Realistic or Modern ☆ Château Mimioux ☆

[Svadilfari]

So you want to enter the Château ? Then please let the Madame know who you are. If you're lucky enough, you might be selected.
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Name


Nickname


Age


Gender


Sexuality


Ethnicity




Quote
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Appearance {realistic photos only please! also add a description}

Likes {minimum of three}

Dislikes {minimum of three}

Talent/s {minimum of one}
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Fears {minimum of three}


Dreams {minimum of three}


Personality {minimum of one paragraph}


Biography {minimum of one paragraph}
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Relationship/s


Theme Song


Extra/s


Dorm Room


Writing Sample {can be taken from another RP}
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Please note that I do not reserve character sheets! I will accept based on the contents and presentation of the CS submitted. You do not have to follow the CS design here, but I require that your application include the details required. Deadline is on the twenty-second of February.


Also will need another moderator for this RP. If you're interested, please PM me. Thanks! {GM found!}

 

[CelestialBunny]

W.I.P

Basics

Name

Kimberly Leah McKaffé

Nickname

Kim or Lee

Age

16

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Ethnicity

Japanese

Quotes

"Remember, you're the one who decides what to do in life"

"Hugs make the world a better place"

"Fill the whole world with sunshine"

On the Outside

Appearance




Likes

~ Pop Music

~ Singing


~ Dancing

~ Cute Things

~ Fashion




Dislikes

~ Bugs/ Spiders

~ Bullies


~ The Dark

~ Eating (Secret)

~ Her weight




Talent/s

~ Singing (Main Talent)

~ Art

~ Cooking

Under the Skin

Fears

~ Small Spaces

~ Spiders/Bugs

~ The Dark

Dreams

~ To be a singer

~ To be skinny

~ To explore the world

Personality {minimum of one paragraph}

Biography {minimum of one paragraph}

Something Extra

Relationship/s

Theme Song

Extra/s

Dorm Room

Writing Sample {can be taken from another RP}

 

[Athenian]

Tae Xi

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Basics

Name

Tai Xi

Nickname

Tae

Age

17

Gender

Cis.Female

Sexuality

Homorom. Demisexual

Ethnicity

Chinese/English

Quote

"There is good in everyone, I know it."

"I can't stop, not now." "...Sorry."
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On the Outside

Appearance

Tae is a tall, slightly imposing woman; she stands at 5"8 and is quite built and bulky. She has intense, light brown eyes, dark brown hair that curls slightly and reaches a little past midway down her back, and tanned olive skin. She has a bit of scarring around her knuckles and pretty heavy callouses on her hands. She wears exercise clothing most of the time; fancy isn't really something that she strives towards, at most wearing skinny jeans and a blouse. Her hair is almost always up, literally and figuratively.

Likes

- Music

- Eating[everything]

- Cooking

- Kickboxing

- Yoga

- Playing Piano

- Mythology+History

Dislikes

- Messes

- Lying

- Excuses

- Sitting still

- Country music

- Corporate environments

Talent/s

- Brilliant kickboxer/yoga instructor

- Good chef

- "Trilingual"

[Fluent in English and Chinese, three years of Japanese experience]
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Under the Skin

Fears {minimum of three}

- Crippling herself physically

- Death

- Heights

- Going blind/deaf

Dreams

- Reaching the World Games

- Retiring afterwards and starting a restaurant

or

- Retire as a fitness instructor

- Get a girlfriend

- Getting a lot of cool tattoos

[That she may or may not have already prepared]

Personality

Tae is quite surly and straightforward, and can come off as a bit brutish and intense. Extremely driven, she's quite single minded and tends to obsess over things until they come into completion. She's a bit slow and oblivious when it comes to the more intricate things, a bit too truthful and not quite in touch with her own emotions or her physical form and tends to push too hard in every aspect.

That being said, Tae is quite a naïve and innocent soul. Completely untouched by any sort of romance(against her will), she holds a very simplistic, black and white standpoint towards "good" and "evil". She trusts immediately and deeply and believes in the light that exists in everyone(no matter if it actually exists or not). She's kind and helpful in a bit of a rough way, and sincerely wishes the best for everyone. She forms relationships a bit slowly, but her loyalty and protectiveness towards those she cares about has no bounds. Of course, her stubbornness and steadfast hold on her justice-driven morals causes conflicts some of the time, but in general she doesn't try to antagonize anyone.

Biography

Tae was born in China; Changsha province, to be exact. A single child, she stayed in China until sh was five before moving to England. There, she began taking martial arts; indeed, it could have been what kick-started her dive into the athletic world.




Despite it being interesting enough, Tae chafed under the rigidity of the sport. Not to mention how expensive it was, to move up a belt. But her family was especially understanding, and let her choose any sport that she wanted. She chose kickboxing, remembering seeing a studio a little ways from the dojo and enjoying the small fantasy of eight year old her beating up bad guys with cool fingerless gloves or wraps.




That fantasy wore away pretty quick; kickboxing was a brutal sport, and she often left sessions sporting bruises or scrapes or rug burns from sliding across plastic. Still, the exhilaration she felt every time she practiced never wore off; indeed, it seemed to increase. A plan was forming in her mind; when she dreamed, she vaguely saw crowds in the distance, screaming, cheering her name...




That idea was put on hold for a while, when her mother was diagnosed with bone cancer. Their family, while not poor, was also not entirely rich; they couldn't possibly afford the treatments.




Surprisingly, her mother found a cure in the strangest of things; yoga. Tae would come home from school and see her mother, clothes hanging a little more loose on her body every single day, but doggedly holding a full locust, or a wheel, or a tree pose. Her heart hurting for her mother, Tae decided to join her; it might make the both of them feel less alone. Her mother's skill got better while her body deteriorated. But one day, colour started to return to her cheeks. Her form became stronger in places that was simply impossible before. After three years, she was, in a sense, cured.




Tae threw herself back into training. While she had never stopped boxing, she now worked with an unbridled fervor and passion. She would see her idea into fruition; she would make it to the world games.




Kickboxing had just been confirmed as a viable sport in the next world games. Tae's plan was to make it to the world games, and win. She wouldn't be able to compete in the upcoming one, but the next? There was no stopping her.




She would make her family proud. She would redeem all of that money and effort put into her training. She would prove to herself that everything she had done was not for naught.




And afterwards? Why, settling down with a nice girl(a near impossibility during her vigorous training regimen) and working as a fitness instructor seemed like the way to go.




She started competing in competitions. She was a brutal opponent; a stocky powerhouse that was strong and as well as limber and agile[thank you mother, for yoga!] who knocked her opponents out in the most efficient ways she could find. As her success grew, so did her fame. She made it onto the news one day, for a seven second knockout.




And then she recieved the letter, jumping on the chance for a top-notch trainer, a grand gym, expanding her capabilities. And the rest is simply history.
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Something Extra

Relationship/s

tbd

Theme Song

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Extra/s

- Left Handed, right footed

- Chews on nails/hair

- Nearsighted[20/40]

Dorm Room

tbd

Writing Sample

Written/posted on 2/15/16

 

[lostviolence]

BASICS

|Name|


Harper Alice Wood


|Nickname|


Harpy | Her childhood friend back in England gave her that name.


