mothmeat
WICCAN GOD
Character Sheet.
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Requisite
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Appearance
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In Depth
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Background
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Realistic or Modern 【SHAMELESS】- CHARACTER SIGN-UP.
- Thread starter mothmeat
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Character Sheet.
Reine
clinomania
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Requisite
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Name:
Selene Ellaveeva Nazari
Nickname:
Sel'
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Birthday:
December 31st
Role:
Golden Girl
Body:
Average
Height:
5' 2"
Weight:
112
Hair:
Brunette
Eyes:
Green
Style:
Formal-Casual
Noticeable Features:
Small Facial Features
Analytical Gaze
Resting B*tch Face
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Personal
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Personality:
Bright. "See? Now wasn't that smart of me?" This is something she'll admit, and say, shamelessly until she's certain you believe that she is the most intelligent person in the world. Even if some agree with her, or don't argue about it, Selene presses the issue relentlessly, wanting not only agreement, but the praise she's grown to love.
Righteous. "I can't believe you just did that! How terrible!" She's not perfect to any stretch of the imagination, but she'll still act like you're a million times worse. While she does have strong morals, and honestly abides by all laws, she isn't kind just because she follows the rules.
Backstabbing. "You seem like a really nice person. I mean, when you talk, you make me feel smarter." Half the things she says can be cruel, without any obvious way to counterattack. For instance, if she says you look prettier in person, she means for it to be implied that you look ugly in pictures. Not only this, but if she finds an option that means could be easier by hurting someone else or making them look bad, she'll take it. Selene has a way with words, and a vocabulary that surpass most of average intelligence. Because of this, she can say complicated things to mean one very simple insult.
Stubborn. "What can I say? I'm just determined, I guess." If she thinks of something as desirable, she'll have it. And if she doesn't she'll raise Hell.
Vindictive. "It's funny, because you don't know what I can do to you." She takes revenge in all forms but violently, and usually won't stop until she has gone beyond what she thought was necessary to do in order to punish the person that wronged her.
Flexible. "Oh! We were just talking about you!" She can change mood, attitude, and expressions in a heartbeat in order to please or anger someone. She's an incredible actor, which leads her to be able to deceive most.
Cheerful. "Thank you so much! I can't believe you did this for me!" Around those she finds beneficial, she appears cheerful, kind, and innocent, which is a very wrong assumption.
Likes:
Reading
Praise
Running
Berries
Winning
Playing the Victim
Proving her Intelligence
Dislikes:
Pears
Illegal Activity
Unpredictable Behavior
Being Caught or Chastised
Feeling Stupid
Intense Heat
Quirks:
Left Handed
Often Checks Time Before Talking With Someone
Looks at Sun to Predict the Time
Observes Strangers Carefully
Keeps A Coin On Her All The Time
Habits:
Bouncing Her Leg
Smiling When Spoken To
Biting Lip When Thinking
Skills:
Athleticism
Intelligence
Social Interactions
Current/Popular Events
no slide
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Requisite
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Name:
Rias Luna DeLane
Nickname:
Rhee
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Birthday:
November 30th
Role:
Rich Bitch
Body:
Average
Height:
5' 4"
Weight:
119
Hair:
Brunette
Eyes:
Green
Style:
Punk-Casual
Noticeable Features:
Bold Eyes
Various Small Scars on Shoulder
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Personal
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Personality:
Sadistic. "Oh! You poor thing. Do it one more time." She enjoys humiliating or hurting others, but rarely does it without reason.
Funny. "Well, shit. I guess I have to do it then." She curses profusely, which adds to the humor felt around her, but its hard to tell when she's making a joke, and when she's just unintentionally hilarious.
Unintelligent. "Wait wait wait. So what does that mean?" She's not the sharpest knife in the box when it comes to academic or book smarts. However, she can be witty with her words, and understands the darker side of people, accurately predicting what they're like.
Flirty. "Let's get to the point. Do you want to have sex with me?" She's very direct when it comes to this area, which really works with some, and really doesn't with others.
Mean. "Excuse me?" That's the only thing that can really describe her. She's just a mean, mean girl.
Likes:
Jewelry
Sweet Things
Soda
A Careful/Long Term Plan to Make Someone Fail
The Heat
Pointing Out Flaws
Alternative Music
Dislikes:
Being Wrong
Being Speechless
Getting Lost
The Dark
Pain
Dogs
Quirks:
Bites Nails
Reads Everything In A Room
Has A Nightly "Goodbye" Ritual
Habits:
Nail Biting
Swearing
Skills:
Persuasion
Winning Arguments
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Other
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Background:
To Be Updated
Relationships:
(Contact in PM)
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Lacuna
eyebrow queen
she's done, he's not @H A N A K O
Emery Quinn Gallagher
{ dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight }
Benjamin Alexander Gallagher
{ don't wanna be another social casualty }
Emery Quinn Gallagher
{ dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight }
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emery quinn gallagher
nickname
em, mimi
age
22
gender
cis female {she/her}
sexuality
heterosexual
birthday
november 13th
]zodiac
scorpio
roleoldest gallagher daughter
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love
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build
athletic
height
5'6"
weight
124lbs
hair
black, chest length with bangs
eyes
blue
style
click here
noticeable features
freckles across her face and a half sleeve
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cheap
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traits
+ caring: emery is always there to lend a hand or a shoulder to cry on for anyone, but especially her siblings. even though she may not come of as the most warmest person, she will take care of those who are closest to her.
+ loyal: she knows where her loyalties lie, and will move mountains for you when she trusts you.
+ adaptive: with things being as chaotic as they are in the gallagher household, she has learned to adapt and never get used to anything.
+ organized: she knows when bills are due and keeps a calendar of all the odd jobs her siblings should be doing around the house, but don't let this fool you. just because she is organized doesn't mean things get done or bills are payed on time.
+ intuitive: she goes with her gut, she can sense when things aren't right with her family. and knows when the shit storm she calls her father is about to hurl their way.
- self destructive: she is the first one to jump on the opportunity to go out and have a fun time partying, but unfortunately her actions on those nights out aren't always the best. she takes risks and those risks sometimes aren't the best for her an lands her in a pile of shit.
- insecure: shes' not insecure about her looks, she's insecure about actions. she never knows if what she is doing is right. or god forbid she turn out like her fathers. in a way she feel helpless over her risky actions.
- closed off: it takes her a awhile to get warmed up to people, and for good reason. she isn't about to let just any one into her life or her family's life. when she lets you in you better not mess up or else she won't bat an eye at the thought of kicking you out.
- reckless: when she lets her hair down, she's up for anything and everything. i guess when you lead a life meant for someone much older you tend to not weight the risks of situations.
