Realistic or Modern Redamancy. - Character Sheets

[lavendre]

[class=titleholder]height:60px; padding: 20px 10px 0px 10px; width: 380px; background-image:url(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e9/28/6e/e9286efec261269e07658d5e251ebc1c.jpg); background-size:130%; background-position: 0% 20%; transform:rotate(-90deg); transition:all 1s ease-in-out; color: white; font-size: 30px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: 'Playfair Display', serif; position: relative; top: 160px; margin-left: -150px; [/class] [class name=titleholder state=hover]color: #f1f1f1; text-shadow: 2px 1px 0px #7a8383; letter-spacing: 5px [/class] [div class=titleholder]redamancy.

[script class=bigimage on=click] addClass selected bigimage fadeToggle 800 hoverimg[/script] [div class="bigimage" style="height:400px;width:130px;background-image:url(https://78.media.tumblr.com/afae545fe507ac8b36ece5aeaefa7605/tumblr_ondocvpvry1w8u0ono1_500.jpg);background-size:210%;background-position:70% 30%;filter: saturate(90%) contrast(100%);cursor:pointer;position:relative;top:-80px;left:100px"] [div class="hoverimg" style="display:none;height:400px;width:130px;background-image:url(https://78.media.tumblr.com/afae545fe507ac8b36ece5aeaefa7605/tumblr_ondocvpvry1w8u0ono1_500.jpg);background-size:210%;background-position:70% 30%;filter: saturate(110%) contrast(120%) brightness(105%);"][/div][/div] [class=container]height:240px; width: 295px; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-family: 'Playfair Display', serif; font-style: oblique; position: relative [/class] [div class=container style="top:-410px;left:240px"] [class=infocontainer]height: 195px; width: 295px; padding: 5px; position: absolute; overflow: hidden; color: white [/class] [class name=overflow]height: 100%; width: 102%; padding-right: 40px; overflow-y: auto; font-size: 13px; line-height:15px; font-style: normal [/class] [class name=titleblock]width:290px;font-size:25px;text-align:center;color:#7a8383;text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px white;font-weight:700[/class] [div class=titleblock style="margin-top:0px;"]character sheet[/div] [class name=line]height:1px;width:260px;background:#646e6e;margin:auto[/class] [div class=infocontainer style="margin-top:0px;margin-left:-5px;text-align:center;line-height:13px"][div class=overflow]Please use realistic face-claims only. Deadline for character sheets TBD. Here's the character sheet (scroll down):

Full Name:

Nickname (if applicable):

Age:

Gender:

Sexuality:

P.O.B:

D.O.B:

[div class=line][/div]
Height:

Weight:

Hair Color:

Eye Color:

Body Shape:

Body Modifications:

Clothing Style:

[div class=line][/div]
MBTI: (list or test)

Likes:

Dislikes:

Habits:

Hobbies:

Personality: (can be at 3 explained vices and virtues or 1+ paragraphs)

Describe your ideal partner: (can be in first or third person)

Describe your ideal date: (can be in first or third person)

[div class=line][/div]
Biography: (at least 2 paragraphs)

Writing Sample: (a sample of your most recent writing)[/div][/div][/div][/div]

 

[apolla]

Full Name: Alexandra Cohen

Nickname: Alex (do NOT call her this)

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

P.O.B: Beverly Hills, CA

D.O.B: August 19

Height: 5'5

Weight: 130lbs

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Hazel

Body Shape: Curvy

Body Modifications: x x x

Clothing Style: x x x

MBTI: ISTJ-A

Likes: getting up early / dressing to impress / sushi

Dislikes: going out without her face done / beer / being disorganized

Habits: plays with her hair when flirting and/or embarrassed / her food on her plate can't touch

Hobbies: staying active / graduating

Personality:
+loyal (will do anything for those she cares about that's within her power)
+determined (to succeed)
-proud (worked hard to get where she's at, works hard in general, doesn't want anyone to belittle that)
-impatient (wants things to happen on her timeline)

Describe your ideal partner:
Her ideal partner would be someone who can help her open up and stop living so rigidly. She's very uptight, and needs to learn that not everything in life has to be planned. According to her, however, her ideal partner would be someone like her. Her family and friends disagree wholeheartedly.

Describe your ideal date:
Her ideal date would be one that kept quiet, but again-- her family and friends think she needs someone who can help her open up. A barefoot walk on the beach, or bowling or something.

Biography:
Alex was a carefree child, wild and crazy, like most of them. She had no problem getting dirty with her brothers, or doing makeup with her little sister. She could easily go back and forth, and it drove her parents crazy. But she was loved dearly, and she loved the world through her bright eyes. She was a little ADD in school, but overall made okay grades. Sometimes the real battle was just keeping her still long enough to do her schoolwork period.

When her father got into a car accident and died when she was just barely a teen, everything changed. Alexandra was born. Everything became a timeline, when to do this, and when to do that. She forgot how to relax and have fun. She distanced herself slightly from her brothers and sister, and even her mother. Friends, too. Some of them did stick with her through the years, though. She's currently in school, wanting to go to med school after undergrad.

Code by apolla

Spoiler: Writing Sample

"I don't understand. Why do I need a whole ceremony just because there's a change of the guard? Doesn't that, like, take away from the whole secrecy of the organization or some shit like that?" Arianna sat in front of the mirror while the hairdresser ran the brush through her long blonde hair, beginning to plait it into some intricate style. The blue eyed princess was so into watching the elderly woman work with her hair that she missed her mother stalking in her direction. She saw the woman appear in the mirror, though, and she certainly felt the sting of the fan her mother held as it crashed down onto her bare shoulder. "Ow!"

"Watch your mouth, Arianna." Her mother, Tessa, Queen of Hadleigha, rapped her once more with the fan for added effect, ignoring the cry of pain coming out of her daughter's lips. "That is no way for a future Queen to speak. Also, you should be grateful for the guards' presence in general. Their job is to protect you, and indirectly, the future of this country." Arianna began mouthing along the words here. "This country will one day belong to you, my dear. As an only child, the crown will be yours after I pass. You must find a guard you can trust the way I trust Mosley. The last few have been... inadequate." She ended her little speech, and Ari resisted the urge to roll her eyes, knowing the woman would probably see.

"Inadequate isn't the word I'd use, but okay." Ari muttered, jerking her back straight when she felt the sting of the fan again. She automatically shot a glare at Tessa, but luckily for Ari, the woman had already turned away. She was clad in a beautiful silver ball gown, with a slightly flared skirt accompanied by the most beautiful jewelry she owned. The crown was already on top of her head, and her feet were clad in a pair of silver flats. Tessa didn't wear heels anymore, though Ari had no doubt that she would be forced into a pair.

To be fair, Arianna loved her life. Most of the time. Tessa was an amazing mother, and an even more amazing Queen. Ari's father had died when she was a baby, and it had been just the two of them-- well, and an entire castle worth of people-- ever since. Ari had no siblings. Arianna's life was by no means a bad one, as she was well protected, well educated, and fed and catered to. But honestly-- she had a dream of being a normal girl, just once. She wanted to know what it was like to go out in public without a guard following her, or without being accosted by paparazzi or the people who lived in the city. She wanted to go to a club and dance the night away with a guy she'd never see again.

But those were all just dreams. Instead of getting ready to go to the club, she was getting ready to attend the most boring ceremony of her life. And she sat through history lessons with Instructor Dunlord. Scoffing at her own thoughts, she inspected her hair in the mirror, heaving a small sigh as she stood. Her dress was hanging on the edge of the four poster bed, and it was beautiful. Another maid came in to help her put it on, while her mother walked around the room, tutting at this and that.

Just as she suspected, she was given a pair of black heels to wear. And they weren't short. The final touches were the jewelry, and then, her own crown. Once she was ready, she and her mother were escorted from Ari's room to ballroom A. Either their timing was perfect or someone was watching, because they were announced as soon as they reached the doors. Both large doors swung open, and Tessa entered first, followed shortly by Ari. They took their seats, and those who were seated out on the floor also took a seat. The ceremony commenced, and though Arianna tried to look around without being obvious, she couldn't tell who her next guard was apparently going to be.

 

[Seasplash241]

Full Name: Jade Lauren

Nickname: Jay

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

P.O.B: Rochester NY

D.O.B: July 8th


Height: 5 ft 9 in

Weight: 118 lbs

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Body Shape: Rectangular

Body Modifications: Tattoo of DNA around her wrist, trilobite on her right ankle, industrial bar piercing

Clothing Style: Androgynous, masculine


MBTI: INFP

Likes: The outdoors, swimming, art, music

Dislikes: Dogs, ignorance, the heat, loud places

Habits: Biting her nails, has a hard time sitting still

Hobbies: Cooking, swimming, playing saxophone

Personality:
Virtues-
Acceptance: Jay is very accepting of people, she doesn't like to judge people before she speaks to them and can pass an educated judgment
Empathetic: She relates to people and can often put herself in others shoes with out much problem. She tends to be a mediator in arguments
Creative: With a love for music, Jay is a very creative and expressive person. She likes to look for new ways of handling a situation and thinking outside the box

Vices-
Indecisive: Since Jay can see multiple sides to a story, she often opts out of voicing an opinion, not wanting anyone to feel ostracized. She may have strong opinions, but she may not voice them so not to upset anyone else
Ignores her own problems- Jay often ignores her own problems, choosing to help other people instead. Since she knows how to handle other people, handling herself is an issue she'd rather ignore. This leads her to bottling up her emotions for long periods of time
Stubbornness- While She accepts and respects other peoples opinions, Jay has a hard time changing her stance on certain issues. This feeds into her repressed emotions as well, since she will ultimately go along with everyone else and ignore her own discomfort/annoyance

Describe your ideal partner: Jay is a romantic through and through. She would need someone to woo and someone to woo her. Someone kind, smart, creative. Someone to make her laugh. Someone okay with affection, especially in public. If she had a partner, she would want to hold hands and hug in public, let everyone know they were hers.

Describe your ideal date: Something relaxed and private would be perfect. Either Jay would cook them a meal, or a picnic under the stars, a walk on a beach. Something where the two can talk and get to know one another.


Biography: Jay grew up in Rochester, NY, a lakeside city in upstate New York. Her mother was a nurse, her father was a chef, and she had an older half-sister Erin from her mother's first marriage. She was a happy-go-lucky little girl, often sociable and friendly to all. As she grew older, she became more reserved and cautious, especially after being bullied in elementary school. She was very close with her half-sister, who she just referred to as a sister, and her father. He was the one who taught her to cook. Her sister went to college when Jay was 10, and around that time Jay started becoming depressed. Her parents ended up divorcing when she was 13 and she stayed with her mother who was emotionally distant. Her father fell out of contact, still seeing her occasionally but they were never as close as they were when Jay was younger. After a mental breakdown in 10th grade, Jay started growing close to her mother after her mother realized how poor her mental health was.

11th grade was the start of a new Jay. She was recovering and trying to become more open. Erin came back into her life, becoming a nurse like their mother. It was Erin who made Jay realize her love of science, introducing her to the world of microbiology and pathogens. Jay knew she wanted to study microbiology and work on developing cures for diseases, vaccines, and antibiotics. She worked very hard in school and went to college for microbiology.

Writing Sample:

Spoiler: Writing Sample

Mira nodded, glad that her suspicion was confirmed. "Yes, this is Naboo. I wouldn't worry too much about the First Order finding you here. You're lucky you crashed near the slums," she said with a chuckle. She grabbed his writ and lead him toward her house, talking as she walked.

"You won't find many sympathizers in this part of town. A lot of the people here suffered greatly under Emperor Palpatine and are still feeling the effects of his rule." She gestured to a small group of people who were clearly impoverished begging for credits. "Though I wouldn't travel to far into the city with that jacket on," Mira said with a smile.

Her house was nothing special, one main room, a refresher and a small bedroom where all it had.A simple cot was in the center of the room with a table next to it housing supplies. After leading Finn to the cot Mira dropped of the items she managed to get in their respective places before turning back to Finn.

"Now, about that Jedi. I have heard of her before, but I've never seen her. My mother told me about her, telling me if I ever ended up alone to go to her, that she would help me. But, after my mother passed, I wanted to prove that I would be okay on my own, so I didn't listen," Mira explained, offering a small smile. She had a general idea of were the Jedi could be, and if that's what the resistance needed, Mira would be glad to help out.

 

[Meliorism]

| LEANA WILLIAMS |

blow a kiss Leana is a very warm-hearted person and is sometimes considered motherly by others. She talks a lot and in long sentences, being mostly unafraid to talk about herself and her life. She likes comforting other people and being comforted. She tends to be very humble about herself and her family but doesn't talk much about them.

However, Leana is certainly not perfect. While she is talkative and outspoken, she also has some generalized anxiety. She does not like the thought of not being liked, so she can be a bit of a sycophant. There are times where she can be actually hesitant to talk as much as she usually does such as when a question catches her off-guard or she's not sure of what to say. She tends to take long pauses when she wants to convey her thoughts in a genuine way. While the person she's speaking to probably doesn't think much of the pauses, Leana would feel very embarrassed and even berate herself for not knowing how to answer a question. Her constant kindness, usually made in efforts to help others, can come off as unnecessary or even obnoxious at times along with her motherly streak.

Likes: Trying different cuisine, roses, honey, scented candles, peaches and plums, beautiful scenery, helping others

Dislikes: Apples, Crawling bugs, closed-mindedness, familial strife, super sweet desserts, extreme quietness

Habits: Pauses and corrects herself when unsure of what to say, hums when eating foods she finds delicious, bites at her cheeks when thinking or bored

Hobbies: Writes during her down time, gardens for fun, cooks

fire a gun Leana was born in Irvine, California, to a Jamaican-American couple. They were soulmates and this caused lots of jealousy-driven strife between her parents and her unmarried aunts and uncles. The rate of people actually finding their soulmate was always incredibly low. Eventually, her family started to go as far as stalking them, hoping to break apart the happy family. Therefore, they cut all possible contact and had to move from place to place, and they could thankfully afford it, too, with the high prices of Southern Cali.

Leana didn't have the opportunity to keep many friends, but she cherished the ones she did keep. This did not make her very quiet but it did transform the way she bonded with people. She knew she had to get all her feelings out quickly, as uncomfortable as it may be. She did this as much as she could - with her friends, teachers, and even crushes - whenever she felt she was going to have to move again.

Finally, her parents settled down in Laguna Hills, California, where she went to middle school and high school. She became known quickly for her talkative personality and sweetness. She dated many people as she fell into the obsession of finding a soulmate. She instantly knew the boys she fell in love with were not for her whenever they tried to cajole her into sex. Whenever that happened, she'd pretty much dump the guy on the spot. Sometimes she felt bad, other times not so much, but she still kept hope that there was a man out there for her.

Now, she has moved to Laguna Beach to pursue college and obtain a degree in botany. The information of the Redamancy Program caught her eye and she applied for it because why not.

we all need someone to lean on . . . Who is your ideal partner? "I would say the basics - someone who's loyal, not rude to me and others, and serious about the relationship. I love just getting to know people, so someone who I can talk to would be really nice. On the other hand, I hate conflict, so I would like my partner to be agreeable but not afraid to hold a different opinion. Oh, and finally, I want someone who doesn't want me just for my body. I've dated guys who pressure me into sex. I didn't know that I was asexual at the time, but I knew I didn't want it and I wasn't ready."

What is your ideal date? "Ideal date? Well, honestly, I like classic date nights - a bite to eat at a fancy restaurant - with a nice romantic walk. Something loud and fun is nice, too, like an amusement park. I'm open to anything as long as I can get to know my partner a bit more each time."

THIS IMPOSSIBLE YEAR

= leana williams
= 20
= female
= asexual heteroromantic
= march 29, 1998
= irvine, california
= esfj

= 5 feet, 6 inches
= 120 pounds
= black hair, olive eyes
= slim figure
= no body mods
= relaxed clothing style - x

coded by nymphadora.

Spoiler: Writing Sample

(This is actually an updated version of an older post from another roleplay website. I hope it's okay. )

“I’m here!” a young girl declared, with a distinct Scottish accent lacing her words. She wore a faint smile on her face. She had long red hair, a bold and distinctly bright copper hair color that most people knew many Scots had, that was swept up into a very messy bun and sunkissed skin that was not very tan. Her eyes were uniquely silver. Her clothing was completely casual, wearing a thick brown sweater and denim jeans to shield herself from the fluctuating, but currently cold, April weather of the small South Carolinian town of Fretish.

All eyes directed at her. In the building were a variety of people, male and female. They were all sitting rather neatly, like a small, tight-knit club, and they were all friends or acquaintances at the very least. "Hey, Maya! What's up?" a petite girl with curly hair and warm brown skin asked in a friendly manner.

"Nothin' much," Maya replied. She was tying her hair into a nonchalant bun but did so quite messily. She looked around to see everyone she knew - Dahlia, the sweet curly-haired girl who she replied to, and also one of her best friends. She saw Julia and Amy, who were acquaintances who were known for being rather . . . loud. They wore the stereotypical rebel look proudly - shortly cut dyed hair, ghostly skin, dark and mature make-up, and all-black clothing with band logos. They were actually rather nice, though, and they fitted it well with the rest of the group. Last but not least, she saw Anton and Derrik, the two kind-hearted German brothers who she had gotten along with ever since they moved into the town just a year ago. The building was a place where the friends would meet on a bi-weekly basis. Their friendship circle would increase little by little and they were not at all an "exclusive" group. It was sacred in a way.

"Any news, y'all? Vacations, family news, birthday stuff? Somethin' else?" Amy asked with her thick Southern accent.

They all looked to each other and back at Amy. Derrik spoke up. "I suppose all the looking around translates to 'not really,'" he said. The younger of the German brothers was rather acquainted with acting as the spokesperson for the rest of the group when there generally wasn't much to say. "AMy, don't you have a younger sister whose birthday is in this month?"

"You're actually right, Derrik. My lil' sis's birthday is on the 9th of April. She'll be turnin 10. We're planning a surprise party so far, and ya'll got the invites, right?" The others nodded. Everyone in the town knew each other one way or the other, and Amy's little sister, Adriana, would definitely be happy to see all her big sister's friends come to her party. It would make her feel more grown-up in a way.

"Where are we hanging out after this?" Julia asked.

"It's actually Anton's turn to pick," said Amy. There was a tradition of choosing a spot to just hang out after every "meeting."

"Oh, really? Well, I'll choose . . .the local pizza place? Pies-on Piza?" Anton said and asked a bit dubiously. A few "yeah"s and "'sure"s rung out as a postive reply.

The unanimous agreement made Anton smile a bit. He was the shier and quieter of the two brothers. "Well then, let's go!" he said more enthusiasticall.Everyone rose up from their chairs, left the building, and walked to the pizza place, chatting and aughing with each other along the way.

​

 

[erzulie]

• • • •​

• • • •​

​

Full Name:
Sacha Comeaux

Nickname (if applicable):
None

Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Asexual Panromantic

P.O.B:
Bordeaux, France

D.O.B:
October 6th

Height:
6’2

Weight:
165lbs

Hair Color:
Black

Eye Color:
Black

Body Shape:
Lean

Body Modifications:
None

Clothing Style:
Comfortable yet trendy​

MBTI: (list or test)
INFP

Likes:
Cloud watching || Felines || Sunny days || Poetry || Thriller movies || Being outside || Road trips

Dislikes:
Bigots || Dogs || Spicy foods || Cold weather || Mornings

Habits:
Rubbing his neck || Drumming his fingers

Hobbies:
Cloud watching || Reading || Painting || Listening to music || Daydreaming || Rugby

Personality: (can be at 3 explained vices and virtues or 1+ paragraphs)
Sacha is a gentle young man. He’s soft-spoken with the heart of gold. He’s prone to getting lost in thought or daydreaming when left by himself. Sacha looks at the world through rose tinted glasses, he prefers to see the best in others. If someone needs a listening ear he’s more than happy to lend one. He’s an observant person who can read others fairly well. His creativity is one of his defining traits.

Sacha is not good a hiding his emotions. He wears his heart on his sleeve which has lead him to being taken advantage of. When he isn’t able to help someone Sacha takes it to heart. He doesn’t like to see others suffering. Instead of expressing himself Sacha tends to bottle up his emotions. People tend to believe that he’s slow because of how he acts. Sacha is a intelligent and insightful young man in all actuality.


Describe your ideal partner:
“My ideal partner? I guess someone who’s kind and genuine. They don’t have to be some stunning beauty with millions of dollars. I want someone who I can hold deep conversations with in one moment and being silly in the next.”

Describe your ideal date:
“Honestly I have a bunch of ideas dates. My top pick would have to be something creative and fun. Something like taking a visit to a French vineyard or taking a pottery class together.“​

Biography: (at least 2 paragraphs)
Sacha was born in Bordeaux, France to a young college student. His mother wanted nothing to do with him so he was given to his father. Sacha’s life was normal. He didn’t have any siblings but he had plenty of cousins and friends to fill the void. His days were spent playing in his family’s home, running around and falling asleep in a nearby flower field. In school he was quiet but managed to make a small group of friends. His grades were excellent thanks to his family’s sternness when it came to school.

As he got older Sacha realized that he wanted to travel. During his senior year in highschool he searched for colleges that had exchange student programs. Eventually he came across one in America. Once he graduated Sacha flew to America. In the beginning he had a hard time, American culture was so different from his own. As time went by he managed to catch on well.

Writing Sample:
“I’ve been the first for a lot of peop-things, you gotta be specific bae.” Jesse winked at her playfully. He was happy to be reunited with his partner in crime. Just thinking of all the mischief they’d cause had been smirking. Jesse returned her hug a little less enthusiastically. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy to see her it was just that he wasn’t the most affectionate person. He looked to Quinn when he approached, Jesse gave him a once over. “Mr. High & Mighty in the flesh. What’s good?” Jesse wondered how soon Quinn would want to roll up. He always managed to get his hands on the good stuff.

Next to arrive was Mark. Jesse had to admit that he looked good, not that he’d tell him the to his face. He wasn’t as close to him as Christina but he wouldn’t mind being close to him in other ways. “Oh, is Quinn the only one that you see?” His tone was full of sass. He cut his eyes at Mark, despite his expression he wasn’t serious. Though with him it was hard to tell. “Rude.” Jesse watched as Christina hugged him.

Jesse’s attention was temporarily stolen by a shout. He looked to see a giant headed their way. He swore that the ground shook as he got closer. He couldn’t have just graduated. Jesse was sure that he was at least twenty five. This had to be an uncover-cop or something. How much spinach did he eat to get that physique? Jesse eyed him...he was good-looking. He looked back towards Christina and Mark, not wanting to make the half giant uncomfortable with his gaze.

Eventually Eerica showed up, she looked as fabulous as ever. He liked her hair. “Hey. The drive was nothing. And it’s a free place to stay, damn straight I’d make it.” He cracked a small smile. “Are you gonna let us in or just stand there looking snackish?”​

Sacha Comeaux

• • • •​

• • • •​

code by pasta

 

[Pastry]

Code by Kumari

Enzo Tita-Munoz

Full Name:

Nickname:

Age:

Gender:

Sexuality:

P.O.B:

D.O.B:

Height:

Weight:

Hair Color:

Eye Color:

Body Shape:

Body Modifications:





Clothing Style:

Enzo Jamison Tita-Munoz
End, "Bullet"
23

Male
Bisexual, Demisexual
Naples, Italy
October 29th, 1995

6 ' 1

180 lbs

Dark Brown

Green

Mesomorph

Tattoos

Spoiler: TATS

Google Docs - create and edit documents online, for free.