Woody | What most of her family and people call her.


|Age|


19


|Gender|


Female


"Wow, you must be really blind!"


|Sexuality|


Heterosexual


|Ethnicity|


English


|Quote|

I'm not sarcastic, I'm just way beyond your intellectual level buddy. Harper W.

APPEARANCE

|Appearance|


Yes it's true, Harper does care about her looks. Standing at 5'7'' and weighing at 129lbs with a petite and small body. Harper has a oval shaped face that is decorated in freckles. Her doe like eyes that contain chocolate brown hues tell a thousand emotions just by looking at them. Her lips are a nice shape and her skin is a light olive. Her hair cascades down to her elbows and in a light brown tone, the hairstyles she normally wears include; a bun, high ponytail or loose. Harper will get dressy when she feels like it's absolutely necessary. Harper tends to wear things that are comfortable for her to dance in such as tank tops and leggings. She tends to avoid dresses and everything she deems girly. Harper wear little make-up but does enjoy putting on some mascara and eye shadow to help her lift her self-confidence.


|Likes|


~ Dancing


~ Music


~ Sleeping


~ Food


~ Sarcasm


|Dislikes|


~ Fuckboys


~ Rudeness


~ Bad Dance Choreography


~ Cats (Allergy)


~ Broccoli


|Talents|


~ Harper is a talented dance in: Ballet, Hip-Hop and Contemporary


~ She sometimes considers this as a talent but she has a YouTube Channel for her Choreography.


~ She's a good baker.

IN DEPTH

|Fears|


~ Hurting herself to the point of unable to dance.


~ Having a massive allergy attack.


~ Dying


|Dreams|


~ To become a famous dancer


~ To (maybe) find love.


~ To get over her allergy.


|Personality|


Harper is never to be known as a optimist, more as a realist. Harper sees the world the way it is and she has no dream of changing it, she likes it the way it is. She finds that sarcasm a way to defend herself when she feels like she is being threatened or worse. Harper is always seems like the one who is there to help the people who need to get a grip on life. Harper will help them in her way, which may seem weird to people but not to her. Harper will 'cut to the shit' which means she doesn't blabber.


Harper towards her friends seems kind yet the tough one out of the group. Harper is the one to go to when someone tries to hurt her friends. Being intelligent, she gets her revenge using pranks. Harper enjoys having a good time and you may catch a smile from her. Harper is intelligent and will mostly be in the studio practising her dances. It seems like that's the only thing that matters to her, beside food. Yet, Harper does have room for being socially. The rumour of Harper having ADHD is true yet she keeps this secret in case people think of her being dumb.


|Biography|


WIP

OTHER

|Relationships|


Will Update Soon!


|Theme Song|


This Is Gospel - Panic! At The Disco


|Extra|


~ Has a YouTube Channel


|Dorm Room|


TBD


|Writing Sample|

Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap...

Harper fluttered her make-up covered eyes and look out of the stage, her arms and legs dangling from the empty bathtub that sat on the stage while her head twitched to the music, the stage light was dimmed and smoke crawled on the floor and out into the audience. Harper lifted herself up gracefully and slowly then lifted her left up to her head then quickly got out of the bathtub with a leap. Her skin seemed like porcelain as her outfit flowed behind her. Harper leaned forward on her side, her arms dangling as she raced to the center stage, her feet touching the ground in time with the beat. A look of sadness formed on her face as she performed a fast pirouette then stopping in an arabesque.


Harper slowly frowned then mouthed a scream, her hands grabbing onto her hair as she fell onto her knees. Still on her knees, Harper sat upright and ran her finger through her hair. Harper slid back onto her butt in the split then slide them forward with her toes wriggling in front of her. Harper carefully listened to the music as she got up and her hand slowly climbed from her stomach to her neck, as if she was chocking herself. With her hand flying in the air, she tried not to ruin her stage make up. Harper leaped into the air with a crazy smile and hopped back into the bath. Next to the run down bath was crusty side table with a bottle of candy pills in different pastel colors and a bottle of brown colored water in a whiskey bottle with a lavender bar of soap sitting nearby. She grabbed the candy pills and poured a whole heap in her throat followed after the colored water.


Harper fingers began to walk across the edge of the bath as her eyes watched intensely, giving the impression she was insane. Soon the bridge of the song came. She grabbed greedily the bar of soap and pretended to wash her mouth with the soap. One leg flailed onto the outside of the bathtub dangling and soon the other leg repeated. She leaned out of the bath and skipped the to middle. She mouthed the words slowly leaning down to the floor, with special effects on stage, bubbles came floating out of Harper mouth as her hands tightened against her neck. As the song came to a close Harper's body flew to the ground as she produced a fake tear. The lights finally went out and the sound of a girl manically laughing played, the audience cheered, whistled and clapped happily.


Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap.

 

[Svadilfari]

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Your One and Only
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Name:


Veronica Wolfe


Nickname:


"Or you can call me 'Queen Vee' for starters."


Vee


Vivi {pronounced as 'Vee-Vee'}


Vera


Vi {pronounced as 'Vi' in 'Violet'}


Age:


Nineteen Years Old


Gender:


Female


Sexuality:


"Although boys do get hotter by the day."


Bisexual


Ethnicity:


Caucasian


Mother- German


Father- English


Quote:


"Someone once told me to stay away from things that aren't yours. But was he yours when he wanted me so bad?"
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Appearance:


"Nobody's perfect. And then, there's me."


Veronica Wolfe is a young woman who stands at five feet, seven inches tall. More angular than curvy, her build is bordering (but not quite) an anorexic quality. She likes to describe herself as "willowy" and "slim," whereas others preferred the adjectives "thin" and "scrawny." Veronica has a hollow, square face, button nose, and piercing blue, almond shaped eyes that she inherited from her father. A light spray of freckles dots her cheeks, and runs across the bridge of her nose; although hardly anyone knows about this (unless they lean in close) due to the makeup routine that she goes through every morning. The same spray of freckles also stains the top of her shoulders as well as her chest. Veronica's strawberry-blonde hair tumbles in light waves past her shoulders. She likes to keep it free as is, or tied into a messy bun otherwise. She takes pride in her appearance, and likes to keep herself regularly well groomed. Her nails are never long and bare; they are always kept short and neat, painted with a French manicure. A couple spritz of perfume and application of cream completes her routine.


Veronica's wardrobe consists of ankle/knee length skirts, colored tank tops, shawls, heeled boots, and an assortment of bracelets and necklaces. She prefers long, flowing dresses over jeans, and high heels over sneakers.


Likes:


+Parties+


+Drinking+


+Flirting+


+Looking her best+


+Flattery+


+Getting her way+


+Flowers+


+Perfume+


Dislikes:


-Being called 'anorexic' {or anything similar}-


-Waiting-


-Favors-


-Authority/Restrictions-


-Eating-


-Gaining weight-


-Anyone {that she think is} better than her-


-Being ignored-


Talent/s:


Acting
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Fears:


-Public humiliation-


-Coming to terms with her eating disorder-


-Close spaces-


-Instability-


Dreams:


|| Becoming a successful actress ||


|| Become a high fashion model ||


|| Be a celebrity ||


Personality:


"My dentist once told me that I need a crown. And I'm like, 'I know right?'"


