You for whatever reason have run away from home and somehow made your way to Las Vegas. There you find an abandoned warehouse turned into a loft for runaway teens just like you. There you get your fake ID's, and are supplied with an endless amount of cash to do whatever you want to do with it. Mainly this is all just to have fun and create havoc. If you're coming from the Free thread then please just re-post your characters.
Just the average.
1.Be respectful.
2.My word is law.
3.I'll be putting someone as my co-gm.
4.Have run.
5.Try to not speedpost.
6.Keep it pg-13 if it goes above that take it to the PMs.
7.There isn't a rule 7.
8.Follow all general RPG rules.
Name:
Nickname:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance:
Why you ran:
Occupation:
Tattoos/Piercings:
Bedroom in warehouse:
Style of clothing:
Type of transportation:
Personal Motto:
Hobbies:
Other:
Name: Micah Shaye Mason
Nickname: Mimi, Mace
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: Micah is a sweet girl with mean side though. Piss her off and you might want to run for the hills. She has a wild streak a mile wide and loves to party. She believes in second chances and wants to help people, but forgetting to help herself. She can be a bitch sometimes though.
Appearance: She stands at 5'6, 110 lbs. She has a surfer girl's body. Long legs, tan, flat stomach, long brown hair and emerald green eyes.
Why you ran: To be revealed.
Occupation: She's a sidewalk belly dancer/hula hooper/ raver.
Tattoos/Piercings: She has three tattoos, a tribal lion on her left wrist, a tribal heart on her right and a pair of angel wings on her back.
Bedroom in warehouse:
Style of clothing:
Normal
Type of transportation:
Personal Motto: "Why worry, as long as I have (Mary)Jane Jack and Jim I'll be okay."
Hobbies: Graffiti-ing, belly dancing, stripping (sometimes), hula hooping, drawing, raving.
Other: She can be a romantic at times and then she can also be a heart breaker.
Name: Liam Grey
Nickname: Grey.
Age: 19
Gender:Male
Personality: He's a recluse, very quiet, thoughtful. But when he's high or drunk thats when the party starts.
Appearance:
Why you ran: Don't ask..
Occupation: He's a male escort
Tattoos/Piercings: Has his snakebites and his one half angel one half devil wing's tattoo on his back.
Bedroom in warehouse:
Style of clothing: Anything, normally wears nice clothes though.
Type of transportation: His motorcycle.
Personal Motto: "Laugh alot. Live everyday. Don't love, it hurts too much."
Hobbies: Sketching, raving, painting, playing guitar.
Other:
Last edited by UltimatePuzle; 04-11-2013 at 03:25 PM.
I give all the creds for the avy and siggy to the brilliant Lillian Thorne
Mom: Sparklingeyes12
Dad: Chazz
Big sisters: Lady Paradox and Azure Sea
Little sisters: none yet
Big brothers: none yet
Little brothers: none yet
I'm a tornado looking for a man to break. Yeah, I'm gonna lift this house, spin it all around
Toss it in the air and put it in the ground.
Make sure you're never found
I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
WARNING, I MAY NOT BE ON AT ALL TIMES, SCHOOL, WORK ECT. ECT. ECT.
Forever is just a word. And I love you is just a phrase.
"Jack and Jill went up the hill and Jack burned off on booze and pills. Mary had a little lamb, and Mary didn't give a damn no more.
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”
― Hunter S. Thompson
"Journalism is a gun, aim it right and you can blow a kneecap off the world."
~ Transmetropolitan Comics
RP's That Have the Magnificently Good Fortune to Have Had Me Show Interest Towards Them in Any Way
I give all the creds for the avy and siggy to the brilliant Lillian Thorne
Mom: Sparklingeyes12
Dad: Chazz
Big sisters: Lady Paradox and Azure Sea
Little sisters: none yet
Big brothers: none yet
Little brothers: none yet
I'm a tornado looking for a man to break. Yeah, I'm gonna lift this house, spin it all around
Toss it in the air and put it in the ground.
Make sure you're never found
I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
WARNING, I MAY NOT BE ON AT ALL TIMES, SCHOOL, WORK ECT. ECT. ECT.
Forever is just a word. And I love you is just a phrase.
"Jack and Jill went up the hill and Jack burned off on booze and pills. Mary had a little lamb, and Mary didn't give a damn no more.
I give all the creds for the avy and siggy to the brilliant Lillian Thorne
Mom: Sparklingeyes12
Dad: Chazz
Big sisters: Lady Paradox and Azure Sea
Little sisters: none yet
Big brothers: none yet
Little brothers: none yet
I'm a tornado looking for a man to break. Yeah, I'm gonna lift this house, spin it all around
Toss it in the air and put it in the ground.
Make sure you're never found
I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
WARNING, I MAY NOT BE ON AT ALL TIMES, SCHOOL, WORK ECT. ECT. ECT.
Forever is just a word. And I love you is just a phrase.
"Jack and Jill went up the hill and Jack burned off on booze and pills. Mary had a little lamb, and Mary didn't give a damn no more.
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