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[rocketfox]

Not accepting anymore players.

INT.CHECK

"We can be who we are
Now we are alive
We can fight they cannot contain us"

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A small city in America, a place commonly known for it’s tourism and harmony during the non-summer months. On the other hand, there are the outskirts of the town, desolated and deserted houses stand there. It’s the polices' usual route: criminality, drugs-dealing, petty theft, everything that could be considered a burden on the good name of the town. The inhabitants of the houses are squatters, young folk who stand against everything that tries to keep them down, who will even resort to violence from time to time to get their needs. Tapping electricity for their daily needs, shop-lifting, only to spend everything they have to live to their fullest, with booze and drugs.

Until there is a vision, a vision from an angel, who wants to save them from the end of the world. However, will they, these adolescents, numbed by drugs and liquor, broken by their hard lives, believe the vision, or dismiss it? Will they even be able to stay ‘together’ in their group, without it...?

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This story revolves around the group that lives there, and James, a young man who gets a vision from an angel, the connections between the members of the group, of the squatters and other ‘different’ adults..

It’s based around emotions, around how they live together, and their beliefs in each other... Characters can have connections with each other, but this should be talked over and finalized, and partially left open so that characters can further develop through the course of the Plot. This is a Casual sort of style, thus you're not necessarily required to be eloquent [ loose based term ] but at least form a plausible and readable response that provides others a opportunity to respond effectively in their own description. Spelling errors and grammar mistakes are few and happen, but don't let it become so warped that it distorts your entire post and confuses others. I'd personally say a couple of paragraphs should suffice in quantity, but quality is the preferred here rather. You're, of course, permitted to write more and flesh out your writing entirely [ I know I will ] so don't be afraid to get heavy into details.

Remember, this is circulated around emotions ; be poetic.

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Character Sheet;

Full Name;
Age; _{(( Ranging between 17-25, I’d say, younger would be a bit awkward due to heavy themes in this RP ))}
Personality;
Appearance;
Background;
Other;

I'd love to see some exciting work, and any questions that you want to ask, can be asked here!
Those that were included in the Interest Check will be shown favour.
So - that means - no longer accepting players.

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[x] credit goes to FenrirRage for the Plot and Text, I'm only hosting the role play and graphic work.

[Christiefries]

This is very artistically put together o.o Good job!

[rocketfox]

Thank ya ~ it's what I do best.

[Christiefries]

Full Name; Vivian Jade Clark (Nicknamed "Lolita" for often going after much older men.)

Age; 22

Personality; Conceited, selfish, greedy, and manipulative. Vivian will do whatever it takes to get what she wants even if it means being used along the way, because overall, she's the one using them for her own desires. She believes she is the prettiest woman on the planet and often reminds other women of this by putting down their appearance and blowing up minuscule flaws of theirs out of proportion, even if it means making up a flaw about them.

Background; Vivian was raised in an orphanage and adopted out to many different families. Each one was horrified by the child they had adopted, who damaged their precious belongings, stole their money, screamed if she didn't get her way, and once even intentionally killed a family's pet cat. As a teenager, she became extremely sexually active, sneaking in a different boy into her room every other night. When she wasn't sneaking people in, she was sneaking herself out to attend college parties where she got drunk and stoned. Often times she would wake up to find out that she had been raped, although she didn't seem to care much.

She started sleeping with older men until finally she decided to attempt to seduce the man who had adopted her. Reluctant at first, he eventually gave into his sexual desires and let her pleasure him in exchange for money, which she used to buy drugs. Once she was an adult, she moved out and lived on her own in a cheap apartment. Money for rent came from stripping at the local bar and prostituting herself to any man who wanted to get some. With her extra cash, she continued to buy drugs and booze, to cure her everlasting addiction. If she ever missed out on rent, all she had to do was sleep with the landlord behind his wife's back.

Life has gone on like this for her ever since. She doesn't believe in God, Satan, Heaven, Hell, or anything. There is nothing. She believes life is to be lived in happiness for as long as possible until you are wiped completely from existence, which eventually no one will care about or even remember. Vivian is completely numb to all emotions except for the thrill of drugs and the exciting hallucinations they often bring. She doesn't think she will ever be loved, because there is no love, and men only want one thing. She's willing to give it, so who cares?

