Realistic or Modern The Wrong Choice CS

[JustAlexandra]

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Personality: [Optional. Do as much or as little as you want]
Bio: [1-2 paragraphs]

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

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I will allow a guard character to be made if anyone chooses to make one. Only one for now, unless we get more people. Tag me when you finish and I will accept/deny as they are made.

Another character idea - a spy, perhaps. A kid who is in with what the parents of another kid want and their goal is to influence them to do that. If anyone is interested in this you need to set up that partnership and make the CS accordingly, so it would be more work.​

 

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Name: Alexandra Parsley
Nickname: Alex
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heteosexual

Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brown
Height/Weight: 5'6 / 135lbs
Body Type: Athletic
Tattoos/Piercings: A tiny star tattoo behind her ear; regular ear piercings

Why did you parent send you: Insubordination

Likes: her space; her impending freedom; dogs
Dislikes: her parents; soda; loud noises

Personality:
+honest
+loyal
+brave
-proud
-impulsive
-impatient

Bio:
Alexandra's parents should have seen trouble coming from a young age. Alex was always a free spirit, even as a child. Really, she took after her father-- it was her mother who was the strict one. Coming from a socialite family made of money, the woman expected Alex to follow in her footsteps. As a child, she was thrown into lesson after lesson, trying to teach the girl how to act like a proper lady, and how to act in public. But in secret, she and her father would make fun of the instructors, and even play pranks on them.

Perhaps life wouldn't have been so bad if her father hadn't gotten sick. It wasn't fair-- he was young, he was supposed to be healthy and be around to watch her grow up. With his passing, her mother took on the responsibilities of being mother and father, and barely waited a year before remarrying someone that her mother introduced her to. Once again, Alex was swept into the world of fancy parties and money, a world that she hated.

She started acting out at thirteen, and her very first act of insubordination was pretty extreme. She burned every single dress she owned, throwing them out onto the lawn and lighting them on fire. When that didn't work, she took to doing other things: running away, dressing in black, cutting her hair, anything to piss her mom and stepfather off. They finally had enough when she was fifteen, and sent her off. She's been here ever since, biding her time until she's eighteen.

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

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"Trust me, it's perfectly normal to have cold feet the night before your wedding." Arianna spoke into her cell phone as she snipped a couple stems on some roses, the latest order of flowers she was working on. Her boss was out somewhere, but that didn't surprise or bother Ari. The woman was pretty erratic, and not alot of people could handle her out there-ness. Arianna, personally, found it endearing on the middle aged woman. She just wished that Tessa would slow it down some, considering the woman had just gotten out of the hospital a few months back for a minor stroke.

Yet there was no slowing her down, so Ari was just left to go with the flow. She kept up as best she could, but thankfully, Tessa returned Ari's feelings about her, which is why she'd had the job as her assistant at the flower shop for longer than anyone else. Going on two years, now. It wasn't the grandest job out there, but it was a job that made people smile. Who didn't like making others smile? Besides, Tessa worked with her schedule.

Though Arianna once had dreams of going off to school and leaving this town, those dreams had been flushed down the toilet when her mom got sick. The diagnosis had happened almost five years ago, shortly after Arianna's first real heartbreak. She'd been forced to get up and over him as they realized her mother was never going to be the same. She lasted about two and a half years before finally passing peacefully in her sleep.

Their dad did the best he could, working overtime every week to make sure that Arianna and her sister Anne Marie were always cared for. Anne Marie was turning thirteen this year, and to be fair, Henry had no idea how to raise or deal with a teenager. That left those duties to Arianna, so when Henry needed her to, Arianna would take care of her. Of course, Anne Marie refused to admit that she was still a child who definitely still needed a babysitter at times.

"No, you shouldn't kick Lacey out of the wedding now." Arianna tried to reason with the soon to be bride, who was actually a good friend of Ari's. "I know she royally pissed you off, but it's the night before, Kass. Do you really wanna try to find another maid of honor in the next twenty-four hours? Not even?" Clipping the last rose, she picked up the rest off the counter and started arranging them into a beautiful bouquet, placing them in water in a glass vase.

"See? You just needed some reassurance." Arianna responded easily to Kass, fluffing out the flowers. "You love Ricky, and he loves you. And as far as Lacey goes, we all know she's a bitch. She's been a bitch ever since her boobs cropped up." The girls laughed, and it wasn't much longer before they said their goodbyes. As Arianna hung up, she chuckled softly, setting her phone on the counter. Turning to grab a ribbon from the ribbon rack, she froze when she heard a familiar voice.

Her eyes landed on the nearby stereo, that was normally playing so softly you could barely hear it. The music bothered Tessa, so Ari normally kept the volume low. But since Tessa was out and about today, Ari had turned it up. But the voice coming out of the speakers now made Arianna wish that she hadn't. She couldn't move, could barely breathe. Hearing his voice, even coming through a set of old speakers, made her feel like he was there, in front of her.

Liam.

Oh, how she missed him. She would always miss him, Alexa said, because he was her first. Nothing would compare, but she would find someone new, someday. It had been five years since that awful day. She'd heard that he'd come into town once a few years back, but she hadn't seen him. He hadn't come to her and she surely hadn't gone to him. And then he was gone again, making it in LA just like he'd always wanted.

