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personality: vices & virtues or 2 paragraphs
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how will your character react to/think of the crash?:
biography: (optional)
writing sample:
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relationships: tbd after acceptance

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[acuite]

full name:
pandora hensley

age:
17

birthday:
august 9th

sexual orientation:
bisexual

romantic orentation:
homoromantic

gender:
cis-female

zodiac:
leo

personality:
vices:
lustful / careless / blunt / easily offended
virtues:
hella smart / hair is killing the game / gay gay gay / woke

fears:
glophobia
gephyrophobia
latrophobia

strengths:
knows a lot about plants / smart af

likes:
plants / equality / girls / rainy days

dislikes:
egotistical people / being wrong / coffee / whipped cream

how will your character react to/think of the crash?:
pandora has always had your classic fear of planes, so crashes has always been her worst fear. She will be terrified, but will mostly try to shrug off her fear and act tough.

full name:
adrian steele

age:
19

birthday:
december 17th

sexual orientation:
heterosexual

romantic orentation:
panromantic

gender:
cis-male

zodiac:
sagittarius

personality:
vices:
lustful / careless / surprisingly violent / salty af / egostistical

virtues:
woke / knows how to cook / like / knoowwwwsss

fears:
agrooziphobia
athazagoraphobia
atomosophobia

strengths:
cooking / knows a lot about herbs / hes lowkey strong / jk highkey

likes:
tumblr / apple pie / french fries / cold days

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how will your character react to/think of the crash?:
he doesn't give a shit. get of the island, don't get off the island. atleast he is away from his clingy ex-girlfriend.

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[tsuneni]

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▌name

: valentina marisol espinosa

▌alias

: vale

▌age

: seventeen

▌dob

: november third

▌zodiac

: scorpio

▌gender

: cisgender female

▌r orientation

: demiromantic

▌s orientation

: heterosexual
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▌faceclaim

: cenit nadir

▌height

: 5'5"

▌weight

: 115 lbs

▌hair

: a dark brown bob

▌eyes

: brown

▌body type

: lithe

▌vices

: as bitter as her coffee -- real secretive -- bad liar -- doesn't do well under pressure -- passive aggressive -- stubborn -- don't bring her food -- don't compliment her -- if you follow the previous two, then she'll be an utter puddle of feels and blushes

▌virtues

: lowkey easy to please -- resourceful -- intelligent -- keeps any promise she makes -- fearless(ish) -- very protective -- woke -- giant fucking feminist -- a star wars and harry potter geek -- just bring her goodies and she'll love you okay

▌fears

: snakes (personality-wise and animal-wise), the police tbh, and losing everything she's worked hard for

▌strengths

: is actually a really good fighter, fast runner from playing soccer, speaks a bunch of languages, and can cook a few simple dishes

▌likes

: being complimented -- food -- knee high socks -- trampolines -- disney movies -- tumblr -- velvet sheets -- calming words -- food -- adrian tbh

▌dislikes

: police brutality -- racism -- sexism -- racial profiling -- the smell of beer -- snakes -- small talk -- liars -- people that take advantage of her -- flies

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▌reaction to the crash

: she didn't even want to go to london. she didn't want to leave the safety of her home to be in another country that hosted the one person that she had a deep-rooted hatred for. but, she had to do it for her sanity. her mother worked her ass off to give valentina a prestigious education and lead her towards the path of owning her own business empire, and she was not going to pass up on this opportunity.

she didn't cry when the announcement ran through the private jet that they would crash. she had to be strong for those that were crying and panicking. she held on to classmates she could've been good friends with if she wasn't such a bitch. she closed her eyes. she felt the crashing and impact. she felt the blood from a cut on her forehead running down the side of her face. she swam out of an opening of the plane, and swam to shore with the rest of the survivors. she didn't cry. instead, she had to make a choice between venturing the island and looking for pieces of bark to make a shelter with, or swim as fast as she can back to the plane and pick up the broken pieces of metal to use for the shelter.

