Mun's Test Zone

You are a student at Florence Preparatory Academy, an institution known for it's rich curriculum and top tier teachers. Florence Preparatory Academy is also known for it's field trips that are free for enrolled students. The field trips range from touring a five star hotel to going to the beaches of Dubai, and this year, the students will be going on a trip to Egypt!

Oh everyone's excited! Well maybe some are excited, and some are wondering why in the world the teachers decided to send them on a field trip the week of Valentine's day! So many plans to declare love diverted! So many meticulously planned dates, ruined! Clearly the person who planned this trip must be a hater of lovers everywhere!
 


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    ❃ Name ❃
    Legal: Vance Elliot Lane-Kim
    Preferred: Vanessa Eleanor Lane-Kim
    ❃ Nickname ❃
    V
    ❃ Age & Birthdate ❃
    『 14 | July 5th 』
    ❃ Gender & Sexuality ❃
    『 Transgender Female | Straight 』
    ❃ Hometown ❃
    『 Answer Here | Anywhere in the World is Fine 』
    ❃ Health Ailments ❃
    『 Answer Here | Optional 』
    ❃ Grade & Type ❃
    『 Answer Here | See Grade Chart | “Type” is Scholarship or Regular 』
    ❃ Dorm Number ❃
    『 Answer Here | See Dorm Chart 』
    ❃ Physical Appearance ❃
    『 Answer Here | Height • Weight • Hair and Eye Color • Piercings • Markings 』
    ❃ Personality ❃
    『 Answer Here | Include at Least Five Traits 』
    ❃ Likes ❃
    『 Answer Here | Four Minimum 』
    ❃ Dislikes ❃
    『 Answer Here | Three Minimum 』
    ❃ Club{s} & Sport{s} ❃
    『 Answer Here | See Clubs and Sports List 』
    ❃ Family ❃
    『 Answer Here 』
    ❃ Significant Other ❃
    『 Answer Here | Include Name and Status {Crush, Boyfriend/Girlfriend} | Romantic Relations Within and Between Schools is Encouraged 』
    ❃ Other ❃
    『 Answer Here | Languages Spoken • Face Claim • Theme Song • Etcetera 』​






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    ❃ Name ❃
    Derek Nathan Lane-Kim
    ❃ Nicknames ❃
    Der, Der Bear, Nate, D
    ❃ Age & Birthdate ❃
    『 17 | February 11th 』
    ❃ Gender & Sexuality ❃
    『 Male | Bisexual 』
    ❃ Hometown ❃
    『 Answer Here | Anywhere in the World is Fine 』
    ❃ Health Ailments ❃
    『 Answer Here | Optional 』
    ❃ Grade & Type ❃
    『 Answer Here | See Grade Chart | “Type” is Scholarship or Regular 』
    ❃ Dorm Number ❃
    『 Answer Here | See Dorm Chart 』
    ❃ Physical Appearance ❃
    『 Answer Here | Height • Weight • Hair and Eye Color • Piercings • Markings 』
    ❃ Personality ❃
    『 Answer Here | Include at Least Five Traits 』
    ❃ Likes ❃
    『 Answer Here | Four Minimum 』
    ❃ Dislikes ❃
    『 Answer Here | Three Minimum 』
    ❃ Club{s} & Sport{s} ❃
    『 Answer Here | See Clubs and Sports List 』
    ❃ Family ❃
    『 Answer Here 』
    ❃ Significant Other ❃
    『 Answer Here | Include Name and Status {Crush, Boyfriend/Girlfriend} | Romantic Relations Within and Between Schools is Encouraged 』
    ❃ Other ❃
    『 Answer Here | Languages Spoken • Face Claim • Theme Song • Etcetera 』​






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    ❃ Name ❃
    India Echo Lorraine
    ❃ Nicknames ❃
    Indie, Dee, Dia
    ❃ Age & Birthdate ❃
    『 12 | April 1st 』
    ❃ Gender & Sexuality ❃
    『 Female | Pansexual 』
    ❃ Hometown ❃
    『 Answer Here | Anywhere in the World is Fine 』
    ❃ Health Ailments ❃
    『 Answer Here | Optional 』
    ❃ Grade & Type ❃
    『 Answer Here | See Grade Chart | “Type” is Scholarship or Regular 』
    ❃ Dorm Number ❃
    『 Answer Here | See Dorm Chart 』
    ❃ Physical Appearance ❃
    『 Answer Here | Height • Weight • Hair and Eye Color • Piercings • Markings 』
    ❃ Personality ❃
    『 Answer Here | Include at Least Five Traits 』
    ❃ Likes ❃
    『 Answer Here | Four Minimum 』
    ❃ Dislikes ❃
    『 Answer Here | Three Minimum 』
    ❃ Club{s} & Sport{s} ❃
    『 Answer Here | See Clubs and Sports List 』
    ❃ Family ❃
    『 Answer Here 』
    ❃ Significant Other ❃
    『 Answer Here | Include Name and Status {Crush, Boyfriend/Girlfriend} | Romantic Relations Within and Between Schools is Encouraged 』
    ❃ Other ❃
    『 Answer Here | Languages Spoken • Face Claim • Theme Song • Etcetera 』​




