[OOC] Redwood Apartments [CLOSED]

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REDWOOD APARTMENTS
BLK 3 LOT 6, Rebecca Ln., Silvervale, Oregon

Looking for an affordable accomodation? Something in the center of the city within walking distance to the Mall,
the prolific Silvervale University, the plaza and pretty much every function? The Redwood Apartment by Rebecca's
Hole is perfect for you. Home to the best buns in town as the first floor houses Bert's Bakes and Coffee so you
get to wake up to the smell of freshly baked bread.

-Inquire on-site or reach through [e-mail]

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Aside from the tacky flyer, the pitch is irresistible.
"A tacky fyler doesn't always mean a tacky place", you think to yourself.

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The RP will start on the 13th of February 2019 a day before the 14th when the annual "Tinker Throwing" at Silver Swamp is held. The Tinker Throwing ceremony kicks off Silvervale's annual foundation fair which lasts for 1 week, other activities this year are as follows: The Silver Egg hunt, Name The Plaza, "Tinker Town -The tale of Silvervale" performed at the University Theatre, Local Band/Artist performances at the Plaza, Tinker Fair at Tinker Base, and lastly "The Send-off March and Bonfire". There's a free tour of the city by some native historians for those who are interested in knowing more about the myths and lore of Silvervale. Oh, and attendance in the university is loose during the fair, so there's that too.

Fair Activities

Tinker Throwing (Day 1, Feb.14, 2019/Thursday)
-Bring a silver trinket to throw into the Silver Swamp, 1 trinket = 1 wish, your trinket can be anything made of silver and most people go with coins, silverware or medallions while some have thrown in wheels, chastity belts, armor and even daggers. Don't worry about the Swamp, officials will clean it up afterwards, do mind that you can't retrieve things you've thrown in as it will belong to the city.

Silver Egg Hunt (Day 1-7 Feb.14-20, 2019)
-It's like an Easter Egg hunt but with eggs made out of silver: 10 silver eggs are scattered within Silvervale, and 10 lucky people will get random freebies(loot bags, coupouns, gadgets, or a whopping 50,000 Dollars) upon returning the eggs to the mayor's booth by the plaza.

Name the Plaza (Day 2-5 Feb.15-18, 2019)
-Citizens are welcome to send in name suggestions for the City Plaza, come Feb.17, a voting will commence for people to vote which name shall be used. The winner will have a small bust of them erected by the Plaza pointer.

"Tinker Town -The Tale of Silvervale" (Day 5-6 Feb. 18-19,2019)
-A theatrical play about the history of Silvervale, detailing the story its first inhabitants up to its foundation as a legitimate city. Managed, written and directed by the students of SVU. The play runs for 2 hours and 30 minutes.

"Tinker Fair at Tinker Base" (Day 1-5 Feb. 14-20,2019)
-A fair for local artists, inventors and connoisseurs to showcase their products at the mall, great deals abound! #supportlocal

"The Send-off March and Bonfire" (Day 7, Feb. 20, 2019)
-A marching band and willing participants will walk around the city chanting the names of the executed citizens from Silvervale's past, a ceremonial mostly superstitious rite for the governing body of the city. Free lunch and snacks for people joining. The Send-off Bonfire will be lit at the end of the 7th day to close off the festivities of the Foundation fair, everyone is welcome to attend and mingle at the University Quadrangle. A buffet from the local restaurants and establishments is laid out for everyone to enjoy.

Local Band/Artist performances at the Plaza(Day 3-6)
-"Last day of registration is on Feb.15"
Free City Tour (Day1-7)
-It's a free comprehensive tour of Silvervale, lasts for 3-5 hours, it's the FULL Experience.

A notice on the Apartment bulletin says:

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February 13: Welcoming celebration for the foundation fair for beloved tenants, a small party on the rooftop: with barbecue, buns, booze, karaoke, fireworks and good company.

