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Age: [21 -26]
Gender:
Sexuality:
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Height/Weight:
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Likes: [3+]
Dislikes: [3+]
Strengths: [3+]
Weaknesses: [3+]
Relationships: N/A [until accepted]


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

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Mercedes Ryan


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About Her:

"Music is the strongest form of magic."
Name: Mercedes Ryan
Nickname: Sadie
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Stereotype/Job: Singer, Popular


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Likes/Dislikes:

Likes:
-Performing
-The 'smoky eye' look
-Jewelry
Dislikes:
-People who have to be the smartest
-Rap [most of it]
-Smoking
Strengths:
-Her Voice
-Her Honesty
-Her bravery [except when it comes to bees]
Weaknesses:
-Impatient
-Impulsive
-Blunt [goes with honesty; sometimes she can be mean about it]




Personality/Bio:

Personality:
Sadie does take medication to keep her from going off the edge, and if she's not on that medication, she can be a real pain. She swings back and forth from being on top of the world, nothing can bring her down, to the meanest bitch you'll ever meet. She uses anything she can against you, even if its a low blow, just because she wants to fight. Thankfully, she's on medication that works for her now and has been for years. On her medication, Sadie is definitely someone you want to be around. She's sweet and funny, and loves to laugh. She is a brave soul, and will talk to anybody. She isn't judgmental, and she's got a heart of gold. She is an honest person, but sometimes that honesty can come off blunt and rude. She never means to be that way, it just... happens.

Bio:
Sadie lost her father when she was just a chid, and it affected her in ways beyond what her mother could see. Her mother taught at a local high school, but it was hard for her to admit that her daughter was having troubles. Without any siblings to bounce off of and with being so young with her father died, Sadie withdrew into herself. It wasn't until she was in middle school that her counselor pointed out she may need to see a psychiatrist. So her mother took her, and it turned out Sadie was clinically depressed. She was put on medication, and at first Sadie would fight with her mother, not wanting to take them. Or she would take them and then stop when she 'felt better'. Or she'd simply hide them.


Fast forward through the end of middle school and her first year of high school. Her mood swings got worse, and her mother took her back to the doctor. The fighting was worse; Sadie would throw things and kick things in anger, or her mood could shift and she'd be your best friend. Turns out Sadie is bipolar. Once she got on a medication regimen that worked for her, she evened out. She started taking choir classes in sophomore year, and easily made it to the top of her class. She became well known around the school for her voice, and even those who she didn't know would come up to her and make it a point to have a conversation with her.

She found that she liked the attention. She made it into the chorus classes you had to audition for junior and senior year, and her popularity grew. She was never one of those means girls, just a girl everybody knew. Graduation came around and Sadie started community college, but it wasn't her thing. She is smart, but her passion lies in singing. She made a demo with the help of her mom, and spread it around as much as she could. Finally a recording company heard her voice and loved her. Now she's released a full CD, and her manager thought going to the Karma house would help build her musical career.

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Physical:

Eyes Color: Gray/Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Height/Weight: 5'6 / 130lbs
Body Type: Slim to Curvy
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: Quite a few piercings on her ears, tongue, both sides of her nose, belly button / Tattoo of a microphone on her left leg, and a lily on her back




Relationships:
Relationships:
N/A

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'hey kids wanna buy some memes?'
Name: Ji-Ho 'Ji' Beckett
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Stereotype/Job: Stoner Techie

Eyes Color: Black
Hair Color: Blue (Dyes it Frequently)
Height/Weight: 5'5'' 110lbs
Body Type: Skinny, kinda muscular
Tattoos/Piercings: Ears Pierced, No Tattoos

Likes: Night Time, Ice Cream, Marijuana Plants, Dank Memes, Puppies
Dislikes: Cats, Early Mornings, Large Crowds, Being Interrogated, Losing People
Strengths: Happy-go-lucky Attitude, Computer Skills, Extreme Loyalty
Weaknesses: Annoyingly Utopian, Easily Distracted, Bad at Sports
Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Personality:
Ji-Ho was and always has been a massive cherry goofball. Being raised in a big house surrounded by many good friends and the ability to do what he loved enabled him to always be the happiest he could be. He is incredibly intelligent but doesn't brag about it preferring to joke about his lack of sporting talent instead. He could have ADHD due to his constant energy and lack of focus on things he doesn't need to do but they never got that diagnosed by a doctor so...?

