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Realistic or Modern Let's Travel CS (Reboot + Closed)

Skylark

The Sky
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Hey guys if you have stumbled upon this CS you either are someone just clicking through
looking at rps or you are from the original Let's Travel. Sorry to say to some of you but we are not
an open rp. If you are on of the original members well then welcome back you can make more characters if you like to keep this interesting and to add new aspects to this rp.
Well I hope you guys are ready for this crazy rp because I am!
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Also please remember to try to do 2 paragraphs I know understand that sometimes you can't because well I was guilty of short posts in the lasts Let's Travel. Just remember no one liners we want to keep this rp interesting. I'm excited!






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Living Life
To the fullest

Name: Skylar Jensen

Nickname: Sky

Age:21

Likes:

Cuddling

Playing music

Singing

Acting

Dreaming

Dislikes:

Feeling forgotten

Being pressured

People thinking they
are better then others

Appearance:
-Long dark brown wavy hair
-Sparkling green eyes
-Thin
-5'6
-Pale

Personality:
Skylar is such a right brained human being. She is so creative and talented in many ways. She cares for others and strives to help those who are struggling. Skylar can; however, be completely shut off at times. Opening up to people can also be another struggle for her especially since the recent events happened.

Biography:
Skylar Jensen grew up in a beautiful home with a mom and a dad. Her life was pretty good for awhile until around the age seven. Her dad mentally and physically abused her. She became his punching bag. Skylar began to not see anything good in herself, for the pain her father mentally caused her destroyed how she saw herself. This happened for years until one day her mother walked in on all of this and called the police. Skylar's father was sent to jail.

She continued to live her life still suffering from many of the things her father caused her. She fell into a deep dark depression and she hid from the world for a long time. She almost killed herself at age thirteen, but her mother found her before it happened. She was sent away to a place where they were supposed to "help" the patients, but they never really cured her. Years passed and she finally escaped her depression which many people thought impossible. Somedays it returns for a time, but for the most part she is living a happy life.

Well until she turned twenty. Skylar Jensen was in college when something terrible happened. She has barley told anyone and doesn't plan on it. All these things have effected her in many different ways. Some have built her stronger when the others have destroyed her at least for the time being.


What she's been doing:
Skylar has been keeping busy, but is unsure where to go with her life. College or to pursue music full time is her two choices at this moment. She spends her time writing music and preforming it on the sides of the roads for extra money, and she has played some shows in her free time. She has not done much dating recently, for many reasons.

Relationship Status:Single
Skylar had dated Caston for the summer, but they decided to break up shortly after the trip ended. Skylar still has feelings for him and misses him.

Theme Song
“The Cave” Mumford and Sons



 
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One Day At
A Time

Name: Carter Locks

Nickname: Cart

Age:22

Likes:

Feeling free

Partying

Dancing

Singing

Acting

Dislikes:

Guns

Visiting his past

Appearance:
-Black messy hair
-Brown eyes
-Toned
-6'1

Personality:
Closed off about certain things, but is also open about others. He wants to help anyone he sees who is hurting. He has a deep side to him that few truly see. Many get glimpses but only a select few get to see the whole thing. His past has made him stronger and more caring, but also more closed off and broken. He's talented and knows how to have fun, but he also knows how to be chill. He can feel alone even when he's in a crowded room.
Biography:
Carter Locks lived a happy life for a time at home but it soon all faded away when his father became extremely ill. When his father did recover he was not the same. Carter was convinced though that his father would change back to his "normal" self, but he didn't his father was abusive and his mother had no idea what she could do. He couldn't live like that anymore and he gave up on his father. He decided to leave home. Life was hard but he knew he had to keep going he didn't exactly know how to live on his own.

He lived on the streets begging for money, wishing he had someone in his life that he could talk to, and the feelings of loneliness almost drove him insane. He remembers nights of laying in alleys and people jumping him taking whatever money he had left. The things that had happened in his life made him a better person, and he learned how to care for others before himself.

