Realistic or Modern Sunkissed [CS]

[apolla]

**REALISTIC pictures only please!**

Name:
Age: [16-19]
Gender:
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Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.

Likes: [3+]
Dislikes: [3+]
Strengths: [3+]
Weaknesses: [3+]

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Personality: [1-2 paragraphs]
Bio: [1-2 paragraphs]

WRITING SAMPLE: **Please put in a spoiler tab underneath CS**

PLEASE DO NOT overload this RP with females! If that happens, some people will need to double! (:
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[apolla]

Sabella Pearson​

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Wild lives​

Name: Sabella Pearson
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Face Claim: Plum Suicide

Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Purple
Height/Weight: 5'2 / 120lbs
Body Type: Slim
Tattoos/Piercings: tattoo / piercings

Likes: tattoos / dogs / iced coffee
Dislikes: judgmental bitches / popcorn / rap
Strengths: brave / honest / loyal
Weaknesses: impatient / impulsive / proud

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Personality:
Sabella has an in your face personality, which is such a stark contrast to the girl she used to be. She used to be quiet and perhaps even dainty, but if only her old friends could see her now, shotgunning a beer and doing body shots. She's really opened up to her sexuality, hooking up with both guys and girls during her time in school. She gets decent grades, and wants to work with animals because "people are fun, but they suck". She is wild, and will pretty much try anything once.

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soul ♫​

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Bio:
Sabella means God is my oath. Her father is a preacher, while her mother sings in the church choir, and has ever since her own young days. Bella was raised in the church. Every Sunday morning, every Wednesday night, every fundraiser... they were there. As a child, Bella didn't really know any better. She didn't have a choice, and she attended because she had friends there, and she liked singing. She never complained about it, at least not more than any normal child sitting through someone talking for what felt like hours.

As Bella started to get older, she started questioning her parents religion, much to their dismay. Her father put a stop to that, very quickly. All teenagers want to rebel, but Bella was a good girl, and she didn't want to disobey her parents. So she continued attending church, praising God, and having only Christian friends. Everything was fine, until her senior year of high school. She met Zander. He changed her life. He introduced her to everything her parents tried to hard to keep her from. But when you try to ignore something for so long, it can only blow up in your face.

The day she came home with purple hair and her first tattoo-- the heart outline on her throat-- her dad screamed and threw things and threatened to put her out. Her mother tried to reason with him, but there was no saving it. So good little Bella packed her shit and moved to Zander's, where her life was turned upside down. Zander was no good influence, and he introduced her to more than hair dye and tattoos. Bella graduated high school, her plan to remain with Zander and not go to college.

But he convinced her to go, and shortly after she left she found out he was cheating on her. So she dumped him, moved on, and is now about to start her senior year at college, aiming to graduate with a degree that will help her to work with animals.

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[Pai Chan]

Name:​

Laura Swan
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Face Claim: Yumiko Shiina
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Height/Weight: 5'5" / 127 lbs.
Body Type: Slim
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: Ear piercings, mole on left cheek​

Likes:

Music
Art
Honesty

Dislikes:
Facades
Sports

Strengths:
Musically Talented
Strong Willed

Weaknesses:
Headstrong (makes her come off as confrontational and aggressive)
Blunt

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Personality: Laura Swan is one of those people that believe in standing up for yourself. She's seen her fair share of people being picked on or pushed around. But she won't step in to try and stop it. Instead she'll take the person aside and try to talk sense into them. From there they are on their own. Laura enjoys seeing people hurdle over obstacles and stand up for themselves. It's what she had to do several times throughout her middle school years. She didn't go to anyone else for her problems because that would, at best, only be a short term solution.

Throughout middle school Laura was known as the quiet girl. A person that people thought was better than everyone else because of her good grades. But after middle school her attitude changed drastically. She was no longer the person that would go above and beyond to avoid others. She became much more of an in-your-face type of girl. If she didn't like something then she would let people know. Her main flaw was that due to the lack of social interaction she could come off as cold when telling someone her opinion. But at least, now, Laura was much more of an open book. She felt she didn't have anything to hide and closing herself only invited rumors as Laura learned in middle school.

Bio: Laura was always into music. It just wasn't made apparent until the start of high school. While she was enrolled into orchestra class her passion was with a band that she formed with like minded musicians in her school. The rock/experimental band officially released music during the end of Laura's freshman year of high school. It was from the band that Laura gained some type of popularity within her school. She was the lead vocalist and an on and off guitarist as well as the composer for a lot of the songs the band put out.

But even with the surge in popularity Laura gained she was still the same person whether she was behind a mic or not. She didn't follow the stereotypes of what was thought of band members. She stayed away from drugs. She still focused on school and even had her sights set on going to a college to further her musical talent after she graduated.

WRITING SAMPLE: **Please put in a spoiler tab underneath CS**

Spoiler: writing sample

Junko stepped into her dark condo and immediately sensed something was different. She grabbed a gun from a drawer in the entryway cabinet in her apartment. She kept it there just in case someone was foolish enough to break in. Junko's apartment wasn't big. It was a single bedroom condo so looking around wouldn't take too long.

Upon turning the corner to see into the living room connected kitchen area Junko could make out the figure of a person. Their form illuminated by the moonlight outside of the window they were looking out of. The person's head turned slight to acknowledge Junko's presence. The girl pointed her gun towards the intruder.

"What are you doing in my home?" The intruder turned to face Junko, their eyes seemed to glow in the dark giving them a sinister look.

"I just came to get a good look at the sole person to eliminate one of this city's biggest crime lords." The voice belonged to a woman. Junko searched for a light to illuminate the room while keeping her weapon trained on its target. The sudden light made Junko squint a little and when her eyes adjusted she saw that the woman was no longer by the window.

"I'm not here to hurt you." Junko jumped upon hearing the voice behind her. The woman grabbed the gun before Junko could turn around. "So you don't need this nor your powers." The girl was taken aback.

"So you know how I am." It was a statement more than a question. Junko spun around and found no one there.

"I know all about you, child." Junko turned back around to find the woman sitting in a chair, legs crossed, at a table nearby. Being in the light, Junko could see the woman was deathly pale with crimson red eyes. She wore a box cut bob that was raven black and ended in red highlights. Her lipstick color matched her eyes and had a single middle lower lip piercing. She seemed to hold this look of amusement on her face as she studied Junko.

"I've been watching you for quite sometime. You're not, exactly, a common type."

 

[Pastry]

Nixon Lemont
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Face Claim: Max Krieger

Eye Color: Light Blue

Hair Color: Platinum Blonde (Dyed)

Height/Weight: 120 lbs, 5'5

Body Type: Slim With Toned Muscle

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc. Nixon has four tattoos, (In Spoiler) Each of them has a meaning to him. Lip Piercing, and a ear pierced.

Tattoo 1

This tattoo is of a Blue Jay on his shoulder. http://i.pinimg.com/736x/79/cd/29/79cd29fee1057a9feee77924abc7b0ec.jpg

Tattoo 2

This tattoo is of his job, shoveling coal into a fire pit. *More Info In Bio* https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f3/b4/1d/f3b41d50a2fc623dc6ca0a8da8faffda.jpg

Tattoo 3

This tattoo, relates to the Train tattoo. Nixon has always loved the Circus, he's always enjoyed the theatre that is to it. https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c0/94/be/c094be7d3aee3c78a4186fe180212b71.jpg

Tattoo 4

This tattoo is of his ex-lovers symbol, which he hopes to get covered up or removed. www.tattooshunt.com/images/70/three-arrow-tattoos-on-side-neck.jpg

Likes and DislikesLikes:
1. Sweets (Maple Syrup)
2. Theatre
3. Trapeze
4. Heights
5. Sense of Danger
6. Birds (Bird Watching)
7. Photography

Dislikes:
1. Father
2. Caramel
3. Coals
4. Cuban Cigars
5. Gloating Rich People
Strengths and Weaknesses
Strengths:
1. Flexibility
2. Climbing
3. Shoveling stuff (I know, sounds stupid)
4. Barely any fear
5. Avoiding Conversations about himself.
6. Following Gossip
Weaknesses:
1. Insects
2. Swimming
3. Smoking
4. Opening up
5. Not that smart, refuses to school properly.
7. Nosy
8. Anxious

Bio and PersonalityRelationships: N/A [until accepted]

Personality:
Nixon is a pretty nice guy... When it comes to kind people. He usually hangs out in large crowds, and doesn't speak directly out. His anxieties take the best of him by force, and usually adapts to the surrounding quite fast. He's introverted, but can be red like an open book, that is if he allows you. Depending on the kind of person, he can be rude or kind. He's very observant and takes into consideration on what gossip goes around, as if people were talking about him. Many times Nixon opens up to people, like telling others about his past, where he's from... etc. Nixon's worked all his life, so it's pretty difficult to relax for him, he's always doing something.


Bio:
Nixon's life has always been different. He's traveled the world, by a small section of a train that he calls home. His father's the owner of one of the largest companies in the world, and one of the aspects to it is... Trains. Nixon HATES trains. After spending a peaceful childhood in the country land, his mother died abruptly at a young age. His best friend, Blayze has been through with him and in the thick of it. The three, (Blayze, his Father, and Nixon) moved to the suburbs, and his father got a job in an engineering company. Now, his father is one of the biggest partial owners of transportation. Nixon does own a few trains, but he isn't allowed to have or use any of them until he's 20. Nixon's father spends his time in the office, and Nixon's had enough. He and Blayze got jobs on a train, because it's served him good, three meals a day but hard work to come off of it. This train was however, different. This one would show Circus', and travel around the world to show their tent and group. Nixon and Blayze have also taken up a hobby of surfing, since they are always cooped up in the frontof a train shoveling coal into a fuel pit. He's had little time to himself, but when he does, he takes pictures or smokes. Now, he's come back home for the summer, and is excited to see a camp for him to stay at for awhile, until school starts back up, then he's off to school!

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Phoenix twirled his knife, a dark grin dragging across his face slowly, he eyebrows furrowed and his eyes... Darkened. "You have one. Hour. To get out of here. If I see you again, you're a dead man. You're nothing but a twat that's had the hots for an enemy. Get out." He pointed the knife to the door. "Time starts now. Leave this town, leave this country, continent. I never want to see you again." He shoved the knife in his pocket, the blade coming back to it's holster. He looked at Kallen, dead in the eyes. "I'm going to have fun with the little shits that you think are gods." He smiled softly, then disappearing.

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

What's a good substitute for weed? More weed.

Spoiler

Name: Quinn Beckett
Age: 18
Gender: Cis Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Face Claim: Dylan O'Brien

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height/Weight: 5'5/110lbs
Body Type: Between Ectomorph and mesomorph

Likes: Night Time, Dogs, Hot Cocoa
Dislikes: Snakes, Clowns, Mornings
Strengths: Mathematics, Music, Confidence
Weaknesses: Family, Brutal Honesty, Spelling.

Relationships:
fin , EllaaaEllaaaa , apolla , erzulie , EllaaaEllaaaa , AnimeGenork , EricSings
AJ, Maurice, Sabella, Christina, Eerica, Maggie, Jackie, and Ivan - He isn't close with any of these people. Sure they get on fine but there's nothing really there that makes him close with these people compared to the others.

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Nixon - The Smoky Bois. They hang out all the time behind the school with their favored escape methods. In fact that was how they met. He enjoys chilling with Nixon. He doesn't really think they'd be friends in any other scenario.

Pai Chan , erzulie
Laura and Jesse - Two of his closest friends. He and Laura go way back. They have been performing together for years and they are both incredibly talented when together. The power is through the roof. He thinks she is wonderful and they're like friendship soulmates. Jesse was the first person he came out to back in 9th grade. They had a lot of the same classes and worked together often in them which made him the perfect person to go to in order to finally open up. He told Jesse that he didn't have a crush on him or anything and that was the truth. Other than that they go on hella big clothes shopping sprees and he enjoys them a lot.

