Fantasy Fallen Snow || An Ode to Nightingale || Characters

[StoneWolf18]

Fallen Snow: An Ode to Nightingale

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IC || OOC || Characters || Discoveries

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This is a detailed roleplay so I do expect characters to express that. I also want to encourage imperfect characters, however keep in mind that going over the top with a tragic past will not have my favor. Images should be realistic or at least realistically drawn and code is helpful but not required.

Name: They will be getting a brood code name soon, but this should be their birth name.
Age: 17-19 with no exceptions
Gender: Female
Height: Be reasonable
Weight: A bmi calculator?
Hair: Any unnatural colors are dye
Eyes:
Complexion:
Build:
Personality: At least a paragraph
History: At least three paragraphs.

Coded By || StoneWolf18 ​

 

[Cosmosis]

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 5' 7"

Weight: 135lbs

Hair: Normal is white with a red tinge/Dyed Pink

Eyes: Blue to Green (Mostly blue)

Complexion: Light

Build: Peach has perky, D cup breasts (Or big C's) and decent sized hips. Medium arms and a medium torso sit upon longish legs. Her arms aren't very big on the muscle side but their not fat either.

Personality: Peach is a shy girl who doesn't interact very often with others. Those who knew her when she was little would say she's the same way now. Shy, caring, innocent and adorable. If you need to cry, she'll be there for you. If you need help, the girl will sure try to give the help you need but she'll be doubting her skills all the way till the end. It's how she's been. How she will be.

History: Peach has always been known for her pink hair. Weather it be bright pink, or a light pastel pink, it's been pink. It's come to the point where if she didn't dye it, her hair has accepted the pink and be a really white shade of, you guessed it. Pink.

But when she was really little, before the pink hair, it was quite white. Her parents noticed her shyness at birth and her soft, almost unhearable voice. Peach talked at a permanent whisper volume and yelled at the volume of a normal speaking voice only raised slightly.

Fast forwarding to around the present, she hasn't been seen by anyone. Her house dark without any cars in the driveway and the grass not mowed like it had always been. What could have happened to her is anyone's guess. Or is it?

Peach has been sitting in her room, not moving very much, only to feed her kitten. Mittens is a maincoon/munchkin kitty who loves her owner dearly. But back to Peach.

The pinkette has been alone for around two and a half weeks, vanished off the map for a week less than her alone time. Her parents packed up everything and just... Left. No phone call, no note. Poof; gone. Looking around in their room, Peach found countless bills left unpaid for months, stacked on each other. All of their family pictures were gone. Only the solitary pictures of their daughter remained for anyone to see.

Now as to why Peach hasn't left the house in a week and a half. She doesn't want to let others know the struggles she has on her own now. Running out of food for herself, she had went to go buy more when she did have food;some to last her a bit longer.

But alas, on-top of her parents ghostly vanishing, she had been cornered and violated. It was her first time and the last time all in one. It's left her traumatized and unable to accept it really even happened. Yet it keeps her inside for fear of it happening again.

She didn't object. But she also didn't want it. Her shy nature had been her downfall that day and now she's getting sick. Did she catch a cold from it and it was finally getting her now? Or was Peach getting sick from the stress of her sudden situation?

More Info: Peach owns a female kitten.
She is also pregnant.
Due to what will be referred to as "The Incident" Peach doesn't trust guys. Not like she really did before but now it is worse.
She has had thoughts of certain girls but she is a bit confused on it. ​

Coded By || StoneWolf18 ​

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Rayna Fields

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Height:
5'8"

Weight:
129lbs

Hair:
Dark brown, with lighter brown highlights

Eyes:
Dark brown

Complexion:
Clear and tan

Build:
Fit, Athletic

Personality:
Rayna is a very kind, strong and determined girl. She may often come off as sarcastic, arrogant, or passive aggressive but she can be your best friend once you get to know her. She isn't big on trust at first but once you gain it, she'll stay loyal to the end. Rayna is fierce, bold, curious and overprotective, and she'd sacrifice anything for those she cares about. She's got a quick temper and sharp tongue, and though she doesn't prefer trouble, she doesn't have a problem getting physical if needed to defend herself or others. She's headstrong and is a quick thinker, not one to spend her time planning and running around like a chicken with her head cut off, instead she sees what must be done and she acts, sometimes to brashly depending on the situation at hand. Overall, if you get on her good side you can garentee she'll always have your back and do what she thinks is right. Even if it kills her.

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History:
It's amazing to think how different a life can end up based on small choices. Rayna found out the hard way. She was born in Canada, North America. Her genes mostly hailing from her Filipino mother. She was born in a privileged household, some would call spoiled. Rayna was raised in wealth, she got everything she wanted, but never inherited the traits of being a brat, or spoiled. Though privileged, it was a strict household.

