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Realistic or Modern The Apartment (YA slice of life) CS

PixieDust

PixieDust

Ten Thousand Club
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Characters for this RP will not be accepted on a first come first serve basis. Think of your character sheet as an audition of sorts and try to add as much about your character as you can think of. Make them come alive! I will be accepting sheets until Tuesday 14 March or until I’ve found the perfect cast. Break a leg, as they say (but not really xD)!

CHARACTER TEMPLATE

FACECLAIM (Realistic, optional)
NAME
AGE (21-23)
PERSONALITY (at least a paragraph)
APPEARANCE (at least a paragraph
BRIEF HISTORY (at least a paragraph)
HOW WOULD THEY DECORATE THEIR BEDROOM IN THE APARTMENT (describe)
WHAT DID THEY STUDY AT UNIVERSITY
CURRENT OCCUPATION (freelance, unemployed, researcher etc.)

ROLE

Upper Class Girl 1: Anthea Mistlethwaite PixieDust PixieDust
Upper Class Guy 1: Casey Hawthorne final girl. final girl.
Lower Class Girl 1: Riley neverbackdown neverbackdown
Lower Class Guy 1: Jasper Freeman erzulie erzulie
Upper Class Girl 2: Alexandria Collins snazzyjae snazzyjae
Upper Class Guy 2: Zane Greyworth Leo Radomir Leo Radomir
Lower Class Girl 2: Cleopatra Martin unstablepuddle unstablepuddle
Lower Class Guy 2: Otto Fischer fairyfawn fairyfawn

 
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NAME
Anthea Mallory Mistlethwaite
NICKNAME(S)
Thea
AGE
21
ROLE
Upper class
OCCUPATION
Sales Assistant at Harrods
appearance & personality

APPEARANCE
Anthea has long naturally straight blonde hair and wide, curious blue eyes and has a distinct beauty mark just below her left eye and a birthmark on her right wrist shaped like Italy. She is nearly always seen wearing bright red lipstick which compliments her pale complexion well.

Anthea loves to dress in floaty pastel coloured tops, usually off-the shoulder, but she also loves to wear more form fitting clothing more often than not. She can usually be seen in crop tops when drumming because it is such arduous work to drum in anything that restricts movement and traps too much heat. Mallory isn't a fan of dresses unless she is going out somewhere, on which occasions she will nearly always be wearing black or hot pink in a form-fitting style and her hair in an elegant up-do.

PERSONALITY
Anthea appears to be a very outgoing, personable and straightforward person, who's not afraid to say what she thinks and thrives on the company of others far more than being on her own. In fact she cannot deal with being alone for long periods of time at all. She is the kind of person who is tactile with everyone and just loves seeing people happy. She can seem alarming to more reserved people, but to those who are used to her she is simply happy-go-lucky Thea with a fondness for tequila and flirting with just about anyone, guy or girl. Despite seeming to be a bit of a vapid airhead from a superficial perspective, Anthea is rather book-smart and has a strange obsession with Ancient Greek sculptures and philosophy. She isn't the type of person to share this with most though because she knows people aren't that interested.

Although Anthea appears straightforward enough, she is incredibly hyper-sensitive to the way others view her and cannot take criticism of her character very well even if it was never meant as a personal slight. She can become very attached to people and is sometimes neurotic and possessive, especially of her elder sister Poppy, whom she adores. She has what would appear to be an irrational fear of being alone and tries to be around others as much as possible. She is also not very good at drinking responsibly when in a bad mood, turning to alcohol in times of great stress. Anthea is the ultimate tragic socialite and she quite likes it that way.
biography

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BACKGROUND
Comfortable luxury is all that Anthea Mistlethwaite has ever known. Her father Edward, a politician, Count of Rochester, and local Member of Parliament for their constituency in Rochester, and her mother Camilla, a proud housewife and retired actress of stage and screen, made sure to raise Anthea and her elder sister Poppy to the high standards expected of the wealthy one percent of the population.

Anthea was born November 29, the year after her older sister Poppy. Her birth was received quite joyously and it was clear that the child was going to be a large personality. As a toddler she would love to play rough and tumble with her sister and loved to visit their grandfather Nelson, affectionately known as Papa by both the girls.

Anthea was a very boisterous little girl with a flair for the dramatic. She would insist on staging plays in their large manor home for anyone who would watch, in which she was the lead and Poppy had to play a part. The girls both attended the prestigious St. Anne's School For Girls in their younger years and were model students, though the staff did note that Anthea had a flair for pulling pranks.

By the time Anthea had turned ten, many things had changed for the family. Her parents had begun to grow distant for the past few months, and both Poppy and Anthea took the blame for this, believing it to be something they had done. In spite of this, Anthea maintained her optimistic outlook and began pouring herself into artistic pursuits such as taking up drumming and surrealist painting.

Just before Anthea turned eleven, her grandfather Nelson passed away. Starting secondary school was a challenge for the girls due to their grandfather's passing, but due to the impeccable pastoral care at her new Private school in London, Thea managed to deal relatively well with being so far away from home with a school full of strangers. Thea was somewhat divisive at school. Some of the students adored her and she became their natural leader, others found her annoying and felt she did not mind her airs and graces as much as her older sister, which was true.

The dysfunction of her family home began subtly seeping into life at St. Steven’s School. Anthea began to care less about keeping up her grades and was more interested in maintaining a social media presence, flirting with boys and smuggling alcohol into her dorm with other girls. She managed not to get caught doing this either by her sister or the faculty. In the last years at St. Steven's she did calm down a little bit enough to do well in her final grades. Now she wishes to pursue an acting and music career, following in the footsteps of her mother's side of the family and the call of showbiz.

Initially it was Anthea's idea to share an apartment with her closest circle from university and her boarding school days. This was mostly because she can't stand to live alone even for one day.
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WHAT SHE STUDIED AT UNI
Anthea studied Classic Literature at university

HOW SHE WOULD DECORATE HER APARTMENT BEDROOM
Anthea would go for an aesthetically minimalist look with mostly clean white lines and pops of bright hot pink. There might be a vintage feel with a bright pink dialup telephone on her bedside table and a vinyl record player on her other bedside table. Surrealist paintings would certainly be a a fixture in the room and Van Gogh's Starry Night would be an absolute must. Of course there would also be more than enough room to place an electric drum kit in a corner for practice and her favourite photo of Michelangelo's King David along with a polaroid wall for photos of memories with friends and family (mostly sober ones). There would certainly also be a bookcase filled with a variety of books from Dickens and Chaucer to Bridget Jones and Crazy Rich Asians. Thea's not picky.

THEME SONG
Delirium- LadyHawke

LIKES
Pretty fonts, pretty people, pretty anything really, retro diners, vinyl records, The Terminator movies, drumming, her laptop, procrastinating, parties, tequila sarcasm and cheesy jokes (she's not great at making jokes herself though)

DISLIKES
Badly blended makeup, cowboy movies, Back to the Future Part III, overly serious people, rejection, glitter, false accusations, criticism

HOBBIES
Art, Drumming, Social media (mostly instagram or snapchat), Photography, failing terribly at first person shooter games, coming up with cheesy jokes that everyone hates

SEXUALITY
Heterosexual, Bicurious

FAMILY TIES
On her father's side of the family, Anthea is a direct descendant of one of the founders of the esteemed Oxford University, one of the oldest universities in Europe. On her mother's side she is related to a few of the best actors Britain has produced. Her mother's side of the family is a nouveau riche acting dynasty The Faradays, whilst her father is of old money, meaning there are occasional value clashes amongst the pair.


 
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otto theodore fischer









nickname(s)


theo









age


twenty-one









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transgender male, he/otter









p.o.b.


berlin, germany









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april 14th









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    5'1" (156cm)









    body mods.