Casual, with a little flair.

"Why Hello There"

persona

+ some virtues, , , , , Flirty, Hygenic, Stylish, Loyal, Independent
- some vices, , , , , Excessive Jealousy, Competitive, Unforgiving.

Enzo's personality... Being the child of two, the "More Successful one." He strives for excellence and perfection, he really isn't. He gets Jealous quickly and easily, he's competitive when it comes to grades, sports, almost anything. He does enjoy having style and being different then the group. Munoz is a flirty, teasing individual, but when it comes to relationships... He's almost like a whole different man, messing with him isn't a good thing. He doesn't discipline himself, which did lead him to Smoking and a bit of Alcohol drinking.

likes

Observing, flirting, toying, smiling, food, running, working out in general, sleeping in, partying.

dislikes

Hates long sleeved shirts, watermelon, flavored cigars, vodka, racecars, pop music, dark colors, prodding people, loud/annoying personalities.

habits/
quirks

He clenches and unclenches his hands when he gets angry, he runs his fingers through his hair when he gets flustered. He works out every day, even if it's something small, and personal hygiene is a CONSTANT habit of his.

personality test

Executive (ESTJ-a)

background

"Huh... A "Mother." I've got one bitch of a mother that's right to ya." Enzo scoffed, crossing his arms while having the conversation with his best bud. "Yeah, visit her twice a week, pray for her, and you know what she gives back?" He spat on the floor. "That." He pointed at the spittle on the floor, he leaned back in his chair. "Ever since I was even BORN! She wasn't there for me, and now? Now she needs my father and my help. Yeah I sound like such a brat right now. But I'm pretty sure God will forgive me for talking crap about my mother." He said, his cross necklace jingling. "Yeah so my Dad works as a music producer, has me going to this school to get a good education, real grateful of 'em." He said, running his fingers through his hair nervously. "Yeah I've had a pretty awesome life, always on the track team, girls lining up- no just one..." He sighed, "I'm n-not trying to make this dark, whatever that's pretty much all you guys need to know about me." He sniffed, soon lighting a cigarette.

love life

"Funny." He said, "A love life, I mean... I'd like one, it'd be fun... Until they do something stupid or I do something stupid and it doesn't end well..." He sighed, twiddling his fingers. "I-I don't think I'd be good at the whole relationships, I don't put the trust and effort in... It's difficult." He admitted, he realized he sounded like a weak little baby. "Don't get me wrong, I love ladies." He winked, "But I'm looking for the relationship where it's serious, if you play with my heart then our relationship is going down the drain." He shifted his weight, "I want something... That I can keep, something I can remember even after a night of partying." He laughed, buttoning up his shirt. He paused a few moments, listening intently. "What's that? A perfect date?" He cackled, his chest heaving in laughter, "Are you serious? I mean, every date's the perfect date! Well, I think the best date is the first date... Or the moment that you know that she or he's the right one." He smiled to himself, rubbing his chin softly.

notes

aspirations
•Get dat booty
•Work "meh", Play and relax harder.

quick facts
•Smart, Acts dumb.
•Catholic.

relationships

name

TBD

name

TBD

name

TBD

name

TBD

name

TBD

name

TBD

name

TBD

 

[Chione]

COMPLETE

Name:
Oliver James Marlowe
Nicknames:
Ollie, Brit
Age:
21 years old
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Homosexual
P.O.B:
Surrey, England
D.O.B:
27th April
Height:
5"8
Weight:
10st / 140lbs
Hair Colour:
Brown
Eye Colour:
Blue
Body Shape:
Inverted triangle
Body Modifications:
N/A
Clothing Style:
Fairly casual. Give him a v-neck and a pair of jeans and he's good to go
MBTI:
ISTP
The Virtuoso
Likes:
Tea // Long walks // Dark chocolate // Dogs // Being active // The seaside
Dislikes:
Weather over 20`C // Coffee // Cats (he's allergic) // Injections // Being woken up // People with no respect or manners
Habits:
- He has a tendency to chew and bite his lip when he's nervous or thinking
- Born with the very British habit of constantly apologising
- Takes pleasure in cracking his finger joints
Hobbies:
- Reading ("W-what? N-no, I don't have a romance novel stash!")
- Jogging
- Cross country
- Marathons
- Crosswords and word searches

Personality:
Oliver is a fairly laid-back kind of guy who is always up for a bit of light-hearted, sarcastic banter. He's quite the balanced individual; he isn't a big fan of the spotlight but he's not a socially inept wallflower either, instead, he sits comfortably in the middle by being an ambivert. He usually finds it easy to maintain the flow of a conversation, making him seem open and easy to talk to, but Ollie also values his quiet time to himself as too much socialising in one day can become mentally exhausting. Oliver is a big follower of his head rather than his heart, which sometimes makes his view of the world quite jaded and almost pessimistic to a certain degree - however, this is more of a method that helps him to distance himself from his unreliable emotions as he secretly fears being left vulnerable to emotional heartbreak, genuinely terrified of developing an attachment to someone and being let down by them, just like his mother was. It is this rational side of that makes him extremely dubious about the whole "true love" concept but just because he's distrustful of it now, doesn't mean his opinion can't be swayed later. Whether this is a good thing or not, Ollie is a pretty straightforward person - there'll be no problem of him beating around the bush with people; if he has a problem with them then he'll say it to their face. He doesn't mince his words either, so it'll probably be for the best if others avoid irritating him.
Describe your ideal partner:
" I mean... well, I don't really know what my ideal type would be. Of course, it has to be someone I'd actually be physically attracted to. What, what is visually appealing to me? Well, I don't bloody know - I've never been in a relationship before! Don't look at me like that! Jesus.... um, so it also has to be someone that I can connect with, y'know? Like, we can share a sense of humour and they won't get all exasperated with my lack of belief in this whole soulmates thing. Oh, I can tell you what I wouldn't want though. Someone who's way too clingy and controlling would get pretty tiring after a while, and I'm not really a big fan of PDA."
Describe your ideal date:
" First date? Easy. I've done a lot of research on this- what? Stop laughing at me!
Anyway, it's all about the adrenaline so if you're trying to increase the likelihood of that spark of attraction you've gotta take them to a place where it'll get your hearts pumping.
I think for me, I'd definitely lean more towards amusement parks. "
Biography:
Love. What is love? Is it just a chemical reaction in your brain, or is it something deeper, a feeling that can’t be described with words?

Oliver has never really understood the world’s fascination with the idea of “soulmates”, it’s all just pointless white noise in his ears. The very notion of it is completely ridiculous – true love doesn’t exist. There isn’t someone out there waiting for you, waiting for the strings of fate to pull you together. No, if anything, love is something hard-earned; it has to be worked for – it’s not just going to land in your lap tied up with a pretty bow.

Besides, he knows the real effects of this mad craze… the way it breaks people.

Oliver’s father had never been in the picture, it was just him and his mum for as long as he could remember. She never spoke about him and the one time that he’d asked when he was younger, the sheer look of heartbreak on her face opened the young boy’s mind to the harsh reality of the world. He never dared ask again. Still, that didn’t stop him from learning the truth as rumours were never too far away. He found that his mother was actually divorced, her first husband (and childhood sweetheart) having run away with another woman under the delusion that she was his “real soulmate”, leaving his wife to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart and desperately try to stitch it back together. Blinded and numbed by this agony, his mother threw herself back into the dating scene and rumours had it that it wasn’t uncommon for her to go home with a new man every night. Of course, accidents happen.

This little accident came in the form of Oliver and the rest is as he knows it; his mother turned away from that life, instead focusing all her love and affection on her son. After overhearing this story, it became clear to him why she couldn’t tell him about his father – she didn’t know as it was most likely a drunken blur. Oliver could never hold it against her though, she was the only constant in his entire life. Life is never perfect though. When Oliver was fifteen, his mother was made redundant and this became the turning point in their lives. With nowhere else to go, his mum sought help from her sister who lived overseas in California. In a matter of months, they were halfway across the world and living in a coastal home and life continued as normal… or as normal as it could be being not only the “new kid” but the “foreign new kid”.

Even so, Ollie managed to make some lifelong friends – and it was these said friends who introduced The Redamancy Program to him, saying that they’ll find someone to heal his withered and bitter heart (which he vehemently disagrees with; he’s not bitter just sceptical). He has no idea how they managed to coerce him into sending in an application. Dear God, just what was he getting himself into?

​

Spoiler: Writing Sample

Decim eyed the weird girl wearily as she steadily approached him, his tenseness keeping his posture ramrod straight. What... what was she doing? He didn't like that all-knowing gleam in her eye; it made him feel uneasy. Then she grabbed his hand - firmly - and the demon couldn't help resisting slightly, trying to pull back, when he remembered that the weirdo hadn't hurt Lance when he'd undergone her weird-ass inspection.

So he let the girl hold his hand, his sharp eyes trailing the movement of her fingers... and then he felt it. He felt that beckoning call of magic, feeling the way that it reached out, entangling itself with his own. His own magic barrier's automatic, instinctual response was to push back at the foreign intruder but the girl's power seemed to smash through effortlessly, wrapping itself around him though not threatening. Decim's eye twitched when he could sense it embed itself into him and his mouth parted to ask what she was doing but they only thing that escaped was a low, pain-laced hiss.

Immediately, Decim wrenched his arm away when the girl had stumbled back as that dull ache escalated into a ghost of the pain he had felt back then. The demon's knees buckled and he crouched down, hands bracing himself against the forest ground, his breath coming out in quick sharp pants. He didn't know how long this lasted for, probably only a short few seconds, but it seemed to drag on forever. This foreign magic was pulsating, doing something to his grievous wounds and he knew that if he tried to fight it, it'd only make it worse. Eyes squeezed shut, the demon's whimper was low and near inaudible. This was fine. This was fine. It'd been worse; much worse.

Then there was a tidal wave of relief as the raging pain suddenly ebbed away and Decim slumped back against the trunk of a tree. He needed to regain his breath, suddenly feeling quite tired after that so he just sat there in silence, his breathing still rough and uneven. He... he still didn't quite fully grasp what she'd done but despite the initial hurt, he knew that it was better for him in the long run. In fact, now that his mind was calm again, that deep-set ache in shoulder blades that had been there before (never completely gone after what happened) had completely faded, nowhere to be seen.

​

I took my sample from a roleplay that I'm involved in on another site. This one's one of my shorter responses but I can make them longer if need be.​

​

​

 

[nymphadora.]

estelle maeve devereaux.

i

full name ;; estelle devereaux.
nickname ;; stelle/stella.
age ;; twenty one.
gender ;; cisgender female.
sexuality ;; bisexual.
p.o.b. ;; salem, masschuetts.
d.o.b ;; august thirteenth.
theme song ;; liability - lorde.

appearance

voice claim ;; ariana grande.
height ;; five foot, seven inches.
weight ;; 123 pounds.
hair color ;; dark brown.
eye color ;; dark brown.
body shape ;; curvy, well toned.
body mods ;; ears pierced.
clothing style ;; estelle's style is mainly things from goodwill and op shops. she usually wears oversized sweaters and baggy jeans that is a size too big with a belt tightly wrapped around her waist. estelle is the type of woman to put comfort first but she makes sure that her clothes are somewhat clean from cooking stains.

personality

personality ;; estelle grew up sheltered for most of her childhood by her single mother, not knowing how cruel the world could be sometimes. the young woman is very giving to a point where she could be considered a pushover, estelle happily priorities other people first over herself which can lead her heart breaking more than it should. estelle is loyal to most people, estelle watched people come and go in her life and believes it's always her fault. she's bubbly and artistic, a writer in the works who often wears brightly colored clothes she made at home. estelle's mother always taught her to use what she has around her, she often keeps everything, including scraps, until she needs them which leads her to be disorganised and quite messy sometimes.
mbti ;; infp.
likes ;; cooking, late nights, gelato, halloween, goodwill.
dislikes ;; heights, arrogance, expensive clothes, bugs, glitter.
habits ;; chews her lower lips, braids her hair absentmindedly.
hobbies ;; diys, cooking, sewing, watching 'FRIENDS' reruns.

love life

ideal partner ;; estelle is a hopeless romantic and dreams of being swept off her feet by a disney prince. but, estelle looks for a person who's open about their opinion and feelings. she wants to be able to laugh about tiny, dumb things with someone and maybe discover new places with them. estelle wants to finally live the dream of waking up next to someone with a grin on her face and still feel butterflies in her stomach every time she sees them.

ideal date ;; estelle's ideal date is having coffee in secret cafes while the rain pours down outside. the smell of roasted coffee filling their noses while estelle sips on hot chocolate that warms up her stomach. she wants to be able to sit there in a silence that isn't uncomfortable while listening to the live music that's playing at the cafe. another ideal date is spending the nighter under the stars with food and old music playing in the background while they chat until morning, talking about dreams to what sheep count when they can't go to sleep.

in depth

estelle's childhood was very sheltered from the beginning. her mother, isobel, was only nineteen when she had estelle in her small hometown in salem. isobel was a rebellious child, drinking and sleeping around with other guys which lead her to being a highschool drop out at age eighteen to raise a child. the father was never in the picture. when he found he was a father, he left salem to live in tennesse as far away as he could, leaving isobel to raise the child. with the help of isobel's mother, nina, estelle's childhood was nothing short of mostly sweet memories. tears were shed because of estelle's rosy cheeks were scratched and the symphony of laughter never ended. estelle was happy; learning how to diy her own clothes and paint daises with fingers, she couldn't have wished for a better childhood.

during her highschool years, estelle jumped from clique to clique. she hardly fit with others with her bright blue braces, thick glasses and her thrifted clothes. often, estelle would spend her lunchtimes hiding behind the bleachers writing short stories. estelle would often ignore lessons and focus on the tiny book in front of her, scheming up little stories to write and expand on. sometimes, estelle would enter her stories into competitions to earn cash, and with the odd jobs she did around the town, estelle had enough money to move to california. her grades weren't stellar but her mother was proud of her child nonetheless. two months after estelle's graduation, she bought a one-way ticket and flew to california.

california was a whole other world for estelle, she felt alienated by her new home but estelle quickly found a cheap apartment nearby a community college. she soon became stressed and uninspired to write. her love-life was a joke and even with the help of her friends, she struggled to find her true love. estelle's past lovers were complete opposites to her and to them she was just a rebound, a liability of sorts. after spending two years in california, estelle's once burning passion to write was burned out and california began to feel like a regretful mistake. estelle was thinking of moving back to salem when one of her friends suggested the redmancy program, she signed up later that night with nothing to lose.

writing sample

the bitter smell of coffee tickled her nose as the rain poured down outside like a symphony. estelle's dainty hands wrapped around her mug as she eagarly waited for her boyfriend. her scuffed, red converse anxiously played with each other as estelle focused on her little notebook in front of her, an empty page taunting her with writer's block. a weary grin never left estelle's lips as time ticked on. ten minutes turned into thirty which soon turned into an hour. estelle's braided hair soon became frizzy and she was on her third hot chocolate. looking at her watch which felt like the thousandth time, estelle decided to leave, it was clear he wasn't coming.

estelle quickly downed the last of her drink and picked up her bright yellow raincoat when suddenly she saw him, her boyfriend. her lips turned into a cheesy grin as she waved towards him eagarly, throwing her coat back on the chair's back while he dragged his feet towards her.

"joel, hey!" estelle said with a smile, leaning over to give joel a peck on the cheek.

estelle only earned a grunt from joel, a normal thing that happened between the couple, before they sat down. estelle's finger twirl one of her braids while joel sat across from her, his leg bouncing while his fingers drummed. joel was often travelling around the world with his father working in architecture, and that meant estelle was left behind to finish her english degree. the couple sat in silence before estelle decided she had to be the one to break the silence.

"how are you?"
"fine."
"how was the trip?"
"fine."

estelle sat up straight, awkwardly shifting in her shift. she knew how grumpy joel could be after a flight but there was something off about him, estelle chose to ignore it and moved onto a different topic, shifting in her seat once and plastering a smile.

"since you're back, i was thinking we could watch some movies and i could make your favorite?" she cooed, raising a cheeky eyebrow.

joel groaned, running a hand through his damp hair. his shoulders tensed as he leaned close to estelle, locking his blue eyes with her soft brown eyes.

"i found someone better, estelle. i'm leaving for a flight in an hour."

joel leaned back in his seat as he focused on everything else but estelle. the young girl sat there, her body shaking slightly as she tried to keep a smile on her face. "okay," she murmured, her grip tightened around her mug as she tried her best to stay calm and not break down in front of her ex-boyfriend. estelle blinked back hot tears as she felt her face get flustered and red, "what's her name?" she asked curiously.

"it's lily, she's from budapest," joel muttered back while picking at the edge of the table. estelle only nodded as a lump formed in her throat.

"exotic," estelle choked, pausing for a few moments before speaking up once more, "hope you are both happy with each other." estelle's voice trailed into a whisper as she picked up belongings and left the cafe in a rush. rain poured down on her, drenching her hair and clothes as estelle's hot tears mixed with the cold rain.

gallery—

 

[BriiAngelic]

| ​

Some People Know the Cover

Full Name:
Alicia Campo

Nickname (if applicable):
Li || AC || Ali

Age:
22

Gender:
Female
​

Others May Even Know Some Facts

Sexuality:
Bisexual

P.O.B:
Daytona Beach

D.O.B:
June 25th || Cancer

Clothing Style:
Comfy / Casual / Plain

Likes:
Soft fabrics || Almonds || Hoodies || Coffee || Rabbits || Mysteries || Cosplay || Knee-High Boots & Socks || Purples and Shades of Blue || Oversized Clothing

Dislikes:
Strong scents of any kind || Blackberries || Being in photographs || Flowers || Being pranked || Mice || Lingerie || The Color Yellow || Taking the last of a snack

Habits:
-Always wakes up super early so that she can get an hour of undisturbed music
-Curls up like a kitten when she’s tired and burrows into the nearest persons side
​

Some May Know Who I Am

Hobbies:
Playing Video Games
Ice skating
Hiking
Storytelling

MBTI:
ESFP

Personality:
Vices:
- Hard-Headed: She can't handle not being able to do something, avoid challenging her because no force on earth will be making her stop until she physically cannot any longer. Anything you tell her will go in one ear and out the other.
- Defensive: She tends to not only be sensitive to criticism but lash out if she perseveres that you are attacking a friend. Doesn't matter whether or not they see it that way, if you do something to her friend, even just a slight, you are on her shit list.
- Unfocused: Alicia is only interested in things for a moment. She bounces between activities, places,and conversations without a single look back. In fact the faster she gets something the quicker it bores her.

Virtues:
+ Brave: Comes with the territory of having older brothers. It's not that nothing scares her, in fact quite a bit does, but rather that she has only a fight instinct. She faces things head on with boldness and forces her way past obstacles. She's never afraid to shy away from a topic either.
+ Open: She isn't someone who hides back motivations, goals, etc. What you see is what you get, if you annoy her she'll tell you if she is having a crap day she lets it be known. There are no mind games with her.
+ Observant: One thing she does her best to be is observant, specifically in reference to the emotions of others. She wants to be surround by happiness and when she feels she isn't she tries to make that person cheer up.
​

But My Loved Ones Know My Past

Describe your ideal partner:
"The ideal person would be someone who above all else can be my friend. I want someone who wants to know me, know my family, know my friends and still likes me after. They gotta be able to be childish with me, life’s too short to be so angry and serious!"

Describe your ideal date:
"Best first date? Ummmmmmm dang so hard! I’d say there’s always going to the arcade? Or the beach, or the park. But never the movies! I wanna do something we both love and actually talk too..."

