Realistic or Modern You're The Best Mistake

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Name:

Age (18-20):

Gender:

Sexuality:

Role:

College of choice:

Future Career:

Height:

Weight:

Hair Color:

Eye Color:

Build:

Nationality:

Ethnicity:

Tattoos or Piercings:

Scars or Birthmarks:

Writing Sample:

(Yes I am not really asking for the traditional personality, likes, dislikes thing, mainly because the character personalities are set. I would like for everyone to provide a writing sample, it can be from another rp or make one for this particular character. The more detailed the better. THIS IS A MAJOR DECIDING FACTOR at least 2 paragraphs!)

M Y G I R L

Name: Tia King

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Role: Girl 3

College of Choice: Duke University

Future Career: Psychologist

Height: 5'3"

Weight: 108 lbs

Hair Color: Brunette with Blonde highlights

Eye Color: Brown

Build: Petite

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: French, Puerto Rican

Tattoos or Piercings: None

Scars or Birthmarks: None

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[AmRosey]

Lala Johnson

"I'm still living in 'I want' land - Population = ME"

Age (18-20): 18


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Role: Girl #1


College of choice: New York University


Future Career: Cosmetologist


Height: 5'5


Weight: 119lbs


Hair Color: Dark brown


Eye Color: Hazel


Build: Slim, but with surprisingly muscular legs


Nationality: American


Ethnicity: Caucasian, British


Tattoos or Piercings: A piercing for each ear.


Scars or Birthmarks: A birthmark along her shoulder blade.


Writing sample:

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Christy exhaled out a soft sigh before she pressed a foot onto the solid concrete of the car park. Her eyes darted almost immediately over to the students who stared - as if the sight of her was already enough to analyse. Her eyes grazing past theirs as they continued to gawk, her lips were already stained with an ambivalent frown. You would've believed that such people had classes to go to; or even teachers to appreciate. Well, not many students would follow those two things nowadays. She lifted her body up from the leather seat with reluctance. Casting her satchel strap to hook over her 90-degree angled shoulder, Christy closed her eyes. The crisp, winter breeze colliding with the paleness of her untouched skin. The clouds revealing dark shadows to form from under her eyes. She was missing England. Her suburban house which held her dearest of treasures. It was all gone. A faint picture which was now unfinished. There was nothing but memories to go back to.


After saying her goodbyes, the brunette made her way over to the main office. There were repetitive whispers shared amongst those nearby to her position, their echoes growing audible with each step she took. She was the new girl, after all. Those who witnessed her arrival were, of course going to turn curious. She would be herself. Wrapping her slender fingers around the handle to the door, Christy readily pushed the object open. Her hair falling past her shoulders. Relieved, the girl searched the room to only find three chairs outside the closed door of the"PRINCIPLE'S OFFICE".

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[k a r m a]

Kaciann Hamilton

R E Q U I S I T E

Name: Kaciann Hamilton


Nickname: Kaci


Age: 18


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Role: Girl 5


College of choice: Stanford University


Future Career: Lawyer

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[Savagai]

Steven Antarrius

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[killingxtime]

Quinn Stuart


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• Basic Information
• Physical Information
• Sample
• Relationships

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  Age: 19
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Sexuality: "I kinda swing any way, if you know what I mean."
  
  
  Role: Girl #4
  
  
  College of choice: She scoffs, "I don't even know what I want to eat for dinner, college? Nah."
  
  
  Future Career: "Hopefully something to do with music, or photography. Something cool like that."
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  Height: 5'9
  
  
  Weight: 160lbs
  
  
  Hair Color: switches from black to dark brown, depending on if she decides to dye it.
  
  
  Eye Color: dark blue/gray
  
  
  Build: Slim yet slightly curvy
  
  
  Nationality: American
  
  
  Ethnicity: Caucasian
  
  
  Tattoos or Piercings: She has the right side of her nose pierced, along with her ears. She has many tattoos covering her arms, and one on her shoulder blade.
  