 
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SEO HYE-MI
"The Huntress"


ABOUT HER
Role: Second Lead Actress

Name: Seo Hye-Mi
Gender: Female
Age: 24

Personality: She learned from a young age that if she wanted to be happy, she had to take what she wanted. With a stare that could freeze the hottest of fires, Hye-Mi knows how to take her opponents down with just words and clever ploys. It's not her intention to come off haughty or rude but most situations that she lands in almost always make her out to be the bad guy. In truth, she's a pleasant person to be around. She has a humorous personality and has loads of lighthearted snappy comments to keep the conversation alive. When she's around the one she loves, she can get giggly and nervous just like any other girl! She has a tendency to imagine situations that she wants and she'll do her best to make those imaginary situations come true. Sometimes she gets so carried away that she goes too far and that's when she's seen as the frigid woman whose only purpose is to ruin the lives of doe eyed little goody goodies.

But! That's how she appears behind closed doors. In public, Hye-Mi is an angel who does charity work, visits children's hospitals and runs an animal rescue shelter. At first Hye-Mi's agent told her to do all of these things to brighten her image, but after awhile, the actress started to enjoy these events and does them regularly even when she doesn't have too. Deep inside, Hye-Mi's is a lovely young woman with a heart of gold, she just has a strong and sometimes intimidating personality.

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Problems.

Everyone has them. They're an issue that's plagued the living since the beginning of time. There never seems to be an end to them, right? Even if you've got it all, there's got to be a damned problem!

It's the worst. But it's life.

Your life in Los Angeles is filled with problems. Work problems. Love problems. Kid problems! And you've gotta deal with them. But get this? You're not alone. You have a tight knit group of friends who've been with you since freshman year of college. Even though it's been seven years since graduation, you've all stayed tight. You help each other when you can, despite the fact that you all walk different paths in life.

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My name's Mundane Monster and I love slice of life rps. Ironically though, I generally don't care for slice of life TV shows, too much drama in my opinion. But slice of life role plays, I love!

So! I'm looking for a good group of people who can help me create a slice of life role play. You'll all have characters that live in LA and have to deal with life as...Whoever!

The one thing is, that some of those characters must be apart of the my cast. In order to create this role play I need some people to assume premade roles. So you can come up with the entire character from age to history, but I need them to fill certain roles. Not all characters will require this of course.

So if you're interested, here's a quick review of the premade roles that I need filled. If I receive any interest, I will post the Sign Ups as soon as possible.[/fieldbox]

RATING: PG. All Stars. Some language, but no romance past kissing.

PRE-MADE ROLES

The Recent Divorcees:
In college, you two were the lovebirds. The couple that everyone either adored or envied. So what happened?

Baby Fever, The Adoption Option or Neither?
One wants a baby, the other one isn't so sure they're ready to start that chapter of their life yet. Uh oh.

Roles Reversed
In college you
 
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LOCATION: Somewhere
AGE:
R/S STATUS: I
GENDER:
HOMETOWN: Nunya


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WEAPON: Nunya || SECONDARY: Nunya ||​


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"QUOTE"

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☣ personality ☣



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☣ biography ☣​


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SHAI


God of Fate, Destiny and Luck
"You can't escape the life meant for you."


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NAME: Nunya || LOCATION: Nunya || FORMAT: Nunya || DESIGNATION: Nunya || KEY TOOL: Nunya
WEAPON: Nunya || SECONDARY: Nunya ||​


❃ appearance ❃​


"QUOTE"

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✵MONROE TORRES

Nicknames
Roe
Date of Birth
July 19th
Gender
Female

Nationality
American

Languages
English, Spanish, and French
Occupation

Owner of Bee-lieve

✵POWER & ABILITY

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✵APPEARANCE

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✵PERSONALITY, BIO & STUFF

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A Spectre of the Fade and Mundane Monster Collab

The Honey Pot flower shop, or at least the front section of it, was basically deserted at this time of night; that wasn’t too surprising, given the nature of its business. The “OPEN” sign was turned off and most of the lights had followed suit, with the exception of one above the counter providing illumination for the shop’s one occupant. Said occupant also happened to be the source of the soft humming that filled the front area, the tune some pop-y song with a good beat to it. Said occupant also seemed hard at work scribbling things down on the papers spread across the counter, the bobbing of his head along to the beat of whatever was playing in his earbuds not disrupting his concentration any.

It was Gabe’s weekend, technically. Which was weird to say, but he strategically made sure all his classes for the semester were scheduled on Thursdays and Saturdays, then worked on Fridays, Sundays, and Mondays. Tuesday and Wednesday were his time off, which made Monday night the first few hours of his weekend, but he was still here. He was at work. Catching up on inventory. And he wasn’t even getting paid for it. Oh, well. There were worse ways to waste his time. Besides, Monroe might even treat him to drinks for all his hard work. Yeah, no, that was why he was here. The slim hope that he might get drinks was why he was here.