▌writing sample

: not a roleplay piece, but a story i am writing on wattpad

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[Amare te stesso]

WIP~ Placeholder for a female

 

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meet ruby.

"I could kill for some chocolate right about now."

likes but also hates people

speaks sarcasm 24/8

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name – Marjorie Ruby Mandella
nickname – Ruby, Ru, Bee
age – 18
birthday – February 15th
orientation – Gray-romantic bicurious
gender – Cisfemale
zodiac – Aquarius

height – 5' 3"
weight – 115 lbs
hair – wavy, light brown
eyes – hazel
mods – silver septum

vices – possessive, sarcastic, crude, erratic, spontaneous
virtues – protective, laid-back, humorous, easy-going, flexibile

fears – storms, deep water, the greater unknown
strengths – acrobatics, finding food somehow, climbing because she's a monkey, public speaking
weaknesses – swimming, anything involving strength, confrontation, impatience
likes – chocolate, anything edible, climbing, gymnastics,
dislikes – night time, being alone, the heat, clothes, biting bugs

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reaction/thoughts – Initially, she would freak out and praise Buddha for allowing her to continue living. She'd then walk around in an endless search and observe people like a freak. Of course, she'd ask if they were okay but she really doesn't care. Ruby just knows that making friends means a better chance of survival, especially after watching so many survival shows and movies.

writing sample – Beckett de la Rosa

relationships – tbd after acceptance
JACE: cousin

 

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meet jace.

"I'd rather not."

says no but probably will do it

smart but acts dumb

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name – Jason Ray Mandella
nickname – Jace
age – 19
birthday – December 31st
orientation – Demiromantic bisexual
gender – Cismale
zodiac – Capricorn

height – 5' 11"
weight – 157 lbs
hair – chestnut brown
eyes – green

vices – touchy, perfectionist, worrier, obstinate, detached, superficial, judgemental
virtues – disciplined, patient, reliable, humorous, careful, intelligent, unbias

fears – reptiles, heights, arachnids
strengths – astronomy, 3+ years of cub scouts, endurance
weaknesses – people in general, doesn't like pressure, not being straight forward
likes – cleanliness, solitude, winter sports, swimming, running, reading, fact-checking others, smoking
dislikes – noisiness, helping others, liars, guilt trips, complaining, slimy textures, relaxing, the sun

biography –

reaction/thoughts – He'd probably initially ask "What the fuck?" before beginning to find a nice place along the beach to claim as his territory after everything has sunk in (and probably lay there as if something will happen). Since Jace was a cub scout when he was younger, he remembers some important survival skills such as making rope and determining if plants are poisonous or not. If others asked for his help though, he'd just ask them why he should.

quick facts
_ wants to be a general surgeon because he likes the rush
_ has done some interning so he's watched some surgeries
_ he studied a lot under the radar so he can recognize some ailments
_ he's actually a child genius but acts dumb as shit so don't ask him questions

writing sample – Beckett de la Rosa

relationships – tbd after acceptance
RUBY: cousin

 

[Chase]

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  name: Cosette Ameila Durand
  age: 17
  birthday: december 21
  zodiac: sagittarius
  gender: female
  orientation: heteromantic, pansexual
  height: five feet and five inches
  weight: one hundred pounds
  hair: brown
  eyes: blue
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  

  

  + traits: carefree, spontaneous, gets along well with everyone
  - traits: slutty, careless, messy, detatched
  likes: reading, swimming, being ~intimate~, ballet
  dislikes: overthinking, overly crowded spaces, enclosed spaces
  strengths: photographic memory, personable
  weaknesses: overshares, panics easily, can't focus
  phobias: flying, elevators, monekys, injury
  reaction: cosette was already afraid of flying, and panics easily. she doesn't deal with the crash well, and it takes her a bit to come to terms with the reality of it. after that, she helps, but still panics when anything bad happens, and each day without being found causes her more and more uneasiness.
  bio: cosette grew up in a primarily french french-canadian family. the durands were generational ballet dancers, her mother and father both principal dancers in the national ballet of canada. they travelled a lot, leaving cosette to a multitude of nannies and caretakers, until her mother was injured. even then, cosette still didn't get the attention she craved from her parents. her mother was angry, and refused to let cosette dance anymore, though it was one of the only things that brought the 12 year old true happiness. she began sneaking away to dance, and as she grew older, that became the only thing she truly cared about. her grades slipped, her friendships failed. as she lost friend after friend, she began seeking attention in other ways, reaching out to anyone who would give it to her, in any way they gave it. as a result, cosette is about 6 weeks pregnant, though no one knows, including her.
  
