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Who are you?
What will we call you?
Alyssa
How old are you?
22
Preferred Pronouns?
she/her
Do you have any triggers we should be aware of?
none.
Time Zone?
pst
Activity?
Fairly often. I’m in other roleplays but I think I can balance them pretty well to be on at least every couple of days (although I will aim for more frequency than that don’t worry)
How did you find us?
lsrpg tag
Are you okay with RPing smut?
not really but i am willing to discuss it.
Why this character?
I think she’s different than what the roleplay has and it’d be really exciting to portray her in this rp :)
Alternate means of contact?
the blog im applying from
Who do you want to be?
Biography:
Meet BETHANIA HADDAD. She is TWENTY-FOUR and people mistake her for EMERAUDE TOUBIA. She is currently A POP STAR but would rather be AN R&B ARTIST.
“yeah, you’ve got it all, but you’ve got it all wrong.” ♪
BETHANIA prefers to be called/goes by BETT.
+ generous, ambitious, reliable
- inhibited, self-centered, appeasing
The Past
Her mother and father were an unlikely pair, or so everyone said. Her father’s family lived in Mexico for generations, just like her mother’s but her father’s Muslim faith and being Lebanese didn’t fit well with her mother’s Catholicism and native Mexican roots. Nonetheless, it led to a unique upbringing. Her cousins on her mother’s side were aspiring musicians, six years older than she. Despite being on the shy side, she found them fun to hang out with. They handed her a guitar to play with them, but when she started to get comfortable and sing along, they discovered their little cousin had something promising. Her mother warned her to not listen to her cousins, but when she sang she lost herself in the words and the music. Performing with her cousins was cut short when her parents started to plan moving to the States for their careers. Laredo, Texas provided a different atmosphere than rural Puebla and she was exposed to different musical styles and artists, in particular Michael Jackson and Mariah Carey. Still, her parents urged her that school needed to come first and she could perform her “karaoke” as they called it, whenever she had time. However as she struggled with her parents tumultuous relationship, she turned to singing more often, even writing her own music. Her songs were primarily in Spanish, being her first language but she covered English songs as well, losing her accent when she did.
The first song she wrote with the help of a friend in English was what catapulted her to being heard. Her singing voice was always lower than her normal one and the way her words almost melted together along with the strong percussion and piano left a haunting, yearning and most importantly a powerful tone to her already vulnerable lyrics. While she sang well in Spanish, it was English that was popular among her friends. It wouldn’t be until she was twenty-two and almost finished with university that the music she recorded for her friends’ entertainment was passed around and got into the hands of popular DJs and Medieval Entertainment came to her with an offer. Everything was going great until she realized she was to be marketed as a sexy Latina, their argument being it was a good contrast to the frailty of her voice. Not only that but she had to argue with them on her songwriting, compromising to 20-80. 20% of the songs she would write, 80% it would be her working with a lyricist and she didn’t have much of a say to how her music sounded. As if that wasn’t enough, in her first music video she appeared in lingerie in a dark room room lights on her curves and cutting to scenes alluding to sex with a man. Despite making it clear she wasn’t interested in men, management argued her sexuality wouldn’t sell unless she appeared attainable to men. She agreed to do it. What was one video? She soon found out they had made a box for her and she was to fit in it no matter how much of herself she had to remove. Bethania Haddad was too ethnic and she was sold as Bett.
The Present
Bett has gained a following since signing onto Medieval Entertainment and she has been present as a pop star, if only occasionally dipping into hip hop sounds. She has appeared on tracks of other musicians and has toured with a number of them to dip into their fanbase. However, her number one focus is music. While most of her songs are written by the company’s lyricist, she still has the few that she wrote all by herself, however those have minimal promotion by the company. She has released one album, Decadence, since signing onto Medieval but has been made to work on her second album as she has just returned to Harmony from touring. Despite exhausted and almost losing her voice while performing, they have since hired a vocal coach and her first session to begin the new album has been set. Her inability to express her sexuality has led to suffering and many attempts to turn into what she’s sold as to save herself from more. She has dated women but since signing onto Medieval nothing lasts when she refuses to publicize their relationship or even worse must act like she is dating someone else while in a relationship. Most end with girls being paid for their silence. However, one leak remains as she tried to go behind the company’s back and the source turned around and sparked rumors of her sexuality. Now that she’s back from touring, they need to work on that, starting with a potential contract about pursuing relationships.
The Future
There’s nothing Bett enjoys more than singing and writing. To her, she can’t do one without the other but has become interested in experimenting musical sounds and longs to be able to produce and write her own music. She has always been inspired by R&B sounds and wants to go experimental and have other sounds bleed into her music, she doesn’t want to be tied down to a specific genre. Bett also wants to show her fans who she really is and stop hiding behind this facade a company has created for her. She is living a lie and each day she has to fight her monsters just to keep going. If it wasn’t for music she wouldn’t be able to survive, but she also would not be in the position she currently is in, ironically. Ultimately she knows she must break away from Medieval Entertainment but does not know where to go and who would take her. Her family and old friends have left her. She’s afraid to go to independent and doesn’t want a lawsuit since she has signed a contract and knows she must uphold their demands or else any chance of a career in music will be ruined
Relationships
Shawn Olson - employer
April Li - employer
Darren Bartlett - employer
Resources
GIF Hunts: x x x
Icons: x x x
Bethania Haddad is an oc
3+ Paragraphs in Character:
tw: child abuse, emotional abuse, homophobia
“Mami, it has nothing to do with you,” Bett spoke, the Spanish sounds creeping into her English, but her mother had always smiled when her daughter spoke English. However, her mother’s tears and emotional state left Spanish on her mother’s tongue, English sounded too foreign, too unfamiliar at the moment. Unfamiliar territory meant clinging to familiar things.
“Es un enfermedad, Bethania.” It’s a sickness, disease.
“No!” She urged, her throat tightening at her mother’s ignorance.
Bett practiced telling her parents. She found an answer to every possible argument against her sexuality, but right now, she could only utter ‘no’.
Her mother mentioned her father, how he was going to yell, how he might kick her out of the house.
“No le va gustar.”
He isn’t going to like this.
“What? What will he not like? My happiness?”
Her mother shot her a look, taking her back to the time when she threw a tantrum at the market, wanting to get candy, just one candy or the time when she told her she was being unreasonable for thinking her father cheating just because he came home late.
When her mother stood up from the couch, she put her hands up, wiping them with the towel she had been holding onto and dropping it in front of her.
“Your father is on his way home. I must cook.”
She turned around and headed for the kitchen as Bett leaned forward, placing her elbows on her knees, head down. She imagined her mother holding her in her arms, like when she got scared of the cucuy in her closet and found safety in her mother’s touch, in the way she hummed a lullaby until she fell asleep.
Instead, she got a turned back and when her father came home a slap on the cheek and a burn, a burn that she felt down to her core, as if it had charred her insides and she was left with nothing more than her bones.
The smell of burning tortillas while her parents argued underneath her forever reminded her of the day she learned of conditional love.
2+ Character Development Questions:
Do they have any tattoos or piercings? Do they want any?
She has two lobe piercings on her right ear, along with just one on the left. As persuaded by the label, she got a belly peircing to show when she exposes her midriff. She’s never been one for tattoos, but while on tour she got a Venus symbol on the side of her ring finger on her left hand, to remind herself that she is who she is no matter what she is being portrayed as. Management has yet to notice. She does not want anymore tattoos or piercings.
What is their least favorite memory of growing up? tw: domestic abuse
The time her father and mother argued to the point where they fought physically. Punches or slaps weren’t done, but her mother pushed her father and her father held his mother’s hands down to prevent her from laying hands on him again, but he held them so tight it hurt her mother and she was left with bruises and her parents didn’t speak to each other for days and she had to act as a messenger between them.
If they could time travel, would they go to the past? Or the future? When would they visit? What would they do? Would they change anything?
She would go to her future. She’s not one to look back and regret things. The past is the past and she can’t change that. She can only change the future. So she would go maybe five to seven years in the future and see how her life is like, how her career changed, how her love life changed, does she have a family? Is she happy?
2+ Goals
Completely produce her own music and experiment with sounds, especially synths, drum machines and samplers thus going with her dark R&B sound.
Leave Medieval Entertainment and go to another label or be completely independent.
Show her fans her true self as well be in charge of her own image and live a life of her own and hopefully repair things with her parents in the process
Anything Else?
nothing
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Who are you?
What will we call you?
Zero or Z or Zee or something along those lines.
How old are you?
17. Please don’t have this present on the OOC page.
Preferred Pronouns?
I respond to any pronouns. Female is most often used.
Do you have any triggers we should be aware of?
Suicide, choking/strangling, self-mutilation. I’m fine as long as they’re marked and I’m expecting them there, but surprises are not appreciated.
Time Zone?
EST.
Activity?
At least enough to fit requirements. Otherwise it depends on real life and how much time I spend sleeping.
How did you find us?
Found might be the wrong word.
Are you okay with RPing smut?
No.
Why this character?
Well, I wrote him for the purposes of me playing him.
Alternate means of contact?
Skype. Text. Snapchat (this one’s actually the most reliable). WhatsApp (also hella reliable). Messenger pigeon.
Who do you want to be?
Biography:
Meet NIMROD ABSALOM. He is TWENTY-SEVEN and people mistake him for SOME FACECLAIM. He is DRIFTER with no real ASPIRATION.
“Yet I’m still collecting bones, but that’s why closets are for skeletons.“ ♪
NIMROD goes by NIM, if he goes by anything.
+ Capable, Incisive, Self-Reliant
- Ambiguous, Intolerant, Nihilistic
The Past
North to South, East to West, it always felt as if Nimrod had lived everywhere but home. Both his parents worked for the government. What they did, he wasn’t allowed to ask. There were always benefits, like that even as a boy he was fluent in about ten languages, but there were just as many pros. He was always the new kid, wherever he went, and it turned out that making friends just to leave them was more toil than it was worth. It was assumed that he’d be leaving in a few months, anyway. The one thing he did have was his family, who, despite the secrets his parents had to keep, was very close. The only thing Nimrod ever remembers wanting is to be just like his father, with a distinguished military career, and pride in his country. Nimrod wanted to be proud in what he stood for, too. And, despite being out of his home country often, he was always connected to it, hoping that the nation would be what he was looking for. That he would be able to see Israel just like his father did.
At eighteen, finally old enough to join the IDF, Nimrod found his first, and only home. He was thrilled to finally be able to stay in one place, and to get a chance to make his parents proud. Adjusting to the lifestyle, training, not needing to switch between languages… It should all have been foreign, but in reality it what what he had been preparing for his whole life. It wasn’t long before he was rising up in the ranks, signing onto a unit that would keep him for longer than the customary three years without a second thought. But that was things got messy. On his last year in the army, out on the front lines, a confrontation didn’t go as planned. All Nimrod knew was that when he woke up, he couldn’t see out of one eye. His parents were there, as were the doctors. Nimrod was told he couldn’t serve anymore. Shrapnel from an explosion caused him to lose an eye, as well as a leg, below the knee. He was devastated. Everything he’d worked towards was ruined. There was no more plan for his life.