  
  Scars or Birthmarks: She has a thick scar on her wrist that a tattoo covers.
• A loud ringing filled the room, causing Quinn to nearly fall out of bed as she jolted awake. "For fucks sake..." She grabbed her alarm clock and threw it across the room, watching it has it crashed against the wall before she quickly slumped back into bed with an agitated sigh. "Why is so early?.." She said to herself as she pushed herself up and out of bed. She let out an irritated groan as she left her room, slamming the door behind her. She made her way down the stairs of her quiet house, of course everyone else got to sleep in. She once more let out another agitated groan, it was obvious that it was going to be the theme of today. She made her way to the downstairs bathroom and shut the door behind her. She looked into the mirror and made a disgusted face at her reflection. "Gross.." She immediately grabbed her makeup bag and got to work, she blended some matte, brown eyeshadow to her eyelids and did the same with some dark red lipstick to her lips. As soon as she finished fixing her face she made yet another disgusted look at her reflection but this time just for fun. Well I'm as ready as I'll ever be, she made her way out of the bathroom and to the front of the house, where her bags awaited her. She grabbed the duffel bags and easily tossed them over her shoulders and out the door she went.
• TBD

 

[ReverseTex]

Name:

Harrison Jay Allen

Age (18-20):

19

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Hetero

Role:

Guy 2

College of choice:

TCU

Future Career:

Reconnaissance/ espionage in FBI, or CIA

Height:

6'3

Weight:

195

Hair Color:

Blonde

Eye Color:

Blue

Build:

Lean muscle, athletic

Nationality:

American

Ethnicity:

Some French blood, some German

Tattoos or Piercings:

None yet

Scars or Birthmarks:

Scars on chest from knife wounds.

Writing Sample:

Thump thump. Thump thump. The sound of his foot taping filled his mind, he needed a distraction. His hands were in a ball, rested under his chin as he stared ahead into the vastness of nothing. He had just been stabbed, multiple times, he was a hostage. He was at CVS, picking up some Cheetos after school, and it was robbed. He had done everything the robber said, but he spoke up. He refused to let the robber hurt the cashier.

Him and his loud mouth. The rest was a bloody blur to him, and he managed to escape from authorities. He was now sitting in his room, bleeding out, but he didn't want his brother, or parents to find out. He needed this to be secret.

((Changed my guy))​

 

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Name:


Samuel Bonnabey


"It's pronounced 'bon-a-bee.' I swear, people never get it right."


Age:


18


"Eighteen and like three fourths."


Gender:


Male | He/Him/Himself


"I was born a male and wish to remain one."


Sexuality:


Heterosexual - Straight


"I support gay pride and all, but for me? Nah."


Role:


Guy #1 - The Loud Mouth


"Hey!"


College of choice:


Kennessaw State University in Georgia


"Yes, before you ask, I'm not stupid."





Future Career:


Forensic Pathology


"Yes, I am aware of the fact that it is nothing like Dexter."


Height:


5'10"


"At least I'm not short."


Weight:


130lbs


"At least I'm not fat."


Hair Color:


Light Brown


"Everyone loves brunettes."


Eye Color:


Dark Blue


"I'm a blue-eyed beauty."


Build:


Slightly Toned | Tall


"I work out some."


Nationality:


American


"'MURICA!"


Ethnicity:


English | British


"I don't speak like one, though. I was born in the South and I talk like it!"


Tattoos or Piercings:


Right Ear Piercing and Cartilage | Tattoo of a Forest Theme on his Left Arm and Shoulder


"The tattoo represent my Southern side."


Scars or Birthmarks:


Various marks along his body from childhood accident. The most profound are the long ones along his back. He has a birthmark in the center of his right leg.


"My birthmark looks like a skinnier version of Texas. 'Cept it's so light you can't really see it. Thank God."


Writing Sample:


Samuel let out a dismal sigh as he noticed the bullies preying on an innocent little ninth grader in the hallways. It was so cliche, really. The big, tough football players beat up the weak little nerd all for shits and giggles. There was no point, really. Just so they could feel superior. Because, apparently, being the captain of the football team just wasn't good enough. And Samuel, being the person he was, just had to point that out to them. Throwing the Nike sports bag over his shoulder, full of the rather smelly clothes from gym, Samuel strutted over to the football players, tapping the captain on the shoulder. The captain was easily larger than him, by a whole foot it seemed, even though Samuel was most definitely exaggerating. As the captain whipped around to see who touched him, Samuel waved. "Hey there! You must feel real powerful right now, huh? Look, you got the little boy shaking in his booties. I bet your girlfriend is proud, I mean, she does like dicks after all. It's kind of stupid though, like, I thought you only- Whoa, there."


