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Name: Tanya May GreenfieldAge: 21
Birthday: April 19
Astrological sign: Aries
Personality: More adventurous and courageous, Tanya has always been bold. She is likely to let her emotions take control of her and act brashly, on first impulse, rather than thinking things through, but she has a good heart. Tanya is very loyal, and a very happy person, generally.
Likes: Animals - Friends - Soccer - Others - Humor - Exploration - Summer - Actively Doing Something
Dislikes: Mean/Rude People - Being Told What To Do - Being Unable To Do Something - Being Ignored
Appearance: Tanya has a lean build. Though she is a roughly average height, a bit on the taller side at 5'7", she gives off the impression of being very long. When she was growing, she was a child that could be described as comprised up entirely of limbs. Though Tanya evened out over the years, the general impression is still a lot of limbs. The girl, Italian by blood some generations back, has tanned skin, straight brown hair to her breasts, and green eyes.
Race/Cultural Backgrounds: Italian
Job and/or College Minor and Major: Internship for training therapy/service animals; Majoring in Psychology; Minoring in Speech Language Pathology
Bio: Tanya has been raised by only her father for as long as she can remember. Though there are pictures of a mother at home, Tanya has no recollections of this woman; she, unfortunately, died in a car accident one winter, when Tanya was three. Tanya's father, a chef for a local, upper class restaurant, was always an excellent father. They've lived in the same house for as long as she can remember.
Since elementary school, Tanya has known Glenn. They have been best friends since they were just out of diapers. Funnily enough, the two couldn't be further opposites; where Tanya is athletic, noisy, and average in school, Glenn is quiet, brainy, and hardly even energetic. It was him that introduced her to the idea of training animals for at least a time- she'd always had an affinity for them- and him that convinced her to even apply to college. The two have been inseparable for ages, and seem more like siblings to one another than friends.
Pets: An old English sheepdog named Shiloh
Family: Aaron James Greenfield [Father - Living], Maria Anabel Greenfield [Mother - Deceased]
Hometown: Ravena, New York
Current State and Town of Residence: Iona College - New Rochelle, New York
Spouse/Boyfriend/Girlfriend/Crush: None, currently
What else is there to know about you?: The house is quiet, because Shiloh and Tanya are still asleep, and Tanya's father has already left for work. It's been like that for hours, but not for much longer. The girl shifts about for a few moments, then sits up, eyes still shut. She pries them open, and blinks a few times. No alarm, with this much sun in the room? She must not have anything to do today. While this realization dawns on her, she starts to scratch Shiloh's ear. This wakes him up, if the flapping of his tail is any indication.
"Come on, let's go out," she mutters, and tosses the covers off of herself and on to her dog. He lifts his head and watches as she straightens out her pajamas and approaches the open door to the hall. She stops and looks back at him, grins, and he stands up, shakes the covers off, and leaps over to her. The pair descend the stairs, then Shiloh runs out after Tanya opens the door. She leans against the door frame and waits for him to do what he needs to and run back in.
Inside, they fall into routine. He follows her, tail wagging, and she fills his food bowl, then his water bowl. Then Tanya finds what she can to eat- today, it's just toast, but she enjoys it nonetheless. Shiloh follows her upstairs, and sits outside of the bathroom as Tanya brushes her teeth and showers. Then, he lays on her bed while she dresses in shorts and a tank top, and waits patiently for her to brush her hair. Finally, she grabs her iPod, clips it to the bottom of her shirt, dons a pair of sneakers, and the pair goes outside again. This time, they run. They run, they run, and they run.
Name:Glenn Michael GressenAge: 22
Birthday: July 28
Astrological sign: Leo
Personality: Glenn is quiet and respectful. He is very passive, and tends to hold his emotions in check and analyze a situation for the course of action with the least conflict. He's ver relaxed and likes to act logically, but he puts his friends above all else.
Likes: Quiet - Music - Reading - Logic - Puzzles - Relaxation - Honesty - Understanding Things/People
Dislikes: Noise - Irrationality - Arguments - Rudeness - Liars - Being Interrupted
Appearance: Glenn is a thin person, almost too thin. He's on the shorter side, 5'5", and still slouches, which makes him seem even shorter and smaller. The blond, grey eyed guy has messy hair, and pale skin. Due to his overall lightness in color, Glenn gives off the impression of being older than he actually is; and, with an easy manner and frequent smiles, smile lines don't help give off the impression that he's only 22.