The Present
After rehabilitation, he got used to his injuries. Nimrod compensated, just as strong, fast, and able as he was, so long as he had his prosthetic. He appeared normal. But he was still a liability, and despite trying to prove otherwise, he was deemed unfit for duty. Israel no longer felt like home, but became something he was ashamed of. It reminded him of what he’d lost in life. Slowly, he stopped talking to the friends he’d made while serving, and everyone but his parents. But he even began to cut himself off from them. One day he decided he couldn’t stay there, too ashamed by things he couldn’t change. Nimrod caught a plane to America, deciding there was as good a place as any. But not New York, or anywhere on the East Coast. He’d spent too much time there, hoping for a future he couldn’t have. The West Coast would have to do. And so, Nimrod found himself in Harmony, California. It was as good a place as any to stay, for now. Far away from Israel, and any connection to it.
The Future
There isn’t much Nimrod wants for himself anymore. Eventually he’ll need to get a job, but that’s all he knows for now. Getting a job means settling, somewhat, though, and he isn’t ready for that much of a commitment. For that much openness. Nimrod won’t even volunteer his name anymore. Ambiguity leads to forgetfulness. And if no one remembers him, how can anyone grow attached? He’s sick of losing things. So as long as he has nothing, there isn’t anything left to lose.
Relationships
N/A
Resources
GIF Hunts: x x x
Icons: x x x
NIMROD is TAKEN.
3+ Paragraphs in Character:
It was only a matter of time before the ceiling collapsed. Mold stained the ceiling, creeping out from the corner over his bed. It was darker than any other part of the drywall above his head, the material starting to warp and curl onto itself. Occasionally some water slipped down to the floor below, the wood there warping as a result. It probably would have made more sense for Nimrod to place his mattress in any of the other corners of the room, especially once he’d noticed that it had started growing mold. But, practical as he was the majority of the time, the drip reminded him of better days. Ones where he didn’t even have the comfort of a mattress and, despite the fact that too much water had certainly not been a problem, the conditions were much worse than the ones here. It may have been wrong to miss a war zone, but at least there he had a reason to wake up in the morning. Today, just like every other day after he’d arrived in America, he couldn’t even begin to wrap his mind around the thought that there might one day be a reason.
Nimrod’s eyes slid shut, just as a drop of water hit his nostril, slowly oozing it’s way down his cheek. It smelt stale, just as everything else in his apartment did. It was a small, broken, attic apartment, but that was perfect for him. The accommodations were much better than the ones he felt at home with. Rent was exceedingly cheap, And no one, landlord included, bothered him. Most importantly, it was quiet. He could hear his breathing, time to the tapping of his toe against the inside of his boot. In for ten, hold for five, out for ten. Repeat. A trick he’d learned, to keep from thinking too hard. Focus on something simple, and put all your concentration in it. He didn’t need thoughts, not wanting that headache thrumming against his temples at the moment.
The knocking of hard-soled shoes against the floor threw off his counting. He hadn’t expected the sound, faint as it was. Whoever lived below him usually did not return so early. Two in the morning being early for his neighbor. But regardless of the hour, that return always caused a clamor. For a moment Nimrod contemplated going down and snapping at whoever it was (man or woman, he never cared to check). But, just as he did every night, he decided against it, not worth the fuss. He knew well enough that confrontation turned too many eyes in his direction, and while he used to relish it… It wasn’t worth the fuss anymore. But the noise did prompt him to get up, a soft groan escaping his lips as he crossed into the bathroom.
With a squeak, the faucet turned and water poured out, washing over his waiting hands. Absentmindedly, Nimrod brushed his teeth, toe still tapping a steady rhythm as he counted how long it took him to accomplish the task. He rinsed his hands again, before raising it to his face to slip out his prosthetic. He rinsed it, quick, then dropped it into a container of lukewarm saline solution, twisting the lid on tight to make sure nothing got in. An infection would be a hassle. He turned and walked out again, back to bed. This time he sat on the edge, instead of laying down, slowly undressing. Shirt first, neatly folded and placed at the foot of his bed, followed by his pants. Socks afterwards, and soon a plastic leg joined the pile. Then Nimrod lay down again, closing his eyes. But this time the drip wasn’t the only sound in the room. It assisted a hum, keeping time for it, as Nimrod slowly sang himself to sleep, just as his mother would. God, he missed her.
2+ Character Development Questions:
What is their favorite memory of growing up?
There were a few months where Nimrod and his parents were staying in Rome, the adults doing some work at the consulate there. He was a vivd recollection of walking along the cobblestone backstreets in the city, only half certain of where he was, trying to get home when he decided to skip school. He found himself lost after a while, and decided to step into a church to find someone who knew the way back. But instead of finding a friendly churchgoer, or even a member of the clergy, he stumbled upon a choir rehearsing. Sitting in the back, just beyond where the colors of the stained glass window illuminated the pews, he listened for a while, in awe. It was the first time he remembers seeing something truly beautiful.
Nimrod “Nim” Absalom (etymology of his name)
As far as last name goes, Absalom comes from the Hebrew name Avshalom, roughly translated to “my father is peace.” Something was lost in translation however, the English spelling being butchered by a relative whose spelling wasn’t the strongest. But it stuck, and for surnames, it’s not horrendous.
It’s Nimrod’s first name that’s a problem. It didn’t seem to be when he was named in Israel, and no other part of the world seemed to have any issues with it. Nowhere but America, but seeing as that’s where he resides… Originally it’s assumed to mean “rebel” in Hebrew, and came to mean “hunter” in English until Bugs Bunny turned the connotation of the word to “fool.”
And seeing as he was stuck with the name, he decided to shorten it to just “Nim” while he was in English speaking countries, something his parents protested, but a new kid had to do what he could against bullying. Now he prefers to just not mention a name at all, though he still pulls out his old nickname if he’s forced to share any name. He hasn’t had too many issues so far.
2+ Goals
Nimrod wants to forget. Not necessarily to find himself with amnesia (though he wouldn’t be opposed), but he wants to be able to be able to to wake up in the morning without regret haunting him. Forgetting seems to be the best (and only) way to do so.
Proving he’s fit for duty is of the utmost importance. Nimrod refuses to see himself as invalid, or even weaker than anyone else. Mentally and physically. He wants to get back to a point where the people who called him unfit have to eat their words. How he plans to make that happen? He has no idea.
Anything Else?
Found my muchness.
I don’t have a faceclaim for him, I probably need one. I can find one and get an okay, or if there’s a face you want used, that probably also works. P.O.C. probably doesn’t work, seeing as he’s a few generations Israeli, but any Mediterranean or European looking male in his mid/late twenties and has the build of a soldier/athlete will probably work. Let me know which option.
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Hiatus Form
Your Name: Chantel
Character(s): Davis Fletcher
Full Hiatus? Semi Hiatus? Semi Hiatus
Why? My mom has thyroid cancer and she’s having surgery next week. My mood has kind of shifted and I just have a lot on my plate right now. I need to focus on getting through this week and getting to a point where I know she’s okay.
Start Date: 9/17/2015
End Date: 9/27/2015
Have you told your major plot partners? Would you like us to pass on a message? Admin Penny is aware. You’re welcome to inform anyone else that you feel needs to know.
Alternative Ways of Contact: I can be reached via Skype @ foreverpink86
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Who are you?
What will we call you?
Chantel
How old are you?
Twenty Nine
Preferred Pronouns?
She/Her
Do you have any triggers we should be aware of?
Incest
Time Zone?
Arizona
Activity?
I’d say between an 8 and a 9. I am on pretty much everyday. I do have a job and quite a few other rps but I manage everything pretty well.
How did you find us?
Through an rph site.
Are you okay with RPing smut?
Yes.
Why this character?
I like to play characters that I feel an immediate connection with and that I feel I can really make my own. When I read Davis’ bio, I felt that connection. I’ve been thinking about applying for weeks.
Alternate means of contact?
This is my main blog.
Who do you want to be?
Character you want?
Davis Fletcher
3+ Paragraphs in Character?
Davis sat on the floor of the van strumming his guitar. He’d been up since dawn, unable to sleep. It bothered him that they’d been in New York this long and he still hadn’t been able to find work. He thought maybe he was setting his sights too high. Sure, he had dreams, but dreams didn’t pay for things.
He needed to remember this wasn’t just about him. He was perfectly fine just living here in the van. Betsy was old but she ran fine. Yes, he’d named his van Betsy. He had wanted to call her The Shaggin’ Wagon, but since the van didn’t see any action the name didn’t really fit.
Sophie deserved better than living in a van. That was why he needed to find a job, so he could get them a real place. He would do whatever it took. He was startled out of his reverie by a ringing sound. Confused, he looked around and then he remembered. He’d gotten a pay-as-you-go phone. Setting down his guitar, he dug the phone out of his pocket and answered it.
“Davis Fletcher speaking.” He answered, trying to sound as professional as possible. The only people he’d given this number to were Sophie, his parents and prospective employers. “Mr. Fletcher? This is Ms. Hart with Paradigm Industries. We got your application but I’m afraid we’re going to have to decline. We just don’t have a place for you at this time.” She said.
“Alright. Thank you for your time.” Davis said. “Of course. Have a nice day.” Click. As the phone hung up, Davis felt his heart sink. Another rejection. How was he ever going to find a job?
2+ Character Development Questions:
It starts to rain… they’ve had a romantic outdoor date planned… what do they do?
“I’m really not the type to let rain deter me, honestly. And the thing is, sometimes plans change. Life is unpredictable. You have to be spontaneous. You have to be one of those people who can adjust to change. Because it’s going to happen. I think it would depend on what my plans were. If I had a picnic planned for example, then the rain would definitely put a stop to that. But, we could always go inside for a bite to eat and then go play in the rain. Embrace it. It’s just water, right? Now, if lightning and thunder started, then it would be a good idea to stay inside.”
What is your character afraid of? What keeps him or her up at night?
“I’m afraid of Sophie finding out how I feel about her and not feeling the same way. I’m afraid it will change the dynamic of our friendship. Being in love with your best friend is both the best and worst thing that could ever happen. Because they are the one person who knows you better than anyone and if they love you back, it’s wonderful, but if they don’t? You stand to lose the one person who makes your life complete. I don’t know if I could handle that. I’d rather have her as my best friend and not tell her how I feel than lose her by telling her and her not feeling the same way. Sometimes it’s better to not tell the truth.
2+ Goals?
His goal, short term, is to find a job that will make ends meet, to be able to put a roof over their heads that is more substantial than the van.
His goal, long term, is to try and get both him and Sophie a record deal with Renaissance Records, and pursue their dream of making it big. If he can eventually overcome his fears and tell Sophie how he feels about her that will be an added bonus.
Anything Else?
Nope. :)
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Application for Roxy
Who are you?
What will we call you?
My name is Emily, but I prefer Em.
How old are you?
24
Preferred Pronouns?
She/Her/They/Them. It’s fluid.
Do you have any triggers we should be aware of?
spiders and sexual assault/rape
Time Zone?
est
Activity?
Usually all weekends and two to three evenings during the week. I’m a graduate student so during midterms and finals I will be less active, but during the breaks I will be on much more often.
How did you find us?
Through a friend who most lovingly reblogged a promo.
