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Realistic or Modern T R U S T: The Game [ OOC ]

Also, pre-warning to before I even finish writing my post, this is long... I am so, so sorry- but it's also kinda funny so hopefully there will be some comedic relief to prepare you for the long post lmao
 
And now we know why Elijah always goes 'Mon canard'.
I added that in there just for you c;

This hahaha
Eli: I need a towe-

Karin: *Bursting out of a random door, giving Eli several things* hERE'SA TOWEL- I POPPED IT IN THE DRYER SO THAT IT'S WARM! I-I also may have gotten you some water so that you can stay hydrated because showers are really hot like you and we don't want you to die- I ALSO GOT YOU A CIGAR AND A CUTE LITTLE DUCK!

And they live a happily married life forever and Eli proposes in the classiest way possible the end Karijah 4 lyfe

EDIT: Just imagine him there half naked in a warm towel holding water in like a champagne flute lighting a cigar and Kat comes into the room super nonchalant and just goes "quack"
 
This hahaha


And they live a happily married life forever and Eli proposes in the classiest way possible the end Karijah 4 lyfe
Perfect! Sounds great to Karin!

Karin: *Holds a sign up behind Corgi that reads: I obviously said y e s*
 
Perfect! Sounds great to Karin!

Karin: *Holds a sign up behind Corgi that reads: I obviously said y e s*

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Every woman falls for the charms of ELIJAH VALENTINE
 
And they live a happily married life forever and Eli proposes in the classiest way possible the end Karijah 4 lyfe
Karin: *Holds a sign up behind Corgi that reads: I obviously said y e s*

"I'm being demoted to a fucking mistress? Really, Rein!?"

EDIT: Just imagine him there half naked in a warm towel holding water in like a champagne flute lighting a cigar and Kat comes into the room super nonchalant and just goes "quack"

I have been trying not to burst out laughing so my family can sleep in peace, but I see that, that is now impossible TT_TT
 
Puh-Puh-Puh-POSTED!

I am so hyped for this roleplay but a girl also needs her beauty sleep so she may need to retire for the night </3
 
Alsooooo, here's my first ever self-made codes!

I credit it all to you guys, because honestly, I would not have had the creativity, patience or energy to do this without absorbing all the hype in here.

⟖ NAME ⟕
QUOTE

TEXT HERE
↓Open↓​


NOTHING
TEXT HERE
Code by The Empress of Ice The Empress of Ice




⟖ Cerys A. Farroukh-Farrow ⟕
"A Weakness Is Only A Weakness If You Allow It To Be One."
~
"According to Oppression Olympics, being cisgendered is the only thing I got going for me. According to me, being cisgendered is the only thing I can't take advantage of."
~
"You know what history taught me? That the only way to survive is by having some form of power and the greatest power there is, is money. Money creates and stops wars, money saves and destroys lives, money is the root of all evil and all good. Money is power, and power? Power makes you a god amongst mortals. I will become a god amongst mortals, until I meet the one true god himself. That, I can promise you."
~
"I'm bound to go to hell, might as well make this dunya my heaven."
Face Claim: Christina Nadin

Appearance: Cerys prides herself on having a tennis-players body; lean and firm, with strong legs yet not so muscular that it takes away from her self proclaimed 'femininity'. She has smaller boobs than most, but is not entirely flatchested; it all comes back to her rather small frame. Her almond-shaped eyes are her biggest assets, in her opinion, they're big and round with a slight clearness that makes them pop. Her skin is not marred with any scars or birthmarks but she does have a dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks, as well as her collarbone. She's always had a baby-face, appearing much younger to most people, her thick hair and bushy eyebrows have a tendency to reinforce those thoughts.

Her clothing style is modest most of the time, sticking to long-sleeved tops and flowy suit pants, however if the situation calls for it, she is willing to 'dress down to get down'.

Height: 5 ft 9 in I 176 cm

Hair Color: Raven Black

Eye Color: Caramel w/ black flecks

Weight: 135 lbs I 61 kg

Body Mods: Ear piercings along nearly her entire ears, three on the outer top and two on her lobes.