- fiery: she's a spit fire and doesn't hold back her sharp comments from those who deserve it. but when it comes to her family her sharp comments turn into sarcasm filled with good intentions.
quirks
never drinks her coffee hot, always iced
when dining out she tidies up the table
stands with her legs crossed
habits
cleans when she is nervous
bites/peels her lips
skills
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thrills
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background
tba
relationships
low key likes the golden boy but would never say it
theme song
Writing Sample
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{ little thing i thought up one day }
writing sample: the hazy morning light filtered in through the dingy windows. the house was still and quite with the exception of the dust particulates that hung suspended in the air, almost like the first snow of the year. the tousled hair of the girl cascaded over the pillow, some strands sticking her to her face. gently her blue eye's flitted open. she blinked a couple times to adjust her sight to the lightness around her. as the blurry film across her eyes dissipated, she focused in on the curly haired mess that lay next to her. a smile started to grow on her face.
she loved waking up next to him everyday. it was a feeling she never wanted to forget. there was something about falling asleep coddled in the arms of someone who loved her as much as she loved them. not even the thrill of a dancing on top of a bar, or getting high of a new drug could compete with this feeling. propping herself up with her elbow she relished in this moment before reaching out her long pale arm to gently twirl his hair about. the soft locks of hair tickled the tips of her fingers and sent chills up her arms. she could feel him starting to stir next to her, and then roll over, the two of them locked eyes. a childlike goofy smile grew on her face as her eye's looked over all the small details on his face. the little dimple on his chin that made it almost butt like. the tiniest scar across his eyebrow that caused a little bald spot. and then those eye's, oh god his eyes. he had that most perfectly shaped almond eyes' with iris' of chocolate brown that she could get lost in.
whoever said that the eye's are the window to the soul weren't handing out a pile of bullshit. his eye's had seen so much and experienced so much pain but where was still a kindness in them. the same eyes that had seen so much violence and anger, could also look back at her with kindness and amazement.
with eye's locked she was at his mercy. "i love you," the soft words slipped from her lips.
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{ intro from criminal couples }
ava stood over the dingy bathroom sink. lifting her head she gazed up at her appearance in the the mercury mirror. her piercing blue eye's jumped around the small details of her face. tonight was the night that her and her boy toy were to be meeting up with a group that shared the same hobbies as them. in no way did this mean that they were in, but it surely was a step in the right direction. leaning in closer she peered down at her dark lipstick and swiped off a bit that fell outside her lip line. leaning back she smirked and said to herself, "perfect." and with that she turned on her heels and tromped out door, or at least where a door would be.
her apartment wasn't much to brag about, in fact it was so horrible she rather say that she lived in one of those shitty, mold infested motels. the roof leaked every time it rained, all of the floor boards creaked, and don't even get her started on the fact that a majority of the interior walls didn't have dry wall. but she wasn't about to start complaining, it was a roof over her head, the rent was cheap and her land lord stayed out of her business. walking over to her dresser she slipped on a black sweater over her bralette and the handgun that was tucked in the small of her back. she never left her self unarmed, gun or knife. she never knew what trouble she might get herself into and always wanted to be prepared. with that she headed out the door and into the hall. grasping the slightly rusted knob of her door she yanked the heavy door closed. her front door had a tendency to get sticky and jam, and unfortunately today was one of those days.
the hall was filled with the unbearable stench of pot, mixed with garbage, and cat piss. ava's legs couldn't carry her fast enough out of the building as she held her breath. swinging the double doors open she flung herself outside into the fresh night air. letting out an exasperated gasp she took in a couple deep breaths to cleanse her system. collecting herself she shoved her hands into her pockets and headed off down the dimly lit street. jace had texted dee and her earlier about the location of their meeting spot. she knew exactly where it was. she had passed it a lot when she was a child, it was only a few blocks from her former home. darting down an ally she splashed through a couple puddles before hoisting herself onto a dumpster and over the brick wall behind it. she landed on the ground with a thud and continued on her way. she knew every short cut around this back water town.
it only took her about 10 minutes to find herself standing at the back of the convenient store. she noticed that the dumpster was off kilter a bit, taking the cue she squeezed through the opening. she blinked a couple times to get her eye's to adjust to the darkness. kneeling down she peered at the floor in search of the trap door. a thin line of light caught the edge of the door. she had to admit, the door was very well hidden. yanking the door open, the light from below filter into the room above. this was it, she was about to meet everyone and for once she was actually a bit scared. these weren't regular people, they had the capability to make her disappear without a trace.
with boots tapping down the ladder rungs she turned to meet her fate. she could feel the unwelcoming mood in the air. she couldn't say that she blamed them. there were about to be two new people in their group. to them, dee and her were outsiders and couldn't possibly trust them, but she wasn't about to let that stop her. she wasn't here to make friends, she was here to cause trouble. her eye's darted around the room at the faces of all the other members. clearing her throat she spoke, "hi, i'm ava." oh god, she wished dee was here.
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{ intro from summer friends }
click. click. click. the sounds of the rotating baggage carousel rang in naomi's ear. she waited patiently for her brown hounds tooth luggage to come around. it was like her eye's were stuck in a continual loop of shifting back and forth, panning over every bag that came by. she didn't want to miss her bag and then have to stand around for another five minutes waiting for it to come around again. out of the corner of her eye she spotted her large suitcase; it stood out like a sore thumb due to just it's size. this was her first time leaving home for this amount of time. the thought of having to pack for three weeks flustered her and before she knew it, half of her closet was in her suitcase. hauling her bag off the carousel with a huff it landed on the ground with a thud, causing her jump. wide eye'd, she looked around the baggage area in hopes to find a clue as to where to go.
even though naomi had done her fair share of traveling when she was a child, it was all by car, actually more like by moving truck. the only time she had flown solo before was when she went to go live with her grandmother. and that one time wasn't nearly enough to prepare her for this shock. still unsure as to where to go, she went with the flow of people who were on her flight. it was an airport, how lost could she really get? after 15 minutes of aimless walking naomi started to get nervous that she had completely missed where she was supposed to have gone. just as she was about to loose all hope she spotted bodies in the distance with signs in their hands. score! she thought to herself as the took off towards them. as she got closer the words on the signs became clearer. her name stood out in the sea of names, but that's because it was familiar to her.
naomi walsh. a big smile grew on her face as she read her name to herself. this was it. it was happening. she was about to meet all of the people she had been talking to online. the driver directed her towards the car and helped pile her belongings into the trunk. she took in a deep breath of the warm air around her before hopping into the car. thankfully the ride was shorter than she thought it would be. if it was any longer she just turn into a pile of jelly due to her nerves. typically she was good with meeting new people, but this was different. she had already formed bonds with everyone and now it was time to see if those bonds would hold up. the cab came to a slow stop in front of the vacation home. the blonde's blue eye's peered out from the tinted windows. she was in awe of the house. this was nothing compared to the tiny two bedroom bungalow abode she left in orlando.
with her bags in hand she strided her long tan legs into the large white house. "hello?" she called out as she swung the front door open. the place seemed quite empty. as she set her bags down she realized that she had completely let herself in without even knowing if anyone was home.
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{ intro from of sins and virtues }
The bleach blonde's eye flicked open to the disruptive shouts of her neighbors. The thin walls of her apartment always provided her with a front row screening of their doomed marriage. Shaking her head and giving a good pound on the wall she exclaimed, "For f***s sake get a divorce," before she headed off the bathroom for a quick shower. Morning showers were her thing, no mater where she was, she would always make time for a shower. It gave her time to think and collect her thoughts before starting her day.
Andrea's wet feet hit the floor with with two wet plops. The cool tile sent shivers up her spine before the cold air around her could. Brushing out her tangled blonde locks the female strides over to her dresser and pulled out her typical all black outfit, but it was a little bit more appropriate today with it being the Mayors funeral. Taking one last, but long, glance in the mirror she checked over all the details of her outfit, hair and makeup. The corner of her mouth curled up into a smirk the longer she looked in the mirror. She knew she looked damn amazing.
After what seemed like ages of her staring back at her own reflection she headed off out the door of her run down apartment. She never bothered to lock her door anymore, she had nothing worth stealing and all her neighbors were to busy stealing from the rich to bother with any abode in the strip. Striding down the hall she heard bits and pieces of the conversations that crept through the cracks of doors. A drug deal here, cult talk there, and of course the ever common fight. It was all the same old same old to Andrea.