    Otto has a septum piercing, a lip piercing, and ear piercings. Otto has a small stick and poke tattoo of a cat on otters left ankle










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♡coded by uxie♡

 

EYES WITHOUT A FACE,
GOT NO HUMAN GRACE.​

FULL NAME: Casey Hawthorne
NICKNAMES: Headcase Hawthorne, Hawth, Thorney (never Casey unless you're asking for it)

AGE: Twenty-two
GENDER: Cis-male
SEXUALITY: Queer
P.O.B: Dagenham, UK
ROLE: Upper class guy

FACECLAIM: Anson Boon
HEIGHT: 5'11 ½"
HAIR: A shock of red, ruddy hair, sticking out of his head in spikes. Utterly unnatural and easily matted, one marvels at his craft scissor craftsmanship, sideways bangs and overgrown roots. An untamable mass of hair, slick with gel and stiff to the touch.
EYES: Large, bloodshot, and round- framed by patchy red eyebrows and a fan of thick eyelashes. His polychromatic hazel green eyes are saucer-like, with a thousand mile stare that makes it feel as if he's looking through you instead of at you.
DIST. FEATURES: Some say beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, but Hawthorne has a face only a mother could love. Not always an ugly duckling, Hawthorne was often known for his good looks as a boy, but the bramble of red hair and gray skin remaining leaves one wondering if Hawth has seen the light of day in weeks. Dark eyes, yellow teeth and broken nails, bruised knuckles and peeled scabs on proud display to make for his bad actions. A boyish grin hardly bays a disproving glare, disaster dressed in decadence. With legs like a barstool and a twiggy frame, Hawthorne is one stop short of sickly. He embraces it, flaunts it proudly, even, plaster-painted kneecaps and a narrow divet in his chest right above where his heart should be.

OVERVIEW:
impish, charismatic, theatrical, disruptive, spiteful, stubborn as a mule, underachiever, a goddamn nuisance, intelligent, unmannered, altruistic, crude, surprisingly clingy, a kleptomaniac in counseling

IN DEPTH:
Most people have a tendency to underestimate Casey, be it for his disarming delibrancy to float through life or his penchant for borrowing from his parent's bank account. Akin to a wounded animal, gnashing teeth and drunken spittle between broken syllables. Where there's trouble, Hawthorne's not far behind. Tiptoeing around truthfulness, tittering on trepidation, to put up with Hawthorne is a feat easier said than done. He'll go easy on you at first, let you come and go as you please, keep you at a comfortable arm's length-- but creature of compassion he is not.

If nothing else, Hawthorne walks the line between too much and nothing at all. He slips through the cracks and leaves weeds sprouting in his wake, gone but never forgotten. A spectacle of wasted potential, a college grad with his head hardly above water. A could-be has-been who slips past overdue rent by the skin of his teeth, dancing around authority and carrying himself with an air of displaced debonair.

A bad influence and bad person, at least that's what people on the street would tell you. Devil's advocate playing angel on his shoulder, he has no qualms putting someone in their place, words cutting behind the cigarette between his teeth. You either tolerate him or completely despise him, likeness reserved for those who keep a distance from him. A gilded spoon gleaming golden kid that's flickered and fizzled out, the first family disappointment of his name. A title he bears proudly.

PERSONAL:
COLLEGE MAJOR: Political Science
CURRENT OCCUPATION: Unemployed
ROOM DESIGN: The room with the biggest window, ideal of chain smoking and flicking his ashes on unsuspecting civilians below. A maze of laundry, clean and dirty alike, pile the floor in crumpled, untouched heaps. Takeaway boxes and half-drank cans of soda cover his bedside dresser beside a copy of Stephen King's "Carrie" with the cover torn off. An exposed mattress, silk pillows, and blanket stolen borrowed from a friend make up his sleeping space, peeling posters of Brit Pop bands line the walls. His dearest and most prized possession, his degree, is tacked to the wall, unframed, covered by a tower of books no one dare touch in fear of a landslide (or worse, a noise complaint). Illuminated by the yellow haze of a flickering lamp, Hawthorne's hidey hole hardly prompts any unwanted visitors.

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HISTORY —

Memories blur and flicker together like a badly filmed picture show. Days of youth bleed into each other, scraped knees and bruised knuckles. Boyhood has not been kind to Casey, it has made him violent, and bitter, and ugly inside and out. A martyr of self-destruction.

Somewhere in a far off dream, bare feet pad across the kitchen floor, sticky fingers reaching out to tug on the tattered fringe of mother's apron. A sigh and the smell of sausage cooking, mornings in the Brooks home were the closest thing to peace for Sybil and her son Casey. A halfway house was hardly home for a toddler, but the tenants paid rent, and the money was enough to keep food on the table.

In her youth, Sybil dreamed of being a dancer- a long legged, graceless thing with a quiet desperation that drew men to her. She would achieve her dream, making minimum wage and tips at The Rear End strip club, where she met Casey's stepfather, a bald bastard businessman who promised to take her far away from here. Her first mistake was believing him.

Martin Hawthorne, Sybil would later find out, was not the man he made himself out to be. Three times married and three times divorced by the age of thirty-seven, courting a girl twenty years his junior. Saccharine sweet words swept Sybil off her feet, putty in the hands of a man who made life seem livelier- leaving home felt like second nature.

Somewhere among the ash trays and empty beer bottles, Casey plunged his hands into the leather couch cushions to retrieve the remote. On the evenings when Mom had forgot to tuck him in at night and Martin was stupid enough to fall asleep in the den, he snuck downstairs, past the exposed nail on the second step and into the living room, where in the early hours visitors would peel themselves from the floor in a drunken stupor and go home.

He was five years old when he learned how to pop the top of a beer bottle with his teeth. Seven when he learned not to speak a word of Martin's infidelity, and eight when he took a swig of his mother's stash for the first time. Cigarettes became a habit before the age of thirteen, much to the chagrin of old men who played poker in their basement. Raised more by the maids than his own mother, who grappled with her own issues; motherhood, bills, and spending her monthly allowance in a timely manner. Teenagedom was hardly eventful; a bad taste left in his mouth.

Sybil was not a bad mother, at least she tried not to be. She always told him to look both ways before crossing a street, to keep his elbows off the dinner table, and to only turn in your tax returns when there was absolutely a chance of being evicted. Despite his bad habit of drinking and smoking, he was a bright kid, honor roll taped to the fridge each semester. Scholarships for money came easy where applying himself fell short.
HAWTHORNE
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“I think it’s good to change the place where one sleeps from time to time. I believe it gives one more interesting dreams.” ​

❝ DOSSIER. ❞
【name】— jasper jermaine freeman
【age】— 22 years old
【gender】— male
【sexuality】— demisexual
【p.o.b】— dahlonega, georgia
【role】— lower class guy

❝ VISAGE. ❞
【appearance】— a head of tight curls with hues of brown so dark that they’re usually mistaken as back, frames a face that is not quite man and not quite boy. his features are strong in the way his jaw comes to a point, the way his brows are bushy and seemingly untamable, yet soft in the plush of his cheeks, the fullness of his lips. He attempts to draw away from these features with facial hair yet he is still called boyish. with golden brown skin he looks as though he spends many hours of the day basking in the sun’s bright glow. it glows as though he is favored by some solar deity. his body is tall and strong, from years of farm work and running around with family and friends. he is not awkward in his length, no he is graceful in the quiet way that he carries. he has a jagged scar that stretches from his forehead, over his eye, and to his chin.