Victoria Wolfe expects nothing less but the best in everything.



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WIP

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Mr. Catholic Schoolboy
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Name:


Elliot Wolfe


Nickname:


"Elliot is fine. It isn't such a long name, yeah?"


Ell


Eli {pronounced as 'ee-lie'}


Loser {courtesy of his little sister}


Age:


Twenty-one Years Old


Gender:


Male


Sexuality:


"No doubt about it."


Heterosexual


Ethnicity:


Caucasian


Mother- German


Father- English


Quote:


"The thing is, you don't actually need to be the good guy. You just have to make them think that you are one. People have nothing on good guys. But the bad ones? They don't have it easy do they?"
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Appearance:


"Mother always told me that I look quite like my father. My sister always told me that I look quite like a street lamp (and not the good kind)."


Elliot Wolfe stands at about six feet, two inches tall, and weighs around a hundred and sixty-five pounds. He is a guy with an average-toned build; not too muscular, but not lanky either. Due to his love of being outdoors most of the day, his skin (which was previously in a light peach color with hints of bluish undertone) developed a tan, dotted with light brown freckles. Elliot's hair is a very light brown, that is always kept short and is naturally rumpled.


His eye color is an interesting one. On average, his eyes are a light brown in color, but if exposed to the light, it turns into a deep, golden hue. Elliot's eyes are much rounder than narrower, and has a distinct curve to them. They’re not deep-set, but more almond in shape. He has a sleek jawline, a strong nose that he inherited from his father, and a mouth that is almost always curved to a small smirk.


For his general appearance, Elliot isn't the type of guy to pay much attention to clothing, and will simply be seen wearing plain dress shirts or sweaters (with the sleeves usually rolled up), paired with trousers and dress shoes.


Likes:


+Dares/Challenges+


+Drugs+


+Drinking+


+Sarcasm+


+Playing/acting the part {lying}+


+Manipulation/control+


Dislikes:


-Commitment-


-Losing/failure-


-Admitting his wrongs/coming clean-


-Bores-


-Sweets-


-Birds-


Talent/s:


"Probably the only thing I don't know how to do is how not to act."


Acting
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Fears:


-Ending up alone-


-Instability-


-Becoming vulnerable-


Dreams:


|| Take full control of his life ||


|| Become successful ||


|| Takeover the family company ||


Personality:


"I always feel like I have to overcompensate. At least, that's what they make me feel. For what, I have no clue. I'm not supposed to be just a guy; no. I can never be just a guy. Can I?"


Lovingly described by his sister as
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[Diminium]

No Time For Stage Fright!

Tony Thomas -- Live!
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If it Were Me

Name

Antonio Thomas


Nickname


Tony


Age


19


Gender


Male


Sexuality


Homosexual (Albeit closeted)


Ethnicity


American/Italian

Quote


"Fake your honesty in acting? You have it made. Honestly."

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I Would Feel Free to Say

"Let's Improv."

Appearance:


Standing in at 5'8, Tony isn't terribly tall, he doesn't particularly care much about his height, and you win't get a crack out of it. His hair is a shiny reddish-brown that falls just short of his shoulders. Spending his hours indoors in dark rooms leaves him with fair skin, a few freckles dusted over the bridge of his nose. His eyes are a soft green-brown colour, and much of his expression lies in his face. He's got an attractive face for the camera, and it isn't uncommon to see him carrying that top hat. Not even he knows why.


Likes


+Acting


+Cats


+Rainy days


+Busy cities


+Glitz and Glam


+Cheesecake


+Horror


+Chemistry


+Any festival that involves staying up late and partying


+Video Games

Dislikes


-Needles


-Papercuts (oh Lord...)


-Pathetic watery drinks


-Winter


-Being Outdoorsy


-Going to parties and not knowing anyone


-Being teased


-Sports


-Fake nerds


-Being late


-Slobs

Talents: Tony is proudly a triple threat, holding skills in acting, singing, and dancing.
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That I Was Gay

Fears-

All of his schooling going to waste


Fear of rejection


Fears falling into obscurity

Dreams


"I want to be famous! I want to see my name on the marquee of Broadway! But most of all; I want to be a proud displayer of a Tony award!"


Personality


A guy who isn't about to be pushed around by life, Tony gladly seizes any opportunity presented to him in the style of a true risk-taker, although this does make him impulsive, and prone to not seeing the potential consequences, good or bad. He's a go-getter, all in all, because he finds that gives the most positive results. He's quite positive himself, and while he'd half to think about calling himself a glass-half-full person, he tries to lift spirits and the mood in the room by being optimistic.


On the flip side however, he is a brilliant (and maybe even impulsive) liar. He often hates commitments and doesn't want to deal with the ill consequences. He plays a mean poker face, and is often able to get away with almost anything. (He's not a murderer. Not that extreme). He can read other people well, and uses this to his advantage. He also frequently jumps to conclusions, and although he prefers sharp words, he's more than willing to cuff up for a fistfight.


Biography


A little known fact shaped who he is today. The bustling city he lived in had two branching paths. The arts, or "the sports." Having glasses half the size of his face, and a cowardice towards contacts, Tony opted for the art pathway. His parents would've been alright with wherever he had ended up, but although both his mother and father had little to do with theater, many of his uncles and aunts (heck, his grandpa went on Broadway a few times) did. From songwriters to costume designers, they gladly let him into their family guild.


However, he got called one insult a lot for choosing his path... which one was it? Hmm... Oh yeah, gay. He didn't take it to heart- at least at first. Then he got confused. Very, very, confused. At first, he was in utter denial. Bisexual. Yeah, that'd do. But then he realized that he hadn't ever really liked a girl in his life, but he did like that one guy in his improvisation group. More denial, he hadn't the faintest idea how his parents would react, but he became wary and cautious. They had taken what really felt like a negative stance on the issue, (he was cynical about everything for a while) but if he told another family member, word would spread. He was constantly worried over something he had no idea the outcome would be.


He figures he'll be better off where people he barely know might find out about his little secret. He swears that when he's famous he'll tell everyone, and that way all the adoring fans will still drown out any opposition. Or maybe his parents already have wind of it. Maybe.
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But I'm Not Gay

Relationship/s

TBA- feel free to PM!


Theme Song


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Extra/s


Dorm Room


TBA


Writing Sample


Tony looked sheepishly up at Elizabeth, picking himself up off the floor and brushing his hands off on his pants. "Why." He asked, more a statement than a question. The blonde woman turned away, and Tony grit his teeth in defeat, his face falling into a look of despair. "I want to think we could work together... But... It's only causing more trouble than it's worth. Wouldn't you agree...?" She inquired, waiting for his delivery.


"NO! Uh- I mean, yes! No..? I think we can still salvage something, Elizabeth- Please!" He begged, reaching out to grab her arm. The quiet, persistent baseline grew louder, and they made eye contact as she seized him by the shoulders.


"Can we?" She asked again, only to be met with a "Yes! I'm certain!"


"Can we do it if we really try?" Her voice syncing up perfectly with the opening melody.


"Well- yeah, I'm pretty sure! I mean-"


"Who would've ever thought that we would've made it this far?" she asked


Tony shook his head vigorously, "absolutely! My thoughts exactly."