Race/Cultural Backgrounds: Icelandic, German, Sweedish
Job and/or College Minor and Major: Internship at a local magazine company; Majoring in Architectural Studies; Minoring in Studio Art
Bio: For all of his life, Glenn has been fairly well off. Though he didn't exactly have a silver spoon in his mouth at birth, Glenn and his family have never been in too bad a situation. He very nearly had the perfect suburban family, but for having a brother rather than a sister- or perhaps being a brother, rather than a sister- and not living in suburbia. Since elementary school, Glenn has known Tanya. They have been best friends since they were just out of diapers. Funnily enough, the two couldn't be further opposites; where Tanya is athletic, noisy, and average in school, Glenn is quiet, brainy, and hardly even energetic. It was her that really got him out of his shell, as a child, and he attributes his enjoyment of art, and subsequently architecture, to her. The two have been inseparable for ages, and seem more like siblings to one another than friends.
Pets: None
Family: Richard Scott Gressen [Father- Living], Susan Amy Gressen [Mother - Living], Dylan Aiden Gressen [Older Brother- Living]
Hometown: Ravena, New York
Current State and Town of Residence: Iona College - New Rochelle, New York
Spouse/Boyfriend/Girlfriend/Crush: None, currently
What else is there to know about you?: His phone vibrated in his pocket, and Glenn first felt embarrassed. Was a library really the place for that? But no one arround him so much as batted an eye, so Glenn guiltily looked away from his textbook, pulled out his phone, and read the screen. Tanya. Who else?
come meet the new animals! got puppys couple kittys and a piggy. come now?
He wouldn't lie, it sounded great, especially compared to this particular assignment.
cant. hw needs doing
He debated the word choice for a moment, then sent it anyways. She'd understand. But his phone buzzed in his hand not even a minute later.
you suck. missin out on some cuties
do it later. pls? puppys wanna lick you
He grinned. It was tempting. But so was his grade. He looked at his homework, and really considered. He'd been here for an hour already- surely, a break was in order. That made sense. He was about half way done with the math.... It was good enough for Glenn- certainly, he didn't need much convincing here. He sent his friend a text.
soon. just gonna finish this one thing.
He'd almost gone back to it when his phone buzzed a final time.
hurry!! :)
Glenn smiled, put his phone in his pocket again, and set out to complete the homework in a timely fashion. After all, time with baby animals was on the line.
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Age:20
Birthday:
January 8
Astrological sign:
Capricorn
Personality:
A relaxed individual, Devon takes life one day at a time and isn't all too worried about the future. He's calm and laid back, just a guy who likes to "go with the flow." He has a dreamy look on his face as if he isn't all there and he isn't to be honest. While his body stays still and unmoving for minutes, hours, or even days, Devon's mind jumps from thoughts and ideas. He communicates very lazily, never getting to the point with his words. His actions convey much more.
Likes:
Creativity, slow and lazy days, cold weather, videos and movies, stories and books, new experiences, incense, magic, animals, solitude
Dislikes:
Straightforward people, endings, the confines of reality, simpletons, rushed and stressed times, the mundane, routine, too many people
Appearance:
"Wow, wouldn't you look at that. It's everywhere. Me, my face, can't you see the soul shining through?"
Race/Cultural Backgrounds:
He's a quarter Irish and German and half Korean.
Job and/or College Minor and Major:
He does freelance work ranging from writing, blogging, and filming. Devon's majoring in Media Arts as well as Liberal Arts because he can't really decide on what he wants to do so he thought he might as well try all of them extensively so he doesn't have a minor.
Bio:
Devon grew up far away from the bustling city of Seattle, Washington. Instead, he grew up in the rural part where houses were surrounded by trees and the stars could be seen in the night. He is the child of an affluent architect and eccentric interior designer, a match made for the perfect company as far as his parents are aware. As such, Devon was surrounded by strange design choices and exotic furniture but less time with his parents who traveled around to make sure they all lived happily. He doesn't resent them; they always came home on Sundays and dragged him along with them for any longer-than-a-week trips.
Growing up like that, Devon had a freedom most children dreamed for. He went to a good public school but took many online courses. It was around this time they realized he had an eidetic memory. He could recall images and sounds with high precision from memories as long as years ago or recite a book word for word. They took the realization easily and his parents practically fed him everything they could get their hands on.
That was how Devon grew up. After he graduated from high school he wasn't actually considering going to college. His parents urged him to go after taking a year to explore before finally attending. Acquiescing to the one demand they had for him, Devon spent his gap year traveling and living the life of an adult with actual responsibilities. He got himself an apartment that he bedecked in drapes, candles, and incense that he even (partially) earned the rent for.