The warm air hit her like a brick wall as she stepped outside. The 70 and sunny weather put a small pep in her step as she headed toward downtown. She had a couple hours to kill before the funeral. She figured getting a cup of coffee in her system before the gather would be a good idea so she wouldn't get to crabby half way though. It didn't take very long for her to arrive at Under the Willow, it was right on the cusp of downtown and the strip. Andrea caught glances of her self walking as she passed the large spacious windows the lined the front of the store before the door. This was something she almost always did when she walked passed windows or mirrors. It gave her a sense of what others saw as she walked by.
It didn't take long for her to work her way through the line. If there were anymore people in line she might have just left due to her impatience. Once she had her coffee in hand she took up a seat in the shop, close to the window. She figured she could kill some time with a little bit of people watching.
Benjamin Alexander Gallagher
{ don't wanna be another social casualty }
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name
benjamin alexander gallagher
nickname
benji
age
17
gender
cis male {he/him}
sexuality
heterosexual
birthday
august 19th
zodiac
leo
role
oldest gallagher brother
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friends
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build
lanky
height
6'1"
weight
152lbs
hair
brown, typically disheveled and swept to the side
eyes
blue[
style
click here
noticeable features
random stick and poke tattoos scattered across his body
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traits
+ observant: he is quick to find out what makes people tick and use it for his own enjoyment or to get what he wants.
+ intelligent: he is quite possibly the smartest one in the gallagher clan, math and science being his forte.
+ protective: he may not be as protective as his sister, but he is protective none the less of his siblings.
+ pragmatic:
+ truthful:
- slacker:
- blunt:
- critical:
- non-confrontational:
- cocky:
quirks
rolls a coin over his fingers when bored
writes with his left had but does everything else with his right
takes stupid bets for small amounts of money
habits
bites his nails
cracks his knuckles
skills
manipulative
intelligent, not only at school but on the streets too
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heathens
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Yumekibo
New Member
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BODY ;; She's very slim, and the only parts of body that have fat are her tighs and chest // she has faint stretch marks around her abdominal area
HEIGHT ;; 5'9 // leggy
WEIGHT ;; 135 pounds
HAIR ;; Dirty blonde // parted down the middle // straight with slight waves
EYES ;; A very light blue that is seemingly gray in some lighting
STYLE ;; Very preppy // never anything too revealing and/or short // hardly ever wears dark colors
NOTICEABLE FEATURES ;; always wears a vibrant shade of lipstick // always wears tons of accessories
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don't know what song to use
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NAME :: Evangeline Nazari
NICKNAME :: Eva
AGE :: Seventeen
GENDER :: Female
SEXUALITY :: Heterosexual
BIRTHDAY :: April 1st because her life is one big joke
ROLE :: The Golden Girl
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text i guess
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PERSONALITY
Sucks up to her parents, Goody-goody, Tattle tale, Smart, Athletic, Narcissistic, Popular,
Evangeline is snotty, conceited, and overconfident. She never doubts herself and runs in headfirst instead of thinking carefully of her actions. Even though this gets her in very unpleasant situations, Evangeline will not tell anyone that she made a mistake. Instead of taking the blame, Evangeline believes in an external locus of control, meaning it's what fate wanted. Her stubbornness, however, is not only her downfall but also her one of her strong points. It is the reason why she excels both academically and physically. Falling down only lights a fire within her, making Evangeline work ten times as hard to get back up.
She loves to be the center of attention and will do anything it takes to be under the spotlight. Evangeline believes that she is God's masterpiece and that the world revolves around her. Narcissistic is an understatement. She knows she has major assets and flaunts them shamelessly. Honestly, she borderline has delusions of grandeur.
Throwing others under the bus is her favorite thing to do, and Evangeline is usually the one that spreads most rumors about others. If she sees someone doing something suspicious, Evangeline is the first one to snitch. No secret is safe with her, so watch out what you choose to tell her.
LIKES
? Makeup
? Brand names
? Mirrors
? Competition
? Anything sweet
? Snitching
DISLIKES
? Not getting what she wants
? Not having a challenge
? Most animals (they hate her)
? BuGS
? Getting injured (she gets pulled out of games)
? Failure
QUIRKS :: Stutters when angry ;; right-handed but eats/drinks with her left hand ;; always carries lip balm with her ;; counts ceiling tiles when bored
HABITS :: Whenever she is about to eat, she places a napkin on her lap ;; looks in a mirror at least once every hour (carries one with her at all time)
SKILLS :: High endurance ;; Very flexible ;; Very good at baking
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BACKGROUND fill this out once the list of accepted characters is posted. you can add some of your own personal backstory here, but don't write your family backstory until characters have been accepted and you have PM'd your family members.
RELATIONSHIPS
WRITING SAMPLE
I just realized it's almost 2 am and I really have to sleep so I'll edit this and finish it tomorrow. I'd prefer if you would read this when it's actually ready but you can read it now I guess
The only people that were beloved in this world were those of ethereal beauty. She had always questioned this growing up, but when Trinity turned thirteen, the statement that had always lingered at the back of her mind was proven to be the truth. That was the day she started to break. That was the day she began to shatter.
It was cold. As she shifted on the tile floor next to her toilet, she closed the lid and proceeded to flush it. She should stop doing this. It wasn't right. Most importantly, it wasn't healthy. She didn't want to stop, though. It was the only thing that was able to bring her solace in the past few months. Trinity shuddered and mumbled, "Well, fuck. There's ten dollars down the drain." Literally. For the first time in weeks, her lips tugged up to form a small smile.
Trinity leaned against a nearby stool and unsteadily got up from kneeling. Without bothering to wash her hands, Trinity stumbled down the hallway and entered her room. She glanced at a nearby mirror and felt herself quiver, grimacing she threw a towel to cover up the monstrosity that she was. Self- deprecating thoughts flooded her mind, and Trinity bit down on her bottom lip, wishing for blood to form into droplets. Wishing for the drops of red to roll down her chin and stain the floor. Before she was able to break the skin, Trinity stopped pressing her teeth down and sighed. She had to stop. Why had she started this in the first place?
They used to call her beautiful. What had happened to that? With a rigorous exercise and beauty routine, she slowly became more and more attractive. Once she was confident enough about her appearance, she joined social media for the first time. Increasing with popularity, Trinity felt more at ease with her body and began posting a plethora of pictures of herself. It wasn't too long before the hate started rolling in. If it was true that those of beauty were loved the most, why wasn't she loved? Maybe she wasn't beautiful enough.
The ringing of her phone interrupted her thoughts, and Trinity answered it without looking at the caller name. Quietly but still audible she asked, "Hello?" There was a long pause before there was a response. "It's me." Trinity's breath hitched, and she growled out a 'fuck you'.
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DreamsAreForDreamers
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DreamsAreForDreamers
Done.
"Don't say shit about my family. We may be fuck ups but we are people you know. "
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karmaa
☯ b a r b i e ☯
Emilie Nazari
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Basics
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Appearance
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Persona
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In Depth
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Relationships
"Picture, picture, smile for the picture. Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?"
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mothmeat
WICCAN GOD
"Damn, picture how rich I'd be if I had a dollar for every guy that hit on me. Oh wait, that's right... I do."
"I'm fucking gay, and my job is against the law. The only way I could make my parents any more disappointed in me is if I fucked a nun and burned the Bible."