Rayna had no siblings to entertain her, and though the toys were endless, she didn't haven't many friends. They lived on there own private property, not close to any neighborhoods or kids. As a young girl, Rayna was very shy, and avoided kids a recess or during classrooms. It was only when her mother put her in swimming lessons did Rayna come out of her shell. She was like a fish, the water called to Rayna ever since she set foot in it, she was always looking for opprutunities to swim, and doing what she did best made her less insecure. Rayna made friends during her lessons, and eventually her horizons spread out beyond just a few friends. Growing up, Rayna was very popular it seemed.

Her parents were hard workers and had good friends and company about them with a good set of traits Rayna picked up on. She was an expert swimmer as she entered high school, and was even captain of the swim team. Life was perfect. She was dating a seemingly perfect boyfriend before everything went downwards.

After dating for over a year and a half, Rayna broke it off with her boyfriend unexpectedly, confused with her own sexuality. Losing her boyfriend took a large porton of her friends with it, and she was only left with the fewest closest to her, which she didn't really mind because loyalty was most important to Rayna, and still is. But what really rocked the boat was her parents death. They were killed during a car accident. She had just turned seventeen at the time, and with no family members or relatives to care for her, she'd have to be taken to a foster care. Away from everything she loved.

Despising the idea, and still buried in grief, Rayna ran from her home, most definitely not wanting to burden her friends, and just wanting to be alone, Rayna took her car and drive far away. She took up a waitressing job in a cafe for money and slept in her car most nights, that was until two years later.

 

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evelyn cruz
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"please just call me evie"

"i thought you'd be able to guess"

Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual

"what do i look like? uh..."

Height: 5" 5'
Weight: 120lbs
Hair: Long, Dark, and Straight
Eyes: Dark Brown
Complexion: Evie has a fairly light complexion due to her rarely leaving the house but can tan easily in the sun. Her ethnicity is mixed race; half Filipina, half Caucasian.
Build: Her build is slim but not shapeless.

"welcome to "all about me", i'm your host: evie cruz"

Personality: Evie is a distant person that gets lost in her own head sometimes and is prone to getting caught up in her thoughts- when she's deep in thought, her eyes glaze over and it can be difficult to snap her out of it. She is also prone to feeling anxious and frightened, usually by her own intrusive and obsessive thoughts. Aside from her disorder, Evie is a friendly and caring person, who cares deeply about protecting other people. She's witty, smart, and can crack jokes even when she's feeling afraid. Outwardly, Evie is positive and is usually happy when she's around other people. She likes music and art despite being uncreative herself. Evie also likes movies, as she considers them to be an escape, and can enjoy every genre.

Evie loves her family and friends and expresses this openly with words and physical affection, (she's a hugger). She tries to get along with everyone and will always try to resolve an argument or a disagreement- she can also be defensive of people she likes, even when they make bad decisions. She's a devout Christian and believes firmly in forgiveness. Although Evie's paranoia isn't usually visible, she can sometimes babble about it when she's very upset and her compulsions can be obvious to people who are playing close attention. Evie doesn't like to be left alone, as that's when the instrusive thoughts are loudest, and can only sleep if she knows other people are nearby (and can hear them).

"once upon a time, in a far away land..."

History: Born into the cycle of poverty, things were never going to be easy for Evie. She was one of five children and raised by a single mother, working three jobs- naturally, as a middle child, she went by mostly unnoticed by her mother. While things were tricky in their household, real tragedy didn't strike until Evie was nine. Her older brother and her younger sister were both victims of a drive-by shooting and Evie, injured but alive, was a direct witness. The memory has stuck with her ever since and she has never since stepped foot on the street where it happened.

Shortly before Evie turned ten, she started experiencing obsessive and intrusive thoughts about death and about dying. These thoughts interfered with her daily life at first and then slowly took her over. By the time she was twelve, Evie was showing sure signs of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Her compulsions included obsessively checking locks on doors and windows, and having to perform counting rituals in order to enter certain rooms or cross certain roads or go to certain places. She also prays twice a day. There were certain places in the city that she refused to step foot in altogether, places she called "hot spots", which meant that Evie had to work out elaborate routes to get anywhere. And all the time, her obsessive thoughts did not go away. Compulsions were temporary relief, short-term solutions, and seeing a decent therapist was too expensive.

Her OCD continued throughout her teenager years and still does to this day; she also struggled with self harm a few times. Evie did not realise the extent of how her problems had been affecting her family until her older sister confronted her on it one day. By no means was it a gentle discussion, it was clearly an attempt to shake Evie out of it and stop being so in-her-head about everything. But it backfired, resulting in Evie walking out of the house and spending the night on the street. Evie felt hopeless, broken, and alone and cried herself to sleep- that was the night that they took her.

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[apolla]

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Name: Brea Taylor

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Height: 5'3

Weight: 137lbs

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Blue

Complexion: More pale than tan, but not ghostly white

Build: Slim

Personality:
Brea is a sweet girl, and a good person-- when she's medicated. She goes through periods of time where she doesn't want to take the pills for whatever reason, and her mood swings come back full force. She can be happy one moment, sad the next, although it's always more than happy or sad. It's devastation versus euphoria. When she's manic, she doesn't think about other peoples emotions or thoughts. She doesn't care. She wants to fight with people, and she'll use anything in her arsenal to do so. Afterwards, she'll swing right into depression and spend days in bed, feeling worthless. But she likes the natural highs that she gets without medication, because who doesn't like feeling like they're on top of the world?