While living on the streets he made a friend. He was the best and his name was Hector. They were the best of friends. Hector's parents however would not approve of him having a friend like Carter, but Hector refused to let him go. He would sneak food and other supplies to him when no one was looking. Hector was probably the only way Carter was able to survive. One night they were walking down the road when they took the wrong turn and went through the bad part of town. They both were attempting to find their way home when all of a sudden a gun was held up to Carter. The man holding the gun was the man Carter owed money to. The man looked drunk and insane. He fired the gun and Hector pushed Carter out of the way. Hector was shot! his almost dead body laid on the ground. The man saw what he did and fled. Carter fell to the ground trying to save Hector, but as he bled Hector said "Thanks for showing me an adventure. I don't regret meeting you," he took his last breath and his heart stopped. Carter was never the same after that.

He left town after Hector's funeral which he was unable to attend. He traveled a long way to the next and tried to live his life. Many nights he couldn't sleep and he would wake up in his own sweat. He got into lots of trouble in this new town. He met a girl that he nearly fell in love with, but he knew he could never provide for her. He left town again. He somehow has made it decently onto his own two feet and is just trying to live life one day at a time.

The pain in his life made him who he is today. He has his issues but when he finds someone he feels a connection to it's hard for him to let go. His caring heart is a strong part of him he rather take care of someone else before taking care of himself. He feels alone even when he is in a crowded room. Maybe it's because he feels as if no one will ever understand what he's been through. The problem with him always thinking of others is that he almost never thinks of himself and it can be terrible at times for him.


What he's been doing:
Trying to find jobs anywhere he can. He’s also an aspiring actor.


Relationship Status:
N/A

Theme Song
“Bruises” Lewis Capaldi



 
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nickname: care, carebear (by eli, mostly), spoilsport (also by eli)
likes: being with others, taking a breather when she can, seeing others succeed, contagious smiles, movies on rainy days, walks on rainy days, blanket forts??, hot coffee, old photos, reminsicing, taking care of the people she loves
dislikes: slacking, seeing people hurt, failing, goodbyes (though she's gotten surprisingly good at them), running away, avoiding confrontation, rap music, hard liquor, truth or dare
personality: If she could mend every broken heart, turn every frown upside down, aid every lost soul, then Caroline Sinclair would have a life fulfilled. A worry-wart, perhaps, but she means only the best for those around her. Her heart might be just a little too big for her body, though she's liked it that way. Making others smile, if only slightly, is her pride and joy. Her empathy, however, has gotten her into trouble in some senses, too; they say some people can't be fixed, love yourself before you can love others wholly, all the things left out on Hallmark cards, but since when did one listen to the rules for a healthier wellbeing, right? Regardless of the toll it may or may not put on her, it's hard to tell a lover to stop loving and a fighter to stop fighting. Being the blanket for others is just simply how Care will always be.
biography: ❝I'm Caroline and I like long strolls away from memory lane. With love, life's a hell of a thing.❞
Whether to start at the beginning or simply start at where Care believed her beginning was would be two very different stories. Her birth certificate says Las Vegas, Nevada, as if she'd ever delve into the entirety of that can of worms on a good day. But there's no denying her beginning was after -- far, far into her future at a ripe seventeen where she lived with the Sinclair's and found a home in good tunes and a goofy boy.

As cheesy as it would sound, there's no other start to her life than meeting Ian,
the old band, and Dwyer on the additional. It was nice back then -- not to say it entirely isn't now -- and Caroline would never complain if she had to go back.
Eli, too, would be better off if that were the case. But tragedy strikes the unlikeliest of places, and when it does there's no holding back the repercussions; those of which that pulled both brother and sister from the few luxuries they had.

While it devastated her brother, it mended later on in an impromptu road trip.
Needless to say, their life was finally a bit stable again. What was meant as solely a distraction for him became the best summer Care could ask for despite all the ups and downs it had its fair share of. Old sparks flared, other feelings grew, and sure enough they left more loved than they came with.