Biography:
Alicia was born into curiosity, being the youngest of three she spent her time constantly trying to keep up. She was quick to wedge herself into the center of the conversation and she loved being with others. Her brothers didn't give her an easy time with this though. If she wanted to hang out with them she had to keep up. She grew up with a never-ending sense for adventure and the strength that enduring scrapped knees and bruises from roughhousing. Even once she started to make her own friends the dynamic didn't change. In fact the friends joined the chaos! Before anyone knew it the norm had shifted quickly to a small group of children constantly trying to one up the older kids; whether that be from forest races, swimming times, or who could eat the fastest.
She was easily considered a wild child for most of her life. She had her soft side but for the most part it was hidden most of her childhood. It wasn't until starting middle school that she really started to embrace this side of her. She collected pretty things, plushies, accessories, and most importantly she started to think about soulmates. The inner dreamer in her came out, she talked about love and frequently. She was in love with love. She wasn't in a rush but she had high plans and high hopes for her life with her soulmate. There was no telling her that it was a "chance" she'd gotten it in her head that all she had to do was keep trying because she'd force fate to bend to her.
This eventually led her to travel as a way to meet her soulmate. She figured nearly twenty years in Florida wasn't doing her any good and looked for a good school that was far from home.​

Alicia Campo

Height:
5’2

Weight:
134lbs

Hair Color:
Brown

Eye Color:
Brown

Body Shape:
Rectangle

Body Mods:
None

​

Writing Sample:
Persona: Non Grata​

 

[lavendre]

[class=outside]height: 380px; width: 600px; background: #bbb8b1; border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; margin: auto; position: relative; top: 25px; cursor: url(https://i.imgur.com/rF1h3k2.png), auto [/class] [div class=outside] [class=outer]height: 360px; width: 510px; background: white; position: relative; left: 10px; top: -350px; cursor: url(https://i.imgur.com/rF1h3k2.png), auto [/class] [class=tabholder]height: 360px; width: 60px; background: #d2cfc7; position: relative; top: 10px; left: 530px; line-height: 10px; cursor: url(https://i.imgur.com/rF1h3k2.png), auto [/class] [class=tabsoutside]height: 350px; width: 70px; position: relative; left: 9px; top: 10px; cursor: url(https://i.imgur.com/rF1h3k2.png), auto [/class] [class=tabs]cursor: url(https://i.imgur.com/rF1h3k2.png), pointer; display: inline-block; text-align: center; font-family: 'Muli', sans-serif; color: transparent; font-size: 1em; position: relative; transition: 0.4s [/class] [class name=color]color: white; letter-spacing: 0.8px; [/class] [script class=tabs on=click] hide tabsContent set currentTab (getText) if (eq ${currentTab} 01.home) (show tabsContent1) if (eq ${currentTab} 02.persona) (show tabsContent2) if (eq ${currentTab} 03.history) (show tabsContent3) if (eq ${currentTab} 04.relations) (show tabsContent4) [/script] [class=boxcontainer1]height:35px; width: 35px; position: relative; left: -5px; top: -23px; opacity: 0; transition: 0.4s [/class] [class name=boxcontainer1 state=hover]opacity: 1 [/class] [class=boxcontainer2] display: inline-block; opacity: 1; position: absolute; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: 25px; height: 100%; text-align: center; width: 100%; [/class] [class name=box] background-color: #fff; border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px; color: black; border: 1px solid #cecece; display: inline-block; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 0.6em; padding: 2px 5px; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing:0.5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; transition: 1.5s[/class] [script class=one on=click] removeClass selected two removeClass selected three removeClass selected four fadeOut 700 tabsContent1 fadeIn 700 tabsContent1[/script] [script class=two on=click] removeClass selected one removeClass selected three removeClass selected four fadeOut 700 tabsContent2 fadeIn 700 tabsContent2[/script] [script class=three on=click] removeClass selected one removeClass selected two removeClass selected four fadeOut 700 tabsContent3 fadeIn 700 tabsContent3[/script] [script class=four on=click] removeClass selected one removeClass selected two removeClass selected three fadeOut 700 tabsContent4 fadeIn 700 tabsContent4[/script] [div class=tabholder][div class=tabsoutside style=color:transparent][div class=tabs][div class="one" style="height: 18px;padding: 12px 5px 5px 5px;width:25px;border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px;background:#EAE6DE;display:inline-block;margin-left:4px"]01.[div class=boxcontainer1][div class=boxcontainer2][div class=box]home

[/div][/div][/div][/div]

[div class=tabs][div class="two" style="height: 18px;padding: 12px 5px 5px 5px;width:25px;border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px;background:#EAE6DE;display:inline-block;margin-left:4px"]02.[div class=boxcontainer1][div class=boxcontainer2][div class=box]persona[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div]

[div class=tabs][div class="three" style="height: 18px;padding: 12px 5px 5px 5px;width:25px;border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px;background:#EAE6DE;display:inline-block;margin-left:4px"]03.[div class=boxcontainer1][div class=boxcontainer2][div class=box]history[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div]

[div class=tabs][div class="four" style="height: 18px;padding: 12px 5px 5px 5px;width:25px;border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px;background:#EAE6DE;display:inline-block;margin-left:4px"]04.[div class=boxcontainer1 style="left:0px"][div class=boxcontainer2][div class=box]relations[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [class name=tabicon]height: 16px; width: 16px; background-image: url(https://i.imgur.com/pODes6R.png); position: relative; top: -161px; left: 14px; pointer-events: none [/class] [div class=tabicon]ddd
[div class=tabicon style="background-image:url(https://i.imgur.com/DE20gKz.png);top: 15px;left:0px"]ddd[/div]
[div class=tabicon style="background-image:url(https://i.imgur.com/2Er9xjc.png);top: 34px;left:0px"]ddd[/div]
[div class=tabicon style="background-image:url(https://i.imgur.com/7e7kbp3.png);top: 54px;left:0px"]ddd[/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=outer] [div class=content][div class="tabsContent tabsContent1"] [class=img]height: 350px; width: 200px; background-image:url(http://0169acf2b41053510793-a17828a56d1fe6987c3860aa718002a9.r21.cf3.rackcdn.com/15090_5bc77445-3afe-48aa-95d6-d0b57cf44ce3.jpg); background-size:150%; background-position: 40% 0%; position: relative; filter: saturate(100%) brightness(95%); top: 5px; left: 5px; transition: all .5s ease-in-out [/class] [class name=img state=hover]filter: saturate(110%) brightness(100%) [/class] [class=title]height: 110px; width: 285px; background: #EAE6DE; padding: 5px; position: relative; top: -345px; left: 210px [/class] [class name=bigborder]height: 84px; width: 84px; border: 1px solid black; border-radius: 50%; position: relative; top: 10px [/class] [class name=smallborder]height: 44px; width: 44px; border: 1px solid black; border-radius: 50%; position: absolute; margin-top: 5px; z-index: 5 [/class] [class name=bigimg]height: 80px; width: 80px; background-image:url(http://0169acf2b41053510793-a17828a56d1fe6987c3860aa718002a9.r21.cf3.rackcdn.com/15090_3f762b7b-cd92-4f4b-9ca6-ff7d4c42fd3c.jpg); background-size:185%; background-position:70% 0%; border-radius: 50%; position: relative; top: 2px; left: 2px [/class] [class name=smallimg]height: 40px; width: 40px; border-radius: 50%; position: absolute; margin-top: 2px; margin-left: 2px; z-index: 5 [/class] [class name=topwords]height: 25px; width: 190px; border-bottom: 1px solid #000; font-size: 21px; font-family: 'Exo', sans-serif; font-weight: 700; position: relative; top: -55px; left: 90px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center [/class] [class name=bottomwords]height: 30px; width: 190px; font-size: 11px; font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif; position: relative; font-weight: 300; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase [/class] [div class=img][/div] [div class=title] [div class=bigborder][div class=bigimg][/div][/div] [div class=topwords]delia salvatici [div class=bottomwords]the constantly analytical introvert[/div][/div][/div] [class=contain]height: 223px; width: 295px; background: #EAE6DE; border: 1px solid #bbb8b1; position: relative; top: -340px; left: 210px; overflow: hidden [/class] [class name=overflow]height: 100%; width: 105%; overflow-y: auto; padding-right: 40px [/class] [class name=overfloow]height: 100%; width: 110%; overflow-y: auto; padding-right: 40px [/class] [class=box1]height:12px;width:285px;padding:0px 5px 10px 5px;border: 1px solid #bbb8b1;overflow:hidden;font-size: 0.75em;font-family:'Exo', sans-serif;font-weight: 700;margin-top:-1px; [/class] [class=box2]height:25px;padding:4px 5px 0px 5px;display:inline-block;color:black;border-right: 1px solid #bbb8b1;text-transform:uppercase;position:relative;left:-5px;top:0px;font-size:1.02em;text-align:left [/class] [div class=contain][div class=overflow] [div class=box1][div class=box2] full name[/div]Delia Naiara Salvatici[/div] [div class=box1 style="margin-top:-1px"][div class=box2] nicknames[/div]Dee, Lia, Delle, Naiara, Ara[/div] [div class=box1 style="margin-top:-1px"][div class=box2] age[/div]20 years old[/div] [div class=box1 style="margin-top:-1px"][div class=box2] gender[/div]Female[/div] [div class=box1 style="margin-top:-1px"][div class=box2] sexuality[/div]Demisexual biromantic[/div] [div class=box1 style="margin-top:-1px"][div class=box2] place of birth[/div]Bilbao, Spain[/div] [div class=box1 style="margin-top:-1px"][div class=box2] date of birth[/div]April 18[/div] [div class=box1 style="margin-top:-1px"][div class=box2] height[/div]5 feet and 9 inches[/div] [div class=box1 style="margin-top:-1px"][div class=box2] weight[/div]125 pounds[/div] [div class=box1 style="margin-top:-1px"][div class=box2] hair color[/div]Brown[/div] [div class=box1 style="margin-top:-1px"][div class=box2] eye color[/div]Brown[/div] [div class=box1 style="margin-top:-1px"][div class=box2] body shape[/div]Hourglass[/div] [div class=box1 style="margin-top:-1px"][div class=box2] body mods[/div]Standard ear piercings[/div] [div class=box1 style="margin-top:-1px;height: 35px;padding-top:1px;overflow: auto;line-height:15px;font-size:0.7em"][div class=box2 style="font-size:1.05em;border-bottom:1px solid #bbb8b1;border-right:1px solid #bbb8b1;height:16px;top:-2px;"] clothing style[/div] Delia's style is rather casual and she wears whatever's comfortable for her. She isn't very meticulous when it comes to clothing though she doesn't have a mix-and-match or eccentric style. She wears simple crop tops, denim jackets, shorts, cardigans, leggings, jeans, converse sneakers, and the like.[/div] [/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=content][div class="tabsContent tabsContent2" style="display:none"] [div class=title style="height: 60px;width: 490px;top:-705px;left:15px"][div class=smallborder][div class=smallimg style=background-image:url(https://static.tumblr.com/4ee06c58d5a93b789c2095f33ab83212/gkcs7g6/1ljo9784u/tumblr_static_tumblr_static_3hlq86l1eoqo480so48wc0kgg_640.jpg);background-size:170%][/div][/div][div class=smallborder style=margin-top:5px;margin-left:50px][div class=smallimg style=background-image:url(https://static.tumblr.com/68bca6caf235c3794807c89a29403324/zcetink/5k2ou4wg5/tumblr_static_tumblr_static__640.jpg);background-size:180%][/div][/div][div class=smallborder style=margin-top:5px;margin-left:100px][div class=smallimg style=background-image:url(https://data.whicdn.com/images/285624992/superthumb.jpg);background-size:170%][/div][/div] [div class=topwords style=height:25px;width:260px;text-align:right;top:15px;left:220px;font-weight:300]inside the outsider persona[/div][/div] [class=minicontain]height: 265px; width: 235px; padding: 5px; background: #EAE6DE; position: relative; top: -700px; left: 15px [/class] [class name=roundedwords]height: 40px; width: 190px; padding: 13px 0px 2px 45px; background: #d2cfc7; border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Exo', sans-serif; [/class] [class name=dots]height: 7px; width: 7px; background: black; border-radius: 50%; display: inline-block; float: left; position: relative; top: 12px; left: -38px [/class] [div class=minicontain] [div class=roundedwords][div class=dots][div class=dots style="top:0px;left: 15px"][/div][div class=dots style="top:-7px;left: 30px"][/div][/div]preferences[/div] [class name=minioverflow]height: 205px; width: 220px; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-size: 0.75em; font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif; overflow: hidden [/class] [div class=minioverflow][div class=overflow style="width:107%"]MBTI: INTP (The Logician)

Likes: New ideas and thoughts, sharing these thoughts and ideas, being listened to, dogs, patterns, the sunset and sunrise, beauty and aesthetics, hot cocoa, 90's rock music

Dislikes: Rules and limitations, generalizations, noise, her words being taken the wrong way, materialism, grainy textures, obnoxious chatter, crying, being yelled at, bugs

Habits/Quirks: Rarely maintains eye contact (but does when she's interested in someone or something), pulls on strands of hair when bored, frequently looks down at her hands when nervous, hums when thinking about a question

Hobbies: Writing, playing the guitar, learning new things, reading, collecting things, sculpting[/div][/div][/div] [div class=minicontain style="top:-975px;left:270px"] [div class=roundedwords][div class=dots][div class=dots style="top:0px;left: 15px"][/div][div class=dots style="top:-7px;left: 30px"][/div][/div]personality[/div] [div class=minioverflow][div class=overflow style="width:108%"]"Quiet does not equal shy. One can be quiet, but not shy."

Delia is quite withdrawn as a person. She can often come off as aloof, shy, or condescending for her tendencies to stay on the sidelines. However, she definitely is not shy, as she is not reluctant to give her opinion on a subject. She is calculating, which can make some people uneasy about her if they don't know her well. Her rather solemn look often gives people her a bad first impression.

But she is not initially judgmental nor is she an evil mastermind who watches your every step to plot your downfall. Delia is observant because she processes things and makes judgments based on her observations. In fact, processing is probably what she does more than anything else. While the girl can be a bit of a daydreamer, it's because of her being so deep in thought.

Unfortunately, she overprocesses things and she can be too distant because of this. Another product of being so logic-oriented is her tendencies to be apathetic. Delia never means to hurt anyone, but there are times when the words don't sound as nonchalant as she expected them to. She is not usually one to give emotional support and instead, she'll suggest solutions to your problems. This is not always welcome by others and it is seen as rude or insensitive.

Of course, she becomes different when you get to know her. Delia is very easygoing and altruistic towards her family as well as the people she calls her "friends". She is very willing to tackle problems head-on and find a solution instead of running away. She lives by logic and makes all of her decisions based on it instead of basing them upon emotions. She's not very apathetic on the inside - in fact, she's quite the opposite. She doesn't show it often but she feels very deeply for her loved ones and is very caring towards them. [/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=content][div class="tabsContent tabsContent3" style="display:none"] [div class=title style="height: 60px;top:-705px;left:15px"][div class=smallborder][div class=smallimg style=background-image:url(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/64/%28near_the_Bilbao_Metro%2C_Madrid%29_Spain%2C_black_and_white_photography_%28Metro%2C_Madrid%29_photograph_by_David_Adam_Kess_pic._bbbb4.jpg);background-size:170%][/div][/div][div class=smallborder style=margin-top:60px;margin-left:0px][div class=smallimg style=background-image:url(https://thomaspeck.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/gugg1.jpg);background-size:180%;background-position:80% 0%][/div][/div][div class=smallborder style=margin-top:115px;margin-left:0px][div class=smallimg style=background-image:url(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f6/3e/af/f63eaf851f85698b12d59109205fb7a6.jpg);background-size:170%;background-position:50% 0%][/div][/div] [div class=topwords style=height:25px;width:230px;text-align:right;top:15px;left:55px;font-weight:300]her life story biography[/div][/div] [div class=minicontain style="width:285px"] [class=minioverflow2]height:265px;width:230px;padding:5px;margin-top:-5px;margin-left:50px;font-family:'Open Sans', sans-serif;font-size:0.75em [/class] [div class=minioverflow2][div class=overflow]Delia was born to a middle-class family living in Bilbao, Spain to a Basque mother and an Italian father. She had a relatively normal life as a girl - she went to school, learned to play the guitar, and received good grades. Her parents, however, were quite authoritarian and verbally abusive. They never allowed the girl to express her opinions on certain matters that involved her. What they said was what went and there was no arguing.

Her parents immigrated to the United States (specifically the Californian city of when she was 9 years old and it was a huge change for Delia. She was bullied for her thick accent and the fact that she spoke very little English. She was mocked loudly and the fact that her parents didn't care much just made matters worse for her. They thought she should have toughened up, but the bullying was very painful for her on both a physical and mental level.

Because of this as well as a difficult home life, the girl became very rebellious at the age of 13. She would steal things, vandalize, and even smoke and skip class. She fell into the wrong crowd and while she was respectful at home, she was different outside. When her parents were notified that she wasn't showing up at her classes, things grew worse. It took a long 4 years and several meetings with the principal and school counselor to get her back on track.

Delia's ties with her parents improved as she grew older. Though her childhood and history with them were very tough, she generally forgave them and they rebuilt their relationship. She was 18 when she was accepted into a community college with a Pre-Medical major and aspiring to become a neurologist. There, she began dating, though she never really believed in the idea of soulmates, since the whole idea "defied logic". The end of her sophomore year was approaching and she heard about the Redamancy program from a friend, so she decided to give it a shot. [/div][/div][/div] [div class=img style="background-image:url(http://0169acf2b41053510793-a17828a56d1fe6987c3860aa718002a9.r21.cf3.rackcdn.com/15090_8308e326-c4ea-4372-8c56-995f7837956d.jpg);background-size:150%;background-position:40% 0%;top:-1050px;left:315px"][/div][/div][/div] [div class=content][div class="tabsContent tabsContent4" style="display:none"] [div class=minicontain style="height: 340px;margin-top:-5px"] [div class=title style="height: 60px;width: 225px;background:#d2cfc7;top:0px;left:0px"] [div class=topwords style=height:25px;width:200px;text-align:right;top:15px;left:20px;font-weight:300]the questions [/div][/div] [class=rounded]height: 15%; width: 235px; position: sticky; top: 0px; background: #d2cfc7; border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-size: 20px; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Exo', sans-serif; text-align: right [/class] [div class=minioverflow style="height:260px;width:235px;padding:0px;margin-top:10px"][div class=overflow style="width:105%"][div class=rounded][div class=dots style="left:5px"][div class=dots style="top:0px;left: 15px"][/div][div class=dots style="top:-7px;left: 30px"][/div][/div]ideal partner[/div]
"What I don't want is someone who is close-minded and incapable of seeing the big picture outside of their own little bubble."

Delia is quite quick to tell you what she does not want - a partner who cannot see her side of things. It's something that irks her to her very core and coming from a family of rigid, inflexible people, she would hate for history to repeat itself.

"I really don't care if they're outgoing or quiet. And though the former would be the more annoying of the two, I know I need to come out of my shell. And I will. . .eventually."

Delia knows that she needs to open up more, and though it would be a little uncomfortable, she knows that she would be better off with someone who was more outgoing and a good communicator. Despite this, she would want a partner who was less bouncy and more calm, sociable, and open to new ideas and perspectives.

[div class=rounded][div class=dots style="left:5px"][div class=dots style="top:0px;left: 15px"][/div][div class=dots style="top:-7px;left: 30px"][/div][/div]ideal date[/div]
"If I'm going to be honest, I would prefer going somewhere that isn't lovey-dovey or overly romantic. I don't need to be taken to a fancy restaurant with dimmed lights and scented candles. I'd prefer somewhere where we can just enjoy each other's presence or even do something together."

Delia would hate going on a traditional date (she doesn't even like the term date anyway) and would prefer a less "typical" date with her partner. Strolling along the beach, hanging out at a bar, or even doing something more exciting like going hiking in the mountains or kayaking down a river. These don't really seem likes "dates" per se, but any perfect date for Delia is one where she can spend time with her partner.

Spoiler: writing sample ^^

For a moment, Zahra was at a loss for words as Jaime touched her cheek, staring into his deep brown eyes. Another internal, 10-second-long episode of panic and silence ensued. She felt like a mess, like she should cry, like she should scream at him, slap him, run to her room, do something, anything at all. But she couldn't, and she didn't know what to do - again. But she knew she had to stay calm and strong, to show no emotion at all, to do the opposite of what she'd normally do, though it would be the more difficult than anything else she had ever done.

Zahra frowned slightly though she listened to his short apology, which, in her eyes, was actually very sincere and heartfelt. She noticed how he seemed very disappointed in himself and her own feelings of sadness intensified. She knew this would be a delicate situation and she knew she had to be cool about it and not to step out over the imaginary boundary of hurting his feelings. However, the feeling of the grudge she held towards him crept up and Zahra felt like she would say something harsh.

"Jaime. It's been 4 years. Four. Years. That's a very long time. You've had so much time to apologize, but you didn't. Do you honestly expect me to just forgive you? Did you not realize how worried and hurt I've felt? I..." she almost began to ramble but paused, realizing she was spilling out her emotions in the presence of strangers. It was somewhat humiliating for her, since she was often very private about these types of situations. She looked around for a moment and looked back at him, sighing and trying to regain her composure.

"N-never mind," she said with a long sigh that was more of a shaky deep breath. "I'm going to unpack my things," she said lowly as she walked up the stairs. Wow, nice work, Zahra. You didn't even realize that you were being filmed, she felt uncomfortable butterflies in her stomach as she came to her room.

Opening the door, she observed it and suddenly smiled. It was a spacious bedroom with 2 queen-sized beds with a huge window overlooking the pool and looked a lot like a hotel room, at least to her. Unfortunately, she would be watched with a camera at all times and the only private place she could go was the bathroom.

She already claimed which bed would be hers - the one closer to the window. The natural light that came into the room was beautiful and it lifted Zahra's spirit. She didn't feel the need to pack much besides the necessary toiletries and clothes, of course. What she did bring was her laptop as well as her Nikon DSLR camera that she bought just two years ago. She decided that while in the town, she could get some good photography shots.

[/div][/div][/div] [div class=minicontain style="height: 340px;top:-1050px;left:270px"] [div class=title style="height: 60px;width: 225px;background:#d2cfc7;top:270px;left:0px"] [div class=topwords style=height:25px;width:200px;text-align:right;top:15px;left:20px;font-weight:300]the relations [/div][/div] [div class=minioverflow style="height:260px;width:235px;padding:0px;margin-top:-70px"][div class=overflow] [class=relationinfo]height:118px; padding: 5px; width: 94%; color: transparent; position: relative; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0; font-size: 0.8em; transition: all .6s ease-in-out [/class] [class name=relationinfo state=hover] background: #EAE6DE; border: 1px solid #d2cfc7; color: black; top: 0px; opacity: 0.98 [/class] [class=relationimg]height:130px; width: 200px; overflow:hidden; margin: auto; position: relative; left:5px [/class] [class name=text]height:85%;width:100%;overflow:hidden [/class] [class name=name]height:20px;width:100%;border: 0px solid transparent;font-size:12px;margin:auto;text-align:center;text-shadow:1px 1px 0px grey;font-weight:700 [/class] [div class=relationimg style="background-image:url(http://via.placeholder.com/200x130);background-size:100%"][div class=relationinfo] [div class=name]character name[/div] [div class=text][div class=overfloow]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Erat enim Polemonis. Sed ne, dum huic obsequor, vobis molestus sim. Summus dolor plures dies manere non potest? Omnes enim iucundum motum, quo sensus hilaretur. Est, ut dicis, inquit; Duo Reges: constructio interrete. Haec quo modo conveniant, non sane intellego.Illis videtur, qui illud non dubitant bonum dicere; Unum est sine dolore esse, alterum cum voluptate. Nam et complectitur verbis, quod vult, et dicit plane, quod intellegam; Oculorum, inquit Plato, est in nobis sensus acerrimus, quibus sapientiam non cernimus. Illi enim inter se dissentiunt. Quo plebiscito decreta a senatu est consuli quaestio Cn. Quid enim?De ingenio eius in his disputationibus, non de moribus quaeritur. Quis non odit sordidos, vanos, leves, futtiles? Hic quoque suus est de summoque bono dissentiens dici vere Peripateticus non potest. Tu autem negas fortem esse quemquam posse, qui dolorem malum putet. Quae cum dixisset paulumque institisset, Quid est?[/div][/div][/div][/div]
[div class=relationimg style="background-image:url(http://via.placeholder.com/200x130);background-size:100%"][div class=relationinfo] [div class=name]character name[/div] [div class=text][div class=overfloow]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Erat enim Polemonis. Sed ne, dum huic obsequor, vobis molestus sim. Summus dolor plures dies manere non potest? Omnes enim iucundum motum, quo sensus hilaretur. Est, ut dicis, inquit; Duo Reges: constructio interrete. Haec quo modo conveniant, non sane intellego.Illis videtur, qui illud non dubitant bonum dicere; Unum est sine dolore esse, alterum cum voluptate. Nam et complectitur verbis, quod vult, et dicit plane, quod intellegam; Oculorum, inquit Plato, est in nobis sensus acerrimus, quibus sapientiam non cernimus. Illi enim inter se dissentiunt. Quo plebiscito decreta a senatu est consuli quaestio Cn. Quid enim?De ingenio eius in his disputationibus, non de moribus quaeritur. Quis non odit sordidos, vanos, leves, futtiles? Hic quoque suus est de summoque bono dissentiens dici vere Peripateticus non potest. Tu autem negas fortem esse quemquam posse, qui dolorem malum putet. Quae cum dixisset paulumque institisset, Quid est?[/div][/div][/div][/div]
[div class=relationimg style="background-image:url(http://via.placeholder.com/200x130);background-size:100%"][div class=relationinfo] [div class=name]character name[/div] [div class=text][div class=overfloow]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Erat enim Polemonis. Sed ne, dum huic obsequor, vobis molestus sim. Summus dolor plures dies manere non potest? Omnes enim iucundum motum, quo sensus hilaretur. Est, ut dicis, inquit; Duo Reges: constructio interrete. Haec quo modo conveniant, non sane intellego.Illis videtur, qui illud non dubitant bonum dicere; Unum est sine dolore esse, alterum cum voluptate. Nam et complectitur verbis, quod vult, et dicit plane, quod intellegam; Oculorum, inquit Plato, est in nobis sensus acerrimus, quibus sapientiam non cernimus. Illi enim inter se dissentiunt. Quo plebiscito decreta a senatu est consuli quaestio Cn. Quid enim?De ingenio eius in his disputationibus, non de moribus quaeritur. Quis non odit sordidos, vanos, leves, futtiles? Hic quoque suus est de summoque bono dissentiens dici vere Peripateticus non potest. Tu autem negas fortem esse quemquam posse, qui dolorem malum putet. Quae cum dixisset paulumque institisset, Quid est?[/div][/div][/div][/div]
[div class=relationimg style="background-image:url(http://via.placeholder.com/200x130);background-size:100%"][div class=relationinfo] [div class=name]character name[/div] [div class=text][div class=overfloow]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Erat enim Polemonis. Sed ne, dum huic obsequor, vobis molestus sim. Summus dolor plures dies manere non potest? Omnes enim iucundum motum, quo sensus hilaretur. Est, ut dicis, inquit; Duo Reges: constructio interrete. Haec quo modo conveniant, non sane intellego.Illis videtur, qui illud non dubitant bonum dicere; Unum est sine dolore esse, alterum cum voluptate. Nam et complectitur verbis, quod vult, et dicit plane, quod intellegam; Oculorum, inquit Plato, est in nobis sensus acerrimus, quibus sapientiam non cernimus. Illi enim inter se dissentiunt. Quo plebiscito decreta a senatu est consuli quaestio Cn. Quid enim?De ingenio eius in his disputationibus, non de moribus quaeritur. Quis non odit sordidos, vanos, leves, futtiles? Hic quoque suus est de summoque bono dissentiens dici vere Peripateticus non potest. Tu autem negas fortem esse quemquam posse, qui dolorem malum putet. Quae cum dixisset paulumque institisset, Quid est?[/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div][/div]

 

[Jade Emperor]

[class=taboutside]height: 30px; width: 100px; padding-top: 20px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-size: 0.55em[/class] [class=tabs]height: 18px; width: 50px; font-weight: 700; color: white; font-size: 3em; cursor: pointer; display: inline-block; text-align: center; transition: 0.3s;[/class] [class name=tabs state=hover]font-weight: 700; color:#A4AAB4; font-size: 4em; text-shadow: 0px 0px 3px white; letter-spacing: 0.5px; transform:rotate(20deg)[/class] [script class=tabs on=click] hide tabsContent set currentTab (getText) if (eq ${currentTab} 01) (show tabsContent01) if (eq ${currentTab} 02) (show tabsContent02) if (eq ${currentTab} 03) (show tabsContent03) if (eq ${currentTab} 04) (show tabsContent04) [/script]

Can you handle me?