Ji dislikes it when people are mean to him especially about his optimism which leads to some spouts of anxiety, depression and a lot of stress which is the main reason he smokes weed. He doesn't do it to look cool, weed does that by itself. He also has a massive fear of losing people, it's bordering on a phobia which is why he still has the contact details of every single person he has ever worked with or had a significant friendship with. It's cute or creepy. He doesn't know so he lets others decide.

Bio:
Ji was born a child of a young poor single actress trying to make it in LA. She didn't have the resources to take care of him to the best of her abilities and so he was put up for adoption as a baby. He was taken in by a very diverse and rich family. They loved him and supported him through everything leading him to become the smiling goofball we see today.

During Middle and High School he got the itch for computing and of course this lead him down the road of creativity. He became a cinematographer and editor for his movie maker friends, a photographer for the many art kids in the area and an electronic musician for the bands ensembles and orchestras at school. All in all he became the computer whizz he never knew he was. He soon became very popular for his talent with both PCs and Macs and all who knew him boosted his confidence to try bigger things.

He wasn't without his faults though. In his junior year he was lead into joining a gang without realising it. They promised him that they were working on this code for a website when really it was a half finished sequence that hack that could worm into accounts without being very detectable. Luckily he was able to get out of it but he was interrogated by police rigorously afterwards. He started smoking weed after that to elevate stress and anxiety but after a few years his worries drifted away and the drug basically didn't do much other than give him the buzz he needs for confidence (he can't drink as he's allergic to certain compounds found in alcoholic beverages).

He went on to work with many people for many things. The Tech really found where he was making his mark and enjoyed helping those who needed it. Overall he enjoyed making his family proud.


WRITING SAMPLE:
Quinn was enjoying dancing until the knock upon the door. He would be lying if he thought being ordered to turn the music off hurt him a little. He really liked Rhett and he wanted them to at least be friends but of course that would never happen, not like this. He went to turn down the music. Lots of thoughts and feelings rushed through him. Why did this have to happen to him? Why was Rhett hired to take him of all people? He understood that it was probably because he was the son of republican politician James Beckett but one search online and it would be clear to anyone that Quinn was no republican. Was the fact that his political views did not line up with his father's the problem? It was so confusing. Rhett was confusing: one minute they are friends the next he is bossing Quinn around. His heart ached for an explanation but he wasn't going to recieve one, not now at least.

He turned around at Rhett's voice and smiled slightly, but it was a false kind of smile like the ones heartbroken people would fake when around friends and family. "Awesome," he stated before noticing Rhett haphazardly stuffing paper into his pocket. "Is that a phone number I see," he asked mischievously, "Now if you wanted to get laid you could have just asked." He smirked hiding a subtle pain he was feeling that he couldn't quite explain.

He had to change the tone of the room. Relationships were built on trust and loyalty so joking wouldn't help whatever they had together. Quinn knew he had to be honest with Rhett about what he felt right now. It was tough for him however this was necessary right now. He had to speak his mind.

"But seriously," he started. "If you have a girlfriend or boyfriend or date mate or fuck buddy you want to go see, just go. I'll be okay on my own for a few hours. You deserve a break since you're dealing with me every second of the day. I know I can be- well, I actually am a bit of a handful so it's cool if you need time for yourself. I get it." His head dropped slightly. It was rare that Quinn was sad so this was a surprise to him. Why was he getting so upset over something like this? It was stupid. This was why Quinn lost friends easily back in the day; family problems plus attachment issues plus fluctuating self esteem lead to an annoying kid who even Quinn wouldn't want to be around. Sigh. This was going to get awkward quickly.
 
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- wesley drake -

= if i gave you the truth, would it keep you alive? =

Age: twenty-four
Gender: cis-gender male
Sexuality: Homosexual and Fucking Proud
Stereotype/Job: "Goth"/ Singer

Eyes Color: brown
Hair Color: ash brown
Height/Weight: 5"11/ 165 lbs.
Body Type: Mesomorphic/Muscular
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.