Without thinking about it, she reached for the stereo and shut the whole thing off. The silence broke her through the rest of her trance, and she shakily grabbed a piece of purple ribbon to tie in a bow around the vase. There was a rumor going around that Liam would be at Ricky and Kass' wedding, but Arianna didn't believe it. Why would he come back for that? Why, when he had missed other important things, like birthdays, graduations, parties in general...

Shaking her head, she continued working, humming her own music to herself to keep her mind off the song she'd just heard playing.

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By the time the next day rolled around, Arianna had forgotten all about Liam. She woke up and showered, making sure Anne Marie was up as well. Despite the fact it was summer, the girl didn't need to sleep til twelve. Plus she was coming with Ari to the wedding, since their father was working that day. Used to Anne Marie stomping around the house, Arianna promptly ignored her attitude as she got herself ready.

The morning turned into afternoon and Arianna glanced at her phone, realizing it was past time to go. "Shit. Anne Marie!" She shrieked up the stairs, her younger sister popping her head out of the bathroom, not even ready. "Come on, we needed to go like fifteen minutes ago."

Anne Marie scoffed and disappeared again. Some twenty minutes later, they were finally leaving the house, arriving at the mansion. Anne Marie promptly disappeared to find her friends, to which Arianna sighed and just shrugged. Grabbing the present she'd picked out for bride and groom, as well as the flower bouquet she'd made for them, she hopped out of her car and headed for the party.

Alexa found her right away, gripping her arm and leading her to the present table. "Have you heard?"

"What?" Arianna asked as she set her flowers down, glancing in the brunette's direction.

"He's coming!"

Arianna rolled her eyes. "Doubtful, Lex."

"What would you do?" She asked, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Doesn't matter, he's not coming." Arianna snapped back, shutting the girl up. For a moment, at least, before she started off about something else. As far as Arianna was concerned, she'd moved on. At least, that's what she needed everyone-- herself included-- to think. She and Lex went to find their seats, Liam already forgotten.

 

[FreeFaller]

Xavier Oslow

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  Age: 17
  Gender: Male
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  Eye Color: Gray
  Hair Color: Black
  Height/Weight: 6'0"/ 150 lbs
  Body Type: Athletic
  Tattoos/Piercings/Etc. None
  Why did you parent send you: Burglary, refusing to follow the family trend of going to law school.
  
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  Likes:
  -His space-
  -Cloud watching-
  -Stargazing-
  
  Dislikes:
  -Incarceration-
  -Nosy people-
  -The deep ocean-
  
  
• 
  
  
  Xavier was born the youngest of four on the lower east side. His family was a rather normal one, his father was an engineer, really good with his hands and a quick thinker. His mother was a pediatrician who had a master's under her belt. Needless to say, his parents were hard workers and set the bar high for himself and his siblings to reach. X's eldest brother Matthew was the golden child, perfect mind, and perfect body. He eventually went on to be a stockbroker on Wall Street, and his other siblings went down the same path of ambition, which left Xavier as somewhat of a lone wolf. He inherited the mind that his parents passed down, but not the drive. He was always a chill person, who never took his schooling or much else that seriously. He wouldn't shoot for straight A's since his siblings had done that their whole lives. X instead always aimed just for passing, skating his way through things without much care. He quickly took to getting into trouble, breaking and entering, vandalism, things of that nature. He would regularly have his parents get him out of trouble and express their discontent with his behavior. This was pretty much the narrative for Xavier before being sent away.
  
  There came a point where his parents finally had enough of their child's immaturity and misbehaving. He had refused to follow their wishes time and time again to follow in either of their footsteps or even attempt to make something of himself in this world. Instead, it seemed he only held an interest in defying their wishes and doing what he wanted. For this reason, they figured a year in jail would set their delinquent son straight, perhaps scare him onto walking the right path in life. ​

Spoiler: Writing Sample

Hades had found himself on the first of Spring once again, to gather with the rest of the gods for the annual sacrifice mortals usually practiced. He liked the idea of not having to over see the Underworld for at least a single day of the year, though the practice never really applied to himself. Out of the three, Zeus and Poseidon obviously were favored opposed to him. He was, after all the one given the worst job of the three. Because of his exclusion, seldom did sacrifices come his way, if they weren't to go to the brothel that is. Letting out a sigh, he snapped out of his daze, waking up to his reality once again. He rose from his throne, looking out over the devastation that was the Underworld. After spending centuries there, he had no choice but to call it home, which he had no problem with doing at this point. Though, he found no spark in his life anymore, he was alone in this for the most part.


Century after century he played the fearsome god of death itself. He was the threat that mortals used as the scapegoat for most of their problems and he had no choice but to assume this role. There was no doubt that after all this time, this was where he belonged, but his hunger for something more had always been there. That was his reasoning for tampering with mortals for the most part, his discontent with his current role as ruler of the dead. Enforcing eternal punishment and maintaining chaos was something that even he wished to get away from. Which was why the coming of the annual sacrifice would prove to be a breath of fresh air. Even if he were not to receive this sacrifice.