-Party starts at 8 P.M., RSVP by this bulletin or you won't get your food nor get to bring a plus one.-

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[rougeLily]

REDWOOD APARTMENTS

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_{Redwood, A homey apartment for the needy found in the city of tinkers and artists: Silvervale, New Orleans. Living in this apartment entails for a very exciting daily life among very interesting and peculiar characters. Silvervale is known for its colorful citizens and their fun festivals but also for it's prolific University, sought after for their expertise in the field of arts. Redwood is at an accessible location to all the functions in town and heck, it's literally a few blocks away from Rebecca's hole, a 10 minute walk away from the plaza and the mall, you can even see the University not that far ahead so, what more can you ask for?}

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See the reviews:

☆☆☆☆☆	"It's a whole story!"
☆☆	"Had some trouble with clogged drains the other night. I've been to worse I guess."
☆☆☆☆☆	"Live here, and get more than you bargained for!" Wait, what do you mean that doesn't have a positive connotation?!
☆☆☆	"So, like, how close is the nearest police station from here? Asking for a friend."
☆☆☆☆☆	"It's actually made of bricks, not redwood, don't worry!"
☆☆☆☆	"It's actually an adventure. Would recommend."
☆☆☆	"It's pretty okay just don't look into room 3C. E V E R. please, just don't. A+"
☆☆☆☆☆	"Hi! Please check out my blog scattiejazminxoxo,com ;))"

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Apartment Details

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4-story industrial complex with a Rooftop, boasting rustic but chic interiors with great character and texture. The Rooftop has a lounge area and an open space enough for a small party.

!Notify Bert if you’ll be having a function!
!Tenants are given a discount on Bert’s baked goodies!

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9 AVAILABLE ROOMS (22 Bedspaces)

3-BR (big room, with living room + kitchen)
-perfect for people who wants somewhere to lounge in with friends, pricier than the 2-BR.



2-BR (medium room, with small living room + kitchen)
-usually occupied by students and short term tenants, as affordable as Bert's buns.

1st floor = Bakery
2nd floor has the communal bathroom
2A = 3-BR
2B = 3-BR
3A = 3-BR
3B = 3-BR
3C ??? = ??? (small boarded up room)
3D = 2-BR
4A = 2-BR
4B = 2-BR
4C = 2-BR
4D = 2-BR

APARTMENT RULES/REMINDERS:
- please keep the hallways, the communal bathroom, the rooftop and the lounge tidy, feel free to loiter but never litter.
- Lights out by 1 a.m. is recommended but not strictly implemented.
- FLUSH THE GOD DAMN TOILETS, JESUS CHRIST.
- please retrieve your garments from the drying racks by your terrace/from the rooftop, there have been some strange incidents lately.
- don’t consume the ff. drugs in the complex: cocaine, meth, bathsalts, paint thinner, cat piss, industrial glue, ecstasy (unless prescribed); raw or formulated.
- If you have ideas for bread flavors/shapes please feel free to share them with Bert :)

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Get acquainted with Silvervale:

A funny little city on the outskirts of Louisiana, Silvervale is known for its strange sometimes dark history that its locals unapologetically commemorate through various festivals and traditions. The city has idyllic areas mixed in with modern aesthetics. There’s a quirky perpetual fog that gives it a blue-ish silver look that even translates well in photographs, so everywhere you turn your bound to find a photo perfect opportunity. Previous fact is also attributed to the impressive tourist traffic in the city, aside from its prolific landmarks and festivities. The locals of Silvervale are very inviting even if sometimes weird, well… quirky. Silvervale’s streets and landmarks are named after the executed residents from day’s old, most of which have their own little artifact and pointers telling their tale: how they lived, what they were accused of and how they died. This was under the efforts of the city to honour those that were wronged from such dreadful times, it’s quite the trip to look through and learn each of them. There are rumours that it’s more a superstitious act to ward off a curse more than it was anything, but you know, Silvervale is full of tales.