Speaking of Monroe...it’d been awhile since he’d seen her. Probably because he was absorbed in inventory and his tunes, but hey. He pulled out one of his earbuds and turned towards the back, assuming she was in that direction. “Monroe?” he called out, keeping his distance from the door itself. The back was a No-No Zone, established as explicitly off limits his very first day, and he was not stupid enough to mess with someone as ferocious as his boss.

Said boss was standing the back room, arms crossed with a pointed gaze turned in the direction of her customer who was attempting to haggle. Monroe hated hagglers, especially the ones that needed a 'heavy duty' potion but weren't willing to make a sacrifice. Or in this case, willing to part with their beautiful Neiman Marcus dress that was exactly Monroe's size.

"I have money!" The woman stated indignantly

"I don't want your money. I want that dress." Of course money would have been great and with said money the witch could have bought her own Neiman Marcus dress but all those years living with the Vacilar coven, taught Monroe to be a bit of an asshole. Part of her wanted to just take the money and be done with it, but another part, a much larger part, wanted to see how low this woman was willing to go to get her 'remedy'. And judging by the way she was angrily shedding her cardigan, she was willing to go pretty low.

"Monroe?" The witch heard her sole employee, Gabe call from the door, probably concerned as to why she hadn't come out in a while.

"Be out in a few!" she called in a sing songy voice and turned back to the now half naked woman who stood before her like a peachy pink rat in Victoria secret lingerie basking in the warm glow of humiliation. It was lovely.

The woman handed her the dress and Monroe in turn handed her a small vial of misty green liquid.

"That's it?" The woman gasped, immediately suspicious.

"Hey now just one of those drops will make your mother in law love you. Take anymore and she might try to peel off your skin and wear it like a coat." Monroe warned as she held the dress in front of the mirror, twisting from side to side to view it from all angles. Behind her the woman huffed and shuffled her feet.

Turning around, Monroe cocked an eyebrow. "Transaction's over, you can go."

"Can I at least have a shirt?" The woman demanded, her voice tapering into a petulant whine.

Heaving out a sigh as if she was the one being inconvenienced, Monroe yanked open the door connecting the back business from the front and called out loudly into the hall. "GABRIEL, YOU GOTTA SHIRT UP THERE?"

In the front, Gabe remained blissfully unaware of the business being conducted in the back. He did notice that his boss’s answer to his question was said in that sing-song tone that meant she was up to something suspicious or maybe evil, but he got a response and that was enough that he went back to tallying up how many roses and lilies they’d sold in the last week. That peace only lasted for a mere moment.

The blunt question had Gabe’s head snapping up, sums forgotten while he stared at the entrance to the hall with an expression of alarm and vague distress. A shirt? Why would she need a shirt? Was she talking about his shirt? Why his shirt specifically? It took him all of two seconds to realize that yes, he was going to give up his shirt (a hot pink tank top with an abstract graphic design he’d liked in like sophomore year that was long on even his lanky frame) and that no, he did not want to know what Monroe needed it for (to cover something? to use as a rag? to make a voodoo doll with? to use as part of some sort of ritual sacrifice?).

With a grumbling noise of complaint, Gabe tugged out his headphones and set them on the counter, then tugged off the shirt. It was clean, freshly washed before his shift, and he would be damned if he didn't have excellent hygiene. Hopefully that suited whatever nefarious purposes Monroe had in mind for it. And, in truth, he wouldn't miss it all that much. It was just an old work shirt.

“Yeah, I got a shirt!” Gabe called towards the back, going to grab his jacket from behind the counter as he spoke. The black windbreaker was better than being half naked in the cold shop, at least.

Monroe met him halfway so he didn’t have to enter the backroom. It wasn't that she didn't trust him and she knew that he knew what went on in the back. It was just that she had had a human employee in the past who had seen all her potions and hex bags then tried to ‘enhance’ his figure with a potion that he misread. Oh, Brody...That lovable dork. Anyhow, that's why Monroe didn't let Gabe into the back and also why she had a parrot that constantly said “Duuuude.”

Taking the shirt, Monroe tossed it over her shoulder into the backroom. “Nice doin’ business with ya.” Her nonchalant remark was met with an indignant squawk but Monroe soon heard the back door slam, signaling the departure of her client.

Striding into the flower shop part of the store, Monroe cast Gabe a wry smile. “Sorry ‘bout the shirt, I’ll treat you to a drink later to make up for it, alright?”

“It’s fine, Roe,” Gabe responded with a smile and a dismissive gesture, then reached down to zip the windbreaker up over his bare chest. The jacket was probably going to have him overheating here in a few minutes, seeing as he ran hot on even the coldest of nights, but he wasn’t going to mention that to Monroe. Sure, he was trying to coerce her into getting him drinks, but using pity to get them just seemed so...low. Besides, he would call the two of them friends. You didn’t send friends on guilt trips. “Just an old shirt, no big deal. I would not mind going home and changing, though.”

His mouth opened like he was about to say more, but he was interrupted by some grand musical score from Lord of the Rings coming from his pocket. His ringtone, incidentally enough. Gabe gave Monroe an adorably apologetic look before he answered the call.

"Today was one heck of a day, if I have anything to say about it,” Addy announced on the other end as soon as he answered the call. Given her tone, Gabe assumed it was not going to be a short conversation.

