mother worked very hard to put food on the table and a roof over their heads, working as a computer analyst.


When Leo was still a child, his mother began dating a coworker, and the couple was head over heels for each other. He was a kind, gentle, hardworking man, the complete opposite of his biological father. A couple years later, when Leo was 7, they were happily married. His mother's new husband was a loving yet stern father, always helping him with his homework, playing soccer with him, and surprising him with presents. He indeed treated and loved Leo like his very own son.


Five happy years had passed when Leo's mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. This caused a huge emotional strain on the family, as they were often spending most of their days at the hospital. After 2 hard-fought years, when he was 14, his mother passed away in the hospital bed. Leo and his stepfather changed immediately following his mother's death- they became more sullen and the atmosphere in the house lacked any kind of energy. However, his stepfather tried his best to help them both move past this event, delving himself into his work in order to financially sustain both of them. Leo, a rebellious teenager at the time, indulged himself in drinking, partying, hooking up, and smoking in order to move on. Although these methods worked temporarily, only the support of his stepfather and close friends succeeded in helping his emotional turmoils subside.


Fast forward several years- Leo graduated from an in-state university with a Bachelor's degree in Business and is currently working at a Marketing company. Since then, he has been reveling in the hookup culture and dating around, failing to sustain any type of long-term relationship. However, he has noticed that a growing loneliness inside of him has begun to emerge, as his usual playboy habits have stopped giving him the same level of fulfillment. He is starting to think about his future, and he knows that he wants a stable, happy family like the one he grew up in (before his mother's death) later on. This led him to sign up for Miss Rivera's Matchmaking Service.




| THEME SONG |

Modest Mouse - The World At Large

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RELATIONSHIPS

| RELATIONSHIPS |

State your opinion and relationship with each of the characters. Do this once accepted.


| CRUSH |


Must update following the start of the role play.


| SIGNIFICANT OTHER |


Update later when necessary.


| CHILDREN |


if applicable.

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WRITING SAMPLE

| WRITING SAMPLE |

The silence of the crisp morning air suspended in the quiet trees was broken as the sound of heavy steps and breathlessness disturbed the peace. A tall muscular teenager with faded brown hair and piercing hazel eyes jogged determinedly down the forest trails. His eyes slowly closed as he reveled in the feeling of the wind against his face and the sunlight embracing his skin. Soon, the sparkling ripples of the nearby lake came into view as he paused next to the muddy water banks. His hazel eyes squinted against the bright sun, absorbing the peacefulness of the woods before he would have to return home.


After his short break, Aiden continued along the dirt path around the lake, his muscular legs kicking up more dirt as he became lost in his thoughts. His head wandered from his recent hookup session with his ex, the Queen Bee, to how his scorned "friend", the Outcast, was holding up. A wave of guilt passed over him as he was reminded of how much pain he caused on the people around him. He pushed his legs to run faster as if to force out his feelings of remorse, convincing himself that Heidi had brought it on herself. After all, half of their relationship had been filled with needless arguments that she had started for no reason. He didn't know if it was because she wanted attention or if she was bored, but he got sick of all the drama she was causing. Still, did that mean she deserved what he had done to her?


As he exited the forest trails, he saw a familiar house come into view- the Outcast's. It took all his power not to text her right then and there to come out so that they could talk. He knew the consequences if he was ever caught speaking to her again, but he couldn't help but wonder how she was doing. And honestly, he missed her. The entire situation had been his fault. Sighing, he tore his emotion-filled gaze off of the house and continued his way down the sidewalk, trying to ignore the churning in his stomach.


As Aiden reached his own driveway, he slowed to a stop and grabbed a water bottle from inside the garage. After downing the entire bottle in a matter of seconds, he opened the kitchen door to go inside. He secretly hoped that his father was not awake yet, as he was in no mood to deal with him and his lectures. Sure enough, as he walked inside, the first face he saw was none other than his dad's. The man immediately looked up at the sound of the door opening and gave the boy a small greeting nod. "How was your run? I have a lot planned for you today," his father said.


However, Aiden simply gave his dad a brief acknowledging look before briskly jogging up the stairs to his room. He collapsed onto his soft white bed with weary muscles, putting in his earphones and getting lost in his music. He still had some time before he had to shower and go downstairs for yet another day of intense training to prepare for football season. And he was going to enjoy every second of it.