Upon arriving to Olympus, he was immediately hit with the news of the mortals' betrayal. Hades being who he was, wasn't going to believe mere rumors, he knew already the gods could be deceitful. Moving with his calm demeanor he entered the Chamber of the Gods where they all conspired usually. He found Zeus and Poseidon there, expressions of distaste plastered on their faces. He nonchalantly strolled up to them both, taking the opportunity to hear what was actually happening. Zeus furrowed his brow, staring at the ground, "We ensure they're safety and this is how they treat this ceremony? It should be any mortal's dream to serve us.." Poseidon nodded, "I'd say they face our wrath. Whoever or whatever it was that dare destroy our offerings in such a manner." Hades raised an eyebrow over at Poseidon whom had picked up on it and looked back over at him. An evil smirk spread across his face, "Zeus. Why don't we allow Hades to handle this one?" Hades immediately narrowed his eyes, "I refuse. Why should I have to bother with the mortals?" Zeus looked over at Hades and smirked, "You show them our wrath Hades. Find out who dare disrespect their gods in such a manner and you can take the offering for yourself, how's that sound hm?" Hades rolled his eyes, he didn't want to be bothered with playing investigator, but the offering sounded appealing, "Fine."


From Olympus, he could see the village he would be taking as his prey. He decided he would get this over quick and easy, and that was through fear. Striking fear into mortal's hearts was never tricky for him though, he was quite used to this by now. He could hear prayers begging for forgiveness as he approached, but could also hear loud cursing of all the gods' names which intrigued him. He decided to put on quite the show, summoning fire around him as he approached the offerings and the pitiful villagers that cowered in fear. He looked among them registering their faces as they looked on.


At the front of the crowd was the offering herself, who had been bound and brought before the totems. Scanning her face, she seemed to be the one enraged and was probably the one that had been cursing them before. He grinned at her and approached, his trail of fire following, "Girl. Rise to your feet now and answer me quickly and truthfully." Hades gave her a cold stare, "Tell me who it was that destroyed our offerings, now."

 

[LindsMagee]

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[radical]

Spoiler: Writing Sample

To save his own life, he would have to kill the overseer. Boyd took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and plunged his pickax into the Overseer’s gut. Blood splattered everywhere, several slaves gasped, and the boy fled. As more guards surged toward him to intercept him, he plunged his pickax into them too. It was like he was seeing red, after he killed the first person, he couldn’t stop. Soon, Boyd was nearing the wall. Arrows whizzed toward him and he somehow dodged them. He struck one guard after another. The boy was just an inch away from the wall when he felt a fist collide with his head. Darkness enveloped him.

Boyd’s eyes snapped open as light shone through the murky glass. He tried to get up but found his arms and legs bound by iron chains. He looked around. There were slightly rusted metal bars surrounding him like a cage. Just then, a soldier walked in and opened the door to his jail cell. He grabbed the boy’s arms and jerked him up.

“Where are we going?” Boyd murmured hoarsely.

“You’ll see soon, son,” the soldier replied vaguely as he dragged the boy up the stairs. They took countless turns and climbed up many staircases until they reached two large double doors. Painted on the doors were the Royal insignia of Adarlan. Boyd gulped. He had been to this room for his trial. Slowly, like un-oiled cogs, the wheels in his head began turning. If he was here for his sentence and then brought back after killing his overseer, he was probably going to be...executed. The word rang in the boy’s head over and over. Executed, executed, executed. No, it can’t be! His mind told himself. He was too young to die and too young to comprehend death itself. The wheels in Boyd’s head turned faster and faster, trying to find a way around death.

“Kid, pay attention,” the soldier whispered as he shoved the boy forward into the room.

“Your Highness!” The soldier dropped into a low bow. Boyd stood still as a statue.

“Kid!” The soldier reprimanded and shoved him with one arm. The boy stumbled and fell to the ground. As he stood up, he saw the king rolling his eyes in boredom.

“Mr. Boyd, you have been convicted of, blah, blah, blah.” Boyd’s mind began wandering away before the first words came out of the king’s mouth.

The boy whispered the names of his beloved who had died at the hands of the king, “Dad, mom, Rosalind, Archer, F-Fin,” he stumbled as a tear rolled down his cheek. I am not going to die by the blade of the king, not when I have a long future ahead of me and many people to avenge. Boyd thought to himself as determination surged from his heart and filled his veins. The boy racked his mind for ways to escape. All of a sudden, a crazy and stupid plan popped into his head. His ideas was to somehow break through his shackles and make a mad dash for the nearest window, then jump through it. His blood danced and his skin tingled. Boyd flashbacked to the moment when his whole family was executed when he was young. They were all killed for being suspected magic wielders. The boy was spared only because the witnesses said he seemed to have no inkling of magic in his veins. It really wasn’t true. He had pure, strong magic in his veins, and it only acted when there was a strong threat. With a yowl of determination, Boyd broke free of the shackles and ran. The next few seconds went in slow motion for him. Arrows whizzed past him, but somehow, his body dodged them. The boy zeroed in on the nearest window. Boyd pumped his arms and pushed his legs as much as he possibly could. He thrust his arms forward and dived through the window. Boyd sailed through, glass plummeting with him. Only to realize he had dove to his death.