❝ PERSONA. ❞
【personality】— jasper is like a gentle breeze, washing over the senses softly and leaving nothing disturbed in his wake. there is a certain lack of awareness about him, as if he needs to be tied down or else he’ll float right away. it gives off the impression that he is forever daydreaming, head stuck in the clouds with no hope or wanting to return to the ground. some call him a fool yet their comments roll off of his back like water off of a dolphin’s. they go into one ear and out of the other with no way of latching onto his being. he doesn’t allow them to take room and fester in his mind.

the air around him seems light for some reason. there is a gentleness that surrounds his person, a disarming trait that leaves most with the feeling of being at ease around him. for all of his height jasper is a careful young man, a quiet person who does his best not to disturb the world around him. his hands, rough and calloused from work, are delicate in the way they interact with things, as though he’s scared to break something.

there is nothing complicated about jasper. he is a simple man with simple goals. there are no ulterior motives or schemes running through his mind. no, honestly is something that he values and games are only enjoyed when not at the cost of harming someone else, be it me mentally or physically. he is a true pacifist who does not like violence in any sense. he tries to avoid it as best he can in fact.

【likes】— whittling, nature strolls, botanical gardens, silk scarves, apple pie, fluffy cats, children, fall festivals, cloud watching, napping in trees
【dislikes】— cold weather, splinters, pessimism, malicious people, rushing, coffee, sour things, fighting

❝ PERSONAL LIFE. ❞

【major in college】— wildlife conservation & environmental science
【current occupation】— ecologist
【room design】— jasper’s room would hold all the similarities to an indoor garden. plants would decorate the room as well as knick knacks that he’s thrifted and mementos from home.

❝ HISTORY. ❞

【 background 】— rural georgia is a place where things out of the ordinary rarely happen and the town of dahlonega is no different. it came as no surprise that the youth would often get bored of their little old town. delores freeman had been one of those youths. a vivacious 20 something year old with big dreams, she often spoke of how she would one day leave her bland home. she was never someone who took things slow, she was always on the move and living it up like it was her last day on earth. so when she suddenly ditched down with some random man she’d met at one of the town’s only spas, it left her parents heartbroken but not surprised. at least delores had spoken with them through letters and post cards.

nine months later she would return home with a coming home present swaddled in her arms. her parents welcomed her home, tried to ease her heartbreak as much as they could. the little bundle, jasper she’d named him, would serve to add more warmth to their little family. together they would raise him to be a fine young man. his mother would teach him to enjoy what life had to offer while his grandparents instilled traditional values into his head. but life was a fickle mistress and things did not turn out as they would hope.

little jasper was only one three years old when he was all dressed in black, watching as the box that contained his mother was lowered into the ground. to the town it had been a hunting accident but his grandparents found out the truth after the funeral. delores had left a letter for them. delores begged for her parents to not treat him differently, to give him all of the love that she would no longer be able to. little jasper was still raised with those traditional values. he grew into a hardworking yet soft-spoken young man. the older folk would compliment his grandparents on raising such a fine gentleman, a boy who worked on his family’s farm and sold their goods without a complaint.

before her mind went his grandma would tell him stories of gods and monsters. he’d listen with wide eyes and open ears, covers pulled up to his nose as she spoke. his faithful dog quake sleeping beside his bed, keeping him safe throughout the night. as he grew older it was only natural that he no longer believed in the stories, naturally he assumed the same for his grandmother. so when she came at him with a knife, calling him a monster, he could not even react in time to dodge the blade.

still he loved her and did not hold his injury against her. jasper continued on with his small town life until his grandfather sat him down one day and asked him what is was that he wanted to do with his life. He urged his grandson to live for himself and so jasper worked to attend school and then secure a scholarship at a university that he’d reached out to. now with those years behind him he plans to continue his career and use his education to help his family back home.
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FACECLAIM:621ec0466abda4c1a19adf63aaf36451.jpg

NAME:Mitsuri Ichigo(English Translation:Honey Strawberry(yes, its an accurate translation dont try google translate trust me it isnt accurate lol!)
Nickname(s):Honey,Strawberry,strawberry short cake,honey pie,
AGE (21-23):21 years old

PERSONALITY:Honey is a huge cinnamonroll i say she acts like sailor moon!(which is her childhood show) shes innocent,kind-hearted,always eating,always sleeping, loves drawing japanese cartoon characters,shes a bit of a crybaby and a clutz...shes kinda childish she dresses up in all kinds of anime tee shirts or cosplay outfits(she shops a lot at hot topic.......sheesh she cant even keep one paycheck for a day....straight to hot topic she goes!)mitsuri is a hopeless romantic when she sees a girl she thinks is pretty the girl can push her,slap her,anything! but honey would forgive anything

APPEARANCE: (body modifs) Mitsuri wears thigh high socks most of the time and mini skirts and any t shirts she can find!

BRIEF HISTORY: Honey was born originally in the US she was raised by her drunk and abusive father who would abuse(in all sorts of ways) her and she was normally malnourished and was always left in her bedroom drawing cartoon characters on the wall and drawing food or drinks with cute faces until someone reported that there could be possible child abuse in honey's home and then she was taken away from her father and was sent to prison. he was abusive towards her because in their old home a fire happened due to honey's dad telling her to start the stove for him to cook but it was left on really high and too long that a fire happened and her mom was present and her mom ran out not realizing honey was still there she ran back in and carried honey near the front door the fire got real big and honey ran out before she could get any serious injuries and then her mom stayed in the house knowing she was gonna die her last words were "I rather die saving my baby girl then die of old age." after that day honey was in the hospital due to some injuries and then her dad was so mad and depressed he took it out on honey starving her,making her sleep outside if she told him to stop,etc. after honey was taken away from her father a family from japan that was on her moms side(honey's dad was half white half Filipino while her mom was blasian half black half asian) so the family decided to take her in and decided to call her mitsuri ichigo which ofc means honey strawberry she was raised in japan and started making manga and webcomics online and made childrens books about discrimination,sexism,etc when she turned 18 she moved to london to go to the university to study
art,animation, and manga/anime and also to become a pediatrician if her manga job doesnt work out! since then mitsuri/honey has been living on her own happily and....wasting money on silly cute things she still thinks about her past and feels guilty about her father and thinks it is her fault her mom died.....and will feel bad for her father thinking he had a reason to do those things to her even though she shouldnt but still even if mitsuri/honey has those thoughts shes still a childish cinnamonroll still discovering adulthood some people mistake her for a teenager due to how short she is(she was being malnourished which caused her to grow slowly and which resulted in her having the average height of a 14 year old girl. her dream is to become a manga artist because her biological mom before she died was making a anime about honey it was suppose to be called "Honeypie's Magical Adventures!" which was about a little girl who was sweet and could turn into a magical princess that fights evil, Honey is working on a anime about girls of color fighting against discriminating villains to teach kids about discrimination!

HOW WOULD THEY DECORATE THEIR BEDROOM IN THE APARTMENT honestly honey would just have cute stuff animals galore and all kinds of cute japanese things....and snack wrappers and drinks all over her room her room would kinda look like this(I KNOW IT SAID DESCRIBE BUT I COULDNT HELP MYSELF-)dc28ee87fdb7606969926e220e611eae.jpgWHAT DID THEY STUDY AT UNIVERSITY
Arts and Animation,

Current Occupation: Animator,Manga Artist,Children's book artist,

P.O.B.:Hokkaido,Japan

Sexuality:Lesbian

Pronouns:She/They

Catchphrase: "a happy day for me is a yummy cupcake with every type of sprinkles on it in existence....and sharing it with people i love!...you might get 32% of it hehe....."

Fun Facts:

Honey/Mitsuri's favorite food are meat wrapped onigiri and meat buns!