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NOTHING
"My past? My past is my résumé, my résumé is my past."
Birthname: Amara Farroukh

Legal Name: Cerys Amara Amelie Farroukh-Farrow

Nicknames: Rys | C

Age: Twenty-Five | 30/1

Gender: Cisgender | Female | She, Her

Orientation: Bisexual | Heteroromantic

Social status: Lower Class Family | Upper Class Self

Biography: Born to a palestinian, muslim couple in the slums of New York in 1990, Cerys was only nine when she decided how she'd live her life. Considered a child prodigy since she was three years old, with a likeness to Michael Kearney and Kathleen Holtz, she decided to become a psychologist, with enough money to let her parents eat a full meal everyday and to pay the bills they kept arguing over. She would pay her grandmother's hospital fees, and her older brother's crippling school debts. She would use her smarts to get out of the slums they were born in, and secure a future for generations to come.

When she was eleven though, those dreams burned and crashed. Just like the World Trade Center did. In fact, they crashed and burned the very same week. That week a lot of things came to light for the young Cerys, one was that her immigrant parents were no longer welcomed, and she, the offspring of said parents, wasn't either. Her grandmother died shortly after and her brother as well, in a beat down in some alley on a dark winter night. Something in her died that night, she believes it to be her weakness.

By the time Cerys was thirteen she had skipped seven grades, was a member of MENSA and her plans completely changed. She'd enter Harvard University by the age of eleven with a scholarship in the bag, complete her residency at John Hopkins University by the age of twenty, alongside a Ph.D. in Psychology and a bachelor's degree, summa cum laude, in History. After getting her doctor's license, she'd spend two more years on a degree in computer engineering.

By the time she finished studying, she had fourteen different job offers from world-renowned institutions and more. She took the most lucrative offer, a position as a psychology professor in Yale, as well as conducting stem cell research for John Hopkins Hospital. She's been working nonstop ever since, occasionally returning to her studies, to gain a degree or two.

One of said degrees is a Doctor of Arts degree in Modern Languages, among those French. A few weeks back, Cerys was offered to complete her degree in France as an exchange student and she took it.

As such, Cerys did not blink twice at the thought of getting a fully-paid vacation to France before the semester would start.

vI6h9oFO
Code by The Empress of Ice The Empress of Ice


⟖ Soren B. Roy'n ⟕
"Take A Chance, That's What Life Is All About."
~
"If there is anything I've learnt with time, is that there is not enough time, ever. "
~
"There is no better way to leave a trace in this world than creating something out of it. Whether that be a story, a painting or a smile. Leave something behind, so that when your footsteps are retraced you don't mind your past and you don't fear your future."
~
"We often times forget the kindness that lurks within another human being, until it bursts forth and we're surrounded by this amazing, warm and inviting light. I have lived through that light, and live for nothing else but that light."
Face Claim: Cykeem White

Appearance: Albeit tall, Soren comes off shorter than he seems as he has a compact, muscular build paired with a lanky posture that just comes off as weird. There's a nonchalant ease to the way he holds himself, and the fact that he is an artist and traveler tends to be obvious, with his rough and often times colour-stained hands. His clothing style tends to lean towards comfort over self-expression, although he makes up for it with an assortment of tattos and piercings. If Soren wasn't constantly smiling, he'd quite easily come off as intimidating due to his piercing gaze and sharp facial features, that mostly are softened by his long dreads that frame his face.

Height: 6 ft 2 in I 188 cm

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Weight: 185 lbs I 83 kg

Body Mods: Soren has smaller tattoos, though their count essentially covers parts of his body more in ink than not. He has a compass tattoo on his neck, that is flanked by an 'africa-n lion' tattoo on the right, which lays nearly overlapping next to an elephant tattoo. On the very same shoulder he has a 'Veni Vidi Vici' tattoo, with another quote tattoo right underneath, on his chest. His last tattoos are on his left hand, on his inner middle finger and ring finger.