“Oh, yeah? One sec.” He pulled the phone away from his ear, pressing the microphone to his chest, and flashed Monroe his best set of puppy eyes. “Rain check on the drinks? My friend had a bad day. The, uh, the friend that doesn’t like you.”

Monroe waved Gabe away with an eye roll at the mention of his ‘friend’ who was more or less a mother hen with a permanent stick shoved up her ass. “Yeah, yeah have fun listening to Little Miss Thing and watching the Notebook or whatever it is that nerds do together.” She said jokingly, before picking up the order book to look over the day’s profits. The door snapped shut behind Gabe and Monroe was left to her thoughts.


The Honey Pot flower shop, or at least the front section of it, was basically deserted at this time of night; that wasn’t too surprising, given the nature of its business. The “OPEN” sign was turned off and most of the lights had followed suit, with the exception of one above the counter providing illumination for the shop’s one occupant. Said occupant also happened to be the source of the soft humming that filled the front area, the tune some pop-y song with a good beat to it. Said occupant also seemed hard at work scribbling things down on the papers spread across the counter, the bobbing of his head along to the beat of whatever was playing in his earbuds not disrupting his concentration any.

It was Gabe’s weekend, technically. Which was weird to say, but he strategically made sure all his classes for the semester were scheduled on Thursdays and Saturdays, then worked on Fridays, Sundays, and Mondays. Tuesday and Wednesday were his time off, which made Monday night the first few hours of his weekend, but he was still here. He was at work. Catching up on inventory. And he wasn’t even getting paid for it. Oh, well. There were worse ways to waste his time. Besides, Monroe might even treat him to drinks for all his hard work. Yeah, no, that was why he was here. The slim hope that he might get drinks was why he was here.

Speaking of Monroe...it’d been awhile since he’d seen her. Probably because he was absorbed in inventory and his tunes, but hey. He pulled out one of his earbuds and turned towards the back, assuming she was in that direction. “Monroe?” he called out, keeping his distance from the door itself. The back was a No-No Zone, established as explicitly off limits his very first day, and he was not stupid enough to mess with someone as ferocious as his boss.

Said boss was standing the back room, arms crossed with a pointed gaze turned in the direction of her customer who was attempting to haggle. Monroe hated hagglers, especially the ones that needed a 'heavy duty' potion but weren't willing to make a sacrifice. Or in this case, willing to part with their beautiful Neiman Marcus dress that was exactly Monroe's size.

"I have money!" The woman stated indignantly

"I don't want your money. I want that dress." Of course money would have been great and with said money the witch could have bought her own Neiman Marcus dress but all those years living with the Vacilar coven, taught Monroe to be a bit of an asshole. Part of her wanted to just take the money and be done with it, but another part, a much larger part, wanted to see how low this woman was willing to go to get her 'remedy'. And judging by the way she was angrily shedding her cardigan, she was willing to go pretty low.

"Monroe?" The witch heard her sole employee, Gabe call from the door, probably concerned as to why she hadn't come out in a while.

"Be out in a few!" she called in a sing songy voice and turned back to the now half naked woman who stood before her like a peachy pink rat in Victoria secret lingerie basking in the warm glow of humiliation. It was lovely.

The woman handed her the dress and Monroe in turn handed her a small vial of misty green liquid.

"That's it?" The woman gasped, immediately suspicious.

"Hey now just one of those drops will make your mother in law love you. Take anymore and she might try to peel off your skin and wear it like a coat." Monroe warned as she held the dress in front of the mirror, twisting from side to side to view it from all angles. Behind her the woman huffed and shuffled her feet.

Turning around, Monroe cocked an eyebrow. "Transaction's over, you can go."

"Can I at least have a shirt?" The woman demanded, her voice tapering into a petulant whine.

Heaving out a sigh as if she was the one being inconvenienced, Monroe yanked open the door connecting the back business from the front and called out loudly into the hall. "GABRIEL, YOU GOTTA SHIRT UP THERE?"

In the front, Gabe remained blissfully unaware of the business being conducted in the back. He did notice that his boss’s answer to his question was said in that sing-song tone that meant she was up to something suspicious or maybe evil, but he got a response and that was enough that he went back to tallying up how many roses and lilies they’d sold in the last week. That peace only lasted for a mere moment.

The blunt question had Gabe’s head snapping up, sums forgotten while he stared at the entrance to the hall with an expression of alarm and vague distress. A shirt? Why would she need a shirt? Was she talking about his shirt? Why his shirt specifically? It took him all of two seconds to realize that yes, he was going to give up his shirt (a hot pink tank top with an abstract graphic design he’d liked in like sophomore year that was long on even his lanky frame) and that no, he did not want to know what Monroe needed it for (to cover something? to use as a rag? to make a voodoo doll with? to use as part of some sort of ritual sacrifice?).

With a grumbling noise of complaint, Gabe tugged out his headphones and set them on the counter, then tugged off the shirt. It was clean, freshly washed before his shift, and he would be damned if he didn't have excellent hygiene. Hopefully that suited whatever nefarious purposes Monroe had in mind for it. And, in truth, he wouldn't miss it all that much. It was just an old work shirt.