Her Favorite Snack is mint chocolate kitkats and rakugan

Her Favorite Desserts are cake pops and cakesicles!

Honey/Mitsuri has a habit of staying up too late..

Honey/Mitsuri is very childish but can get serious at times

Honey/Mitsuri always wears cat onsies to bed

Honey/Mitsuri is the type of person to stay in the bathtub for 2 hours straight putting bubbles on her face and making weird voice impressions and talking to herself

*forgot to add*
Likes:Children,Sweets,Hot Topic,Styling Her Hair,Video Games,Helping Others,Eating,Sleeping,Drawing,Babysitting,picking out clothes,shopping,going to libraries and seeing her books

Dislikes: People wasting food(due to her past she thinks everyone should be thankful for what they have),Discrimination,talking about her past,bigger people bullying kids,


*i apologize for the long brief history i go wild...on making backstories it aint even funny but most of them are like angst...*
 
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Alexandria Collins

Age: 22

Nickname: Alex

Height: 5’6”

Occupation: Full-time college student, upper class

Major: Animation, minor graphic design

Status: Single, ready to mingle

Sexuality: Bisexual, no preference

Family: Mom (Fiona) Dad (Harold) Little sister age 17 (Sierra). She's relatively close with her parents but really close to her sister. They always had each other backs growing up so they are basically best friends

Family background: Fiona is a supreme court judge, Harold is a lawyer, and Sierra is a high school student.


Pets: gray kitty age 1 (Danika) and hamster age 1 (Ollie) 1678378660972.png1678378695963.png

Personality: Alex can be kind in the way that she is always positive and courteous. She's always full of ideas and loves to draw. Her closet is full of all sorts of clothing and she has a great fashion sense. She loves to read, mostly romance or fantasy novels. Alex is outgoing and was always popular.

Alex has grown up around rich people her whole life but she never quite felt like she belonged, she spends some of free time volunteering at a soup kitchen. She is generous and tried to help those in need whenever possible.

Flaws: Alex can be very stubborn and talkative. She can be the jealous type and a perfectionist. She spends too much money on clothes. Alex can also be capricious and naïve at times.

Likes: Alex loves to be surrounded by nature and animals because it is relaxing. She loves fashion because she loves to be stylish and have an outfit for everything. She loves to draw because she gets to be creative and her true self. Alex loves to read because she loves to escape into fake worlds. She likes going out with friends because she always has fun and she enjoys being social.

Dislikes: Alex hates licorice because it's disgusting. She doesn't like spiders because they are creepy. She also hates clowns, they are creepy fellas. She doesn't it when people litter because littering is damaging to the environment. Alex doesn't like math because she prefers being creative to being logical. She doesn't enjoy music without lyrics because she likes her music to have meaning. She hates the sound of bagpipes. Leopard print is hideous, it's even worse when it's real.

History: She was born in October so she's a Libra in London, England. She lived in a small flat with her parents and sister. She and her sister have always been close and have been best friends since they were really young. She was 5 when Sierra was born so she doesn't remember much of that time but she remembers more of her elementary and middle school days. She did pretty decent at school and never had issues making friends. Alex lost her grandparents when she was only 8 years old and it changed a lot about her family dynamics. Her mom was distraught for months after. She was always able to make and break friendships like it was no big deal. She was always in some kind of art club after school. She loved art since she could draw. She became best friends with a girl named Kara. Kara studies biology full-time and is also a barista at a local coffee shop. Alex worked at that shop for a bit but then it became too stressful balancing that and school. Alex dated guys and girls throughout school but never too long. Her longest was only 8 months with Lily. Alex graduated high school with almost a 3.6 GPA and went to college. She feels ready for her next relationship and hopes this one will stick around a bit. Alex and Thea went to boarding school together.

Her Favorites: ice cream (rocky road, she loves chocolate and caramel) cake (red velvet, she loves the flavor) flowers (daisies, pretty) color (purple, nice pretty) food (sushi, yum) type of music (pop, catchy dancy) animal (dolphin/elephant cute) type of movies (romcom, sappy cute)
Her least favorites: ice cream (vanilla, boring), cake (matcha tea, not a tea fan), flowers (sunflower, boring), color (green, gross) food (licorice and black cherry, ew), music type (metal, loud) animal (mosquito, annoying) movie genre (documentary, boring)

Bedroom: minimalist dream catcher above the bed stuffed animals hidden
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NAME: Zane Grey worth
AGE (21-23) 22
Personality: Zane is unlike a lot of guys; he doesn't fit the profile of a spoiled rich kid, and that's just how he likes it. He did his duty while living with his family but was not particularly fond of high society, though he does realize it has its time and place. He didn't want to be like his other 7 brothers and sisters, who have cliché-type jobs, so he started saving money at a young age. While he can be easy to talk to and very understanding, he's not beyond getting tough when he needs to be. The rest you will find out during the rp
Appearance: Fairly tanky but not a meathead by any means, he often has a thick orange beard, but he does cut it down or style it from time to time. He has a tattoo of a phoenix on his right arm and is often seen in basic grey t-shirts and jeans.
Brief History: Zane's family wasn't always rich and living in luxury, as a matter of fact, they were as poor as dirt at one point. Zane can't say all of his life choices have been great, he got into a lot of fights because he used to protect his younger siblings during school, even though they were his stepbrothers and sisters. Zane's stepmother, Aura, was in jail as a teenager for accidental manslaughter, but she made her keep an eye on him through her friends. When he got out she wanted to turn her life around, and with her new boyfriend now husband, she took up forging swords and such for a living. Zane would help her in the workshop when he had time between jobs and friends and hobbies such as model making and cooking. He makes prop weapons and other film related props. He works behind the scenes as a rule so he's not in the public eye much. He's been at this since he was a kid. He has made a lot of money doing this. He uses some that money to help those less fortunate.
How would they decorate their bedroom in the apartment: Zane has a mix of anime, and manga and food posts and so and yes he has an anime bed because he loves anime. Some have called his place the perfect man cave.
WHAT DID THEY STUDY AT UNIVERSITY: Creative arts
CURRENT OCCUPATION (freelance forger
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freeman
;; jasper

“I think it’s good to change the place where one sleeps from time to time. I believe it gives one more interesting dreams.” ​

❝ DOSSIER. ❞
【name】— jasper jermaine freeman
【age】— 22 years old
【gender】— male
【sexuality】— demisexual
【p.o.b】— dahlonega, georgia
【role】— lower class guy

❝ VISAGE. ❞
【appearance】— a head of tight curls with hues of brown so dark that they’re usually mistaken as back, frames a face that is not quite man and not quite boy. his features are strong in the way his jaw comes to a point, the way his brows are bushy and seemingly untamable, yet soft in the plush of his cheeks, the fullness of his lips. He attempts to draw away from these features with facial hair yet he is still called boyish. with golden brown skin he looks as though he spends many hours of the day basking in the sun’s bright glow. it glows as though he is favored by some solar deity. his body is tall and strong, from years of farm work and running around with family and friends. he is not awkward in his length, no he is graceful in the quiet way that he carries. he has a jagged scar that stretches from his forehead, over his eye, and to his chin.

❝ PERSONA. ❞
【personality】— jasper is like a gentle breeze, washing over the senses softly and leaving nothing disturbed in his wake. there is a certain lack of awareness about him, as if he needs to be tied down or else he’ll float right away. it gives off the impression that he is forever daydreaming, head stuck in the clouds with no hope or wanting to return to the ground. some call him a fool yet their comments roll off of his back like water off of a dolphin’s. they go into one ear and out of the other with no way of latching onto his being. he doesn’t allow them to take room and fester in his mind.

the air around him seems light for some reason. there is a gentleness that surrounds his person, a disarming trait that leaves most with the feeling of being at ease around him. for all of his height jasper is a careful young man, a quiet person who does his best not to disturb the world around him. his hands, rough and calloused from work, are delicate in the way they interact with things, as though he’s scared to break something.

there is nothing complicated about jasper. he is a simple man with simple goals. there are no ulterior motives or schemes running through his mind. no, honestly is something that he values and games are only enjoyed when not at the cost of harming someone else, be it me mentally or physically. he is a true pacifist who does not like violence in any sense. he tries to avoid it as best he can in fact.