They did have to leave, though. "We have to grow up a little," she said, as cheerful as she could be with how heavy the words sounded on her tongue. Grow up. College was that opportunity, a job was that opportunity. Why none of it felt right, however, was beyond her. Perhaps it wasn't where she belonged. Perhaps she just stressed too much. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because she missed things bigger than herself like her brother did, with his head still in the clouds and no end in sight. He wasn't ready to move on -- unfortunately from more than just a few societal norms for his age, mind you -- and maybe Caroline wasn't ready either.
what she's been doing: Caroline has been keeping as busy as she can for the sake of her dear sanity when she gets home. With a brother that would rather spend all day sleeping and getting himself into more trouble at night, she'd rather blame her stressors on homework for all the apparent reasons.As of late, she's been working at a local animal shelter while her studies relate to Zoology. Frankly, she finds it ironic since her life surely feels like a zoo at times recently.
relationship status: boy, is it complicated.
theme song: afterglow by all time low
faceclaim: lily collins
ooc: can you tell I was excited because I rambled? rip, Tox.

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i'm at the prime of my life. let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.

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nickname: eli
likes: horror movies, cheap thrills, bass guitar solos, concert-going, forgetting responsibilities, getting out of his comfort zone, perfect places, mount rushmore, making fun of infomercials, white lies, lively parties
dislikes: debby downers, parental controls (cough, cough, caroline), sirens, tripping up in front of people, having his problems known, blatant honesty because it "kills the mood," being home alone
personality: It's called messing around until you get caught because that's where the fun is. Elijah has always been a troublemaker, though seemingly closed off at first glance. He surely doesn't look like much from introductions, but the boy has never truly grown up and for that he is all-around grateful and privvy to consequences. If you asked him, being behind bars for a night or two really isn't all that bad if the story is a good one. His moral compass is a bit fried as of late, but by all his graces he means well, he promises. If anything he just fears responsibility so much he makes more for his sister to deal with, that's all. In light, ask him for a joke, a kiss, a drink, or anything in between and he'll oblige wholeheartedly; just don't ask him to do taxes. What even are those.
biography: ❝Take a trip on the wild side, amiright?❞
Similar to Caroline, Elijah chooses to put off most of his past and rewrite it to his liking. Caroline's approach is more for sentimental reasons, sure, but Eli has an approach to which he'd rather just not dwell on the negatives. They're long, drawn out, and make for an awful conversation starter. Instead, he chooses to get right to the heart of his life, where music and best friends took the reigns.

A band member was his first and only job -- one that he wished dearly to pursue if it weren't for losses and a whole lot of running away from his problems. He wasn't half bad for the youngster he was, not entirely sure how to get his fingers around the strings and whether the microphone should be turned off -- whether or not he was back up -- for the safety of everyone's ears. He'll never admit he wasn't actually as awful as he says, but it makes for good affirmation when people tell him otherwise.

It was worth every second, though, right down to when he was pulled away by his sister when one of the members died, and even all those blurred nights he used to cope. There was never a proper goodbye, and for that he's always been sorry, but perhaps it was for the best. They all eventually made it back together, right? Granted, not all, but those that were most important; Ian and Dwyer. Elijah still won't let go of his extra special, extra stupid pick-up lines he dropped towards a fine blonde that summer, marking the start of a friend group he'd never expected would come into his life again. The bonds would hardly break.

There were some inner troubles still, things that he'd never speak up about but things that others eventually caught on about. The guidance came from the heart and all, he knew, but he'd never take it and that was what hurt his sister the most. Some things people just couldn't get over. Caroline had to learn her brother's issues were one of the many she couldn't actually fix on her own, putting a damper on her own fears. When they turned back that summer, he had half a mind to say things would get better because he found people to cope with instead of substances. That was, however, until his sister actually had a jumpstart and handle on what she wanted the rest of her life to look like, and Elijah was stuck in the nosebleeds, clapping for her despite his own wants.
what he's been doing: Caroline likes to describe it as sitting on his ass all day, and frankly he agrees. But there's some exceptions. He's party hearty by night still and won't be threatened with a good time. He's tried that whole, how do you say, work environment thing, but with his record and his habits he's better off keeping his youth while he still can before the spoilsport gives him a Come to Jesus talk. As of right now, he just really misses hanging with his friends.
theme song: time to pretend by MGMT
faceclaim: casey jackson

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i'd like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly. it's hard to say that i'd rather stay awake when i'm asleep, 'cause everything is never as it seems.