The first days of college, Devon... was not a model student. He participated only enough to get himself a good grade and paid just enough attention for his eidetic memory to do the work for him. He does well in his courses, much to the chagrin of his professors and peers who actually have to study. He will of course not tell anyone his life story in any way resembling something coherent and no one honestly wants to hear him explain.
Growing up like that, Devon had a freedom most children dreamed for. He went to a good public school but took many online courses. It was around this time they realized he had an eidetic memory. He could recall images and sounds with high precision from memories as long as years ago or recite a book word for word. They took the realization easily and his parents practically fed him everything they could get their hands on.
That was how Devon grew up. After he graduated from high school he wasn't actually considering going to college. His parents urged him to go after taking a year to explore before finally attending. Acquiescing to the one demand they had for him, Devon spent his gap year traveling and living the life of an adult with actual responsibilities. He got himself an apartment that he bedecked in drapes, candles, and incense that he even (partially) earned the rent for.
The first days of college, Devon... was not a model student. He participated only enough to get himself a good grade and paid just enough attention for his eidetic memory to do the work for him. He does well in his courses, much to the chagrin of his professors and peers who actually have to study. He will of course not tell anyone his life story in any way resembling something coherent and no one honestly wants to hear him explain.
Pets:
Devon has a Kuvasz named Kal, a redfooted tortoise named Gan, and a Birman cat named Fa.
Family:
Konrad Rask – Devon's father; alive
Kyung Rask – Devon's mother; alive
Hometown:
Seattle, Washington
Current State and Town of Residence:
Manhattan, New York
Spouse/Boyfriend/Girlfriend/Crush:
Devon is asexual and too uninterested in the affairs of one individual. He's too busy wondering about the things happening in the present, and a long relationship just doesn't fit in with that.
What else is there to know about you?:
He was sure that it was a Sunday because the sounds of tinkling lights could be heard echoing around his apartment. That was good, his parents only contacted him on Sundays. End days were good days, no classes and people and all that. It was too unfortunate Devon couldn't actually answer them. Maybe if he would just, simply just, stretch over and get it. No, he wouldn't be answering anything any time soon.
The incense stick, oops he meant sticks, burned through his living space. The smell of something sweet, maybe a little tangy as well, permeated the room. There could have been some orange though. It might have been pine. Sometimes he burned more than one scent at a time, he never knew what it was. That was a lie, he was burning Ebony Mishmash and Forest Blend. It smelled like home. It felt like home.
Dark multi-colored drapes covered the walls and the windows. His parents ordered them from Spain, Italy, and India. No light shone through thankfully. It was too bad he couldn't enjoy the smoke and candle light from the comfort of his hammock. Such a shame.
Instead, Devon leaned over his war table. It didn't take up all that much space even though it sat right in the middle of the room. He was leaning over it because of some reason. It wasn't all too important why, but strings were tied to his fingers and on them hung tiny people. Ah yes, the reason was important. The Game of Life video for his client. On top of the table were hills and striped paths leading to no particular place but one. The very last block right in the middle of it all, a painted picture of death. Owls and scythes, bones and an empty hourglass.
He let one of the strings lead a boring life, simple and average. When it reached the center, he let the string fall off of his finger with a dull thud. Devon let the second string wander through all the paths of adventure and fun; he could see victory and the sound of gunshots. When it inevitably wound up at death, he let it go out with a harsh bang. The third string skipped paths, all hate and poison. He let that one fall with a thump on death. Piano notes could be heard leading the fourth life even though the puppet on the string had no eyes to play; that one lay haphazard in the end. Laughing at the fifth string, he walked it through the paths full of women and booze only to drop as all the others did.
Devon enjoyed the sixth life, corrupted as it was; the puppet laughed and danced with him in its fun to hop happily onto death. Number seven was dull, so many tears that he simply let the mourning puppet crumple when it arrived. The eighth puppet, clad in riches, strolled along the paths without a care and bought all that it came in contact with. He let that one settle into death easily. The ninth string attempted to wander off of its path, but he laughed because its fate was already decided and let it struggle into its fate.
With only one string left, Devon let his free hand drift to the ordinary black and white dice. Letting the two roll onto the board, they both landed on one face up. He gave a lazy grin at them. The count wouldn't have mattered anyway but it was such a lucky roll. The final string's head fell off and both body and string collapsed on death. Just an ordinary Sunday for him.
The incense stick, oops he meant sticks, burned through his living space. The smell of something sweet, maybe a little tangy as well, permeated the room. There could have been some orange though. It might have been pine. Sometimes he burned more than one scent at a time, he never knew what it was. That was a lie, he was burning Ebony Mishmash and Forest Blend. It smelled like home. It felt like home.