【likes】— whittling, nature strolls, botanical gardens, silk scarves, apple pie, fluffy cats, children, fall festivals, cloud watching, napping in trees
【dislikes】— cold weather, splinters, pessimism, malicious people, rushing, coffee, sour things, fighting

❝ PERSONAL LIFE. ❞

【major in college】— wildlife conservation & environmental science
【current occupation】— ecologist
【room design】— jasper’s room would hold all the similarities to an indoor garden. plants would decorate the room as well as knick knacks that he’s thrifted and mementos from home.

❝ HISTORY. ❞

【 background 】— rural georgia is a place where things out of the ordinary rarely happen and the town of dahlonega is no different. it came as no surprise that the youth would often get bored of their little old town. delores freeman had been one of those youths. a vivacious 20 something year old with big dreams, she often spoke of how she would one day leave her bland home. she was never someone who took things slow, she was always on the move and living it up like it was her last day on earth. so when she suddenly ditched down with some random man she’d met at one of the town’s only spas, it left her parents heartbroken but not surprised. at least delores had spoken with them through letters and post cards.

nine months later she would return home with a coming home present swaddled in her arms. her parents welcomed her home, tried to ease her heartbreak as much as they could. the little bundle, jasper she’d named him, would serve to add more warmth to their little family. together they would raise him to be a fine young man. his mother would teach him to enjoy what life had to offer while his grandparents instilled traditional values into his head. but life was a fickle mistress and things did not turn out as they would hope.

little jasper was only one three years old when he was all dressed in black, watching as the box that contained his mother was lowered into the ground. to the town it had been a hunting accident but his grandparents found out the truth after the funeral. delores had left a letter for them. delores begged for her parents to not treat him differently, to give him all of the love that she would no longer be able to. little jasper was still raised with those traditional values. he grew into a hardworking yet soft-spoken young man. the older folk would compliment his grandparents on raising such a fine gentleman, a boy who worked on his family’s farm and sold their goods without a complaint.

before her mind went his grandma would tell him stories of gods and monsters. he’d listen with wide eyes and open ears, covers pulled up to his nose as she spoke. his faithful dog quake sleeping beside his bed, keeping him safe throughout the night. as he grew older it was only natural that he no longer believed in the stories, naturally he assumed the same for his grandmother. so when she came at him with a knife, calling him a monster, he could not even react in time to dodge the blade.

still he loved her and did not hold his injury against her. jasper continued on with his small town life until his grandfather sat him down one day and asked him what is was that he wanted to do with his life. He urged his grandson to live for himself and so jasper worked to attend school and then secure a scholarship at a university that he’d reached out to. now with those years behind him he plans to continue his career and use his education to help his family back home.
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Riley, 21
She/Her
Tattoo Artist
Mad Hatters Tattoo, London

About me
Labelled as "The Rebel" but a true rebel doesn't live by labels but i guess they have a point, a lower class girl who hates authority and shows this through her reckless and cunning ways maybe it fits the box of rebel. But i don't want to be put in the box and I wont.

My Basics
📏 5'2"
🔩 Active
🎓Studied Illustration and Graphic Design

🍷 Socially
🚬 Socially
🍃 Socially

🔎 If it happens
🍼 Want Someday

✨ Sagittarius
🙏 Atheist
💞 Pan


My Likes
🥂 Parties
🎨 Art/drawing

⛈️Thunderstorms
⚰️Graveyards

🏚️ Exploring abandoned places and buildings
🤗 Mosh pits


My Dislikes
🍫Dark Chocolate
✈️Heights

😩being bored
🎅 Her dad

🤡 Clowns
My History
Riley's mother was a doting, passionate artist and mother. She was loving, kind and loved her kids with everything she had unfortunately she died when Riley was 6 and most of what Riley knows about her mother is what she has been told by her brother, Oli. Riley's father withdrew himself from his children after their mother died and the siblings tend to blame their father for what happened, after all it was because of his dodgy gambling and lack of ability to pay debts that got their mother killed in the first place.Riley and Oli have basically had to fend for themselves since their mother died, while Oli, being 5 years older, essentially took over the father role of Riley , Riley still did her best to help out where she could and the two are a very close duo. Their fathers gambling never stopped and got worse after their mothers passing, he also began to drink heavily and continues to plummet himself into more debt with even more dangerous men. Throughout her life, Riley has dealt with breakins, attempted kidnappings and other stuff which has caused her hard exterior and tough nature. When Oli turned 17 he began working in a tattoo parlor as an apprentice and quickly became an established artist with high reviews. He moved out shortly after and took Riley with him, they havnt seen their father in 7 years and are better off for it.
Personality

Riley is rebellious and alluring. She is brave and doesnt back down from a fight. She's spontaneous and tends to act on a whim leaving the consequences of her actions to be thought about/dealt with at a later stage.
Riley can be most accurately described as Free. She doesn't care for other peoples opinions or what other people think of her and so living her life how she chooses to. She is an atsy kind of person and tends to express her emotions through tattooing her skin or doodling in her sketchpad.
Riley is a partier and chooses to live life to the fullest, the way she see's it is that her time to have fun is now before shes older and has responsibilities, her motto is "Live Fast, Die Pretty" and the proof is in the way she lives her life. Many people have commented on the fact that Riley acts as though she has a death wish, but Riley has never looked that far into her decisions.
She is a great listener and can be just as good at giving advice. She's caring, passionate and would do anything for her friends, even if it meant putting herself in danger. Trust and loyalty are very important to her and if you break them, you may never get it back. She can go from your best friend to your worst nightmare in seconds if you cross her.
Riley gives of the persona of being carefree and easy just cruising through life and taking each day at a time. However she's not as care free as she seems.
Riley's Location
London, England
3 Miles Away

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My Anthem
You call me a bitch like its a bad thing by Halestorm
03:11
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Riley's Top Artists on Spotify
Halestorm
Korn

Linken Park
Maggie Lindemann

Limp Bizkit
Evanescence


coded by Sugarnaut



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Darkish tones, fairy lights and art - not over the top but homely.Her art stuff would be in the corner just out of view
 
final girl. said:

EYES WITHOUT A FACE,
GOT NO HUMAN GRACE.​


HUGE WIP

FULL NAME: Casey Hawthorne
NICKNAMES: Headcase Hawthorne, Hawth, Thorney (never Casey unless you're asking for it)

AGE: Twenty-two
GENDER: Cis-male
SEXUALITY: Queer
P.O.B: Dagenham, UK
ROLE: Upper class guy

FACECLAIM: Anson Boon
HEIGHT: 5'11 ½"
HAIR: A shock of red, ruddy hair, sticking out of his head in spikes. Utterly unnatural and easily matted, one marvels at his craft scissor craftsmanship, sideways bangs and overgrown roots. An untamable mass of hair, slick with gel and stiff to the touch.
EYES: Large, bloodshot, and round- framed by patchy red eyebrows and a fan of thick eyelashes. His polychromatic hazel green eyes are saucer-like, with a thousand mile stare that makes it feel as if he's looking through you instead of at you.
DIST. FEATURES: Some say beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, but Hawthorne has a face only a mother could love. Not always an ugly duckling, Hawthorne was often known for his good looks as a boy, but the bramble of red hair and gray skin remaining leaves one wondering if Hawth has seen the light of day in weeks. Dark eyes, yellow teeth and broken nails, bruised knuckles and peeled scabs on proud display to make for his bad actions. A boyish grin hardly bays a disproving glare, disaster dressed in decadence. With legs like a barstool and a twiggy frame, Hawthorne is one stop short of sickly. He embraces it, flaunts it proudly, even, plaster-painted kneecaps and a narrow divet in his chest right above where his heart should be.