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nickname: people called him hannibal once in high school (please, for all that is good, don't call him that.)
likes: pianos (which he can play quite nicely), jazz wow he's a dork, upbeat dancing, beaches, literature, that occasional pickup line, dusk, classic cars, surfing
dislikes: having to come up with excuses for anything because he stutters, gift cards because he likes sentiment more, history, sleeping all day, mornings (he's certainly a night owl), tea
personality: For as tall and looming as Foster seems, he's honestly a sweetheart whose head just so happens to be in the clouds metaphorically and a bit literally. He's 6'3" of free hugs and internal stress, but who's keeping count? One will almost undoubtedly see him rake his hands through his hair with a huff, but god forbid he vents about it. Instead, he'll simply smile and ask about grabbing some takeout. His coping skills rely on moving his fingers across ivory keys and dancing in the kitchen with socks on while the sun sets. It isn't a wonder his tired eyes are always so welcoming, like they've seen more than he'll ever let on, yet they still seem to speak a thousand words more than he does. There's something so undeniably calming about him, but he'd sooner wish someone would be the same for him.
biography: ❝The band Foster the People is almost too literal here.❞
Born in southern California, Foster opened dark green eyes to grandparents rather than parents. While they were there, they weren't all that fit for the job, and found it far easier to simply play hot potato with their baby boy -- almost always landing in the elders' laps. Granted, they didn't mind, but it seemed like an ill-fit lifestyle for a young man to grow up in.

He admired the beach for its sounds. His grandparents' backyard led straight to the shore just beyond their gate, and it was never a question that when Foster would disappear, he'd be sitting right at the edge, challenging the tide's rise and fall. He'd play the ukulele as the waves would crash and find his own music in the world he would never really understand -- and vice versa. His grandmother said it was becaues the world couldn't handle someone as unique as him, but his grandfather simply said it was because he wouldn't conform and that it made him wiser. Foster only cared for the sounds that would sometimes keep him up at night like he attended an unknown orchestra.

He wrote sonnets until his eyes would burn and the sun would rise. When he wasn't outside by the water, he'd find solace at the grand piano in the living room. His parents would never know his natural talents, and frankly they never bothered to. Foster, however, found this for the best. Constant applause could make his ego big.

In high school there only ever seemed to be problems. He looked tired all the time -- because he was -- and was a little too intimidating thanks to his height. All he cared for was to see people love something just as much as he loved ballads and classic cars. Of course, that wasn't necessarily the case, and Foster had trouble finding anyone to relate with. He was an odd boy with dark bags that weren't from any outrageously expensive store. He did have one love, but she ran off to a college he had no intention of tagging along to. Foster was pretty lost, to say the least, but he found his own peace through live music at jazz clubs and night owl bars, occasionally finding a girl to do a little swing with and make smile before hiding away again in his own little world that someone should eventually snap him out of.
what he's been doing: Foster can be found playing piano next to saxes or tending a bar for extra cash.
theme song: fireflies by owl city
faceclaim: matthew gray gubler