Other; She will sleep with any man at any age, except for those younger than 17. Yes. She would sleep with a 99 year old if he was rich.

[rocketfox]

" H o w c a n y o u s e e i n t o m y e y e s l i k e o p e n d o o r s ?
L e a d i n g y o u d o w n i n t o m y c o r e w h e r e I ’ v e b e c o m e s o n u m b
W i t h o u t a s o u l m y s p i r i t ' s s l e e p i n g s o m e w h e r e c o l d
u n t i l y o u f i n d i t t h e r e a n d l e a d i t b a c k h o m e . "

K A T E R I N A K I N G S W O R T H
twenty-one [✖] female [✖] vagabond

without a thought, without a voice, without a soul[•] <sub>The everyday typical rebel child; the temperamental, sexually aggressive hot-head with a sharp tongue of sarcastic wit, volatile graces and a mouth you wouldn't kiss your mother with. Kat, as most affectionately call her, is all things loud, abrasive trimmed with a lovely dose of peddling herself in ways drugs and sin. She is the Bohemian sympathizer, the wandering artistic soul with the belief of beauty, freedom, truth and love - in all its ugly points and dark undertones. She has an addictive personality, most would call her too much, as her lips are never sealed too tightly to speak her mind; honesty is all things good and noble no matter if it bears harsh intentions. Kat's mind runs on a rush of having fun and charming innuendos that creates her to be the spark to a heart; she is the flame burning bright and too stubborn to go out without taking someone down with her.

Kat has a complex of emotions that spiral in and out of control whenever she's without some form of relaxer that keeps her numb and focused and otherwise blind to her struggles. She's not perfect, in fact Kat is to be called an immaculate misconception; she stands up for the under dog with a harsh bearing 'fuck you' and a crossed body meant to be tempting but dangerous in the way her eyes spear down into glaring, smoldering daggers. Katerina will gladly hold fights and carry qualms with authority, the government being a plethora of sin and depravity in her eyes with the stubborn conservatives and liberal loons being mere pawns in a twisted game of chess.

She doesn't care for you, doesn't care for anything about you. Katerina's perception on individuals and life is heavily flawed and misconstrued, she sees things through an artist's eye and feels things with her fire-laden heart rather than her functioning brain. She'll dismiss with a flick of her wrist, laugh and pity the woeful heart, and smirk over the easily swayed girls whom peddle their flesh for drug-change.</sub>

breathe into me and make me real[•] <sub>It's hard to believe that under the dark, bold exterior of herself used to be a chestnut haired girl with a kind smile and bright eyes of a blue colour. A lot can happen in a mere handful of years living on the streets and straying from place to place under the influences of drink and narcotics. Her skin once toned to a healthy bronze has faded and become pale under harsh lights flickering in a run-down home, the sallow skin stretches over high cheek bones and a thin frame bordering on between slender and slim with curves once obvious through her attire; her penchant for drug use is gradually wearing down on her person though - and she knows one day it will kill her. Kat's body bears previous visuals of her former life in the graces of family and an actual home; the way her legs are toned from the practices of a long-distance sprinter or swimmer. However these are all things before, Kat looks nothing like she did years ago.

Kat's height is five-six, pale skin riddled with scars and bearing signature details of tattoos; the four words of her philosophy in life lining the inside of her forearm. More brands decorate her back and her hips, some done herself and others done professionally as one can get while living on the constant move. Katerina's flesh is pierced, silver donning her ears and nose in rings, and speared through her tongue in form of a barbell. Almond figured eyes once a healthy tone of blue are now dulled and bordering a pale grey with steel blue backdrops lined in dark lashes and lids that veil her stare in a languid look; the image of a cat in rest.