“Yeah, I got a shirt!” Gabe called towards the back, going to grab his jacket from behind the counter as he spoke. The black windbreaker was better than being half naked in the cold shop, at least.

Monroe met him halfway so he didn’t have to enter the backroom. It wasn't that she didn't trust him and she knew that he knew what went on in the back. It was just that she had had a human employee in the past who had seen all her potions and hex bags then tried to ‘enhance’ his figure with a potion that he misread. Oh, Brody...That lovable dork. Anyhow, that's why Monroe didn't let Gabe into the back and also why she had a parrot that constantly said “Duuuude.”

Taking the shirt, Monroe tossed it over her shoulder into the backroom. “Nice doin’ business with ya.” Her nonchalant remark was met with an indignant squawk but Monroe soon heard the back door slam, signaling the departure of her client.

Striding into the flower shop part of the store, Monroe cast Gabe a wry smile. “Sorry ‘bout the shirt, I’ll treat you to a drink later to make up for it, alright?”

“It’s fine, Roe,” Gabe responded with a smile and a dismissive gesture, then reached down to zip the windbreaker up over his bare chest. The jacket was probably going to have him overheating here in a few minutes, seeing as he ran hot on even the coldest of nights, but he wasn’t going to mention that to Monroe. Sure, he was trying to coerce her into getting him drinks, but using pity to get them just seemed so...low. Besides, he would call the two of them friends. You didn’t send friends on guilt trips. “Just an old shirt, no big deal. I would not mind going home and changing, though.”

His mouth opened like he was about to say more, but he was interrupted by some grand musical score from Lord of the Rings coming from his pocket. His ringtone, incidentally enough. Gabe gave Monroe an adorably apologetic look before he answered the call.

"Today was one heck of a day, if I have anything to say about it,” Addy announced on the other end as soon as he answered the call. Given her tone, Gabe assumed it was not going to be a short conversation.

“Oh, yeah? One sec.” He pulled the phone away from his ear, pressing the microphone to his chest, and flashed Monroe his best set of puppy eyes. “Rain check on the drinks? My friend had a bad day. The, uh, the friend that doesn’t like you.”

Monroe waved Gabe away with an eye roll at the mention of his ‘friend’ who was more or less a mother hen with a permanent stick shoved up her ass. “Yeah, yeah have fun listening to Little Miss Thing and watching the Notebook or whatever it is that nerds do together.” She said jokingly, before picking up the order book to look over the day’s profits. The door snapped shut behind Gabe and Monroe was left to her thoughts.
 
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❃ Name ❃
『 Answer Here | First Middle Last 』
❃ Nickname{s} ❃
『 Answer Here | Optional 』
❃ Age • Birthday ❃
『 Answer Here {Physical Age: 16-29} • Actual Age {if Applicable} • Day and Month Only 』
❃ Gender • Sexuality ❃
『 Answer Here {Male or Female Only} • Any Sexuality is Fine 』
❃ Race ❃
『 Answer Here | Please Choose from the Provided List {Include Sub-Race if Available - Like a Nymph can also be a dryad or an oriad} | Only ONE 』
❃ Power{s} ❃
『 Answer Here | The Race portion of the OOC explains limitations. 』
❃ Health Ailments ❃
『 Answer Here | Optional 』
❃ Occupation ❃
『 Answer Here | Anything is Possible | If In High School, Just Put That 』
❃ Physical Appearance ❃
『 Answer Here | Height • Weight • Hair and Eye Color • Piercings • Markings 』
❃ Personality ❃
『 Answer Here | Include at Least Five Traits 』
❃ Likes ❃
『 Answer Here | Five Minimum 』
❃ Dislikes ❃
『 Answer Here | Three Minimum 』
❃ Weakness{es} ❃
『 Answer Here | Please Provide at Least Three 』
❃ Family ❃
『 Answer Here 』
❃ Significant Other ❃
『 Answer Here | Include Name and Status {Crush, Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Fiancee, Spouse} | I Encourage Inter-Race Relationships 』
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『 Answer Here | Languages Spoken • Face Claim • Theme Song • Etcetera 』
 
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CELESTINE


Celestine Ana Torres
Cat, Ana, Tini
Theme Song
Played by Mundane Monster
PROFILE
AGE: 23
CARRIER: Nope.
BIRTH DATE: April 12th
BUILD: Athletic and Lanky
PACK: First Aid Kit, Trail Mix, Jerky, Water Canteen, Compass, Flashlight, Rope, Tampons, Combat Knife, SIG Sauer P320 and ammo, Sunglasses, Sun Block, Family Photo Album and work gloves.
OCCUPATION: College Student + 1/2 time Mechanic
HEIGHT: 5'10"
WEIGHT: 159 lbs
SEX: Female
ORIENTATION: Bisexual


ABOUT

"It always drives me crazy..."
Biography: Celestine was the sixth child of a very traditional family. Her father was a military man and expected all of his sons to be military and for all his daughters to take after their female relatives and become variations of caretakers. Celestine however, never held any interest in becoming a nurse like her mother or even a teacher like her father's sister. Celestine admired the military's great service to the country and throughout her childhood she tried her hardest to show her father that she was more like him and her brothers, than her mother and sisters. In truth, Celestine looked more like her father and brothers than her female family members. While her mother and sisters were curvaceous and kept their hair relaxed and adorned with barrettes, Celestine was tall and skinny with hair that she couldn't care to maintain. Her father didn't approve of this and constantly berated her about acting like the girl she was and not like a rambunctious little boy. However Celestine had inherited her father's stubbornness and ignored his disapproving words.