"Cut! Cut!" The director looked down over her notes, a pleased smile on her face. "That was great! Let's skip the number and start the third act." There was a whoop from the wings, and Tony found his way off the stage, as three other actors ran on, finding their positions. He leaned up on the cement framework near his large backpack. It smelled unceasingly of drywall for some reason, and as he unzipped his bag, groping around for his GameBoy, he swiftly turned around as he heard the voice of another co-actor. Janine.


"Tony, did you see what happened to the lead dress for the finale? It's ripped at the bottom, and now I have to fix it! I'm worried I forgot to lock the door or something."


With a confused twist of his brow, he met her eyes. "No, I have no idea, it's strange though... I'll bet it got damaged in transport though." Janine snapped her fingers, before hurrying off. "I'll bet that's what happened."


Tony sighed, recalling the ill-fortune he had that day as he had tried to lift chairs away, falling back onto the rack where the dres lay hung up.

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[Celis]

WIP

Patrick Desmond

Basics

Nickname

Patty and/or Pat

Age

18

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Bisexual

Ethnicity

European


(French/Spanish/English)

Quote

"I do believe, quite frankly, you always have looked stunning. It's good you finally see it for yourself."


"Right. Because i actually care to listen to your mindless ramblings. Oh, and that was sarcasm if your puny little mind couldn't tell"

On The Outside

Appearance

Likes

Intelligence


Challenges




Dislikes

Ignorance


Distasteful Room Decor


Dirt/Anything He Equates To Being Dirty


Dogs

Talent/s

Under The Skin

Fears

Dogs

Dreams

Personality

Patrick is quite hard to read, it can be difficult to tell what he's thinking. The times when one can tell though it is quite obvious what he's feeling in that situation. He has no trouble speaking his mind about others and their actions, and one may find it difficult to change his opinion once its been made. Though he has a hard outer defence to cover himself emotionally, and can seem to be a harsh, cold, insensitive person, he genuinely cares about the ones who make the effort to be around him, even when he's in a miserable mood, much like always.

Biography

Something Extra

Relationships

Theme Song

Extra/s

Dorm Room

Writing Sample

 

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Benjamin Aaron Carter


|| Nicknames ||


Ben - By friends and acquaintances


Benji - By closer friends and family


|| Age ||


19


|| Gender ||


Male


|| Sexuality ||


Hetrosexual


|| Ethnicity ||


Caucasian; British


|| Quote ||


"It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it" - Oscar Wilde

Can't

|| Appearance ||

Cure

|| Likes |


|| Dislikes ||


|| Talent/s ||


|| Fears ||


|| Dreams ||


|| Personality ||

Eternal

|| Biography ||

Longing

|| Relationship/s ||


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Sofia Andrea Willson

I AM

Name:


Sofia Andrea Willson


Nickname:


Sofie


Age:


17


Gender:


Female


Sexuality:


Bisexual (in denial)


Ethnicity:


American


Quote:

"Shoot for the moon, so even if you miss, you'll land among the stars." Anonymous

NOT

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It's evident that Sofia cares a lot for her outward appearance. Her mesmerizing hazel-colored orbs blending well with her fair skin. Her hair as bright as the rays of the sun that extends just a bit down towards her shoulder. Sofia has a height of 5'4 which maybe considered short by many but it suits her soft features just right. Sofia often wears something light in color. Her usual colors would be white and gold. She can always be seen smiling and seems like having a good time. People often refer to her as the perfect girl due to her outward appearance.



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Likes:

• 
  
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  Sweets
  

• Compliments
  

• Flowers
  

• Music
  

• Theater
  

Dislikes:

• 
  
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  Disappointment
  

• Criticism
  

• Indecent people
  

• Drama
  

• Kids
  

Talent/s:


"Well, I'm pretty confident with my singing and acting skills. Well my mother is an actress, what can I say? Plus my father's a politician. I say they're both pretty great at acting due to their career."



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PERFECT

Fears :


"Ugh, I hate talking about this. I seriously hate the idea of clowns and rats. Do I even need to say why? Yet, what I fear the most is being a failure."


Dreams :


"My biggest dream would be to become a well-known and successful singer someday. I also want to surpass my parent's expectation and have a great family in the future with someone I love."


Personality :


Biography :

BUT SO ARE YOU

Relationship/s:


(PM)


Theme Song:


Extra/s


- Has a pet cat called Puffy


Dorm Room : N/A


Writing Sample


For her, his smile could light up the darkest of nights, his words were enough to make her forget all the painful memories, but right before she realized what she has- he was already what she had. If she could turn back time, she would turn it back a million times hoping that maybe he won't have to go away.


She thought she can live without him by her side but she couldn't. He carried the sun on his back whenever she can't find the light. He was her air when she couldn't breathe. He was her wings when she couldn't fly. He was her everything when she had nothing. Yet now he was gone and she has nothing once more.


Still, she waits for him. She waits for him to come back. Inside their cabin in the middle of the woods, a lonely figure would stare from the window into the never ending darkness of the forest, hoping for a man to return and make her feel complete again. Hoping for a man that carries her sun in his back and clutches her beating heart in his palm to come back.

She was just the witch that was waiting for a man that was once hers to return to her side. She was the witch in the woods.

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[Cephalo]

Devon Konrad Rhee

​

Name


Devon Konrad Rhee


Nicknames


Dev, Kon, Comrade


Age


16


Gender


Cis. Male


Sexuality


Demirom. Asexual


Ethnicity


Korean German


Quotes

"There is only 24 percent chance of a positive outcome. I enjoy 5-7-5 syllable verse forms even in these odds." D. Rhee

On the Outside

Appearance

Devon is 5 feet 11 inches of lanky teenage boy. His movements are dramatic with a feeling of purpose to them even if the purpose is just to move: lean legs striding - nearly stomping, never simply walking; spindly fingers tapping themselves into steeples; hands gesticulating when he talks. It’s obvious Devon has excessive amounts of energy he’s incapable of fully getting rid of. His smiles are small and lingering, more like tiny upward quirks than smiles or grins. His eyes are hooded and, combined with those little quirks, he seems friendly and approachable albeit sleepy and ditzy too. His hair lays in fluffy disarray on top of his head and he doesn't care how the tips curl themselves into a different hairstyle every time he checks. (He doesn’t check that much.)

Likes

​

Rain


Numbers


Law


Being in a crowd


Helping people


Making connections


Success

Dislikes

​

Hot weather


Inaccurate information


People ignoring him


Injustice


At times, himself

Talents

​

Mathematics






Mathematical sequences, patterns, and theoretical


Statistics


Debate

Under the Skin

Fears
​

Isolation


Failure


His life amounting to nothing


His parents to acknowledge him only to acknowledge their disappointment in him

Dreams

​

A living as a respected attorney


Doing good for good people


For his parents to acknowledge him

Personality

​

Devon wants people to like him, to talk to him, to befriend him, but he doesn't want to burden them. He's amiable and genial, ready with a smile for everyone. If upset, he'll bottle up his emotions and smile through it so as to not rock the boat in a situation that doesn't call for it. He wants them to think only the best of him and will go great lengths for even a scrap of attention. He never got any from his parents so he makes sure to get it from his friends. His public persona is calm, friendly, and perfectly average.