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  Age; 16
  
  Gender; female
  
  Sexuality; hetero
  
  reason for being sent; shoplifting, does not practice Hinduism,
  improper behavior (disobedience, skipping school,
  not following Hindu traditions)
  
  height; 5'4"
  
  weight; 105
  
  body type; hourglass, slim
  
  tattoos, piercings, etc; none
  
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  Likes; makeup, revealing clothes (revealing in her parent's standards), candy/junk food, her credit card
  
  Dislikes; parents, rules, school
  
  +nice (when she gets what she wants) +positive
  -disobedient -stubborn -sassy -charms her way through things
  
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  Ashvitha was born on the Kartik Purnima which is the celebration of the god Brahma who is dubbed "creator". Her parents believed that she was a blessing from The Goddess of Fertility: Parvati. In her younger years, she was an obedient girl who did well in school and made many friends but after the family immigrated to America, she totally changed. She was no longer a sweet, loving girl. Her parents believe that a Rakshasi was possessing her but it was really the loneliness of being ripped away from her best friends and being thrust into a new environment that made her change. Her parents think that if they send her to the facility, she will change
  

 

[peachpuff]

Wip

 

[radical]

Rory McIntire
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  Age: 16
  
  Gender: female
  
  Sexuality: heterosexual
  
  
  Height/Weight: 5’2” 103 lbs.
  
  Body Type: banana, slim but athletic
  
  Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: She has the date her family died tattooed
  on her collarbone and has lots of scars on her legs and arms.
  
  Why did your parent send you:
  She is an undercover agent sent to investigate the facility. Her cover reason for coming is stealing her parent’s credit cards.​
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  Likes: reading, singing, painting, food
  Dislikes: Blood, small spaces, planes/helicopters
  
  Personality: Rory is claustrophobic because of the helicopter crash, whenever she gets stuck in small spaces, she always gets flashbacks and panic attacks. She is also a bit shy but once she gets to know you, she warms up to you. Rory is very fierce and determined but kind and loyal too. She is usually hostile towards people she thinks are threats. Last but not least, Rory is pretty observant.​
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  When she was 11, her family rented a helicopter to drive around the mountains. Unfortunately, there was a blizzard and the helicopter crashed. Everyone else died immediately from impact but by a miracle, Rory survived. For 48 hours, she was trapped in the crashed helicopter because the roof had fallen over her head and her legs were jammed in the seat in front of her. Finally, a rescue team found her. It took several hours to get her trapped legs out and she was left with a permanently disabled left leg and scars all over her arms and legs. After she left the hospital, she went to foster care and was eventually adopted. Even to this day, she is still haunted by the fateful day that her family perished.​

 

[Greekgeek1213]

Name: Jacy Stevens
Age: 17
Gender: Agender
Sexuality: Asexual (And Aromantic)


Eye Color: Amber
Hair Color: {Unlike in picture} Dark Brown
Height/Weight: 5’3 and 118 lbs
Body Type: Rectangle figure-type. Slim, but not athletic. Not curvy.
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: Tattoos of a black ring on their right hand’s middle finger and a white ring on their left hand’s middle finger, as that is a small way they stay true to themself and show that they are asexual and aromantic.

Why did you parent send you: Being ‘too LGBT’ and being an atheist instead of being a ‘good Catholic girl’ like their aunt and uncle wanted them to be.

Likes:
*Singing
*A good book
*Being free to be themself
Dislikes:
*Bullying
*Being told they are a ‘nothing’ child
*Being in jail for not doing any crimes

Personality: Jacy is usually happy and optimistic. They enjoy being themself at school and being with their friends who accept them as they are. At home, they try to keep that side of them on the down-low, out of respect of their aunt and uncle, but if asked about it, they will answer honestly and with pride. In other situations, such as in the prison, they are to themself and very quiet. They might also get emotional sometimes, but for the most part they will keep whatever they are feeling inside.
Bio: Jacy had a bit of a rocky start. Their family was always very Catholic, and very old-fashioned Catholic at that, so when their mom (who married into the family but was very lax when it came to the religious stuff) passed away from cancer and their dad found that ‘Jocelyn’ wasn’t being ‘herself’ starting at the age of 12, they were sent to their aunt and uncle, who worked at the local cathedral as a priest. The couple was strict and made sure to shove religion down Jacy’s throat every chance they could, even through abusive means. As time went on, and Jacy found out about themself in the way of identities and orientations through their friends and school, their aunt and uncle found them utterly repulsive. God wasn’t providing the two the perfect niece they worked so hard to make ‘her’ become, and it was getting on their nerves. Jacy was sent to a Catholic school for girls during their third year of high school, and with the leaving of their friends from their old school, which they considered their home, they decided to run away. However, they hadn’t gotten far before they were caught, and instead of staying any longer with their aunt and uncle, they were sent to the prison to have them ‘set straight as God made ‘her’ to be’.