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Mark - He may or may not have a crush on Mark. He loves Mark to pieces. He is such an amazing person and he almost idolises him. It hurts a little when Mark and Jesse flirt but Quinn is too anxious to actually do anything about it. He just wishes he was brave enough.

Personality: Quinn is a fairly chill person. He is often seen with an instrument in hand, smoking weed, vaping or ice skating. He is very talented in many areas due to his spontinacity when he was younger. He couldn't keep still and many theorised he had ADHD but he never got diagnosed with anything because that would cost money he didn't have. He is very loyal and will always stand up for those who need it. This lead to people labelling him as aggressive or hot headed. Sure this can be true but he doesn't enjoy being angry. It reminds him too much of his parents.
Bio:
Quinn was born in Minnesota with his Spanish mother and Canadian father. They had met whilst studying at college but they never really had a stable relationship. This lead to many late night fights during Quinn's early childhood. Eventually his mother walked out on them, tired of caring for a child she didn't want and having to listen to a man she didn't love. The son was only 7 at the time but he still retained some strong memories with their arguments imbedded within them.

After this Quinn's life became pretty chill. He went to school, got told off for being too energetic or abrasive, are with his Dad and talked whilst watching Ice Hockey. They moved around a bit which Quinn didn't mind. He saw a lot of new things and his life became full of wonder. In the 8th Grade they finally settled down in order for Quinn to get a good high school education. He met a great group of friends and never was more happy.

WRITING SAMPLE:
Charlie knew very well that they'd probably be on time today. Teachers were picky with people like them. Charlie, plain and simple, was an outcast. They didn't like people and so that automatically made them one by society.

Ugh. Society. How they wished it could crumble and burn.

Anyway, back on topic. Outcasts included, but weren't limited to: nerds and geeks, punks and rebels and hippies and stoners. Now Charlie got straight As. They were on their way to an honor roll in an Ivy League college. They also played music, which some knew about; others thought they just carried his guitar case for show. As well as this, they hung out with the stoners a lot and pinched smokes off them every now and again. All this slapped them in the outcast category but they didn't care. It wasn't like they'd see these people after high school. They had more important things to be doing than staying in contact with them all.

They woke up to their annoying alarm clock whurring at a time too early for normal humans to function. Getting up, as always, proved a challenge for the young musician but the smell of breakfast downstairs helped.

They showered, put their hair up into a man bun and changed into black ripped jeans, a black nirvana shirt, a dark blue hoodie and black boots. They grabbed his skeleton backpack and navy guitar case before running downstairs into the kitchen where a plate of pancakes greeted them.

They smiled. "Thanks Dad." They said to no one in particular.

The old man had clearly left in a hurry. A note was beside the stove with bad handwriting. It said that their father had gone to work and that he'd be back later to make his child's favorite meal before the party.

It was strange to anyone that Beckett of all people would go to a party. They were a recluse but since they accidentally lost a few (and by a few they meant over 20) of the copied invitations that his band made to get people to pay to come to the concert, they felt like they had to go now. It was a dick move and he regretted it. They hoped no one ratted him out to the Oxen. They'd kill him.

They ate the pancakes and of course they were delicious. Their Dad's cooking was the best. They left for school on their old skateboard because they weren't risking being late today. They were glad that they lived close to the school.

They did a few tricks on their way but they were soon at the school. They pushed past a bunch of asshole kids and made his way to his locker. It was near the entrance of the school so they wouldn't have to walk that far. Opening their locker they began to sort out their stuff for the day. They put their books into their bag and put away his skateboard before grabbing their guitar and checking their hair in the mirror. They looked good. They hoped today would run smoothly.

 

[EllaaaEllaaaa]

In a World full of Lollipops, Remain Sucka' Free

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Thy'Basics

Eerica Peyton Thomas
'Angel'
18
Female
BiSexual
Singer/Songwriter

Thy' Stats

KeKe Palmer
5'6
140
hair:Brown/Black
Eyes:Dark Brown

Thy'Persona

---> Romantic
---> Energetic
---> Tolerant
---> Ambitious
---> Understanding

xxx Impulsive xxx
xxx Conceited xxx
xxx Sarcastic xxx
xxx Stubborn xxx

-Likes-
~Singing
~Drinking
~Travling
~Cooking

-Dislikes-
~Cold Weather
~Waking up Early
~Rejection
~Uppity People/Snobbs

La'Historia

Eerica was born in a huge city and was a single child. They were far from rich, and the family was always struggling financially. however, they hid their worry from their daughter as best as they could, and they made her understand education was the key to a better life. She was a perfect student, and she was always complimented about being the brightest in her classes.


This continued until high-school, and India started realizing she was missing out on social events, like dances and parties. She hadn't even had a boyfriend since she was so focused on studies. Eerica suddenly felt robbed of her childhood.


She dropped her Nerdy Girl persona and started slacking off a bit. She started wearing makeup, joined the dance team, and she attracted the eye of a long time crush. Her parents accepted that this would happen one day and they tolerated it until she started to get reckless in her junior year of highschool. She started doing drugs and staying out late or not even returning home until the next day smelling of weed and alcohol. It became clear she lost something else besides her mind as well, and her parents were concerned.


She started selling drugs for extra cash, simply telling herself it was alright to do because it was supporting her family.


However, her mother got breast cancer, and she wasn't lucky. Eerica became homeless after her father put her out unable to control her anymore, Instead of pushing forward and making the best of things Eerica turned to a neighborhood gang in which she was working her way up to leading it. I mean why not? No one else cared for her so why would she care about anyone else.

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Spoiler: Recent Writing sample

BRRRIIIINNNGGG!! The alarm for Eerica roared in her ear but she quickly shut it off. She was already up, actually she was up twenty minutes before the alarm rung.

Eerica paced back and forth in front of her closet “Hmm what to weaarr?” She thought to herself but her thoughts were interrupted by her mother scrambling in the room.

“Oh babydoll your already up. Wow okay” She sat at the edge of her bed which faced the closet.

“Mom we have a ser-we-us problem. I have no clue what to wear!”

Her mom stood up giggling standing by the closet with her daughter “hmm let’s see how about this...?”

She pulled out a pink pencil skirt, a black tank top with a pink cardigan

“Mom your a life saver!” She hugged her mom tightly

“Come on little princess time for breakfast. We have to eat quickly so daddy can walk you to school.”

She quickly ate her cereal and fruit then grabbed her book bag as her dad grabbed her hand after giving mom hugs and kisses.
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@Bancroft Elementary

After about a four minute walk they reached the school. Eerica’s Eyes opened widely. The school was massive. She couldn’t WAIT to see what her classes and classmates were like.

“Okay buh this is it. I love you ” her father said bending down in front of her giving her a tight squeeze and they did their special handshake, then Eerica proceeded to the building looking for her class.

Once she finally found it she walked in happily seeing a few kids already here. She placed her things in her cubby. She spotted one kid playing with blocks and another sitting at her desk. She didn’t know who to approach first. So she approached the little boy with the blocks first.
Sitting next to him.

“Hi I’m Eerica!” She said with the most friendliest expression. She hoped to make a lot of friends
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Relationships: Eerica and Maurice are the best of friends. She can be classified the female version of him. Inseparable since first grade. They are the definition of a bond that cannot be broken. she also knows of his long time crush on Christina and she has high hopes of them hitting it off​

 

[erzulie]

Jesse James​

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Name
Jesse James
Age (16-19)
19
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Bisexual
Faceclaim
ArieVogues
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Eye Color
Brown
Hair Color
Black
Height/Weight
5’8 & 168lbs
Body Type
Lithe & Lighty muscled
Tattoos/Piercings/Ect
Ear piercings || Tongue piercing

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Likes
Coffee || Music || Dogs || Trying new things || Fashion || Basketball || Spicy foods
Dislikes
Cats || Bitter foods || Bigots || Drama || Mornings || Pastels
Strengths
Creative || Problem-solving || Quick-learner
Weaknesses
Impatient || Petty || His temper
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Relationships
Christina Johnson - “Bestfran you better get it” They’ve been friends since birth. Not only were the neighbors the two of them are also distant cousins. They were inseparable as kids and are still inseparable as young adults. Christina was the first person who he came out to.

Sabella Pearson - Whoo these two together equals fun and chaos. Being the wild things that they are they enjoy getting into trouble together.

Mark Stanton - They tension between the two of them is thick enough to cut with a knife. They’re not really close but occasionally they party together. Jesse enjoys flirting and bantering with him.

Quinn Beckett - They’ve been cool since freshman year. Jesse was the first person that Quinn came out to. He enjoys the occasional smoke session with him and dragging him along for some shopping

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Personality
Jesse is a fun loving person and a bit of a goofball. He enjoys going out and having fun. Jesse always says that he’s willing to try anything twice. Since he was a child Jesse was a bit of a wild card. He’d get in trouble for talking too much or skipping class or even pranking teachers and students. Jesse has a love for fashion and dressing on point. He makes it his goal to never dress trashy.

To strangers Jess can come across as mean. He doesn’t hang with just anyone and it’s overly friendly. Once you gain his friendship you’re in for lots of laughs and fun. Jesse has a temper of him. He isn’t afraid to get physical or confront others.He’s a blunt person who doesn’t like to beat around the bush. He’s made up of 95% sass. Jesse doesn’t mind cutting people down verbally, in fact he enjoys putting others in their face.
Bio: [1-2 paragraphs]
Jesse is the middle child of six kids. His life has always been anything but ordinary. His family wasn’t rich but comfortable. His mother worked as a nurse and his father was a mailman. His house was usually filled with noise, rarely was it quiet when everyone was home. Jesse went to school with all of his siblings since they were close in age. The six of them were close and even though they didn’t hang together they had each other’s backs. Jesse’s school life was normal. He made friends and had good grades.

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Spoiler: Writing Sample

So far is experience at Dubois had been pretty decent. The laid-back nature of university life was something that he liked. He was still pretty much a loner, having one or two people that he would call friends. He got along well with the other members of his club but they weren’t very close. Malik usually did what he had to do and go about his business. Today they’d be meeting to go over the play that would take place in a few weeks. No one would have expected that someone like Malik would be interested in something like theater. Sports or something equally as “manly” would suit him better they’d say. Malik didn’t bother to correct them when they tried to guess what he was doing here. Today he would be helping with costumes and makeup for the upcoming play. His skills when it came to makeup and making clothes came as a surprise to himself even.

As he walked into the room Malik was greeted by the other members. He nodded as a greeting when he was addressed. Malik watched as people brought in props and other things that would be of use to the club. He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of his name being called. He was called over to begin with the sewing of a variety of costumes.

 

[EllaaaEllaaaa]

Name: Maurice Wells Jr.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetrosexual
Face Claim: Chris Brown

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Changes
Height/Weight: 6'4/210
Body Type:

Spoiler: Body

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.

Spoiler: Tats

Likes: [3+]
-Singing/rapping
-Dancing
-Graffiti
-Drawing
-Partying

Dislikes: [3+]
-Rudeness
-Disrespect
-Fakeness
-Boring people

Strengths: [3+]
-Getting girls
-Flirting
-Playing football
-Basketball
-Playing guitar
-Humorous
-Art
Weaknesses: [3+]
-Rejection
-Too Blunt
-Can be obnoxious

Relationships: Maurice and Christina have been cool since 9th grade always goofing off and writing crazy songs together that they sung even though she sang them horribly, she bought a lot of laughter and fun in his life..I guess that’s why he’s fallen for her..