Are you okay with RPing smut?
Yes.
Why this character?
While reading Roxy’s bio, I kept saying to myself, this is me. While my interests and hers are very different, and our personalities don’t quite match up, I can relate to a lot of her experiences and would love to bring my own perspective to her character.
Alternate means of contact?
Skype is usually best but I also have WhatsApp. I will happily provide these contacts later on.
Who do you want to be?
Character you want?
Roxanne (Roxy) Pernel
3+ Paragraphs in Character?
Even though Britton was her dream job, and trust her, it really was and she was so grateful to have found it, there were things Roxy didn’t love about working for the company. For example, the current project for Angela she was working on would never fit her if it tried. The current lines Angela were going for were made to fit a conventional body type, and even though she often got to work on designs that reached a bigger crowd, Roxy was left wondering when Britton would branch out. In the end, she trusted Angela. You don’t get as far as she has without taking risks.
So, Roxy was stuck doing her own projects after hours. Her designs were good, amazing, even, and she enjoyed the space she was given to work on them.Working when no one else was working, far after the time the sun went down, she created some of her best work.
Takeout boxes littered her work station, and her supplies were scattered among them. Her back arched as she leaned over her table, drawing and erasing and drawing some more, completely lost in the work. If someone walked in, which was very unlikely, Roxy wouldn’t even notice.
2+ Character Development Questions:
- What is the character’s favorite quote? Why?
“You’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting,
So… get on your way!”
― Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You’ll Go!
Roxy loves this quote for both the whimsy of Dr. Seuss, and the positive, empowering message. With the right attitude, anyone can move mountains and overcome great hurdles. Rosy feels like she’s overcome a great deal and even if those little bumps in the road were hard, and maybe her mountain hasn’t happened yet, she’s still moving forward. She still has so many places she wants to get to, and she knows that she’ll be able to reach them with hard work and the right thinking. This quote really sums up her thought process when it comes to the future.
- What is their least favorite memory of growing up?
Roxy’s least favorite memory is from the night before the dance in junior year. She’d been stressing over her dress for so long and worked so hard on finding just the right thing. She had wanted to get the perfect dress to wear, and with twenty four hours to go, she still hadn’t found anything. She remembers looking at herself in the dressing room mirror in this beautiful red gown that was just a little too tight and watching hot, embarrassed, angry tears stream silently down her face. She loved that dress so much, and she was so upset that it didn’t fit her body. In the end, her mother found something of hers to give to Roxy to borrow, a loose green shift dress and belt that could pass as vintage. Roxy remembers how that dress looked, how it felt against her skin, the way it moved on her as she danced, that Brad later told her that the green brought out her eyes, but mostly, she remembers the anger and shame of the night before. It’s her least favorite memory, but it’s also a motivating one. She doesn’t think anyone deserves to feel the way she did the night before the big dance.
2+ Goals?
Her short term goal is to continue working with Angela and making a fuller portfolio of her own designs to present. She works long hours and late nights to work towards this goal.
Her long term goal is launch her own lines. First with Britton, because practicality demands that, but then, she’d like to branch out on her own. She might even want to start her own company in the future.
Anything Else?
“found my muchness"
I’m looking forward to hearing back from you! Thanks for reading through my application.
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Who are you?
What will we call you?
Tamara, but Tami also works for me.
How old are you?
21 and almost two months away from 22 yay !
Preferred Pronouns?
She/Her
Do you have any triggers we should be aware of?
Sexual abuse.
Time Zone?
UTC/GMT -3 hours.
Activity?
Mostly weekends, but all day long when it comes to vacations.
How did you find us?
A dear friends that just joined you as Alexander Colton !
Are you okay with RPing smut?
Yep.
Why this character?
Spend a large time roleplaying sweet, polite characters that are nice to meet new people but not actually fun to explore. And Catherine? Wow, the profile blew my mind. She is a kickass girl that I’m really excited to write and already has so many ideas to develop her !
Alternate means of contact?
I have an Skype account (kurogane.hikari) and two other Tumblr accounts where I’m active and check frequently (sunlight-maiden and notcrazyinlove)
Who do you want to be?
Character you want?
Catherine ‘Kat’ Hargrave
3+ Paragraphs in Character?
Cold, wet, containing. The fields of wild, untamed grass are a cradle with the stars as her mobile. The wind singing a secret lullaby for her and only for her while it caresses her skin and make her feel safe from the noises of both her mind and momentary residence, where nights are a turmoil of shouts to the sky, laughs, music and the smoke of cigarettes like the one she is right now lighting up and taking to her lips for a long inhale.
She should be somewhere else. Maybe looking for that goddamn work that could bring some other thing to the fridge that aren’t beers and some chinese takeaway. Maybe even getting the contacts for the band she craves and wants and needs, for the scenario tha’s waiting for her, for the people that will shout her name to this moon above her letting everyone know that Catherine is in town and ready to blast everything up.
She should be doing so much. Yet she closed her eyes and focused on the field’s lullaby.
There’s going to be time tomorrow. And after tomorrow. And surprise, surprise! Also after tomorrow. But right now there’s only silence and stillnes. No time, no space. No future and no past. Only her and her cigarette and the hold of grass around her sillhouette.
2+ Character Development Questions:
Have they ever been arrested?
More times than she can count. They never are the big thing. She is no bad, only not the best at taking care of herself when night take over the city. Sometimes is the innapropiate public behaviour, sometimes are the fight in the alleys in the name of the trassgresion to her own person by people that think girls in a bar and nothing more than an open invitation to slide your hand under a skirt. Sometimes is miscalculation while trying to 'borrow’ some food from a gas station. But it isn’t something that takes her sleep away, less now that the officers even slide some leftovers for her and stop to talk when she is behind the bars.
Are they an optimist? Or a pessimist? Why?
World outside is not good, lover boy. It takes everything you love away in the blink of an eye and turns its back when you need it the most. People are cold and they are not going to help you if you don’t have something to pay them back. But that’s something great, you know why? Because at the end of the day when youa re sitting in that throne you worked your ass of to get you can look down and laugh at a place that only wanted to take you down. But that couldn’t. And will never can.
2+ Goals?
Happiest time of her life was when she was the center of her family universe so she is trying to go back to that time by getting the spotlight all by herself and having the world at her feet. Not actually wanting to get attached to someone or somewhere so another goal is to get the power to live everywere and nowhere at the same time. See everything, live everything around this planet we call Earth.
Anything Else?
Not really, as I said I loved the character just like she is and I like to thank in advance the chance to apply for her. Hope you guys like my little piece of Kat !
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Beholden the Colton!
Who are you?
What will we call you?
I go by Ren, thanks! I’ll honestly take any number of nicknames, though, so feel free to get creative. :)
How old are you?
21, y'all. I can drink, drive, vote, and have consensual sex. A D U L T H O O D ! ! !
Preferred Pronouns?
She/Her/Herself
Do you have any triggers we should be aware of?
Actually, just a few, but they’re not terribly likely to come up. I have a very bad visual reaction to snakes, lizards, and other reptiles, but am happy to blacklist any reasonable tags for those accordingly.
Otherwise, I’ve got one “trigger” that I don’t usually touch on because it doesn’t usually ever come up, but in the interest of full disclosure, I will emotionally lose my shit in the most tearful of ways whenever WWII/The Holocaust comes up.
Time Zone?
CST, baby.
Activity?
I discussed this a bit earlier; what with classes and all, you need to consider me a super-bare-minimum member. Maybe one post a week–but a week as in Sun.-Sat. not as in seven whole days. That said, the headcanon thing I’ll try to keep up with, but…probably gonna need some help with that one…never religiously thrown them up before, I’m kind of a seat-your-pants sort of gal concerning those.
Just prompts and a banner oughtta suit me fine.
How did you find us?
Sooooooo I know Harley. Like. We were in TWaC together, for the brief time I was in TWaC, and I follow her RPH, and we interacted a little on an OC of mine. Hi Harley!
Are you okay with RPing smut?
Yeah. I kinda dig it. :3
Why this character?
Well, I mean, there’s the hyper obvious: It’s Alan Cumming’s face. I know, I know, character over face, but let’s be real y'all: That’s a HUUUUUGE drawing factor! Alan is the Scottish fairy king of my heart; little goofball always makes me smile, so I tend to pay more attention when I see his face.
And honestly I thought about applying for Matthew at first, ‘cause he’s very much opposite the sort of characters I usually play, but you know what? Until I can up my activity a little here and promise more solid work on my part, I’m not gonna take up such a crucial role.
Listen. People will vouch for this. I write bitter well. I write sarcastic well, I write sassy well, I write flirtatious well, I write swinging pendulum of sexuality well. I write for larger than life characters with performative attitudes; if a character’s not dramatic, and not pointedly not dramatic, I’m not sure I’d know what to do with them! I think I can write Alex. I think I can make you proud.
Alternate means of contact?
So this blog is great: winewomenwit. I’m on it a lot. If I disappear from here as well, I’m known to check lostinthecarnival fairly frequently–also a blog–and of course if you want me on Skype I can be found at buggeredson. :)
Who do you want to be?
Character you want?
Alexander Colton, The Great!
3+ Paragraphs in Character?
A small plume of white smoke shot ever so nicely out from between Alexander Colton’s thin, unimpressed lips as he watched the sun set over Harmony, California. There was a peace to be found on the roof of Crescendo (hah!, the very crescendo of Crescendo!, he might have laughed if not for the melancholy turn in his mood, and even with that turn his lips twitch into an understated smile) that was nowhere else to be found in the town. This was the town his brother had built. And this was the roof of the club he had built. And it was suddenly very difficult to imagine the one without the other.
He took another drag from the cigarette burning to ash between his careful knuckles and this time tried to hold the smoke in a little longer.
Would everything he ever accomplished come only off of Matt’s back? –No. No, his late adolescence had proven that much, taking up at clubs looking for nubile male dancers, doing what had to be done to make ends meet, his inner Cynic and his inner Romantic squaring off against one another every night as he lay on his back, watching his ceiling and wondering when there would be an end to the cheap apartments on the shady side of town. Maybe yes. Maybe no. In those moments the answer never really seemed to matter.
It didn’t matter now, for that matter. Harmony and Crescendo. An unlikely pair even musically, a strange, an exotic, an enticing pair outside of the theoretical.
Exhale. Another plume of thin white smoke, wafting out towards the horizon.
Alex smiled, flicking the short remainder of his cigarette down and crushing it beneath the ball of his foot, like they did in the movies. The sun had set over the town of Harmony, California, and with the darkening of the sky came the flickering neon life to the signs outside his club.
Get fucked, Harmony. It’s time to make some noise!
2+ Character Development Questions:
15- Have they ever done something they’re ashamed of?
Well, that depends almost exclusively on who you’re asking. If, for example, you took it upon yourself to question the workers–the bartenders, the dancers, the DJ’s–of Crescendo, they’d laugh and describe to you musical nights gone awry: Choreography that fell apart, theme nights that ran people out, musical tracks that left the listeners very nearly dead…all the sorts of hazards faced by taking risks at a club.
If you asked–again, as an example–his brother Matthew, you might get an evasive answer born of long-standing rivalries and strained years of distant contact.