When she was eight Celestine joined the Girl Scouts (the boy scouts wouldn't take her), an organization known for being forward thinking. During her time with the girl scouts she learned everything she would have learned in the boy scouts and more. She also learned that no gender was better than the other and to not knock things before she tried them. So Celestine learned to compromise with the things her mother wanted her to do but she never stopped trying to follow in her father and brother's footsteps.

Celestine's parents divorced in middle school, an event that shocked Celestine completely. She'd been so concerned with her own life, that she'd never noticed that her mother hated her husband's 'guidelines' on what she should and shouldn't do. When it came time for her mother to move out, Celestine and her siblings were lined up and asked who they wanted to stay with. In the end, Celestine's mother and sisters went to stay with relatives in Puerto Rico and Celestine and her brother stayed with their father in Atlanta. Under normal circumstances, her father would have forced her to stay with her mother, but he was so shocked by the recent developments that he didn't even try to stop her.

Her father's mindset began to change slowly over the years. He no longer pressed Celestine to wear dresses or keep her hair looking nice. It was much easier on him to let Celestine do what she wanted then to constantly hound her about traditional gender roles.

In senior year of high school, Celestine got into a massive fight with her father about enlisting. Both of her brothers had already enlisted and she wanted to follow in their footsteps. Despite the divorce pushing him into a more open mindset, Celestine's father would not allow his daughter to do what he thought was a 'man's' duty. Celestine was so angry at him that she threatened to leave him and enlist anyway as she was almost eighteen and could soon do whatever she pleased. Afraid of losing her like he had her mother, Celestine's father offered a compromise. He would teach her everything he knew about cars (his current job and something he also refused to expose her to for years) and allow her to be his assistant at his garage in exchange for her going to college and never engaging in anything military related.

She agreed and thus began a promising partnership between the two. Celestine went to the local community college to major in business and on weekends she helped her dad at the garage. After a few years she began taking on repair jobs by herself and aiding her father with the financial side of the business with the knowledge she acquired in class. A few years passed and her brothers came home from their service (they were twins so they finished at roughly the same time). Together the Torres family worked at the garage and their father surprised all of them by changing the name of the business from Torres & Sons to Torres & Co.

Everything was going fine and Celestine was just about to graduate when the outbreak happened. Her father and brothers immediately began stocking up and preparing for any conflicts. Celestine tried to prepare as well and even managed to get herself a gun but when it came time to make a move and fight any Zs that cropped up, her father and brothers kept her locked away in the garage. Her father began to repeat the phrases that he had stopped saying years ago. 'A woman's place is in the home' 'You will prepare meals and clean' All the sayings that Celestine hated. She knew her father just wanted to see her safe but she knew she could help if they just let her.
"...That of all people to survive..."
She finally got her chance when one day only her elder brother came home. He told her that their father and brother had gotten attacked and he'd had to mercy kill them. He had also been attacked but he hadn't turned. He'd only returned to make sure she was safe and that she would always be safe when he left. He didn't know if he'd turn or not and he didn't want his sister to die at his hands. Before he left he gave her a crash course in self defense left her all of his weapons. Celestine begged him not to go but he was afraid that he would turn later and kill her.
"It was me."
After that day, Celestine began transforming the garage into a stronghold and allowed any survivors that she came across to live in the garage as long as they did their fare share of the work.
Likes: Meat, Music, Working Out, Responsible People, Versatile Terrain
Strengths: Extensive Mechanic Knowledge, High Stamina, Strategic, Thick Skinned, Acquired Girl Scout Knowledge
Dislikes: Lazy People, Being Undermined, Kids (dead weights), Braggarts and Carrier Killers.
Fears: Meeting Her Brother Again, Reptiles (Zombie or Normal), Being Turned, Zombified Zoo Beasts (They're so much more frightening than a house cat)


 
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Location: Skyport Overlook
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"Can you fix basic appliances?"

"No, but--

"Do you have any experiences with children?"

"Well at one point I was a child so--

"So no?"

"No..."

"Then I don't need your 'help'."

And that was the second door slammed in her face in the past two hours. Bee had never thought that it would be this hard to find a job. Apparently people really care about credentials and work history, two of which she had none of. At this point she would have to lie...Or head to the sky ports like that guy had suggested to her. He'd said that there was a guy named Kinglsey looking for members for a crew but...She didn't know anything about airships or...crewing. She had so many rejections in the past week that she was afraid that if she got rejected there she would suffer a mental breakdown and do something she'd regret.