History:
Brea lived a normal life with her loving parents until she was seven years old. Her father died in an accident on the way home from work, leaving Brea and her mother alone. Brea withdrew into herself, socializing less, laughing less. Her mother buried herself in schoolwork and work in general, now that she had to provide for her daughter alone. For years, she just thought her daughter was sad, perhaps even angry at the world for her father's death. It wasn't until Brea was a pre-teen/teenager that things began to get rough.

Brea would spend days in bed, just staring at the blank TV screen. She'd sleep, not shower, and cry herself to sleep every night. But then things would change with the snap of her fingers. Like there was a switch, invisible to everyone, even Brea. It's as if things would speed up, only for Brea though. She would talk fast, constantly be moving, or shopping, or trying something new to expand her horizons. She was euphoric, nothing could break her high. But along with the euphoria would come a nasty temper. When things wouldn't go her way she would yell and scream and even throw or kick things. It would be like a child having a temper tantrum.

Eventually, Brea's mother took her to get help, and she was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. Brea's mother didn't know how to deal with her daughters diagnosis, and even though she would try to get Brea to take her meds continuously, Brea would stop when she felt better, which would cause the mood swings all over again. Brea has stated that she likes the highs she gets without the medication.

The last time Brea took her medication had to have been at least 6 months ago. She met a guy, and he was wonderful. Or so she thought. Turns out he was addicted to something that would take his life after her knowing him only a short time. But she already cared deeply for him, and she was the one who found him. It really tripped her up, and the fighting at home just got worse and worse unit her mother couldn't handle it anymore. She called the police on Brea, but by the time they got there, the blonde was gone. Disappeared into the night.

Coded By || StoneWolf18 ​

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[DergTheDergon]

Name: Tessa Jones

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Sexuality: GAY AF

Height: 5’2”

Weight: 121 lbs

Hair: Brown, kept straight and always entirely unstyled, usually rather messy

Eyes: Blue

Complexion: Extremely Pale

Build: Short and overall average; blurring the lines between slim and chubby, with slight curvature.

Personality: Quite socially awkward, yet friendly and very tolerant, respectful and understanding of others. Tends to be rather quiet and keep to herself, unless she finds a common interest with someone, or someone something does or says piques her curiosity. Then, she tends to become very talkative, yet still in her awkward way. She would never hurt a fly most of the time, but has outbursts easily triggered by traumatic events and such that cause her to act in a much less docile manner for short bursts. She is, overall, a very loyal friend to have, a good listener, but someone that is uneliable in a social sense. However, learning tactile skills of any sort is a cinch for her, and she tends to try and solve her problems using her repertoire of such skills if she sees any manner, no matter how odd-seeming to others, to pull it off, even if she has to learn something new. When engaged in any sort of activity of this nature, she might as well be dead to the world.

History:
Born 3 months premature, Tessa’s parents were certain she wasn’t going to make it to one year old. To their equal surprise and delight, she did make it; although, she was saddled with Asperger’s Syndrome and ADHD as a result. Her mother and father were, are when our story begins, and always would be people of meager means, old-fashioned values and rather old age for first-time parents, having been each in their mid-40s when they brought her into the world. Considering all of this, it would have come as no surprise for someone to hear that they had no idea whatsoever regarding how exactly to raise their own daughter; especially when she also revealed, in a far more upfront and nonchalant manner than a “normal” young woman would, that she only felt physical attraction towards other females.


Her life up into her mid-teens was fraught with many intense struggles with school, bullying, a lack of contact with other kids outside of school, and increasing absorption into Tessa’s narrow interests as she grew older. Thankfully though, Tessa was very intelligent underneath the ways her mind seemed to limit her. At the prime age of 16, she finally began to discover ways to dig herself out of the box she’d holed herself up in out of anxiety over not being able to understand the world. She began to use her advanced and prolific grasp of music, writing and art alike to make many friends and even get noticed by professionals in many artistic fields. Whilst she felt she grasped little other than how to create and express herself, be it through a brush or pencil, a keyboard or an instrument, or a myriad of other things, her life seemed to be looking up.


Until the crash, that was. She’d been out of town for her first concert with a professional orchestra and received a call that her parents had passed away. In the blink of an eye, the only people she had ever felt close to were gone. She left the hotel and went back toher hometown on her own in a fit to return to the place she felt safe in, her home. There, to cope with the pain, she threw herself into single-mindedly creating content to sell and promote on the internet. Giving how uncannily quickly she develops technical and creative skills, it wasn’t long before she was supporting herself rather easily this way. However, despite being mentally alright and even happy as long as she worked, as her Asperger’s allowed her to be, her health was degrading quickly. She never left the house, barely ate and drank enough to function, and passed out in front of her computer each night, only to wake up a few short hours later and resume working, rarely leaving her chair. This continued for months, until a visitor came...