And if you asked the man, Alexander the Great!, himself, you’d get laughed at. You’d get told that shame isn’t sexy, that everything about him is sexy, and thereby that he holds no shame.
But if you could look beyond the haughty smile and see what was actually lurking behind his sly brown eyes, you would find an endless well of shame as deep as life is long, born of things done in the name of survival.
It is a terrible thing, to be young and alone in the world.
21- Would they ever sign with Medieval Entertainment? Why or Why not?
The answer to this would be a very strained, very chewed over, very reticently given “yes”.
Blood has to come first at some point, that’s true–but what about payback? What about sympathy, what about loyalty, what about believing the face that stares back at you each day in the mirror? Once upon a very long time ago, Alex needed his brother–and his brother made it abundantly clear that he didn’t need Alex.
A record company’s a record company, and Renaissance isn’t exactly beating down Crescendo’s doors for a signature. If Medieval Records is going to play ball…why not?
2+ Goals?
The business goal, right now, is to actually expand what he’s doing with Crescendo. A nightclub is all good and well–the sexy dancers and the overpriced, watered-down drinks make for a pretty penny more nights than not–but that’s not Alex’s vision, you see. He wants bands. He wants established artists. He wants Crescendo to become a VIP music club, a red-carpet after-party staple, fodder for the daydreams of whole generations of music listeners. Getting established was just the beginning: It’s time for Crescendo to move on and up!
On a more private, short-term basis, Alex is looking to expand his personal library. It’s not something anyone knows about him, really, and he’d prefer to keep it that way. If it got out that he read anything, let alone anything with no sexual, musical, entertainment, or business value to it, his spotless reputation for scandal in the absolute would be ruined!
Anything Else?
I got nothing. :)
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Who are you?
What will we call you?
Diana
How old are you?
twenty – one (turning twenty – two august 17th please get me a present
Preferred Pronouns?
she/her is fine but I mean I’m also great with they/them
Do you have any triggers we should be aware of?
brutality (no really, i am not white ooc and it’s very important to remember this), transphobia
Time Zone?
cst
Activity?
i’m generally almost always on but i will be starting up school again so about four hours of my day will go towards travelling to the school and some hours will be taken up by homework (but usually i can do homework and be online). and of course, I have a job so there’s that to keep in mind too! but i will get on whenever i can.
How did you find us?
i honestly don’t remember. i remember wanting to join sometime last year – i think! You guys have been around for a while and i have very short term memory so i don’t know when it was or how i learned of your rp. It’s been ages!
Are you okay with RPing smut?
Somewhat? I mean, rp’ing as a NB chara usually leaves a lot to be desired
Why this character?
I’ve been dying to play a Perrie face and it took me some time to create her. I love her face so much and I think she fits so great with the character I’ve come up with.
Alternate means of contact?
aim – incrediblecassadee and skype – celeste3xa
Who do you want to be?
Biography
Meet VENUS ARISTARCHOS. They are TWENTY-THREE and people mistake them for PERRIE EDWARDS. They are currently DANCER AT CRESCENDO but would rather be SINGER.
back from the road and i’m back at her door. i’m sleeping tonight on another floor. cause when life’s too fast, i take a longer road i dust off my shoes and my dirty clothes. so you heard i’m back in town tellin all your friends i’m making millions now. got a car and a new house but too bad baby i’m leavin the city no ifs, ands or maybes driving me crazy. ♪
VENUS is better known by HARPY.
+ honest, intelligent, hard worker
- ruthless, reckless, careless
The Past
Growing up in New York City left Venus with a twisted view of the world, desiring nothing but the best. As far as they’re concerned, Venus deserves the upper penthouse suites, the finest of champagne, and the beautiful outfits that the best get. They saw their beliefs sprung to life with a scholarship to an upper class private school, working hard to make sure that they got the best of the best. Their family might have been poor, but Venus would not be that much she can be assured of. Hard work led to friction between Venus’s family and them, with their family certain Venus was working much too hard and their constant demanding to achieve only the best made their family believe Venus thought herself better than them. The friction only grew when Venus started to stay with their friends frequently and staying away from their family.
The further apart Venus and their family grew, the close they grew to their friend Sophia who was without a doubt, the sweetest girl anyone could ever meet. A few people could wonder how Sophia and Venus would ever be friends with two people more different and yet, the two made plans. Sophia’s parents adored Venus for being the kind of person to continuously stand up for Sophia and even tutor Sophia in subjects that Sophia had trouble with. The plans came to together a year after graduation, with Sophia and Venus leaving New York City for a road trip cross country. The pair picked a car together, leaving New York in the dust. The trip had been mostly uneventful up until the two hit California, the car starting to putter out. To Venus’s dismay, the car kicked the bucket in Harmony, leaving the two stranded with no way back home.
Sophia was thrilled, however, and since Sophia wanted to stay, Venus ended up agreeing to stick it out with Sophia.
The Present
The harpy is best known for being a creature that is shrill and while Venus has a beautiful singing voice, it’s their talking that drives people up the wall. Not that her talking voice is any less pleasant – it’s just that every time Venus talks, it’s to demand something. They firmly believe you can get anywhere you need to be by demanding it and it was probably where the name Harpy came from – and they embraced it fully. Venus ended up thriving in Harmony three years later, landing a gig dancing at Crescendo and while this wasn’t their dream goal, Venus definitely started to fit in. They’re happy to take on the name Harpy – it’s unique to them and if nothing else, Venus likes to consider themselves unique.
The Future
Where does Venus want to be? They can see themselves up on every billboard with their name flashing in lights. They can see it all – the fancy cars, the slick fashion, and the red carpets. That was the kind of life that Venus wants and they’ll do whatever they can to have it. It’s their end goal and they’ve even set several short term goals. The first goal is to lead a music video – a la Alicia Silverstone from Clueless fame. They’ve seen Clueless more time than anyone could count and it’s the end dream. They long for the first moment, the breakthrough moment that brings them there.
Relationships
Sophia Hart –best friend, roommate
Gwen Sullivan – ex girlfriend
Resources
GIF Hunts: x x x x
Icons: x x x
Venus
is CLOSED 3+ Paragraphs in Character:
Venus was regretting their choice in footwear already. While the heels were beautiful – secondhand Louboutins that added almost four inches to Venus’s four foot eleven stature – this wasn’t the day for heels. Trying to hail a taxi in New York City shouldn’t be this hard, they thought as they yelled out for another taxi and screaming obscenities when another yellow car drove past them. This wasn’t the day for high heels at all and Venus found themselves praying that the heels wouldn’t snap under them as they finally managed to get a cab to park in front of their pointed heels. With a roll of their bright blue eyes, they got into the cab with a huff. The accent that dripped from their lips was honeyed – thick, sweet, and high, “Leman Manhattan on Broad Street, please. Extra if you step on it. I’m running late as it is.”
They shifted their bag behind their back, focusing on their phone now. Sophia had sent several annoyed sounding texts, the first one starting with “registration is today – where you are” and the ending one with “mom won’t buy us Starbucks if you don’t get here” in all cops. More stressful than Venus had wanted to read at this moment – especially since it wasn’t their fault they were running late. Another row between them and their parents about the whole idea that they were acting better than the family – as if the idea of wanting to not be poor was so awful. Venus was tired of it and they were grateful when the cab finally pulled up to the school.
Being poor had been a major hindrance when it came to fitting in at the school and Sophia’s well put together look struck a hit of jealousy in Venus’s heart. It wasn’t that Venus was jealous of Sophia per say, just that Sophia always had more than Venus did. They tucked a curl behind their ear, stepping down from the cab with the nerves finally hitting their eyes – slightly wide with a parted mouth and difficulty breathing. They smoothed their white blouse, the slick purple pencil skirt keeping her movements over to Sophia and her mother hindered. “Soph, I’m so sorry! My rents had another massive freak out. Horribly sorry about that.”
A kiss on either cheek – like the French do. Venus’s poor feet were dying at this point, but they would be damned if they ever showed that the shoes were pinching their toes – especially not around Sophia’s well put together mother. Sophia’s mother always had that bored housewife aesthetic that Venus wanted to achieve but could never really manage to obtain. “Are we still gonna go to Starbuck’s? I’ve got a massive craving for a Frappe,” Venus said as they rummaged through their bag to find the course schedule to compare schedules with Sophia. The pair did it every year to make sure they had at least a class together. “I mean, I’ve always got a craving for a Frappe but after that argument, sheeze do I want a Frappe.”
2+ Character Development Questions:
Venus had been more than excited about the romantic outdoor dinner date their girlfriend had planned for them. Romance was always something that Venus loved and they loved the outdoors a lot – especially out in Harmony. There was only a few places in New York that worth being outside for and yet here in Harmony it was perfect. The set up was beautiful – candles and fairylights and a beautiful picnic laid out in the grass with a soft blanket for two to sit on. Venus had even gotten dressed up for it and there was just a single hitch when the rain started pouring down. And it wasn’t light rain – it was hard rain. Venus normally would complain about their curls being ruined but the food was the most important. The pair were shrieking loudly and their girlfriend was crying about the fact the date was ruined.
“No it’s not,” Venus said with a light giggle, suddenly realizing exactly what this scenario was like. “It’s like a Nicholas Sparks novel. You know – the whole part where they get caught in the rain and it’s like… super romantic?” Their girlfriend paused before bursting into laughter, the rain droplets seeming caught in her eyelashes. “I mean, I know we’re not a straight white couple but y’know.” Both of them unable to control the laughter at this point, Venus had to admit that the rain didn’t exactly ruin the spirit of the date. Taking Gwen’s hand into hers, they pulled the girl into a dance with the laughter saving the evening for the most part.
Do they have any tattoos or piercings? Do they want any?
Venus hadn’t really had any real desire to get any tattoos until about a year ago when they got a butterfly on their upper arm. The choice to get the tattoo was split second and Venus didn’t even bother to get an explanation for the ink. Sometimes she bullshits an excuse on the spot, but for the most part it’s just a mark reminding the world exactly how reckless Venus can be. As far as piercings go, Venus has her nose done and doesn’t plan on getting any more but that doesn’t mean that at one point they won’t randomly go out and get a belly button piercing or something similar.
2+ Goals
Right now, Venus’s big plan is to get their own place. Not that they’re ungrateful to Sophia for letting them live in the apartment with her rent free – it’s just that living with Sophia has put a strain on the friendship. Venus blames the fact that the two have a place that doesn’t magically clean itself anymore. Sophia, being born into wealth, doesn’t understand the concept of cleaning up after herself leaving Venus to feel like a maid in the home. On top of that, Sophia and Venus have very different ideas in décor and Venus isn’t a fan of Sophia’s style.
The long term goal is to actually land an audition. Venus has sent in their resume to several places and not one of the places has given Venus a chance. They are convinced that all they need is their foot in the door – and without a doubt, this is the one goal that Venus is more than willing to rewrite their morals for. One could describe Venus’s approach in this goal as cut throat and willing to stoop to sabotage to get a chance to prove themselves in a role.
Anything Else?
It took me four days to write this app but at the end of it I’m kind of proud of it and it’s been a while since I’ve written over a thousand words for any application.
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OC App - Jasper Delano
Who are you?