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"To me, all loves are first loves."
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Overboard

||Name||


James Patricia Sullivan-Leung


||Nickname(s)||


Patrick/Patricia, Sully, MegaMarmot(his online handle)


||Age||


20 and a half


||Gender||


Male


||Birthday||


5th of June


||Sexuality||


Heterosexual (bicurious)
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Sinking

||Face Claim||


Byun Baekhyun


||Appearance||


James is a light-skinned Asian young adult, standing at 5'9" and weighing 74 kg. He has a predominantly endomorphic body, but is also significantly slimmer than most endomorphs. His brown eyes will probably give away his ethnicity the first. His short hair is often dyed various shades of blonde, brown and black, but its natural color is brown. There will almost always be a black layer of eyeliner skillfully drawn around his eyes. He's been applying eyeliner ever since middle school, all because he saw his mother doing it and thought it looked cool. His equally brown hair is kept well-treated and at a reasonably short length. James typically dresses in a smart and casual fashion, always making him seem effortlessly fabulous. Like how a fashion diva looks stunning even away from the catwalk? Yeah, sort of like that.


||Eyes||


Dark brown


||Hair||


Medium-length brown hair, oft dyed


||Physique||


Well-balanced and slim


||Body Modifications||


A small tattoo on his left hand of a violet flower
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Drowning

||Personality||


At first glance, the rather attractive and bubbly individual you call James Sullivan appears to be your typical outgoing motormouth, talking his heart out and making friends all the while. A cheery man on the surface, he has a positive outlook on life and won't hesitate to share it. Depending on the person, you may find in him a sort of charm or an immediate disdain. Or both. Either way, he is quite the social one, never turning away from a potential conversation and potential acquaintance. His whole air is teeming with confident elation.


The definition of a social butterfly, James' most prominent trait is his ability to get along with anyone and everyone, regardless of physical or mental feature. He lacks an ability to discriminate or prejudice anyone for anything. Which means that his feelings towards someone depends on his personal opinion of how they are instead of what they are. That also means that he will not hesitate to help a bystander in need. In fact, James upholds a great desire to be a useful and helpful component of society.


He is not, however, without his shortcomings. Some have likened him to an incessant five-year-old. Likable, undoubtedly, but ever so infuriating at times. He can talk and talk and talk without ever finding boredom, which might rub his conversing partner the wrong way. Not that his words are petty or mere small talk, of course. James just has a tendency to...overextend his conversations in his enthusiasm. One topic exhausted? Move on to another and so the cycle continues. He is also laughably naive and has somewhat of an aversion to sexual things or of otherwise risque nature.


But of all his weaknesses, the most harrowing is obviously his superficiality. Though he would never do it blatantly, he cares all too much in the way he acts and says and the way others act and say. Needless to say, he might not be judgmental in most other aspects, he judges others by the way they act towards him, which often leads to situations where he has a falsely bad impression of someone who is actually quite amiable.


Overall, the trick to getting good with James is putting up a good impression and treating him well. While you may never get the chance to know him on the inside, take solace in the fact that he will never do wrong towards his friends and friends of his friends. Well, never on purpose. James is only human.


||Traits||


+Outgoing


+Impartial


+Charming


+Humorous


+Altruist


-Talkative


-Childish


-Prudish


-Naive


-Can't move on


-Superficial


||Quirks/Habits||


-When he's stressed out, he will immerse himself in water in any way he can. Whether it be swimming or taking a hot bath.


-He likes to hum when doing things casually


-He has a tendency to touch other people's hair


-When he's angry, his voice rises to an almost squeaky tone, making it almost impossible to be taken seriously.


||Talents/Hobbies||


>Video games: An avid gamer, James uses nearly all of his spare time to play video games. He owns almost every major game console as well as a PC. His smartphone is also loaded with game apps.


>Trivia: Less of a talent and more of something he got good at against his will. During 5th grade, he was assigned to the school quiz team. At first, he was horrible and only pressed the buzzer for the team while he let the others answered, but as time went on, he found a knack for remembering facts and trivia.


>First aid and biology/medicine: Being the son of a marine biologist, James has a natural aptitude for the study of biology, especially medicine and first aids, disciplines of biology whose contributions are easily applicable. He even majors in biomedicine and is actually training to become a paramedic.


>Singing: He has a marvelous voice and everyone wants him to become a singer (save for his father), but he'd rather become a hobbyist rather than monetize his voice. Besides, singing has little use in the medical department.


||Likes||


-Japanese food


-Clean sheets


-Swimming


-Manga


-Music involving acoustic guitars


-Non-competitive gaming


||Loves||


-Friends and family


-Helping others


-Biological sciences


||Dislikes||


-Cigarette smoke


-Unsanitary environments


-Rude people


-Tryhards


-Slow internet


-Broccoli


-Karaoke


||Hates||


-Nihilists and cynical people


-Being under/overestimated


-Seeing people suffer and not being able to help


-Broken promises


||Fears||


-Gore


-Dogs


-Being lost and alone


||Aspirations||


James' one true desire in life is to be a person of merit and significant contribution both to the immediate community and to humanity as a whole. Despite his peers and family pressuring him to pursue a career in the music and entertainment industry, it is in his best interest that he stay true to his noble ambition and join humanitarian organizations like the Red Cross. Of course, he does have smaller goals like 'buy a new car', 'act in a play' and 'maybe settle down'. That's a big maybe, though.