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Spoiler: Writing Sample

Tears. Tears, tears, tears. They just couldn’t stop. Stop the crying into their friend’s shoulder, the friend that they wouldn’t ever see again. All become of them. Their rules, their religion, their hate. Those two people who kept Jacy from being themself. From living and loving the life they wanted to live.
A hand went up and down their back.
“You still have your phone, right? We can always text and call each other, and we can try to hang out whenever your aunt and uncle are busy,” Lola offered, trying to settle her best friend down.
“Yeah, and if you ever need to, my folks and I will gladly take you in!” Jacy gave a quivering smile. Mark was always so nice, so giving. Ze had been friends with them since the first grade. But their aunt and uncle, their utter demons, would cause trouble for Mark’s family, they just knew it.
“I...I don’t know...”
Just then, the bell rang. The period, and their last few moments together as friends, had ended. Time for the school day to end, and their hell to reach the next level.

 

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- Nikola Scaveczka
- "Niki"
- Female
- Ten
- Heterosexual
- No boyfriend; single

- Hazel eyes
- Light brown hair
- 4'1"
- 80lbs
- Skinny
- Ear piercings

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Her reason for being in prison: Theft and bad mannerisms
Likes:
+ Reading
+ Drawing
+ Animals
+ Making friends
+ Muffins
+ Taking things that she likes
Dislikes:
- Loud noises
- Violence
- Rude people
- Being judged
Strengths:
+ She is stealthy
+ She makes great plans []Mostly for stealing[]
+ She is small
Weaknesses:
- She can't help but to steal things
- She can often be too loud
- She can be too kind to people
Bio: Nikola came from a strict Christian family that believed anything besides perfection was a sin. They raised Nikola on their beliefs and ideals, but she paid them no mind. She didn't care about their ideals. They didn't affect her. She was the perfect child in her parents eyes, except how she dressed. They always tried to get her to wear dresses, but she managed to find her way out the door in jeans and a t-shirt. But as she got older she felt an invisible pull towards random items. They had no value or meaning to her, but she felt she needed them. She resorted to taking them. Granted none of them were considered actual theft because they weren't in a store. She had felt guilty at first, but ignored it later.
Then she escalated to actual thievery. When she would go to the store with her parents she would sneak things into her pockets. She sat back as the alarms went off and her mother's receipt was checked. They suspected nothing and she got away scotch free. This continued for four years before her parents found out. Her father found a pair of earbuds he knew were not bought for her. After questioning and piecing things together he realized she had been stealing. He grounded her, took away the things she stole, took away her devices, and restricted her time with friends. She was no longer allowed in stores, but if she was they kept an eye on her at all times. She still managed to steal a few things here and there, but nothing like she used to. Just after her tenth birthday they sent her to the prison to bend her into a perfect little girl.

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hello, hello!
i'm trying something almost entirely new to me with this one; after learning divs a while back i think im on a roll now, and i've successfully (i think) managed to figure out classes, somewhat, almost all by myself :")
almost, because a lot of the self-learning came from staring and referencing various of /u/altera's codes as well as the code that was used in his and /u/sugarvine's collaborative code workshop, fever dreams

they're both amazing coders, bless their work, and go check them out if you haven't. esp altera's sortof lessons on some of the crazier parts of bbcode+, i think anyone could learn a lot from that.

i feel like this idea is super unoriginal, so apologies in advance to anyone who may have done something similar in the past, but i promise u i didn't take the idea from any existing code that i've seen or know of! i'm sure ur code is really good!

i think i might come back one day and freshen this up a lil, but i'm lowkey way too tired to try and improve it rn lmao
this code is free to use for anyone who can figure it out through this mess, but please do not remove this tab or edit it in any way, bc this code, like all other codes, took a lot of my time!!! a stupid amount of time tbh lmao so yeah! i'd appreciate if this credit was kept!

Uxie

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Spoiler: Writing Sample

Mamie stood as her name was called. She smoothed her jumper and walked to the door with the Facilitator. She kept her back straight and eyes forward. She would show nothing about her panic. She was going to pass. She would be deemed perfect. She would be. She would be. She would be. She....would be. Right? She had to pass.
She stepped through into the room. The room that would determine her fate. It was all white. Blindingly so like her own living quarters. It was so small, though, much smaller than any of the rooms in her quarters. In the room was a simple pedestal with a knife placed neatly on it. 'It must be perfect,' she told herself as she eyes the weapon. She despised weapons. Beyond the pedestal was a woman with brown hair pulled back in the mandatory ponytail and the standard issue blue jumper. The Facilitator spoke up in her cold voice. "This Evaluation will test your physical capabilities in combat. Your Perfection count will be determined by the number and severity of injuries you inflict on the subject. She has been deemed as Imperfect, and, as such, lethal force is not discouraged."
Mamie looked at the woman then at the knife. She had to fight the woman? Kill her? Or simply hurt her to become perfect? She looked back at the Facilitator, who remained calm and cold. She bit her pale lip, causing the blood to pool underneath her skin. Could she do this? Would she be able to pass. She stepped forward and grabbed the knife. It felt wrong in her hand. She watched it in her hand like it would bite her if she wasn't careful. She looked back up at the woman. She couldn't be much older than Mamie herself.
She looked into her eyes and mouthed the words 'I'm sorry'. She stepped around the pedestal. She whispered the word 'perfection' to herself as she held up the weapon. Her hands shook and she kept muttering 'perfection'. She swiped the knife at the girl, closing her eyes. She didn't even know if she hit the girl, but she did something. That would count for something, right?