What will we call you?
Jace
How old are you?
17, going on 18 in November
Preferred Pronouns?
She/her or they/them
Do you have any triggers we should be aware of?
Please tag images of fire, and all mentions of self-harm and negative body image
Time Zone?
EST
Activity?
I start school next week but my workload shouldn’t be too much to work around, but I am involved in two other rps and would like to divide my time between my children fairly. I think I will be able to make more than the minimum posting requirements for activity.
How did you find us?
I actually found you through Penny’s rph blog!
Are you okay with RPing smut?
Nope. (And honestly, I probably won’t be even after I turn 18.)
Why this character?
Because I like to live vicariously through fictional characters and to inflict emotional pain in others.
Alternate means of contact?
my skype is jacemchardwick! i have it on my phone and my desktop so i’ll see messages from anywhere.
Who do you want to be?
Biography:
Meet JASPER DELANO. He is 29 and people mistake him for PETE WENTZ. He is currently UNEMPLOYED but would rather be A BAND/TALENT MANAGER.
I can move mountains, I can work a miracle, work a miracle ♪
JASPER also responds to JAZ.
+ spunky, honest, empathetic
- opinionated, idealistic, stubborn
The Past
Jasper Delano grew up the youngest of three siblings in a crowded townhouse in the suburbs near San Diego. Money was always a little tight in the Delano household, but they were never really unhappy. His father worked for a local construction company, and his mother was an elementary school teacher. There weren’t many kids his own age in the neighborhood, so Jasper’s older brother and sister often had to bring him along when they went out to play. Growing up, Jasper always had to prove that he was tough and smart enough to play with the big boys. His brother taught him how to throw a punch and twist out of grapple holds, and his sister taught him how to dodge offenses. Most kids learned not to pick on the Delano Baby after that summer.
When he was a sophomore in high school, his brother picked him up from school one Friday and took him out to his college campus for the weekend. Jasper experienced his first college party as a high schooler, and experienced his first concert in the same night. The concert was in a dingy basement in some dingy building just a short walk from his brother’s dorm, and the band totally sucked, but he admired their enthusiasm. It was inspiring to see these kids putting their heart into a show that they probably only made fifty bucks out of. After dealing with his first ever hangover, Jasper decided to look into the music industry when he got back home that Sunday.
Jasper quickly learned that he couldn’t play music for the life of him, but that wouldn’t stop him from getting involved in the music scene. After high school, he bounced around job to job, saving everything he could. He moved out of his parent’s home and focused on giving back to his community and donating musical instruments to the schools before he heard about Harmony and planned his next move. Sure, helping out and being close to home was rewarding, but it also meant he worked any job he could, and he needed something permanent. So he packed up and found himself an apartment and would figure it out when he got there.
The Present
In Harmony, Jasper is just getting started. He’s only lived here a few months, but he’s still scoping things out. He can’t just throw himself at talent and ask them to hire him, and he can’t offer his services to just anyone. Right now, he’s skating by on his savings and Top Ramen, but he’s keeping his eyes and ears open. He’s a little nervous because most kids these days take care of themselves as far as their bands go, but he’s determined to reel in a catch before his bank account catches up with him.
The Future
Jasper wants to find the Next Big Thing and help them become the Best Big Thing. Honestly, a little of it is because he’d like a source of income, but also so he can hop along on the coattails of fame. and to get himself out there. He’s almost 30 and he still technically doesn’t have a career, and he can’t help but feel a little out of place. He hopes that Harmony is the place that can change that.
Relationships
N/A.
Resources
GIF Hunts: x x x
Icons: x x x
Jasper Delano is an OC
3+ Paragraphs in Character:
Despite the air conditioning in the small venue, Jasper felt like his skin was melting off his bones. Even standing on the outskirts of the crowd, heat radiated from the mass of bodies that gravitated towards the stage. He used to love going to concerts and being part of the crowd and never used to care if he felt like half the sweat on him was from other people. But once you start going to two or three shows a week and you’re not sure what exactly you’re looking for, it kind of loses its magic.
Jaz tried his best not to let his spirits waver, but sometimes he couldn’t help but wonder why he did this at all. At least back home the kids at the schools were excited to see him when he brought in boxes of new drums. Here in Harmony, the men at the doors of the concert halls and bars just gave him looks that all but said ‘You again? Ugh!’ It was a little (a lot) discouraging.
He sighed at the thought and migrated to the bar and ordered a bottle of the cheapest beer they had. A band took the stage as he sipped half-heartedly and found a spot to lean against the wall. Their drummer desperately needed a click-track, their bassist had too much feedback from their amp. The singer wasn’t bad, but they seemed more interested in trying to get everyone to scream in between songs than actually focus on singing. This was not his golden ticket.
If his Next Big Thing was out there, he wasn’t going to find it in here tonight. Jaz downed the rest of his beer as the band finished their set and was almost to the door when the crowd roared with excitement and applause. He glanced over his shoulder and the lights went down and a soft piano intro began to play. A soft voice found its way over the other noise pollution and Jasper found himself moving back towards the audience. Okay, maybe he could stick around a little longer.
2+ Character Development Questions:
What is their worst quality?
Jasper has a hard time grounding himself. He likes to live in the moment, and that can mean making spur-of-the-moment decisions like moving to a new city with a vague idea of a plan instead of researching the job market and situating himself in a way that is stable. He feels like he missed out on a lot of stuff by staying back home, and he wants to make up for it now. The boy’s got big dreams, and he’s gonna chase them, even if it’s not totally clear how he’s gonna get there.
What are they most proud of that they’ve done?
Jasper doesn’t have a lot that he thinks he can be proud of (yet), but being able to give back to the town where he grew up is one thing that he wears proudly. If he can help children find their niche by giving them a tambourine, then that’s his badge of honor.
2+ Goals
Find talent to manage.
Get paid. His rent will be due eventually, and he can’t pay in ramen noodle flavor packets.
Anything Else?
Found My Muchness.
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Nathaniel Danvers Application
Who are you?
What will we call you?
Lex.
How old are you?
20
Preferred Pronouns?
They/Them, He/Him
Do you have any triggers we should be aware of?
Gratuitous amounts of gore/violence
Time Zone?
EST
Activity?
Every weeknight.
How did you find us?
Through a friend (◕‿◕✿)
Are you okay with RPing smut?
Yep, if it’s called for in the plot. I’m not about that PWP life though.
Why this character?
Okay, if I’m being honest, my initial attraction was “OMG CAPALDI GOTTA HAVE HIM!” And after that simmered down, I actually read the bio and felt like I could do a lot with his character, like. He has so much room for development, given his position in the company. He thinks he has everything, but what about the dreams he had before the company? I could do so much with it, I love him.
Alternate means of contact?
AIM — lex.dunno
Tumblr — theycalledmehook
Who do you want to be?
Character you want?
Nathaniel Danvers
3+ Paragraphs in Character?
“And a 1, a 2, a 1, 2, 3, 4!”
“Now these shoes were made for dancin’~”
The music filled the recording studio, the new band’s music causing everyone to tap their feet to the rhythm. All but Nathaniel, that was. He sat with the rest of the producers, who were far more impressed than he was, a fact that was apparent on his face. It was common knowledge in his studios that he was a difficult man to impress. He wanted true talent, something that would blow the minds of all that came after them. Something life changing.
“Stop, stop, stop.” he urged, waving his hands for them to just quit while they were ahead. He wasn’t leading a high school marching band here, he needed harmony and synchronicity, but all he was getting was a teenybopper garage band with members that were competing to be heard through the music. The music stopped after a beat, the members in the booth removing their headphones to hear him speak.
Pressing the intercom button, he spoke into the mic so they could hear him. “No. This isn’t working.” They were only here to prove what they could do, which was apparently nothing. “Try another studio, mates. This is not the place for you.”
2+ Character Development Questions:
001. What is the character’s favorite band? Why?
“Have you no originality? I’ve been asked that exact question over a thousand times. Every interview, they’re all the same, I swear it.” Nate was swearing under his breath, though it likely wouldn’t have mattered regardless. They usually cut those sorts of things out when they were writing their articles. He couldn’t even remember what magazine this one was for; after a while, they all seemed to mash together. “The answer hasn’t changed for the past forty years. It’s always going to be Earth, Wind, and Fire. They paved the way for nearly every genre of music, touching at rhythm & blues, rock, pop, jazz, soul, disco… They wanted to do everything and then they did it. It doesn’t get any better than that, now does it?”
002. Have they ever been arrested?
“Several times, actually. Nine times, I think. Maybe ten. Back in the 70s, I was in a great deal of sit ins and protests. So I got in a bit of trouble, you could say.” Nathaniel laughed, rubbing the back of his neck as his mind wandered off. His anti-war activist days were a fun part of his adolescence, a rare time that that he wasn’t taking care of his siblings’ responsibilities.
2+ Goals?
One of his goals is to rediscover himself. He used to have dreams and aspirations as a musician once. Now he’s pimping out other artists and profiting from their dreams coming true. Of course, he loves his success, but I find it hard to believe that some part of him doesn’t miss the feel of an instrument in his hand.
Another goal of his is to find an apprentice. He’s older now, and he knows he has little chance of ever getting appreciation for his music. His star days are over, but he wants to find that one person that he can build/mold into something bigger than he’s ever produced before. He wants a prodigy.
Anything Else?
I’ve found my muchness. I’m much more muchier now.
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OC Character Application
(Sorry if any of the formatting is off, I filled this out in Word lol)
Who are you?
Maddie
How old are you?
19 almost 20 lol
Preferred Pronouns?
She/her
Do you have any triggers we should be aware of?
Nope! If I get uncomfortable I will let my partner(s) know!
Time Zone?
PST
Activity?
I work usually in the mornings but will be on for the early evening and at night. I start school in a couple of weeks so this will probably change a little bit but I can easily set aside time each day to do replies and interact with everyone!
How did you find us?
Friend!
Are you okay with RPing smut?
Yes (although I don’t think I’m the best at it haha)!
Why this character?
Why are you interested in this particular character?
Alternate means of contact?
If you disappear on us and we have another way to contact you, we will attempt to contact you before reopening your character.
Who do you want to be?
Biography:
Meet LOLA LABELLE. She is 28 and people mistake her for LANA DEL REY. She is currently a COCKTAIL WAITRESS AT THE LOCAL DIVE BAR but would rather be MUSICIAN/SINGER/SONGWRITER/ALL AROUND ROCKSTAR.
All the pretty stars shine for you, my love
Am I that girl that you dream of? ♪
LOLA prefers to be called/goes by LO
+ Adventurous, Independent, Mysterious
- Suspicious, Moody, Impulsive
The Past
Don’t believe anything this girl tells you about her past. The daughter of a wealthy and well-loved ex-rockstar, growing up in the rolling hills of Hollywood is a far cry from the story she spins with her lyrics. Lola grew up, you could call it, spoiled but she would prefer the term “over-indulged”. Both of her parents loved her very much and did their best to create a loving and enjoyable home environment for their only child. However, as time went on, Lo began to resent her parents and their way of manipulating others for money and fame. She luckily left her family with her father’s knack for playing guitar and writing, but people were never as interested in her own words as those of her father.