Eerica and Maurice are the best of friends. She can be classified the female version of him. Inseparable since first grade. They are the definition of a bond that cannot be broken.
Personality: [1-2 paragraphs]
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"I’m a rather carefree guy. I like what I like which is a lot, but that can change in a snap. I can be obnoxious and blunt sometimes but I don’t always mean to be. And if I’m being goofy or Loud or Weird, I’m comfortable around you! I can sometimes get a bit too friendly and touchy-feely. If I like you, don’t offend me and that won’t change.
I'm outgoing with a great sense of humor. I’m willing to help anyone in need and when I’m in, I’m all in. Not necessarily a happy personality, but a funny personality, I guess.
I would say that I am very generous; I take pleasure in sharing and feel some guilt when I’m in a position to share something but am not able to.And I would say that I sometimes lack self-control, and when I lose my temper it shows a dark side of me which I am increasingly aware of. It’s obvious to me that after I lose my temper, I feel guilty and sad. I have improved regarding myself control and continue to work on it. I am fairly easy going. I am willing to help anyone at any time. I do not like to be taken advantage of.
I have good leadership qualities and am confident of myself. I am a kind-hearted caring individual that looks out for others. I try to help in any way possible and I am always looking out for my family. I have a good view on life and I am the happiest I have ever been. I’m a honest and hardworking individual. I am usually busy and like to pursue my goals wholeheartedly."

Bio: [1-2 paragraphs]

Maurice also known as "MJ" was a multi-talented kid. Raised by only his father Carter and big sister Tahlia MJ was growing into an inspiring young man even though his circumstances wasn't all that great. He lived in the ghetto or the "Streets" as others preferred to call it, but it was home for him. When he was thirteen years old MJ's mother Lavae left him and the family to pursue her washed out acting career, that never took off. He never fully forgave his mother, so he had to rely on is big sister to teach him things only a mother can.

Despite MJ's circumstances he worked hard in school, he had a lot riding his football, basketball and hopeful singing career was on the line, it was his life and he had to uphold at least a C-Average in school. MJ was of course the ladies man but he never had a girl look at him as more as the Singing foot and basketball player.

​

 

[fin]

code by pasta

Anthony-Jameson Trey Washington

♥

Anthony-Jameson "A.J." T. Washington
18
Male
Heterosexual
Keith Powers

Olive Green Eyes
Dark Brown Hair
173lbs., 6'0"
Mesomorph
Tattoos across chest, each with significant meaning

♥

Likes: [3+]
Sports
Proper Body Care
Meaningful Relationships
Parties
Drinking
Nas, Tupac, Notorious B.I.G.
Cars

Dislikes: [3+]
Disloyalty
Two-Faces/Fake Friends
Spoiled Brats/Snobs
Smoking
Stereotypes (Black Male)
Being judged for believing in Christianity

Strengths: [3+]
Muscular
Charming
Loyal
Truthful
Intuitive

Weaknesses: [3+]
Over-trusting
Emotional
Possesive
Obsessive
Anger-Issues

♥

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Personality
A.J. is a very relaxed individual, and doesn't often speak unless it's warranted. He prefers watching drama unfold in front of him, rather than get involved in it, something he'd been taught since childhood. He still keeps himself relevant, as proven in highschool that he's not some sort of nomad. Anthony does speak out, and when he does so, with emphasis. He's a talented speaker, and has used this as a way to improve his flirtatiousness, a field in which he easily excels at as a cause of both looks and his mysterious personality. A.J. isn't lustful with it though, and even with the line of women lined up to sleep with him, he's turned down the latter due to having his own personal preferences instead of going for the hoes. He prides himself at the self-control in that area of his life as well. He looks out for lasting friendships and relationships, and with the amount of "friends" he's got in the highschool, the real, meaningful relationships are very scarce. He tries to stay loyal and trustworthy at all times. Finally, also despite his position in the highschool hierarchy as a jock, if it wasn't already obvious, A.J. is pretty introverted, and keeps to himself. He only changes this demeanour if he spots out a girl he likes, or at parties where he sheds his skin.

A.J. wasn't always quiet though, and still holds many of the weaknesses he's trying to bleach from his persona. Since the eigth grade, having lost his mother to cancer, A.J. had always used his popularity to beat down on the other children, and had developed a serious anger issue problem. His father even had him referenced to a doctor in fear his son might've had some sort of Schizophrenia. His mother's death beat down on him for years, causing him to beat down on those around him. It wasn't until mid-way into the tenth grade that A.J. changed himself for the better, quieter. He still retains his same popularity and status, even with his lack of interference, but has still struggled with the same persona problems.

Biography
A.J. was born to Larissa and Malcolm Washington, a stable marriage with steady income for the family. He was the only child of the couple due to his mother's barrenness ever since her first miscarriage after him. In spite of their jinxed luck with adding more to the family, Larissa and Malcolm were completely fine with a sole son. Malcolm's father, a respected doctor in the city, worked long hours, for days, leaving Anthony alone with his stay-at-home mother. A.J. and his mother had a very strong bond, and he'd often go to her for advice whenever he needed so. She understood children, especially her little boy, A.J., who'd come to share everything with his mother. He had a normal childhood, growing up in a comfortable home with every need of his fulfilled.

By age 13, it was then that Anthony had really been tested. Years ago, his mother had been diagnosed with Stage 1 Leukemia, and received the respected chemo and therapy needed for her diagnosis. The money had come pretty easy, their family had a great system financially, and always had money in the bank. He was only seven at the time of the diagnosis, and so didn't fully comprehend anything but the fact that "mommy was sick." Growing up in a Christian household, Anthony would often pray for his mother, and in years time, the cancer had been deemed gone from his mother's system. It wasn't until five years after, he'd aged thirteen, that his mother fell very ill once more. The cancer had returned, and this time, it'd been too late. After a year and three months of battling the illness, Larissa Carter-Washington passed away at 02:33, on February 28, 2012. He was sorrowful for months at the death, his father understood why and went through a similar turmoil.

Without guidance from his mother, and a father he never really communicated to without his mother, A.J. could only see the wrong in his life. His father fell to drinking, he himself began taking out his anger on his fellow schoolmates, and watched his grades slip away from solid A's to a barely passing mark. Anthony sometimes even indulged in his father's wine case when he was at work, having began doing so at fourteen years of age. Depression hit him very hard in those years, until his father was introduced to another pastor. He and his father were prayed over, and in spite of his early life filled with going to church some Sundays, reading the bible some nights, his father devoted himself to Christ, and even with the lack of interest, A.J. found that reading the holy book had come to help him.

Concerning his school, A.J. had also put his life back together, a member of most varsity sports teams as well as an invitee to many of the parties.

​

Spoiler: Writing Sample//Used This As An Opportunity to Show What Happened at the Hospital the Night of His Mother's Death

His heart pounded against his chest, as if it wanted to rip itself out of A.J.'s rib cage. He sat down in the lobby of the General Hospital, his hands tight around the arms of the chair. He was sweating, crying, he tried to stop himself, to be a man, but the fear, it was unbearable. He turned to gritting his teeth for help as he looked up from the floor, the tears running down his cheeks. His father was in the intensive care unit with his mother. She was his rock, his anchor, what could he achieve without her being there for him? "Nothing, I'm nothing without her." He thought to himself, grunting once more. No thirteen year old should have to go through what A.J. was going through now, the silent assassin of cancer had chosen to prey on his mother. Anthony didn't understand why he wasn't allowed into the ICU with his father, he was sure being in the same room as his mother would help her. Standing up from his seat, he stumbled his first steps. He'd come to realise that it wasn't the thought of not achieving without her that haunted him, the thought of never hearing her voice again, never seeing her again, that crept into his head. He voided out the other patients in the lobby, staring at the poor kid. Hauling what felt like weights on his leg, Anthony made his way to the room his mother was in, huffing as he quickened his pace from a walk to a jog, then a run, before he knew it, he was sprinting down the hall, wiping the tears off of his face.

He pushed his shoulder into the room he thought was his mother's, standing awe-eyed at what he found. The heart monitor was going into a frenzy, his mother's body shaking on the bed. His father attempted to hold her hands, to settle her down on the bed, but A.J. knew what was going to happen. She was going to die. Another new surge of tears escaped his eyes as he ran towards her, his head lay on her shaking chest, his arms wrapped around her in spite of the doctor behind him cautioning him away from her. She calmed down as he embraced her, "I love you..." She said, before the monitor's beeping went to a faint. Her eyes stared up at the ceiling, not moving; she'd passed away. Tears were shed that day, all through the ride home, and even with the time late ate night, Anthony couldn't sleep. His heart carried too much pain to succumb to the bed, his mother had died, but he felt as if the same had happened to him.

 

[erzulie]

Christina Johnson

basics

Name:
Christina Johnson
Age: [16-19]
17
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Face Claim:
Justine Skye

appearance

Eye Color:
Brown
Hair Color:
Purple
Height/Weight:
5’3 & 153lbs
Body Type:
Petite & Curvy
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.
None

personality

Likes: [3+]
Hip-hop and R&B || Dying her hair || Cats || Smoothies || Actions movies || Mystery novels
Dislikes: [3+]
Dogs || Sour things || Rain || Broccoli
Strengths: [3+]
Fast || Observant || Honest || Eye for Aesthetics || Open-mind
Weaknesses: [3+]
Naive || Sensitive || Grudge-holder || A little sheltered
Personality: [1-2 paragraphs]
Christina is a kind-hearted young woman who is a bit on the naive side. Seeing the best in others is something that she usually does, which leads her to being taken advantage of. She was a little spoiled and sheltered by her parents but not overtly so. She’s someone who loves to be helpful. It keeps her busy and stops her from being bored. Christina is someone who thrives on social interactions. She prefers to be with others than by herself. Usually she’s surrounded by a group of people.

Christina wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s an open book when it comes to how she’s feels. She’s a sensitive girls but tries to hide it (unsuccessfully at that). Christina is trusting but if someone wrongs her it’s likely that she won’t forgive them or at least hold it against them for a while. She loves to hang out with her friends and have a good time.

roleplay info

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]
Maurice Wells Jr. - The two of them are cool. Christina things that he has a nice singing voice. He’s always been super nice to her. She enjoys clowning around with him and trying to sing with with him despite the fact that she sounds like a drowned cat.

Jesse James - “Go bestfran, that’s my bestfran!” These two are as thick as thieves. They both share a love for fashion. They were neighbors for years and could never be separated. They’re distant cousins as well. Christina was the first person that he came out to.

Sabella Pearson - Sabella is the night to Christina’s day. The two of them get along pretty well despite their differences. Sabella is always getting Christina to let loose from time to time while Christina tries to keep her from getting two wild.

Mark Stanton - They have a sibling type bond. Christina thinks of him as a big brother. Since she has no siblings Christina likes Mark’s older brother attitude towards her.

Quinn Beckett - They get along well but they’re not very close

Facts/Misc Info

Bio: [1-2 paragraphs]
Christina was adopted by a gay couple when she was only two years old. She was never told about her real parents and she never asked. She had to deal with a lot of shit because of her mamas but she didn’t let it get to her. At least she wasn’t lucky enough to have parents that loved her. In school Christina’s known for being a social butterfly and a fashionista. It’s why she has such a large group of friends.

In school Christina was always involved in school activities, from prom committee to yearbook. She was always doing something and helping out. Her grades were good in school, she managed to keep a B average throughout highschool. Overall her life had been pretty normal.

coded by @lorde

Spoiler: Writing Sample

After receiving a snap from one of the students on campus Angelique stopped what had been doing. Never before had she missed an opportunity to have a good time and she didn’t plan on starting now. Not to mention that she could use this party to be seen and meet some of her classmates as well. If it turned out to be lame she’d leave without a second thought. The young woman climbed out of her bed, heading to her walk in closet to find the perfect outfit to wear. Being the perfectionist that she was it took a few hours before she settled on what to wear. Her outfit consisted of a short red dress made with suede, a light blue jean jacket, and some red bottom heels. Her makeup had been done to enhance her looks instead of change them. After she finished with her hair Angelique grabbed her purse and headed out.

Her parents weren’t home, both individuals were busy with work. After grabbing her car keys she went into the garage. Her baby was cherry red in color, the sports car had been a gift from an aunt. Angelique once inside the girl was off. Before long she had reached her destination. As she pulled up she could see that the party was already popping. People stood outside while talking and chilling with friends. Angelique parked her car and got out. She walked to the entrance, taking in all that she saw. It was a cute little home, nice but not as nice as her own. As she walked in Angelique took a look around. Inside was just as…cute as the outside. She watched as people danced and drank. There was no servants in sight but she wasn’t surprised. Angelique could feel some of the stares of her fellow students. She ignored them as she walked further into the house.