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full name.......Faye Lois Godrick
alias.......Faye, Blondie
age.......21
birthday.......October 23
zodiac.......Scorpio
gender.......Female

faceclaim.......Cailin Russo
height.......5'6"
hair color.......Faded blonde
eye color.......Blue

personality.......Faye Godrick anything but consistency and temperance. The party girl with a short circuit was more than just a warning the last time -- if anything, Faye should get it on a damn t-shirt. She's one to go with the flow until the flow doesn't interest her anymore, and by then she'll be far from the stream. Headstrong, with all said, could be a very gentle understatement. The only real kicker is over how she never actually knows what she wants, only follows with instinct until instinct wears her thin. She’s never been sure about her choices, and maybe she never will be, but there’s some part of her that’s okay with the enigmatic sense of it all. Maybe life’s more entertaining when you bleed everything dry — whether it be people, expenses, or opportunities. A succubus of all the things she cannot gain without a little pull.
likes.......The smell of rain, getting in a little healthy trouble, laughing until her sides hurt, rom coms
dislikes......”No,” serious tones, confessing feelings, committment, most things involving a taste of reality

theme song.......Contagious by Night Riots
what she's been doing.......Faye has been challenging herself at a slip of normality with an internship under her college's newspaper. How ironic she was called on to aid the advice columns, but she takes it as a sign that if she can help other people's lives, maybe she could get a grip on her own.
relationship status.......(*insert Jasil if that was still there or complicated*)
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The reckless always have their respective stories. Drunk dads, wasteful mothers, perpetual loneliness; all go unfortunately hand-in-hand until the little tyke is just as bad, if not worse, and on the streets with the idea they don’t need anyone but themselves to handle things. It’s toxic, self-reliance, if it’s bred poorly and flamed by other pains. Faye, however, has far more of the latter than the former. What could she say, she was her own demise.

Minnesota was the unlikeliest of places to mold the party hearty girl, but maybe that was because she never stayed there long enough. With parents too young to know what love even was and grasps for threads that weren't there, she really didn't have a proper foundation for anything in life until someone else paved it for her. They moved to Seattle on pants buttons and lint before stability graced them; though it did so separately. Her mother left in the midst of a heated argument and slammed doors. Love, to her, seemed vaguely more like a tolerated pain, constant and unmoving before someone was smart enough to leave it. She didn't see any fault in her theory with every new girlfriend and step-mother that waltzed in and out only when it suited them.

Her father wasn't all that helpful in letting his daughter know these were rare cases; somewhere down the line there's always someone for someone else. That conversation would have been far too late to the gig, though. It was when her dad finally settled on a woman that Faye met Caston, a neighbor boy who seemed like he needed someone to hold onto just as much as she did. They clicked like kindred spirits pining for the other to arrive. Granted, they got into their fair share of trouble together when they were younger, but Cas was a good influence on the, then, brunette. He kept her steady as best he could, and for that Faye is still eternally grateful.

When summer road trips came into play, both Seattle residents were put to the test on conquering their feelings alone. Faye was a tempest, a storm uncontrolled with emotions just as terrifying. She wasn't familiar with handling them without support, and perhaps that's where things went south. She strung people along in her attempt to confess mutual attraction, cut others off when she thought maybe they were getting too close, and sparked things with others she wasn't sure how she'd keep but nevertheless tried hard not to screw it up.

It's still, to this day, a wreck in her careless mind, but with age there has to be some sort of wisdom, right?
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full name.......Caston Dean White
alias.......Cas
age.......23
birthday.......January 15
zodiac.......Capricorn
gender.......Male

faceclaim.......Cody Christian
height.......6'2"
hair color.......Brown
eye color.......Dark blue

personality.......Caston, unlike his partner in crime, is the calm of every storm he’s put himself in the middle of willingly. He thrives in knowing there’s no situation he can’t separate, piece by piece, until at least something from it is usable. Although he hasn’t experienced many obstacles too deterring, the male has a response for almost anything, ranging from wisdom like an old bearded wizard to that of a humble hobbit. His wit comes in handy to relate to people the way most methods can't wholly achieve -- because Caston doesn't just put himself in their shoes, he walks a mile in them. But he's introverted, contrary to popular belief, and finds comfort in the slow days when he isn't a knight in shining armor who just happened to pull someone else's sword out of a thick stone. A solid book is the way to go, or perhaps a comic if he's really feeling personable. He's such a softy behind his valiant facade he often wonders if he's marshmallow fluff inside; all sugar, never spice, and a passion for being nice; the big brother no one knew they needed.
likes.......DC comics -- faye's disheartened, giving piggy-back rides obviously, lazy days, small talk
dislikes.......Yelling -- he tries to never get that angry, being the bad cop, seeing someone cry, people who only know how to push