Lastly, he has gauge piercings on his left ear, as well as his right ear and on his lips.
↓Open↓​

NOTHING
"Point somewhere on the world map, I bet you a thousand dollars there's a story from there I can share."
Birthname: Soren Bartholomew Louise Roy'n

Legal Name: Soren Bartholomew Roy'n | Soren B. Roy'n

Nicknames: Ren | Renny | S | Orry | Bart

Age: Twenty-One | 16/5

Gender: Cisgender | Male | He, Him

Orientation: Pansexual | Panromantic

Social status: Upper Middle Class Family | Lower Middle Class Self

Biography: Soren was born in Washington D.C., to a family of sixteen, which most people assume was due to lack of contraception and/or accidental births but in reality his parents were both only-childs, resulting in their want for a large family. As such, Soren had since he was young been quite independent, as a middle child he was often times somewhat neglected due to his parents divided attention. This, however, was never a problem for Soren, and the lack of attention gave him the first taste of freedom, which he would later on run after.

During high school, Soren got okay grades, not the best but enough to get into a decent college which ended up wasted as he would instead gain a scholarship to the Academy of Arts' Fine Arts' Program, as a sculptor and painter. His love for the arts coming from his third older sister's husband, who introduced him to the works of Auguste Rodin, Claude Monet and Pierre-Auguste Renoir when he was twelve, Soren took the offer in a heartbeat.

He would though only stay at the academy for three months before deciding to instead travel the world, and make art along the way. At first this seemed nearly impossible, and he barely got around the country, not to mention other places. However when he got to New York, he started to make personalized street art, earning after a few weeks enough money to take his first trip abroad.

This would eventually be how Soren traveled the world; making personalized sculptures and paintings along the way for people to fund his way of life, occasionally relying on the kindness of strangers for a place to sleep, all the while fulfilling his dreams as an artist to capture the world in his creations.

When Soren heard of a possible free trip to France, the first destination he had ever gone to, he took the chance to return promptly.

Little did he know just what he got into.

kHpl7H7U
Code by The Empress of Ice The Empress of Ice
 
Alsooooo, here's my first ever self-made codes!

I credit it all to you guys, because honestly, I would not have had the creativity, patience or energy to do this without absorbing all the hype in here.

⟖ NAME ⟕
QUOTE

TEXT HERE
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TEXT HERE
Code by The Empress of Ice The Empress of Ice


no slide
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↓Open↓
NOTHING
"My past? My past is my résumé, my résumé is my past."
Birthname: Amara Farroukh

Legal Name: Cerys Amara Amelie Farroukh-Farrow

Nicknames: Rys | C

Age: Twenty-Five | 30/1

Gender: Cisgender | Female | She, Her

Orientation: Bisexual | Heteroromantic

Social status: Lower Class Family | Upper Class Self

Biography: Born to a palestinian, muslim couple in the slums of New York in 1990, Cerys was only nine when she decided how she'd live her life. Considered a child prodigy since she was three years old, with a likeness to Michael Kearney and Kathleen Holtz, she decided to become a psychologist, with enough money to let her parents eat a full meal everyday and to pay the bills they kept arguing over. She would pay her grandmother's hospital fees, and her older brother's crippling school debts. She would use her smarts to get out of the slums they were born in, and secure a future for generations to come.

When she was eleven though, those dreams burned and crashed. Just like the World Trade Center did. In fact, they crashed and burned the very same week. That week a lot of things came to light for the young Cerys, one was that her immigrant parents were no longer welcomed, and she, the offspring of said parents, wasn't either. Her grandmother died shortly after and her brother as well, in a beat down in some alley on a dark winter night. Something in her died that night, she believes it to be her weakness.

By the time Cerys was thirteen she had skipped seven grades, was a member of MENSA and her plans completely changed. She'd enter Harvard University by the age of eleven with a scholarship in the bag, complete her residency at John Hopkins University by the age of twenty, alongside a Ph.D. in Psychology and a bachelor's degree, summa cum laude, in History. After getting her doctor's license, she'd spend two more years on a degree in computer engineering.

By the time she finished studying, she had fourteen different job offers from world-renowned institutions and more. She took the most lucrative offer, a position as a psychology professor in Yale, as well as conducting stem cell research for John Hopkins Hospital. She's been working nonstop ever since, occasionally returning to her studies, to gain a degree or two.

One of said degrees is a Doctor of Arts degree in Modern Languages, among those French. A few weeks back, Cerys was offered to complete her degree in France as an exchange student and she took it.