"Quick tip; try talking out of your mouth instead of your ass, because all I'm hearing is shit."
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REQUISITE
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APPEARANCE
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IN DEPTH
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BACKGROUND
"You're just jealous 'cuz I'm the prettiest girl in all of Chicago and you fucking know it."
"I'm not that difficult to predict, honestly. I've got four settings: Fuck you, Fuck off, Fuck me, and Fuck that. Usually fuck me, but that's besides the point."
"I'd rather have sex with a girl than do that. And that's coming from the gayest guy in the state of Illinois."
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General_warNpeace
One Thousand Club
"I don't know what stories you heard but it's all lies. Every damn word. Especially the one about the blue dress."
"Keep talking, your just giving me more time to plan how to get rid of the body."
"I'm not ashamed of who I am. The world just isn't ready for me, yet. "
Dimitri 'Petrie' Bilinski
An other
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Requisite
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NAME:
Dimitri Bilinski
NICKNAME(S):
Petrie
"My family call's me Petrie. Like in the land before time. There's a story behind it but I don't like talking about it..."
AGE:
16
GENDER:
Cis gender male
SEXUALITY:
Homosexual (Closeted)
BIRTHDAY:
December 3rd
"I tell everyone it's in May. This way my balls don't freeze off as we sing happy birthday."
ROLE:
Other
"Really, I'm an alian. See my pasty skin and ethereal golden eyes."
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Appearance
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BODY:
Petrie has a lightly muscled build usually hiding behind his sharp tongue, moles, baggy clothes, and long limbs.
HEIGHT:
5'7
WEIGHT:
147 lb
HAIR:
Brown
EYES:
Amber
STYLE:
Petrie has a very relaxed style that typically consists of jeans, high tops, t shirts with logo's or pictures, and a sweatshirt or plaid shirt. He sometimes adds a hat.
NOTICEABLE FEATURES:
He has pale skin and a lot of moles.
"I know, what your going to ask and yes. I was born this handsome."
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In depth
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PERSONALITY:
Pertrie is well known for his mouth as it never seems to stop moving always moving from topic too topic and being to loud for his own good, as he is rather outspoken. Petrie always has a sassy or witty remark on the tip of his tongue. Usually it's something funny as he tries to diffuse a situation. He often rambles, especially when nervous or anxious, and just blurts out things without meaning to which can get him into trouble or awkward situations. It doesn't help that he is naturally reckless and sometimes just likes being a smart ass. Usually though he is clever enough to stay out of trouble or find a way to escape. Ironically he is very good at keeping secrets.
Petrie is to curious and reckless for his own good, often sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, and he is determined when he wants to find something out. He is also highly ambitious, he has high goals for himself and others, and is also very loyal. He will defend his family to the end and won't hesitate to hurt another should it be needed. Though he might feel bad about it later.
Because of his ADHD Petrie finds it hard to focus on one thing which is what is partly responsible for his rambling. Petrie can also be found to be a huge geek. He loves video games and sci fi tv shows though doesn't often get to do things like play video games or watch tv. He worries a lot about his family and their living situation so spends much of his free time working and although he is usually very outgoing he secretly has very low self esteem.
"Ahum, I think we are getting a bit to deep here. At least take me out to dinner first before asking about my kinks, you dog."
LIKES:
Finding answers, Video games, Sci fi tv shows, Netflix, Animals, Junk food, Drinking, classics, Books, Cooking, Great movies, and His family.
DISLIKES:
His father, being poor, bad movies, jerks, not being able to focus, stereotypes, rumors, and emberrasing himself.
QUIRKS:
Rambles often- Petrie likes to talk and often gets off topic and forgets to breath
No brain to mouth filter- Petrie tends to blurt out things when anxious or nervous. Usually very embarrassing or stupid things.
Never stops moving- Petrie is full of energy and find's it hard to focus as such he is always moving rather it be twitching or shifting restlessly
HABITS:
Looking up random facts- Petrie knows a little about most things because he finds it easy to throw his focus on researching even the smallest of things once he finds it interesting.
Eavesdropping- Petrie just can't keep out of other people business, he is just to curious. Unfortunately he typically can't resist the urge to say something witty or sarcastic about what he hears....to the people speaking.
Asking random questions- Because Petrie's mind is constantly moving Petrie finds himself often thinking strange things while speaking to other people. Sometimes he just can't help asking something that may seem completely random to others.
Falling- Petrie is a complete klutz when it matters. He has good balance but he just can't seem to stop himself from running into things, usually when distracted, or tripping over things.
SKILLS
Cooking- Surprisingly Petrie is a very good cook. He picked up the hobby when he was younger and is the main cook of the family. He tries to make every meal as healthy and filling as possible with what they have at the time.
Research- Petrie is like a dog with a bone when curious. He won't give up until he has tracked down and answer.
Going with the flow- Despite some set backs and insecurities Petrie usually can bounce back and adapt very quickly. It has helped in the past.
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BACKGROUND
RELATIONSHIPS
WRITING SAMPLE
"I haad hoped you w-would be out heeere."
Petrie restrained an annoyed sigh at the familiar voice, it was slurred from to many drinks but still arrogant and confident. Damn it, I had been hoping to escape him. Giving up on smoking the cigarette he had been attempting to light, despite the wind, he tucked it behind his ear and turned to face origin of the voice. A hunched figure of an otherwise tall man, about 5'11, stumbled toward him from the shadows obviously inebriated.
"Look, I've tried to be nice about this but perhaps your brains to small to understand. So I'll be straight with you. I don't like you! Especially, not sexually. Now please leave me alone." The man stopped blinking at the teen's slight figure in confusion as his, small, brain tried to comprehend what he said. His brain obviously came to the conclusion that Petrie had either insulted him or strung him along all night by making him by him drinks only not to deliver because he glared at the boy.
"I d-don't like teasses!" Stumbling forward he attempted to grab Petrie and force him to deliver. Squeaking, in a manly way of course, Petrie dodged the hit stumbling away from the angry man. Bloodshot eyes followed him as he steadied himself. I can't believe I found him slightly cute in the beginning. Pointing at the man he waged his finger, like he was scolding him. "No mean's no mister! Want to hear it in spanish? No!"
Yelling, the man lurched forward and Petrie didn't bother withholding his annoyed sigh as he dodged the man's grabs and hits. Now that he expected them they were easy to dodge. Maybe I should have outright rejected his advances from the beginning instead of 3 coke a colas and a shot of whiskey ago. Oh well to late now.
"Wow, alright then. Sorry but I'm going to have to stop you right there." Knowing he would miss the L should he continue to linger Petrie decided to end it. The next time he dodged the mans grab Petrie moved behind him and with one steady kick to the middle of his back sent the man flying onto the ground. He was passed out before his head hit the ground.
"Chow," Petrie uselessly called behind him, tugging the hood of his red hoodie up, as he made his way toward the L that would take him back to the south side. Away from the passed out man who's name he couldn't remember, I think it started with an L, and gay club he had spent his night dancing and flirting in. Where no one from his side of the tracks would be lurking. I wonder If I have time to stop by the liquor store and grab something. A reward for mostly sticking to cola all night so I wouldn't end up passed out on the side of the road.
"There I answered your, somewhat intrusive, questions. Now it's your turn to spill. On a scale of one to ten how much do you like me right now?"
"I'll get the shovel and garbage bags if you get the ax."
"Keep up the insult's and I may begin to think you like me."
"We all have our secrets. I keep mine close as I unravel yours."