Diana Moore

[div class=taboutside style=width:365px;height:150px;margin-top:-5px;margin-left:70px;][div class=tabs]01.

[div class=tabs]02.

[div class=tabs]03.[/div][div class=tabs]04.[/div][/div]

[div class=content][div class="tabsContent tabsContent01" ]

exquisite .

name:

Diana Jocelyn Moore

age:

Twenty One

gender:

Female

sexuality:

Bi-Sexual

birth date:

November 16

"What about your eyes?"

Well, my eyes are . . . Special. They don't really have a set color, I suppose. From birth, I had Heterochromia, my right eye is brown, and my left eye is yellow.

And your hair?

Ah, my hair, god damned hair. Well, it's curly, obviously. Unless I straighten it. I normally like to keep it curly, sometimes straight, or cornrows if I have the time. Lately, I'm keeping it in a pony tail. My hair is a sort of dark Hazelnut, but I sometimes dye it.

What about everything else?

Well for one, I'm not telling you how much I weigh. Why? Because, well, no. I'm not too tall really, just about 5'8". I'm pretty attractive, I guess. I get compliments a lot, but, I don't like to brag. I have a pretty . . . set Physique, I'm physically active, so I'm not super skinny, but I'm not exactly completely muscle bound either. I'm sort of in the middle, somewhere I don't know. I have one tattoo, on my back, it's of a large stylish cross, and the word love written over it.

And your clothing?

Hm, well what a weird question. Yeah, my clothes vary, depending on what I'm doing. I'm very fashionable, a bit OCD about what I wear, but I refuse to give up my comfort for appearance, so everything I wear is both stylish, and comfy.

Where were you born?

Atlanta Georgia, another city of lights.

[/div][/div] [div class=content][div class="tabsContent tabsContent02" style="display:none"]

persona .

likes

• Singing

• braiding hair

• Dancing

• Debating

• Keeping in shape

• People who can take charge

dislikes

• Incompetence

• Imperfection

• Bystanders

• Mindless Violence

• Losing

• Ignorance

• Being alone

habits

• Digging her nails into her palm when nervous

• Biting her lip

• Constantly checking herself to see if she is on the right track

• Licking her lips

• Playing with her hair

• Using her hands when talking

etc

• She is a beautiful singer

• African American

• Heterochromia

• Has slight OCD, nothing serious

• Gets more confident with people who go against her

personality

Being raised in a house hold where one must always be competitive to stay on top, you can tell she hasn't always been happy. If she's even happy now. She was raised to be, well, perfect. She is the bottom child, over looked for everything as her brother and sister always got the attention. To gain the adoration and love of her parents, being "herself" was never enough. She had to be the best. She had to push everyone under her and rise to the top, keep her friends close and her enemies closer. But, unlike her egotistical older siblings, she finds that very wrong. Though, she is sinful, as she herself had done it a few times. But she isn't proud of it. Due to such harsh treatment, she has practically disowned her parents. As the reason why she moved away, living in a condo close to her college campus, though eventually moved back. But she can't help keeping some of the things they taught her. For one, she's horrifically competitive, and loathes losing with the passion of a trillion burning suns. If she did lose, she would pretend as if it's alright, but those who know her know that her mind is racing and burning with ways to beat them next time. Giving her the reputation of, "never losing twice", if that makes sense. To those not allied to her, they are at the worst end of the stick. She has no mercy, no pity, and no kindness. If you are unlucky enough to make her dislike you, she'll make your life a complete and utter living hell. She has even been considered a bully a few times for the things she's done, and well, she can't help herself. They say old habits die hard, and for her, that's as true as it is she is a female.

As competitive as she is, she can't stand those who'd hold back against her. Be it in her MMA matches, or in simple work, while she hates losing, she hates it when she wins because her opponent hadn't been going all out even more. She loves being competitive, and finds herself drawn to people who can match that same level of competitiveness. Diana is a no nonsense type of girl, and knows when to get serious. She is very respectful, being taught to respect those around her, especially authorities. Though, it doesn't mean she always does it. Sometimes, those above her, or those in power, really annoy her and piss her off. So she finds it more fun to argue with them.

MBTI: INTJ

[/div][/div] [div class=content][div class="tabsContent tabsContent03" style="display:none"]

biography .

history

Diana was born in Atlanta Georgia, tot he very successful business man, known as Grayson Moore. Creator of Moore Inc. Ceo of Logitech Corporal, and co creator of Designer Studios. Rich and Richer, not to even bring in her mother, competing in the Olympics and winning 3 gold medals, before continuing to be the manager for her first child, Cole Moore, who is now a world famous Musician and artist. So to say the expectations for her since birth were high would be an understatement. Being the youngest of 4 children, Diana was never really shown love. Her parents valued respect, and demanded it above all else. To even get attention, she had to prove her worth to the family. In constant competition with the rest of her family, she was never able to impress her father, who she'd never even seen smile. She'd never heard the words I love you leave his mouth, not to her, or any of her siblings.

As time went on, she grew more and more distant from her family, even running away at one point. She didnt want to play this game, of love me or love me not. Nothing she did impressed her father, her mother sometimes yes, but she was constantly missing that aspect of her life, of a good father figure. He wasn't a father to her, he was a boss. She would take up modeling, singing, dancing, playing the piano, hell one time she took up the mantel of a stripper, just so he'd react. He didn't. After years and years of trying, she finally gave up, and decided to live her life by herself and on her own. She slowly but truly drifted away from her family, having minimal contact, the max with her mother.

Not too long ago, about a month ago, her father died.

She was told by her mother, who had been frantically trying to call her before, as her father lay on his death bed, wanting to say final words to her. She was hurt, he was still her father, but she'd been raised to be cold and de-sensitized, so she hesitantly barely agreed to go to his funeral. It was in the reading of his will that she found out. He'd written her a letter, hand written not typed, that spoke about him raising her. He knew he wasn't a good father to her, and in the letter it went into detail about how sorry he was for that. And at the end, those fabled words were printed. "I love you". She was heart broken, emotionally torn, she didn't know how to feel. She was angry, that only now was he saying it, but she'd missed her chance to visit him while he was still alive, maybe he wanted to say it then? After that, she found herself in a state if depression, and cut herself off from the world. But her mother is going to die soon, having been told she had cancer, and said she wanted to see her daughter happy before she left the world. Which is why she joined Redamancy, just to get someone to share a fake kiss with, send it to her mother, and have her be at peace.

She never truly dealt with the harsh emotional turmoil of her fathers death.

[/div][/div] [div class=content][div class="tabsContent tabsContent04" style="display:none"]

beauty .

love me

Ideal partner: I want, no, I need someone that can take charge. Not an asshole who forces me to do things mind you, but someone smart, educated, someone that can provide me. Someone who can argue with me, keep a conversation, I don't want someone dry or boring. I want them to be fruitful and interesting, exotic and on the move, someone who loves music, reading, writing and drawing like I do. I want someone who won't hold back against me, loyal and honest no matter what. I don't need someone perfect, I don't need someone who will always be on my good side, that's no fun, I'd even rather have someone who argues with me, but I can't stand dry people. Also . . . You have to be good in bed. I won't lie, I'm a freak, but I need someone who can keep up with that freakiness.

Ideal date: Well, we have to go see the movies. I want someone who's romantic, but I'm also a very active girl. I need someone who can keep active with me, someone I can go against. Be it racing, gaming, or anything that needs me to be competitive, I need someone like that in my life. But, things should be mellow too. A walk along the beach, talking about our life maybe, sitting down and singing, writing, anything. And end it with a dinner, hand cooked, it's better that way. Maybe I'll invite them in? Depends on how good they were to me~

[/div][/div]
[/div][/div]

Writing sample:​

Blake wasn't sure what he had expected from a girl who set out notes into random lockers, I mean, it wasn't like she knew him. Alexia, or well, Janette, he'd gotten a note about a band from her in his locker. He had just moved to that school, having not made any moves to make any friends, and nothing vise versa, one could imagine his utter shock when he got a written message in his locker about a band, and an invitation towards it. The message was poorly written, with horrific barely understood hand writing and a less than acceptable level of grammar. It reminded him of the messages he'd make with the boys back in Memphis, where they'd imagine themselves as spies or secret agents. But that was acceptable, they were children, this girl had to be at least a Freshman right? Against his better judgement, he returned the note, and waited for a possible reply back. Now imagine his shock, when he found another note in his locker that specified a meeting point?! "Hey! This is me, Alexia. Actually, that's my middle name. My real name is Janette. So, you're ready to start a band? Cool! I convinced the school to let me use the auditorium at 7:00PM to 8:00PM on Wednesdays! So... meet me there tonight, and we can get to know each other! :^3." At least, that's what the note said. Happily, the grammar was better than the former note, but, what was that at the end? A text emoticon? But, she wasn't texting, shewrote it. He'd already gotten a sort of idea from what kind of person she was, but, he wanted to secure who she was, before he met her. He had never shown nor told her his locker number, she only knew his name, and what he would be doing in the band. She couldn't have asked around for him, he had barely been in the school for a week so no one knew who he was. So . . . Well, he didn't want to think of how she found his locker number, if he did he might convince himself not to join.

So, why Blake, is what you;re probably asking right? Why go if you have so much doubt? Well . . . He wanted to sing. He wasn't able to be in chorus do to some weird schedule mishap, and the same for orchestra, so he had nowhere to practice. And . . . weird and sad as it may be, he . . . . needed friends. He would never, ever, ever admit it in person, he'd rather die before he admit something like that to anyone, but he did. His mother was worried for him at this point, always being so alone. And it wasn't like he was pure, no, he'd made mistakes in the past. He had enemies, people that wish him harm, he couldn't constantly be watching his back. He needed friends and allies to help him . . . "adjust" to this new lifestyle. Not to mention, the cold dark feeling of loneliness crept into his subconscious every second he stayed without company. He could deny it all he wanted, but being around people actually calmed his nerves. So why not join this band? Helping his undying feeling of loneliness shine with light and give him a reason to practice, killing two birds with one stone.

When school ended, he changed and went out onto the football field, where he'd run laps around the long plain of elongated fake grass and turf. He'd sometimes glance at the teams on the field, the football team getting ready, the cheerleaders stretching, and his personal favorite, the bystanders. The groups of guys and girls who instead of engaging in actual physical activity, watched the teams do their share of work. Mostly full of guys, of which intently stared at the Cheerleaders with perverted and distasteful eyes. He couldn't blame them, the Cheerleaders were attractive, but to just sit there and stare? It seemed counter-intuitive, and pretty redundant. He stopped his running and exercise around 6 o'clock, taking a quick shower and changing into something more appropriate. A long sleeved white V-Neck sweater, black jeans with a silver chain connected to it's side, a watch on his wrist, ear rings in his ears, a silver chain with a cross pendant around his neck, and a pair of brown boots on his feet. Also . . . a pocket knife. Yes, it was illegal, and yes he knew the dangers of carrying something like that casually, but old habits die hard. And he knew better than to go somewhere with someone he didn't know with nothing to protect himself. He'd only use it if things got hairy, and he'd never show it unless he had to.

Blake entered the Auditorium at 6:45, 15 minutes before the intended time. Why? Because early was on time, and on time was late. He met the figure of a girl, white toned skin. Long flowing blonde hair, with a few streaks of brown, and a hat on her head. She held this strange ridiculous smile that made him instantly know, she was the girl. Why? Because only someone so happy go would write like that and be in highschool. If he had to guess her age . . . She seemed around his age, maybe a year younger? No, that posture . . . Could she be older? No way to truly tell, not from a distance. He dropped his things at the double doors, and walked towards her. "You know," he said, hands in his pockets. "It's reallyunconventional to meet like that, random notes in lockers. Calling us weird locker snoopers, if I didn't know any better I'd turn around and call you possibly dangerous." He stopped in front of her, and brought an arm out. "Blake Moore, I'm the one who signed their paper with the drawing of Goku, Naruto, and Luffy. Not that you'd know them . . . Well, I'm the one with the weird drawings."

 

[Jade Emperor]

lavendre
Done~!

 

[Fol]

[div class=vesuContainer] [div class=vesuLeft]
 [div class=vesuLargeOut][div class=vesuLargeWord]







?[/div][/div] [div class=vesuImageOut][div class=vesuImage][/div][/div] [/div] [div class=vesuRight][div class=vesuText][div class=vesuScroll]Name: Jennifer Olivia Brown
Nickname: Jennifer, Jenny
d.o.b: May 16th

Gender: Female
Ethnicity: White American with French heritage
Height: 171,5 cm

Appearance:
Jennifer is tall with a petite, but toned, body. She has straight, dark brown hair that ends just above her shoulders and big, brown eyes surrounded by long, fluttery eyelashes. She has full lips and dimples on each cheek that show up every time she smiles. Jennifer prefers casual, comfortable clothing. Her go-to outfit are a pair of black or dark blue jeans, paired with a white t-shirt and a pair of canvas shoes or white sneakers.

Personality:
Jenny is a sweetheart, always kind and ready to lend a hand or a comforting shoulder whenever it's needed. She is a positive person and she smiles and laughs a lot, taking setbacks and failures in a stride. Truth be told she can sometimes be naïve, and maybe even a bit immature, sometimes being a bit too forgiving or allowing people to take advantage of her. She's pretty ordinary, your typical girl-next-door. She likes to watch movies, eat pizza, and go on hikes with the family dog, a Golden Retriever named Stella. But thanks to her upbeat personality she's never boring to be around.

Likes: Food, watching Netflix (favourite genre: romantic comedies), baking, dogs, hiking
Dislikes: Horror movies, negativity, birds and insects (especially spiders), shopping

Ideal partner & ideal date:
Jennifer is a hopeless romantic. As a avid fan of romantic comedies, she is definitely looking for her Prince Charming. Or Princess. Her ideal partner is someone who is attentive and committed. She doesn't like being alone and can come across as clingy or even a little bit insecure, so she needs a partner who isn't too independent or distant. As the romantic that she is, she loves to celebrate relationship-related occasions such as different anniversaries (first date, first kiss, when they became official, 100 days, 1 year, 1000 days, Valentine's Day, etc etc). While she loves to get cosy under a blanket and binge watch Netflix, she is not a home body and enjoys going on fun dates such as amusement parks, hikes, boat rides, the movies or bowling. Bonus points if it's initiated and planned by her partner - she is not a great planner herself and takes a more spontaneous approach when she's in charge. Going to the same old restaurang on the weekly 'date night' is not something for her.

Biography:
Jennifer grew up in a small town in the Mid-West in a loving home. Her family consists of her mom and dad, two older brothers and a Golden Retriever. After high school she decided to go on a backpacking trip to south and central Europe before she returned to America. While she loves everything about the small time life, from the close-knit community to family fairs and beautiful scenery, she decided that she wanted to try something new so for college she relocated to a bigger city. It was quite a change for her and while she misses her family dearly, she is definitely enjoying the hustle and bustle of the city. And after all, her newfound independence will probably do her good. [/div][/div] [div class=vesuSmallContainer] [div class=vesuImageTwo][/div] [div class=vesuSmallOoc] [div class=vesuName]JENNIFER OLIVIA BROWN[/div]

[div class=vesuOocOutside] While Jennifer's family originates from France she does not speak any French.

[div class=vesuInfoContainer] [div class=vesuInfo]FEMALE[/div] [div class=vesuInfo]21[/div] [div class=vesuInfo]BISEXUAL[/div] [/div] [/div][/div][/div][/div][/div]

credit to Vesuvius

[class=vesuContainer]color:#555;width:100%;max-width:700px;min-width:250px;display:flex;flex-wrap:wrap;margin:auto;padding:25px;background: url(https://www.toptal.com/designers/subtlepatterns/patterns/sayagata-400px.png);padding:25px[/class] [class=vesuLeft]width:150px;flex-grow:1[/class] [class=vesuLargeOut]background: url(https://i.imgur.com/FSm6pAr.png);border-top:10px solid #555[/class] [class=vesuLargeWord]padding:50px;font-size:30px;color:white;text-align:left;font-weight:70;margin:auto;position:relative;left:-40px;[/class] [class=vesuImageOut]padding:25%;background-color:#10405b[/class] [class=vesuImage]width:100px;height: 100px; background: url(https://i.imgur.com/spCXRhD.gif);margin:auto;border:5px solid #fff[/class][class=vesuRight]width:200px;flex-grow:5;padding:25px;[/class] [class=vesuText]Text-align:justify;padding:20px;background:#fff;height:450px;overflow:hidden;font-size:10px;font-family:Roboto;font-color:#555[/class] [class=vesuScroll]width:calc(100% + 0px);height:100%;overflow:auto;padding-right:100px;[/class][class=vesuSmallContainer]margin-top:10px;display:flex[/class] [class=vesuImageTwo]width:100px;height:100px;border:5px solid white;background: url(https://i.imgur.com/5Ehqj9h.png)[/class] [class=vesuSmallOoc]width:100px;flex-grow:1;margin-left:10px[/class] [class=vesuName]width:auto;padding:10px;font-size:15px;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:700;color:#555;background:white[/class] [class=vesuOocOutside]margin-top:10px;width:50%;height:40px;overflow:hidden;padding:10px;text-transform:none;text-align:justify;background:white;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:0px;[/class] [class=vesuOocScroll]width100% + 17px);height:40px;overflow:auto;padding-right:100px[/class] [class=vesuInfoContainer]width:100px;margin-top:7px;margin-left:10px;flex-grow:2;[/class] [class=vesuInfo]padding:3px;letter-spacing:2px;font-size:10px;background:#fff;text-align:center;margin-top:1px[/class]
Writing sample under spoiler

Spoiler

Keegan didn’t do rain. For someone who used an all-in-one shower gel, shampoo, and conditioner all over his body and whose preferred method of drying himself was using a towel that also doubled as a bath mat, Keegan was very particular about his appearance. And especially his hair. While the thick, black locks might seem spontaneously swept to the side, they had been carefully arranged in the morning by a very non-scientific method; i.e. by repeatedly showing fingers through his hair until he had achieved the desired effect. So when Keegan stepped out from the car and was hit by a large rain drop, his expression turned as dark as the clouds above his head.


Quickly he put up the hood of the light grey hoodie he was wearing, swung his black duffel bag over his right shoulder and joined the stream of students heading towards the gymnasium. A head taller than most of the students surrounding him, he ploughed through the crowd, barking ”move!” at those ahead who were moving too slow for his liking, and hitting the odd freshman with his bag in the process.


At last Keegan reached the familiar building, unscathed except for the wet spots on his hoodie where he had been hit by the falling raindrops. He put down the hood as he looked out over the crowded hall. Rows of metal chairs - some straighter than others - stretched from one side of the room to the other, facing a stage in the back of the room. As he was searching for a familiar face, his stomach dropped, and it was with mixed emotions that Keegan started navigating through the room in search of an empty chair.


This was going to be Keegan’s last year at the school. Becoming a senior was something that he had looked forward to for a long time, but him moving up a grade meant that his friends, and pretty much all of them at that, had graduated. Although the realisation was sad, Keegan wasn’t too affected by it. He had no doubts that he would find a new crowd to hang with, and maybe he might even become a subject of admiration for the first-years in the sports and recreation department. With that pleasing thought fresh in his mind, he sat down on a chair in the sea of students just as the principle launched his welcome speech with a shout.

 

[soular]

NAME tobias lesley rinehart

NICKNAME toby

AGE twenty

DOB december fourth

TOBY RINEHART​

APPEARANCE

GENERAL If one were to sum up Toby using only one word it would be petite. He is definitely on the smaller side, with thin limbs and muscles that refuse to grow no matter how much he works out. His legs are disproportionately long, which makes him hate wearing shorts. He is very skinny, and his ribs are faintly visible. None of this bothers Toby much, as he isn't one who bothers much with trying to appear "manly".

His face is fairly feminine, mostly due to his delicate features. His nose is a bit on the long side and sits not too far above a pair of thin, pink lips. His blonde, curly hair always looks perfectly tousled even on days when he doesn't bother with it. His eyes are a penetrative hazel that seem to look directly into your core when he actually bothers with prolonged eye contact. He smiles a lot, showing off his dimples and straight white teeth he got from 4 years of braces.
HEIGHT: 5'10
WEIGHT: 155 lbs
STYLE: Toby wears mostly casual attire. You will rarely catch him in shorts and he has a large array of weird hats and even weirder belts. He likes to keep in touch with fashion trends but usually falls short of emulating them.

PERSONA

GENERAL Toby is a very loud person, who can usually be found on one end of an argument casually sparring with an adversary. He isn't one for beating around the bush and aims to keep things truthful... Or at least his version of the truth. This leads to him hurting many people's feelings because of not really paying much attention to social cues and pushing debates too far. He can also be very intolerant of other people's ideas if they rely on emotions rather than data and facts. Stubborn wouldn't be the right word to describe him, but he certainly isn't immediately ready to hear other people's ideas.