As such, Cerys did not blink twice at the thought of getting a fully-paid vacation to France before the semester would start.

vI6h9oFO
Code by The Empress of Ice The Empress of Ice



no slide
no slide
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↓Open↓
NOTHING
"Point somewhere on the world map, I bet you a thousand dollars there's a story from there I can share."
Birthname: Soren Bartholomew Louise Roy'n

Legal Name: Soren Bartholomew Roy'n | Soren B. Roy'n

Nicknames: Ren | Renny | S | Orry | Bart

Age: Twenty-One | 16/5

Gender: Cisgender | Male | He, Him

Orientation: Pansexual | Panromantic

Social status: Upper Middle Class Family | Lower Middle Class Self

Biography: Soren was born in Washington D.C., to a family of sixteen, which most people assume was due to lack of contraception and/or accidental births but in reality his parents were both only-childs, resulting in their want for a large family. As such, Soren had since he was young been quite independent, as a middle child he was often times somewhat neglected due to his parents divided attention. This, however, was never a problem for Soren, and the lack of attention gave him the first taste of freedom, which he would later on run after.

During high school, Soren got okay grades, not the best but enough to get into a decent college which ended up wasted as he would instead gain a scholarship to the Academy of Arts' Fine Arts' Program, as a sculptor and painter. His love for the arts coming from his third older sister's husband, who introduced him to the works of Auguste Rodin, Claude Monet and Pierre-Auguste Renoir when he was twelve, Soren took the offer in a heartbeat.

He would though only stay at the academy for three months before deciding to instead travel the world, and make art along the way. At first this seemed nearly impossible, and he barely got around the country, not to mention other places. However when he got to New York, he started to make personalized street art, earning after a few weeks enough money to take his first trip abroad.

This would eventually be how Soren traveled the world; making personalized sculptures and paintings along the way for people to fund his way of life, occasionally relying on the kindness of strangers for a place to sleep, all the while fulfilling his dreams as an artist to capture the world in his creations.

When Soren heard of a possible free trip to France, the first destination he had ever gone to, he took the chance to return promptly.

Little did he know just what he got into.

kHpl7H7U
Code by The Empress of Ice The Empress of Ice
S O PRETTY I LOVE I LOVE

SUCH PRETTY FACECLAIMS, TOO!!

AHHH EVERYTHIGN IS SO AESTHETICALLY P L E A S I N G
 
Alsooooo, here's my first ever self-made codes!

I credit it all to you guys, because honestly, I would not have had the creativity, patience or energy to do this without absorbing all the hype in here.

⟖ NAME ⟕
QUOTE

TEXT HERE
↓Open↓​


NOTHING
TEXT HERE
Code by The Empress of Ice The Empress of Ice




⟖ Cerys A. Farroukh-Farrow ⟕
"A Weakness Is Only A Weakness If You Allow It To Be One."
~
"According to Oppression Olympics, being cisgendered is the only thing I got going for me. According to me, being cisgendered is the only thing I can't take advantage of."
~
"You know what history taught me? That the only way to survive is by having some form of power and the greatest power there is, is money. Money creates and stops wars, money saves and destroys lives, money is the root of all evil and all good. Money is power, and power? Power makes you a god amongst mortals. I will become a god amongst mortals, until I meet the one true god himself. That, I can promise you."
~
"I'm bound to go to hell, might as well make this dunya my heaven."
Face Claim: Christina Nadin

Appearance: Cerys prides herself on having a tennis-players body; lean and firm, with strong legs yet not so muscular that it takes away from her self proclaimed 'femininity'. She has smaller boobs than most, but is not entirely flatchested; it all comes back to her rather small frame. Her almond-shaped eyes are her biggest assets, in her opinion, they're big and round with a slight clearness that makes them pop. Her skin is not marred with any scars or birthmarks but she does have a dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks, as well as her collarbone. She's always had a baby-face, appearing much younger to most people, her thick hair and bushy eyebrows have a tendency to reinforce those thoughts.

Her clothing style is modest most of the time, sticking to long-sleeved tops and flowy suit pants, however if the situation calls for it, she is willing to 'dress down to get down'.