"I became insane long ago. I just suffer with long intervals of horrible sanity."
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Angst
✨ honey i'm a queen ✨
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In Depth
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Background
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TBD
Relationships
TBD
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Sample
D E S M O N D
the golden boy
Name: Desmond Caputo
Nickname: Des
Age: 22
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Birthday: July 2nd
Nickname: Des
Age: 22
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Birthday: July 2nd
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Zatanna
Born Again
| I remember the easy confidence of her smile, the gentle elegance of her hands, the refined warmth of her voice. But what I remember most about Tiffany was the look of fear in her eyes. Tiffany had started to realize her world was unraveling. And for a woman who despised loose ends, that was unacceptable. Her Good Friend Leslie |
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B A S I C S
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name
Tiffany Anne Nazari
nickname
Tiff , Mamasita , Mom , Tiffy
age
32
gender
Female
sex
Female
sexuality
Heterosexual
birthday
September 24th
role
Mrs. Nazari
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A P P E A R A N C E S
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body
Tiffany has an amazing body for a mom. She has 34DD breasts, large hips, and a very large ass. She is often called a "Hot Mom" which embarrasses her kids a lot of the time. Tiff has a pretty flat stomach also which gives her an amazing hourglass figure. It is always quite a spectacle when she wears a bikini.
height
5 ' 5
weight
145 pounds
hair
Tiffany has long dark brown hair that is slightly wavy. She usually keeps it long and the shortest she cuts it is her shoulders. Tiff usually keeps her hair down, rarely putting it in a pony tail.
eyes
Brown
style
x / x / x / x / x
Tiffany dresses cute for a mom. She knows that she has a nice body but doesn't like to show it off too much. She wears cute clothes that are appropriate for a mom.
noticeable features
She has a very impressive body for a mom.
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P E R S O N A
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personality
Perfectionist - Tiffany has to have most things perfect. Some time her perfectionist attitude gets borderline OCD. Tiffany believes everything should be absolutely in tip top condition.
Sweet - She is a very sweet person. She is always going out of her way to do nice things for others.
Controlling - Tiffany can be very controlling. This stems from her perfectionist attitude. Her need for things to be perfect make her want to control things so that they are perfect. This has started problems with her children and her and her husband.
Calm - She is extremely well under pressure. She is very calm and good at keeping a level head. She doesn't show how she is feeling a lot of the time but a lot of the time she is just calm.
Close Minded - She would never admit it but she is pretty close minded. Since she was raised in a christian home and married a christian man some of her beliefs are a little interesting. Tiff is never rude about it but she does believe in it very strongly.
Strong - Tiffany is a very strong woman. She deals with a lot of her husbands shit and stays with him. She also puts up with families shit but loves them regardless.
likes
? Family Dinners
? Her Family
? Cooking & Baking
? A Clean House
? Church
? Holidays
dislikes
? The In Laws
? Her Husbands Drunken Fits
? Liberals
? Bugs
? A Messy House
? Bad Parents
quirks
? ALWAYS brings her new neighbors a basket of muffins. It's just good manners. Being neighborly is very important.
? She has really bad allergies. It's the cotton in the air during spring that just clogs her all up.
? She never sings off key. That would paint her as some regular person and she just wasnt some normal person. She was Tiffany Anne.
? Always tidies up the house she's in when she visits. She likes everything to look its best, besides she cant stand a mess.
? Never cooks just one course, always 3 courses or more. Cooking only one meal was for amateur.
habits
? She likes to unwind with a small glass of wine at the end of the night.
? She does not like to sit still which causes her to always be fidgeting or cleaning something.
? Has to have a cup of green tea to get her through the day.
? Prays before every meal.
? Writes in her journal everyday.
skills
? Cooking & Baking - Tiff is an excellent chef and baker. She can bake or make almost anything from scratch. Along with her being good at it she likes to do it too.
? Sewing - Tiff sews most of her own dresses that she wears and halloween costumes etc.
? Getting what she wants - Tiff is great at getting what she wants. She has a very good and subtle way of getting what she wants.
? Keeping up Appearances - Tiff is great at making people think she is doing fantastic even when she isn't. She puts all her emotions into a box and files them away for when she's in private, then she deals with them.
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S A P P H I R E & Y A R R O W
The alarm clock beep, beep, beeped and Sapphire turned it off. She was already awake and had been for a while. She woke up at 5:00 so she could do her morning yoga, then shower, eat breakfast in the lobby, then do her hair and make up, and finally pick her outfit. Sapphire was an early riser and always has been. Yarrow on the other hand always hated the morning and preferred the night. Their mom used to call them lark and owl.
Sapphire shook Yarrow until he got up. His hair was still a tangled mess, he was only wearing boxers, and his voice was all raspy. This was him until about 2 pm. Yarrow made his way to the bathroom and got into the shower as Sapphire picked his outfit for the day. He finished his shower, blow dried his hair, dragged a brush through his locks and got dressed in the outfit that was chosen for him. Sapphire was a big part of his life, some people thought it was weird how close they were but it was never like that.
Yarrow grabbed two of the suitcases and Sapphire grabbed the other two and they took them down to the lobby. They were greeted by an older black man who had a little sign that said 'Sheffield" on it.
"Are you two the Sheffields? Let me get your bags!" he said with a smile.
"Thank you!" Sapphire said getting into the back of the car and buckling up, Yarrow getting in next to her. Her leg was bouncing, she was biting her lip, Sapphire was a wreck.
"Sapphire. Chill out. You're gonna get too excited and then get loud and then be all crazy and people aren't gonna like you. So come on. Five... Four... Three... Two... One... You good now?" he said grabbing her shoulders and making eye contact with her. Sapphire took a deep breath at every number with her eyes closed. Yarrow was really good at calming Sapphire down when she got too wild.
She fished in her purse and got her ear buds and put them in playing some pop ballads to keep herself cool. Yarrow on the other hand was napping on the way back. After a little while of driving they pulled up to the academy. Sapphire shook him awake and he woke up looking around. He opened his mouth wide, and let out a large yawn. The two shuffled out of the car and took their bags taking in the views. They took their things into the school lobby and looked around. This school was so beautiful and so were the people in it. Sapphire's eyes first went to a boy with brown hair. Well one of them. There were 3 hot brunette boys in the room along with a gaggle of beautiful girls.
Sapphire grabbed Yarrows hand and pulled him over to another brother and sister looking duo. Sapphire and Yarrow smiled at Emily and Dylan.
"Hey! Im Sapphire and this is my brother Yarrow." she said pointing to Yarrow. Sapphire and Yarrow were both checking out the boy and weren't sly about it. It wasn't that the girl wasn't attractive, because she was but they both liked guys. They also had a little agreement that they made when they were little, they both had to be friendly until they found out if the guy was gay or straight. If he was straight then Sapphire would flirt with him, if he was gay then Yarrow would flirt with him, and if he was bi then it was whoever won him over.
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relationships
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caramel
spmo!
"I'm gonna tap dance on your spleen"
~Camilla "Mimi" Gallagher
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ailurophile
hm
rich bitch wip.
- pretty lonely.
- sure she drinks&affords expensive wine but alcopops are secretly her life.
- socially awkward in the sense that she can't properly relate to people when they cry, etcetera.
fc:: idk karla jara
- pretty lonely.
- sure she drinks&affords expensive wine but alcopops are secretly her life.
- socially awkward in the sense that she can't properly relate to people when they cry, etcetera.
fc:: idk karla jara
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CloudyBlueDay
made up of opposites
"Uh, so who the hell said violence is never the answer, because I'll kick 'em in the nuts."