Angelique took off her jacket and hung it up, hopefully no one would steal it. It happened to be one of her favorites. She walked over to the alcohol and settled for something that wouldn’t get her too drunk so soon. She grabbed a wine cooler and uncapped it.

 

[apolla]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

basic

Name: Mark Stanton
Nicknames: Marky
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual

Mark Stanton

Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown
Weight: 165lbs
Height: 6'3
Tattoos: pictured
Piercings: just his ears

Personality
Mark will try just about anything once, whether it be some strange food you bring him or some stupid activity you dare him to do. He loves pranks, jokes, and puns. He's always laughing, or at least goofing off. It's almost surprising that someone like him is actually going to finish college, but he is. Not with honors or anything, but he's going to finish and make his family proud. He's thinking about working with kids, though he's not exactly sure yet.

He hates seeing a girl cry. It's probably something that makes him angry the most. At whoever made them cry, not the girls themselves. He is bi, and has fooled around with guys before, but never been in a relationship with one. Sometimes his jokes and pranks go too far, maybe that's why he's not in a serious relationship now. He doesn't plan on changing, though, so whoever he ends up with is gonna have to deal with it.

Biography
Mark is the oldest out of 5 children, all girls other than him. His parents were young when they had him, so his sisters are all at least seven years younger than him. By the time their second born came around, they were experts at parenting. Or so they claimed. They were no longer scared children, trying to raise a baby. They were successful in their own rights, his father a chef and his mother a teacher. Neither job paid enough to make them rich, but they had what they needed: a roof, clothes, food.

Mark, even as a baby, loved to laugh. It was his favorite thing to do. That part of him just escalated as he grew, and he was a great big brother, always making his sisters giggle and smile. He rarely got angry, and when he did, it didn't really last long. The biggest problem they had with Mark was teaching him not to talk to strangers, because he just liked people so much. He was his sisters plaything, always letting them do his hair or his nails. But he doesn't take shit from people for it-- he punched a kid in middle school for calling him a I'm uncultured when he showed up to school having forgotten to take the lime green polish off of his fingernails.

He played the part of the protective older brother very well. He didn't just go around punching people because they deserved it, because that's just not who he was. He did threaten quite a few people for messing with his sisters, and will continue to do so as they continue through school and most likely their life afterwards. It is harder now that he's gone away to college, but he's going into his last year, and is looking forward to moving back home afterwards with his degree.

coded by DeerPrince​

​

 

[EricSings]

IT'S GONNA BE ONE HOT SUMMER. ​

(the man himself)
Name: Ivan J. Santos
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Man
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Face Claim: Bernardo Valasco

(don't gawk, it's not polite)

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark brown
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 182
Body Type: A Brazilian man with wonderful features, strong statures, and a chill attitude.

(what he's all about)

Personality: While he is out and presented before others, he chooses to display manners and a sense of leadership. He protects those who can't, and doesn't take dishonesty lightly. While he is far from being all-knowing, he likes to believe he has insight to offer others. Many consider him to be charming and of relaxed nature, his emotions easily read through his eyes.

Likes: Music, spending time with his friends and loved ones, working out, nature, and the occasional pampering.
Dislikes: Dishonesty, people who don't listen, not feeling like he is good enough, even if this feeling usually doesn't last very long.
Strengths: He is direct with those he meets, enjoys being able to encourage others, and envisions a bright future.
Weaknesses: He doesn't like the cold, certain women, and the idea of going to a club without a friend.

(the story behind the man)

Family: Jasmine M. Santos (sixty, repairs helicopters)
Victor L. Santos (sixty-one, health specialist)

History: Ivan grew up as an only child, and even though his mother initially wanted a girl, she gave all of her love to her son. She would often bring him along to work, placing him in school a little later than he should have been. People always told his parents how polite, sweet, and intelligent he was. Once he reached high school, he excelled in the arts and literature, although the sciences were somewhat challenging.

For most of his life, Ivan was always very appreciative. He never really rebelled like some of the friends he made, and does his best to stay chill. Not only does this help him in his life, but he's pretty sure the ladies appreciate it, as well. It is important for him to learn as he goes, and create strong bonds with those in his life. Ivan is ready for fun adventure, and to the best of his ability, is preparing for all that life has to offer.

(those who know him)

I am open to mostly any ideas you may have~

Spoiler: just a taste of my love

A breeze that smelled of ocean water was inhaled deeply, a light smile painting her face as she exhaled. She almost reached for Oliver's hand, but instead walked by his side through the luxurious hotel doors. The graceful mannerisms of the hotel crew went unnoticed as they motioned the pair inside. Her neck extended slightly, eyes wide open as she admired the intricate detail on the hotel ceilings and walls. It wasn't long before a woman wearing a white blouse and dark blue pencil skirt approached them both. Almost instantly, Elisa couldn't help but comment on her beige high heels, "I like your shoes."

The hotel worker lit up, specifically her cheeks, as she then proceeded to walk back behind the counter. "Welcome to the Leo Carrillo Hotel, may I have your name?"

"Elisa Leclerc."

"Ah, here you are," the woman spoke beneath her breath, "the VIP room just became available." It was silent for a few a moments, Elisa holding back the urge to twirl about. She gets dizzy easily, anyway.

"Excuse me," a deep voice beckoned them, from behind, "would you like help taking your luggage to your suite?"

Elisa shook her head, purposely allowing strands of hair to cover a mistake she made when plucking her left eyebrow. The man bid them adieu. Attention was back on the woman behind the counter, who presumed to hand the pair a brochure with information of the hotel and neighboring amenities. She bowed gently.

"Well," Elisa began, "I entered this contest at work, and strangely enough, my name was drawn." A family passed them both, waiting before the grand elevator before its doors opened. "Looks like we are taking the stairs, you ready?"

 

[AnimeGenork]

• Maggie Darling
• Jackie Dear

• 
  
  
  

  Magdalene Lewis​

  

  
  NAME
  

  [Magdalene Lewis]​

  NICKNAME
  

  [Maggie, Songbird]​

  AGE
  

  [16]​

  GENDER
  

  [Female]​

  SEXUALITY
  

  [Bisexual]​

  FACE CLAIM
  

  [Kacey Rohl]​

  PERSONALITY
  
  

  Magdalene has a limitless imagination, so much so that she doesn’t know where all her ideas come from. She’s the kind of girl who carries around a notebook solely for writing down the ideas that come to head, only to later plot them out into a full story idea. Along with that imagination comes a full range of emotions. She channels these into her music, which mostly consists of singing. Magdalene fills most of her waking hours with some sort of music, whether it's listening to it, humming it, or singing it at the top of her lungs. Sometimes she can't control herself from singing a song that pops into her head--after all, she knows songs of most, if not all, genres.
  
  Most of Magdalene's social encounters involve kind words and positive remarks. She wants nothing more than for the people around her to smile and be happy. So she'll do anything to make it to happen, and she excels at doling out hugs. However, if she's uncomfortable with the conversation at hand, she will try to exit as soon as possible by any means possible. Considering she never tries to fully get close to people, one would normally say that she has trust issues, but really, she fears that she trusts too easily. This can be taken as her being too gullible or too cautious, but either way, she seems to find herself in quite a bit of trouble, no matter how hard she tries to get out of it. Conversations with her are rarely dull, though, which tends to work in her favor. If she likes you, you'll probably never know. She's quite good at hiding what she's really feeling behind a kind smile.
  
  

  
  

  x
  

  APPEARANCE AND OTHER
  
  

  Eye Color: Crystalline Blue
  Hair Color: Chestnut Brown
  Height: 5'5"
  Weight: 118 lbs
  Body Type: Ectomorph
  Tattoos/Piercings: N/A
  Features: Burn scars on ankles
  
  Likes:
  ~History
  ~Music
  ~Writing
  ~Sunsets
  ~Cats
  Dislikes:
  ~Heights
  ~Silence
  ~Fireplaces
  ~Soda
  ~Horses
  Strengths:
  ~Singing
  ~Petsitting
  ~History homework
  ~Hugging
  Weaknesses:
  ~Making fires
  ~Anything not music related
  ~Dating
  ~Kitties
  
  Relationships: N/A FOR NOW
  
  

  
  

  x
  

  HISTORY
  
  

  Magdalene's parents weren't the kindest of people. Though they took care of her, they only did it for their own benefit. As they lived in poverty, they used the added persuasion of a young girl to barter help from the kindhearted. She suffered from the lack of love from her parents. The people who helped them showed a far greater love to her than they ever had.
  
  One night, she was playing by the fireplace in the new place where they'd decided to take up residence. Her parents were eating, but Magdalene played too close to them, and her mother shoved her daughter's legs away from her straight into the fire. The owner of the house saw this and hurried to pull Magdalene out of the fire and rush her to the hospital. Doctors did everything they could, but she would have scars on her ankles for the rest of her life. The house's owner couldn't take this blatant abuse anymore. Child Services came and took Maggie's parents away, and though they begged her to tell them it was all a lie, she didn't bother. Her parents didn't love her, and they never would. As horrible as it was, she was happy to see them go.
  
  Thus, she bounced around in the foster care system, expecting each time that the new family would love her in a way her parents couldn't. Naturally, they didn't. Rather, they pretended to as well. And each time, she believed them. It reached a point where she would run with the bad crowds in school, though of course she didn't realize she was doing it. Eventually, she got out of the foster care system when a richer family took her in. They didn't necessarily adopt her, but the mother became her legal guardian. Her triplets, though older than Maggie, became her best friends and something like family to her.
  
  Maggie still feels as if she'll lose this new family of hers someday. And though she's made friends at school, finally, she fears someday that they'll leave her to, only to tell her that they never cared about her in the first place. But she'll stay with them for now, because being with others who maybe don't like you is better than being alone with yourself.
  
  
  

  
  

  code by Aukanai ​
  
  
• 
  
  
  

  Jacqueline Royster​

  

  
  NAME
  

  [Jacqueline Royster]​

  NICKNAME
  

  [Jackie, Jack]​

  AGE
  

  [19]​

  GENDER
  

  [Female]​

  SEXUALITY
  

  [Bisexual]​

  FACE CLAIM
  

  [Kirstin Maldonado]​

  PERSONALITY
  
  

  f you wanted flirty, you got it. Jacqueline has no filter when it comes to sexual connotations and saying "wink wink" out loud. Should she find someone who genuinely interests her, she will begin the process of flirting. Yeah, a relationship would be nice. But she never expressly said that a short fling wasn't okay, now, did she? But she'll only get into it if she's interested in the person, and if they're interested in her. If the person's only into her looks, she'll drop them before they can get a kiss. She hates being seen as nothing more than an object. By transitive property, she hates sexism and anything to do with it.
  
  When she's not flirting, Jackie's attempting to be as ironic as possible. Irony is her favorite thing ever, and so she looks for it everywhere she goes. When she gets right down to it, she most often enjoys discussions about science. It's her best subject in school, especially since she wants to become a doctor someday. Anyone who shares a similar dream automatically gains her respect, and she doles out random nicknames like she doles out flirting. As for music, Jackie is quite fond of acapella. It fascinates her, but her obsession with it is almost unhealthy. As is her love for all things fashion. Don't ask her for a makeover; you won't be let back into the world for at least three hours. Unless...you're okay with that type of thing...
  