The captain was furious about now and outstretched an arm to punch Samuel across the face, which Samuel barely dodged. "Whoa, boy. You wouldn't want to get in even more trouble would ya?" Samuel laughed, motioning to the Principle of the school that stood only a few feet from the group, the ninth grader taking advantage of this and running away. The captain groaned as the Principle sent him away, taking advantage of the last few seconds he had left with Samuel. The football player grabbed a hold of Samuel's jeans, yanking them down. Samuel turned scarlet red, a similar shade of red to the red hearts adorning his undergarments. Next time, maybe he should watch his mouth. But nah.
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[amxlia]

Basics

Name: Keirin Amanda Green

Nickname/s: Kitten, Kay

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Homosexual

Role: Girl #2

Other

College: "Well... I mean... I don't really have a dream college yet. I know I know, I need to get on it, because my parents say music isn't a 'real career'."

Future Career: She hopes to be a singer/songwriter and is actually beginning to achieve that dream.

Writing Sample

"Keirin, get out of bed lazy, you're going to be late for school," her older sister said a bit crossly, sipping from her coffee cup and tearing the covers off of her sister.

Keirin shivered and groaned, rolling over and looking up at her rather grumpy-seeming sister. McKenzie rolled her eyes and walked out of the room, leaving Keirin to slowly make her way out of bed and into her semi-conscious state of preparing for school. Once she looked at least decent, she walked out into the kitchen and grabbed a travel mug of coffee for herself, drowning the bitter substance in sugar and cream. Getting an annoyed huff from McKenzie, she stole the last of her sister's bagel and held it in her mouth with a smirk as she walked out. Her older sister's beat-up Jeep was a welcome sight after a couple years without seeing any of her family. McKenzie had come to visit and Keirin had let her stay in the apartment building she lived in as long as she was able to get a ride to her community university every day. It definitely beat riding the bus every day, but Keirin still felt that she was wasting her time a bit. But, her parents said they'd only help with rent and bills as long as she was in a college.

As they came to a rolling stop at the front of the rather beat-up looking building, Keirin smiled at her sister and hugged her. No matter how much they fought and annoyed each other, she did love McKenzie. Opening the creaky door, she rushed out with a behind-her-back wave to her sister and was able to make it to her class just before the bell rang.

~I know it's not exactly anything exciting, but I want to save anything too interesting for during the roleplay ~

 

[PartyHat03]

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requisite

name

Aaron Johnson

age


19


gender


male


orientation


heterosexual


role


guy #3
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appearance

build


athletic/muscular


height


6'2


weight


162 lbs.


hair


brown


eyes


green


nationality


American


ethnicity


Caucasian, British

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other

college of choice


Florida State University


future career


Football Player


tattoos or piercings


A snake tattoo on his arm.


scars or birthmarks


A birthmark on his lower back.

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Writing Sample​

Even though Rowland has a shitty personality, he's had a pretty good life. His parents had good jobs, so anything Rowland wanted, most of the time he would get. This has caused him to grow up spoiled and ungrateful to the things he has. He displayed his first signs of anger issues as a young child, and even though they're still there, they've greatly diminished since the last time he's been to a doctor.


His first time smoking was when he was 15. Rowland's friends weren't very good role models to him, so when they invited him over to their houses to smoke, he couldn't say no. Of course, the first time he did it was completely under peer pressure, but after that, smoking became something he liked. His parents knew about him smoking, but they allowed it as they didn't think it was that bad. After that, smoking turned into drinking, and that's were his parents drew the line. They would not allow him to drink or smoke anymore, but Rowland didn't listen. Whenever they left to go to work, instead of going to school, he'd go out with his friends to drink. After a while, his parents found out, but once they realized they couldn't control Rowland, they allowed him to drink and smoke, as long as he only did it at home. Of course, Rowland didn't listen to that either.





One night, he's was coming home from a friends house, completely wasted but driving in his own car. He was swerving all over the road and almost crashed. The police were called and pulled Rowland over, and once they realized he was drunk, he was arrested. His license was suspend and his parents were alerted of what happened. This was the last straw, they were finally done with Rowland being idiotic, so they sent him to Camp Everest hoping he could turn his life around.