Despite being quite annoying when arguing, Toby can be charismatic when the mood calls for it. He has a solid sense of humor and often finds himself being the designated tension breaker or comic relief. He isn't exactly the "romantic" type, but being an energetic person his love life is always pretty exciting. Until he gets bored of course, which is part of the reason why he decided to join the program. His mind is always hopping from idea to idea. Though he is quite creative, he never really sees his ideas out to the finish.

IN-DEPTH

IDEAL PARTNER:​

Toby's ideal match is someone who isn't sensitive. His past partners have been run off by his brutal honesty. Even better would be someone who could put him in his place as well. He craves someone who is an intellectual and likes to verbally spar as much as he does. An exciting person comes to mind, but not someone who is reckless about it. Other than these factors, Toby is not very picky about who he wants to date.​

IDEAL DATE:​

Something fun, something teasing with the idea of danger. Toby has always wanted to go skydiving and if he could have the perfect date then that's what it would be. Something more realistic, however, would be a trip to the nearest haunted house. No, not the fake ones made for cheap thrills. A true house with a twisted background and trapped spirits. Road trip anyone?​

LIKES:​

Nature​

Guinea Pigs​

Horror Films​

Chocolate​

Sword fights​

DISLIKES:​

Things that damage the environment​

Eating meat​

Ferris Wheels​

Shorts​

Orange (both the color and fruit)​

HABITS:​

Bites his nails​

Interrupts people to input his idea​

Laughs when nervous​

Has headphones in 90% of the time whether something is playing or not​

FEARS:​

Aliens​

Small spaces​

Being alone forever​

HOBBIES:​

Arguing​

Thrill Seeking​

Photography​

​

​

BIOGRAPHY

HISTORY:
Being the middle child in a family of 5 children, Toby was never used to being the center of attention. It wasn't that his parents meant to overlook him, but given there was just always something more important than him going on. Not that that bothered him much. In his younger years, he kept to himself anyway. He didn't fit in with his two older sisters, and his younger brothers were closer in age than they were to Toby so he was pretty much a loner. Through elementary school he kept his head down, being social enough to not be bullied and pushed around, but never really making the effort to create a large friend group.

With middle school came the awkwardness of puberty and the desperate need to fit in. Toby was tired of being a wallflower, he wanted to be liked and cool. He wasn't shy at all, so once he began to open up he realized how awesome it was to actually have friends and people who wanted to be around him. However, his middle school was extremely “cliquey” and his friend group often clashed with another that had more popular kids. It was here that he discovered his love for arguing. He spent many days in the principal’s office because of starting fights. They were never physical, but Toby didn’t seem to know when to stop, even if the other person was red in the face and screaming at him.

In high school, Toby got involved in his school’s speech and debate team. His teachers actually suggested it to him because they were sick of him starting arguments in the middle of their classes. The young man proved to be very talented at the art of debate, and lead his team to a national victory in his senior year. Funnily enough, his topic of debate surrounded environmental issues. Though for competition sake he had to argue for and against more legislation to protect the environment, he found himself learning a lot and developing a passion for mother earth. When Toby went off to college, he decided to major in Environmental Science and become a vegetarian.

He’s been vegetarian for nearly 3 years now.

Spoiler: writing sample

Harrison was enjoying a rare moment of calm at the end of a week that had been one of his most hectic yet. They just finished wrapping up filming for the latest movie he was apart of, and while his coworkers were currently partying to celebrate, Harrison decided it would be best to go back home. Wherever home was now. He couldn't stay in his hometown anymore as there were far too many fans there. It wasn't that he didn't love them, he just needed to rest. The dark circles under his eyes said as much. Instead of sleeping now, though, he sat quietly at his cafe table staring into his mug of coffee as it still spun from him stirring it a few seconds ago.

The hood of his navy blue hoodie was pulled over his head, the most disguise he could manage at the moment. There was nothing he despised more than wearing sunglasses indoors, so no matter how often his manager suggested it there was no chance he'd ever oblige. A few more moments passed before an annoyed sigh finally escaped his tensely drawn lips. The waiter said that they'd be right back with more creamer, but they seemed to have disappeared behind the counter doing who knows what. With an exaggerated groan, Harrison stretched as he stood and then made his way over to the cashier station where there wasn't much of a line.

He hadn't been paying much attention, but he realized that he probably should've been when he collided directly with a woman.

"No picture today, please," he said out of habit. Normally when he bumped into someone, it was a fan or some press member who got to close while following him. Needless to say, Harrison was terrible at paying attention to where he was walking. Lately, he'd gotten used to bodyguards or his manager clearing the way for him, but since filming was finished Harrison was on his own.

He finally managed to offer the woman before him a glance, his eyes widening in shock when he'd realized what happened. The woman's front was currently drenched in whatever beverage she happened to be carrying. Immediately his hands went to his pockets, searching for his wallet.

"I can give you some cash to take that to a dry cleaner. I'm sorry." Except, he didn't sound sorry at all. He sounded a lot more annoyed that he'd been inconvenienced.

RELATIONSHIPS
tbd​

GENDER cisgender male

S.O pansexual

POB st. paul, minnesota

MBTI entp-a (the debator)

coded by: mothmeat

 

[Satan]

[ Violet Winters CS holding place ]

 

[koala]

soren

• write
• sing
• repeat

basic info.

name. . . Soren Chitanu Nystrom
nickname. . . N/A
age. . . 23
gender. . . Male
orientation. . . Biromantic Demisexual
pob. . . Philadelphia, PA
dob. . . July 15th

height. . . 6'2
weight. . . 175 lbs
hair. . . dark brown, wavy unless flat-ironed
eyes. . . sky blue with green tints
physique. . . well-toned, slightly broader shoulders
style. . . Comfortable yet urban. Soren has a Californian-Tumblr vibe to him and he's all about layers. He'll often wear black-rimmed glasses when he's not wearing contacts.

ideal partner

With Soren being simple yet complex, only someone very specific is capable handling him. A person, man or woman, must be open to his ideas and aspirations while firmly stating his or her opinions in a just manner. He has a natural tendency to flock around those that appear delicate, however, both dependence and independence are qualities he looks for. People that can see through his mysterious, push-and-pull behavior are also noteworthy and he feels great appreciation towards those that don't take his disinterested facade to heart.

ideal date

An ideal date is difficult to describe. Soren isn't the type that prefers one thing over the other. If he were to pinpoint something that described his dates, it'd be they were "comfortable". Whether it was a movie, dinner, or an adventurous date beyond, they were all comfortable and easy-going at the end. All he wants is for both he and his date to at least enjoy the moment, regardless of the outcome. Naturally, however, he'd enjoy something more down-to-earth, like a stroll through a park or chatting under the night sky.

personality pt. i

likes. . . cooking, swimming, driving, exercise, courtesy, cultural experiences, frozen cherries and grapes, cafes, vanilla, italian food, animals, the color purple, cheese, sea food, traveling, singing, songwriting, instruments (especially guitar, piano, trumpet, and saxophone)

dislikes. . . nosiness, chocolate, sad films, lone elders, the sound of chitin crunching, crying, complainers, disrespect, haunted houses, paranormality, bad cartoon remakes like teen titan go!, bananas, bread budding, almonds

habits/quirks. . . leaning on his arm, napping anywhere and everywhere, humming, eating ice, working out at dawn

hobbies. . . swimming, morning jogs, hiking, volunteering at hospitals, cooking, making video diaries

personality pt. ii

mbti. . . ISFP (The Adventurer)

The first word that people often use to describe Soren is “kind”. He's a very down-to-earth individual that tends to put the needs of others in place of his own even though he may not realize it. However, his kindness is something that can be overlooked due to his nonchalant and carefree character. There are many occasions where he’ll come off as disinterested in other people’s affairs due to his peculiar word choice and that can frustrate or confuse the people he’s talking to.

Mysterious yet endearing is another way to describe the man. He’s the type to tease by never giving a straight answer while leading a person towards something else entirely. His actions often contradict his words and behavior, like when he says he doesn’t want to eat something that was made for him but the person who made the dish wakes up to all of it gone. Of course, he is both a hard-to-get and a push-and-pull guy, but those that make it passed his facade are often surprised by how open he really is.

Soren is actually a very adventurous person who loves to learn about other people, places, and things. Music and travel are two things he cherishes due to the emotional link between them. His expressions often show a childlike innocence when talking about the two and the laughter that follows can be quite enchanting. Of all things about Soren, this is the one side of him that people can get to know without much difficulty.

When Soren cares and loves, he does it with all of his heart. That person is first in his eyes and he will do anything to make him or her happy while maintaining appropriate boundaries. He can be protective when protection is needed, but he could also be a punching bag when stress needs to be released. Because he’s capable of seeing through people emotions, not many things can really hurt him. This intutive side of him doesn’t stop him from being the tease he is, however. His jokes are simply more endearing rather than conniving.

background info.

Soren was born in Philadelphia to two young adults who couldn't have been more in love. His loud cries filled the delivery room as people gathered around the bundle of joy. Relatives from both Moldova and Sweden flew thousands of miles just to see the new addition to the multicultural family, and it was his birth that solidified the union between Christer Nystrom and Shaiha Chitanu.

He grew up in a well-off family, considering both parents were able to afford four years of studying abroad. His father studied architecture while his mother was a raving fashion enthusiasts. Their hard work and collective nature provided the security and love that Soren needed to thrive. Intellectually, he was on the same level as his peers, however, the one thing that distinguished himself from the rest was his love for music. The boy showed an adept in the musical arts at a very young age, and that love only grew as time went on.

By the time Soren was a high school freshman, he'd already produced amateur songs that he'd occasionally sell for a profit. However, he knew he needed to further his skills by attending university. He then attended a school field trip to Penn State University during his junior year where he inevitably met whom he deemed his first love.

As the field group entered the elevator, he was shoved to the back with a rather petite girl. She had hair the color of midnight and brown, doe-like eyes. It came as a surprise to him because he'd never seen her at school, which said a lot since he was a rather popular guy. The first words they spoke to each other were about the husky-looking tour guide and the terrible elevator music, and the rest was history.

The fall semester of his sophomore year in college was the worst time period to date. The love of his life fell victim to an illness she'd fought for years, leaving him alone and lost. His parents suggested he take a GAP year to focus on himself and his music, but instead he decided to travel the seven continents as a way of soul searching. During his year break, he volunteered and learned about things he'd never have understood if he hadn't immersed himself in it. It really was a life-changing experience for him, and the people he met, the things he saw, and the things he learned gave him the peace of mind to finally move on. Even if it was just a little bit.

Soren finally returned to school at age 21 and continued his passion for music. There were many times where he tried to date or his friends set him up on dates, however, not many of them made it to the second meeting. His facade of disinterest was quite discouraging for most, but it was especially frustrating for his best friend Jordy.

Towards the end of Soren's senior year, Jordy had informed the guy of a program his Californian university was doing. It sounded insane and he was surprised it even got IRB approval, but it was convincing enough to try. The 23 year old hesitantly signed up for the program with no expectations, however, he secretly asked himself if the program was his last step to moving on.

miscellaneous

voice. . . His voice claim is Matthew Brue from MISSIO. Right now Soren's personal music style can be described as a mixture of dark/cinematic pop, ballad, with occasional electric and jazz influences. However, due to his music production major he is skilled in most other types excluding country, heavy metal, and genres that involve major distortion of the voice.

medium. . . His mediums of choice are his electric guitar and electric piano. They're easy to carry around so he'll most likely bring them along with him to California.

major. . . Music Production & Management

pets. . . He still has the chinchilla that he got Lyra on her 19th birthday, and his friend will be caring for it during his time with Redamancy. Soren also has a Shiba Inu that has remained at his parents' house.

language. . . Soren can understand and speak some Swedish and Romanian, but don't ask him to be a translator. He's surprisingly more prominent in Chinese since that was his language of choice in university.

writing sample

"Are you sure this is okay?" Soren asked as he assisted his girlfriend down the street, one arm firmly around her shoulders and the other on standby. His eyes were filled with worry as they flickered from Lyra to what was ahead of them and then back. He understood wanting to see him, however, he couldn't understand why she would rather spend the morning with him rather than her parents. "Shouldn't you be spending the rest of this time with your family?"

A hoarse, once melodic and warm, laugh left Lyra's frosted lips, a fit of unattractive coughs following thereafter. Soren immediately stopped in his tracks to make sure the woman was okay and wiped her mouth gently with his sleeve. She initially tried to resist his efforts, to which he responded jokingly, "Stop trying to act cute and let me be a loving boyfriend."

After readjusting themselves, they began the journey down wintery State College once more. Soren walked with caution and as if his heart were dragging against the icy pavement. He probably counted to the number 100 a million times as if that helped time slow down. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before they reached their university's highest building. The night guard on duty kept the promise he made with Soren earlier and let the couple inside in order to take the elevator. The same, cringe-worthy elevator music that played when they first met was playing that night, and Soren chuckled almost remorsefully. "Ah, the memories," he said as he felt Lyra's body shake from laughter next to him.

The loud ding alerted them of their arrival to the top floor. They both got out and strolled over to the steps that would bring them to the rooftop, a look of worry returning to Soren's face. He offered to carry her up, but the woman only shook her head and made a snarky comment about how she was a strong woman that didn't need to be babied. Smiling at the nostalgic remark, he allowed Lyra to walk ahead of him as he carefully trudged after her.

A gust of wind sent a chill down his spine as the door swung open, prompting a cloud of breath to nearly blind him. He carefully followed the raven-haired girl to a familiar bench and sat down while successfully wooing the girl into cuddling with him. Lyra's head fell onto his shoulder as one of her hands slipped through his arm to hold his. Soren hummed a familiar tune as he looked at his phone for the time. "Fifteen minutes until sunrise." He said as he let out a sigh. "Are you positive you don't want to wait inside?"

Lyra shook her head against his shoulder and he knew better than to defy the girl. Instead he simply sang and made conversation whenever it got too quiet. However, every minute that passed made his heart ache more. Tears froze in place as he tried not to let them fall and his voice would crack every now and then. He knew Lyra could sense the pain and heartbreak radiating from him, one of the few things he didn't like about her some times. The woman was far too empathetic and in touch with the emotions of others.

"Don't cry, Ren." Lyra sighed as a tint of dark purple erupted from the horizon. "We both knew what was coming and we both decided to love and support each other until the very end.” She paused to take a long, deep breath. “It's not the end, though. I'll be with you every step of the way. I will love and support you even after you've found someone else to love and support."

"No.. I could never.." Soren choked as he tried not to crack.

"Yes, you will." She replied with a small smile. "You will because I'm telling you to continuing loving and supporting. I want someone else to feel the love, the warmth, the care, and even the stress," Lyra laughed softly, "that you gave me. I want others to experience the love rollercoaster that you, Soren Chitanu Nystrom, took me on."

Soren was about to speak but there was nothing he could say other than "I love you."

"I love you too." Lyra responded sincerely, her voice noticeably softer and weaker

Her body let out one final breath, the corners of her lips curling upwards as the sun began to rise. "Don't be sad for too long, okay.. and please.. be happy.." she whispered weakly as Soren tore his gaze away from her tear-streaked cheeks. At last her hand went limp in his, and the only thing Soren could manage was a forced smile as tears fell onto their interlocked fingers.

When he finally looked down, Lyra’s face shined like a fine pair of jewels. Her pale skin sparkled against the sunlight and her tears had frozen into her eyelashes like tiny diamonds. His smile twitched as he caressed her warm cheek gently.

"I will." He whispered as he planted two final kisses on her closed eyes.

 

[diablita]

wip dallas aibekov

dallas aibekov

​

this is filler text whoops but feel free to read because some secrets are here.​

​

 

[soular]

NAME niccolo michele bianchi

NICKNAME nico

AGE twenty

DOB april 17

NICO BIANCHI​

APPEARANCE

GENERAL Nico is built with a fairly rectangular shaped body. He is a bit toned, the muscle definition coming from years of helping out in his grandfather's auto shop. His height is often undermined by his awful habit of slouching. Terrible posture, in general, is a great way to spot the young man in public, as he always has his head down and his shoulder hunched over.

His hair is a dark brown that he thinks matches fairly well with his olive skin and grayish green eye color. His lips are almost permanently in a pensive frown, and his eyes staring off into the distance. Keeping his hair quite short usually, Nico doesn't normally worry too much about styling it aside from brushing it every morning and keeping it cut shorter on the sides than on the top.
HEIGHT: 6'
WEIGHT: 175 lbs
STYLE: Nico's clothing is a bit more proper than the average person of his age. He prefers button downs and polos to t-shirts and sweaters. His wardrobe mostly consists of neutral colors, and he does not like to wear anything that would cause him to stick out from a crowd.

PERSONA

GENERAL Nico's grandmother always called him a creative soul, meaning he had a knack for seeing the beauty in everything around him. He harnesses this beauty, turning it into poetry and melodies that litter the pages of many notebooks that he's filled over the years. With this comes a certain level of sensitivity, and he's very good at knowing when someone is upset even if they are trying to hide it for whatever reason. However, due to his crippling shyness, it is not very likely that he'll call them out and try to cheer them up. He'd much rather soak things up from the sidelines than get directly involved in situations.

As an overly optimistic person, it isn't uncommon for Nico to get his hopes crushed. He is also quite gullible, falling for things that most people wouldn't. Most people would find him to be even a little stupid, but Nico finds inner beauty to be far more important than intelligence anyways. His bad habit of not being focused on what is happening around him certainly doesn't make him seem any smarter.

IN-DEPTH

IDEAL PARTNER:​

Someone who is kind, caring, and patient is the best fit for someone like Nico. He also values people who are comfortable just being themselves and don't change just to fit in. As a gentle soul, Nico wouldn't mesh well with someone who was harsh or brutally honest. A great bonus would be someone who was apt to looking at the beauty of the world as much as he is.​

IDEAL DATE:​

For a date, Nico would like something that was fairly low key and calm. What comes to mind is a nice picnic on a sunny day in the park where they can just eat and enjoy the nature around them. If they were interested in art, he'd love to take them to an art museum to admire all the pieces around them. He isn't really picky about the exact details of his ideal date, but if it was something quiet and relaxed, he would be happy about it.​

LIKES:​

Dogs​

Art Museums​

Cupcakes​

Bowling (for some reason he's great at it)​

Sour Candy​

DISLIKES:​

Ice Cream​

Conflict​

Roller coasters​

The Dark​

Pop Music​

HABITS:​

Wears his hats down low so that they nearly cover his eyebrows​

Stops talking mid thought​

Crosses his fingers for good luck​

Drums his fingers on flat surfaces​

FEARS:​

Any bird duck sized or bigger​

Heights​

Suddenly losing someone close to him​

HOBBIES:​

Poetry​

Thrift Shopping (for items not clothing)​

​

BIOGRAPHY

HISTORY:
Nico grew up in a small town outside of Verona with his grandparents. The three of them developed a close bond, and his grandparents basically became his parental figures. His mother was in the picture, but she was never truly around much. Nico never received a straight answer for this, but he does not harbor any grudges towards her. In his view (perhaps he is being overly optimistic about the situation), she made his grandparents raise him because they were better parents than she could have ever been. He was grateful at sometimes because, despite their old age, they raised him with as much love as they could muster.

When Nico grew old enough to help around with chores, his Grandfather allowed him to follow him to work. He learned how to fix cars and by the time he reached his teenage years he was working in the shop almost every day. Admittedly, he didn't really like doing this. However, he mustered fake enthusiasm every day because the shop was located in Verona. The beauty of the city is what cultivated his appreciation of beauty in the world. So the days he had to go in to work he would leave early and come back late to explore.

Once Nico finished up with school, his grandparents sat him down and told him about a fantastic opportunity to go to an art school in the United States. Although initially, he was hesitant about leaving them and going so far away he realized that it would be a great way to develop his interest in art. So he packed up his things and headed to New York to begin the next chapter in his life.

He discovered the Redamancy Program while trolling around on the internet, and being near finishing his second year in the US, he thought it would a good way to find his true match. He'd been trying at school, but his shyness was making it nearly impossible. At least this program would do half the work for him.

Spoiler: writing sample

Harrison was enjoying a rare moment of calm at the end of a week that had been one of his most hectic yet. They just finished wrapping up filming for the latest movie he was apart of, and while his coworkers were currently partying to celebrate, Harrison decided it would be best to go back home. Wherever home was now. He couldn't stay in his hometown anymore as there were far too many fans there. It wasn't that he didn't love them, he just needed to rest. The dark circles under his eyes said as much. Instead of sleeping now, though, he sat quietly at his cafe table staring into his mug of coffee as it still spun from him stirring it a few seconds ago.

The hood of his navy blue hoodie was pulled over his head, the most disguise he could manage at the moment. There was nothing he despised more than wearing sunglasses indoors, so no matter how often his manager suggested it there was no chance he'd ever oblige. A few more moments passed before an annoyed sigh finally escaped his tensely drawn lips. The waiter said that they'd be right back with more creamer, but they seemed to have disappeared behind the counter doing who knows what. With an exaggerated groan, Harrison stretched as he stood and then made his way over to the cashier station where there wasn't much of a line.

He hadn't been paying much attention, but he realized that he probably should've been when he collided directly with a woman.

"No picture today, please," he said out of habit. Normally when he bumped into someone, it was a fan or some press member who got to close while following him. Needless to say, Harrison was terrible at paying attention to where he was walking. Lately, he'd gotten used to bodyguards or his manager clearing the way for him, but since filming was finished Harrison was on his own.

He finally managed to offer the woman before him a glance, his eyes widening in shock when he'd realized what happened. The woman's front was currently drenched in whatever beverage she happened to be carrying. Immediately his hands went to his pockets, searching for his wallet.

"I can give you some cash to take that to a dry cleaner. I'm sorry." Except, he didn't sound sorry at all. He sounded a lot more annoyed that he'd been inconvenienced.

RELATIONSHIPS
tbd​

GENDER cisgender male

S.O pansexual

POB verona, italy

MBTI infp (the artist)

coded by: mothmeat

 

[MahoganyLeaf]

Completed and re-edited

​

Image / Basic

Full Name: Sylvie Noa Augustin​

Nickname:
Silver / Rosebud / Dollface​

Age: 23​

Gender: Female​

Sexuality: Heterosexual​

P.O.B: Montreal, Quebec, Canada​

D.O.B: 7th January​

Height: 5'5​

Weight: 128 lbs

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Dark brown​

Body Shape: Slim hourglass​

Body Modifications: Iris flower tattooed on her right hand, inner wrist

Spoiler

​

Clothing Style:
Outdoors: Soft pastels and earth tones, floral dresses, maxi skirts and over-sized cardigans, Flowery earrings and jewelry, Big straw hats.
Indoors: Comfortable pajamas and fluffy bathrobes.​

​

Personal

MBTI: ISFJ​

Likes:
-Dressing up in comfortable soft clothing and hiding under her blankets with books
-Gardening and nurturing flowers at home
-Observing traditional paintings
-Relaxing activities either indoors or outdoors
- Yoga and meditation
-Ladybugs and butterflies

Dislikes:
-Arrogance
-Ignorance
-Neon colors
-Loudness
-Impulsive behavior and impatience
-Attracting attention
-Being treated as helpless
-Spiders
-Cancer profiteers

Habits:
-Talking to herself when she thinks she's alone
-Hair fiddling (Oh, how she hates it)
-Accidently eavesdropping people
-Cheek biting

Hobbies:
-Gardening
-Studying philosophy and psychology
-Water painting and coloring books for relaxation
-Practicing herbalism
-Flower pressing
-Reading and reading and reading​

Personality:​

Sylvie was commonly said to be a well-mannered soft-spoken young lady by the customers from her previous job at a flower shop, while her family and friends would describe her as a walking encyclopedia in the matters of flowers, plants, and everything green.
Her abnormal choice of wardrobe can sometimes evoke the impression of her having a childish and immature mindset, which couldn't be far more than wrong.
In fact, Sylvie is seen to possess a calm and serene demeanor, yet a headstrong go-getter, combined with the optimistic belief that every single hardship can be endured with the help of a big bucket of patience and faith.