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REQUISITE
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NAME
Jacob Alex Gallagher
NICKNAME(S)
Commonly goes by Jake
AGE
14
GENDER
Male
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
BIRTHDAY
November 29th
ROLE
Second middle brother
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APPEARANCE
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BODY
Jake has that recognizeable teenager build - lanky, but still athletic and fit.
HEIGHT
5'5" (the growth spurt is coming soon. He promises.)
WEIGHT
147lbs
HAIR
Dark brown but looks black, very fluffy and often unkempt unless he's trying to impress a lady.
EYES
Green
STYLE
Whatever's clean, more often than not. Sweatpants and t-shirts, sometimes jackets or sweaters with converse or sneakers. Nothing fancy for the usual business. Clothing is expensive, y'know?
NOTICEABLE FEATURES
It would have to be the little spark in his eye, one that those who know him know it means Jake is about to do something either wildly brilliant, or amazingly stupid. But if you're talking more physical, his mop of hair is a trait he is quite proud of, as well as the interesting color of eyes and very light freckles. He also has a story for every scar and will gladly tell you.
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DEPTH
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PERSONALITY
Most kids know to steer clear of Jacob Gallagher, either because he's weird and crazy, or could kick your ass. Jake isn't the nicest of kids and can often be found happily giving wedgies or banging heads into lockers, it's a pastime of his. Some may say he does this because he's stupid, but no, Jacob is actually a pretty clever boy. Perhaps not in the standard way that kids get graded on at school, but in many other ways. No, Jacob just enjoys torturing other children and perhaps the occasional roadkill, as well as doing stupid stunts and crazy things and the like. The cause is unknown, but when Jacob has an idea, he usually follows through with it until the consequences physically slap him in the face, usually in the form of his eldest sister.
Unbeknownst to most, Jacob is actually a pretty caring kid, even protective at that. He would do anything for his family if they asked him too. (except you know, like, following the rules and shit) He considers himself to be a "player", always chasing after the pretty girls and doing anything to look cool in front of the boys, even if Jake hangs by himself most of the time. Not a lot of kids enjoy jumping off ramps with bicycles on fire, for some strange reason. It's really fun.
LIKES
Beating people up
Doing wild stunts
His family
Pretty girls
Dogs (any other animal is subject to torture)
Blowtorches
Cake, especially birthday cake
Breaking rules
DISLIKES
People who ruin the fun
Following rules
People who tell him what to do
Failing
School
Snobs
QUIRKS
All his family know that when Jake gets that little spark in his eye shit is about to go down.
Is always carrying some form of a weapon, whether it be a knife hidden somewhere in his pockets, or a nunchuck.
Runs his hand through his hair when he's trying to impress someone.
HABITS
Foot tapping (especially when bored)
Winks a lot
SKILLS
Weapon knowledge (too much for a fourteen year old boy)
Athleticism
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HISTORY
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BACKGROUND
Out of all the Gallagher kids, one could easily pick out Jake from the line up and deem him the biggest fuck-up of them all. No one quite knows why Jacob turned out the way he did, when the rest of his siblings clearly do not enjoy torturing dead (or alive) animals as a past time.
Throughout his life Jacob was constantly compared to his wiser, superior, three-minute elder, Hunter, as well as cast aside by many because of his many "quirks". In truth, he's just a boy raised in a dysfunctional family, one raised by a sister rather then a mother who ran away and a father who only serves to fuck things up for the already struggling Gallaghers.
Every single one of his teachers (and the many shrinks) have deemed him to be hopeless, and he very often deals with abuse from his superiors. Jake's way of dealing with this is taking a bat to their car or something similar, which both serves to strike fear into his teacher's hearts, and at the same time ruins his chances of ever having friends. Luckily, he has his family to stand by him, and Jake considers them to be all he'll ever need, save for a few friendly neighbors.
There is no hidden "sweet, loving, caring" side to Jake. He's a fucked up teenage boy, like the rest of the people he lives with, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't be open to striking some new friendships, getting into some good, fun, trouble, and fucking shit up like the Gallaghers always do.
RELATIONSHIPS
see this post for relationships concerning aquaintences around the neighborhood
familial relationships tbd
WRITING SAMPLE
This is just one example right here, if you need more you can browse through the roleplay.
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ailurophile
hm
2nd middle gallagher bro. 
plumeriaprincess
plum
OWEN GALLAGHER
age: 16 ; may 17th
gender: cis-male: him, his
sexual orientation: closeted homosexual
role: middle brother
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summerwine
an angel's kiss in spring
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Requisite
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NAME Bella Anne Gallagher
NICKNAME: Bell
AGE: 22
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
BIRTHDAY: October 5th
ROLE: Oldest Daughter in the Gallagher Family
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Appearance
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BODY: slim and petite
HEIGHT: 5'4
WEIGHT: 125 pounds
HAIR: Dark Brunette
EYES: Hazel
STYLE: Bella tends to keep her style simple. Leather jackets, tee shirts, scarves, jeans and red lipstick is her simple go to outfit.
NOTICEABLE FEATURES Bella usually always wears red lipstick. It makes her feel slightly stylish. She also has a tattoo of a moon on her ankle.
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PERSONALITY:
Responsible- Bella has to be the most responsible young adult you could possibly meet. She takes care of her siblings like they're her children.
Nurturing- Being the oldest of a family of six, she has to act like the mother. Due to her father being a total drunk. But in general, she loves taking care of people younger than herself. Sure it can be tough at times... But Bella has that nurturing mother side that no one could be mean to.
Empathy- Bella is good in stepping into other people's shoes and understanding their feelings.
Controlling- Due to having to take care of 5 children and herself, Bella has become a bit controlling to keep the house in order, for the most part.
Easily stressed- Bella gets extremely stressed all the time. Taking care of everything around the house and everyone, including her father at times. She makes it work, but doesn't mean on the inside, and outside the stress shows.
Pessimist- She never sees the light in anything. For as much as she tries, it's hard for her to see herself getting out of this rough point in her life that has lasted for a very long time. So, naturally she always sees the worst in a situation.
LIKES:
Vanilla Scents
Candles
LOVES her siblings
Cats
The warmth
Being incharge
Leather jackets
Combat boots
DISLIKES:
Loud Noises
Alcohol
Drugs
Innopropiete behaviors
Rap Music
Stuck up assholes
The Cold
QUIRKS:
Has to only have one ice cube in her drinks
Has to listen to her type of music during car rides
Always wearing the same type of purfume
HABITS:
Chews on lip when stressed
Cracks knuckles when anxious
SKILLS:
Problem solving (in everyday life situations)
Creative Writing/Storytelling
Playing the Guitar, self-taught.
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Background
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BACKGROUND fill this out once the list of accepted characters is posted. you can add some of your own personal backstory here, but don't write your family backstory until characters have been accepted and you have PM'd your family members.
RELATIONSHIPS:
WRITING SAMPLE:
(This is a chapter of a story I wrote. It is in the first person. But usually I write in third person point of view)
It was now lunch time.
All of us were sitting at our usual spot in the center of the cafeteria. It was our usual spot for us. Since freshman year when the seniors invited us to sit with them we haven't switched seats... Ever.
Kimberly wasn't here, though. Most likely in the girls bathroom getting high on cocaine or something like that.
I felt so bad for Kimberly. Personally, I've only smoked weed, never snorted cocaine or poked a needle in my arm for heroin. I'm just really a simple girl. But as much as I love Kimberly, she has a lot of issues to address at some point.