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  name: Jayden "Jay" Corey Bleu
  age: 17
  birthday: may 21
  zodiac: gemini
  gender: male
  orientation: heterosexual
  height: six feet and four inches
  weight: one hundred eighty-five pounds
  hair: black
  eyes: light green
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  

  

  + traits: protective, loyal, charming, resourceful
  - traits: harsh, aloof, moody, possessive
  likes: storms, swimming, night skies, rain drops on glass
  dislikes: quiet, meat, reading, cigarettes
  strengths: anything artsy, an outdoorsman
  weaknesses: not good at personal relationships
  phobias: being alone
  reaction: immediately works to make shelter and find food and water, as well as creating a fire for smoke signals
  bio: jay is the stereotypical brooding artist with no friends. his family life is good, damn near perfect, but he is just never satisfied with his life. when he was young, jay's father took him and his brothers camoing almost every weekened. each week was a different place, and jay's father taught all three of them how to survive should they ever need to. though his older brothers goofed off and never took it seriously, jay paid attention. guess it was a good thing he did.
  
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  My head spins under the weight of all the sounds, trying to pick out the dogs barking and the men shouting. Trying to determine how far away they are with my breath heaving in my ears and each soft splash of a raindrop hitting the ground echoing a thousand times louder. I pause under an awning to catch my breath. My bare feet ache, my clothes are nearly soaked through, my throat is raw and burning. I can feel my fire going out. I need to get out of this rain or it is the end for me.
  Looking around, there are a lot of doors in the alley. Surely if I try them all, one of them will be unlocked. One by one, I wiggle doorknobs, my anger growing as I go farther and farther down the alley. There are three more doors left and again, I'm met with a locked door. "Fuck!" My foot hits the door in anger and the lock breaks, the wood of the door frame splintering, The room is dark as I enter, but I immediately slam the door shut and start pushing anything I can find against it, creating a barricade. Each breath drags through my throat like sandpaper and my wet clothes feel like they're burning my skin.
  My body gives out a sigh of relief as the cloth is removed, but I'm soon made aware of every other grievance it can make against me. My wrists are chafed and raw, my feet are screaming, the heels weeping blood. I touch them gently, wishing Crowley were here to mend the cracked and blistered skin. The thought of my sister brings an entirely different kind of pain to the surface. Its been seven years since I've seen my family or any of the other deons, and my heart aches with a force I didn't know existed. Its been seven years since I've seen a kind face, or even any face besides those that belong to my captors. Humans who somehow figured out the truth of their afterlife and of the angles and demons. These men sought the power of the elements, the power of the demons, and made it their goal to capture one. They created the technology that now lives within the indestructible cuffs on my wrists that keep me from using my powers. I can do nothing more than create a small amount of heat between my palms...
  
  

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[Keira Winston]

♛Appearance♛
ethnicity: french, british, italian
mods: earlobe piercings
height: 5'8"
weight: 117
build: slim, lean, slight curves
hair: dirty blonde, layered, waist-length, wavy
eye color: baby blue
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♛Persona♛
fears: never finding love, ending up alone, dark alleys, snakes, becoming homeless, pigeons, spiders, not being successful
strengths: gets along well with people, flexible due to years of dance, quick and swift due to track, good at swimming and running, coordinated, determined, good at communicating

weaknesses: doesn't open up to people easily, can get moody, always questioning if its the best way to do something

likes: beaches, animals, photography, boys, dance, music, playing the guitar, writing in her journal, succulents, fairy lights, oversized sweaters, crop tops, ripped skinny jeans, amusement parks, chokers, sketching, painting, coffee, tea

dislikes: snobs, liars, being vulnerable, licorice, rain, cold weather, spicy food, mayo, neon colors, clowns, loud mouths, the dark, people who assume things about her, rumors, superficial people, cakey foundation, ranch