Dark multi-colored drapes covered the walls and the windows. His parents ordered them from Spain, Italy, and India. No light shone through thankfully. It was too bad he couldn't enjoy the smoke and candle light from the comfort of his hammock. Such a shame.
Instead, Devon leaned over his war table. It didn't take up all that much space even though it sat right in the middle of the room. He was leaning over it because of some reason. It wasn't all too important why, but strings were tied to his fingers and on them hung tiny people. Ah yes, the reason was important. The Game of Life video for his client. On top of the table were hills and striped paths leading to no particular place but one. The very last block right in the middle of it all, a painted picture of death. Owls and scythes, bones and an empty hourglass.
He let one of the strings lead a boring life, simple and average. When it reached the center, he let the string fall off of his finger with a dull thud. Devon let the second string wander through all the paths of adventure and fun; he could see victory and the sound of gunshots. When it inevitably wound up at death, he let it go out with a harsh bang. The third string skipped paths, all hate and poison. He let that one fall with a thump on death. Piano notes could be heard leading the fourth life even though the puppet on the string had no eyes to play; that one lay haphazard in the end. Laughing at the fifth string, he walked it through the paths full of women and booze only to drop as all the others did.
Devon enjoyed the sixth life, corrupted as it was; the puppet laughed and danced with him in its fun to hop happily onto death. Number seven was dull, so many tears that he simply let the mourning puppet crumple when it arrived. The eighth puppet, clad in riches, strolled along the paths without a care and bought all that it came in contact with. He let that one settle into death easily. The ninth string attempted to wander off of its path, but he laughed because its fate was already decided and let it struggle into its fate.
With only one string left, Devon let his free hand drift to the ordinary black and white dice. Letting the two roll onto the board, they both landed on one face up. He gave a lazy grin at them. The count wouldn't have mattered anyway but it was such a lucky roll. The final string's head fell off and both body and string collapsed on death. Just an ordinary Sunday for him.
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@Cephalo - That's fine thank you! Your accepted and he seem like a wonderful character!
@upscalerat - Both of your characters are amazing as well and they are accepted!
@Polystical , @upscalerat , @Cephalo , @White -- Chocolate - Thank you all for submitting wonderful characters! I will try to begin this Rp on Sunday, but there are no promises due to me being really busy these next few weeks between getting applications for schools and their arts programs, auditions for my first choice school, and having HW and a project being assigned to me if I do create this Rp Sunday my replies will be extremely slow.
Additionally I hope everyone had a pleasant holiday!
@upscalerat - Both of your characters are amazing as well and they are accepted!
@Polystical , @upscalerat , @Cephalo , @White -- Chocolate - Thank you all for submitting wonderful characters! I will try to begin this Rp on Sunday, but there are no promises due to me being really busy these next few weeks between getting applications for schools and their arts programs, auditions for my first choice school, and having HW and a project being assigned to me if I do create this Rp Sunday my replies will be extremely slow.
Additionally I hope everyone had a pleasant holiday!
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Name:
Tabitha J. Kaimuki
Age:
23
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Tabitha has a bubbly and bright personality thats likely to either charm the pants out of you or make you seething at her annoying quirky behavior. She's big into fate and chance and isn't afraid to tell you about it. She's the kind of person who has dream catchers above their beds and spirt stones in their pockets. She's big into art doodling on any surface she can get at, even if it gets her into trouble. She loves bright colors, cows, and bubble gum pop songs. She's always got some kind of paint palete or pen pack on her, she never leaves home with out one of them. She is very scatter brained, however, and tends to misplaces any manner of things. The most important thing in her life is her brother and art is a close second. She likes people and can strike up a conversation with almost anyone.
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4'8" with an extremely petite build and a little under the suggested weight for someone her age and height. Dyed blue hair, naturally black but bleached to white a very young age the blue came around age 17. Eyes are a darker gray color. Almost always seen with her denim jacket with all her bottle cap pins.
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TBA
Name:
Jean L. Kaimuki
Age:
20
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Personality:
Jean is a little reserved but by no means shy, he just won't usually approach you because he far to busy going over bars of songs he's heard or written playing threw his head. He's very caught up in his music and it is the second most important thing in his life, the first being his sister. He can pick an instrument and teach himself the basics with in a week and only improve over time. His voice is soft and pleasant making his occasional singing less bothersome then it would be if he was tone deaf. He spends most of his time making notations in his note book wherever he is. It's filled with blank music scores and he composes on the fly, drawing inspiration from the things around. He's pretty straight forward and doesn't like beating around the bush to often, so when he does talk he has a habit of accidentally offending people. He doesn't worry, however, as his sister is usually there to mend bruised feelings.