When Devon disregards all attempts of smiling fortitude, he lets his pent-up feelings out. He's still nice, but he's fidgety, petulant, and loud in his beliefs. He’s a rampant perfectionist who obsesses and fixates. Whenever something catches his eye, he clings and doesn’t let go until he loses his initial interest in it. But, he has a natural love for numerical data as well as a strong moral compass that he knows would push people away if he were to argue with them on their opinions by backing himself up with statistics and an overabundance of research. He only lets it all out around others when he's in debate.

Biography

​

His parents completed each other so entirely there was no room for Devon. They tried showering him in attention. They brought him along on business trips - never settling at home before leaving again. They bought him so many toys when they couldn't bring him along like the stuffed animals would make up for not being there. Repeat ad infinitum. He was sent to private school at 14, taught by the best teachers they could afford. His parents wanted the best for him after all. Devon flourished. He excelled in math, a prodigy with numbers and patterns. Picking courses and dropping them barely a month in, his only constants were debate club meetings and advanced mathematics. Winning competitions for both, he would always showcase his winnings to his parents who couldn't make it to the contests and they would barely nod his way.


As weeks accumulated with barely a word, Devon clung to his friends, practiced until he was perfect and praised for his dedication which only encouraged him. While his grades and talents increased, so did his weight loss and insomnia. He was constantly exhausted and melancholy, not that he let people know. Summer was a reprieve for his health, leaving only debate and math championships to prepare for. After sending a photo of his first place award for a national math decathlon, he received a letter on his acceptance to Château Mimioux. His parents didn't respond to the trophy but did say tell him they would be spending Mom's birthday away and how they would get everything he needed for him. Devon had hoped the school would give his parents ample enough reason to be proud of him, but it's been a year and no such luck.

Something Extra

Relationships


tbd


Theme Song


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Extra

Has mild ADHD


Has undiagnosed depression


Picks things up quickly only to drop them a little later; knows bits and pieces of various skills (i.e. the violin, the trumpet, painting, tennis) as a result

​

Dorm Room


tbd


Writing Sample

9/1/2016

 

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Kallista Lorelai Sinclair

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On the Outside

Appearance:


Kallista stands at a striking 5'10" with blonde hair that reaches the middle of her back. Her arched brows, brown eyes, and full lips help her stand out in a crowd. Her resting bitch face keeps eyes down when she's passing. Her skin is silky and smooth.


Likes:


+Getting what she wants


+Being accomplished


+The feeling of her arrow releasing


+Playing around a gym


Dislikes:


-People who underestimate her


-Bigotry and assholes


-People who can't handle themselves


-Being told she isn't good enough


Talents:


+A superb markswoman, with guns or a bow and arrow


+Talented gymnast


+Tactically, she's very intelligent



​

​

Under the Skin

Fears:


-Never living up to her expectations for herself


-Being stuck in her brother's shadow


-Being unable to escape her family's plan for her


Dreams:


+To be the president one day


+Helping end unnecessary wars


+Making herself proud


Personality:


On the surface, Kallista is sarcastic and a little bitchy. She's almost always got a comeback ready to go. Underneath her layers, you'll find something different. She's got a sweet side. Become her friend and she'll protect you relentlessly and become the mom friend. Getting her to that point is trickier than it seems, though. Good luck trying.


Biography:


Kallista comes from a long line of wealth. All of her male family members have been in the military and then the government. The females have spent their lives at home, taking care of the children. Her family has a long history of cheating and lying its way into power. Kallista wants to be different. She hates wars and the conservative views of her family. She wants to change the world, not be another link in the world's worst chain.


She's stuck in the shadow of her elder brother, who is everything their parents want him to be. Though they've both received the same training, Kallista even excelled past her brother, she could never live up to him. He gets more attention than her, and gets away with everything he does. This has prompted her to work harder to get out of her entire family's shadow.
​

Something Extra

Relationship(s):


TBA (PM me!)


Theme Song:

​

Extra(s):


-A makeup expert


-Has a popular tumblr


-Has a reputation of being a heartbreaker, because she so rarely feels romantic attraction


Dorm Room:


TBA


Writing Sample:

Feb 17, 2016

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[soular]

Jackson G. Pukk


"Look closely, because the closer you think you are, the less you'll actually see."
​

DO YOU

Name


Jackson Garfield Pukk


Nicknames


Jack. Quick Hands.


Age


18


Gender


Male


Sexuality


Pansexual


Ethnicity


Caucasian; American


Quote


"Those who don't believe in magic will never find it."

​

BELIEVE

Appearance


Scrawny and awkward at best, Jack is a goofy looking kid with mousy brown hair and expressive blue eyes. He stands at no truly notable height (about 5'6, 5'7 on a good day or so he claims), and really would easily blend into a crowd if it weren't for his odd gangliness and the weird look that for some reason had become his resting face. In his opinion, his hair is his best feature, and he loves how he really doesn't have to do much for it to look pretty good. However his mother would say that it's his clear blue eyes, and that it's amazing how deep into his soul you can see. His dressing style is nothing too drastic, although he takes good care to be sure each article is loose enough to store multiple items. After all, what kind of magician doesn't have something up their sleeves at all moments?


Likes


Sweets


Sunny days


Light rain (drizzle)


Fluffy animals


His lucky deck of cards


Illusions


The smell of freshly cut grass


Most music


Dislikes


Overly self righteous people


Being forced to follow every single rule


Silence


Too much seriousness


People who insist on knowing how to do a trick


Animal abusers


Spicy foods


Random stray hairs


Screwing up


Talents


Jack is a very talented illusionist, specializing in card tricks but pretty decent with other things as well. He's mostly been practicing with escape acts lately, wanting to add escape artist to his resume as well.

​

IN

Fears


Not living up to his full potential


Dying alone


Disappointing his mother


Dreams


To be the next Houdini


To be able to bring joy to any and everyone


Figure out how to master intense escapes


Personality


Jack loves nothing more than to be himself. After years of struggling to find himself, he's finally become a confident young man, sure of himself and his abilities. It's very rare to catch him in a bad mood seeing as he's become surprisingly good at suppressing his negative feelings. Having always been a magic obsessed guy, Jack would choose his deck of cards over a video game anyday. Some people describe the boy as a sketchy character, which is pretty fair because his sleight of hand has caused him to become quite the kleptomaniac. When it comes to music, he's a sap and is attracted to the more lovey dovey music, finding it easier to connect with the lyrics.


Socially, Jack is a little more than a bit awkward, always cracking not so funny jokes and making cringe worthy puns. Jack tries hard to be a fun and easy-going guy who everyone can turn to when they need a friend or a shoulder to cry on. Due to his ever-caring personality, he is known as a people pleaser and often puts other people's needs before his own. While no one likes being upset, Jack is willing to sacrifice his own happiness in order to brighten someone's day. Unfortunately, when he actually makes friends, he becomes very possessive and clingy, often causing him to push people away when he needs them the most. He strives to stay positive, and his skills with objects allow him to bring people to most people's faces. Or at least distract them a bit as they try to figure out how he did the trick.