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♛Personality♛
vices:
moody, bias, stubborn, lustful, irritable, doesn't trust easily, low-key judgy, impatient, blunt,

virtues:
sweet, confident, determined, quick learner, knowledgable, artistic, protective, charismatic, daring, romantic

reaction/thoughts on the crash:
serena's first instinct is to stay alive. she pushed aside her thoughts, feelings, and fears of the uncertainty. she had to stay calm. she led those who couldn't swim to the shore, and she made sure she helped as many people as she could. she attended to the wounded, accompanied anyone in need, and calmed people down. she put herself aside just to make sure others are ok.




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♛Misc♛

Spoiler: Writing Sample

It was early morning in the concrete jungle. The sunlight barely crept through, but the Big Apple seemed as busy as always. Cars honked, business men rushed to work, and there was the occasional "I'm walkin' here" thrown by angry pedestrians in a thick New York accent at this time of the day. Karsten should have expected it to be this busy. After all, its the city that never sleeps, so he decided to capture this moment by taking a few last photos of Time Square.

Karsten was surprised that he was still able to stand on his feet due to the amount of sleep he's had in the past few days. He couldn't sleep because of the constant swearing of the psychotic cab drivers. Karsten's been getting up this early, if not even earlier, in the last few days. He still as jet lagged and not adjusted to the Eastern Time Zone. He only got to the city late two nights ago, so yesterday was the only day he had to explore New York City. Yesterday started with a morning stroll in Madison Square and ended at an exclusive nightclub on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. In between that time, he jammed packed his day with finding the best dumplings in China Town, trying the cheapest slice of pizza in Brooklyn, having a moment of silence at the World Trade Center, climbing the steps of the Metropolitan, taking a ferry to see Lady Liberty, window shopping on 5th Avenue, and viewing the city from the Empire State Building. He'd also captured some great photos of the Empire State Building, Chrysler Building, Wall Street, Central Park, Time Square, and the Rockefeller Center. He even sketched out the New York Public Library. Everywhere he went he was inspired.

He was almost sad to leave, but his future was waiting for him. Karsten would be arriving at Miss Reneux's Academy in a few hours. He was excited to finally get the opportunity to focus completely on his arts. He checked his watch and realized that it was almost time for him to be escorted to the academy, so he picked up one of New York's famous bagels for breakfast and took the subway back to the Waldorf Astoria. He's eaten lots of good food from the time he landed in the JFK airport including great burgers from Shake Shack and pastrami sandwiches, but nothing compared to the bagel.

Karsten made it back to the Waldorf Astoria with no money left in his Metro Card. He's used most of his life's savings on this trip, but he didn't regret it. He's never felt more happy or free in his whole entire life. If only it could last forever. The time and effort spent on 50 intricate drawings were worth the time he spent here. It took a while before he could even book a hotel room at the Waldorf Astoria which was his dream hotel.

He had just finished taking a shower and was surfing through the TV channels while relaxing on his bed when he got a call from the receptionist's desk.

"Hello?" He asked picking up the telephone.

"Hi, is this Karsten Nazari?" the receptionist asked in a sugar sweet voice.

"Yes?" he answered hoping it'd be its ride.

"A driver in a black jeep has come to escort you to Miss Reneux's Academy. He's parked in front of the valet meet him with-," the lady continued before getting cut off by an eager Karsten.

"Yeah, I'll be down in 5!" he exclaimed before hanging up the phone. He knew the drill, and all his bags were zipped, packed, and ready to go.