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4'10" by some unknown magic he over took his sister...even if it wasn't by much. It must have been fate making up for his girlish figure and facial features. He dyes his hair a multitude of colors and has been doing so since he was 14, when he grew tired with his dark black hair. He's always wearing his stainless steel Mickey earrings. As soon as he could he got the tattoo on his neck and later had his sister design one that sits on his shoulder blades.
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Tabitha J. Kaimuki
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23
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Personality:
Tabitha has a bubbly and bright personality thats likely to either charm the pants out of you or make you seething at her annoying quirky behavior. She's big into fate and chance and isn't afraid to tell you about it. She's the kind of person who has dream catchers above their beds and spirt stones in their pockets. She's big into art doodling on any surface she can get at, even if it gets her into trouble. She loves bright colors, cows, and bubble gum pop songs. She's always got some kind of paint palete or pen pack on her, she never leaves home with out one of them. She is very scatter brained, however, and tends to misplaces any manner of things. The most important thing in her life is her brother and art is a close second. She likes people and can strike up a conversation with almost anyone.
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Jean L. Kaimuki
Age:
20
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Personality:
Jean is a little reserved but by no means shy, he just won't usually approach you because he far to busy going over bars of songs he's heard or written playing threw his head. He's very caught up in his music and it is the second most important thing in his life, the first being his sister. He can pick an instrument and teach himself the basics with in a week and only improve over time. His voice is soft and pleasant making his occasional singing less bothersome then it would be if he was tone deaf. He spends most of his time making notations in his note book wherever he is. It's filled with blank music scores and he composes on the fly, drawing inspiration from the things around. He's pretty straight forward and doesn't like beating around the bush to often, so when he does talk he has a habit of accidentally offending people. He doesn't worry, however, as his sister is usually there to mend bruised feelings.
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| Name |
"Jayden's the name. Social networking is my game."
Jayden Alex Parker
| Age |
"Old enough to drink legally."
Twenty-one
| Birthday |
"During the shortest month of the year, on the most lovey-dovey holiday of the year."
February 14th
| Astrological sign |
"Has to deal with a woman pouring water."
Aquarius
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| Personality |
"I'm really just a kid with a drinking permit and a driver's license."
While Jayden may be twenty-one, he sure doesn't act like it. Hell, he doesn't even look like it. He was never one for growing up, especially at the speed of light. It just went against his child-like nature, which he touched into and let it shine through on a secondly basis. That being said, Jay is a bubbly, friendly, adventurous guy. He's the guy that you wished you knew personally as you pass him on the street and hear him talking animatedly with his friends. He loves the thrill of risks and is almost always up for trying something new. He is quite happy-go-lucky and likes to think of the positive side of things. What's the point of bringing yourself down with thinking negatively? Exactly. He sees none so he avoids it at all costs. The brunet is also very talkative. If you'd let him, he'd be able to ramble on and on and on about different things. It's especially ruthless when it's a topic he's passionate, nerdy, about.
Among this fun-loving guy is a person who can be very thoughtful and caring when the time calls for it. He's not a writer for nothing, you know. His imagination and positive deposition makes him spill out the most thoughtful, inspiring things that would have anyone think that he pulled it from some fiction book, when, in fact, that's what he is. He is a walking fiction book in most genres. Because of this, he isn't all that fond of reality. Jay would rather get lost in his favorite book or even a promising new one then face the world or go to classes in the morning. But he goes to classes because of that. With his determined mind-set and his somewhat stubborn attitude, he has set a goal for himself to write a book or a book series where people can open it up and become apart of whatever world it is. He likes to think that his pieces of work would be able to make all of their problems melt away and make everything alright, even if it's only for a few chapters, paragraphs, sentences, or words. He is always thinking about others and often put others before himself. Like his child-like nature, this was embedded within his very soul as well.
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"There's so much to like."
+Music
+Kodi (his dog)
+Cloud Watching
+Fantasy
+Writing
+Reading
+MMORPGs
+Anime/Manga
+His Job
+Sleeping In
+Staying Up
+Laughing
+Rainbows
+Chinchillas
+Winter & Autumn
+Childhood
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"Yet there's also a lot to dislike."
-Rain
-Fevers/Colds
-Bread Crust
-Bullying
-Negativity
-Judgements
-Early Classes
-Laundry
-Interruptions
-Feeling Alone
-Decisions
-Reality
-Following Rules
-Expectations
-Pressure
-Adulthood
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| Race/Cultural Backgrounds |
"Little bit of this, little bit of that."
Japanese, Kiwi, Australian, and Irish
| Job and/or College Minor and Major |
"Adulthood's pretty hectic."