A brief read-up on "The Great Three":

_{Back in the day the town was mostly known to be the home of it's infamous witches, which later on contributed to the traditional practices and modern day festivals of Silvervale. Aurelia “The Mystica” Willard, was a noble woman; Initially a young Spanish ‘slave’ sold by her father to a wealthy elderly English nobleman, Benjamin Willard to be his bride. They later migrated to the Americas, on a small settlement in the fringes of thick lush marshes and woodlands somewhere in new New Orleans. When Benjamin died under mysterious circumstances, Aurelia became the head of the household and through his husband's abandoned wealth, she had lived the rest of her life, in grandiose and fame, spending on material things: sex and exclusive soirees amongst her fellow nobility. Notorious for being a cruel and conniving woman, she had her way with getting what she wants, thus being both feared and respected in the small community plus equally earning her a grand number of enemies. She had a young personal servant, named Rebecca Marks who literally sold her soul to Aurelia. Some say she was a thrall under Aurelia's spell, some say they were actually lovers, but either way history had little to no information on the true nature of their relationship. Another name of note was Emilia La Fontaine's: the local bordello madam, who in more than one occasion has been accused of dabbling in witchcraft. Adding to that fact, there are a number of instances where men, most commonly of notorious statuses, would go missing in the area, the bordello being their last known location. Nobody really knows where they have gone. At some point she had been in correspondence with Mystika, it is said that both were dabbling with the demonic arts among other things. Both had been punished for these accusations, along with Aurelia's beloved servant for her supposed involvement... all three women were executed in horrific fashions to get dispel of their demonic ties. This is just one of the many tales surrounding the city's strange history. Silvervale has since compensated for its barbaric ways by honoring the dead through festivities and commemorations, thus the birth of it's fascinating profile.}

LOCATIONS:

Rebecca's Hole

REBECCA'S HOLE (Bar/Club Strip)

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One of Silvervale’s prolific landmarks: known for its thriving pubs and clubs often visited by tourists coming in for Silvervale’s night life but is also frequented by a huge number of the local university’s students. Named to commemorate Rebecca Mark, one of the Three Witches executed during the 1600s when condemning progressive female figures is a pretty common occurrence. In spite of its dark history, it is now a very welcoming space for just about anyone wanting to relieve stress and get, as the locals say it, FUKT’UP though do be wary of the occasional pub fights.

Silvervale University

SILVERVALE UNIVERSITY -"SVU" (University)

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Home of the Tinkerheads, the 100 year old University built by the first revolutionaries of Silvervale. Its mission is to wholly develop the abilities, skills, intellect and EQ of its students leading them towards bringing something new to society. The university is known for bringing about Inventors and Artists, and as such is prolific for the arts. The University has 3 separate buildings divided into: Arts, Sciences and Technology. There’s a track field, a football field, an indoor pool, a theatre, and etc.

The Silver Swamp

THE SILVER SWAMP (Actual Swamp)

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A swamp connected to the woods behind the University, a bridge connecting the main path from town to the University was constructed to make way for the students. Although it passes more now as looking like a lake thanks to the beautification efforts of the city’s governing bodies –All hail the Tinkers!!- , this body of water is actually a swamp. This was where Aurelia “The Mystika” Willard was executed, being fed to the crocodiles by a wilding mob. During the city festival/foundation fair, it is a tradition to throw in silver trinkets into the lake as a way of honouring Mystika and her contribution to the history and progress of the city. The silver trinkets also give the swamp a silver blue-ish glow that ultimately became its namesake.

The Woods

THE WOODS (It's a forest)

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A huge forest behind the university, connected to the Silver Swamp. There are some abandoned establishments within its grounds that make for a fun exploration if you’re not afraid of the wildlife and the legends that surround it. They say if you stay quiet enough and block out the noise of wildlife you can hear whispers and wailing from within the woods. Another story claims there’s a boogie man living some miles deep and should you find yourself within its domain, you’ll end up getting tickled to death before becoming a stew –they call it, the Canibuk.