But lying to get a job...Bee shuddered at the thought of getting caught in a lie she forgot she told. It was better to apply for a job while bearing her soul then apply under a persona and have to live with it for the rest of her life. After all, when she returned to her father she wanted him to be able to recognize her and not think she was the same cold blooded person she'd been when she'd left. Even if he didn't know the whole story of why she'd appeared so cold--No. Nuh-uhn not going to think about that crap fest.

Shaking her head and ruffling her hair, Bee took a moment to gaze into Mirefield's wishing fountain. She was a little dirty and she probably didn't smell too great. Her hair looked crazier than usual and there was some leaves stuck in it. "At least my clothes aren't ripped!" She chirped to herself then cringed when she noticed the not so subtle tear on her right sleeve. "Well...At least I still have a sleeve." She amended. Glancing around quickly, she dunked her head in the water, earning her an appalled look from a woman and a look of glee from the woman's son. Bee shot them what she hoped was an innocent grin as she furiously wiped the dirt from her face and rung her hair to dry it. In the end she looked like a half drowned rat, but at least she was now a clean half drowned rat and not a dirty one.

"Chin up, Bee!" She said to herself. "You're gonna find this Kingsley guy and show him that you're invaluable!" And with that, Bee Mayer strode towards the Sky Dock overlook with a confident smile on her face and a rapidly thumping heart. The recruiter that she'd met had told her to look for a tall man with a muscular frame and scars on his hands. As her gaze scoured the overlook, Bee just now realized that the man she was looking for sounding a lot like the miners in her old town, and that provided her with some comfort. Her eyes swept the area until they landed on two men, one sort of fitting the description (she wasn't close enough to really make out if his hands were scarred or not) and another not fitting the description. Her heart leaped into her throat as she deduced that the second man must have been applying for a job too and that she needed to get her butt over there before all the spots were taken up. Somehow she hadn't thought that other people would have been in the running as well and she began to get nervous as she approached them. The second guy was much more suitable looking than her and judging by the helmet under his arm, he probably better fit the requirements.

"Oh well...No sense in turning back now. I might as well try to apply." She mumbled to herself as she sidled up next to the two men, the smile on her face trembling. "I'm here to join...Your crew? Are you Kingsley? Um--Mr. Kingsley? Sir? Capt..ain?" She posed unsure of what she should address him by. After a quick pause she added, "I'm Bee Mayer--Well, Belinda actually." Then she winced and glanced at the second guy. "Sorry to interrupt."
 
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It's game night. You know the rules.



[dash=red]We meet at Coach Duncan's cabin @ 9 PM
Phones go in the safety deposit box.
Guests are not to be prepped or briefed. We don't need a repeat of last year's events.
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Welcome to Game Night, a sick twisted game made up by a drunken football coach from the seventies. He and his pals used to gather in his hunting cabin every year and engage in the most dangerous game. What's the prize you ask? A million dollars. Well...Now it's probably more with interest and what not.

That old coach ended up being the winner of his game but found that even though he was newly rich, he couldn't get the taste of blood out of his mouth. So he restarted the game but this time, he decided to be the game master and recruit some of his favorite students.

A jock, a cheerleader, a prep, a nerd, a junkie, a loner and a goth.

But Duncan changed the rules of the game and made it deadlier. He tasked his new members to invite losers, nobodies, people that no one cared about and wouldn't raise alarm for if they went missing. Each game night, Duncan's students would bring lure their 'guest' to the cabin and only when the doors were locked and the guests were restrained would the rules of game night be explained.[/bg]

[dash=red]Each guest represents a Game Night member, and to differentiate between them, the guests are each branded with a symbol unique to their corresponding member.

At 11:00 PM each member is allowed to choose and prep three weapons for themselves.

And at the stroke of 12 the guests are released and tasked with trying to 'escape'.

Meanwhile, the members must wait thirty minutes before they are allowed to officially start game night. The goal of game night is to win the pot (money that has been accumulated since the last game). In order to win the pot, only one guests must remain at the end of the night. Members are encouraged to protect their guests (be it from afar or up close) from the other members.

At the end of the night, the last standing guests is brought back to the cabin and allowed to live a night of luxury before being released* the next morning.

*released from life that is. The member responsible for this guest must kill them the next morning.

And of course after that loose end is tied, the winning member is to take the winnings and is tasked with setting up the next game, as well as contacting the other members.[/dash]​

Well, I look forward to seeing you all tomorrow night!

XOXO Amanda.
(AKA Last Years Winner)​
 
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Location: Skyport Overlook
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The whole time Captain Lee was speaking, Bee had a joyful grin etched on her face. She wasn't trying to be disrespectful or silly but she was just so happy that she was being hired! And the only requirement was to not judge him? Well that was easy because Bee made it her mission not to judge anybody at first sight! And besides, even if he was from the Republic, he just said that he was an Insurgent which meant he was a good guy through and through! But aside from her intention to not judge, she was now apprehensive about that Insurgency detail and also the details about the ship...and the gun...Was now the time to break the news that she didn't have any experiences with well...Any ships?