History


Born the middle child to two happily married parents, Jackson never truly experienced a struggling family life as he knew many people did. He was fortunate, and grateful for this and made sure that he realized that he never had to worry about the next meal or how to pay the bills. The small town he was born in however, was an entire different story. Nasty rumors spread like wildfire among dry trees, and Jack often found himself hiding in his room rather than outside playing with the other kids his age. His TV was always set to channel 99, and all day long he watched the magic tricks and the how to's. It was this that lit the fire inside of him.


Starting at the tender age of seven, Jack fell in love with any and everything about magic. His mother got him a deck of cards for his eighth birthday and he's never let go of it sense. His intense dedication to perfecting the art of illusions had drove him so far as to want out of the closed in community he lived in, and into the world to show them his newfound talent. Of course this came to a shock to his sheltered parents. They raised him perfectly, gave him everything he ever could've wanted, but somehow he still wanted out. It was hard to leave Shady Oak and his parents weren't willing to let him go that easily so they quickly shut down the idea.


Of course like any teenager, being denied only fueled his desire to want to leave. He researched all around, somehow clicking all the right links to catch the attention of the woman running some heaven-like sounding school that he wouldn't have to pay for. The email seemed almost to good to be true to Jack and he almost trashed it. But he figured why not and filled out the application anyways, and was shocked when he found out that he was actually accepted. He let his parents know immediately, and while at first hesitant they decided it'd be best to let him go. After all, it'd be amazing to get to go to school for the sake of bettering his abilities.

​

MAGIC?

Relationships


TBD


Theme Song


Big City Dreams-NeverShoutNever


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Extras


Can be very emotional sometimes


Dorm Room


TBD


Writing Sample


Taken from Drive


Maxwell groaned loudly as the blaring beeps of the hotel alarm clock pulled him from the weak clutches of a not-so-deep sleep. His nerves had kept him up well past midnight, and his vivid dreams didn't truly allow his brain to rest. Now it was four A.M. and he was clearly tired as he navigated himself around the cheap room, putting on first his glasses, and then the outfit that he'd set out for himself last night. Turning the bright bathroom light on surely was a shock to his system, and that coupled with the two handfuls of cool water he splashed onto his face did the trick to wake him up. Now it was show time.


Studying his face in the mirror for half a second, Maxwell shook his head at how silly he looked. His eyes were more than a little bloodshot but at least he was awake. He'd raced under the influence of less sleep before so he wasn't truly worried about falling asleep on the road. He was, however, a bit hesitant about the distance he'd be traveling, his road races had never spanned more than a city or two. He refused to let himself get stressed out about it though. In his opinion, stress lost races before engines were even started.


It took him a solid twenty minutes to complete his pre-race routine. This included him getting dressed in a predetermined outfit, eating porridge while humming eye of the tiger, brushing his teeth afterwards (twice for extra luck), repeating his seemingly stupid mantra 14 times into the mirror, and packing his bag and checking it for everything three times before leaving. Of course to an outsider this would seem to be more than a little tedious, but for Maxwell it was his way to success.


By the time he found his way back to his car, it was nearing 15 minutes until race time and the pre-race jitters were beginning to set it. It wasn't so much nerves now than excitement, though. Maxwell had faith in his baby and he let her know that as he tenderly checked her all around for any signs of tampering. Sure it was the first race but that didn't mean others weren't going to attempt to put him at a disadvantage. After his check was complete, he unlocked the door and slid into the driver's seat, sighing in relied at the comfortable familiarity that enveloped his body.


Maxwell was no fool of course, the second he had received his route in the GPS they gave him he'd studied it intently, looking for any shortcuts that would cut down his overall travel time while still passing through each of the designated checkpoints. Oh, the young man was more than prepared for this, and as he revved up the engine of his sweet ride, he grinned at the harsh growl that cut through the sounds of the other cars around him. Show time had started long ago, but now race time was beginning.


The start of the race was heaven for Maxwell. The screeching of tires and smell of burnt rubber was everything that he'd been missing since he'd arrived here in America, and now that it was back he felt back at home. His baby hadn't failed him once, and he wasn't expecting her to fail him now in the most important race of his life. Oh yes, she rode smoothly even when the terrain was less than, and as he passed the first checkpoint and glanced up at his rear view mirror, his cheeky grin widened. The image of all the cars that he was literally leaving in his dust was such an ego boost that he felt like he could do anything.

 

[Tiny Turtle]

Beatrice Helxton


"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring." - Marilyn Monroe

​

General Information

Name: Beatrice Helxton


Nickname: Bee


Age: 17


Gender: Cis Female


Sexuality: Openly Bisexual


Ethnicity: Canadian Irish

Appearance

Height: 4'10


Weight: 98 Pounds


Eye Colour: Pale blue/green


Hair Colour: Dark red

Likes and Dislikes

Likes:


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Layering clothes


Redbean


Mangos


Mint


Snow


Fall Leaves


Cities


Black and White Photography


Modelling


YA Fantasy Novels


Sucking on Ice


Dislikes:


Warm Weather


Being Controlled


The Police


Schedules


Reading


Horses


Old People


Clean Freaks

Talents and Quirks

Talents:


Photograph


Sprinter


Quirks:

Chews on shirt-sleeves when distracted


Clicks her tongue when bored


Taps feet together together when sitting down


Walks outside in the middle of winter with wet hair


Eats the crust of pizza first

Fears and Dreams

Fears:

Spiders


Dying


Zombie Apocalypse


Home Intruders


Being Used


Dreams:


Become as good a photographer as Stephanie Myer


Get invited to join Magnum Photo


Professionally Photograph Lady Gaga

Personality

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Personality in List Form

Enthusiastic


Holds Grudges


Hot Headed


Street Savvy


Can't sit still


Dreamer


Easily Agitated


Spaces Out Quickly

Biography

Born in Toronto, Beatrice Helxton has always lived and breathed the city. She was born into a rather liberal household despite the whole Roman-Catholic thing her grandparents preached. Her mother was especially accepting, giving her support in everything she does. Beatrice was never a huge fan of school, and hated sitting still. Beatrice would always itch for movement, and the longer she was trapped in one room, the more annoyed she'd get. As a child this caused her to become rather loud-mouthed and rude to most of her teachers, so they really didn't spare her grades. Despite her bad behaviour her mother still loved her and held a patience not many other people in her life did, the only other exception being her father. Family has always been a massive part in Beatrice's life, and to have a good relationship with both parents is something she doesn't take for granted. Lucky for Beatrice once middle school rolled around, life got a bit easier academics wise, but a bit harder social wise. Beatrice was a bit of a basket case, and struggled with making friends. Although her real challenge came from her own internal struggle. Everything became rather complicated when she got a crush on her next door neighbour, which was in itself rather cliché. The twist is that said next door neighbour is a girl. The entire ordeal was awkward at best. Beatrice spent three months contemplating if she was straight or not, especially since her pervious two crushes were boys. After the initial shock and then understanding of all that came out, and Beatrice realized she was bisexual, the first people she told were her parents in the summer of grade 8. Both took it well, although her grandparents did not, and they ended up cutting off all contact, causing Beatrice to feel awful. Though when her parents told her that they would sort it out, she trusted them, and while she still struggles to remain on speaking terms with them, as she grows Beatrice learned that she didn't need them, and on another note to accept her own queerness.