  

  
  

  x
  

  APPEARANCE AND OTHER
  
  

  Eye Color: Dark Brown
  Hair Color: Dyed Blond
  Height: 5'4"
  Weight: 147 lbs
  Body Type: Ectomorph
  Tattoos/Piercings: Two piercings in right eyebrow
  
  Likes:
  ~Smoking
  ~Delicious irony
  ~Science
  ~The idea of a relationship
  ~Her younger brother
  Dislikes:
  ~Misogynistic bigots
  ~The fact that she's doing exactly what her parents want
  ~Being pressured to do something she doesn't want to
  ~Doing anything she'll regret
  ~Cheaters
  Strengths:
  ~Flirting shamelessly with whomever catches her interest
  ~Anything that has to do with science
  ~Looking/acting sassy without really putting in effort
  ~Speaking Dutch
  Weaknesses:
  ~Being away from her nicotine
  ~Dealing with people who scoff at her smoking
  ~Guys with abs
  ~Fabulous outfits
  
  Relationships: N/A FOR NOW
  
  

  
  

  x
  

  HISTORY
  
  

  The most interesting thing about Jacqueline's early life was her assistance in delivering her baby brother. The midwife was late, and everyone else was panicking. Six-year-old Jackie, however, immediately took charge, bossing the others around until they finally snapped out of their daze and did what she said. Somehow, she managed to successfully deliver the baby, and do everything a doctor normally would. To this day, her family can't explain, and neither can she, for that matter. Something about kids being smarter than adults sometimes?
  
  After the whole endeavor, Jacqueline's parents started pushing her to study hard to become a doctor. Who were they to dictate what her life should be? She'd do what she wanted to, and that was final. Ironically, she actually wanted to become a doctor, anyway, for herself more than for her parents. It was then that her real struggle with her parents began in earnest. She was only eight years old.
  
  The family was very well off and living comfortably. Her parents were snobs, and her older sister was like them. Her younger brother, however, took after Jackie, and followed in rebelling against their parents. They were quite the duo, and did everything they could to avoid having to do what their parents said. However, neither her sister nor her brother were pressured the way Jackie was. The delivery of her brother had proved to them that she had a natural talent for things like those. Whenever anyone in the family had a cold, she was considered the primary caretaker, which both angered her and made her happy.
  
  By the time she was a teenager, Jackie made a decision to rebel further and began smoking. Surprisingly, she found she enjoyed it, and continued to do so in both an effort to be ironic and to look cool. She never did drugs, she never drank alcohol, but she smoked. A lot. In any case, Jackie did well in school, especially her science classes. Teachers were very impressed with her intrigue and skill in the subject, and soon she was accelerated in her classes, learning from the best of the best. Her parents had told her to become a doctor, and by golly, she was on the track to do so, but with an added dream. If she could help it, Jackie would be the doctor to cure cancer.
  
  By then, Jackie had a boyfriend. He was good to her, and she him. They made jokes about her being his doctor, and she actually thought she loved him at one point. That is, until she found out he'd been cheating on her with not one, but five girls. When she found out, she slapped him across the face and stormed away. Jackie had given him everything, and he'd thrown it away as if it was nothing. Maybe that was what eventually caused her to start flirting shamelessly, but nobody could really know. It was clear, however, that the experience had scarred her in some way.
  
  Yeah, Jackie's life hasn't been terrible. That doesn't mean she won't complain every now and then. Still, she's one of those people who's there for her friends when they need her, and in this life, what else could you ask for?
  
  

  
  

  code by Aukanai ​
  
  

Spoiler: Writing Sample

The least her mother could've done was understand that she didn't want to wear a skirt. She hated skirts with a burning passion, almost as much as she hated the idea of unicorns and rainbows. Oh, well, at least she'd managed to swap out all the fancy dresses Mom had put in her suitcases for her usual cargo pants, tanks tops, etc. That thought continued to make Skylie smirk as she wandered around the ship. She passed many rooms that radiated with different colors, but she didn't bother go inside them. A mix of colors, plus loud noises? She was not getting a headache today.

Eventually, she made it to the front deck, where there was quite the gathering of people her age. Their auras were mixes of colors, but they kept returning to red: anger and frustration. One boy was peering down into the water anxiously, while another girl chewed out a boy for heaven knows what. Both boys were shirtless for some reason, though one was still dripping. Maybe he'd been at the pool? Whatever, all that mattered was that apparently someone had fallen in the water. Whether it was the dark-haired boy's fault or not remained to be seen. Checking that her Eiffel tower keychain was securely in her duffel bag, she dropped it with a loud thunk! and walked over to the small group.

Normally, people would ask, "What's going on?" or something else relating concern. No, Skylie instead broke in with, "Can all of you shut up? Your colors are giving me a headache." Looking over the railing into the water below, Skylie sighed. "If you guys aren't going to do anything, I guess I'll have to." Clambering onto the railing, Skylie glared down at the water. She didn't have anything against the water itself, but rather, what she'd have to do with it after fetching the girl. With a sigh, she dove into the water, trying to remember if she could swim or not.

Once in the water, Skylie looked around, searching for the girl. A little ways below her was the girl, her fiery red hair floating around her like flames. Swimming over to the girl, Skylie wrapped her arms around her waist, kicking with all her might to swim to the surface. When her head broke through the water, she adjusted her grip on the girl, slapping her lightly on the cheek to see if she'd wake up. Unfortunately, she was out cold. Damn. Turning to look up at the deck she dove from, she narrowed her eyes and focused on the water surrounding her. Slowly, water droplets lifted from the ocean, rising to the side of the ship. They swirled in the air until finally there was a rainbow ladder--or, really, a ladder made of rainbows--scaling the height of the boat.

Wrapping the girl's arms around her shoulders and hooking her legs around her waist, she gripped the ladder with one hand, noting the brightness of the sun. If she didn't hurry, the ladder would dissipate into thin air. Skylie used all her agility as a former street urchin to climb the ladder, feeling the rungs disappear as soon as her feet left them. Her eyebrows knit together in determination until finally, she'd reached the railing she had dove off of minutes before. She pulled the upper half of her body over the railing, dropping the girl rather unceremoniously onto the deck. Skylie herself somehow flipped and landed in a crouch, breathing heavily. Standing up and wringing the water out of her hair, she glanced down at the girl. Her gaze flitted up to the other people around her. "I don't know what happened, but next time, don't just stand there freaking out. Do something about it." The words came out harshly, but she meant every word she said. Sitting around doing nothing got you nowhere, especially when someone's life was on the line.

With a yawn, Skylie scratched her head. "We should either go find a nurse or doctor, or give her CPR, quick, before it's too late." Being the girl she was, Skylie would've done it, but CPR was not in her repertoire of skills. And she wasn't going to carry that girl again.​

 

[Velkyn]

Valentin Landau
"I think you think too much of me"

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Spoiler: Writing Sample

Wynnter Velatha

Wynnter took note of the many standing near as the conversation took place. She noted the guide, who stood almost unspeakably taller than her, yet seemed to give a friendly aura. She returned her greeting, a subtle hand over her chest. Just behind her stood a tall man, decked in an elaborate set of shining sheets of steel. Further observation brought her attention to a solemn figure, who she hadn't caught the eye of yet. There were many others on the deck, including a hearty captain spouting orders at bustling crewmen as the ship was prepared. It was almost surreal to her, her heart stuck in her throat as she fixed her mind on the conversation held between the guide and her mentor. The one she still didn't know the name of. The talking was brief, and the dismissal shorter as he made his way down the ramp to the ground, easily disappearing into the crowd as loud clanging could be heard from beneath the ship.

Wynnter looked to the horizon as the captain bellowed an order, one she ignored, assuming it was to the crew. How she regretted her action when her knees all but buckled from underneath her, forcing her to a knee as the vessel leaped skyward. She could hear someone laughing as she struggled to regain her balance, embarrassed as she nearly toppled to the side once more. She found a rail and clung to it for what felt like years, but was but a minute as the ship found a height and speed that was unparalleled to anything she had ever seen before. Wynnter finally found her footing and stood, acclimating her mind to ignore the speed at which they were travelling, what seemed feet above the canopy of the forests. It was then that the guide spoke, Wynnter had caught her name amidst conversation, "Talyndra" she thought, and made sure to commit the name to memory.

She listened to the wind as it whistled over the deck, almost producing the howl that a storm would bring. A few minutes passed before she had the confidence to walk, and she was almost sure she was the last to do so. Nevertheless, she listened as the guide began explaining the ship, she did so with a attentive nature in her voice. She recited knowledge in a way that made it clear she loved the craft. She showed them all to their rooms, small but cozy nooks among the ships length. Wynnter even greeted a few others, catching a few other names and, arguably more important, getting to know the faces of those she traveled with. It wasn't until they had been through the entirety of the ship, through the corridors and stairways that led to many beautiful works of craftsmanship, that they retired to their rooms. She enjoyed most of it, especially the large, elegant crystal that she now knew powered the ship's flight. She felt secure among it now as it prowled its way above the trees with a mechanical grace.

Wynnter bid a few goodnight as they returned to their chambers, the sunlight fading as the crossed the deck to do so. She already knew she couldn't sleep, even with the appealing nature of the bed and small-scale room. She would spend a matter of hours trying, of course, but to no prevail. Whether it be the speed and momentum of the vessel, or her anxiousness of whats to come, she couldn't settle into a sleep. She found entertainment in gazing out the small window, watching the many trees pass at speed she equated to that of lightning, but also taking note of everything she carried. She would come to tuck her daggers in precarious places, up a sleeve or in a waistline, making sure they were hard to spot. After what happened, she never let them out of sight. Tucking the larger, engraved one in the small of her back, she deemed it necessary that she find a better way of concealing them as soon as she could.

She became restless as the hours droned on, and eventually made her way into the corridor, remaining as quiet as she could as to not wake any that had found sleep. She caught the odd look from the occasional crewman as she made her way out onto the deck, finding the moon as it loomed overhead. It offered her a calming nature, one of respect and subtle peace. She was never fond of the glaring activity of the sun, mainly due to the annoying flares her eyes would endure. She found a perch on one of the higher platforms towards the back of the ship, a nook where she could sit and find solemn quietness. She would spend most the night to come there, gazing at the trees as the whistled by at immense velocities. However, the sight of darkened peaks far in the distance caught her eye. She strained around the corner as they came into view, slowly obscuring the entirety of the horizon. They loomed ominously in the distance, and struck a curiosity within her. Analyzing their gigantic size, she lost track of time as the sun began to crest over the opposing horizon.

Daylight was soon to break, and she had caught little sleep.

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Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 164
Body: Slim
Eye Colour: Hazel Green
Hair Colour: Softened Brown
Face Claim: Jonathon Ng // EDEN

Persona: Not an introvert, but not an extrovert, Val lies in a comfortable gray area between the two. He enjoys social interaction, but also cherishes his time spent alone. He is an easy-going type, one to care little about complexities and needless drama. Simple yet ever sophisticated, He prefers close and in-depth relationships. Often described as 'Passionate', he peruses the things he loves and ignores the things that are of little importance to him. That said, he still enjoys the little things in life. From friendships crafted solely for classroom entertainment, to small talk in the hallways, he enjoy's being around and learning other's stories. Hence why he decided to come along.

Likes:
Music: It is his passion. A preformer in his own right and a listener of many, Music serves as his inspiration and guidance in life. While stereotypical and insensible, It's his passion.
Writing: From poetry to novels, putting his emotions to paper is an avid pastime of his. Fond of words and English-Class, he often speaks in an elegant manner, at least compared to some.
Relations: Some of the best times in his life have been with those he enjoys to spend time with. From friends to lovers, it is why he strives to be as approachable and enjoyable as possible.

Dislikes:
Drama: Val is one with no enemies, and no harsh feelings towards most anyone. That being said, senseless and uncalled for negativity is irritating to him, at best.
Liars: Fakes, exaggerations, and anything of the sort is frowned upon in his eyes. He is a very 'Real' Person, not sparing much time for fake stories and tales.
Excessive loudness: Whether it be crowds, a party, or anything of the sort, he doesn't enjoy it.