theme song.......Warmth by Bastille
what he's been doing.......Caston actually isn't doing much; his main focus since last summer was bringing Faye and Quinn back together for some mild sense of family life. Who knew it'd be a career of its own. Besides that, he's taken a leave on his studies to give a little time for himself, as if to say he's putting up the sword for a bit to have some hot tea for once.
relationship status.......Recently single, but damn, does he regret everything about it.
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Caton was born and raised in Seattle, Washington, where sunshine and summer days was more like rain and more rain. His mother always said the sun wasn't coming out because it found a new home behind his eyes, and while the sentiment just seemed sweet, it was hard to say it wasn't true. No matter how gloomy the skies could be, in multiple connotations, Cas would only smile and say there'd have to be a little sun eventually.

He didn't have much going against him as a child, which is most likely why he was so keen on making up for his lack of hardships by dealing with others'; he never did like when things came easy. When the Godricks moved nextdoor, however, he never realized how heavy his desire to help would be. A client like Faye was enough to last him a lifetime and a psychology degree.

They were a good mix for each other, him and her. He kept her leveled when her father couldn’t keep a girl — or his drink — and she made him laugh in a way he was sure he’d burst something. She deserved better than what she was given in life, that much Caston knew, and it was then that he promised to get it for her. No matter what. It didn’t stop her from running away though. But how far could she go without driving right back into Seattle to drag him into a summer’s-worth mess? The answer was absurdly short, and Cas revelled in it all.

That summer was quite possibly the most intense test of his faith than he would ever have expected from just a simple group of misfits. Faye staggered for a grip on herself, Caston tried to take a moment for himself for once, and it seemed everything that could have gone wrong between them did once he took her back home. She said she was stable, had a girlfriend now and that’s what’d get her through. Cas knew differently when she was passed out on the couch or crying until 2 because everything felt like it was too much. He was her unofficial, official brother. He hated nothing more to see her fall.

He enrolled both of them in college when acceptance letters popped in. It was a distraction for the things they couldn’t control, the things they both missed. Only a few months back that same year did Caston and Skye break off what blossomed during the road trip, and he’s regretted it ever since. He pretended like he was just in over his head, but in actuality: all the struggles he’d never received seemed to come around full force now that he was older, and truth be told he had no idea how to navigate it for himself. Someone else have a problem? Not all heroes wear capes. He has a problem? Where’s the bat signal again??
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full name.......Quinn Elizabeth Godrick
alias.......Q
age.......19
birthday.......July 9
zodiac.......Cancer
gender.......Female

faceclaim.......Charlie Barker
height.......5'5"
hair color.......Light pink
eye color.......Blue

personality.......Quinn is such a euphoric soul it's hard to imagine one so soft could come in a package seemingly wild like her sister. Pink hair and pouted lips could hardly spell temperance. But in spite, her attitude is more down to earth than that of her family, and it is that fact that finds her more comfortable when she's alone. An introvert at heart, she idolizes window seats and small talk just to get by. While her sister lies, Quinn can only fathom speaking the truth, as she's seen enough of the toxins the aforementioned bleeds. She fears hurting others, whether it be by feelings or by words, so she adorns a warm smile and an inclusive atmosphere to keep everyone at close range; being alone is, and always will be, quite the fear. Of course, she's not always etiquette and collected appearance. She is, after all, related to an infamous troublemaker, and no one would hear from Quinn without a solid dad joke to at least prompt a snort. Not to say she doesn't know how to have a good time otherwise.
likes.......Any conversation past midnight, counting stars, a little thieving didn't hurt anyone, popsicles on hot days, bonfires, s'mores, acoustic anything
dislikes.......Causing problems, being a hassle, uncooperative dye, dishonesty, disloyalty, peanut butter ??, sitting for long periods