Her sensible and mature mentality makes her known to be a great adviser and listener, although her caring empathetic nature can by some, be judged as a weakness. Despite suffering from physical fragility, Sylvie is not one to readily give in under hardships, many thanks to her tough mentality and willpower.
On the downside, her level of stubbornness can carry her completely over and cause her to accidentally overexert herself and be put in great physical stress as well as mental. Sylvie is far too rigid and uptight in certain situations, examples include- difficulty improvising, unadaptable to big changes, prefers structure over chaos and will not tolerate a messy workspace. She'll follow strict routines until the end or it may drive her crazy. A real perfectionist for sure.
Her self-critical trait makes her quick to find faults within herself, but what truly saddens her is her blind assumption that her poor level of performance makes her inadequate and prevents her from achieving potentials and goals.
Sylvie is a pragmatic type of person, finding great importance in utilizing free time so that time doesn't go to waste, she is also particularly skilled with her hands and outstandingly quick to memorize information.
Lastly, her humor is quite unique and Sylvie in the past had done an impressively good job of surprising her close ones with the skills of smooth-talking and persuasion.

​

History

Biography:
Sylvie lived peacefully with her loving parents as a single child and received the wonderful opportunity of becoming the big sister of two tiny twin siblings just four years after her own birth.
Things went great and easy until the age of nine when young Sylvie had been diagnosed with Childhood Leukemia, experiencing severe symptoms of fatigue, weight loss, easy bruising and more. By treating it, the girl was placed in chemotherapy, leaving her in a very weakened state. During her hospitalization, Sylvie befriended the staff and even joined a cancer support group by the will of her parents- And thankfully found good companionship with some few of the young cancer patients at her age.
She became especially great friends with a younger girl named Sofia, as they felt like they understood each other very well.
Years later somewhere in early puberty, Sylvie was declared to be cured of cancer, but the side effects from the chemotherapy had done long-term damage upon her body and the doctors had warned about the risk of developing secondary cancer during adulthood.
Woefully, her friend didn't make it out alive. Sofia died from drug overdose and ended up with literally no immune system left. She left the world a year before Sylvie's recovery.

Her traumatic experiences had taken its toll, but on a more or less brighter side- Helped strengthening her character and led her to mentally mature faster than her peers.
School life was...difficult. Her cognitive functioning was noticeably impaired after the effects of the drugs.
Years of persistent practice and training, however, had truly miraculously improved everything back to normal.
Her dream was to pursue her career as a herbalist and search for alternative treatments straight from nature, hell-bent on creating natural medicine to fight against cancer. Or at least prevent it from forming in the first place. Inspire people to choose a healthier lifestyle and diet: Inspire hope and help them cope.
Researching further and further, she'd come with the conclusion that pharmaceutical industries were hiding so much from the civilians, profiting from their naivety and dependency, leading them to believe that cancer could not be prevented and only be cured by the use of harsh drugs.
Alternative medicine did exist. despite some disbelievers. However, whether they actually worked or how effectively they could ward off cancerous cells- She needed to know. Did they bring side effects as well? Possibly. Perhaps with fewer risks maybe. She didn't know but had to find out.
If she could be saved a second time...

Moving on.
She was nineteen.
A friend of her mother's offered her a part-time job at her recently opened flower shop, an offer she couldn't refuse. It happened to be situated right next to a tattoo shop, whose owner she would soon come to grow very fond of.
A talented young man in his early twenties, a few years older than Sylvie. Arms noticeably covered with beautifully drawn tattoos, muscular and well-built. His greatest assets were his warm smile and aura of charm.
The two befriended each other as Sylvie would every so often bring the tattooist droopy leftover flowers, and in exchange, he would grant her a free tattoo as his thanks. Eventually, as they grew closer Sylvie took up upon his offer and got herself a tattoo on her wrist, picturing two beautiful irises- Symbolising hope, faith, and wisdom.
Love was in the air. They'd fallen in love.
Everything went sweet and smooth between them for a long while. But unfortunately, like many, took a wrong turn in the end.
Sylvie had proposed to him on several occasions, but each time was she turned down, listening to different excuses. But even so.
Choosing to give him the benefit of the doubt, she waited patiently.
Rumours spread about, He began seeing another woman.
She confronted him immediately after discovering the news.
Her approach was not to react in anger or lash out at him. Nor to directly accuse him of any wrongdoings without having gathered enough proof.
Her inquiries were gentle yet direct. Successfully encouraging him to confess the truth.
A simple "Yes." came as the answer.
He'd fallen greatly in love with this woman, but his feelings for Sylvie had not died either and was even so still present. He was not one to usually be this indecisive, she'd thought.
Initially shocked and hurt as she was, Sylvie nonetheless took the initiative herself to end their relationship. She knew she couldn't function in a polyamory relationship, and therefore did so to save them both from further pain and tension.
He objected at first, but after weeks of awkward and silent encounters, he'd ultimately agreed to let her go. Guilt-ridden as he was. Sylvie, with her head held high, tried to persuade him to confess his affair to his current lover and let the woman herself decide if she still wanted to continue their relationship or not.

It would be a lie to say it hadn't left her in a very heartbroken state afterward because it undoubtedly did.
Around a year after their break up, her mother had suggested her to join the Redamancy program which she'd heard much about, advising Sylvie to step away from all the stress of studying and make a fresh start. Find new love. Sincerely hoping it could help mend her daughter's wounds.
Sylvie, desperate for a short breather, merely went along with her mother's wish.
​

Love Life

Describe your ideal partner: ​

"Well, that's hard to decide. But I can certainly give a shot. I want someone committed, that's to be expected of course. Respectful and considerate of my needs and opinions, and in the same manner, I with his. I want to bond with my lover in every way possible. And not to be with someone who refuses to measure up to the same level of commitment as mine. I have no desire to stay with someone who doesn't see our relationship going anywhere. I want a best friend for life! One to grow up old together with and watch each other develop wrinkles, grey hair, and all that stuff, yet still be able to gaze at each other with love and compassion even after all those long years.
All that must sound too idealistic to ask for...I do realize that. That is... Unless I actually happen to find my real soulmate, just as my mother had often urged me to do- Ehehehe...But she most likely said it out of tease." Sylvie smiled out of amusement at the memories of her mother's silliness and let out a deep sigh.
"I want to stay as optimistic as I can, but to a realistic degree no doubt. I can't help but feel that even if my true love were to exist in this world, I'm probably not destined to meet him. The world is so vast. But I suppose it's too early to say? I have the rest of my life to look for him. As long as it lasts anyway."

Describe your ideal date:
"Wild fast-paced activities are a definite no go for me because of my weak condition. Which sadly means no amusement parks, skydiving and the likes for me. Yup, I know, I'm pretty much a bummer." Sylvie gave a simple shrug and smiled nonchalantly. "I would go for a romantic private dinner perhaps, the food should preferably be homemade and with love, and maybe followed by a relaxing evening walk together right after having eaten. Simple and romantic."​

Writing Sample

Writing Sample: (a sample of your most recent writing)
Just as she'd expected, It was just as dark inside the halls, as well as in the facilities and probably the residents' homes as well. Fara was worried about her poor Hero and how he was currently managing, with the fact that he couldn't see anything in the dark and was alone in his home without his owner. Hmm... He wouldn't be the type to become easily scared, would he? Considering he was a guard dog and all- Perhaps checking up on him just to make sure he doesn't bark, would be a smart idea. Might check up on Greyson and his family too while she was at it... Thanks to her luck, her battery still had half of its life left. She could get it to work for a while. She kept the flashlight fixated down on the staircases as she walked. The bright light would be guiding her way up. She made sure to be careful enough not the get the wrong footing somewhere.
Slowly, steadily. Up to floor two, walking through its hall, all the way to the next stairwell. Up to Floor three- And then she heard voices. Very, very familiar voices. Two dark silhouettes. One tall. One small. Situated on the stairs right above her. Fara rubbed her eyes and pointed her light upon the figures, recognizing her family immediately.

"Oh, you're here too?" She enquired, waving her hand, yet unsure if they could see it. Carlos, the first as always to respond to her greetings, replied by yelling; "OH, HEY AUNT FARA!!" Greyson stopped with his son and looked down to find the source of the female voice. A dorky smile formed his lips upon the sight of his little sister. "Greetings Fairy. I hope this little power outage hasn't scared you so far, hmm..? You know, you're always welcome staying with us, In case you're worried about being alone home in the dark. We've got lots of room for our most honored guest." He made it sound like a tease, but Fara knew he meant it in all seriousness and probably felt worried for her. Typical overprotective brother tendencies. Fara instead just grinned and joined his funny game. "Sure thing. I'm always ready to offer my comfort and protection for you dear brother, In case you're scared of the dark!"
She swore she heard some snort coming from either knucklehead Jr. or Sr. Perhaps both.
"Oh, no need to worry about me, I've got my trustworthy tiny knight right here to protect my back."
Carlos nodded eagerly from the sound of his new title.
"Hey! speaking of knights! We heard a woman screaming and some crashes from above. I think its a damsel in distress in need of our help! Let's go look!" Carlos pulled his father's arm and motioned for Fara to come.
Fara sighed, clearly unamused from the situation. "Screamed? It's a power outage. Unless they had had an accident due to it...Okay, I guess I'll come too...."​

​

code by @Little Cheshire Cat​

 

[MahoganyLeaf]

Completed

​

Image / Basic

Full Name: Darren Finlay

Nickname (if applicable):
Darry / Fanboy / Dashing Darren

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

P.O.B: Seattle, Washington

D.O.B: 14th March

Height: 6'4 (Proudly taller and mightier than his 'big' bro)

Weight: 176 lbs

Hair Color: Dirty Blonde

Eye Color: Grey

Body Shape: Lean

Body Modifications: None

Clothing Style:
Casual n' nerdy, Polo shirts, T-shirts with creative print designs, simple sweaters and jeans, wrist watches, Round eyeglasses
​

​

Personal

MBTI: ENFP

Likes:
-Video games
-Food (He's not a picky eater)
-Reading Comics and looking at art for inspiration
-Electronics
-Spending time with friends and family
-Coming up with story scenarios
-Drawing from real life

Dislikes:
-Narrow-mindedness
-Deadlines
-Math
-Manipulation
-Backbiting
-Lying
-Blood
-Chores

Habits:
-Misplacing things
-Staying up too late
-Excessive drinking of coffee
-Tapping feet
-Keeping his hands down his pant pockets

Hobbies:
-Making comics
-Drawing
-Cooking
-Watching animated movies
-Video games
-Animating
Programming (Not that good, but he tries)​

Personality: ​

+Enthusiastic
If he's enthusiastic about something and enjoying himself, he'll put his fullest effort and passion into making it work. ...This'll almost only apply to his hobbies and interests though. He's an otherwise quick learner and spontaneous improviser.
So if you manage to set his focus and determination upon a certain task- Good luck pulling him out of it.

+Goofy
Often described as the comic relief, Darren has a good amount of charisma and silliness, enabling him to effectively befriend people and the other way around. He's lighthearted and humorous and loves to fool around whenever he gets the chance. His comics clearly reflects his sense of humor.

+Perceptive and emotionally intelligent
His perception allows him to sense the mood of the atmosphere in a room, as well as its people. This makes him be very insightful and helps him gaining information through his senses and especially his intuition. He's a remarkable observer and people analyzer, reading them through their body language and speech patterns. Not to forget mentioning, Darren is a very laid back individual, both in control of his emotions and capabilities, well aware of how to identify them and put them to good use.

-Clumsy
His balance and coordination is poor and lower than the average and has always been. He lacks talent when it comes to sports and was almost always the last to be chosen on a team. On another note- this tall guy will frequently bump his head into stuff, knock over tableware and trip over wires and slip.

-Absentminded
Darren is prone to zone out often in thoughts and let his wild imagination and creativity carry him away- Which can be a big downfall for him whenever he's supposed to keep his focus on important matters.
Having his head in the clouds for too long will cause him to not pay enough attention towards his surroundings and thereby accidentally misplace belongings.
He can rather slow to react and displays a lot of forgetful behavior which can understandably happen to frustrate others.

-Lazy
Motivating him to do anything that doesn't involve his goals and interests, will seem futile sometimes. He is only willing to perform a boring task out of necessities that aren't optional. A bit of a couch potato too, but minus the television. He just really likes to sleep. But that's not to say he's out of shape...completely.

History

Biography:
Living with poverty was...durable. Low down the scale but not at the bottom. He had his parents and two brothers. He was the middle child of the family. He wasn't the center of the spotlight but he sure as hell made himself into one at some point.
Anyways. They shared a small cheap apartment.
Their meals were always homemade and simple and they rarely, if ever, ate out.
Saving as much money as they could, the kids didn't have much of the opportunity to buy toys or any source of entertainment.
His parents were always stressed and busy for as long as he could remember. His father, in particular, had the bad tendency to lash out at his kids- Never physically, but listening to his criticizing and complaining so often could really drive someone to the edge.
His father was unstable and moody, acting as if nothing happened right after a bad argument took place.
During Darren's teenage years, their economy was somewhat improved. His older brother, a hard worker was lucky to receive a scholarship, making everyone proud and happy for him. He became a skilled surgeon and could thereby help his family out tremendously. Their mother found herself a decent job of her own, which was a blessing compared to her past as a jobless woman.
The black sheep of the family was no other than Darren, who'd completely opposed his family's wishes and set out the career, mainly as an animator but also comic book artist/cartoonist simultaneously.
Born artistically gifted, Darren wanted to earn a living out of this natural talent of his.
His purpose was to create inspirational stories with moral themes, all in the variety of video games, comic books, animated film, and shows. He wanted to create inspiring eye-openers for society to learn from.
While having classified himself as an ambivert, he also shared most of the traits of an extrovert. This was considered quite a rarity amongst the artist community.
His passion for socializing never clashed with his passion for storytelling and visual innovations like many would've assumed. Nope. He sought to defy those notions. "You don't have to be introverted to make a great artist of yourself. The amount of socializing won't affect the quality of your art, you booger."

Darren knew his ways to attract the interests of clients and customers and his approachability really helped him sell his artworks and books and get people to invest in his projects. He was invited to events at comic book conventions and held public speeches. He loved his job. He was content and happy. Not exactly that well-paid. Like, he would still go through stress and madness here and there. Becoming a professional artist was no joke. But his sanity survived.
In meantime, his father was still angry with him. Counting him as a failure. Stating; "You're doing nothing for society with your useless stories. It won't help anyone! Bla-blub-bla-bla-blalab!"
His sentence sounded so cliché. He'd heard those sayings before. Ahem...
His dad could be a teeny bit narrow-minded sometimes. (Still gotta respect one's father)

His older brother Archie and his girlfriend were finally getting hitched. They'd been together for over four years now and Archie, at long last, was kicked enough times to muster courage and propose to her. They held their wedding ceremony and Darren was completely awestruck by the experience... Then it hit him.
Who was the next in the line to be married? Ding ding, that would be him! But he hadn't even found anyone yet? Unlike his brother, He felt as if love had never been in his favor. Or so he initially thought. Searching the web around 2 a.m. (Don't question his browser history) Out of boredom, with a bag full of chips and soda cans nearby- It hadn't been his day that day- Darren stumbled upon some interesting ads, about some weird 'Redamancy' program for young toasters like himself yearning for their true soulmate. Finding the whole idea romantic and cheesy, yet not at all convinced. It sounded far too good to be true. But oh god...That mansion was so sparkly! And its kitchen was so huge, he could cry. And he dared not let his imagination flow to the food section.
Persuaded by the pictures of luxury, he signed himself up just for the hell of it. How big were the chances of him being one of those chosen anyway? Probably veeery low.

A while later. Maybe days, maybe weeks...A message arrived in his inbox.
He got in.
His pencil fell out of his palm.
"Oh."​

Love Life

Describe your ideal partner:
"Oh! My destined partner, where art thou?
My ideal partner-Er... I mean, I don't think I can decide anything ideal..?
Unless we're talking about superheroes...
Kidding. Look, I'm not the type to hold high expectations of anyone. It tends to blind people and causes disruption between couples whenever they feel like their SO doesn't live up to their standards. That's a very unhealthy outlook on love and companionship. People change and so do i. Nothing stays the same. Couples can be all lovey-dovey in the beginning stages of their relationship and suddenly everything falls apart because their partner suddenly doesn't appear anymore attractive or intriguing to their eyes as they once were.
Which definitely are scenarios I would happily seek to avoid in my future, thank you.
Instead, I would opt for a partner who can and is willing to put up with me and accept me. Not just the 'liked' parts of me. Love me regardless of my flaws and insecurities. Love me, not because I'm perfect but because I'm perfect for them and them only. And I would be absolutely willing to reciprocate all my love to them in the same manner. Selflessness would mean so in a relationship as well. Putting each other's needs above our own.
He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, composing himself. "...Okay, that was far too much cheese than I would've preferred. CAN WE MOVE ON TO THE NEXT PLEASE?"

Describe your ideal date:​

Boy, where shall I begin..I don't know, I'm pretty much open to anything whether it's outdoor or indoor activities. As long as both I and my beloved partner are enjoying ourselves, then I'm sure it'll turn out to be an awesome date no matter what!" He grinned and corrected his glasses. " But alright, if you were looking for a more specific answer..." He paused and whispered quietly but audible enough to catch; "Anything involving food..." He tried to carry a serious tone but a chuckle escaped his lips.
"Anyhow, whoever is lucky enough to be with me will have to figure it out themselves. Muahaha!"

Writing Sample

Writing Sample:
Just as she'd expected, It was just as dark inside the halls, as well as in the facilities and probably the residents' homes as well. Fara was worried about her poor Hero and how he was currently managing, with the fact that he couldn't see anything in the dark and was alone in his home without his owner. Hmm... He wouldn't be the type to become easily scared, would he? Considering he was a guard dog and all- Perhaps checking up on him just to make sure he doesn't bark, would be a smart idea. Might check up on Greyson and his family too while she was at it... Thanks to her luck, her battery still had half of its life left. She could get it to work for a while. She kept the flashlight fixated down on the staircases as she walked. The bright light would be guiding her way up. She made sure to be careful enough not the get the wrong footing somewhere.
Slowly, steadily. Up to floor two, walking through its hall, all the way to the next stairwell. Up to Floor three- And then she heard voices. Very, very familiar voices. Two dark silhouettes. One tall. One small. Situated on the stairs right above her. Fara rubbed her eyes and pointed her light upon the figures, recognizing her family immediately.

"Oh, you're here too?" She enquired, waving her hand, yet unsure if they could see it. Carlos, the first as always to respond to her greetings, replied by yelling; "OH, HEY AUNT FARA!!" Greyson stopped with his son and looked down to find the source of the female voice. A dorky smile formed his lips upon the sight of his little sister. "Greetings Fairy. I hope this little power outage hasn't scared you so far, hmm..? You know, you're always welcome staying with us, In case you're worried about being alone home in the dark. We've got lots of room for our most honored guest." He made it sound like a tease, but Fara knew he meant it in all seriousness and probably felt worried for her. Typical overprotective brother tendencies. Fara instead just grinned and joined his funny game. "Sure thing. I'm always ready to offer my comfort and protection for you dear brother, In case you're scared of the dark!"
She swore she heard some snort coming from either knucklehead Jr. or Sr. Perhaps both.
"Oh, no need to worry about me, I've got my trustworthy tiny knight right here to protect my back."
Carlos nodded eagerly from the sound of his new title.
"Hey! speaking of knights! We heard a woman screaming and some crashes from above. I think its a damsel in distress in need of our help! Let's go look!" Carlos pulled his father's arm and motioned for Fara to come.
Fara sighed, clearly unamused from the situation. "Screamed? It's a power outage. Unless they had had an accident due to it...Okay, I guess I'll come too...."​

​

code by @Little Cheshire Cat​

 

[two]

alright the backstory & the ideals are quite messy / vague, but for now it is what it is. ask if you want to know more, might be better in explaining it some other day!

AJAX RYDER VARGAS

scroll

full name: Ajax Ryder Vargas
nickname: n/a
age: twenty two
gender: male
sexuality: bicurious
pob: murcia, spain
dob: january 28th

BASICS

PHYSICAL

height: 6'1
weight: 174lbs
hair: dark brown, but can appear to be more black in different light
eyes: change from dark brown to light brown and vica versa, also due to differences in light
body shape: toned
body mods: very light scar on his lower lip due to the lip ring he used to wear || tattoos
style: effortless yet stylish, mixed with a bith of urban. Ajax likes to wear graphic tees from skatebrands as huf, vans, santa cruz, stüssy and more. the fewer people that walk around in it, the more Ajax likes it. on the other side an all black outfit with some more fashionable brown boots is something he wouldn't mind to wear either.

PERSONAL

mbti: INTJ / INFP
in general: Laid back, calm and genuine would be the best three keywords to describe Ajax. Being in the presence twenty four seven isn't something he wants, he will choose his own moments to shine. Ajax has a comfortable vibe hanging around him which often suits his mood. Stress isn't a feeling he's familiar with and only kicks in rarely. That's probably one of the reasons why he gets along easily with people, and people with him. On top of that Ajax isn't a person to judge quickly, but rather is interested and open minded. Of course he can't deny that he never judges, every human being does it, consciously or unconsciously. The unique individuals he meets and surroundings he sees are the things that boost his mood and ambition. And now we're talking about ambition, i must note that Ajax is a perfectionist who doesn't quit until he has reached the goal like he had in mind. The path to his goals might not always be as smooth as he hopes, yet in the end it's all worth it.

Genuine and generous- Ajax knows who he is and is confident enough to be comfortable in his own skin. Yet he is absolutely not arrogant or cocky. In fact most of the time he charms people without realising. He's well aware of the fact that there will always be people that like you and people that don't, and that's totally fine. But that does not mean you don't have to treat people with respect. The thing that makes him generous is the fact that his drive to help others if he gets the chance to. Seeing people open up and noticing what they're worth, and then also getting the best out of them is another thing that makes his day. Ajax pays a lot of attention to the things that usually go by unnoticed.