Height: 5 ft 9 in I 176 cm

Hair Color: Raven Black

Eye Color: Caramel w/ black flecks

Weight: 135 lbs I 61 kg

Body Mods: Ear piercings along nearly her entire ears, three on the outer top and two on her lobes.

↓Open↓​

NOTHING
"My past? My past is my résumé, my résumé is my past."
Birthname: Amara Farroukh

Legal Name: Cerys Amara Amelie Farroukh-Farrow

Nicknames: Rys | C

Age: Twenty-Five | 30/1

Gender: Cisgender | Female | She, Her

Orientation: Bisexual | Heteroromantic

Social status: Lower Class Family | Upper Class Self

Biography: Born to a palestinian, muslim couple in the slums of New York in 1990, Cerys was only nine when she decided how she'd live her life. Considered a child prodigy since she was three years old, with a likeness to Michael Kearney and Kathleen Holtz, she decided to become a psychologist, with enough money to let her parents eat a full meal everyday and to pay the bills they kept arguing over. She would pay her grandmother's hospital fees, and her older brother's crippling school debts. She would use her smarts to get out of the slums they were born in, and secure a future for generations to come.

When she was eleven though, those dreams burned and crashed. Just like the World Trade Center did. In fact, they crashed and burned the very same week. That week a lot of things came to light for the young Cerys, one was that her immigrant parents were no longer welcomed, and she, the offspring of said parents, wasn't either. Her grandmother died shortly after and her brother as well, in a beat down in some alley on a dark winter night. Something in her died that night, she believes it to be her weakness.

By the time Cerys was thirteen she had skipped seven grades, was a member of MENSA and her plans completely changed. She'd enter Harvard University by the age of eleven with a scholarship in the bag, complete her residency at John Hopkins University by the age of twenty, alongside a Ph.D. in Psychology and a bachelor's degree, summa cum laude, in History. After getting her doctor's license, she'd spend two more years on a degree in computer engineering.

By the time she finished studying, she had fourteen different job offers from world-renowned institutions and more. She took the most lucrative offer, a position as a psychology professor in Yale, as well as conducting stem cell research for John Hopkins Hospital. She's been working nonstop ever since, occasionally returning to her studies, to gain a degree or two.

One of said degrees is a Doctor of Arts degree in Modern Languages, among those French. A few weeks back, Cerys was offered to complete her degree in France as an exchange student and she took it.

As such, Cerys did not blink twice at the thought of getting a fully-paid vacation to France before the semester would start.

vI6h9oFO
Code by The Empress of Ice The Empress of Ice


⟖ Soren B. Roy'n ⟕
"Take A Chance, That's What Life Is All About."
~
"If there is anything I've learnt with time, is that there is not enough time, ever. "
~
"There is no better way to leave a trace in this world than creating something out of it. Whether that be a story, a painting or a smile. Leave something behind, so that when your footsteps are retraced you don't mind your past and you don't fear your future."
~
"We often times forget the kindness that lurks within another human being, until it bursts forth and we're surrounded by this amazing, warm and inviting light. I have lived through that light, and live for nothing else but that light."
Face Claim: Cykeem White

Appearance: Albeit tall, Soren comes off shorter than he seems as he has a compact, muscular build paired with a lanky posture that just comes off as weird. There's a nonchalant ease to the way he holds himself, and the fact that he is an artist and traveler tends to be obvious, with his rough and often times colour-stained hands. His clothing style tends to lean towards comfort over self-expression, although he makes up for it with an assortment of tattos and piercings. If Soren wasn't constantly smiling, he'd quite easily come off as intimidating due to his piercing gaze and sharp facial features, that mostly are softened by his long dreads that frame his face.

Height: 6 ft 2 in I 188 cm

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Weight: 185 lbs I 83 kg

Body Mods: Soren has smaller tattoos, though their count essentially covers parts of his body more in ink than not. He has a compass tattoo on his neck, that is flanked by an 'africa-n lion' tattoo on the right, which lays nearly overlapping next to an elephant tattoo. On the very same shoulder he has a 'Veni Vidi Vici' tattoo, with another quote tattoo right underneath, on his chest. His last tattoos are on his left hand, on his inner middle finger and ring finger.