Likes: Seether, Rainy Sunday Mornings, moments when the world fades away
Dislikes: [3+]
Strengths: [3+]
Weaknesses: [3+]
Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Personality: [1-2 paragraphs]
Bio: [1-2 paragraphs]
 
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Fiora’s good mood promptly disappeared as her eyes turned icy cold. She looked bored at the cop. Her work mode was on.

“You’ve made a biiiiiiig mistake, old man,” she said, voice completely devoid of any emotions. “Ponyta return. Dewgong come out.” she managed her pokéballs quickly, an expert at what she was doing. “Blizzard.” she called. The Dewgong obeyed without hesitation and in no time the battlefield had turned as cold and stormy as the worst Winter day. Steam came out of her mouth as she ordered. “Ice Shards to the Sandslash.”

The cop didn’t seem able to concentrate well between the cold and having to handle a two versus one battle. He called for his Pokémon to dodge but could barely do anything else as he already had to give directions to Machoke. Taking advantage of the commotion and the cops inability to see what she was doing through the snowstorm, Fiora let her steps guide her to the left of the battlefield. The cop was an incompetent moron and didn’t even notice as she leaned down and grabbed a pipe she knew she has left there in case something like this happened, all while calling orders to her Dewgong.

“He-!” the cop tried to shout, but it was too late, Fiora took a sprint and promptly smacked the back of his neck with the pipe. He fell to the ground unconscious. She took the two Pokeball and returned the pokémon before squinting at Annis through the storm. “Help me out, would you, Annis?” she said, playfulness and nicknames deeply buried within herself. “To the pond he goes. Before the Blizzard is over. I’m sure the boss will be happy we got two pokémons for him as a souvenir.” she let an icy chuckle, digging the heel of her boot on the man’s chest.
 
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Kendrell Weston


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About Him:

Name: Kendrell Weston
Nicknames: Drell, Ken
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Stereotype/Job: Model, Rich

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Likes/Dislikes:

Likes:
-Girls
-Ice (Diamond Jewelry)
-Money
Dislikes:
-Snitches
-Hoes
-Fakes





Personality/Bio:

Personality:
Kendrell is the definition of a fuckboy. He gets any girl he wants and after he hits, he's done. Although he loves the hit and leave, he's still a nice guy and if he really gives a damn about you, he'll treat you right. He always sticks with his day ones, and ain't gonna ever turn his back on them. Getting to know him is easy, but keeping his trust is where the real work comes. He loves to buy his way into things.
Bio:

Kendrell was born into a rich family in Washington, D.C. His mom was a famous singer, and his dad was a famous model. Sadly, when Kendrell was 13 years old, his mom and dad both died in a car crash leaving him with his butler and his 100M left for him... if his parents died. He went through school care free, knowing that everything was covered for him before he was called at age 16 to become a model. His life story isn't the most interesting but anyways, after that he became a world known model and dropped out of school to be full time. He was drinking and almost killed his ex-manager, which cost him a 2 million dollar lawsuit. Other than that, he's been clean

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Physical:

Eyes Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Black
Height/Weight: 5'8/ 156lbs
Body Type: Muscular

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: He has a tattoo on his left forearm and his right bicep. He has ear piercings on both ears.




Relationships:
Relationships:
N/A


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Writing sample: Kendrell takes out his earbuds putting one in each ear, he walks out of the car slamming the door shut behind him. He takes the key out and locks the door, bringing out his phone. It was time for his daily run but when you thought thinks couldn't get worse? Think again. Instantly he was swarmed by reporters around his McLaren 720s, taking pictures from everywhere. "What the fuck is going on" He said, waving his hands in the air. Someone must've tipped off the reporters where he'd be and at what time. He walked back to the car, fumbling his keys in his hand. Unlocking the car, he walked in and put the key in the ignition. He rolled down the windows and stuck up the finger. "Fuck all you bitches" he said, before stepping on the gas and driving out. If anyone was in his way, they'd get run over.
 
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