||Relationships||


State your opinion and relationship with each of the characters. Do this once accepted.


||Crush||


Must update following the start of the role play.


||Significant Other||


Update later when necessary.


||Children||


None yet.
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Burial at Sea

||Biography||


James Patricia Sullivan was born in the middle of nowhere. Not even kidding, his parents, Theodore Sullivan and Karen Leung, were both on a relaxing cruise on the international Pacific waters when he was born. Because of this, you could say that he was a true child of the sea. His father would make many more mistakes in his life, most notably when he was signing baby James' birth certificate. He wanted to write 'Patrician' as his middle name, but accidentally omitted the 'n', a typo that had slipped under his radar until much later. Thus and forevermore, his son would be known as James Patricia Sullivan.


Back in the mainland, James P. enjoyed the childhood that shaped him into the man he is now. He hasn't changed much over the years; had always been a prude, motormouth, superficially judgmental and wanting to be helpful. And although romance and sexuality weren't on his mind as much as his contemporaries, he wasn't truly sheltered away from it either. His likable charm drew in a girl that would remain in his memories till the end of his days: Suzanna Quinn.


James first met Suzy at a Thanksgiving festival, underneath a rollercoaster crying. Poor girl had just been dumped and being the sweet guy and all, what else could he do besides comfort her? Though she was from a private all-girls school, the two quickly became close due to their relatable personas. Well, his relatable persona, really. Eventually, with the encouragement of both their friends, they 'officially' became a couple, sealing the deal with their mutual first kiss. It was almost overwhelmingly sweet. Though things would go bitter fast.


Come the last day of high school and to no one's surprise, James passed with stellar grades, ensuring his university chances and the pride of his family. Then, however, Suzy confronted him in the schoolyard. She told him about how she was already admitted into Yale, to which he found elation, but she also said that her parents didn't want him as a boyfriend to hold back her studies. That this was it. At first, James felt...hurt. He hadn't seen this coming at all, but of course he could understand. The future was too precious a bargaining chip to let go and he could see her parents' line of thinking. And so, the ballad of James and Suzy ended the same way it started: with their mutual last kiss.


University proved no help at all in helping him move on from Suzy. Though James was more than happy in his current state, what with him studying the things he loved and accompanied with a circle of irreplacable companions, nothing felt right without her. And everyone could see it. The poor golden boy was still heartbroken after all these years. So, they made up their mind and gave him an intervention. By intervention, I mean incessantly badgering him to be happier. James eventually caved in and signed himself up for a matchmaking program. Not only for a desire to shut them up, but also to find love again.


||Writing Sample||


Taken from RP: 'R I O T'


"So you're telling me you're really going through with it? You're okay with having to go stay with some random students, leaving me here alone?"


It wasn't even noon yet and Nalla was already getting worked up over her adoptive brother. The Japanese delinquent was loath to leave his sister hanging over the vacation, but if it was for the sake of his mates from his old school, could he really make any other choice? Wilson Valley was to be closed down next school year and without any facility, its students had no place to study. And that was where Shou came in. He and a few other 'randomly-selected' pupils from esteemed Reardon Academy were going to be shipped off to a boarding house along with the same number of Wilson Valley students. It was a sort of control test. If they couldn't behave together here, chances were the same results would occur at school. So being the swell and kind person he was, Shoutarou Hitsugaya would help his fellow delinquents, whether they liked it or not.


A sigh escaped his lips as he pushed the button for the elevator, carrying only one rucksack and a simple duffel bag. He always did travel light. "I told you many times that I'm not doing this because I want to leave you, far from it. I just...I gotta help them, the Wilson punks." Nalla's expression softened ever so slightly at the reminder, but she still bore a discontented frown. "Besides," he added with a faint smirk. "you can probably handle a few weeks without me. Don't you have a boyfriend no-". His comment was met with a fed up slap to his head, which only widened his smirk. Ah, Nalla and her single angst. A sharp 'ding' rang through and the lift doors opened. "Don't worry, Nal. I'll be back before you know it," he assured her, planting a kiss on her forehead before stepping into the elevator. They shared one last wave before the doors closed on them.


Shoutarou could swear those were tears forming in his sister's eyes.


What a wimp.
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