Part-time at a café: Chalk and Stars
College Major: English Language and Literature
College Minor: Creative Writing
| Bio |
"Let's take a drive down Reminiscence Avenue."
Jayden was born and raised in Los Angeles, California with his small family. Life was as normal and as perfect that it could get between the four of them. That was until four became three. Jayden's Dad, James, was a business man. He wasn't really that interested in that line of work so he never asked questions about what his father actually did. One weekend, he had to depart from his family because of a business trip in another state, which happened to be Colorado. The brunet was much younger when the tragedy struck - sixteen years old, to be exact. Apparently, his father had planned to surprise his family by coming back home earlier than the set date. Unfortunately, his plane was ridden with bad luck for a horrendous storm had taken place and caused the plane to crash. They were able to find his body in tact and had a proper funeral for him. The family had to go to Colorado to see it happen, of course. After that, they had to struggle to move on with life, yet never forgetting about the greatest man they ever known.
Jayden was always the odd one out when it came to his family. The pink (because black is just too dark) sheep in a family of white sheep, if you wanted to look at it that way. Majority of his family were successful, business people. Doctors, lawyers, business men. That being said, his mother is a well-known doctor and his father was a well-known business man. His sister had inspired to become a lawyer and was able to achieve her dream with little to no obstacles. Then, there was him. He was way more artsy than the rest of his family. He aspired to be a well-known author and absolutely loves literature. He also enjoyed music. Instead of discouraging him, they supported him with all their might, during whatever they can to make sure he got closer and closer to his dream.
When he graduated from high school, he packed his things and went straight to college, which happened to be located in Colorado. Denver, to be more specific. While it did hurt to go to school in the state that his father passed away, it was also nice. During his free time and on special occasions, he would go to the cemetery and visit his father's grave. Because of his family's interjection, his gravestone was located under a very beautiful tree, one he didn't know the exact species of. He would always go and read his stories or take his guitar and sing a few songs as he leaned against the tree, near his father's gravestone. It was something of a tradition that he would do. He'd also keep in touch with the rest of his family. And, when on breaks, they try their best to get together.
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| Pets |
"I've got the cutest dog ever. He's my best buddy."
Kodi
| Family |
"I don't have that big of a family."
Mother - Emma Rae Parker - Alive
Father - James Earl Parker - Deceased
(Big) Sister - Eve Rose Johnson - Alive (and married)
| Hometown |
"L.A, baby."
Los Angeles, California
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| Current State and Town of Residence |
"Good 'ol Colorado."
Denver, Colorado
| Spouse/Boyfriend/Girlfriend/Crush |
"I'm quite the single Pringle, at the moment."
TBD
| What else is there to know about you? | (this is basically the other section of the CS where you can give everyone a sample of how your character behaves, speaks, etc.)
[If it's okay for me to join, I'll just plop this right here.]
| Name |
"Jayden's the name. Social networking is my game."
Jayden Alex Parker
| Age |
"Old enough to drink legally."
Twenty-one
| Birthday |
"During the shortest month of the year, on the most lovey-dovey holiday of the year."
February 14th
| Astrological sign |
"Has to deal with a woman pouring water."
Aquarius
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| Personality |
"I'm really just a kid with a drinking permit and a driver's license."
While Jayden may be twenty-one, he sure doesn't act like it. Hell, he doesn't even look like it. He was never one for growing up, especially at the speed of light. It just went against his child-like nature, which he touched into and let it shine through on a secondly basis. That being said, Jay is a bubbly, friendly, adventurous guy. He's the guy that you wished you knew personally as you pass him on the street and hear him talking animatedly with his friends. He loves the thrill of risks and is almost always up for trying something new. He is quite happy-go-lucky and likes to think of the positive side of things. What's the point of bringing yourself down with thinking negatively? Exactly. He sees none so he avoids it at all costs. The brunet is also very talkative. If you'd let him, he'd be able to ramble on and on and on about different things. It's especially ruthless when it's a topic he's passionate, nerdy, about.
Among this fun-loving guy is a person who can be very thoughtful and caring when the time calls for it. He's not a writer for nothing, you know. His imagination and positive deposition makes him spill out the most thoughtful, inspiring things that would have anyone think that he pulled it from some fiction book, when, in fact, that's what he is. He is a walking fiction book in most genres. Because of this, he isn't all that fond of reality. Jay would rather get lost in his favorite book or even a promising new one then face the world or go to classes in the morning. But he goes to classes because of that. With his determined mind-set and his somewhat stubborn attitude, he has set a goal for himself to write a book or a book series where people can open it up and become apart of whatever world it is. He likes to think that his pieces of work would be able to make all of their problems melt away and make everything alright, even if it's only for a few chapters, paragraphs, sentences, or words. He is always thinking about others and often put others before himself. Like his child-like nature, this was embedded within his very soul as well.
| Likes |
"There's so much to like."