With virtues always come vices, and being competitive is for sure one of Ajax'. There isn't a challenge that he will refuse, it doesn't matter whether he makes a fool out of himself or totally beats his competitor (even though that's a plus of course), he just likes the thrill and fun of it. Ajax also values his personal space. If there's a long amount of time where he can't get some personal time he will become irritated. From then on you can read the irritation of his complete posture and facial expression, his muscles are all tightened and his jaw will be clenched. Don't worry though, give him some space and after a day or so it will vanish. Ajax his perfectionism can also cause him to make no progress at all. A laborious start is common for him and takes a few days, but once he's rolling the end products are most of the time like he pictured them.

likes: cities by night, electric guitars, various music genres, snowboarding, exercise, salty popcorn, skateboarding, architecture, cooking, unique faces and individuals, game / arcade halls, designing, surfing, technology of china

dislikes: arrogance, picky eaters and even more if they keep complaining, overly sweet candy, being told what to do, group homes, long fake nails, narrow-minded people, cheese fondue

habits: frequently checks the time when stressed or nervous, collects pins, terrible when it comes to remembering birthdays, either some / the colour of his shirt or pants must match his shoes,

hobbies: boxing, surf- skate- and snowboarding, designing decks, watching documentaries about technology, cooking, playing electric guitar

IDEALS

ideal partner: An ideal partner is hard to describe with all the various types of people on the planet. Therefore Ajax doesn't like to put his type in a box, and just follows his feeling. In fact he finds it easier to point out all the things that he's not looking for. Close minded people, arrogance and attention seeking are not the characteristics that will attract him. The last thing that absolutely throws him off are the type of people that feel the need to do everything together. Independence and dependence are both qualities he's looking for, personal space is important to him. Personal space for him means a little less social communication than usual, the two can still be together but he'd rather watch a movie and just relax instead of a major social event.

ideal date: Hiking, surfing, exploring a city or any other activity that involves any type of movement are dates that he enjoys. They often easily break the ice and are quick ways to get to know more of the other person since during the moment topics to talk about come more naturally. It doesn't have to be major activities, it can also just be a game of air hockey or table football. As long as it's comfortable and easy-going for both.

BACKGROUND

background: Ajax' childhood was in a totally different environment than the environment he moved to when he was around seven years old. Murcia, located in the southeast of Spain, was a city where life mainly occurs on the streets. Partly because of the heat, doors and windows were always open and friends and family walked in on the most random times of the day. The summers got spent in the mansion on the countryside, where the days were filled with water fights by the pool, mini expedition tours in the woods and around the river nearby together with his older sister, and the endlessly long table where the entire Vargas family would gather during dinner time. Those times were also the most bright memories of his childhood in Murcia, yet everything around the summertime were only vague visuals. These are also the times Ajax misses the most when he thinks back to his time in Spain. The rest of his family is now only seen during the holidays through facetime or when they get the chance to fly over. Marzia Vargas' new job offer was the reason the four moved to Denver, Colorado. Adjusting to the American culture was rather easy for Ajax and his sister. Maybe it was because they both picked up the English language rather quickly and soon spoke it like they've never lived anywhere else. Of course their Spanish accent was still noticeable, but people rarely mentioned it.

Honolulu, a city where Ajax fell in love with the first moment he saw it, was the next stop on his journey. It reminded him of home. Only at the age of 18 did he move into a small apartment that he found by luck close to a community college. Multimedia & communication design was the study he started, acing most of the subjects which gave him the feeling that he made the right choice. Design had always been a passion of him and he spent most of his free time designing decks for skate- as well as snowboards. When he stumbled upon an empty space for rent in the middle of the city, he didn't hesitate a second. He knew that the box that was stuffed with designs under his bed would become useful one day, and that was the day. All the money he had saved got invested in the store and within a month he was all settled. It wasn't like any other skate store. Ajax wanted it to be a place where people wouldn't be afraid to walk in, despite if you were a skate- or snowboarder for years or just starting to learn. The white walls got decorated with a combination of decks and his architecture photography, sunlight would shine through the huge windows in front of the store and music would fill the room. The start was rough, but eventually Ajax started to make more money and eventually hired friends and artists to help him run the store. There was still a study to complete besides this all.

Unaware- Ajax is unaware when it comes to the kind of effect he has on some people. Just a simple glance could make one trip over their words, without him realising why the situation had taken place. The realisation only came if someone pointed it out to him, but even then he would be surprised and only slightly believe it. Dates here and there but nothing solid when it comes to love. For now, the store and school are his first priorities, and he believes that a true soulmate will find a way in his life someday. The redmancy program got suggested partly as a joke by one of his friends, and Ajax just decided to give it a shot.

witchery™

​

Spoiler: writing sample

hi

no slide

Spoiler: writing sample

no slide

​

​

​

◄​

​

"Whaddup Jay-Z, today's the day and you better get out soon because this is my room from now on."

Were the first words JJ woke up to on the last day of the, even more hectic than usual days, summer. Jay-Z was the nickname they made up for him for no reason, just sounded fun. Since JJ would be taking most of his stuff with him to his own dorm his youngest brother Cheol begged their parents for the room. At first JJ didn't really like the idea of giving his room away, but on the other side it was nice to tease him with the fact that he might hear their parents "make love" one night in the room next to him. Especially calling it make love creeped his fourteen year old brother out. "I hope mom and dad are quiet during you first night in here." JJ replied with a grin to him as he managed to throw one of his pillows at the back of his head. For some strange reason he always liked holding something in his arms, therefore the second pillow. Plus it was handy to chase people out of the room whom were disturbing his peace.

Once the tall human being finally got out of bed and realized he was on the late side, he rushed into some jeans and the first t-shirt he could find. When he came downstairs he saw that the living room was exploded into one big mess of bags, boxes and a bunch of random stuff that was there just in case. That's how it has been for the past years and will probably be even worse once his other younger brother would move out. The household Yi didn't have enough money to afford double furniture so everything had to be moved from one room to the other one. "Have you seen my black purse? The small one?" his older sister asked with a flicker of stress in her tone of voice. It was funny to see how she was the total opposite of him, she was everything but laid-back and often bad at small talk. Unless their differences the two could really well together and help each other through their struggles. "You left it under the couch the last time, to prevent that Cheol would find it." JJ replied and quickly started to eat his breakfast. During breakfast he checked his phone to see if there were any messages. He chuckled lightly as he read through the messages in the group chat. These guys never failed to make him laugh.

To group chat: idiots
JJ: you guys totally live up the name of this group chat

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." his father yelled after they said their goodbye's and it was time for him to get off to work. Every year their mother would drive them, she was a more stable factor for his older sister and honestly it didn't really matter to JJ anyway. If it calmed his sister down for a bit than that was the best option. The last boxes were loaded into the car and they were ready to go. He was finally in his last year, and almost ready to get off this school as quickly as possible. What he wanted to do next? Too many things. The ride was full of daydreams about possible future careers or activities. But for now he should focus on passing this year, which wasn't going to be that big of a problem.

It took some time, but they arrived to their final destination. "I'm going to miss you, don't pull too much shit." his mother said as she hugged her son tightly. ]"I won't I won't."JJ kissed her on her cheek and slowly let go of her. She knew he would pass this year and hoped he would be motivated after that. Even though it was just a small chance, she still hoped that he would do his best a little more so his true intelligence would show. "You know where to find me, it'll be okay." JJ said as he grabbed his sister's arm before she could walk away. A thankful smile was her return and way of saying that she appreciated it. Their ways separated for now but would come back together eventually.

JJ already noticed the group of idiots standing outside of their apartment. But this time there was someone else he hasn't seen before. He shrugged at the thought of it and walked over, probably looking like a mess already with all the boxes and bags. The first thing he did was walk past them to quickly drop all his stuff since he was barely holding it anymore. "I don't know Jae, but it seems like I rather needed escorts."JJ said with a grin as he looked over to his luggage. He walked back over to the group and greeted everyone. From up close it didn't take JJ long to link the other guy to Jae Po. "Hey, I'm JJ nice to meet you." He said with a smile. Hoping he wasn't too freaked out yet.

​

​

​

​

​

​

 

[Bhlow]

Winter-Rose Ahern​

Full Name: Winter-Rose Ahern ​

Age: 23​

Gender: Female - she/her​

Sexuality: Heterosexual​

Ethnicity: Caucasian​

Nationality: American​

Birthday: 02 April 1993​

Zodiac: Aries

Appearance

Written Appearance Winter-Rose, unlike what her name would imply, is tall and slim, her skin a fawn beige - sometimes shining with a golden hue when the sunset graces her with it's presence. She has dark shoulder length hair, that curls naturally and styles itself effortlessly into what many call beach waves, but this was only because Winter couldn't tame her wild mane - hairbrushes were useless weapons against her hair. She has dark brown eyes, sometimes more pronounced by dark circles under her eyes from a lack of sleep and freckles that guid the gaze of strangers like stars in a galaxy - freckles which she unfortunately attempts to cover up much too often. Standing at 5"6, she has an authoritative figure, with curves in all the right places - though she is much too underweight to be called "curvy" weighing a mere 49kgs.​

​

Winter's body is decorated with 5 piercings in each ear and a small snowflake tattoo on her right hip bone which hurt like a bitch when she was getting it done. She often covers up this tattoo, preferring to dress modestly - and her motto is that it's better to feel hot - in the traditional sense of the word, than look hot. She's certainly not one to suffer for fashion.​

​

Personality

MBTI INFP​

Likes Winter-Rose loves summer just as much as the smell of the icy air after it snows. She has a special love for 80s fashion, and a supreme jewellery collection ranging from heart chokers to the most subtle and elegant jewelry (though of course she never wears more than two pieces of jewellery at once because you know the rule). She loves books though these days she hardly ever has the time to read and moving out of her flat without earphones makes her feel like she lost a limb. Winter-Rose also loves (yes you guessed it) roses, and her job - working as an assistant in a flower shop; though it does get fairly chilly. In it she has learnt, men are absolutely useless in getting their girlfriends flowers. It's her hope to someday own her own flower shop and take it national with online delivery.​

Dislikes Winter hates smokers and self destructive tendencies people exhibit. She hates trashy tattoos (which she classes as large tattoos and calls "tramp stamps" that have no significance to the person. Like most people, she despises deception and lying and much prefers the cold hard truth. ​

Habits When she's stressed, Winter usually picked off the nail varnish of her fingernails - it has really lowered her nail varnish removal costs. She also takes a multitude of candid photos of people that she's around, usually picking her favourites and printing them out as Polaroids. ​

Hobbies Developing photography and Polaroids and reading classical novels. Winter hardly ever has time to participate in other recreational activities.​

Personality There is quite possibly no one as fiercely protective of others as Winter-Rose. She doesn't know why she feels the need to do it, maybe she likes to be in the middle of discourse, but whenever she sees an innocent with a predator she becomes a crusader on a mission to vanquish the threat. Therefore, even if she doesn't quote know you, her moral compass will most often step in to help the party that seems to be unfairly picked on. That's not to say she's a peacekeeper of any sort, Winter has a wild temper which flares up but in the same way that she is quick to anger, she's quick to forgive - albeit never forget. She's the type of person who will bring up something you did 60 years after you did it, immersing you in guilt for past wrong doings. Winter has a jealous streak, she easily requires attention but at the same time hates being in the center of attention, she's demanding but also understanding, she doesn't want to be committed but requires commitment - essentially she is full of contradictions and "it's complicated" isn't just a relationship status for her, it's a state of being. But to understand her you simply have to understand that she required love, something she doesn't feel deserving of even if she has it, or when she has it she wants more.​

Winter-Rose is also one of those rare people whom you'll meet and they'll tell you the truth, the cold, hard and blunt truth. If you look like shit you probably deserve to know and Winter won't bite her tongue from telling you it's the case. She's also the master of repartee, with an excellent wit which shows her intelligence, she's got a fairly ease sense of humour but she can be fairly bitter - especially in the mornings. ​

Ideal Partner Winter's ideal partner is someone who isn't afraid to show their affection. She's fairly demanding in who she wants to spend her life with, she wants someone committed on whom she can depend on without losing her independence, someone who would put her first because she doesn't do that enough herself, and who would shower her with affection and love. She's filled with romantic notions of the one true love, with have always been unfulfilled and which all her past dates have fallen short of.​

Ideal Date She imagines her ideal date as something so causal she wouldn't even realise it's a date to begin with, an event that ends on the sweet note of love and romance, it must involve food otherwise it might as well not occur - preferably junk food or street food on the dl. She believes fun is as much important as affection and chemistry, and for her it could be something as casual as going to the museum and taking pictures while they imitate famous paintings or walking past a shop and sitting down and getting waffles with icing sugar. A little competitiveness never hurt either, a game of pool or bowling fires her up just as well - and hey, you see somebody's worst side when you see their competitive side. ​

​

Background

There's no reason as to why Winter-Rose should be as bitter as she. She simply led an average life which shouldn't have imposed such a mark on her as it did. Especially as average isn't always bad, except to her. To her average is a disaster. She lived with her two parents whith whom she never felt that much of a connection with in a small apartment in sunny california, the two bedroom flat bearly containing the three large humans. They never had enough money to buy a house, nor did her parents think they required one, something that always gnawed at Winter, who was never being able to bring back friends or a boyfriend or the house would burst at full capacity. It was like an elevator that was almost exceeding the maximum weight allowed and one more would make it crash and land at the bottom of the shaft in rubble.

And so she went through life, average friends, average family, average wealth. She didn't expereince teremendous pain or sadness; so nothing made her stronger and similarly she never expereinced fullfilling happiness that made her want to live on. Having a bleak existence, okay enough educaiton meant that she wast just as content with not making friends than she was making them. That doesn't mean she was entirely alone, meet - her gay best friend Max. Like a true moment from clueless she was full on crushing on him before he came out, truly starting her down the path that was to be bad boy decisions - for all she knew it was her presence that had turned Max gay.​

Writing Sample

The purpose of any good scientist, is to obliterate the idea of God, and replace it with an image of themselves. In a past life, this image would have been of a mythical creature, which made it so much harder to disprove, after all, how can you disprove the existence of something that doesn’t exist? In Roslyn Slate’s life, this feat became much more feasible, because behind every atheist society is a God. A God made of flesh and bones, one who works in the background, wielding the power of the people and who’s power can be brought down by attacking the small chink in the armour of their ideology.

Roslyn Slate however, was not like every other scientist, and the strangest thing for her was not that she remembered her death, it was that she didn’t remember her life. But like all extraordinary circumstances, the reason for it was utterly ordinary. It was a hard concept for her to grasp to begin with, that bodies could be imperfect and damaged because she had no memory of it. Roslyn lived in a world where the only thing that affected bodies was age – and even that simply led them to cease to exist as opposed to cognitive decline and mental impairment. Bodies in her world, although they didn’t retain their youthful glow, remained fully operative until death, a step closer to Godly perfection.

The wall, or lack thereof was what had made Roslyn’s mind spin, and it was better than staring into the interview room in front of her and focusing on the interaction visible to her and the 30 or so other candidates, unable to make out the discussion. The air force where the wall began and rose up, soundproofing the room in front of her, vibrated slightly, to an untrained eye it was almost invisible and one can only imagine how many people literally walked into walls when the air forces were introduced as a part of new tomorrow. The invention was fairly new – President Swan called it a push for an open society where every wall was no wall. At least in public spaces. The trend however soon swept through the nation, it was more efficient, allowed easier modernisation of homes, adding, and removing rooms with the touch of an air force. It was things like this that reminded Roslyn how far they had become – if they were humans in their past lives, they were demi gods in this life. Thinking about the air force and its implications distracted her away from the woman sitting in the interview chair, her finger nails lightly scratching at her knees over and over again, or the way the woman seemed to fall to the side of her seat every now and then, as if she was losing balance.

“Roslyn Slate?” a sulky voice spoke above the other hushed tones, the head of the speaker poking out of the non-existent wall, as if opening it and leaning too far out would reveal national secrets to her – or worse, make him look inviting. It was a pointless thing to do anyway, the air force wall between them meant that she could see the rest of his torso behind the wall – but she heard that this type of behaviour was a habit for the others from their past life. Habits for her were a challenge to be broken, not that she had many. “One life means around 100 years less of problems” she used to be told by her mother. She hadn’t seen the woman who was in the room leave, so she blinked, in mild surprise that the interview had already concluded and it was her turn.

The face of the man who had queried her identity showed only signs of dissatisfaction as he continued speaking “Please come in. Take a seat. Make yourself comfortable”. Each phrase was punched out, as if memorised and said at least a thousand times, which was probable considering the amount of people still left in the waiting room and the fact that he had said the exact same thing in the same tone to the people before her.

“Just Rose, please” she finally spoke up after having crossed the waiting room in silence with everyone’s eyes on her. She had watched the others before her in the same way and now regretted it after knowing how it felt. The same eyes would greet her when she was to walk out, and her only hope was that she wouldn’t have the same tearful expression one of the woman before her had.

The interview room was designed in simplistic grandeur. With no composite wall opposite the door, the view to the right of where she was sitting overlooked a troublesome sea with waves turning in the wind and Rose watched them with her pale blue eyes for a moment. The view made her feel microscopic, irrelevant, and almost uneasy – as if the interview process wasn’t successful in that alone. She had the feeling that this room specifically was picked to intimidate each candidate, it was like standing on the edge of the earth and if she took a couple steps forwards she’d plummet down into the sea, even though with the air force there, the rational side of her knew that that wasn’t possible.
“Mrs Slate” the man looked at her as he sat down in one fluid movement, challenging her to speak up, and her jaw clenched very gently refusing to take the bait – the message that they weren’t on first name bases was clear. “If you could start by verifying your identity with your past mother’s identity, your cause of death and your current mother’s maiden name then we can move along to the interview”. With the advanced bodily transformation methods available, and their constant flux with which no one could keep up with, retina and fingertip scanning was no longer a valid option. The fact that they were taught to keep their past life under wraps from an early age however, meant that that information was now used for security until a better alternative was found.
“My mother’s name was Petunia. I died in a hospital shooting. My current mother is called Meryl Slate”. Rose mimicked the punctuated tone he had used to begin with, two could play the game. And speaking of games, answering these data questions had become a game of two truths and a lie to her as she grew up.

The first was the lie.

She had always imagined that her mother was called Petunia and loved flowers, maybe she had a whole backyard and a little flower shop, filled with Roses, Lilies, and Petunias. Unlike the man sat across from her however she didn’t remember her past mother, so the image of Petunia that she conjured up was simply wishful thinking. Mr Tate, the man who was conducting the interview but who’s name had only come back to her now that she had looked at the name on the desk with the small proud letters “Team research manager” under it, nodded along, seemingly satisfied with her lie and two truths.
“And don’t you think Mrs Slate that the world is full of silence?”. That elicited a raised eyebrow from her – couldn’t he hear the roaring water from outside, even through the air force? The world, nature, life, was anything but silent.
“I don’t believe there’s been a moment of silence since the world began Mr Tate” She replied calmly, it was a strange way to begin an interview, but then again, she wasn’t looking for an orthodox company to suit her needs. “I think the world is full of deafening noise”.
“And before this world existed Mrs Slate?”
“Before that we were humans, before that we didn’t exist”.
​

 

[ShadyAce]

[class=sheet] margin: auto; width: 45%; height: 230px; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class=profile_picture] border-radius: 5px 50% 50% 50%; background-image: url('http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/13182357/740full-stella-klein.jpg'); background-size: cover; width: 170px; height: 170px; [/class] [class=tab_border] border-top: 1px dashed #cecece; border-bottom: 1px dashed #cecece; padding: 3px; width: 170px; float: left; [/class] [class=tabs] font-family: 'Lora', serif; font-size: 14px; color: #727272; width: 20%; height: 20px; display: inline-block; text-align: center; float: left; [/class] [class=tabsContent] float: right; border-right: 1px dashed #cecece; width: 65%; height: 92%; margin-top: -181px; padding-right: 5px; [/class] [script class=tabs on=click] hide tabsContent set currentTab (getText) if (eq ${currentTab} I.) (show tabsContentHome) if (eq ${currentTab} II.) (show tabsContentBasics) if (eq ${currentTab} III.) (show tabsContentPersona) if (eq ${currentTab} IV.) (show tabsContentHistory) if (eq ${currentTab} V.) (show tabsContentLove) [/script] [class=cover_image] background-size: cover; height: 170px; width: 100px; display: inline-block; float: center; [/class] [class=content_image] background-size: cover; float: right; height: 100%; width: 30%; [/class] [class=scroll_out] width: 100%; height: 210px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: 10px; [/class] [class=scroll_in] width: calc(100% + 19px); height: 210px; overflow: auto; [/class] [class=info] border-bottom: 1px dashed #cecece; padding: 1px; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 12px; [/class] [div class=sheet][div class=profile_picture][/div]
[div class=tab_border][div class=tabs]I.[/div][div class=tabs]II.[/div][div class=tabs]III.[/div][div class=tabs]IV.[/div][div class=tabs]V.[/div][/div] [div class="tabsContent tabsContentHome"]

[div class=cover_image style="background-image: url('http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/13182341/740full-stella-klein.jpg');"]

[div class=cover_image style="background-image: url('http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/13182286/740full-stella-klein.jpg');"][/div] [div class=cover_image style="background-image: url('http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/13182337/740full-stella-klein.jpg');"][/div][/div]

delilah

[/div] [div class="tabsContent tabsContentBasics" style="display: none;"]

[div class=scroll_out][div class=scroll_in][div class=info]full name Delilah Stefanie Keller

[div class=info]nickname Lily, Lila, Deli, Stef[/div] [div class=info]age 21[/div] [div class=info]gender Female[/div] [div class=info]sexuality Bisexual, preference for males[/div] [div class=info]pob Munich, Germany [/div] [div class=info]dob September 24th[/div]
[div class=info]height 5'5"[/div] [div class=info]weight 112 lbs[/div] [div class=info]hair color Medium brown[/div] [div class=info]eye color Hazel [/div] [div class=info]body shape Petite, hourglass[/div] [div class=info]body modifications Regular ear piercings, septum piercing[/div] [div class=info]clothing style It's unlikely you could describe Delilah's style. She might wear something adventurous one day, then focus on being comfortable the next. The only way to define her style is that you're never going to know what she'll show up in next.[/div] [div class=info]description Despite her petite frame, the girl is well toned, due to her love for physical activity and exercising. Her complexion is clear, and a light olive tone, with a few freckles sprinkled on the bridge of her nose, which are only noticeable if you look closely. She has light brown hair that reaches just below her breasts, with a natural waviness. [/div][/div][/div][/div][div class=content_image style="background-image: url('http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/13368863/740full-stella-klein.jpg');"][/div][/div] [div class="tabsContent tabsContentPersona" style="display: none;"]

[div class=scroll_out][div class=scroll_in][div class=info]mbti ENFJ-T

[div class=info]likes Tea, coconut anything, vanilla everything, storms and rain, exercise, meaningful conversations, dabbling in all types of performing arts, night, star-gazing, traveling, the beach[/div] [div class=info]dislikes Oranges, being late, hot weather, xenophobia, cauliflower, people who smoke indoors, her height, violence, hypocrisy, stress [/div] [div class=info]habits If it starts raining, or it seems like it will rain, Delilah will wait outside to be hit by the first droplets. Muttering to herself in German as she thinks aloud, or when stressed. Fiddles with any jewelry she has on, typically twisting a ring around her finger. Will swim or do some form of exercise when stressed.[/div] [div class=info]hobbies Swimming, calligraphy, cooking, singing, acting, collecting post stamps[/div] [div class=info]personality Lily is charismatic and oozes confidence, easily making new friends, and often being popular despite not trying. She is bright, bubbly and energetic, being open and making a fun environment. She can read people with ease, and thus, when Lily tries, she can be manipulative and get under another person's skin, and sometimes does this to get her way - though she tries to avoid doing this to others. The female loves to joke around and tease with her closer friends, and usually prefers to be around people than on her own.