OVERVIEW:
impish, charismatic, theatrical, disruptive, spiteful, stubborn as a mule, underachiever, a goddamn nuisance, intelligent, unmannered, altruistic, crude, surprisingly clingy, a kleptomaniac in counseling

IN DEPTH:
Most people have a tendency to underestimate Casey, be it for his disarming delibrancy to float through life or his penchant for borrowing from his parent's bank account. Akin to a wounded animal, gnashing teeth and drunken spittle between broken syllables. Where there's trouble, Hawthorne's not far behind. Tiptoeing around truthfulness, tittering on trepidation, to put up with Hawthorne is a feat easier said than done. He'll go easy on you at first, let you come and go as you please, keep you at a comfortable arm's length-- but creature of compassion he is not.

If nothing else, Hawthorne walks the line between too much and nothing at all. He slips through the cracks and leaves weeds sprouting in his wake, gone but never forgotten. A spectacle of wasted potential, a college grad with his head hardly above water. A could-be has-been who slips past overdue rent by the skin of his teeth, dancing around authority and carrying himself with an air of displaced debonair. A gilded spoon gleaming golden kid that's flickered and fizzled out, the first family disappointment of his name. A title he bears proudly behind tinning laughter

PERSONAL:
COLLEGE MAJOR: Political Science
CURRENT OCCUPATION: Unemployed
ROOM DESIGN: The room with the biggest window, ideal of chain smoking and flicking his ashes on unsuspecting civilians below. A maze of laundry, clean and dirty alike, pile the floor in crumpled, untouched heaps. Takeaway boxes and half-drank cans of soda cover his bedside dresser beside a copy of Stephen King's "Carrie" with the cover torn off. An exposed mattress, silk pillows, and blanket stolen borrowed from a friend make up his sleeping space, peeling posters of Brit Pop bands line the walls. His dearest and most prized possession, his degree, is tacked to the wall, unframed, covered by a tower of books no one dare touch in fear of a landslide (or worse, a noise complaint). Illuminated by the yellow haze of a flickering lamp, Hawthorne's hidey hole hardly prompts any unwanted visitors.

—
HISTORY —

Memories blur and flicker together like a badly filmed picture show. Days of youth bleed into each other, scraped knees and bruised knuckles. Boyhood has not been kind to Casey, it has made him violent, and bitter, and ugly inside and out. A martyr of self-destruction.

Somewhere in a far off dream, bare feet pad across the kitchen floor, sticky fingers reaching out to tug on the tattered fringe of mother's apron. A sigh and the smell of sausage cooking, mornings in the Brooks home were the closest thing to peace for Sybil and her son Casey. A halfway house was hardly home for a toddler, but the tenants paid rent, and the money was enough to keep food on the table.

In her youth, Sybil dreamed of being a dancer- a long legged, graceless thing with a quiet desperation that drew men to her. She would achieve her dream, making minimum wage and tips at The Rear End strip club, where she met Casey's stepfather, a bald bastard businessman who promised to take her far away from here. Her first mistake was believing him.

Martin Hawthorne, Sybil would later find out, was not the man he made himself out to be. Three times married and three times divorced by the age of thirty-seven, courting a girl twenty years his junior. Saccharine sweet words swept Sybil off her feet, putty in the hands of a man who made life seem livelier- leaving home felt like second nature.

Somewhere among the ash trays and empty beer bottles, Casey plunged his hands into the leather couch cushions to retrieve the remote. On the evenings when Mom had forgot to tuck him in at night and Martin was stupid enough to fall asleep in the den, he snuck downstairs, past the exposed nail on the second step and into the living room, where in the early hours visitors would peel themselves from the floor in a drunken stupor and go home.

He was five years old when he learned how to pop the top of a beer bottle with his teeth. Seven when he learned not to speak a word of Martin's infidelity, and eight when he took a swig of his mother's stash for the first time. Cigarettes became a habit before the age of thirteen, much to the chagrin of old men who played poker in their basement. Raised more by the maids than his own mother, who grappled with her own issues; motherhood, bills, and spending her monthly allowance in a timely manner. Teenagedom was hardly eventful; a bad taste left in his mouth.

Sybil was not a bad mother, at least she tried not to be. She always told him to look both ways before crossing a street, to keep his elbows off the dinner table, and to only turn in your tax returns when there was absolutely a chance of being evicted. Despite his bad habit of drinking and smoking, he was a bright kid, honor roll taped to the fridge each semester. Scholarships for money came easy where applying himself fell short.

EXTRAS —


HAWTHORNE
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neverbackdown said:

Riley, 21
She/Her
Tattoo Artist
Mad Hatters Tattoo, London

About me
Labelled as "The Rebel" but a true rebel doesn't live by labels but i guess they have a point, a lower class girl who hates authority and shows this through her reckless and cunning ways maybe it fits the box of rebel. But i don't want to be put in the box and I wont.

My Basics
📏 5'2"
🔩 Active
🎓Studied Illustration and Graphic Design

🍷 Socially
🚬 Socially
🍃 Socially

🔎 If it happens
🍼 Want Someday

✨ Sagittarius
🙏 Atheist
💞 Pan


My Likes
🥂 Parties
🎨 Art/drawing

⛈️Thunderstorms
⚰️Graveyards

🏚️ Exploring abandoned places and buildings
🤗 Mosh pits


My Dislikes
🍫Dark Chocolate
✈️Heights

😩being bored
🎅 Her dad

🤡 Clowns
My History
Riley's mother was a doting, passionate artist and mother. She was loving, kind and loved her kids with everything she had unfortunately she died when Riley was 6 and most of what Riley knows about her mother is what she has been told by her brother, Oli. Riley's father withdrew himself from his children after their mother died and the siblings tend to blame their father for what happened, after all it was because of his dodgy gambling and lack of ability to pay debts that got their mother killed in the first place.Riley and Oli have basically had to fend for themselves since their mother died, while Oli, being 5 years older, essentially took over the father role of Riley , Riley still did her best to help out where she could and the two are a very close duo. Their fathers gambling never stopped and got worse after their mothers passing, he also began to drink heavily and continues to plummet himself into more debt with even more dangerous men. Throughout her life, Riley has dealt with breakins, attempted kidnappings and other stuff which has caused her hard exterior and tough nature. When Oli turned 17 he began working in a tattoo parlor as an apprentice and quickly became an established artist with high reviews. He moved out shortly after and took Riley with him, they havnt seen their father in 7 years and are better off for it.
Personality

Riley is rebellious and alluring. She is brave and doesnt back down from a fight. She's spontaneous and tends to act on a whim leaving the consequences of her actions to be thought about/dealt with at a later stage.
Riley can be most accurately described as Free. She doesn't care for other peoples opinions or what other people think of her and so living her life how she chooses to. She is an atsy kind of person and tends to express her emotions through tattooing her skin or doodling in her sketchpad.
Riley is a partier and chooses to live life to the fullest, the way she see's it is that her time to have fun is now before shes older and has responsibilities, her motto is "Live Fast, Die Pretty" and the proof is in the way she lives her life. Many people have commented on the fact that Riley acts as though she has a death wish, but Riley has never looked that far into her decisions.
She is a great listener and can be just as good at giving advice. She's caring, passionate and would do anything for her friends, even if it meant putting herself in danger. Trust and loyalty are very important to her and if you break them, you may never get it back. She can go from your best friend to your worst nightmare in seconds if you cross her.
Riley gives of the persona of being carefree and easy just cruising through life and taking each day at a time. However she's not as care free as she seems.
Riley's Location
London, England
3 Miles Away