Tresses are dark brown and black mixture with bleached undertones that swirl around her shoulders; long and sometimes secured back in a tail with tangles forming peculiar waves and plaits that almost symbolize the start of dreads. Kat doesn't wear black because it's trendy in the punk-rock genre, she wears it because it's the colour of her soul. Beaten leather over a slitted, off the shoulder, midriff bearing tee-shirt of a vintage band logo long since faded is her trademark look. Kat has no sense of modesty; her body is her body and showing it has long since became a commonplace occurrence. Dark denim encasing her legs with worn in holes across her knees, slits and threadbare ends and scrawled on in boredom with pens and various inks. Her scars are criss-cross lines across her slender back and shoulders, hidden under the fall of her hair; where she got them, she won't say, she'll never, never tell.</sub>

been living a lie, there’s nothing inside[•] <sub>When Katerina lost her brother, it was the focal point of her spiral into chaos. The male youth himself had been heavily immersed into drugs and booze, hidings these addictions under his over the top personality and overly infectious smile. Kat adored him and his secret life wasn't revealed to her until upon his passing and her parents discovered such a delicious lie. It ripped the two once upon time High School sweethearts apart and the divide set Katerina in a turmoil of hate; thus she followed her brother's footsteps and found herself becoming not only addicted, but nearly dependent on her next hit. Barely fifteen and commonly gracing the party scene in careless abandon and her attitude bordering hostile whenever swept in withdrawal.

She left her parents behind in their petty problems, sold soul and pills alike to get her to places she dreamed of and became the Bohemian of the twenty-first century. Kat drifted for years, taking upon herself to grace the company of squatters and other kids of immortal souls, she would never find permanent residence and Katerina didn't care - she never did. And she never will. All of that was left behind in her brother's coffin where she said good-bye in angry whispers and crushed roses to dust over his grave.</sub>

save me from the nothing i've become[•] _{Kat's has sold her affections, drugs and loves to partake in drink ; she's a top marketer for various drug and hallucination components and has earned her reputation through such means. Her sexual aggression stems to her flirtatious quips; those that don't know her often view her as a delinquent's whore. She'll gladly prove you wrong with a kick from her sharp heeled boot.}

[Alex Treveney]

Full Name; Raine Stapler { Ra - ane - ine } {St - ape - ler }
Age; 21
Personality;
"Sexist people, get out of my way. Short-sighted, narrow-minded, condescending, chauvinistic hypocrites. You're all just a bunch of big babies. Let's not regress ourselves to the stone age, you a**holes" ~ Raine Stapler (urban
dictionary)

Raine was raised that world is a monster that'll eat you until your no more, she can see the world as living hell, and doesn't believe in salvation. The reason why she hates salvation is because she hates religion; why praise a God when you must suffer first; God wasn't there when she'd suffered. Life for her is a train off the rail; there is no beginning;middle; or end, just stillness, just some of the reasons she hates life. She likes to point out the bad things of anything situation; both good or bad. She likes blow away her problems with a blow of smoke; inhaling all her problems and exhaling them in a grey haze. She has a fun side but it usually has a bong, she doesn't smoke weed so often, only just for fun.

She cuts her wrist but not for suicide but only for art; she wants to crave life into her body so many she might actually feel something. Raine likes manga and anime; she loves to point out the small mediocre parts. She wants to write a love story because she felt love; she wants to somehow feel or share it; or just for kicks she wants to destroy it before it can ever hurt her. She doesn't like sex but at the same time " Love is her drug 8} " She likes being pleasured and feel something that will last a short time and doesn't mean anything. To wrap it up; Raine is a hot f***ing mess; but when she heard the vision she wanted to believe in something
Appearance;Background;Raine was raised in the project which is everywhere where she came from. Her family were that " girl next door ", pretty too look at but afraid to touch. She had 5 brothers and she was the youngOther;

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WIP NOT DONE

[rocketfox]

Probably should have specified the limited cast and every~thing, and that we have all our players...
Yeah.

Welp, I can't say for sure, Alex, upon your acceptance [?] until I conclude things with the GM ; as he wanted a small troupe of players, and we had [have] all we needed. So, don't fret, and just sit tight [polish up your character for now, I see a lot of grammar errors, just to point that out.] until we get back to you.

Cool?

All right-y then.

[Christiefries]

Yeah you should probz edit your first post mentioning that haha

[rocketfox]

Yepp, did not think that one through.
Ohwell, it's there now.
Haha.

[Christiefries]

So... Are all of the characters just going to happen across one another and form this 'group' thing, or are we all already in a group...?