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[haiku boy]

Julian Scarlet

TW for intrusive thoughts, will be blacked out​

Case File

Name: "Julian Scarlet. You're gonna have to fight me to know my middle name." (Tuberose)


Age (18-20): "Nineteen years."


Gender: "Male, he/him."


Sexuality: "Bisexual. Probably. Maybe? I... I dunno."


Role: Guy #5


College of choice: "NYU. Definitely."


Future Career: "Probably a photographer. There's tons of beauty in life, just waiting to be captured."

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Vitals

Height: "Five foot eleven."


Weight: "One hundred and fifty-seven pounds."


Hair Color: "Black. It's got a 4c texture, so it's super coily."


Eye Color: "Brown, like the soil with which life springs upwards."


Build: "Eh, slim. I work out, but I don't want to get super buff."


Nationality: "American. Just like apple pie."


Ethnicity: "My mom's white, with English heritage. My dad's got Nigerian heritage."


Tattoos or Piercings: "Yeah, my ears are pierced like normal, and I have a tattoo of the symbols for copper and magnesium. Copper's on my left wrist, magnesium on my right.


Scars or Birthmarks: "Nah. I like it when they look like states, or animals, though. Those are pretty cool."
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Writing Sample

Julian stood in his kitchen, his frame covered with a rumpled, slightly over-sized blue sweatshirt, black sweatpants covering his long legs. He stood over his mug of cold coffee, grimacing. He sighs, and takes a gulp, grimacing. “God, I need more sugar in this.” He grabs the metal canister, and pours three spoonfuls into his cup, before stirring it. He looked outside, the dark sky starting to lighten with the coming dawn. He took a tentative sip, and looked back at the closed door of his room. Hell, you can’t go back now, Jules. Julian rolled his eyes, and rubbed his temples. They throbbed, slightly, what with the lack of sleep and introduction of caffeine over such a short period of time.


He walked to the bathroom, his toes curling as his bare feet made contact with the cold tile floor. He rummaged around in his cabinets, before pulling out a bottle of ibuprofen and aspirin.Hey, Jules. What’d happen if you just downed the entire bottle? Julian glanced at the bottles in his hand, and shook his head. His thoughts had been f*cking with him for a good while now. He’d never do it, but… “God, I need to stop.” He shook his head harder, and sighed again. He took two of each pill, and walked back in his room, slightly lightened with the early rays of dawn. He bent over, picking up a pair of black jeans and his sneakers, and pulled them on, before returning to his mug of cold, overly sweetened coffee.


He drank the last dregs of the mug, grimacing, and picked up his keys. Oh, Jules… You think that’s a smart move? He blinked, and kicked himself a bit. “Dude, stop answering yourself. They’re just thoughts. They aren’t even real, calm down.” He sighed, and grabbed his phone from the counter before exiting the house.


After checking three times that the door was locked, he sat in his black four-door, fingertips drumming on the steering wheel. “It’s not the best idea, but better than waiting for the bus.” He nodded slightly, and pulled off.



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[Cosmosis]

Nameeach Crawford

Age (18-20):18

Gender:Female

Sexuality:Bisexual

Role:Girl 2

College of choice:Undecided

Future Career:

Teacher

Vet

Singer

Artist

Book writer

Height:5ft 5In

Weight:112lbs

Hair Colorink

Eye Color:Maroon

Build:Bigger bust, Skinny arms and legs, Smaller hips

Nationality:American

Ethnicity:Mixed with the following

British

German

Irish

Tattoos or Piercings:Never!

Scars or Birthmarksecent amount of scars on legs, chest, back and arms.

Noteworthy Scars:Left Bicep has a X Shaped scar.

Back has a noticable scar from shoulder to her glute if searching for it.

Writing Sample:




Peach bit her lip as her friend Karie made a move to hug her, despite both of their swollen abdomens getting in the way. She didn't like to be kissed, let alone on the lips.


Having a brother and father that tortured you as you hit puberty had downfalls by far. Being recorded and forced in skimpy outfits just wasn't the best way to say "I love you!" Then the fact she got raped and impregnated by a man her brother bidded her too just ruined the poor girl, making her despise guys. So she turned to the opposite gender. Girls.


"Look..." Peach started, pressing her hands on Karie's shoulders to hold her back. "I rather not risk hurting the kids... Our Kids." She smiled softly at her lover. Karie pouted but knew not to press it less she wanted Peach to break down and stress out.



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