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿London, England
My Anthem
You call me a bitch like its a bad thing by Halestorm
03:11
4F4Jt6X.png
Riley's Top Artists on Spotify
Halestorm
Korn

Linken Park
Maggie Lindemann

Limp Bizkit
Evanescence


coded by Sugarnaut



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Darkish tones, fairy lights and art - not over the top but homely.Her art stuff would be in the corner just out of view
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Accepted! :) (Also love that Halestorm song lol)
 
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FACECLAIM:
Alia Shawkat

NAME:
Cleopetra Ann Martin
NICKNAMES:
Leo, Petra
She goes exclusively by Leo, except for in 'professional settings' where she'll sometimes introduce herself as Petra (she thinks it sounds more refined and mature). However, she hates her full name and will ignore you if you address her by it. The first time, at least. (She's not as strong-willed about it as she likes to imagine herself being.)

AGE:
23

ORIENTATION:
Bisexual

PERSONALITY:
A hard-working person with a tendency to pick up bad habits and never drop them; she smokes, and drinks, and she's not good at controlling herself with either of those habits. She's very easily stressed out, but usually tries to keep up her typical optimistic views and keep her struggles private, thinking that nobody else really needs to hear about it; unfortunately for her, it's usually very easy to see through, as she's a bad liar, an even worse actor, and stress-bakes to a slightly concerning extent. She'll sometimes make up to 7 or 8 batches of cupcakes in a day if she's really having a bad time, and that's not even her record. That's 192 individual cupcakes. Also known as way too many. Babe's stressed. And she doesn't just make cupcakes, either; bread is her favourite, but when she's particularly upset she likes to make pastries that are very intricate and difficult to pull off.
She always shares them, though, which leads to another one of her major traits-- she's intrinsically kind and generous, and frequently worries about the well-being of others, even over her own. Which isn't surprising, as she tends to neglect her own needs, but still. She's even got first aid training in case of an emergency (it's not super helpful when the sight of blood makes her vomit, but it's the thought that counts, right?), along with many other certifications. She likes helping people-- making others happy makes her happy, and so she's willing to put an incredible amount of effort into doing so.
Leo's not incredibly outgoing, but she's not introverted either; she likes hanging out with others and making conversation significantly more than being alone with her thoughts, actually, and she processes everything best when she's got someone to bounce her thoughts off of, she's often distracted and scatter-brained and may need someone to pull her into the conversation or remind her of plans she's made.
She's been an overachiever her entire life and takes failure hard-- she collects achievements almost like trophies and takes pride in them, but tends to be hyper-dedicated to gaining skills and feel that the ones she's already got aren't enough, or that other people are disappointed that she's not still trying for more. Leo is undeniably a people-pleaser and even she knows it, but nonetheless, she struggles to stand up for herself other than quietly working to prove people wrong, especially her own thoughts.

APPEARANCE:
A short, slim person with a heavily-freckled complexion and dark, long-lashed eyes. She's got dark, fluffy curly brown hair that settles around her shoulders, and a defined facial shape with a pronounced brow ridge and cheekbones. She tends to dress in generally just whatever she's got lying around, which might be anything-- old sweaters and jeans, though, mostly, as she has quite a limited wardrobe, and though she generally prefers cool colours she'll always prioritize comfort over style. She looks practically the opposite of physically intimidating, but she's got surprisingly strong arms from kneading dough and scatterings of burn scars over her hands from baking accidents, as it's a hobby she's been doing for years at this point; she's baked her way through the stresses of high school and university, and she's still very much baking now. She often looks tired and bears visible bags under her eyes, and she bruises easily, which, combined with a tendency to bump into objects, usually leaves her with at least one small bruise somewhere on her body at any given time. Not really one for jewelry, but her ears are pierced, and she'll sometimes wear silver necklaces or rings, although she owns very few.

BRIEF HISTORY:
Leo grew up as an only child in London, splitting her time between where she lived with her mother in London and her father, who she visited a couple of times a year where he lived in the U.S. but had an ambivalent relationship with; as she got older, she realized she mostly had liked the trips, and they ended up losing contact. She had a largely unremarkable childhood, for the most part, beyond that, but she worked very hard academically and was decently well-known as a hard-working student.
She broke her arm once, and being taken to the hospital, was distressed by the number of people in there-- surely they could treat them faster, or better? She made up her mind on the spot to become a doctor and do something about it, promptly forgot about her promise, decided she wanted to be a combination marine biologist-dancer instead as children so love doing, gave up on those, remembered she wanted to be a doctor, realized that blood made her feel ill, and eventually ended up figuring out what she wanted to be while she still had the time to get the requirements. And then she put an obscene amount of work in through high school in hopes of getting a scholarship, which she did! So she could afford to go to university. Sort of. She's still in debt from it. But that's fine!

FUN FACTS:​
  • As a child, she had a dog! A shelter mutt, large and black and fluffy and somewhat intimidating but absolutely terrified of littler dogs, named Millie. She died at the age of 7 when Leo was around 13, of heart disease. Leo's wanted to get another dog since then, but at first she was too sad over Millie's death and then her mom decided she didn't want any more dogs in the house.​
  • She did both gymnastics and ballet as a child when her father still paid for it, but she had to give up as she got older since they didn't have the money for it any longer. She was terrible at gymnastics and got injured constantly, but surprisingly good at ballet-- her instructor thought it might have to do with the music giving her a pattern to follow. The other kids in her gymnastics group also bullied her, though, so that very well may have had something to do with it.​
  • She has very strong opinions on muffins. Namely that she hates them with a furious passion. She won't allow them in the apartment, to the point that she will see a muffin and bake one single cupcake for the sole purpose of replacing it.​
  • Leo's furiously competitive in regards to Kahoots specifically. Like, significantly more than usual, which is concerning because she's already super super competitive. She may have a bit of a Problem with them. She will do anything to win a Kahoot. Sabotage. Cheat. She's even resorted to physical violence on a few occasions in her youth. It's a bit scary.​
  • Instead of any reasonable, normal second language, she learned Latin. In, like, a conversational context, as well as scientific. She originally started to learn it as a kid (when she still wanted to be a doctor) when someone told her medical things were named in Latin; then she kept learning it because nobody else knew it and it was fun, and useful for learning new words when you can more often than not figure out the exact root of it.​
  • She's a liker of fractals, so much so that practically anything she's read has them doodled in the margins, and they can get very complex. She'd probably paint her walls into fractals if she had the motivation. Or money. Or time. It's not so much of a vested interest as much as just something she finds cool, though, so she doesn't put nearly as much effort into it as she does with her baking, or Latin, or massive obscure knowledge of random medical facts.​
  • Speaking of which, she really likes knowing things about medicine. Even if she can't stand to actually see most of the things she knows about (what with blood making her ill and all), she really likes learning about them, and so she has a vast compendium of medical knowledge in the off chance it's ever useful or relevant.​

HOW WOULD THEY DECORATE THEIR BEDROOM IN THE APARTMENT:
Looks grungy and small, despite being the same size as any other room in the apartment, and has at least a couple of spiders living in the corner. Leo has a loft bed with thin blankets hanging off the sides and one sad, deflated-looking pillow, a messy desk underneath with an office chair, a cleared space for her laptop, and piles of loose graph paper, stray pens and pencils, textbooks, abandoned energy drink cans, and so on. She tries to keep tidy, but she isn't the best at it-- she keeps the floor mostly clear though, to prevent tripping and bashing her head in as she's so prone to doing in cluttered pathways. And non-cluttered pathways. Really any pathways, to be honest, but tidiness usually helps. Clothes are stuffed haphazardly into the closet and spill out at the sides, her garbage bin is.. well, it's buried somewhere in there, and her windows (featuring a mostly shriveled and dead houseplant perched on the sill) are usually kept curtained shut to hide a slightly disappointing view of the road.