The girls and I were chatting. Talking about our plans to kick off the first day of school.
"A party!" Isabel called out and clasped her hands together, "It'll be perfect! We don't even need to do it at a house!" Isabel said mischievously, glancing at Chloe to get her approval.
I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow, "Like a venue?" I ask and roll my eyes.
Isabel was extremely rich. She had all the money in the world. That's one big reason why Chloe is very close to Isabel. They are literally one and the same. Both rich, both beautiful, both have model status bodies and are just the stars of the school.
Isabel nodded, "Yes!"
"What 'venue'?" Chloe asked and twirled her hair.
"Well, I can use my daddy's money to rent out a club. We all have fake Ids, it won't be hard." Isabel opened up her vitamin water (dragonfruit), "Come on, it's not like we're gonna get caught anyway. My daddy really doesn't give a shit about what I use his money for."
I sighed and glanced around the cafeteria. There were the jocks at the other end of our table, joking and cat calling at girls. In the front of me, there was the table full of the goody-two-shoes (aka, the kids who are in their church youth group and literally NEVER miss church.) These are the kids we really never bother. We don't want to ruin their good reputation. Plus, Sunday's won't be fun for us if we corrupted the pastors little girl.
I took a bite of my salad just as I looked up to see Austin kissing Chloe's forehead. I mentally rolled my eyes at them. They act as if they are such lovebirds. But I wonder if there is actually behind the curtains that we don't know about.
"Hello, ladies," Austin says and wraps an arm around Chloe as he takes a seat down across from me.
"So, guess who's helping me with history this year, babe," Austin smiles and plays with Chloe's blonde beach waves.
I begin to blush and run my fingers through my thick black hair.
"Oh," Chloe grins and begins to laugh, pointing at me, "Is it miss Marie who's gonna be assisting you?"
I blush even more and I cover my face with my pale hands.
Kimberly comes up behind me and plays with my hair, "Awe, who's being embarrassed?"
I mentally roll my eyes and raise my hand, "This bitch is."
Kimberly giggles and sits down next to me while she continues to play with my black, thick curly hair.
Kimberly is obviously high at the moment. She just zoning out, giggling a lot. That's just how she is when she's high. Very calm and naive.
Chloe laughs and lays her head on Austin's shoulder, "It's nothing to be ashamed about. You're smart. Show it off. Plus, I give you permission to help my little baby with his work."
Austin kisses Chloe's petite nose and I want to puke due to it. I feel as if Chloe is just showing him off to me sometimes to get revenge of something I don't even know.
"Now that's all that matters. The permission of our queen." Austin smiles and glances over to me, "Everything okay, Marie?" Austin asks and tilts his head as he messes with his blonde hair.
Taking a small gulp, I blush and take another bite of my salad. After swallowing I put a huge fake smile on my face and nod, "I'm perfectly fine. Perfectly great. You have no idea." Just great... Ha.
"Alright, well..." I check the time up on the wall and continue to fake a smile to my friends, "I have to go... Um. To the library!" Grabbing Kimberly's hand, I drag her with me all the way to the library. During that Kimberly tries to twirl and trips plenty of times as I want to face palm at all of her actions.
We make it to the library and I drag Kimberly down to the far corner of the library. I sit her down with me and clasp her soft fragile hands into my abnormally big hands, "Do you um... Possibly have...?" I feel so embarrassed asking this from her but I just need it sometimes. I don't overly use it. It's just at times where I do.
Kimberly quickly nods and pulls out the weed from her purse, "Here you are," Kimberly also pulls out the blunts and quickly rolls one up and hands it to me, "Thanks."
Thankfully the kids here are all too nervous to tattle on the group and I. They really do not want to mess with Chloe or the squad. Plus. The librarian is too blind, deaf and old to even know what Kimberly and I are doing.
I light the blunt and take a long drag from it then blow out the smoke peacefully as I close my eyes. I rest my head on the bookshelf and smile, "There we go." I mumble and here Kimberly does her usual giggle, "Oh Marie, you need to chill."
"Well, sadly, Marie doesn't really have a chill factor unless she's on this wonderful drug." I say and wink.
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Wishfully
*~ perfect teatime! ~*
"They say the apple doesn't fall far from the fucking tree.
Shoutout to my old man."
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Requisite
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NAME
Roy Jordan Caputo
NICKNAME
Some people call him RJ
AGE
Eighteen
GENDER
Cisgender Male
SEXUALITY
Bisexual
BIRTHDAY
August 12th :: Leo
ROLE
The Bad Apple
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Appearance
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BODY
He's lucky that good looks seem to be genetic because Roy doesn't take great care of his body. He drinks more alcohol than water, smokes first thing in the morning, and always appears sleep deprived. Yet somehow he manages to attract both guys and girls, if they're into the whole rebellious punk rock look, of course. Roy is fairly tall and lanky, but he's just as tough, if not tougher, than the average football jock. He does plenty of running, lifting, and climbing in the city— enough to keep his muscles toned and solid but not the first thing someone would notice. Roy can hold his own in a fight; he's quick on his feet and packs a pretty decent punch.
HEIGHT
6 foot even
WEIGHT
164 lbs
HAIR
Dark brown (almost black), Short, Tousled, Surprisingly soft
EYES
Hazel, Deeply in-set, Intoxicated & exhausted expression
STYLE
Roy has a look that falls somewhere along the lines of 50's greaser and modern punk rock. He favors leather, denim, and dark colors. He wears a lot of t-shirts, tanks, and jeans, but never shorts. Roy wears a lot of black, white, and grey— no brights or neons as anything more than an accent. He likes silver but isn't a big fan of gold. Many of Roy's clothes have rips or tears, mostly self-made rather than manufactured that way. He's a thrifty shopper (which might include stealing ever now and then), but he's not one to spend a lot of time or energy on his wardrobe.
NOTICEABLE FEATURES
• Hollow cheeks
• Various minor scars
• Plug earrings
• Tattoos on arms, hands, sides/ribs, and upper chest
• Always smells like cigarettes
• Dark shadows around eyes
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In Depth
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PERSONALITY
Rebellious :: Following the rules has never been Roy's forte. He thinks that laws were meant to be broken. Tell him to behave a certain way, look a certain way, or conform to an expectation and he'll take it as a challenge and do exactly the opposite. Roy doesn't like people telling him what he can and can't do; it irritates him...a lot.
Intoxicated :: The day Roy is a hundred percent clean will be the first sign of the apocalypse. The boy has always been a bit of a mess, between drugs, alcohol, and the lack of concern for their effects on him. Roy is often drunk, high, or getting there, but it's pretty normal for him and he has learned to function even in a mostly inebriated state. He's tried to stop some of the substances before, but he can never attempt to cut it all out at once. Chances are, he will never be able to quit everything.
Thief :: He has sticky fingers and can't help but take he likes if no one is around to claim it. He kind of thinks of it as a public service— taking junk off the streets that other people have thrown away. Though, not everything is just lying around like that. Roy has certainly broken into a few places he shouldn't have been in, and he has a habit of slipping things in his pocket, sometimes without even realizing he's doing it. He's not the type to steal from a jewelry store or rob a bank, but hot-wiring a car to bring home or pocketing some food are semi-regular occurrences.
Complacent :: If you ask Roy where he wants to be in five years, all he'd say is "hopefully not dead." Roy doesn't have any goals or aspirations; he just lives one day at a time and takes life as it comes. He's fine with his current situation, even if it is less than ideal. Roy doesn't really know what it means to want a better future for himself, so he just doesn't.