+Music
+Kodi (his dog)
+Cloud Watching
+Fantasy
+Writing
+Reading
+MMORPGs
+Anime/Manga
+His Job
+Sleeping In
+Staying Up
+Laughing
+Rainbows
+Chinchillas
+Winter & Autumn
+Childhood
| Dislikes |
"Yet there's also a lot to dislike."
-Rain
-Fevers/Colds
-Bread Crust
-Bullying
-Negativity
-Judgements
-Early Classes
-Laundry
-Interruptions
-Feeling Alone
-Decisions
-Reality
-Following Rules
-Expectations
-Pressure
-Adulthood
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| Race/Cultural Backgrounds |
"Little bit of this, little bit of that."
Japanese, Kiwi, Australian, and Irish
| Job and/or College Minor and Major |
"Adulthood's pretty hectic."
Part-time at a café: Chalk and Stars
College Major: English Language and Literature
College Minor: Creative Writing
| Bio |
"Let's take a drive down Reminiscence Avenue."
Jayden was born and raised in Los Angeles, California with his small family. Life was as normal and as perfect that it could get between the four of them. That was until four became three. Jayden's Dad, James, was a business man. He wasn't really that interested in that line of work so he never asked questions about what his father actually did. One weekend, he had to depart from his family because of a business trip in another state, which happened to be Colorado. The brunet was much younger when the tragedy struck - sixteen years old, to be exact. Apparently, his father had planned to surprise his family by coming back home earlier than the set date. Unfortunately, his plane was ridden with bad luck for a horrendous storm had taken place and caused the plane to crash. They were able to find his body in tact and had a proper funeral for him. The family had to go to Colorado to see it happen, of course. After that, they had to struggle to move on with life, yet never forgetting about the greatest man they ever known.
Jayden was always the odd one out when it came to his family. The pink (because black is just too dark) sheep in a family of white sheep, if you wanted to look at it that way. Majority of his family were successful, business people. Doctors, lawyers, business men. That being said, his mother is a well-known doctor and his father was a well-known business man. His sister had inspired to become a lawyer and was able to achieve her dream with little to no obstacles. Then, there was him. He was way more artsy than the rest of his family. He aspired to be a well-known author and absolutely loves literature. He also enjoyed music. Instead of discouraging him, they supported him with all their might, during whatever they can to make sure he got closer and closer to his dream.
When he graduated from high school, he packed his things and went straight to college, which happened to be located in Colorado. Denver, to be more specific. While it did hurt to go to school in the state that his father passed away, it was also nice. During his free time and on special occasions, he would go to the cemetery and visit his father's grave. Because of his family's interjection, his gravestone was located under a very beautiful tree, one he didn't know the exact species of. He would always go and read his stories or take his guitar and sing a few songs as he leaned against the tree, near his father's gravestone. It was something of a tradition that he would do. He'd also keep in touch with the rest of his family. And, when on breaks, they try their best to get together.
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| Pets |
"I've got the cutest dog ever. He's my best buddy."
Kodi
| Family |
"I don't have that big of a family."
Mother - Emma Rae Parker - Alive
Father - James Earl Parker - Deceased
(Big) Sister - Eve Rose Johnson - Alive (and married)
| Hometown |
"L.A, baby."
Los Angeles, California
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| Current State and Town of Residence |
"Good 'ol Colorado."
Denver, Colorado
| Spouse/Boyfriend/Girlfriend/Crush |
"I'm quite the single Pringle, at the moment."
TBD
| What else is there to know about you? | (this is basically the other section of the CS where you can give everyone a sample of how your character behaves, speaks, etc.)
[If it's okay for me to join, I'll just plop this right here.]
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@Kronas17 - Of course you can join!
@Justaddnutts - KK I cant wait to see your character!
@Kitsune _ Hey!! Thanks for decidng to join my Rp! And Jay seems like a all about happy and friendly character! Your Accepted! Additionally thank you for the 2015 shout out I really appreciate that!
@Kronas17 @upscalerat @Polystical @White -- Chocolate @Kitsune @Cephalo @Justaddnutts - I decided to start the Rp today since I have some free time right now and I'll post the link and insert it on the first page of this topic after its been created ok!
@Justaddnutts - KK I cant wait to see your character!