theme song.......Cinderblock Garden by All Time Low
what she's been doing.......Freshman year of college is all hell, and the reigning advocate of that is none other than Quinn Godrick. To top it off, try living with your sister -- and technically a "brother" who's exempt from the accusation -- who wanted nothing to do with you or the rest of the family after she left. It's clearly a blast Quinn would be more than happy to distract herself from.
relationship status.......Single as a sitting duck.
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Truthfully it wasn’t a shock to Quinn that her name was never even brought up by the no-good lips of her sister. Their family was left behind long ago, and for good reason on Faye’s part, to even think twice on when the blonde finally got away. It did, however, only make one of them. Quinn still had to deal; escaping was only for the strong of heart and unfortunately that trait only graced itself in the genes of the prior offspring. The youngest at least pretended the fish bowl she lived in was tolerable.

They were never close, her and her sister. On one hand their was a shared love of dyed hair and rock nobody would listen to on scratched CDs, but on the other the girls were complete opposites. And Faye did try — she put a damn good effort — into relating to her youngest sister as much as possible. The kicker was, to the point, the damage that had already been done on one and not the other. Faye grew up seeing love as a false hope and alcohol as a constant, while Quinn had only seen a dying light relit by her mother towards Faye’s father. Or, you know, maybe their conflict lied with the “half” in front of their bonded “sister”, but whether it was one cause or the other they’d never truly see eye to eye.

Unlike Faye, Quinn loved...love. She thought it could heal others, aid them when they were slipping. Life was a landslide but somehow compassionate words and understanding touches was enough to make it a little more bearable. She wanted to be the love, though her sister never stayed long enough to find out if, perhaps, it could fix her, too. Her tolerance for people came at the lesson of seeing just how bad someone could get without a helping hand. Was it any surprise Quinn’s last words to the very girl she admired were yelled behind a slammed door?

She might not have been a part of the road trip that summer, but Caston, who had been like a brother to both the Godrick girls, kept her updated when she was most concerned. There’s never been a part of her that stopped looking up to her sister despite the lack of idolized qualities. But it seemed to Quinn that the road trip did Faye more good than she could ever hope, and thoughts of reuniting and cleaning slates was all the more achievable. She was always a dreamer though. Being on Cloud 9 took all of three months for Faye to jump off from.

A nice apartment held all three of them; Caston, Quinn, and Faye like the rag-tag family they were. The blonde was actually excited to see her sister again, and the two found themselves talking until sunrise the next morning over all the things they missed in their distance. It was when Faye had her usual slip-ups, problems in her relationship, that things hit a rocky road — and it wasn’t as sweet as the ice cream. Caston, being the glue, held them together despite. Quinn only wants to see them happy, to make things right. She’s the missing piece of the puzzle forgotten but greatly needed, because it just wouldn’t be right without her. She wants more love. The world just needs more love.
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Alex Dwyer
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    Name: Alex Dwyer


    Nickname: Dwyer


    Age: 22


    Gender: Male

Done, the bio is a little vague but the others will clear stuff up!
 
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Ian Evans
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    Name: Ian Evans


    Age: 21


    Gender: Male

Choosing the FC was quite possibly the hardest decision I've ever made.
 
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Aw shit I just realized we are gonna be opening a can of worms with all the relationship drama from before. a-nomaly a-nomaly we gotta talk about what’s been going on with Jas and Faye, cause last time we went through all this they were together
 