As for things like photography, since Beatrice could remember she's been taking pictures. It started on a little Dora camera, and only got more advanced from there. Beatrice has from a very young age been interested in street photography, and has no qualms snapping pictures of strangers on the street, which has lead to a few run ins, although that just made Beatrice rather good at sprinting off.


When she got an odd email from a woman inviting her to be part of her rather fancy looking school, her parents spent a while debating before deciding that it would be a good idea for her to go. Once Beatrice was on her way, there really was no stopping her, although in the back of her mind, she can't help but wonder why she got accepted in considering her poor grades.

Something Extra

Relationships:


TBD


Theme Song:


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Dorm Room:


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Writing Style

Writing Sample: Taken from the roleplay Detailed - Trouble at Lebeau





Quinn hates mornings, and groans as her eyes peak open and are hit with the blinding sun. All Quinn wants to do is sleep, but the call of her phone is more enticing. She squints her eyes at the time displayed at the top of her phone, and suddenly feels far more awake. Quinn quickly sits up and lets out a groan.


"Shit." she mutters, feeling suddenly very frustrated.


Quinn tries to wake up on time, and she's surprised that none of her five alarms woke her up. Four PM is quite late, and Quinn hates missing the day. But, awake is awake and she quickly turns off her phone, not noticing the message from G. Instead Quinn takes off all her clothes and walks into the bathroom, cringing at the cold floor. She quickly turns on the hot water of the shower and waits patiently.


As the shower heats up Quinn lets out a sigh of relief and jumps in. She skips washing her hair and instead cleans her face and body, not taking too much time. As she cleans herself she thinks about all the fascinating pictures she's going to take. Her excitement to do so becomes so intense that Quinn quickly becomes rather agitated that she's stuck not doing anything, and the only reason she doesn't hop out of the shower then and there is because she spots her toothbrush and toothpaste sitting quietly in her makeshift shower shelf. She grabs both of them and quickly brushes her teeth, letting the soap fall off her shoulders. Quinn counts to fifteen for each side of her mouth, and brushes her teeth vigorously, even brushing her tongue, loving the taste of mint. Once she finishes brushing her teeth Quinn turns off the shower and puts her toothbrush and toothpaste away. She steps on her towel, which is covered in prints of gnomes, and then quickly dries herself off. Quinn hums a little song to herself as she throws on her socks and underwear, closing her bra hooks and adjusting herself. She decides to wear brick red jeans and a thin white tank top, hinting at her black bra underneath. Quinn throws her hair up into a messy bun and then shoves on her black converse shoes. In a quick last minute decision she walks over to her desk and looks around until she finds her mascara and eyeliner, then goes into the bathroom to work on a wicked winged eye. Once Quinn does that she again leaves her bathroom and grabs her camera and phone.


When Quinn unlocks her phone and sees the text her first thought is confusion. Then a little bit of fear. If someone is spying on her Quinn will have to know who it is so she can report them to the police because when people spy on people that normally means that they're murders. The thought leaves Quinn queasy, so she decides to call her mum because she'll know what to do. Instead her standard telephone noise answers in her ear, and Quinn becomes even more scared.


"What the fuck..." she mumbles, frowning down.


She looks to her cacti for guidance, but they just stare blankly at her, making Quinn rather frustrated. In hindsight, Quinn knows she probably shouldn't leave her dorm room due to the impending danger, but curiosity beats out fear and Quinn decides that if she's going to get murdered or something along those lines that she might as well take some fascinating photographs first so she slings her camera bag over her shoulder and exits her room, forgetting to lock the door behind her as usual.

 

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"Like my mama always told me, If you want something done the right way, do it yourself." — V.D

"Don't rely on anybody. That's all I'm gonna say." — V.D
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Lilith Veronica May

Lil' lost thug pug.

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Name


Lilith Veronica May


Nickname


Lily, Lilypug


Age


17


Gender


Female


Sexuality


Lesbian


Ethnicity


Italian, American, Canadian


Quote


"If we are all born to die and all die to live, then whats the point in living if life just contradicts?"

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Trystan Lewis

Basics

Name

Trystan Caerwyn Lewis

Nickname

Psycho, Sherlock

Age

18


12/21/97

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Bi, but he wants his relationships to be on a whole other level. Sex is just a pleasant byproduct.




Ethnicity

The Lewis family is Welsh and very traditional. All men are obliged to marry Welsh woman to carry on the name, which is why Trystan still has a lot of Welsh facial features. His fragile body and bad immune system are caused by incest, but that subject is a big taboo.

Quote

"Some people are just pawns to be played by others"
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On The Outside

Appearance

Trystan has a tall (5'10") dancers build, slender with small shoulders, but lacks the muscles. His body is fragile, he breaks his bones on a regular basis and the slightest punches give him bruises. His immune system leaves much to be desired too. His skin is sickly pale and will burn immediately when he is walking in sunlight. The sharp cheekbones make him appear older than he is. He has dark symmetrical eyebrows (as you can see in the pictures) and heterochromia of the eyes, both are piercing light blue, but one is slightly darker. His lips are soft and a bit crooked when he smiles, which is not very often. They lack color. His hair is silverish blonde.


Trystan’s style is a weird combination of gothic, stylish and simplistic. He often wears dark colors (black, blue, purple or green), which contrast his pale skin and white hair.


Likes

• Psychology
  
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• Gothic horror books
  
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• Mind games
  
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• Chess
  
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• Toying with people’s emotions
  
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• Social experiments
  
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• Skating
  
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• Dancing
  
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• Fencing
  
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• Observing people
  
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• Being misunderstood
  
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• Underappreciated achievements
  
• rash decisions and reckless actions
  
• bold/reckless people
  
• Ignorant/stupid people
  
• Underappreciated opinions
  
• Unsolved mysteries
  
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• Unwanted attention
  
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• Things that make no sense
  
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• Judgement based on little information
  
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• People that want to fit in desperately
  
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• Bootlickers
  
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Talents

• Writing
  
• Logical deduction
  
• Chess
  
• Dancing (all kinds of ballet)
  
• Fencing
  

Under The Skin

Fears

• Having a mental breakdown like his mother
  
• The wrong people finding out about his mother
  
• Being betrayed by the ones he loves
  
• Not being able to think clearly
  

Dreams

• That his mother will recover
  
• Becoming the psychiatrist of influencial people
  
• Publishing his first novel
  

Personality


Trystan has a well-functioning brain, almost too good. He has a photographic memory that remembers even the smallest details. When he is focused he can take in lots of information in a short amount of time. In logics and deduction he is almost equal to people like Sherlock Holmes and Aristoteles. Trystan likes observing people and deducing their backgrounds or explaining/predicting their behavior. Over the years he became quite good in reading people’s faces and reading between the lines in conversation. He likes to unravel peoples identities and discovering their secrets and soft spots. However, the thoughts and memories can be pretty overwhelming. Most thoughts are unrealistic or about the past (for instance counterfactual history). The huge amount of them can distract him from more urgent matters.