@Kitsune _ Hey!! Thanks for decidng to join my Rp! And Jay seems like a all about happy and friendly character! Your Accepted! Additionally thank you for the 2015 shout out I really appreciate that!
@Kronas17 @upscalerat @Polystical @White -- Chocolate @Kitsune @Cephalo @Justaddnutts - I decided to start the Rp today since I have some free time right now and I'll post the link and insert it on the first page of this topic after its been created ok!
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- romance, mystery,highschool,vampires
Name: Michael James Douglas
Age:21
Birthday: February 28
Astrological sign: Pisces
Personality:
Likes: Working out, Playing video-games, Skateboarding, Sleeping, Food, Netflix, Hanging out with friends, Meeting new people
Dislikes: Being woken up early, people that complain too much, Not being able to do anything, cold temperatures.
Appearance:
Race/Cultural Backgrounds: African American/ Caucasian
Job and/or College Minor and Major: He works part time at a skate shop but majors in Game and Design
Bio: Michael grew up a privileged kid, but learned from a young age that he had to work hard for the things he wanted in life. Around the time Mikey ( A nick name his family game him) was nine his father got a job offer in the big apple "where dreams were made of". Growing up Michael got himself into a lot of trouble whether it be getting kicked out of school for fighting or vandalism. His parents put him in boxing as a form of stress relief and it worked. As Michael grew up he focused more on his school work and boxing, and basketball. His hard work eventually paid off getting an basketball scholarship to play at Iona College and Syracuse.
Pets: None At the moment.
Family: Mother: Sabrina Eve Douglas , Father: Dewayne Carter Douglas, Older Brother: Dewayne Carter Douglas Jr, Older sister: Jasmine Alexis Douglas. ( All Alive)
Hometown: San Diego, California
Current State and Town of Residence: Bronx, NY
Spouse/Boyfriend/Girlfriend/Crush: Open
Age:21
Birthday: February 28
Astrological sign: Pisces
Personality:
Likes: Working out, Playing video-games, Skateboarding, Sleeping, Food, Netflix, Hanging out with friends, Meeting new people
Dislikes: Being woken up early, people that complain too much, Not being able to do anything, cold temperatures.
Appearance:
Race/Cultural Backgrounds: African American/ Caucasian
Job and/or College Minor and Major: He works part time at a skate shop but majors in Game and Design
Bio: Michael grew up a privileged kid, but learned from a young age that he had to work hard for the things he wanted in life. Around the time Mikey ( A nick name his family game him) was nine his father got a job offer in the big apple "where dreams were made of". Growing up Michael got himself into a lot of trouble whether it be getting kicked out of school for fighting or vandalism. His parents put him in boxing as a form of stress relief and it worked. As Michael grew up he focused more on his school work and boxing, and basketball. His hard work eventually paid off getting an basketball scholarship to play at Iona College and Syracuse.
Pets: None At the moment.
Family: Mother: Sabrina Eve Douglas , Father: Dewayne Carter Douglas, Older Brother: Dewayne Carter Douglas Jr, Older sister: Jasmine Alexis Douglas. ( All Alive)
Hometown: San Diego, California
Current State and Town of Residence: Bronx, NY
Spouse/Boyfriend/Girlfriend/Crush: Open
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@Kronas17 @upscalerat @Polystical @White -- Chocolate @Kitsune @Cephalo - Heres the link! In Character RolePlay
@Kronos17 - Accepted!
@Kronos17 - Accepted!
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@Whisper You are a miracle worker, getting all that set up so quickly. Just to be clear on one thing: are our characters like ... 'told' that this cabin exists and they can go to it when they want, or is it really like a vacation thing, they book it and then all the people appear, or is it like a surprise that other people are there as well??
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@White -- Chocolate Well everyone sent in letters to go on vacations and were randomly picked to reside in the cabin and everyone will think that theyre the only one who willl be residing in the cabin, and thank you for asking me that question! I forgot to add that in the plot
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@White -- Chocolate - no it's my fault I meant to put it in the plot but didn't so its fine.
@White -- Chocolate @upscalerat @Kronas17 - Thank you three for being the first ones to reply!
@White -- Chocolate @upscalerat @Kronas17 - Thank you three for being the first ones to reply!
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@RareSecret - Yes it is!
@Kronas17 @upscalerat @Polystical @White -- Chocolate @Kitsune @Cephalo - I'm going to be busy until later on tomorrow (like until 8pm) so if any of you want to continue on in the or then feel free to do so.
@Kronas17 @upscalerat @Polystical @White -- Chocolate @Kitsune @Cephalo - I'm going to be busy until later on tomorrow (like until 8pm) so if any of you want to continue on in the or then feel free to do so.
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