Strengths:
Musical Talent: Player of the guitar, piano, and viola, he often showcases his love for music through them. It was something he was always good at.
Advice: Giving advice to others is something he has always been good at. He was always good at offering others guidance in their lives, but strangely couldn't do the same for himself.
Charm: A characteristic of him, he is very easy to strike up a conversation with, over almost anything. Whether friendly, stressed, lighthearted or romantic, he is always easy to talk too no matter the case.

Weaknesses:
Emotion: While almost always happy on the outside, his appearance is not always an indication of how he feels. Depression can come and go with him, and is often unpredictable and caused by the smallest of things.
Attatchment: Often close to others, the loss of a friendship can break him to pieces. Whether it be a breakup, parting of ways or worse, nobody likes it, especially Val.
Lack of Romantic Eye: While a lover of Romance, and the feelings that come with it, he isn't great at it. Often cliche and unoriginal, he is caring but not good at showing his feelings for someone normally.




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[Daniel Reaving]

Name:
Ethan j Hunt

Age: [16-19]
19

Gender:
male

Sexuality:
Straight


Face Claim:
William tyler

Eye Color:
deep brown

Hair Color:
a dirty blonde

Height/Weight:
6'6 234lbs

Body Type:
Very fit, Defined, Muscular

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.
just the arm wrap he has on his left arm (see appearance photo)

Likes: [3+]
training
fighting
Being with his mother
Being outside
knowing he has a good future ahead of him
cars

Dislikes: [3+]
Guys who think they are better than everyone else
smoking
drinking
hurting his friends

Strengths: [3+]
his fearlessness
determination to win
his strength and skills ability to be sweet and kind despite his career path

Weaknesses: [3+]
sometimes he forgets how strong he really is
being the teddy bear that he is hes often to sweet for his own good
has trouble doing things that might hurt those hes close to, even if its something that needs to happen.

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]
Mark ( apolla ) - Ethan and Mark get into trouble together. I could see him trying to get someone to hang along with his adrenaline junky rushes, and Mark is just crazy enough to try it.​

Sabella ( apolla ) - Ethan and Bella are really close. Best or close friends. he's always wanted more but she never seemed the type to settle.

Personality: [1-2 paragraphs]
Despite Ethan's looks he's a teddy bear to say the least. He’s kind, caring, gentle, and sweet all rolled into a buff pretty boy. Though don't get him wrong, he's still a man and can go from sweet and caring to violent and angry in the flick of a switch and trust me he knows how to use his anger to his advantage. Though he'd never hit a woman. At times Ethan can be hard to talk to mostly because he can feel insecure about something, making him feel that if he talks about it with someone they will leave him. He's the kinda guy to be clingy, always wanting an "I love you" or a hand hold or a hug maybe even a kiss more than most couple do. But to him it's all signs that the relationship is still going strong and healthy. He's also rather protective of anyone hes close to weather your family or a good friend he wont hesitate to defend you. Added into the sweet guy package Ethan is an absolute dare devil and a major adrenaline junkie. Being this way from a young age he has done most thing not even the macho-est of men would dare to.

Bio: [1-2 paragraphs]
Ethan grew up living in the sunny beaches of California. His mother working at a local dinner and his father being a big time boxer. Ethan's life was good. From the age of two Ethan was always in the boxing gym with his dad. "Working out" as a toddler along side his father and training to be a fighter as well. His mother never liked the idea but none the less let Ethan pursue his dreams. When Ethan hit middle school he joined his local schools boxing club that they had. He was a star immediately. Collecting numerous trophies and awards for his school as he moved through high school... that is of course till his sophmore year came around. His father had taken him along to a big fight down in New Mexico. The night after the fight him and his dad went on a drive to explore a little. Ending up on a small road with one side being a 50 foot drop straight to rock. And the other side being the bottom of another fifty foot drop. As they drive along some drunk ass hole came around a corner wide. Making his dad swerve which sent them off the drop. Rolling in the air the truck they were in landed on the drivers side killing his dad instantly and knocking him out. 6 hours later they were found by a traveling couple. Ethan had never been the same since. When he got back home he stopped boxing and grew quiet, his dad was his role model, his hero, and now he was gone. It tore Ethan up so much that Ethan didn't even step foot near a fighting gym until 2 years later. Soon he found that fighting was his way of coping with the loss of his father, his connection to his dad. And so he fought, soon turning from boxing to mixed martial arts he only grew better and better till the UFC started to take interest in this new up and comer. Recently hes also discovered a hidden little talent of his to paint and has been very into painting lately.

Spoiler: Sample writing

Ethan took a deep breath. looking down to the taping on his hands he grabbed a roll of the tape and started to finish it all up. It didn't take long before he tore the end of the tape off and folded it down on his hand after finishing up the wraps on his hands. Looking up to the door he couldn't help but start to feel butterflies. Still he kept a calm look as he stood up. Looking around the room he took a deep breath as he grabbed the pair of boxing gloves that sat on a nearby table. Slipping the on he then proceeded to tape them tightly around his wrists so they wouldn't come off. Once that was done he gently started to hop up and down as the butterflies kept coming. Fighting them off once more he slipped his mouth guard in before he gently pat his cheeks with his gloves.

Suddenly a knock came to the door and Ethan was instantly ready. The look on his face was cold and ferocious as the door opened to the crew meant to lead him to the stage. Nodding to the three men there they nodded back and led him to the ring. It was a relatively short walk but to Ethan it felt like it took an hour before they reached the ring. As they walked through a couple thick curtains the blaring music and the cheering hit him like a train. It was a relatively small even center though the crowd there was packed and all of them giving a mixture of cheers and boos mixed with the song Donald trump by Mac Miller as he made his way through the stadium and onto the boxing ring. Ethans opponent was already in the ring. There eyes locked on one another as Ethan climbed the steps and ducked into the ring. His opponent was a rather big deal but he was no where near a pro. Standing at about 6'2 Ethan's Opponent a man named Jackson was a shorter guy but still wasn't one to be taken lightly. His record was 13-0-1 10 of his wins being KO's. As they prepped for the coming battle Ethan grew nervous once more but pushed the feeling down as the ref called them into the center. The rules went by like a blur Ethan barely even hearing them not cause of the background noise but cause of the nostalgia of it all. It was like a movie scene. Ethan standing there his eyes locked on his opponents as they stood there in the last few moments of peace that would take place here tonight until one of them ended up on the mats. As the reff dismissed the two they touched gloves and went back to there corners. A minuet later the bell rang.

Bringing his gloves up in a Boxer stance Ethan marched forward towards his enemy who was doing the same. They met perfectly in the middle and instantly traded punches with one another. Left, Right, Up, Jab, Back step, Body shot, Body shot, Head shot. The crowd went wild as they went at each other throwing punches and dodging or blocking them each looking for a clean hit. The sounds of there punches connecting echoed over the arena as they battled. Jackson threw a quick jab, Ethan dodged and threw an uppercut connecting with Jackson's chin. He stumbled back with a roar of the crowd and Ethan advanced. Throwing jabs and punches with a ferocity unmatched the two soon found themselves in a corner of the ring. Jackson backed against the corner with his hands up to protect his face as Ethan's Fists came down on him one after another. Then Ethan went to the body. Throwing jab after jab into Jackson's chest and stomach. Quickly Jackson brought his arms down to protect his body and Ethan went back to the head. Seconds later it was all over. Ethan threw an uppercut then a massive left hook which connected perfectly. Jackson went limp as he fell to the floor with a massive roar of the crowd. The ref rushed over and started counting. The crowd roared with excitement as the count hit 10 and Ethan was the victor.

 

[Synastry]

— Apollo Kurren

Apollo Kurren 'Cure-en'

Nickname: N/A
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Face Claim: Emily Rudd

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Eye Color: Gray
Hair Color: Brunette
Weight: 125 lbs
Height: 5'4"
Body Type: Athletic, fit
Tattoos/Piercings: Pierced Ears + This on the side of her neck, usually hidden by her hair

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- Personality -
Apollo is quite the background character. For the most part, she would rather not be in the spotlight and while she loves to dance,
the thought of doing it in front of someone horrifies her. Because of having helped raise three younger brothers, she also has a bit
of a motherly side to her. Like anyone else, Apollo also has a fierce side that rarely comes out as she prefers to immerse herself in
books and most things don't bother her. She's more likely to get flustered and embarrassed then angry.
- Biography -
Apollo was born the third child of seven and so she naturally faded into the background. In her younger years, she often fought with her
older siblings, one brother and one sister. Each one vying to be the one who stood above the others. However, after her parents had their
sixth, Apollo fell into a bad crowd. Her sister and brother had surpassed her in their achievements, her mother and father were busy with
taking care of two young babies and Apollo fought to not become "the middle child". However, she vowed to change herself once her mother
got sick. She cut off her old friends and became a parental figure for her younger siblings in place of her mother who was fading fast and
her father who spent half his time at work and the other half in the hospital with her mother. Books also became her newfound solace.
Whenever she had time, in between taking care of her infant siblings or while cooking dinner, she had her nose buried in a book.
- Likes -
Music
Books
Dancing/Gymnastics
Sunbathing
Nature/Animals
Photography
Cooking
- Dislikes -
Noisiness
Being the center of attention
Liars/dishonesty
Non-home cooked food
- Strengths -
Flexibility
Athleticism/dancing
Listening
- Weaknesses -
Shyness
Unable to communicate well with new people
Bugs
She's quite short


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Spoiler: Writing Sample

The young woman sat atop a small dark gray rock, her deep blue gaze cast out over the horizon and her white tresses spilling over her shoulders and almost fulling covering the back of the rock. Waves crashed onto the shore in front of her, pulling at her feet and the hem of her long, dark blue sleeves, the intricate silver designs mixing with the white foam of the water. As the water receded, her sleeves and hair remained dry, almost as if they hadn't been in the water at all.

After a few more moments, she stood and look back behind her where a older man was struggling to push a wooden cart. "Hello, may I help you?" The woman asked, her voice like a soft waterfall.

coded by dwale; Edited by Synastry​

 

[Yarrow]

Basics
Name: Max Hunter
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Face claim: KJ Apa

Appearance
Height: 6'2
Weight: 180 lbs
Build: Muscular
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Red​

Personality 1
Likes: Boys, sex, working out, reading,
Dislikes: Girls who are trying to flirt with him, rude people, loud people,
Strenghts: Flirting, reading people, influencing people
Weaknesses: Getting flirted with, Alcohol, chocolate

Biography:
Max is born into a family of business. His grandfathers grandfather onces started a company and now his father runs that company. During his childhood his parents where away most of the time, because of this he grew up on kind of on his own. Once he was around the age of 14 he started drinking alcohol and tried to get into clubs. He partied all day and all night and everything he sees is just blue nobody was there to keep an eye on him. He often went home with wrong boys but managed to get out on his own.
Now he got an invite to a house to stay for some weeks in the summer, he doesn't know the guy that well and he is just curious to see how many boys he can hook-up with.

Personality:
Max is a nice guy, he enjoys talking to people and making them laugh, he is always first if people need help. Many people like Max, but he doesn't have many friends, he isn't invited to parties regulary, but is never alone at school, people accept him. However, there is a dark side of Max not many people know of or notice, Max is very determined and his main motto "The End Justifies All Means", because of this he can be very manipulative, but many people don't know that at first

 

[etoilescidessus]

Basics
Name: Chandler Russel
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Demisexual
Face Claim: Charlie Plummer

Appearance
Height: 6'1
Weight: 157
Build: Lanky and skinny
Eye colour: Blue
Hair colour: Dirty blonde
Tattoos: None
Piercings: Lip piercing

Personality
Likes: Cold rain, the smell of cookies baking, loud music, long walks, vulgar jokes
Dislikes: Tomatoes, disrespectful people, loud people, people who can't take a joke
Strengths: Patience, determined, analytical, loyal
Weaknesses: People he loves, his little sister, stubborn, impulsive, blunt

Chandler loves his little sister more than anything in the world. If someone tries to hurt the ones he loves, he cannot hold in his anger. Any other time, Chandler is a very typical teenager. He loves pizza, he is impulsive, and cannot keep a relationship longer than a month. He has a crude sense of humour and loves dark comedy. He is attracted to people with bright personalities, seeing as though he is demisexual.
He loves bright colours and is very rebellious. At home he skipped school on a regular basis, making friends with the stoners, although all he smoked was cigarettes. Chandler is very open to new experiences as well. He has a bubblegum smile, but if you betray his loyalty, he bites back. Chanler is very charming even though he curses like a sailor. He is blunt with people when he doesn't approve of what they are doing, and it can sometimes come off aggressive. Aside from all of his imperfections, he loves himself.