 

[minajesty]

( name ) · reina montgomery
( age ) · sixteen years old
( gender ) · female
( sexuality ) · heterosexual

( eye color ) · dark brown
( hair color ) · black
( height/weight ) · 4'11 , 110lbs
( body type ) · slim yet curvy in some areas
( modifications ) · ear piercings and a rose tattoo on her breastbone

( why did you parent send you ) · sneaking out late at night and not coming home for a few days & being "involved" with boys. also a few major things such as burglary, public intoxication, vandalism, and more.

( likes ) · almost all kinds of fruit, guys that are older than her, getting away from all of her responsibilities, animals, low cut shirts, looking her best, her brother, hanging out with friends, and listening to music
( dislikes ) · being told what to do, the constant bickering between her and her parents, closed off spaces, awkward silence, people who don't know how to have fun, feeling underestimated, crying in front of people, and physical pain

( personality ) · at first approach, she is the girl who doesn't care what people think of her. she can be as loud as she wants and she isn't afraid to say what's on her mind. even when she does wrong, she is too hard headed to ever admit that she is. she likes having fun but her definition of fun is exactly why she was enrolled here. but once you get to really know her, you will come to realize that all she wants is attention from her parents and acting out is the only way she believes it will work.
( biography ) · for most of her childhood, she spent it at home with her brother and the nanny. the only time she would see her parents is when they would pack for business trips. even though she had her brother there for support, it was never enough for her. she wanted a normal family. and to her there was only one way to get there attention.

reina started doing little things at school to try and get into trouble. she would argue with the teacher and pick fights with the students. talking back was always something she did during elementary school. once she hit middle school, would continue picking fights with students and talking back to teachers but this time it was on an everyday basis. her parents were called out of work for parent meetings. unfortunately for her, the amount of attention she was getting wasn't what she wanted. all they would do is ground her and they would go back to work. so she decided to kick it up a noch.

once she hit high school, everyone thought she was done with her antics. she even joined the dance team which made a spark of hope in the parents. had their daughter really stopped? was this it? no. while at school, she was experimenting and exploring with boys on a daily bases. she refused to do most of her homework but her file and her history, it was progress. but at the last school rally she completely proved them wrong. while performing, she pulled a prank. interrupted the whole dance number and danced in "lewd" ways with the crowd. by then, that was enough to kick her off not only the team but out of school entirely.

now she is landed herself in this facility, just waiting to turn eighteen so she can get out.

( relationships ) · pending. . .

 

[minajesty]

( name ) · ryker montgomery
( age ) · seventeen years old
( gender ) · male
( sexuality ) · bisexual

( eye color ) · light blue
( hair color ) · black
( height/weight ) · 5'4 , 122lbs
( body type ) · skinny with a bit of muscle on his arms
( modifications ) · none

( why did you parent send you ) · caught in bed with a boy by the boy's parents, going out and drinking with friends & breaking into an abandon asylum just for fun

( likes ) · sunsets, rainy days, animals, loose fitted clothes, wearing necklaces and rings, reality tv, lifetime movies, sleeping all day, listening to music, hanging out with friends, drawing, painting, mexican food
( dislikes ) · being told what to do, obnoxious people, when someone takes his things without asking, crying in front of other people, loud thunder claps, being woken up from a deep sleep, physical pain, not able to go out and have fun with other people

( personality ) · ryker is your average teenager of this generation: he likes the idea of socializing and making lots of friends but he would be too shy to make the first move. but once you actually confront him and talk to him, he can be a very nice guy. once he warms up to you, trouble making is his forte. he loves the spikes of adrenaline he feels when he's not doing what he's supposed to. and like all brothers, he is highly protective of his younger sister but he picks on her like regular siblings do. most don't know this about him but he absolutely does have a dark side hidden within himself. it takes a to force the anger out of him but when you do, it's hard to stop him from throwing punches. even his words are as nasty as his blows to people's faces.
( biography ) · unlike his sister, he had no problem with hanging out with his nanny & his parents being away from home 24/7. it was never a problem with him since he always found something he could do around the house. from playing guitar to writing poems, no one would have thought that he had a bad bone in his body. it was unclear as to who convinced him that doing wrong was a good thing, but everything he did wasn't as bad as his sister. the real reason as to why he was sent here is because of what he was caught doing.

ryker was the type to go out and party with friends, we all know it. but he was never the type to experiment with sexual activities. but , ya'know, being drunk can make you do lots of things without you even knowing it. one night, he stayed at his friends house. they were doing normal guy things up until things started getting a little heated between them. it started out as kissing but then it led to a whole lot more. the next morning, ryker's friend's mom found them in bed together and she went ballistic.

long story short, ryker's parents not support him in what he had done so they sent him to the facility along with his sister. but the fling with his friend now leaves him confused about his sexuality.