In her frustration at being unable to strike out on her own, Lola cut all ties with her family and decided to make a new identity for herself. This included not just changing her physical appearance, but her personality as well. Once a prim and proper daughter, Lola soon became the one thing she thought she had to become: an absolute wreck. Drugs, drinking, partying, sleeping on people’s couches; no one could understand why a little rich girl would do such a thing, but it was the only way Lola felt… free. Free from her parents, from the world’s expectations of her, and most importantly, from herself.
When some extra money fell into her lap with no strings attached, Lola took the money and ran to Harmony, California; a fresh start where no one knew her face, her name, or, most importantly, who her father was. Lola took on her new persona with ease: a girl who had had a rough start in life, and had carried that on with a chip on her shoulder. She settled into her new mysterious and melancholy persona, enjoying the intrigue it struck up in people; the fact that for once, people were interested in her and not her father.
The Present
Lola currently works part-time at the diner down the street from her studio apartment. While not fitting of a millionaire’s daughter, it makes her happy to be completely independent of her family name (even if that means putting up with a few cockroaches). Lola is currently shopping around her demo tapes and pitching herself to anyone that will listen. She’s hoping to strike a deal soon, but time and money are running out faster than she would hope, and Lola doesn’t exactly want to show up on daddy’s doorstep with an empty wallet and tears in her eyes. Plus, those little side habits don’t exactly pay for themselves with waitressing tips.
The Future
In a way, you could say Lola’s number one goal of being independent has been achieved; she has a roof over her head, food on the table, and clothes on her back all due to hard work, but that’s not enough. Lola wants what her father could have given her with a snap of his fingers: fame and fortune. Lola likes to lay back at night and imagine her future self: cigarette in hand, drink in the other, both waving away the frantic paparazzi and fans outside of her apartment building where she has the penthouse and the million dollar view, maybe even a Grammy or two sitting on the vintage piano that overlooks the city. That’s a long way away though, and Lola still has a few more songs to write before she gets there.
Relationships
None yet!
Resources
GIF Hunts: x x x
Icons: x x x
(If any of the links don’t work or there are not enough gifs/icons just let me know and I can find some more!)
Character’s Name is Lola Labelle
3+ Paragraphs in Character:
“Can you get me a refill on the bourbon please? Thanks, doll,” grinned the man in the corner booth, a little too widely.
Lola took the glass and turned around to walk away just as his hand made contact with her ass. She resisted the urge to hit him over the head with his drink, to punch the living daylights out of him, and instead decided to put her hand on her hip, turn her head over her shoulder, and give him a little wink. Lola might as well play along, a couple more dollars stuffed in her apron tonight and she might be able to call up her dealer after her shift was over.
Behind the bar it was incredibly busy, bottles being tossed into the air, people waving cash and shouting, it seemed like pandemonium but Lola had caught on to the job pretty quickly. Just give someone anything with alcohol in it and usually they wouldn’t be too upset at you in the end. Lola quickly weaved her way between the other bartenders and refilled the man’s drink and brought it back to his table, making sure he got a good peek and her cleavage before swinging her hips as she walked away again.
“A few more hours of hell and then I’m free for a while,” Lola thought to herself as she looked down at her phone to check the time. It was nearly midnight but she was working the closing shift and would be at the bar until at least three in the morning. She had gotten used to keeping the weird hours though, most of her friend did as well and her social calendar fit accordingly into their schedule.
Walking quickly through the kitchen and out the back door, Lola decided to take a five minute smoke break, at least before getting smacked in the bum again by a complete and utter stranger.
She pulled a pack of Marlboro Lights out of her apron and flicked her lighter until the flame appeared. Lola leaned back against the wall as she took a long drag, wondering what her parents were up to at that moment. She had read that her dad was planning to go on tour again soon, maybe he was in rehearsal? “ Mom’s probably cooking a nice dinner for him with ridiculously over priced local produce and gluten free ingredients”, Lola thought to herself, taking another drag of the cigarette and breathing it out slowly out of her nostrils. She hadn’t even started smoking until she left home, it was what everyone else her age was doing and she decided to join in, at least for her image. Plus, Lola’s thinking was that it was just another piece of her to add to the never-ending puzzle she was creating.
This wasn’t exactly the future she had planned for herself, nor was it the one her parents had planned for her either, but it was bringing Lola one more step to closer to the future she wanted. A future without her parents, just her and her music, her passion and her words. She pulled a small notebook and a pen out of her apron, making note of her thoughts for future lyric inspiration.
Her cigarette was quickly coming to an end, and so was Lola’s stargazing and daydreaming about a future that she even sometimes doubted was possible.
She threw the cigarette down on the ground and smashed it with the heel of her boot, “But if this is the way it has to be, so be it,”. Lola turned and went back inside to deal with more of whatever the hell life had in store for her.
2+ Character Development Questions:
1. What color or smell brings back the strongest memories for them? (Pick one) Describe the memory.
The scent of leather mixed with roses, just like her father and mother when they hugged her. Her dad constantly wore a leather jacket around their house, even during record setting high heat California summers. And her mother had several rose bushes growing around the house, clipping fresh ones every day and setting them up around the house in different vases and lovingly in Lola’s room. When Lola left home, the roses sat in their vase withering and dying, but Lola could still smell them, even on the open road miles and miles away.
2. What is your character afraid of? What keeps him or her up at night?.
Failure; Failure to meet her own expectations and surpassing those of everyone else. Lola holds herself to some high standards but she knows she is fully capable of reaching them, as long as a couple of people give her a chance along the way. Failure is common in this game and Lola knows that, but she wants to think it would never happen to her. Without using her father’s connections, however, the chance to fail definitely outweighs the chance to be a success. So maybe, what really keeps Lola up at night is the risk she’s taking, and the possible consequences that come with it.
2+ Goals
1. Record deal, hello!!!
2. She would never, ever admit it, but Lola would love to sell more records than her father.
Anything Else?
First, thanks for taking the time to read my application! Second, I think I will be playing this character as kind of dark and moody, but deep down she has a soft spot for others who care about her genuinely and hopefully there will be other characters in this roleplay who she can show that side to. I know that I have created this character but I think she would be a good addition to the group because her character development would be fun to watch and manipulate as she interacts with the other characters.
Thanks for reading and I hope you have a lovely day!
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OC App
Who are you?
What will we call you? Emily (or Em)
How old are you? 18
Preferred Pronouns? She/her
Do you have any triggers we should be aware of? None
Time Zone? Eastern
Activity? I work quite a bit and I’m starting school back up in August, but pretty much whenever I have a spare moment. I’d say I’m a 7-8 on a 10 scale.
Times you will usually be on? It depends on when I’m working. But generally in the afternoon – I can be up to all hours of the night on occasion
RP Experience? Too much, haha. I’ve been doing online rps since before tumblr, and then tumblr-based rps for about four years now.
How did you find us? Promo tags, bruh
Are you okay with RPing smut? For sure
Why this character? As of late, I’ve gotten back into music pretty hardcore. My dad and brother are both musicians so I’ve always been pretty interested in the music business. I’ve never played a musically inclined character yet and I think it will be a fun challenge.
Who do you want to be?
Biography:
Meet Johnny King. He is 35 and people mistake him/her for Billie Joe Armstrong. He is currently a retired rockstar but would rather be playing to adoring audiences again.
Why can’t we not be sober? I just want to start this over. ♪
Johnny prefers to be called/goes by The King.
+ protective of younger people, witty & snarky, passionate about his work
- full of himself, struggles with former addictions, hot-headed
The Past
In his former years, Johnny King was just that – a king. His long-time broken-up band, The Void, had opened to crowds of thousands after their first album went platinum. Their political, angry, riot-inducing sound was revered by nearly everyone that year. They were the “it” band – the one that every other band longed to become. In the center of all the music, the drugs, the women, and the fame lived Johnny. Nineteen years old and a practical punk-prodigy, Johnny’s life was everything he wanted it to be and more.
The high of fame lasted a matter of years before things began to spin out of control. Johnny became highly addicted to multiple forms of drugs, mainly cocaine and other forms of “uppers” that would take his mind away from life. He became incapable of writing new music for the band to play, let alone even able to play live anymore without having some sort of mental breakdown on stage. While his band mates tried multiple times to get him help through rehab, Johnny refused. He was, after all, the king – what did they or anybody else know? The band broke up and Johnny was left alone with his money and his drugs.
The Present
When Johnny rounded his thirtieth birthday, he admitted himself into rehab. For five years he has remained sober and, seemingly, fully recovered. Today, he lives in a one-person apartment in Harmony, California by himself (aside from his two cats, which he considers to be better company anyway.) Johnny finds himself rarely busy, unless being interviewed for one of those annoying “where-are-they-now?” shows. Occasionally, a fan or two will write to him and give him something to do to fill his time. He’s considered giving lessons to younger, aspiring musicians more than once, but something keeps holding him back. Whether it’s depression or lack of motivation to give up his past-life, he can’t tell.
The Future
Johnny tries his absolute best to never dwell on the future. Not because he doesn’t care, but quite the opposite. The future terrifies him. He doesn’t want to imagine himself as an aging ex-rock god in a rotting apartment. In his mind, he’s still the mohawked little punk he was all those years ago. His future is a bleak one – or at least he thinks so. If he had one dream, it would to play to an audience…just one last time.
Resources
GIF Hunts: x x x
Icons: x x x
Johnny King is CLOSED
3+ Paragraphs in Character:
There was blackness. A hush made it’s way through the air like a large and silent wave. Fog. Fog brushed it’s way silkily over his red, dirty and untied shoes. He closed his eyes. He was just a boy from Detroit with his busted guitar in a garage somewhere. His fingers tightened around the neck of his instrument with something that felt like anxiety. The fog crept it’s way up to his knees as a breeze moved his ratty t-shirt slightly. A low base-line began to play from somewhere nearby. He opened his eyes. Drums. Quiet and muted, but growing louder by the second. His fingers tightened their grip, moving to their assigned places. Then it all happened within half of a second. Lights – they snapped on with a great presence and illuminated everything surrounding him. Lights of every color, giving the illusion of practical technicolor fog everywhere. One person began to scream. Then another, and another. And within a breath they were all shouting and hollering and crying his name. Johnny, Johnny, Johnny~! He wasn’t a boy in Detroit. No. He was a king. He was their king.
His fingers held tight to their frets and he hit that first chord like an abusive father, spinning his whole body around to face the audience with a scream that only a king could muster. Then the song began. The show began. His life began. Shows were always a blur for him. The feel and the smell and the taste of it all. Sweaty, suffering bodies all jammed into one place for him. The opportunity to do what he loved and be adored for it. The way his voice sounded when echoing through a stadium of thousands upon thousands of people. With each word and each strum on his guitar, he could feel the fresh, pleasing rush of opiates in his veins. This was what it was like to be alive. There was nothing. Just him and his music and his disciples. It would be like that forever, he thought as he slammed his head rhythmically along with his audience. What could ever stop him?
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9 a.m. and the sound of static on his retro television set wakes him with a start. Former boy from Detroit, former rock-god, former drug-addict, sits up from his uncomfortable position on his couch and stares forward in a daze. A dream. That’s all it was. 35 and still alive. He sucks in a deep breath and buries his face deeply into his coarse palms. A dream.