Jackeline Ara
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Age: 20

Sex: Female
Height: 5'6
Eye Color: Grey
Weight: 160
Hair Color: Pink, Blue, Green
Sexuality: Bisexual
Nickname: Jack, Jackie, J, Chef, and pretty much whatever her friends give her.
Relationship status: Complicated
Personality: Jack is a born and bred southern doll who is just brimming with light. Always a true wild child, Jackie seems to find trouble, even with the best intentions at heart. She has a deep need for human contact, intimacy, and connection, and when she in unable to get what she craves for, her personality darkens or she loses some of her light and becomes a shell of herself. Within the depths of her wildness, Jack is a renowned flirt, notorious as a heart breaker and prone to loving and leaving. In some aspects of her personality and soul, she is very Wolf-like. Her movements and actions are instinctive and primal. Jacks thought process is to immediately size up everyone in the room and recognize the strongest personality, her mental Alpha of a group. She would prefer it be her but doesn’t normally mind being a bit behind in the pack. This odd behavior stems from her childhood love of wolves and when her family stayed in the mountain ranges near a pack. As a child it entertained and fascinated her to watch the wolves, and she couldn’t help but adopt parts of them unto herself.

Likes
-Music
-Singing
-Dancing
-Outdoors
-Touch
-Wolves
-Drinking
-Acting
-Parties
-Color
-Cooking
-Weightlifting

Dislikes
-Being ignored
-Doing nothing
-Horror movies
-Suprises
-Bare feet on concrete
-Wasps and Bees
-Disrespect
-Falling
-Being alone
-Arrogance
-Being cold
Biography: Jackie grew up with her parents, living a relatively normal life. Well, if you considered a family of gypsy hippies moving around the southern United States normal. With wild souls and itchy feet, the Ara clan never stayed in one place for too long, and often slept under the stars. Little Jackeline was homeschooled for a very long time, but right around the age of 14, she asked her parents for a lifelong wish. Jack asked to go to highschool. Rain and Shannon Ara were dumbfounded by her pleas and requests but eventually they gave in. At first it was great, they had a small one bedroom apartment and everyone slept together on the floor, but it was still a home. But good things turn sour, and Jackie’s parents feet began to itch and twitch. Finally they gave up and told her if she wanted to continue school, she had to go move in with her grandparents. The young girl made her choice and soon found herself in a small town in a big dusty house with her grandparents. This would’ve been fine, except they didn’t know Jackie existed and didn’t take fondly to her and her antics. Over the next year, she grew close to her grandfather, and even settled down her wild spirit in time for the end of her sophomore year. But tragedy struck, and her grandfather passed away, leaving her with her grandmother who still considered her an alien. Jackie fought through the last two years of highschool, even making some amazing friends along the way. The summer after graduation they took to the road on a trip that would change their lives. It gave her relief to return to her gypsy ways, and she even got the girl of her dreams. Yet again though, a similar pattern made its way into her life. The group had some tensions, and at the end of the summer, something changed between them. They were closer than ever, but even further apart at the same time. They all went their separate ways to fulfill their dreams, and Jackie ran off to New York for College and culinary school. Her relationship with her best friend and girlfriend Faye has been strained since the group split, and Jack has been desperately trying to keep them afloat. She began working at a bar as a waitress six months ago and that’s where she met Victor. They became really good friends and he helped her through rough times, especially when it was her relationship with Faye that was causing her to be struggling. About a month ago after a long night of work and a big fight with her girlfriend, Jackie made a mistake by going out drinking with Victor. They ended up going home together and she regretted every second the next day. Jackie and V have kept it a secret but it has strained their relationship and caused her to feel guilt.
What have they been doing: Currently enrolled in culinary arts, then works as a waitress/singer at a bar.
Theme Song: Wild Child by Kenny Chesney
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Aw shit I just realized we are gonna be opening a can of worms with all the relationship drama from before. a-nomaly a-nomaly we gotta talk about what’s been going on with Jas and Faye, cause last time we went through all this they were together
oh gosh, yes. i forgot how much i actually missed the drama.
they could still be together? or maybe seemingly so, like the last they knew they were, but maybe there’s been a lack of communication. any way, shape, or form is good to me. i’m always down for emotions.
 
oh gosh, yes. i forgot how much i actually missed the drama.
they could still be together? or maybe seemingly so, like the last they knew they were, but maybe there’s been a lack of communication. any way, shape, or form is good to me. i’m always down for emotions.
I basically implied that they were together but are struggling
 

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