Marketplace

THE TRADE CENTER (Marketplace)

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A thriving and bustling part of town, this is where you can get your dry and wet goods. They’ve got, meat, fruits, seafood, fresh flowers, seedlings, crafting supplies, first-aid kits, beating animal hearts, bottle of tears, used surgical gloves, and plenty more sweet deals. At the center of the marketplace is the Circle where artisans, local and foreign, set up booths on the weekends to showcase their works and eventually make profit, ANYONE’s welcome to sell ANYTHING at the circle. The previous statement also brings in quite a percentage of tourists into the city.

Plaza

The Plaza (An actual plaza, surprisingly yet to be named)

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The core of the city, it’s wide enough for people to congregate on during the many festivities of Silvervale. Lined with benches and trees, it is often adorned by decorations that change monthly and most likely based on the current celebration being held. The Plaza is often crowded on the weekends by tourists and locals alike, marvelling at the decorations or just hanging out. Just 40 years ago, a gallows was fixed dead centre of the plaza where plenty of people were executed back in the day. It has since been replaced by a platform made entirely out of silver and aluminium that somehow still hasn’t lost its shine nor has any sort of blemish or scratch. There’s a small playground on the east corner of the plaza dedicated to the Lost Kids, some orphans who mysteriously disappeared 400 years ago.

The Cauldron

THE CAULDRON (Famous Diner)

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A rustic chic diner located in a 4 story complex in front of the plaza, they serve the best stew in the city and at night the aroma of their meals wafts through the plaza. They also serve breakfast 24/7 at a decent price, it’s also usually where most of the bar-goers stumble into at 5 in the morning. The complex housing the diner actually used to be a brothel owned by Emillia La Fontaine, one of the three great “witches”.

Tinker Base

TINKER BASE (The Mall)

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It’s a mall, somehow it’s the least interesting part of town aside from some rumours about the basement. They’ve got cafes, restaurants, salons, spas, arcades, a big department store, a hardware, and all the usual mall functions. Oh and If you need electronics, this is where to go.

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OOC:

Character Sheet

*feel free to make your own bb code*
"character quote"

Name:
(Nickname)
Age:
Gender:
Occupation:
Sexual/Romantic Orientation: *you don't have to disclose it, if its relevant to your character's story, or you just don't want to lol*
Time of occupancy in Redwoods: (no longer than 5 months)

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Appearance:
-1 min. paragraphs long
Traits:
-list at least 5
Personality:
-1-2 min. paragraphs long
Habits:
-1 min. paragraph long
Background:
-1 min. paragraph long

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Extra:
*you can add extra details here*
*if needed, include npcs you’d like to include (relative, etc.) that would be relevant to your character and the rp*

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Please message me the following: (I’ll just use this to assess your character and their chemistry with the rest of the town and the other characters)
-A 1-2 paragraphs long write up on what your character's daily routine in the apartment/ how would they spend a day in their room"
-A trait/habit your roommates might find annoying/hard to deal with about you*

Relationship Sheet

CHARACTER NAME:
-First Impression:
*1-2 Paragraphs long detailing how your character views the other tenants*

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RULES:

- NO PERSONAL DRAMA ANYWHERE, If you have some beef against someone please keep it in the PMs. THIS IS A STRESS FREE HOUSEHOLD, I'm a frail sensitive boi and I get upset very easily so don't even try. Drama in character is very much welcome though.
- Post as regularly as you could, if something comes up and you can't post for a while please try to notify me.
- Feel free to write your IC posts as vulgar(R18 is welcome) and detailed as you can but do try to be sensible and try not to offend anyone(unless the other player consents to it).
- KEEP YOUR POSTS AT LEAST 2-3 PARAGRAPHS LONG.