Fortunately, his determined nature keeps him focused most of the time. He loves competition, never backs down from a challenge and once he has set his mind on a certain goal he will not rest before he achieves it (even if the goal doesn't prove worthy anymore). He will use any means necessary to achieve his goals. On top of his already temperamental nature he also gets really angry when people don't acknowledge his achievements or have critique on the way he handles problems. He gets even more frustrated when he fails because things don't go the way he wanted them to. You better leave him alone when he is working on a problem, he will solve them eventually. When you’re in his way it will only go that much slower.


He can be a real gentleman, well-mannered and kind, but only if he wants to be. Trystan uses these charms to manipulate people, mostly for his own gain, but sometimes to help his friends. If his charms don’t work he will use more drastic measures. He is known to blackmail people with their secrets , exploiting their flaws and soft spots to get what he wants. His motto is: the end justifies the means. It’s better to stay out of his way when he has set his eyes on a certain goal.


As you might have guessed, Morgan has a serious superiority complex. He thinks his way is the most righteous and that others should follow his example. He doesn't like wasting time on you if he feels you're not worthy. He often points out flaws in others, which he thinks they should be thankful for. He values his manners, gracefulness and pride. It hurts when one of these things is being criticized or underappreciated. In other words, he is a pretentious bastard.


You can prove your worth if you are able to change your habits and believes to become a better person. In general, he likes people with a strong will and determination. He comes up for people he believes are treated unfairly or deserve better. Once you've proven your worth to him he accepts you as a friend (or will try his very best to become your friend). His relations are very intense. He places your needs before his own and helps you grow to your best potential as a person. Being his friend does not mean that you’re safe for his criticism and dark thoughts, but at least he will try not to hurt your feelings too badly.

History

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The Lewis family is an old, rich and influential family from Wales. Mortimer Lewis and Eleanor Lewis couldn’t keep their relationship a secret for long in the small town they lived in. After their marriage the town was delighted to find out that Eleanor was expecting a child. Their delight soon turned into fear when Trystan was born on Christmas eve, a full month early. Both mother and baby barely survived. Trystan got better after some time in an incubator, but his mother would never be the same again.





Eleanor’s sickness had a major effect on Trystan’s childhood. Mortimer got the best doctors to analyze his wife, but none of them knew what caused her illness. Mortimer tried as hard as he could, but between his wife, the doctors and his job there wasn’t always time for Trystan. An older lady was willing to look after their son for free, an offer Mortimer couldn’t turn down. The old lady was sweet, almost too sweet. When Trystan turned five he had heard all of her stories (most of them more than once), knew he could beat her in every single game (especially chess) and knew all places to hide. He felt lonely and bored, so he started misbehaving to get his father’s attention. His father in turn tried to bribe him with toys and presents (since he couldn’t spare any time), but with no avail. Trystan would only up his game, each prank more devious than the last. Only his mother was safe, for her he was willing to be a little angel, but even her influence didn’t last long, after a few days Morgan would misbehave again. In two years he got 7 nannies to leave the house screaming. His father was so desperate that he employed Mademoiselle Le Fray. The lady was very strict, but at least she could keep Trystan in check. She made sure that Morgan spend all the time he was not learning how to read and multiply (which she taught him herself) with learning manners and the art of fencing and dancing, which were almost the same in her eyes. Trystan was disciplined by the age of twelve, but he was still lonely. That was soon about to change.


Mortimer had tried every kind of doctor and was desparate for new insights. He decided that if the sickness wasn’t physical it had to be mental, so he hired a psychiatrist. The man in question was Quinten Grimm, a promising young man in the world of psychology. From the moment Trystan met Quinten, Quinten was his new hero. Every waking hour he didn’t spend on Madame Le Fray’s tutoring he would go to Quinten and ask him all kinds of questions. Quinten saw great potential in Trystan and offered Mortimer to be his son’s next tutor. Madame Le Fray stayed to learn Morgan how to be a proper gentleman, but from that moment on all other learning activities were Quinten’s responsibility. Together Trystan and Quinten explored the manor’s library and the town’s library. Trystan learned a lot and became a stronger wiser man and Quinten grew from seeing Trystanan grow up. Those years were the best of his life.


Over the years Trystan discovered that his feelings for Quinten were more than devotion to his hero. He realized that he had fallen in love with his own teacher. After a long time of thinking it over he finally found the courage to confess his feelings to Quinten. Quinten was disgusted by this confession. He immediately resigned his post as teacher and left, never to be heard from ever again. Trystan was devastated by the departure and disappearance of his teacher/lover. At his absolute lowest, he found a letter by Madame Mimioux, inviting him to her castle. Trystan didn't feel like going. His father feared that his son would fall mentally ill as well, so he encouraged Trystan to go in the hope that his son would be happy again.

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Relationships


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Dorm Room


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Habits


Trystan always observes his surroundings, even when talking or working. His eyes skittishly move over the walls, windows, furniture and people. He observes to see possible threads coming and to analyze people’s behavior. This doesn’t make him absentminded or something, he is just great at multitasking.


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The gates creaked when Morgan opened them. Even in full daylight the family manor looked creepy. The lane was full of weed, the grass was too long and all kinds of wildflowers grew in it. The flowers and bushes in the backyard that his mother had cherished so much were long dead. Morgan had tried to keep the garden tidy, but it was too much work for one man. It seemed like his father hadn’t done any maintenance in the garden and the house in the last years before his death. The house was stained with acid rain corrosion, mosses and other tarnishes. The sigil above the main entrance was illegible and the statue on the roof couldn’t be defined as ravens any more. The decay pained Morgan, but he didn’t have the money to clean it up, let alone renovate the whole building. His father hadn’t left him much money. There were probably some treasures hidden inside, but Morgan didn’t have the guts to go in. Too many bad memories clung to the place, not to mention the eerie noises Morgan heard at night.


He went to the summerhouse. It wasn’t much, but he could live with it. There was a table with two chairs, which he often used as workspace, a small kitchen and a sofa/bed. He opened his laptop and began writing.

Tagged: no one


Location: on the way to the diner


Cellphone: Online


Working: no


Status: preoccupied

Morgan had had a busy night. Yesterday he had read about the splintercat, a funny local myth.That evening he paid a rare visit to the bar. Rumor had it that a local lumberjack, Stefan, had sighted the splintercat. He didn’t even need to talk to the man since he boasted it around to anyone who could hear him, whether they wanted or not. Morgan had often encountered this kind of madmen’s stories and knew they were highly exaggerated, but he needed some kind of starting point. What he got from the man was that the splintercat was basically a huge cat that bashed his head into trees to find food. The man’s description of the beast was laughable. Morgan knew a lot of creatures with weird appearances, but none as weird as this one. According to Stefan it had a froglike hairy body with the head of a cat and a huge bump of bone on his forehead. Morgan had taken notes, but he didn’t take it too literal.


This morning he had gone to the library for some research. It was actually closed for the upcoming Halloween, but as a librarian Morgan had his own keys. He found some weird books and a letter from 1945, but it was all rather boring. The books had an almost biological approach, which made the whole creature even less believable and scary. He made some scans and went home. On the way home a funny horror story developed in his head. He was determined to write it down.


He was so caught up in the writing that he didn’t notice the time. When he was finished he looked at the clock. 17:47. He realized that he didn’t have any food for dinner. He was not in the mood for cooking anyway. He started walking towards the local diner.