Chandler grew up in a very supportive household with a little sister named Jay. He lived in a middle-class neighbourhood and had friends everywhere he went. Because of the support, he always seemed to get outstanding grades, even when he was failing. As we will find out later he hacked the school system and changed his grades deliberately When Chandler was 13 years old his mother was diagnosed with stage five ovarian cancer. Three months later she died. Chandler immediately became even more protective of his sister as his father began to grieve through alcohol. As Chandler grew older, he parted ways with his enormous group of friends and stuck to a tiny and trustworthy group. He slipped class often in his sophomore and Junior year, making friends with the stoners who did as well. At the end of senior year, he made it out barley passing. Chandler decided to not go to college and bought a Ford 15 passenger van. He was going to squat across the country with his parents inherited silver.

Sorry if my writing sample is a bit dark. I pulled it out of a past writing piece.

Spoiler: Writing Sample

A stream of blood trickled down my chin. I got down on my knees, and Bradley kicked me in the jaw. I could only hear their laughter as everything faded away.
Every kick into my rib, each stomp on my hip, every elbow to my jaw, the numbness kept spread.
Funny how nightmares always come back to haunt you in the end.

 

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Naomi's Basics

Name:
"The name's Naomi Klein."

Age:
"Eighteen. But what's it to you?"

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
"Girls, guys, who cares as long as they have g'looks."

Face Claim:
Kiki Yang​

Naomi's Stats

Eye Color:
Left eye is dark brown, the other is light green

Hair Color:
Black

Height/Weight:
5'4/118

Body Type:
Mesomorph​

Other

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.

Spoiler

Likes
Strawberries
Playing bass
Fire
Sunny days
Thunderstorms
Flirting
Tattoos
Consiracy theories
Fighting
70s music & Old school hiphop
Puns

Dislikes
Dishonesty
Being inside
Waking up early
Clingy people
Skittles
Cigarettes
Being confronted
PDA

Strengths:
Seductive
Observant
Clever
Trustworthy
Protective

Weaknesses: [3+]
Unapologetic
Ander Issues/Defensive
Hopeless Romantic
Controlling
Loud

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]​

Naomi's History

Personality:
Naomi isn't the easiest person to get along with at first. She's loud and acts like she owns the building when she steps into the room, she has a short temper and doesn't apologize for it; but under all of the rough shell, she really is sweet. It may take time for her to break out of her habits, but no one has ever regretted being friends with Naomi. She can be gentle and caring, but be careful not to take advantage of her because she'll hit back ten times harder. Simple things are known to get under Naomi's skin quite easily, but slurs and rumors don't hurt her. While she can be controlling, she hates it when people are clingy because she feels suffocated, but every once and a while she'll return the gesture and long for some romance. There's much more to Naomi than her outershell of anger.
Bio:
Naomi was born in the heart of New York City. At the age of six, her mom moved with her and her sister, Kai, to Florida after a rough divorce. When she was nine, she moved back to New York and has live there ever since. Naomi's childhood has played a big part in her personality, because growing up in a household full of screaming, yelling, and abuse forced her to learn how to defend herself. Over the years, she has gotten better at opening up, but still finds it hard to trust anyone; including her family. After her shitty childhood, Naomi never allowed herself get to close to anybody, because they were going to leave anyway. But now that life has calmed down a little, Naomi has been happier and is trying to teach herself to open up to people. ​

Spoiler

Naomi's day started out like any other; wake up, go out to the diner on the corner, order pancakes, walk home, plan out where she would move next. The girl had been on the run for nearly two years but to her, it felt like forever. The feeling of not being able to settle down and live in peace and see her family felt like a knife to the gut. She wanted to go home; but after what she did, it would never be possible. No one would want to see her anyway...

She had been here for too long, and she knew it. But after travelling to different towns every week, just to escape someone that would always end up on her tail again, she never saw a reason for running anymore. Although the thought of living out the rest of her life as a free woman and just letting them taker her has crossed the girl's mind more than a few times, she knew deep down that there was still fight left in her. There was always fight left in her, no matter what anybody did to try and break it down.

Eventually, Naomi found comfort in drinking because it was the only constant in her life. Her daily routine continued as usual; going down to the bar at exactly 8pm and staying there until the break of dawn. The owner of the place never bothered her as she napped face down on the counter from drinking too much, which is why it was Naomi's favorite place to be. The bartender was nice too, remembering her order by the second time she visited but never trying to talk to her too much. It's not that she disliked being around people, it's just that she was always afraid she'd get too close to them before having to disappear to a different town, in a different state, with different faces.

"Bourbo-" Naomi states, before getting interrupted by the bartender. "Bourbon on ice. I know." He chuckles quietly, turning around to prepare it for her. "Thanks bud." She says quietly, as he sets it down for her. Before she knew it, she was on her second one, and then her third. Yet, she still felt... Nothing. Empty. As she was ordering her fourth, she hears the breaking of glass and the slam of someone's body hitting the cold, wooden floors. "YOU FUCKING SLUT!" The voice roared, turning everybody's attention towards him and his... girlfriend? Naomi turned around before almost running over to them and kicking the guys' ass. But she hesitated for a second, afraid of what kind of attention it would bring to her. How easy it would be for them to find her if she ended up in someone's video. She sat there for a second, watching him push her around, as she scanned over the man's body to spot out his weaknesses. She observed that he was putting most of his weight on his right knee, possibly to protect his left fromany unneeded pressure.

After a while, she got bored of watching him scream slurs at her. Naomi hopped off the barstool, feeling everyone's eyes on her, like they were some sort of deer in headlights. She slowly walked over to them, the clacking sound of her boots interrupting the screaming and making the man turn his head. "What the hell do you want, princess? You gonna try to take me down? I'll throw you like a fucking rag doll." He spews, getting up from his knees and standing just inches from Naomi's face, yet still towering over her. Naomi grinned, before kicking the side of his left knee and then grabbing his head and hitting it against her knee as he was falling down. As he lay there, she kicked his gut, making him squirm like a helpless animal.

Naomi grabbed the girl's hand before running out of the bar. They run straight for a while, then making a few right turns, until they were in a secluded area. Naomi stood there, studying the girls face, before managing to say, "Why the hell weren't you defending yourself?"

 

[Pastry]

Blaire Callahan

Name: Blaire Callahan

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Face Claim: Amanda Steele

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Pink

Height/Weight: 120 lbs, 5 ' 4

Body Type: Ectomorph/Mesomorph

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc. Nose piercing, little tattoos.

Likes:
1. Hating People
2. Candy
3. Gum
4. Respect
5. Gossip
6. Flirting
7. Surfing
8. Drawing
9. Makeup

Dislikes:
1. Annoying Oranges
2. Lazy Susan's
3. Grumpy Grandpas.
4. Sassy Cats.
5. Irresponsible People.
6. Honey
7. The colour "Anything else but black"
8. Makeovers.
9. Indie-Rock, 80's music.

Strengths:
1. Presence (Stage/like)
2. Risk taking
3. Surfing
4.Ambitious

Weaknesses:
1. Blunt
2. Easily Jealous.
3. Sabotager
4. Half- In love, doesn't trust self to commit.

Relationships:
(Just one is that she's good friends with Nixon, and that she bothers him all the time.)


Personality: Have you ever wondered what goes on inside of Blaire's head? Well... A lot of memes. Blaire is a Savage who LOVES to be around people. She makes her presence known easily, and quickly. As a hardworking young individual who tries WAY to hard to play "Matchmaker", but... Here's the thing, Blaire has practically two sides to her. A light and fluffy side, who enjoys sweets and candy, and a dark, flirty side who really loves to get people to have crimson lines on their cheeks. She doesn't allow anything to bother her, Fights were a common thing with her, but that's okay, she'll get through it. She can easily snap from kind to pissed off, so don't take your chances and slap around this kid. She fights back.


Bio: Her Dad's always been an abusive, little, bitch. Or so that's what she calls it. She finally had the guts to put him into jail, and be adopted by kind, I don't give a shit about what you do parents. Better then her old ones. She'd done a little smoking, a little drinking. But that wasn't her call. She got a good job, worked her ass off through high school, and then blew it off by getting arrested for stealing Hubcaps. Now, after a long time of doing nothing, she dyed her hair pink, and moved to Sunny California, Sacramento. She then became a professional surfer, earning her revenue through competitions. Now as a fresh-grad, she feels as if it was time to say "Goodbye" to everyone, bust on out to go back to Sacramento to surf like a mad man.

 

[Nightblade]

My Basic Info​

Name: Jamie Turner

Age: 18

Sexuality: Homosexual

Gender: male

Family:

Garrett Turner: Father
Kate Turner: Mother
Tanya Turner: Sister
Emmett Turner: Brother

Relationships:
Face Claim: Andy Trinidad

Shade comes from reading and its about to get hella shady ​

Personality

​

Jamie's general personality is one of someone who feels like he has to fight for everything he has had from a young child to his adult life. This makes him seem like he is full of himself and prideful, when in fact he is just happy with what he has earned in life. He is a loyal individual when it comes to his circle of friends, which is very limited as Jamie is not someone who lets people in easy.

Likes:

1. Challenging himself
2. Dancing

Dislikes:

1. being seen as a failure
2. people assuming he cannot do things

Strengths:

1. Driven
2. Passionate
3. Thinks quick on his feet

Weaknesses

1. Perfectionist
2. Overly critical of himself
3. Tends to be wary of people he knows little/nothing about

My History​

Jamie grew up as the youngest of 3 siblings. Despite having an older brother and sister, Jamie never lacked love in his family, however as he grew up knowing he began to feel that he did not fit in with his family, despite the few similarities between them. As he grew up, the differences began to emerge, With a blonde haired mother and black haired father, Christian's dark brown locks made him stand out enough. However it was his Deep blue eyes that pointed him out as different in his family. As he grew up Jamie could begin to see the differences between the rest of the family and himself. His older brother was the quarterback on the football team so he was the golden child in the family in Jamie's eyes. However one persons perception is not always accurate. Kate and Garret could see Jamie begin to pull away and did their best to show him he was as loved as his siblings but no matter what they did, Jamie closed himself off over time and they knew they would have to tell him.

It came in one night, just the three of them. Emmett and Tanya were out. Jamie had been told all of the details regarding his adoption. By the end of it Jamie was so lost and confused, he looked to his parents with his eyes welling up that he was pulled in by his mother who was crying at that point before they were pulled into a deep hug by his father. Soon after it was explained to Tanya and Emmett. Tanya did not really see any difference and still explained that Jamie was her pest of a younger brother, while Emmett shrugged and simply said Family was Family.

When Jamie finished school, he found that he had gained a place in college in New York that would allow him to continue his work in dance as well as gain a degree of his choice so that when the new semester rolled in he would be moving on to New York.

Writing Sample:
"I hate the damn cold, why does New York have to be cold"

Jamie thought to himself as he tightened his coat slightly against the bitter cold that seemed to have gripped New York within the last 24 hours. He had made the phone-call to his sister who lived here in the city and after a few tense moments they were chatting like they knew each other all of their lives. He could hear on the phone that there were some tears and if he was being honest he had shed a few tears as well. He finally felt like he belonged and that was from 1 phone conversation. He was heading to some local café that Charlotte had chosen. Despite the cold, his heart was thundering, a phone call was one thing but a face to face meeting was something entirely different.