( relationships ) · pending. . .

Spoiler: writing sample

Arabella groaned a little when the sunlight hit directly into her eyes from the open window. Did she really forget to close it last night? Yes. She did. After a few seconds of mentally scolding herself, she rolled a bit and stopped when she felt something furry by her leg. What the hell? Looking down, she seen Layla curled up right next to her. She just smiled and untangled herself from the sheets.

But she knew that it was a big mistake getting up so fast. The heavy sensation in her head weighed her down causing her to groan in pain.

I was drinking last night?, she asked herself. It was the only reasonable explanation to this pounding headache she woke up with. She had promised herself that she wouldn't get into the alcohol. She had failed herself.

Oh well the deed is done. Just go get some water and relax yourself.

Getting up and changing into a plain outfit, she made her way downstairs. Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, she opened it up and took a gulp of water. The feeling of the water hitting her dry throat was a relief.

But looking around, Bella's eyes widened at the mess. Ugh, its filthy in this kitchen. But it was something she should expect from a group of hormonal and drunk teenagers. Even from the kitchen, she could see that some of them hadn't exactly made it back into bed.

Some unknown teenager had fell asleep on the beach chairs. Not your problem, Arabella. She just shrugged it off and stayed in the kitchen drinking her water.

 

[LindsMagee]

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• Basic Info
• Personality & Bio

• 
  
  Name:
  Tempest Brekkr
  Age: [10-17]
  17
  Gender:
  Female
  Sexuality:
  Hetero
  
  Eye Color:
  Green
  Hair Color:
  Brown
  Height/Weight:
  5'7 120lbs
  Body Type:
  Slim/Hourglass
  Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.
  
  Why did you parent send you: [Can be one word or a description, as long as it's clear]
  Attempting to run away. Not following their orders.​
• 
  
  Likes: [3+]
  -Traveling
  -Music
  -Reading
  Dislikes: [3+]
  -Big egos
  -Laziness
  -Loud people
  Personality: [Optional. Do as much or as little as you want]
  Calm, cool, and collected. Minds her own business, but will fight back if messed with.
  Bio: [1-2 paragraphs]
  Tempest was born into a wealthy family in Moscow, Russia. They sent her to a number of boarding schools in various countries and would only bring her back if they needed to make a family appearance for political or social gain. She started to get in trouble in boarding school because she stood up for the people who couldn't stand up for themselves. She also got into the party scene as a way to cope with her rough family life. She graduated high school early do to her great grades, but when she got back to Russia her parents were not proud. If she ever did anything slightly wrong her parents would punish her for it until she got it perfect. She finally had enough at the age of 16 when they tried to marry her off to another wealthy man, so that they could reap the benefits. Tempest attempted to run away, but got caught. When she put up too much of a fight, her parents sent her to this prison so she could come out reformed and submissive to them.
  Relationships: N/A [until accepted]
  Open ​

• Basic Info
• Personality & Bio

• 
  Name:
  Elysian Dalir
  Age: [10-17]
  17
  Gender:
  Male
  Sexuality:
  Bisexual
  
  Eye Color:
  Blue
  Hair Color:
  Brown
  Height/Weight:
  6'3 170lbs
  Body Type:
  Lean Muscle
  Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.
  
  Why did you parent send you: [Can be one word or a description, as long as it's clear]
  Suspicions of dealing. Personal Safety.
  
• 
  Likes: [3+]
  -Money
  -Kickboxing
  -Alcohol
  Dislikes: [3+]
  -Snitches
  -Ignorance
  -Laziness
  Personality: [Optional. Do as much or as little as you want]
  Extremely charming and flirtatious, but analytical and observant of everything. Doesn't trust anyone. Works Hard for Success.
  Bio: [1-2 paragraphs]
  Elysian are up in New York city in an orphanage. Throughout his early years, he jumped between foster families, but no one ever kept him in the end. He was beginning to give up hope on ever belonging to a home. However, around the age of 8 Martha and John Dalir adopted him and raised him in a large apartment on the upper east side of the city. Elysian had a good life and made great grades in school, but he wanted more from the world. So, when Elysian was about 13, he began working his way up the streets and quickly became a high profile dealer. He was known for rich clientele and went by an alias on the streets. He made many allies, but also many enemies. Elysian remained to top of his class and still attended school to ensure that his parents wouldn't suspect anything. When his parents found a stack of cash when cleaning his room, they became curious about how Elysian was making so much money. They confronted him about it and he attempted to lie his way out of it. They didn't believe him and sent him to this prison in an attempt to reform his life before he got caught or hurt.
  Relationships: N/A [until accepted]
  Open
  

Spoiler: Writing sample

He stood in the doorway. His mouth numb and knuckles bloodied. Ribs blackened to a deep shade of violet with hints of blue seeping through. He didn’t mean for this to happen, he never does. Unbuttoning his shirt with shaking fingers, he slowly sat down on the bed. A familiar tone rang in his ears and he turned his head towards the side table. His hands steadied as he picked up the phone with a sharsh click. “What did you do?” a voice yelled through the other line. With an indifferent voice, Elysian answered “What had to be done.” Flashes of the night rumbled through his mind. The other man was dead and that was all that mattered. “Don’t you know what the captain will do to you if he finds out what you-” his friends voice faded into nothing as Elysian’s body and mind went numb. He would deal with this tomorrow and everything would be fine. But for now, he needed sleep. His sleep was filled with nightmares of blood and screams. Waking up in a cold sweat, Elysian looked towards his bedroom door in surprise. As the shadow of a man pulled out a gun, Elysian said one last prayer and shut his eyes, welcoming death with open arms.