Inventive :: Don't let his failing grades fool you— Roy is a pretty smart cookie who just never learned how to use his intelligence. One of Roy's favorite pastimes is taking things apart and putting them back together to see how they work. He likes to deconstruct old electronics and mechanical gadgets and find new uses for the parts. Roy is creative in this sense, and he also appreciates revolutionary artwork, stories, and technology.
Guarded :: Roy comes across as rather apathetic, not having strong opinions on much. He believes that people should do and be whatever they please and that everyone's business is their own. He's most likely to open up to his older brother, but Roy generally doesn't talk much about deeper issues or his feelings unless he's too intoxicated to stop himself. He not used to being very affectionate except with those closest to him (which is usually his brothers) and even that is more hair ruffling and playful punches rather than hugs. Roy can be a bit more lenient with a significant other, but he's still not a fan of public affection and tends to put physical distance between himself and other people unless he's comfortable with them or is trying to flirt.
Mischievous/Humorous :: Around those he feels most comfortable with, Roy can have childish tendencies. He's been known to play pranks on his brothers or wrestle with his friends for fun. Roy always enjoys a good joke, and he also likes to make other people laugh. He can be witty and prefers being around people who don't take life too seriously. Roy likes to tease, flirt, and poke fun at people but never means any harm by it and actually prefers when people throw banter back.
Forgiving :: Roy is generally a forgiving guy, the exception being his father. Roy understands that, ultimately, his dad is in jail for being overprotective, but it's all the years worth of other vices that Roy isn't ready to forget. When other people not as close to Roy mess up, he's normally patient and passes it off as no big deal. He doesn't like to dwell on trivial misunderstandings, and he's not the type to hold a grudge over something that he feels is not worth fighting about.
Defensive :: Despite his delinquent appearance and attitude, Roy rarely seeks out a fight. If someone pushes him first; however, Roy won't hesitate to push back. He often stands up for the little guy if they're getting a beating they don't deserve, but he's particularly defensive of himself and his family. If someone lays a hand on one of his brothers, his temper will flare up and he'll enjoy putting the poor bastard in his or her place.
Confident :: Roy is comfortable in his own skin. He's not proud of everything he's ever done, but he's not caught up in past failures. He accepts his own flaws and doesn't care what others think. Roy's confidence allows him to be assertive when necessary, but it can also make him a little cocky. Sure he's tough, but he's not untouchable. Roy tends to talk himself up a bit when he's trying to impress people, and sometimes they do learn that maybe's he's not that great at cooking or that he really can't do eighteen shots and then walk in a perfectly straight line.
Attentive :: Although it may not seem like Roy notices a lot about people, he is attentive to those he wants to be closer to. He'll try to take note of their likes and dislikes in order to establish a good relationship with them. Roy is a good listener, perhaps because he's normally intoxicated to some extent and would rather listen to someone else talk about anything at all than talk about his own problems. Roy likes being around people in general, so he rarely gets tired of listening to someone as long as the conversation flows and doesn't get stuck on one thing for hours.
Loyal :: It may be hard to get Roy to commit to anything or anyone, but once he's in, he's in for the long haul. He will always be there for those he truly cares about, though that list may be very short. Roy is the type of person who would fight alongside you, go to the hospital with you, and then share your jail cell. He would drive across the country, or walk if he had to, in order to help a loved one in need.
LIKES
Smoking
Drinking
Nice cars
Leather
Black and white movies
Sitting on rooftops
Darkwave & post-punk music
Making people laugh
Cats
DISLIKES
Dance clubs
Losing his cool
Silence
Hangovers
Being bossed around
Spicy foods
Swimming
Looking like a softie
Following the rules
QUIRKS
Won't start a physical fight unless he's drunk
Won't delve into his emotions/feelings unless he's drunk or high
Thinks he's a better cook than he actually is
When he's fond of someone, he ruffles their hair and throws light, playful punches
Enjoys tinkering with random gadgets and electronics— taking them apart,
fixing them, trying to build new things with them
Often says he'll quit ________ (smoking, dealing, drinking, cursing, etc.)
...but is normally back at it within a week
HABITS
Kicks and tosses pebbles while walking in the street
Steps on poor suckers' untied shoelaces to make 'em trip
Rubs hands together & cracks knuckles during conversation
SKILLS
"Does beer pong count? 'Cause I'm the bestest beer-ponger you ever seen."
Climbing/Parkour :: Wall-crawling and hopping fences are a cakewalk
Pickpocketing/Stealing :: Not very noble, perhaps, but rather useful
Violin :: Keeps this one on the down-low— he doesn't think it's very manly
Automotive Skills :: Knows his way around a car thanks to his dad and older brother
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Savagai
The Weirdo
Alex DeLane
Name: Alex DeLane
Age: 15
Birthday: 5th of June
Gender:Male
Sexuality:Homosexual, Homoromantic
Role:Athlete
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Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark Blonde
Height: 5''9
Weight: 190 lbs
Body Type: Muscular
Noticeable Features: Alex always smiles, six pack
Style:Plain tight fitting shirts with jeans, Alex likes also to just wear only his jeans without a shirt
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Overall Personality: Alex is a very caring person, he is also very active and always happy
Personality Pros: Active, Cheerful, Caring, Always wanting to offer help, Happy
Personality Cons: Naive, Always happy, sometimes to active that it becomes irritating, can a be a little bit of a stalker, easily bullied
Likes: Track, muscles, working out, guys, going out, spending time with friends
Dislikes: Feminine gays, people who are disrespectful about track, people who prejudice him because he is gay, staying evenings at home, drugs, being treated as a child
Quirks: Smacks a little bit while eating fast, He rubs his hands when nervous, plays with his hair, Alex is naked when he is alone
Talents: Track, Flirting
Weaknesses: He is easily agressive, unsure about himself and feels alone - Other
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After some time, Sef and Rufus were both done with their things and went together to the Cafetaria. The meal of the day was not very tasty and they were focused on other things.
Rufus had brought his score to work on it, the first part was done and it only needed some more fine tuning, mostly editing the dynamics so they sound and the solos would be at their best. The score needed to be done at the end of the week, otherwise Rufus couldn't sell it. This was the first score of Rufus which he was going to sell, he already has some pre-orders from people who only saw a sneak peak of the score.
Sef was busy with his CV searching for the right photographs to give to his new agency. He had some clashes with the old one and had found a new better one. However, he needed to bring his CV back up to date. Sef smirked as he saw some pictures of an old nude shoot. Sef does all kinds of shoots, he likes to do all kind of shoots and some shoots just pay more then others. Still, Sef was not a major model, he was still searching a way for a breakthrough.
Sef and Rufus were done with their things and started to talk, after some time the conversation went to cute boys,
"There is this new Sophomore, Eirian, he's pretty cute bit still very young" Sef started, Rufus nodded "Just like that Aiden boy" Sef smiled. The Nevarro brother knew every cute guy on this school. They talked often about it, "Lucas is more beautiful then his voice, which is also very cool" Rufus sighed, all those straight guys made him feel bad, Sef grinned "Over to the juniors, Travis is there the best I guess, he does also modeling work" Rufus smiled "That is the only cute Junior, and they we have us, the beautiful Senior Hunks" Rufus laughed, there weren't many seniors here on this school
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Tyler Zamora
"There's a special spot in hell for people who waste my time"
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