Lastly, he has gauge piercings on his left ear, as well as his right ear and on his lips.
↓Open↓​

NOTHING
"Point somewhere on the world map, I bet you a thousand dollars there's a story from there I can share."
Birthname: Soren Bartholomew Louise Roy'n

Legal Name: Soren Bartholomew Roy'n | Soren B. Roy'n

Nicknames: Ren | Renny | S | Orry | Bart

Age: Twenty-One | 16/5

Gender: Cisgender | Male | He, Him

Orientation: Pansexual | Panromantic

Social status: Upper Middle Class Family | Lower Middle Class Self

Biography: Soren was born in Washington D.C., to a family of sixteen, which most people assume was due to lack of contraception and/or accidental births but in reality his parents were both only-childs, resulting in their want for a large family. As such, Soren had since he was young been quite independent, as a middle child he was often times somewhat neglected due to his parents divided attention. This, however, was never a problem for Soren, and the lack of attention gave him the first taste of freedom, which he would later on run after.

During high school, Soren got okay grades, not the best but enough to get into a decent college which ended up wasted as he would instead gain a scholarship to the Academy of Arts' Fine Arts' Program, as a sculptor and painter. His love for the arts coming from his third older sister's husband, who introduced him to the works of Auguste Rodin, Claude Monet and Pierre-Auguste Renoir when he was twelve, Soren took the offer in a heartbeat.

He would though only stay at the academy for three months before deciding to instead travel the world, and make art along the way. At first this seemed nearly impossible, and he barely got around the country, not to mention other places. However when he got to New York, he started to make personalized street art, earning after a few weeks enough money to take his first trip abroad.

This would eventually be how Soren traveled the world; making personalized sculptures and paintings along the way for people to fund his way of life, occasionally relying on the kindness of strangers for a place to sleep, all the while fulfilling his dreams as an artist to capture the world in his creations.

When Soren heard of a possible free trip to France, the first destination he had ever gone to, he took the chance to return promptly.

Little did he know just what he got into.

kHpl7H7U
Code by The Empress of Ice The Empress of Ice
good shit ajgdlhjlh they're pretty! the gifs are a little disorienting but i'll live
i love using those downward slidey things too haha
(creds to my friend @/yunn who was the one who created the code for them i'm 99% sure, she's amazing and i love her)
 
good shit ajgdlhjlh they're pretty! the gifs are a little disorienting but i'll live
i love using those downward slidey things too haha
(creds to my friend @/yunn who was the one who created the code for them i'm 99% sure, she's amazing and i love her)

They're amazing!!! <3

A bit hard to adapt, took me forever to figure out how they work. Your friend is a genius! :D
 
Alsooooo, here's my first ever self-made codes!

I credit it all to you guys, because honestly, I would not have had the creativity, patience or energy to do this without absorbing all the hype in here.

⟖ NAME ⟕
QUOTE

TEXT HERE
{slide=
no slide
TEXT HERE
Code by The Empress of Ice The Empress of Ice


no slide
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↓Open↓
NOTHING
"My past? My past is my résumé, my résumé is my past."
Birthname: Amara Farroukh

Legal Name: Cerys Amara Amelie Farroukh-Farrow

Nicknames: Rys | C

Age: Twenty-Five | 30/1

Gender: Cisgender | Female | She, Her

Orientation: Bisexual | Heteroromantic

Social status: Lower Class Family | Upper Class Self

Biography: Born to a palestinian, muslim couple in the slums of New York in 1990, Cerys was only nine when she decided how she'd live her life. Considered a child prodigy since she was three years old, with a likeness to Michael Kearney and Kathleen Holtz, she decided to become a psychologist, with enough money to let her parents eat a full meal everyday and to pay the bills they kept arguing over. She would pay her grandmother's hospital fees, and her older brother's crippling school debts. She would use her smarts to get out of the slums they were born in, and secure a future for generations to come.

When she was eleven though, those dreams burned and crashed. Just like the World Trade Center did. In fact, they crashed and burned the very same week. That week a lot of things came to light for the young Cerys, one was that her immigrant parents were no longer welcomed, and she, the offspring of said parents, wasn't either. Her grandmother died shortly after and her brother as well, in a beat down in some alley on a dark winter night. Something in her died that night, she believes it to be her weakness.