2+ Character Development Questions:
What are your character’s bad habits?
Johnny is a former drug-addict, and a severe one at that. Smoking cigarettes is one of his old habits that he simply never gave up. It was the one thing that he was legally allowed to do, and somehow, in his mind, that made it okay. Another is that he bites his nails down to nubs. Considering that Johnny used to play guitar every night, he feels empty when they aren’t doing something. It’s a nervous tick of his that never seems to go away.
If they could time travel, would they go to the past? Or the future? When would they visit? What would they do? Would they change anything?
Johnny would undoubtedly travel to the past. Specifically his own past when he was living his prime. He would simply relive it – he would relive every moment if he could. While he might like to think he would change his downfall, somewhere deep inside himself he knows it was inevitable.
2+ Goals
Playing music again. Any form.
Helping other young musicians to not make the same mistakes he did.
Anything Else?
found my muchness (:
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OC App
Who are you?
What will we call you? Emily (or Em)
How old are you? 18
Preferred Pronouns? She/her
Do you have any triggers we should be aware of? None
Time Zone? Eastern
Activity? I work quite a bit and I’m starting school back up in August, but pretty much whenever I have a spare moment. I’d say I’m a 7-8 on a 10 scale.
Times you will usually be on? It depends on when I’m working. But generally in the afternoon – I can be up to all hours of the night on occasion
RP Experience? Too much, haha. I’ve been doing online rps since before tumblr, and then tumblr-based rps for about four years now.
How did you find us? Promo tags, bruh
Are you okay with RPing smut? For sure
Why this character? As of late, I’ve gotten back into music pretty hardcore. My dad and brother are both musicians so I’ve always been pretty interested in the music business. I’ve never played a musically inclined character yet and I think it will be a fun challenge.
Who do you want to be?
Biography:
Meet Johnny King. He is 35 and people mistake him/her for Billie Joe Armstrong. He is currently a retired rockstar but would rather be playing to adoring audiences again.
Why can’t we not be sober? I just want to start this over. ♪
Johnny prefers to be called/goes by The King.
+ protective of younger people, witty & snarky, passionate about his work
- full of himself, struggles with former addictions, hot-headed
The Past
In his former years, Johnny King was just that – a king. His long-time broken-up band, The Void, had opened to crowds of thousands after their first album went platinum. Their political, angry, riot-inducing sound was revered by nearly everyone that year. They were the “it” band – the one that every other band longed to become. In the center of all the music, the drugs, the women, and the fame lived Johnny. Nineteen years old and a practical punk-prodigy, Johnny’s life was everything he wanted it to be and more.
The high of fame lasted a matter of years before things began to spin out of control. Johnny became highly addicted to multiple forms of drugs, mainly cocaine and other forms of “uppers” that would take his mind away from life. He became incapable of writing new music for the band to play, let alone even able to play live anymore without having some sort of mental breakdown on stage. While his band mates tried multiple times to get him help through rehab, Johnny refused. He was, after all, the king – what did they or anybody else know? The band broke up and Johnny was left alone with his money and his drugs.
The Present
When Johnny rounded his thirtieth birthday, he admitted himself into rehab. For five years he has remained sober and, seemingly, fully recovered. Today, he lives in a one-person apartment in Harmony, California by himself (aside from his two cats, which he considers to be better company anyway.) Johnny finds himself rarely busy, unless being interviewed for one of those annoying “where-are-they-now?” shows. Occasionally, a fan or two will write to him and give him something to do to fill his time. He’s considered giving lessons to younger, aspiring musicians more than once, but something keeps holding him back. Whether it’s depression or lack of motivation to give up his past-life, he can’t tell.
The Future
Johnny tries his absolute best to never dwell on the future. Not because he doesn’t care, but quite the opposite. The future terrifies him. He doesn’t want to imagine himself as an aging ex-rock god in a rotting apartment. In his mind, he’s still the mohawked little punk he was all those years ago. His future is a bleak one – or at least he thinks so. If he had one dream, it would to play to an audience…just one last time.
Resources
GIF Hunts: x x x
Icons: x x x
Johnny King is CLOSED
3+ Paragraphs in Character:
There was blackness. A hush made it’s way through the air like a large and silent wave. Fog. Fog brushed it’s way silkily over his red, dirty and untied shoes. He closed his eyes. He was just a boy from Detroit with his busted guitar in a garage somewhere. His fingers tightened around the neck of his instrument with something that felt like anxiety. The fog crept it’s way up to his knees as a breeze moved his ratty t-shirt slightly. A low base-line began to play from somewhere nearby. He opened his eyes. Drums. Quiet and muted, but growing louder by the second. His fingers tightened their grip, moving to their assigned places. Then it all happened within half of a second. Lights – they snapped on with a great presence and illuminated everything surrounding him. Lights of every color, giving the illusion of practical technicolor fog everywhere. One person began to scream. Then another, and another. And within a breath they were all shouting and hollering and crying his name. Johnny, Johnny, Johnny~! He wasn’t a boy in Detroit. No. He was a king. He was their king.
His fingers held tight to their frets and he hit that first chord like an abusive father, spinning his whole body around to face the audience with a scream that only a king could muster. Then the song began. The show began. His life began. Shows were always a blur for him. The feel and the smell and the taste of it all. Sweaty, suffering bodies all jammed into one place for him. The opportunity to do what he loved and be adored for it. The way his voice sounded when echoing through a stadium of thousands upon thousands of people. With each word and each strum on his guitar, he could feel the fresh, pleasing rush of opiates in his veins. This was what it was like to be alive. There was nothing. Just him and his music and his disciples. It would be like that forever, he thought as he slammed his head rhythmically along with his audience. What could ever stop him?
-
9 a.m. and the sound of static on his retro television set wakes him with a start. Former boy from Detroit, former rock-god, former drug-addict, sits up from his uncomfortable position on his couch and stares forward in a daze. A dream. That’s all it was. 35 and still alive. He sucks in a deep breath and buries his face deeply into his coarse palms. A dream.
2+ Character Development Questions:
What are your character’s bad habits?
Johnny is a former drug-addict, and a severe one at that. Smoking cigarettes is one of his old habits that he simply never gave up. It was the one thing that he was legally allowed to do, and somehow, in his mind, that made it okay. Another is that he bites his nails down to nubs. Considering that Johnny used to play guitar every night, he feels empty when they aren’t doing something. It’s a nervous tick of his that never seems to go away.
If they could time travel, would they go to the past? Or the future? When would they visit? What would they do? Would they change anything?
Johnny would undoubtedly travel to the past. Specifically his own past when he was living his prime. He would simply relive it – he would relive every moment if he could. While he might like to think he would change his downfall, somewhere deep inside himself he knows it was inevitable.
2+ Goals
Playing music again. Any form.
Helping other young musicians to not make the same mistakes he did.
Anything Else?
found my muchness (:
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Application for Toby Baxter
Who are you?
What will we call you?
Laurel
How old are you?
16
Preferred Pronouns?
her/she
Do you have any triggers we should be aware of?
nope x
Time Zone?
GMT +1
Activity?
Mostly everyday in summer, check every one two hours for activity notifications.
Times you will usually be on?
Afternoon or evening except this week only afternoon
RP Experience?
have run several rps myself all bio based and have only been a part of them as well been rping for several years
How did you find us?
Promo tags
Are you okay with RPing smut?
no
Why this character?
very similar to what i have played before i see a lot of potential and character development with toby
Alternate means of contact?
this is my main blog :)
Who do you want to be?
Character you want?
Toby Baxter
Secondary Character?
Leah Rhee
3+ Paragraphs in Character?
“Hey Toby..I uh was wondering if you could keep it down a bit its 7am and you’ve been jamming for… like 2 hours?” sighed Jake, Toby’s neighbour yawning in front of his garage door. Toby put his newest Paul Reed Smith electric guitar back in it’s stand. “Geez, I’m so sorry mate I really need to buy a clock or like watch or something” he laughed looking at the dusty alarm clock sitting in the corner. It was not 7 am it was 6:49 thats not the same and its a weekday, its not like no one is going to wake up anyways to go to work or like a morning jog. Jake put his hands in his pockets and starting walking away before turning around and peeking his head into the garage again. “You know you should start a one-man band. Just gotta grow some more arms” he smirked and Toby laughed as Jake left. “Yeah.. I should."
"My name is Toby Baxter, I’m 24 years old, I play 8 instruments and Im barely a millionaire, and yet I’m sitting on my bed staring at the ceiling, alone. Great going Toby, just the way your parents taught you” Toby let out a small huff and rolled onto his stomach to continue cleaning his violin. ‘Why do I even play the violin, who the hell decided to make me play the violin. “Here Toby play the violin it’ll be fun you’ll be a cool musician who plays the violin!” yeah and the cello and what a clarinet good thing I only barely play the guitar and the piano but hey! it’ll be fun!’ he thought as he realised he had rubbed the poor violin a little bit too roughly and there may be a little temporarily permanent mark, letting out another sigh or the 50th one this week which is still a bit far from his record of 108 he decided to check some craigslist listings for possible bands to join just like he does every single afternoon. “Too punk, too nerdy, too.. tattoo-y, what’s the point of the triangle in a rock band? And that listing looks like an ad to be their new sex slave, great.” closing his laptop Toby decided to hit the streets and search for a karaoke bar or some sort at least try to get to know some people. It’s pretty shit only exchanging a two or three words with somebody a day, especially if it’s your neighbour. He’s a nice guy but like the dude is what, 5’ 3 and wears sandals with socks.
“Hit the road Jack! anddd don’t ya come back no mo’ no mo’ no mo’ no mo’” echoed in some weird alleyway as Toby approached it. 'Perfect’ neon lights flashing everywhere, bunch of drunk people standing outside getting even more wasted, one of them was probably standing in their own puke and the bouncer, if you’ve ever seen a bouncer for a karaoke club was hitting it up with some 30 year old. The bar or club or whatever was filled with cigarette smoke, making it more like a pub but had several tv's displaying the current lyrics in every possible colour there is. One tv had a sunset in the background while the other a colourful autumn forest. The stage of course was elevated around a meter high, just enough for it to hurt if you fell off and possibly fall onto someone’s drink on the first row table. Even if he isn’t going to make any friends he will be able to have a good laugh. Approaching the bar was harder than expected with people pushing him side to side with their elbows trying to save their slightly overpriced drinks. I mean $7 for a martini shot which tastes more like laundry detergent is a tad on the pricey side, but after a round no one even looks at the pricelist anymore. Toby sat down at the nearest bar stool sipping a whisky cause he’s fancy like that as he watched the hostess find the next possible person to sing who was surprisingly still pretty sober. The girl, Leah apparently was an event planner and pretty quirky and as she started singing Toby knew there were a few people in this city he might want to get to know better.
2+ Character Development Questions:
What color or smell brings back the strongest memories for them? (Pick one) Describe the memory.