WHAT DID THEY STUDY AT UNIVERSITY:
Biomedical Engineering

CURRENT OCCUPATION:
Poundland Employee / University Student
She's still in university! She wants to get her Masters, so she's taking online classes while also working at... Poundland, the British version of Dollarama. She thinks it's an objectively worse name and is bitter about working there (she thinks it's lame and that she could probably do better, that's basically it), but she's already in debt and wants to at least try to offset it. And she still has to pay for things like rent and food, unfortunately enough.

ROLE:
Lower Class Girl

(planning to add code to this at some point, hopefully! for now I just wanted to get her in :] )​
 
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FACECLAIM:
Alia Shawkat

NAME:
Cleopetra Ann Martin
NICKNAMES:
Leo, Petra
She goes exclusively by Leo, except for in 'professional settings' where she'll sometimes introduce herself as Petra (she thinks it sounds more refined and mature). However, she hates her full name and will ignore you if you address her by it. The first time, at least. (She's not as strong-willed about it as she likes to imagine herself being.)

AGE:
23

ORIENTATION:
Bisexual

PERSONALITY:
A hard-working person with a tendency to pick up bad habits and never drop them; she smokes, and drinks, and she's not good at controlling herself with either of those habits. She's very easily stressed out, but usually tries to keep up her typical optimistic views and keep her struggles private, thinking that nobody else really needs to hear about it; unfortunately for her, it's usually very easy to see through, as she's a bad liar, an even worse actor, and stress-bakes to a slightly concerning extent. She'll sometimes make up to 7 or 8 batches of cupcakes in a day if she's really having a bad time, and that's not even her record. That's 192 individual cupcakes. Also known as way too many. Babe's stressed. And she doesn't just make cupcakes, either; bread is her favourite, but when she's particularly upset she likes to make pastries that are very intricate and difficult to pull off.
She always shares them, though, which leads to another one of her major traits-- she's intrinsically kind and generous, and frequently worries about the well-being of others, even over her own. Which isn't surprising, as she tends to neglect her own needs, but still. She's even got first aid training in case of an emergency (it's not super helpful when the sight of blood makes her vomit, but it's the thought that counts, right?), along with many other certifications. She likes helping people-- making others happy makes her happy, and so she's willing to put an incredible amount of effort into doing so.
Leo's not incredibly outgoing, but she's not introverted either; she likes hanging out with others and making conversation significantly more than being alone with her thoughts, actually, and she processes everything best when she's got someone to bounce her thoughts off of, she's often distracted and scatter-brained and may need someone to pull her into the conversation or remind her of plans she's made.
She's been an overachiever her entire life and takes failure hard-- she collects achievements almost like trophies and takes pride in them, but tends to be hyper-dedicated to gaining skills and feel that the ones she's already got aren't enough, or that other people are disappointed that she's not still trying for more. Leo is undeniably a people-pleaser and even she knows it, but nonetheless, she struggles to stand up for herself other than quietly working to prove people wrong, especially her own thoughts.

APPEARANCE:
A short, slim person with a heavily-freckled complexion and dark, long-lashed eyes. She's got dark, fluffy curly brown hair that settles around her shoulders, and a defined facial shape with a pronounced brow ridge and cheekbones. She tends to dress in generally just whatever she's got lying around, which might be anything-- old sweaters and jeans, though, mostly, and though she generally prefers cool colours she'll always prioritize comfort over style. She looks practically the opposite of physically intimidating, but she's got surprisingly strong arms from kneading dough and scatterings of burn scars over her hands from baking accidents, as it's a hobby she's been doing for years at this point; she's baked her way through the stresses of high school and university, and she's still very much baking now. She often looks tired and bears visible bags under her eyes, and she bruises easily, which, combined with a tendency to bump into objects, usually leaves her with at least one small bruise somewhere on her body at any given time. Not really one for jewelry, but her ears are pierced, and she'll sometimes wear silver necklaces or rings.

BRIEF HISTORY:
Leo grew up as an only child in London, splitting her time between where she lived with her mother in London and her father, who she visited a couple of times a year where he lived in the U.S. but had an ambivalent relationship with; as she got older, she realized she mostly had liked the trips, and they ended up losing contact. She had a largely unremarkable childhood, for the most part, beyond that, but she worked very hard academically and was decently well-known as a hard-working student.
She broke her arm once, and being taken to the hospital, was distressed by the number of people in there-- surely they could treat them faster, or better? She made up her mind on the spot to become a doctor and do something about it, promptly forgot about her promise, decided she wanted to be a combination marine biologist-dancer instead as children so love doing, gave up on those, remembered she wanted to be a doctor, realized that blood made her feel ill, and eventually ended up figuring out what she wanted to be while she still had the time to get the requirements. And then she put an obscene amount of work in through high school in hopes of getting a scholarship, which she did! So she could afford to go to university. Sort of. She's still in debt from it. But that's fine!

HOW WOULD THEY DECORATE THEIR BEDROOM IN THE APARTMENT:
Looks grungy and small, despite being the same size as any other room in the apartment, and has at least a couple of spiders living in the corner. Leo has a loft bed with thin blankets hanging off the sides and one sad, deflated-looking pillow, a messy desk underneath with an office chair, a cleared space for her laptop, and piles of loose graph paper, stray pens and pencils, textbooks, abandoned energy drink cans, and so on. She tries to keep tidy, but she isn't the best at it-- she keeps the floor mostly clear though, to prevent tripping and bashing her head in as she's so prone to doing in cluttered pathways. And non-cluttered pathways. Really any pathways, to be honest, but tidiness usually helps. Clothes are stuffed haphazardly into the closet and spill out at the sides, her garbage bin is.. well, it's buried somewhere in there, and her windows (featuring a mostly shriveled and dead houseplant perched on the sill) are usually kept curtained shut to hide a slightly disappointing view of the road.

WHAT DID THEY STUDY AT UNIVERSITY:
Biomedical Engineering

CURRENT OCCUPATION:
Poundland Employee / University Student
She's still in university! She wants to get her Masters, so she's taking online classes while also working at... Poundland, the British version of Dollarama. She thinks it's an objectively worse name and is bitter about working there (she thinks it's lame and that she could probably do better, that's basically it), but she's already in debt and wants to at least try to offset it. And she still has to pay for things like rent and food, unfortunately enough.

ROLE:
Lower Class Girl

(planning to add code to this at some point, hopefully! for now I just wanted to get her in :] )​
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Accepted! Lovely character :)
 
pastelpeaches said:













OTTO

lower class guy





































full name


otto theodore fischer









nickname(s)


theo









age


twenty-one









gender


transgender male, he/otter









p.o.b.


berlin, germany









d.o.b.


april 14th









sexuality


homosexual
















































  • hair

    Otto's hair color varies since otter likes to dye otters hair









    eyes

    Otto's eyes are a warm brown









    height

    5'1" (156cm)









    body mods.

    Otto has a septum piercing, a lip piercing, and ear piercings. Otto has a small stick and poke tattoo of a cat on otters left ankle










    faceclaim

    kaiisyourhomie

















♡coded by uxie♡

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Accepted! <3
 
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