In Perlenter the only ships that they encountered were cruisers piloted by merchants who constantly shrieked at the miner kids to quit sneaking on board. Of course when Bee had left town, she'd gotten a ride on a cruiser ship but riding on one was way different from actually maintaining one. But she needed this job! If she fessed up now, and Captain Lee rescinded his job offer, who knows when she'd find a better job prospect? Nope. She hated lying but technically she wasn't really lying, she was just...Not providing a possibly vital detail about herself.

"I'm won't make that any issue, sir! Err--Lee!" Bee cringed inwardly as she referred to him without a title. Her dad had always taught her to refer to her betters with titles like Mr or even Uncle if they were his friends. Though she doubted the Captain would appreciate being called 'Uncle Lee'. "Mr. Lee." She added on quickly. As she responded to more people approached their group, a brown haired man with a face like a hawk and a skinny woman with more piercings than Bee had ever seen in her life.

At the woman's--who introduced herself as Izabella-- statement about just leaving the Republic Bee glanced between Mr. Lee and the woman before reiterating her previous statement, this time complete with slight jazz hands. "Still not judging!"




 
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General & Appearance
Yannick Mecatl
Pronunciation - Yah-Nick / Meh-Ka-T
Nickname - Nick
Age - 20
Gender - Male
Birthday - July 12th
Sign - Cancer
Sexuality - Pansexual
Ethnicity - Native American & Latin American
Accent - American

Nick is a tall and athletic with waist length glossy black hair that he often pulls into a ponytail or bun. He is 5'10 and weighs 167 lbs, although he is trying his hardest to reach 170 lbs. His eyes are dark brown and he has quite a bit of facial hair that he keeps trimmed meticulously. He's never been a fan of needles, even tattoo ones so he's chosen to express himself in piercings, though he doesn't have very many now. His earring styles range from simple small hoops to beautiful stone studs. He has a few faded scars from childhood on his knees (scrapes and what not) as well as a small pinkish birthmark on his upper shoulder, some might say that mark resembles a one eared cat.
Personal & Hollywood
Personality
Likes
Dislikes
Strengths
Weaknesses - Yannick knows next to nothing about his ethnicity and culture and constantly feels guilty and unsure of his identity. He can get defensive on this matter and may seem surly when meeting people who have embraced their own culture fully and know everything about it.
Habits
Fears - He is deathly afraid of needles and will break into a cold sweat when faced with the prospect of receiving a shot. He is also afraid of doctors because they often had to restrain him when he was younger, in order to give him a shot.
Secrets
(I'd say about 3 or more)

Form of Entertainment
"I want to sing and dance. I don't want a choreographer telling me how to move when I sing my songs, cause I already know."
What do you LIKE about the entertainment industry?
"The different methods and people coming together. Also the prospect of money."
What do you DISLIKE about the entertainment industry?
"Well I've only seen this on TV but, apparently producers will like take advantage of their clients? Like you know the sleaze balls who'll tell a girl to take her shirt off and constantly say stuff like 'Don't you wanna be famous?'"
Why do you want to join the entertainment industry?
"I...Look I love my mom, alright? But I can't stay in Clearstone for the rest of my life and be a vet like her! I know there must be more than this p r o v i n c i a l life--Sorry, I had to do it. But anyway, that's my reason."
History & Relationships

History


Family
Esperanza Mecatl - Mother - Veterinarian
Unknown Father
Friends
Crush
Neutral
Enemies
Favorites & Extras
Celebrity Male - "Chris Pratt. It's not just because of his pretty face...Okay it mostly is. But he's a great actor too."
Celebrity Female - "Rose McIver. She's insanely versatile."
Food - "It's a tie between calzones and gyros."
Sport - "Track, I did it a bit in high school and I like to watch. "
Movie - "Moana. I still have 'How Far I'll Go' stuck in my head and I saw that movie months ago."
TV Show - "Archer...I had something for this."

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Murder Mystery RP Idea
An infamous tenant is killed after apartment is placed on lock down in preparation for a hurricane. The power goes out after a brief blackout and she's found dead in the lobby with a bullet in her chest. Everyone in the building is considered a suspect because everyone had an issue or relationship with her.

Police are called to investigate.

Three goals possible:
The killer is revealed or comes clean.
The killer kills everyone until only they remain.
The killer escapes and a patsy is blamed.

Two versions to the game:
Safe: The killer remains idle in attempt to cover tracks.
Hunt: The killer keeps killing.

Two teams:
The suspects (killer is included)
The police

Victim:
Laura Miller A young woman with a knack for attracting drama and loose lips. She's been known to spread rumors, instigate and cut corners when it comes to tenant responsibilities (disposing of trash/recycling, laundry room etiquette and attending tenant meetings). In the past she has hosted several raucous parties after 9 pm (when noise is supposed to be limited). Laura has no tolerance for children and will yell at them for making too much noise when she is present. Despite her shortcomings, she is never late on rent days and always has enough money. She works at a magazine company.

Ex-Boyfriend
Sam Baker is ex-military and struggles with anger management. He is persistent, often prowling in the lobby waiting for Laura to enter and he used intimidation to get the lobby receptionist to leave him alone. Sam has a criminal history of assault and he works as a handy man for the apartment complex across the street.