-Dusty wood. He can’t really put his finger on why, probably from hours of practicing piano in the old music class after school. The old oak piano may not have been the prettiest and best sounding piano, geez he had a yamaha at home, but something about her, Rosie was what his music teacher always called her after the red velvet cushioned seat that was falling apart as well. Rosie hasn’t been used in class for years, Miss Gartner said she can’t remember when she last played her, they even gave up on tuning her every 6 months, but Toby loved her, her sound was similar to Lana Del Ray’s voice, harsh but still a calming deep sound, relaxing.
Does your character have any secrets? If so, what?
He once cut three strings off the harp because he kept messing up a bit in Clair de Lune. No one really found out it was him, but they did notice immediately, sadly as soon as they replaced it, he had to play it for his final grade.
2+ Goals?
His ultimate goal is forming a band, secretly because he’s lonely. He’s always loved music and playing in music class, the whole class, together. He sometimes had jam-offs with clarinets and flutes he never dared to challenge the french horn, Stephen always won. In longer terms he’d love to sell out stadiums, tour the world with his friends and stay up all night writing songs around a camp fire for their latest album.
Anything Else?
Not at the moment x
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What will we call you?
Soren
How old are you?
19
Preferred Pronouns?
They, Them, Their
Do you have any triggers we should be aware of?
The only one that I need to steer clear of in rp is incest, it’s a really touchy subject. Otherwise, most of the things that would normally upset me get put aside for the sake of writing.
Time Zone?
Pacific!
Activity?
Daily, since I honestly have nothing else to do with my life right now. I’ll notify you guys if that changes.
Times you will usually be on?
All day (which most likely begins at noon for me) , and until about 10 pm or later my time.
RP Experience?
I’ve been roleplaying for, god, like 10 years? I lost track, it’s been such a long time. I can’t think of specific examples, but ye.
How did you find us?
RPG tag on tumblr, because I was just trying to find a new group as I’ve been AWOL for reasons and lost contact with the ones I was in last year.
Are you okay with RPing smut?
Yep! Especially if it’s good for the plot/character, which I have a feeling it will be a big part of her.
Why this character?
I love problematic grunge girls, and also grunge music in general. Her connection with Branden interests me and I would looooooove to explore it! Also, I would love to write from the perspective of a lead singer/wannabe lead singer because it matches up with my own aspirations and I feel like I could capture it well.
Alternate means of contact?
Skype-trashyspacelesbian
Who do you want to be?
Character you want?
Catherine Hargrave
Secondary Character?
Freya Dahlstrom or, if there’s a problem with F/M/NB ratio, then Rowan Phillips
3+ Paragraphs in Character?
With a sigh of frustation, Kat glared at her ex through kohl-rimmed eyes. Sure, she’d screwed him over, but he’d returned the favor already plenty enough. He didn’t have to keep interrupting her during her increasingly vital vocal practice. The last thing she wanted was to get stuck in a band as a guitarist. I mean, maybe it wasn’t the last thing. But it wasn’t what gripped her heart with a passionate hand. That would be singing, letting everyone know how she really felt like she could never do with spoken words. Singing let her belt out the truth without repercussions. Her crystal gaze settled on him as she set her guitar down impatiently.
“Make it quick, alright? Some people have more important shit to do than be pestered by you. Actually, almost everybody does. Even people whose only goal in life is to collect scabs. Or maybe not, since you are actually a scab.” Now she smirked, relieved to be able to tease him. Maybe she did need a break, after all, and maybe he was just the person she needed to see. Not that she’d admit it. No, she’d totally die first. He was already full enough of himself, he really didn’t need the praise of somebody so substantial. He’d gotten plenty when they were together, and while they were still (sort of?) friends, she didn’t feel the need to be nicer to him than absolutely necessary.
Some people told her to be careful, that he could make or break her, but they’d shared too much to become total enemies through simple heckling. At least, that’s how she saw it. And when Kat trusted somebody, that was that until they fucked it up. And in his case, sometimes even after. When he remained silent, she figured he was either just here to bug her, or maybe even here for support. Perhaps just to listen; she was, after all, pretty damn talented. She once again began to strum and hum along, before opening her mouth and letting the words of her latest penning spill out from her painted lips. Her voice was somehow both clear and gruff, powerful and free.
2+ Character Development Questions:
It starts to rain… they’ve had a romantic outdoor date planned… what do they do?
Considering that either electronics or an acoustic guitar would probably be involved in someway, she’d be forced to go inside. Not that you’ll find her complaining; she hasn’t really been fond of rain ever since the accident that took her family from her.
What is your character afraid of? What keeps him or her up at night?
Vehicles. She still uses them when she absolutely has to, but she’s never been excited to drive around like she was when she received her license. The thing that really keeps her up, though, is the guilt of being the one who killed her family, and the recurring nightmare that vividly replays the event of that warm but rainy night.
2+ Goals?
1. To become a respected musician, a legendary frontwoman of her very own grunge band. She wants to be known for years to come as somebody truly original, she wants to be looked up to (to an extent; she doesn’t feel like she deserves to be a role model as a person, but as a singer, she does want to be idolized to an extent. Not for the fame it brings, but merely because she wants her talent recognized fully.)
2. Her secret goal, which embarrasses her to no end, is to lock down Branden. It’s not primary, obviously, and she doesn’t acknowledge it or even actively pursue it, but a small part of her is still very attached to him. An even smaller part of that part thinks he could be her end game.
Anything Else?
found my muchness (i hope i typed that right but you get the point?) also, my writing probably won’t be as on point as I wish it were, but English is my second language, and I’m just feeling pretty braindead today. I hope that I can find a place in your group, even if it can’t be as Kat (which, don’t get me wrong, I would LOVE!)
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Clarissa App (again)
Who are you?
What will we call you?
Emily
How old are you?
Nineteen
Preferred Pronouns?
She/her
Do you have any triggers we should be aware of?
Self harm, pretty please.
Time Zone?
CST
Activity?
Usually a couple of hours a day on average, unless school gets in the way.
Times you will usually be on?
Typically afternoons or evenings.
RP Experience?
A little over a year, all Tumblr based.
How did you find us?
Promo tags.
Are you okay with RPing smut?
Sometimes…? It depends on my partner, honestly.
Why this character?
Almost as soon as I saw Clarissa’s bio, I just felt everything click. I think her story is unique yet relatable - getting herself into a dark place and then finding an outlet to help her get out of it. Also, if Hollywood made a movie about Clarissa’s life, they would have ended it right after she got clean, so finding out what happens “after ever after” could be really interesting.
Alternate means of contact?
rosamediumblackwell is my indie account, which I’m usually on if I’m not doing group stuff. I also have a kik which is emzywrites.
Who do you want to be?
Character you want?
Clarissa St. Pierre
Secondary Character?
N/A
3+ Paragraphs in Character?
Most songwriters were “true artists” and only wrote when inspiration struck, usually scribbling down lyrics or chords on diner napkins and the backs of receipts. And those people were usually called geniuses.
Clarissa wasn’t like that. Every day at the exact same time, she pulled out her guitar and her legal pad full of notes and for exactly an hour and a half she would write. If she had ideas outside of these sessions, she would make her best effort to remember them for later, but she never actually wrote anything down until she was in that space. Even when at work, where she always had her guitar with her, she would never write new things. Usually when she played in the store, it was typically a cover of something she’d heard on the radio that morning and was trying to rework to fit her acoustic sound.
It may not have been the most organic process, and some sessions passed without her writing much at all, but every day she made herself write something. Even if it was only a few notes that she would only end up scratching out later. For some, songwriting was a creative force that they claimed only to be a channel for. For Clarissa, it was therapeutic. When she was at home, beloved guitar in her lap and scribblings of lyrics and chord progressions in front of her, she felt safe.
2+ Character Development Questions:
Do they have any tattoos or piercings? Do they want any?
Clarissa has two holes in each ear, the extra set coming after she started hanging out with her “bad crowd.” She doesn’t have any tattoos, but she’s been seriously thinking about getting one that somehow symbolizes rebirth.
What is their worst quality?
Her temper, without a doubt. She can get quite aggressive if she ever gets mad, and she can get mad over extremely trivial things. Clarissa can easily best anyone in a screaming match, and if she gets hot enough, can resort to physically pushing you out the door.
2+ Goals?
Clarissa has still yet to perform in any type of formal setting, and she knows that if she wants to be a professional, the first thing she needs to do is get a gig rather than make an album.
She would also like to get to a point where she feels financially stable.
Anything Else?
Found my muchness! (So sorry this wasn’t here the first time; I’m so embarrassed.)
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Clarissa App
Who are you?
What will we call you?
Emily
How old are you?
Nineteen
Preferred Pronouns?
She/her
Do you have any triggers we should be aware of?
Self harm, pretty please.
Time Zone?
CST
Activity?
Usually a couple of hours a day on average, unless school gets in the way.
Times you will usually be on?
Typically afternoons or evenings.
RP Experience?
A little over a year, all Tumblr based.
How did you find us?
Promo tags.
Are you okay with RPing smut?
Sometimes…? It depends on my partner, honestly.
Why this character?
Almost as soon as I saw Clarissa’s bio, I just felt everything click. I think her story is unique yet relateable - getting herself into a dark place and then finding an outlet to help her get out of it. Also, if Hollywood made a movie about Clarissa’s life, they would have ended it right after she got clean, so finding out what happens “after ever after” could be really interesting.
Alternate means of contact?
rosamediumblackwell is my indie account, which I’m usually on if I’m not doing group stuff. I also have a kik which is emzywrites.
Who do you want to be?
Character you want?
Clarissa St. Pierre
Secondary Character?
N/A
3+ Paragraphs in Character?
Most songwriters were “true artists” and only wrote when inspiration struck, usually scribbling down lyrics or chords on diner napkins and the backs of receipts. And those people were usually called geniuses.
Clarissa wasn’t like that. Every day at the exact same time, she pulled out her guitar and her legal pad full of notes and for exactly an hour and a half she would write. If she had ideas outside of these sessions, she would make her best effort to remember them for later, but she never actually wrote anything down until she was in that space. Even when at work, where she always had her guitar with her, she would never write new things. Usually when she played in the store, it was typically a cover of something she’d heard on the radio that morning and was trying to rework to fit her acoustic sound.
It may not have been the most organic process, and some sessions passed without her writing much at all, but every day she made herself write something. Even if it was only a few notes that she would only end up scratching out later. For some, songwriting was a creative force that they claimed only to be a channel for. For Clarissa, it was therapeutic. When she was at home, beloved guitar in her lap and scribblings of lyrics and chord progressions in front of her, she felt safe.
2+ Character Development Questions:
Do they have any tattoos or piercings? Do they want any?
Clarissa has two holes in each ear, the extra set coming after she started hanging out with her “bad crowd.” She doesn’t have any tattoos, but she’s been seriously thinking about getting one that somehow symbolizes rebirth.
What is their worst quality?
Her temper, without a doubt. She can get quite aggressive if she ever gets mad, and she can get mad over extremely trivial things. Clarissa can easily best anyone in a screaming match, and if she gets hot enough, can resort to physically pushing you out the door.
2+ Goals?
Clarissa has still yet to perform in any type of formal setting, and she knows that if she wants to be a professional, the first thing she needs to do is get a gig rather than make an album.
She would also like to get to a point where she feels financially stable.
Anything Else?
Just thanks for your consideration. :3
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