He would be able to see her and see the similarities that existed between them. He came to a stop outside the door and looked at it for a few minutes. He was mentally steeling himself before walking inside. He pulled open the door and went to the counter first, he would need something warm to drink. Ordering a coffee, he went and sat in a booth that offered a bit of privacy. He sat there nursing his coffee, his nerves building up to the point where his fingers tapped on the table. A number of different thoughts ran through his head like what if she cancelled and wanted nothing to do with him. He heard the jingle of the door bell of the café and he looked up as she stepped inside, his twin sister Charlotte.

 

[Best Trekkie.]

Name: Stewart Rain

Nickname: Stew

Age: 18

Sexuality: Straight

Gender: Male

Family:

Jackson Rain (Father)
Miranda Rain (Mother)
Charles Rain (Twin Brother)


Face Claim: Mark Jacob


Personality:

Stewarts' personality is very much like that of a 1950s greaser. He lives for laughs, sick cars, and fun people. He doesn't however like people who are "Not in the zone" as he puts it. He generally is found cruising in his car around the location. Stewart likes classy paint jobs (Anything that makes the car pop more than usual and makes it seem faster or more powerful than it really is).


Likes:

Classic cars
Car shows


Dislikes:

The modern age (To an extent)
People who, "Scratch my paint" as he puts it.


Strengths:

Knows the inside and outside of almost every single car from the 20th century.

Exceptional Driver

Generally a cool guy to hang out with.


Weaknesses:

Not really open to ideas from anyone but himself.

Talks in extremely heavy slang.

Forgetful.


Bio: Born to a family of car collectors, Stewart loves and always will love classic cars. At the age of 16 his father gifted him a classic car which Stewart named Lightning. After the movie car Greased lightning. After two whole years of owning this car he has given it 30 inch fins and purple French taillights. On top of that he has painted the car white with a blue lightning bolt running from headlights to taillights. At 17 he won his third car show. Currently he has driven here in lightning.

Writing sample:

It was dawn when a white car with a blue lightning bolt pulled into the car show. A teenager stepped out of the car and closed the door. "Eyy!! Cats ow are you today?" He spoke in very heavy slang and looked like a Greaser. "Eyy stew! How's the car? Did she old up well?" The other man who also talked in equally heavy slang asked Stewart. "Eeeyup!" Stewart said in return. "So where shall I put er?" He asked. "Third space second row."

 

[birdup]

Name:
Dean Dufrense

Age:
19

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Straight but he doesn't scare away from the idea of kissing men. (if that makes sense)

Eye Color:
Greyish blue

Hair Color:
Dirty blonde

Height/Weight:
6'1 ft, 165 lbs.

Body Type:
Mesomorph, fitly build.

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.
Nope.

Likes:
Dean watches a lot of films and listens to a lot of music. He enjoys art. Furthermore he loves living his life to the fullest which to him means sex, drugs and rock 'n roll. He loves sunny weather and dancing. He also loves playing sports and games.
Dislikes:
Fake people; people who to him are either 1. different around others or 2. concerned about popularity. He also doesn't like guns, war, dumb people and sometimes himself to some extent.

Strengths:
Intelligent/clever, compassionate, open-minded, good with tools.
Weaknesses:
Impulsive, can be rude, has a hard time admitting when he's wrong, does a lot of drugs.

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Personality:
Dean is compassionate; althought he might appear as 'egoistic' to others, he does care about other people. Dean does however fail to see the unhappiness of others occasionally, which has to do with the fact that Dean's personality revolves around enjoying life. This is also why he can be manipulative without being aware of it. Dean is an emotional messy soft-hearted person.




Bio:
Dean grew up in a middle-class family in Amsterdam as the youngest of four siblings, which were all boys. Being the youngest out of four boys led to him being able to stand up for himself. It also led to him being a flirt as being surrounded with boys 24/7 does increase the need for female attention.

In his teens he quickly got introduced to weed, which led to him smoking, just like his brothers.
When he finished high school he moved with his family to the US where he eventually graduated. In the mean while Dean has done a lot of drugs and has taken a great interest in arts, especially film. (music, film, etc.)

WRITING SAMPLE:
Dean stuck the unlit cigarette in-between his lips, staring at the group of people infront him. While his hand was searching for his lighter, a dark haired innocent-looking girl caught his eye. Dean enjoyed the sight of the beautiful girl. After getting a hold of the lighter, he lit the cigarette, immediately inhaling after doing so. Dean wished the girl would notice him but unfortunately for him, she moved into the crowd, out of his sight. He puffed, the thick smoke flowing through the air, dissolving the higher it got. The sight of the girl was one slow enough to bask in but fast enough for Dean to wish it lasted longer.​

 

[Britt-21]

Spoiler: More Roje

Name:
Roje Crystal Jenkins (Row-Jay)

Age: [16-19]
19

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Face Claim:
Christie Burke

Eye Color:
Hazel

Hair Color:
Brown

Height/Weight:
5'8 155lb

Body Type:
Mesomorph

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.:
Ears

Likes: [3+]
Partying
Adventering with friends
Sleeping
Swimming
Being a little Dare devil
Pranking

Dislikes: [3+]
Losing a fight
Showing Weakness
Being provoked
Getting aggravated

Strengths: [3+]
+Loyal
+Funny
+Outgoing
+Charming
+Impolsive


Weaknesses: [3+]
- Short Tempered
- Agressive
- Daring
- Gives no fucks about rules and breaks them
- Tough but soft guys

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Personality:
Roje isnt your typical 19 year old. She's sarcastic and is very short tempered. You piss her off, and you're in for a bumpy ride. Though when people arent getting on her nerves, she's pretty chill and is more on the brighter side of her personality. Such as: Being funny, hanging out with friends, as well as becoming playful and teasing towards those she's most comfortable with. If she's going out with someone, she's more on the slightly mushy side but still keeps her personality within the mix. However, she does express her love for them behind closed doors by being affectionate and a bit clingy. Outside in public, she's definitely more chill unless someone is either making her jealous, or if someone is pushing up on her man and trying to seduce him (Good luck finding the right nosejob)

Roje is also protective of those who are close to her, friends and family. Hurt them in any way and you'd be meeting her fists. It's obvious she doesnt tolerate anything that comes toward her way. One wrong move, or one wrong button push and you're dead. You're in big trouble now. Roje is also daring more than she should be, especially when out adventuring in places she really shouldnt be adventuring in.


Bio:
Roje was born into a family which consisted of a brother and a father. Her mother had given birth to her but left her with both her father and her brother to take care of. Roje didnt know why her mother left but as she grew older, she saw why: because her dad was an abusive person, he drank untill he was drunk and could barely stand... He was a drunk. Her brother became a runaway and soon she did too. Both her and her older bother would run away to hideouts where others were the same, drinking or doing drugs. Roje got into the drinking and her brother got into both the drugs and the drinking. He was a lot worse than she was and surprisingly she didnt get like him. It didnt take her brother long to go and accidently overdose which killed him. Roje was broken, in tears, angry, anything you can think of all into one because he was the only person who she loved most in her family. The only person who spent time with her and protected her from her father.

After all that happened, she barely returned home and only went to get clothes or to get some food but then she'd leave again, taking a blanket with her if she were to hang out with her friend with benefits or hang out with her usual buddies. But this all happened from Freshman to Sophomore. From Junior, to senior, she moved out of the Drinking and excessive partying and got her act together. Granted, she stayed a short tempered bitch, but she did mature more. Now at the end of her Senior year, she was invited to someone's place. She couldnt remember, but it was definitely something she wouldnt pass up, especially if it meant relaxing during summer and having a good ol' time.

Writing Sample:​

The one thing that Roje hated most was Stereotypical popular girls in high school. Especially ones that were not only cheerleaders, but also ones that fucked the Football team and thought they were all that and a bag of chips. Roje was not one for stereotypes, and disliked anyone who was like that. At this very moment, she was pulling stuff out of her locker and putting it into her bag before suddenly her locker was slammed shut to reveal the last person Roje ever wanted to see and hear. "What the hell do you want, shorty." looking at the smaller girl, her eyebrow raised, clearly annoyed by the girl not only closing her locker, but leaning on it. 'I dont want anything. Just wanted to see how you were doing. Some rumors went around about you being a drunk at some point? ot was it Druggie?' then she paused 'Ooohhh~Maybe you were a whore at one point?' these werent rumors, these were just things to have Roje snap. And you know what, it worked "What did you call me? C'mon, Repeat that to me, I'm dying to know." the look on Roje's face had changed, and if looks could kill, this girl would be dead right now.

It was clear that this girl was ballsy enough to say it once again 'I'm sorry, who-' suddenly a fist was slammed into her face. The short-tempered teen wasted no time in giving the blonde a nice clock in the face and causing the girl to fall down to the floor "Call me a fucking whore again, and I swear I'll make you need a new face." of course, this action caused a lot of attention as students stared at the sight. Turning away, Roje walked off, no longer in the mood to pack her bag some more. However, she did walk by one of the football players that had his eyes on her, of course, she ignored him.. Till he slapped her behind and caused the Brunette to turn and punch him right in the face before grabbing his head and lifting her knee, slamming his face into it and incapacitating him. "Try explaining that to your friends, Asshole."

(I only did this just to have somethin. xD Roje is definitely played a little more tame in RP)​

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Name:
Viana L. Jackson

Age: [16-19]
18

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Homosexual

Face Claim:
unknown I tried to find it and couldn't XD

Eye Color:
Bright blue

Hair Color:
Deep chocolate brown

Height/Weight:
5"6 124lbs

Body Type:
athletic, feminine

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.
Belly percing and shit tone of tattoos as you can tell XD

Likes: [3+]
Partying, smoking, Sneaking off with Christina, drinking, Flirting, swimming, night time


Dislikes: [3+]
people who flirt with christian,
being stressed,
feeling helpless,
cigarettes,
being bored,
Hotter girls,
Bella in particular,
Feeling her relationship with Christina is threatened

Strengths: [3+]
Not scared of a fight
speaks her mind
able to compromise
can also be a softy

Weaknesses: [3+]
often is to blunt for her own good
Sometimes she doesn't see when shes hurting loved ones
very sassy
sometimes over protective

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Personality: [1-2 paragraphs]
Viana is a very free spirited person. Known to do what she wants and not give a shit what others think of her. Despite this though shes a very clingy and attached person. Christina being a major part of this Viana always looks to please her and not anger her. Being someone that is uncaring of how others think of her she also holds a deep insecurity of people thinking about her. Often wanting to make others happy more than worry about her self which has made for a history of being used by others. Despite this though she's very strong willed, fearless and all around just a bad ass girl.

Bio: [1-2 paragraphs]
Viana's life has been one of many fuck ups to say the least. A story of a lot of pain and hardship. Viana grew up in a poor family, her mother working 4 job's and her father being nonexistent, most likely dead in a ditch. Her father was a gang member so from a time she could remember she was surrounded with the thug life style despite her dad not being there. All her mothers friends, her grandparents, her friends parents. all gang affiliated. Despite this though she avoided the life style only being around them cause they were family to her. Still though she was a troublemaker all through school. During high school she found the wonders of drugs and partying but somehow still kept a straight A report card. It wasn't long before she thought she was gonna fall into the gang life.. Then Christina came into her life and everything changed. Seemingly from the second she had met her on wards Viana completely bent her self backwards for the girl. Mostly out of trying to get Christina to like her. Then her dreams practically came true in the form of starting a relationship with her. It was bliss to be honest. They went on for a while before this off and on relationship started between the two. Viana wished it was a more steady relationship but she wasn't complaining still. Viana was still very very close to her, dating her a lot still, Sometimes being friends with benefits, other times being actual lovers. Lately though Viana has been pressing for a more committed relationship though. Mostly it came out of a fear that Christina's friend Bella could sweep Christina out from under her nose and that was something Viana refused to let happen seeing as how there most recent relationship has lasted almost longer than the rest.

erzulie (let me know if you want anything changed ^-^)​