By the time Cerys was thirteen she had skipped seven grades, was a member of MENSA and her plans completely changed. She'd enter Harvard University by the age of eleven with a scholarship in the bag, complete her residency at John Hopkins University by the age of twenty, alongside a Ph.D. in Psychology and a bachelor's degree, summa cum laude, in History. After getting her doctor's license, she'd spend two more years on a degree in computer engineering.

By the time she finished studying, she had fourteen different job offers from world-renowned institutions and more. She took the most lucrative offer, a position as a psychology professor in Yale, as well as conducting stem cell research for John Hopkins Hospital. She's been working nonstop ever since, occasionally returning to her studies, to gain a degree or two.

One of said degrees is a Doctor of Arts degree in Modern Languages, among those French. A few weeks back, Cerys was offered to complete her degree in France as an exchange student and she took it.

As such, Cerys did not blink twice at the thought of getting a fully-paid vacation to France before the semester would start.

vI6h9oFO
Code by The Empress of Ice The Empress of Ice



no slide
no slide
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↓Open↓
NOTHING
"Point somewhere on the world map, I bet you a thousand dollars there's a story from there I can share."
Birthname: Soren Bartholomew Louise Roy'n

Legal Name: Soren Bartholomew Roy'n | Soren B. Roy'n

Nicknames: Ren | Renny | S | Orry | Bart

Age: Twenty-One | 16/5

Gender: Cisgender | Male | He, Him

Orientation: Pansexual | Panromantic

Social status: Upper Middle Class Family | Lower Middle Class Self

Biography: Soren was born in Washington D.C., to a family of sixteen, which most people assume was due to lack of contraception and/or accidental births but in reality his parents were both only-childs, resulting in their want for a large family. As such, Soren had since he was young been quite independent, as a middle child he was often times somewhat neglected due to his parents divided attention. This, however, was never a problem for Soren, and the lack of attention gave him the first taste of freedom, which he would later on run after.

During high school, Soren got okay grades, not the best but enough to get into a decent college which ended up wasted as he would instead gain a scholarship to the Academy of Arts' Fine Arts' Program, as a sculptor and painter. His love for the arts coming from his third older sister's husband, who introduced him to the works of Auguste Rodin, Claude Monet and Pierre-Auguste Renoir when he was twelve, Soren took the offer in a heartbeat.

He would though only stay at the academy for three months before deciding to instead travel the world, and make art along the way. At first this seemed nearly impossible, and he barely got around the country, not to mention other places. However when he got to New York, he started to make personalized street art, earning after a few weeks enough money to take his first trip abroad.

This would eventually be how Soren traveled the world; making personalized sculptures and paintings along the way for people to fund his way of life, occasionally relying on the kindness of strangers for a place to sleep, all the while fulfilling his dreams as an artist to capture the world in his creations.

When Soren heard of a possible free trip to France, the first destination he had ever gone to, he took the chance to return promptly.

Little did he know just what he got into.

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Code by The Empress of Ice The Empress of Ice
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Rq warning for when my next post comes- whenever that is- Karin's only goal is to get to Kat, so if someone's in the way, they're going tinget the shoulder. No ine can stop Momma Rein from getting to her duckling.
 
Diminium Diminium

I feel like a cruel, sadistic bitch but I have to crush yer dreams. My ultimate weakness, the bane of my existence, my mother, has awakened from her deep slumber and I, her most loyal subordinate, am to retrieve to the land of dreams if I wish to keep my life.

AKA if I don't put down this computer and go to sleep I'mma die at the hands of my mom, so I'll end up posting after Volfy Volfy after all.

My sincerest apologies for the heightened expectations TT_TT
 
Diminium Diminium

I feel like a cruel, sadistic bitch but I have to crush yer dreams. My ultimate weakness, the bane of my existence, my mother, has awakened from her deep slumber and I, her most loyal subordinate, am to retrieve to the land of dreams if I wish to keep my life.

AKA if I don't put down this computer and go to sleep I'mma die at the hands of my mom, so I'll end up posting after Volfy Volfy after all.

My sincerest apologies for the heightened expectations TT_TT

Nae lass, it happens! Aye'm about to go to sleep myself
 

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