 

[JustAlexandra]

Name: August Ladalea
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight


Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown
Height/Weight: 5'10, 140
Body Type: Lean/Slightly muscular
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: N/A

Why did you parent send you: Refusing to work for the family business and eventually taking it over as CEO.

Likes:
Bananas
Pranks
Disrespecting authority

Dislikes:
Cranberry juice
"Yappy" dogs
Prissy Bitches

Personality:
Goofy
Hard Headed
Sarcastic

Bio: August's was born into wealth. Extreme wealth. The type of wealth where you can go out and buy 10 jet skis and not bat an eye. It's ridiculous, honestly. August was never really enthralled by the idea of money. He knew it had worth, and he was grateful that they never wanted for anything, but he also felt guilty. So many people he knew and saw needed money badly, and he always tried to help people out when he could. His parents didn't like his generosity though. The way they saw it, if he continued to give "handouts" the family would soon have people bothering them all the time for money, as if they didn't have enough of that.

August never wanted to be apart of the family business. He didn't have a business mindset, and frankly, he didn't give a shit about coffee. August's family owned several large coffee plantations, and the work was boring. He would rather be out there in the fields actually doing something he could see the results of, but instead his parents wanted him to be confined to a desk, doing the desk work of a CEO. He had no interest whatsoever, which is how he ended up where he is.

Relationships: N/A [until accepted​

 

[radical]

Name: Seth Potawatomi
Age: 17
Gender: male
Sexuality: pansexual

Height/Weight: 6’1”
Body Type: buff, he is the sort of guy with huge biceps and a six pack
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: tongue piercing, a flame tattoo on his back

Why did your parent send you: He is a rebellious teenager who has run away from home many times, destroyed many household objects, stolen money, and shoplifted. He has also attempted suicide and has a self harm problem.
Likes: video games, money, isolation
Dislikes: rules, police, prying people

Personality: He can only be described as a wildfire that rages eternally. Seth distructs everything in his path, including himself.
Bio:
When Seth was little, his mother was murdered. Since his father was low on money and had two people to support, the stress began to wear him down and he became a drinking addict and drug junkie. Over the years, Seth has been in and out of home but his father recently lost his parental rights so he is in a foster home now.
Relationships: N/A
​

 

[TheLemonTree]

Name: Rain Fell North
Age: sixteen
Gender:Feminine
Sexuality: Straight

Eye Color: Rain's eyes Shift colors, but tend to stay between a dark ocean blue to A pale Grey-blue.
Hair Color: pink
Height/Weight:5'5, 120
Body Type: Rain has A slim but toned body.
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: Rain Has three Piercings in each ear.

Why did you parent send you: Rain was sent here because she Tends to Resent her step father with Many pranks Whether they be big or small. Her Mother and step dad finally got fed up and sent her here.

Likes: Candy, Animals, Music, Dancing
Dislikes: Bullies, Being told what to do, Being alone

Personality: Rain is a very Clever girl, She tends to Simply laugh things off and is not one to Cry and run away from a problem. She can be Fun to be around but she can also be very Mean and detached to people she doesn't like, usually straight up ignoring that person.
Bio: Rain Was born into A loving family, Her father was in the army so She tended to Move around a lot but she was a happy kid. She never really had to worry about much, Her family had decent money. Everything changed when the news that her father had died hit the house, She became withdrawn and Depressed, When her mother remarried Things only got worse. Rain began to Pull Harsh Pranks on her Step father and started being overly disrespectful To her Mother. The girl was then sent to The Facility when her parents could no longer control her.

Relationships: N/A

Spoiler: Writing sample

Cold thats all that Rain could feel, Blackness filled her vision, She could only hear buzzing. 'Had her father really died?' She thought to herself 'Well of course not.' She followed up. She Tried to Sort out her Thoughts but the buzzing made her head hurt, her stomach felt like a void as she started to See and Hear again. The Small girl Could see sunshine seeping in through the window of the hospital room, It didn't Look right to her, Rain would seem more appropriate. How could the world be so happy when her father died, Why did the sky not weep? These thoughts made her frustrated and she Felt herself Begin to Cry, the first tears she had spilled for her father, but not the last. The Weeping Child looked up at the wooden hospital door as it creaked open and her mother walked into the room, Looking as broken as Rain felt. It might sound cruel but she was glad that someone else felt the way she did, She Felt glad in a Selfish, Childish way, But she was still Glad

@ JustAlexandra