He made his way downstairs with a suitcase trailing behind him, a duffle bag over his shoulder, a sketchbook under his arm, and a Canon Rebel T5i camera lopped over his head. The driver stood in front of the jeep waiting for him. He reached for his bags, but Karsten wouldn't let him take his camera or sketchbook. He took a quick photo of the jeep and one last picture of the hotel before having the driver usher him into the car.

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The ride was filled with excitement. He kept track of how long it would take to get to the academy. Karsten took many pictures of the forest terrain along the way which he couldn't have imagined have been around the busy city. Before he knew it, the car ride was over.

The driver let him out and handed his luggage to him. Kristen's jaw dropped as he studied the academy. It looked even better than the photos. The building looked as if it were straight from a fancy, elite college brochure. He took a photo of the campus before heading toward the lobby with all the other students.

relationships: tbd/ PM ME!
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name: serena elle roux
nicknames: rena
age: 19
gender: cis-female
grade: 12
birthday: september 22
zodiac: libra
orientation: heterosexual, heteromantic




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[minajesty]

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Axel Turner
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18
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May 19
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Demisexual
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Demiromantic
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Male
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Taurus

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At a glance, Axel seems like a very quiet kid who wants nothing to do with people's problems. A rather shy guy who likes to keep out of trouble and focus on his passion. That's exactly how Axel is. He isn't the type of guy to get drunk or mess around with girls and get into huge amounts of trouble. All he likes to do is write, draw, and most importantly take amazing pictures.
Once you get to know him, he can be a very nice guy who will love you endlessly. You won't seem him taking shots or in a fight. More than likely, he'll be in a quiet area trying not to draw attention to himself.
When it comes to "the romantic life", he has no history (or does he?). He chooses not to get in the mix with love because he know the affects and consequences afterwards. It doesn't help that he's a very sensitive guy (the type that will cry when experiencing a sad scene in a movie). You could say that he's very in touch with the emotional side of him.
If he is angered, he won't go crazy and let every thing out by destroying stuff. All he does is isolate himself until he feels like he's ready to socialize with people again. But his anger will show throw his facial reactions or artwork.
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being hated/rejected by the people he likes
accidents of any kind (car, bus, PLANE ect)
natural disasters
falling in love with somebody
spiders
snakes
violence of any kind
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Quiet places
Drawing
Writing
Editing/digital designing
Photography
People who share his love of photography
Compliments on his work
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Rude comments (on his work, towards people)
Violence of any kind
Nauseating smells
Being in tight, small spaces
Having anxiety/panic attacks
Taunting or teasing people
uncomfortable clothing
Loud/obnoxious noises
||how will your character react to/think of the crash?||
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[social]

hey boi

The Queen
Name_ Lyra D. Carter
Age_ 19
Gender_ Cis. Female
S.O_ Bisexual
R.O_ Biromantic
Ethnicity_Honduran/Italian
Birthday_ 12/17
Zodiac_ Sagittarius

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Height_ 5'7"
Weight_ 130 lbs
Hair_ Dark brown
Eyes_ Light blue
Mods_ Ear and navel piercings
Scars_ tba
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Vices_ Opinionated, stubborn, hotheaded, jealous, perfectionist, devil's advocate, lustful

Virtues_ Strong willed, open minded, creative, resourceful, reliable, confident, intelligent

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Fears_ Large spiders, clowns (like horrified ones), drowning, airplanes crashing, the ocean, sharks

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Likes_ Coffee, crowns, leather jackets, patches, art, writing, type writers, books, summer nights, affection, animals, starry nights, rainy days

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The Coward
Name_ Hugo E. Lowell
Age_ 19
Gender_ Cis. Male
S.O_ Pansexual
R.O_ Omniromantic
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Birthday_ 06/02
Zodiac_ Gemini

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Height_ 6'0"
Weight_ 155 lbs
Hair_ Auburn
Eyes_ Blue/Green
Mods_ Small tattoo on left wrist
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THESE PEOPLE HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED:
tsuneni
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Keira Winston
Chase
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