This same intuitive charisma is used in her perceptiveness of others. She can recognize what emotions people are feeling, and it uncannily in tune with people's emotions. She'll try to convince you to talk to her, as she knows how it feels to get something off your chest, but this can make her seem nosy to some people. To others, she makes them feel special and loved, which she adores. However, Lily prefers not to talk about her own emotions, and avoids confrontation when it is related to her. Her ability to read others makes her good at deceiving them as well, acting as though she is someone else, which fuels her love of acting and films.

Typically, Lily is the person who people will go to in order to have a shoulder to cry on, get emotional support or receive a favor. She cannot make difficult decisions for others, let alone herself - so don't ask for that sort of favor. The girl tends to over dedicate, trying to make life easier on everyone else around her that she doesn't realize she can't do everything. In extension, Lily puts others before herself constantly, forgetting to care and tend to her own needs. Though helping others is how she gets personal satisfaction. This selflessness is both a negative and positive trait. Some people expose her willingness to help, and due to her idealistic nature, she can seem slightly gullible.

Delilah has morphed into a hard-worker, though unfortunately she's an extreme perfectionist, to the point she often doesn't think what she does is good enough. Sometimes, this lack of confidence is crippling to her, and yet at other times, she is bursting with confidence. It's safe to say the girl can have some difficult mood swings and get easily stressed. She's responsive to criticism, but can sometimes take it too personally. Despite her downfalls, Lily is reliable, and will get things done. This can be attributed to her organisational nature, and this can make her seem uptight, stubborn as well as fussy, though she doesn't mean to irritate others with this tendency. People only find this side of her when they get to know her better, otherwise they just see her as a girl who is eerily good with people and confidently care free and happy.

She often day dreams, thinking about the future and the possibilities it holds. Thus, she can get bored with the present if she isn't surrounded by people who she finds interesting and fun. Her imagination also makes her open to new ideas, and she loves listening to what other people think. Delilah supports everyone in their endeavors and is always lively when listening to someone else's idea and hopes, or their troubles. [/div][/div][/div][/div][div class=content_image style="background-image: url('http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/13368884/740full-stella-klein.jpg');"][/div][/div] [div class="tabsContent tabsContentHistory" style="display: none;"]

[div class=scroll_out][div class=scroll_in][div class=info]biography Her mother was American, and her father German and they met in the father's hometown of Munich. Their spark was idyllic. The type you read about in stories. No one could deny they were perfect for each other and they married after a two years of dating, six months of which was long distance prior to Sarah moving in with Frederick Keller.

Delilah was shortly born, and only a year later the couple relocated to California. She was truly a 'love child', and yet she had a backwards relationship with her parents. They tended to disappear for extended periods of time, as though they forgot they had a kid, or perhaps they didn't even want the child. Delilah never knew if she was truly wanted. This meant she grew independent from her parents rather quickly, and truly, they never quite raised her. Occasionally, they'd notice her when she won an award or did something well - resulting in the girl becoming a hard worker at an extremely young age.

At the age of 13, her mother passed away due to breast cancer, something the young girl didn't even know her mother was suffering from. To say the least, it shook her to her core, despite being disconnected from her parents. Her father suddenly expected Lily to be everything he saw his wife to be, and to him, Sarah was perfect - unlike Delilah. Thus, the already dedicated student became buried in work. Luckily, due to her father paying more attention to her, he slowly loved her as she was, and she slowly faded out of her constant overworking which had taken a toll on her mental health. Delilah's want to better herself has never quite left, though.

As the female became closer with her father, she chose to learn German and he helped teach her, and she's since become fluent. Andrew told Delilah stories of his childhood home, and at the age of 19 she spent a year abroad in Munich, wanting to immerse herself in the culture of her heritage. Ever since, she's wanted to travel and explore more parts of the world. On top of this, she wants to learn more languages, starting with Japanese.

One night, Lily found herself comforting a friend after a messy breakup, and ended the night in agreeing to sign up a program that supposedly gave college students a chance at love. Her friend never ended up making it into Redamancy - but Delilah did.

[div class=info]misc. facts - Delilah is bilingual, being fluent in English and German. She loves languages and plans to learn many more, however she is currently studying Japanese.
- She wants to be an actor, or at least work in the film industry.
- Loves singing, but doesn't think she's any good.
- Voice claim is Ryn Weaver (singing and speaking). [/div] [div class=info]writing sample here[/div] [/div][/div][/div][div class=content_image style="background-image: url('http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/13678699/740full-stella-klein.jpg');"][/div][/div] [div class="tabsContent tabsContentLove" style="display: none;"]

[div class=scroll_out][div class=scroll_in] [div class=info]ideal partner Lily wants someone who will give her loving affirmation and support, despite her never asking for such. She'll religiously support them, and wants to be recognized for that, as she can tend to feel underappreciated in relationships, since she tends to be the one trying harder to make it work. Preferably, her partner would also be carefree, and be able to loosen her up when she is being strict on herself. If they are good at calming her, Lily will more often be her bright, social self rather than her temperamental counterpart - though her partner will have to be capable of helping her with her fluctuating self esteem. Someone honest would be best suited to her, as she turns a blind eye to the obvious problems in a relationship, in an attempt to make it work without fights or to pretend the relationship is perfect.

She is more attracted to people with a good sense of humor, and those she sees to have a kind soul. Lily is dedicated completely once in a relationship, and will search for people who seem loyal. She also tends to be intrigued by those who are introverted or act colder and disinterested, and she is in turn more drawn to them - wanting to figure them out due to her love and ability of understanding people. However that she subconsciously is drawn to them, not actively.

[div class=info]ideal date Delilah will do anything her partner wants to do. As long as they're happy doing it, she will be as well. If she is forced to pick, it is likely she'd want to do something under the stars. Perhaps a dinner, star-gazing and chatting, or a late night on the beach.[/div] [/div][/div][/div][div class=content_image style="background-image: url('http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/13368844/740full-stella-klein.jpg');"][/div][/div][/div]

 

[ambiguities]

Kaden Dallaire​

☾​

✰

M ● 23​

Overview

▌Name: Kaden Luca Dallaire

▌Age: 23

▌Gender: Male

▌Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

▌P.O.B: Jacksonville, Florida

▌D.O.B: May 25


▌Hair Color: Dark brown

▌Eye Color: A vividly crisp blue

▌Height: 6'2"

▌Weight: 83kg

▌Body type: Lean athletic build

Persona

▌MBTI: INTJ

▌Likes: coffee, tea, he has a deep fascination with ocean which explains his love for swimming, thunderstorms, traveling, running

▌Dislikes: deceit, mushrooms, cashews, pineapple pizza, narrow-mindedness

▌Habits: bounces his leg when he's bored or irritated and he tends to overwork himself when he's sick, blatantly disregarding his health and focusing on what ever tasks he needs/wants to get done.

▌Hobbies: running, reading, swimming, playing card games.

▌Although Kaden doesn't exactly come off as very welcoming and kind at first glance due to his intimidating stature, he has a very desirable charm that indulges others and captivates them. He's witty, possessing quick and inventive verbal reflexes that shows him off as both smart and humorous. Maintaining a casual attitude most of the time, he prides himself in being quick to improvise and being able to think his way out of situations. If something interests him enough, he will be able to devote the entirety of his focus and strength to that task, which is usually enough to get it done.

His close friends describe him as a blunt individual who isn't afraid to tell it how it is. His taunts can be blood-boiling, and his insults have the potential to hit deeper than usual but the recipients to his harsh insults are often people who are deserving of it. Kaden never openly expresses his emotions, he hates unloading all his crap onto others, but if he takes a particular liking to you, you may be able to get him to trust you fully, and he'll open up just a bit.

▌Describe your ideal partner: Kaden's ideal partner would be someone who understands his reservations and preconceived notions about love and relationships, but nonetheless will teach him that the concept of love and affection goes deeper than his usual mindless one-night stands. Kaden has been so accustomed to visualizing the faults and flaws of relationships that would end failure due to the circumstances he had been brought up in, but a partner who is willing to show him that love is unpredictable. Someone who can loosen him up and enjoy the whims of life and get him to be a little more care free.


▌Describe your ideal date: It may come as a surprise to some but his ideal date would to just do something casual and spontaneous like a late night swim, exploring or sightseeing, takeout, pretty much anything that allows him and his partner to enjoy what they're doing whilst being comfortable.

Bio

▌Kaden was born in the busy city of Jacksonville, Florida. His life was seemingly normal up until his mother, Mariana Gomes, was diagnosed with cancer. He was only eleven then, and he knew what the sickness was going to lead up to no matter the options that were provided. His mother, being the religious woman she was, believed that when it is a person's time to depart, god will present it to them. She chose to live out her days with her family, smiling, laughing, living until her last breath. When she died, Kaden and his father were distraught and lost. Although Kaden hid it well from the curious eye of the public. Some called him heartless when it came time for his mother's funeral simply for the fact that he didn't shed one tear.


Two years after and they were still struggling to cope. Kaden's father, Victor Dallaire, had visibly changed after his wife's passing. He was more violent, although never to Kaden. They were distant, and the wholesome family they once had had disintegrated into nothing more than a few "Hello's" a few times a month.


Months after losing his job due to his erratic behavior, Victor was charged with multiple accounts of fraud and identity theft and arrested inside their home, leaving Kaden in the custody of his uncle, Jacob Dallaire.

▌Misc: Kaden speaks fluent Portuguese and French.

(i'll add on some more but it's getting late and i've got a class in the morning so i hope this will suffice as a general bio for now!!)

Writing Sample

(this was from 2 years ago so it's a guaranteed mess because i haven't participated in a roleplay in like... 2 years lmao sorry rip)


▌His home was eerily silent as he entered the familiar environment, the smell of vanilla extract hitting his nostrils. A breath of relief escaped his lips. She's asleep, the falcon is in her nest. Antonio couldn't be bothered to hear another one of the woman's lectures regarding his late night rendezvous, at least not tonight. He glided through the small house and made his way up the stairs and into his room. The last twenty-four hours had made his mind slightly twist in contemplation. This 'Ditch' person had only now made themselves known, while Umbra had been a threat for a while now. Umbra. The name alone sent shivers down his spine. The man was a monster, the type of monster that didn't deserve a story, because he's real life. He couldn't compare to the boogie man or Freddy Kruger, they looked like saints compared to him. "4315 Racket Avenue. Tomorrow, midnight. Come alone. If you're followed it means the end of us all." The address was accompanied with a message, This "Ditch" knew who he was and what he could do. Antonio knew where he stood. After all, he started this thing with the intention of helping people.


His phone rang, an annoying default ringtone echoed through hushed space prominently. Antonio winced as he fished his device out of his pocket, scolding himself for not putting it on silent. He glanced at the screen for a moment before swiping answer button before putting it to his ear. Rico's voice was clear and booming out of the speaker, "Well I'm currently outside, guarding your bat-mobile. Also deciding whether or not I should hop in this babe of a car and speed the fuck away because a ride like this-"


"Shut up Rico," Antonio hissed in annoyance. "You're a real asshole you know that? Here I am, trying to do a good deed for my superhero friend who's meeting up with some guy who may potentially just be a serial killer. You're as ungrateful as they come." Antonio rolled his eyes and hung up the phone, shoving it back into his pocket. Rico had been the only one who he had told - well, found out- about Antonio's vigilante status. Although he seemed like a moron, he gave props to his friend for figuring it out. It was an added bonus that Rico worked with him at John's Auto Repair, they used the tools and the work-space to their advantage, hence the so called "bat mobile".


Antonio's attire wasn't his usual get-up. Instead he opted for a leather jacket with a cotton hood, one of the few clean things that hung in his closet. He walked over to his dresser, moving it away from the wall so he could reach over to the back and grab convenient black box sitting behind it. Inside it sat AMT AutoMag III pistol, the metal glimmering against the moonlight. He hoped that he wasn't walking into a trap of some-sort as he safely tucked the weapon back into it's hiding place. Antonio had never found a reason to use it, the only reason he bought it was a means of protection as he was trying to control his powers when he was younger, that and for his Aunt. When the day comes when he finally tells her, tells her about everything. The reality of what the city holds, the real danger he sees on the city every night.


A honk yanks Antonio out of his momentary daze. El bastardo. He rushes out of the house, careful to maintain the silence as he exited his home. Antonio's eyes narrowed into slits as he scowled at Rico. The 26-year old man was standing next to his tow-truck, sunglasses propped on his face. He walked up to him, slapping him on the back of the head. "People are sleeping," he paused, "And what's with the sunglasses?"

Rico grinned, "I look bad ass, don't I?"

"No, you look like a moron. Do you see the sun?"

Rico groaned and took of the sunglasses, "This friendship is based off of your insults and I'm tremendously hurt by that." Antonio sighed, nodding as if he agreed. Rico was one of the only people Antonio trusted and probably his best friend. He was the asshole and he was the goofy moron, it's how they worked.

Antonio strode over to the car that was currently concealed by a thin black plastic blanket. Yanking it off, he took a moment to marvel at his creation. It was a slick black 1967 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500, modified with bullet-proof tires and a few other necessities that made it feel as good as it looked. When he had initially got the car, it had been a hot-mess, and granted, it took him a few months to actually get it to move without breaking down. The masterpiece took 3 years to get it up and running and there were still a few kinks that he and Rico needed get sorted.

He held out his hand, his eyes glued to the car. "I didn't hear a thank you." Rico muttered, dropping the keys into his palm. Antonio managed to pull his attention away from the car and focused on Rico. "Thank you." A small smile tugged on the corner of his lips before he pressed the unlock button and slid into the car. His hands immediately grasped the wheel as he stared at Rico. Though he would never admit it, Rico was worried. When Antonio showed him the personalized message he had received from Ditch, he was skeptical. He was usually the person who'd be all for him headbutting into danger and rounding up criminals.

For assurance, Antonio held up a thumbs up, smirking. He inserted the key into the ignition, revved the engine and sped off to his destination.

When he arrived, he parked a good distance away as he observed the abandoned warehouse. It looks sketchy enough. He squinted, his eyes making out a figure entering the building. Ah, seems like the team is being assembled. Antonio wasted no time getting out of his car and locking it, He tugged at his hood to try to conceal himself a bit more. Casting a glance over his shoulder, he started his mini-trek to the building walking at a leisure pace. The entrance was left slightly ajar, and from the crack, he took notice of how the supposed warehouse had the interior of an auditorium, and he could see a few people scattered throughout. He walked in and instantly his eyes landed on the figure who wore a familiar mask. Ditch.

code by aukanai (beware hidden scrolling)​

 

[Meliorism]

.

.

[class=tabs] background-color: transparent; border-radius: 2px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #FFFFFF; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; font-family: Cinzel; font-size: 13px; font-weight: initial; line-height: 1; margin: 20px auto; min-width: 250px; text-align: center; width: 30%; position: relative; top: 0px; [/class] [class=tab] box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline-block; padding: 2px 0; width: 33%; [/class] [class name=tab state=hover] background-color: transparent; [/class] [script class=tab on=click] hide tabsContent set currentTab (getText) if (eq ${currentTab} i) (show tabsContenti) if (eq ${currentTab} ii) (show tabsContentii) if (eq ${currentTab} iii) (show tabsContentiii) [/script] [script=tab] hide tabsContent show tabsContenti [/script] [div class=tabs][div class=tab style="border-top-left-radius: 5px; border-bottom-left-radius: 5px;"]

i

[div class=tab]

ii

[/div][div class=tab style="border-top-right-radius: 5px; border-bottom-right-radius: 5px; width: 34%;"]

iii

[/div][/div] [div class="tabsContent tabsContenti"]

basics​

Full Name: Tomas Herrera
Nickname: Tom or Tommy (endearingly)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
P.O.B: Oakland, California
D.O.B: January 16, 1995
Height: 6'2
Weight: 175 pounds
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Dark brown
Body Shape: Lean with a rectangular shape
Body Mods: None
Clothing Style: Variable, but usually more on the casual side - x x x

[/div] [div class="tabsContent tabsContentii"]

history​

Biography: Tomas was born to a poor Argentinian couple who legally immigrated from their birth country to the United States looking for better opportunities. He and his parents lived in a dangerous part of Oakland. Through the presence of murders, vandalism, racism and xenophobia, and the many more negative things about living in a poor majority-white neighborhood, he learned to watch his back and look out for himself and his parents. His school was not very good. It was more diverse than his neighborhood but there was a lot of bullying and rebelliousness going on. He was not bullied because of his tall stature and ability to pummel whoever he even sensed was going to mess with him. He was very paranoid, unfortunately.

Tomas's parents were carefully saving up money. They had common jobs for people without a specific degree. His mother was a waitress while his father was a telecommunications line installer. Both of his parents would work long shifts, but it was primarily up to his mother to cook food to put on the table and make sure the house was cleaned properly and up to his father to make enough money to buy those necessary foods. Eventually, by the time he was 14, his parents had saved enough to move to a condominium in a better area, Los Banos. While there was a crime rate higher than the median for the state, Tomas felt more at ease, as the area was less dangerous and predominantly Hispanic. His parents were able to speak Spanish on the street without fearing for a violent xenophobic reaction. His new school was not as bad, and it was cool that he and his friends all knew how to speak Spanish.

Tomas was generally a good boy, knowing how to respect others even if his friends didn't. For this, he was quite popular with girls at his school, despite many boys trying to make him feel emasculated for his kindness. Eventually, his friends became jealous of this as well, mostly because of the concept of true soulmates going around for the first time. Tomas, however, brushed it off, never really believing in the concept. He believed that two people could make a marriage work whether they're "soulmates" or not. And how would two people be confirmed to be soulmates anyway? He began to become convinced that it was a government conspiracy and a hoax, and there were others at his high school who thought the same.

At 19, Tomas moved out of his parents' house, promising to call them at least weekly. Instead of relief that he could stand on his own two feet, his protective parents were more worried for his own safety. However, he has been quite well ever since. He bought a condo in the same town of the Redamancy Program in Laguna Beach and when encountering it, he signed up for it. While he did not believe in the idea of soulmates and still does not, he thought it'd be nice to find the future Mrs. Herrera.

[/div] [div class="tabsContent tabsContentiii"]

personality​

MBTI: ENFP
Likes: conspiracy theories, warm colors, flavorful food, abstract art, watercolor paintings,

Dislikes: Feeling limited, writer's block, misogyny, xenophobia, urban legends, and horror stories

Habits: Will use any object to tap a surface when thinking, eats daintily in front of others, sometimes stabs his fork in tough foods such as meat, meditates/prays in private [and gets rather upset when interrupted]

Hobbies: He alternates between drawing, writing, and painting.

Personality: Despite his strong appearance, Tomas is not overbearingly masculine. He is rather kind and quite imaginative man, although it is up to people around him to decide whether his imaginative side is perceivably positive or negative. His negative imagination can take form through conspiracy theories, while his positive imagination opens up to show beautiful possibilities. The more positive side of his imagination is apparent in his bright paintings. While he likes to be absorbed in his imagination, he can be outgoing and sweetly charming. He likes to make people laugh and smile although he knows his humor is lighthearted, not at all crude, and often considered "different." He seems extremely relaxed and calm, but he had to work to get into such a state, with help from his religious parents when he was younger. Still, he has a protective streak that is particularly obvious when he is around women. He hates the idea of hurting a woman or making her cry and he is very respectful towards women due to the strong female role models in his life, especially his amazing and hardworking mother. His strong admiration would cause other people to assume that he is chivalrous to a nauseating degree and takes on the role of Prince Charming as he forces every beautiful woman into the role of a damsel in distress, but this is not the case. He is very conscious of how he treats women and tries to never infantilize ladies as a whole or any specific woman. For such reasons, Tomas is often seen as a feminist, not afraid to acknowledge unfair treatment of women and stand up to it. His strong stature definitely helps in this case.

Ideal partner: While Tomas doesn't mind the idea of an uptight partner, he would prefer a woman who can relax or who he can help relax, not someone who is completely incapable of becoming comfortable in their own skin. He would like a lady with a good sense of humor, as he uses Argentinian sayings in Spanish and English, and becomes self-conscious when he genuinely wants to make someone smile and laugh.

Ideal date: "Relaxing" is definitely the word Tomas would use. He does not like the thought of feeling adrenaline-pumped for a date. He is far more drawn to comfortability. While he doesn't like the idea of sitting at an expensive restaurant either, he would unironically prefer a long walk on the beach or gaze at the Californian view over the ocean from higher ground after an uphill walk or hike.

[/div]

coded by myfanwy ​

[/div]

​

​

Writing sample:

Spoiler: Writing Sample

“I’m here!” a young girl declared, with a distinct Scottish accent lacing her words. She wore a faint smile on her face. She had long red hair, a bold and distinctly bright copper hair color that most people knew many Scots had, that was swept up into a very messy bun and sunkissed skin that was not very tan. Her eyes were uniquely silver. Her clothing was completely casual, wearing a thick brown sweater and denim jeans to shield herself from the fluctuating, but currently cold, April weather of the small South Carolinian town of Fretish.

All eyes directed at her. In the building were a variety of people, male and female. They were all sitting rather neatly, like a small, tight-knit club, and they were all friends or acquaintances at the very least. "Hey, Maya! What's up?" a petite girl with curly hair and warm brown skin asked in a friendly manner.

"Nothin' much," Maya replied. She was tying her hair into a nonchalant bun but did so quite messily. She looked around to see everyone she knew - Dahlia, the sweet curly-haired girl who she replied to, and also one of her best friends. She saw Julia and Amy, who were acquaintances who were known for being rather . . . loud. They wore the stereotypical rebel look proudly - shortly cut dyed hair, ghostly skin, dark and mature make-up, and all-black clothing with band logos. They were actually rather nice, though, and they fitted it well with the rest of the group. Last but not least, she saw Anton and Derrik, the two kind-hearted German brothers who she had gotten along with ever since they moved into the town just a year ago. The building was a place where the friends would meet on a bi-weekly basis. Their friendship circle would increase little by little and they were not at all an "exclusive" group. It was sacred in a way.

"Any news, y'all? Vacations, family news, birthday stuff? Somethin' else?" Amy asked with her thick Southern accent.

They all looked to each other and back at Amy. Derrik spoke up. "I suppose all the looking around translates to 'not really,'" he said. The younger of the German brothers was rather acquainted with acting as the spokesperson for the rest of the group when there generally wasn't much to say. "AMy, don't you have a younger sister whose birthday is in this month?"

"You're actually right, Derrik. My lil' sis's birthday is on the 9th of April. She'll be turnin 10. We're planning a surprise party so far, and ya'll got the invites, right?" The others nodded. Everyone in the town knew each other one way or the other, and Amy's little sister, Adriana, would definitely be happy to see all her big sister's friends come to her party. It would make her feel more grown-up in a way.

"Where are we hanging out after this?" Julia asked.

"It's actually Anton's turn to pick," said Amy. There was a tradition of choosing a spot to just hang out after every "meeting."

"Oh, really? Well, I'll choose . . .the local pizza place? Pies-on Piza?" Anton said and asked a bit dubiously. A few "yeah"s and "'sure"s rung out as a postive reply.

The unanimous agreement made Anton smile a bit. He was the shier and quieter of the two brothers. "Well then, let's go!" he said more enthusiastically. Everyone rose up from their chairs, left the building, and walked to the pizza place, chatting and laughing with each other along the way.