[BoyMom69035]

Sweeeet! I will get my cs up as soon as I can :)

[rougeLily]

Sweeeet! I will get my cs up as soon as I can :)

@BoyMom69035

orayt, kween, looking forward to it xoxo

[cerozer0]

ill be making an agoraphobic psyche writer ;)) faceclaim winona ryder

WIP: Jolie

“ A ꜰɪɴᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀʀʏ ʀᴇᴄʟᴜsᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴀʀꜰᴜʟ ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴛ. Fɪɴᴇʀ sᴛɪʟʟ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴍɪsᴀɴᴛʜʀᴏᴘᴇ. ”
― Dᴇᴀɴ Kᴏᴏɴᴛᴢ

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Jolie Smith, otherwise known under the pen name Chris Steller, is a social enigma. Due to her horrid anxiety disorder and quite severe agoraphobia Jolie rarely has the guts to leave the apartment building, and thus she does not take much care in her appearance. Her dark brown hair rests at about her mid-back and often goes for days without being washed due to Jolie's discomfort in being in the communal bathroom with other people. She prefers it up out of her face when waist deep in deadlines and papers. Even though she is almost afraid of the bathroom, Jolie cannot stand being filthy and often scrubs herself raw when she works herself up to shower so, at the very least, she smells nice.

Despite her general grubbiness from being a recluse, Jolie has rather attractive genes. Her face is long and narrow, almost elegant, topped with a perfectly straight, pointed nose and sharp cheekbones. Dark eyes stand out among thick but straight eyelashes, and due to her workaholic nature, dark circles surround them. A strange gauntness encompasses her due to her forgetfulness, giving her body an almost skeletal look from some angles. Beneath her usual attire of sweats or comfortable jeans or PJs are a few forgotten about tattoos and old, now-healed piercing holes.

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|| ɪɴsɪɢʜᴛꜰᴜʟ || ᴇsᴄᴀᴘɪsᴛ || ᴡɪᴛᴛʏ || ᴀᴘᴀᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ || ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴɪsᴛ || ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ ||

There is always work to be done, chores to be finished, and sleep to be had in the life of Jolie Rose Smith. To call her married to her work would be an understatement; Jolie is not married to writing, she is writing. Her popular books on the psychology of the human mind and the habits those with certain mental illnesses take on are like her children, and she takes years even to ensure they are each perfect in their own right. Jolie is a workaholic, a perfectionist, and always strives to become better in her craft than she has been before.

Her strive for perfection is often halted, however, by her intense agoraphobia. Gained after a bad illness in her youth, Jolie has only been outside a handful of times in the past year and a half. She is technically a recluse, most often sticking to her own apartment thanks to the safety she has found there. This horrible illness, coupled with her extreme introverted nature and blunt way of speaking, often leaves Jolie in a friendless rut which she very much wants to break out of. Though she fears the craziness of the world outside her apartment, she also craves it and wants to be better someday, which is why she often has a therapist visit her at least twice a month.

To those she is close with, Jolie is quiet yet clever. She is quite good at reading into people's expressions and has a strange wittiness about her that stems from her love of writing and reading comedy. Jolie loves listening to others but dislikes talking herself, and she much prefers smaller groups as opposed to crowds. She is most comfortable around her therapy dog Da Vinci, who is often by her side when she is not in the apartment. Despite her easily thinking the worst of any given situation, Jolie wishes for a future in which she can stand on her own without the constant nagging of her own inner monologue, and this is one of the main reasons why she has decided to move into a very communal apartment complex.

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Jolie is a recluse, but she does not have many of the same habits as a recluse. For starters, she is incredibly anal about cleanliness, to that point that she mops and scrubs down her living space every day once she has some free time from her writings. Speaking of, Jolie's work often carries her way into the night. Those outside her bedroom door may be able to hear the frantic typing and hushed mumblings of her insomnia if they are up late enough, and they will most certainly hear her stomping around in the kitchen in the middle of the night if she finds herself caught on a word. Besides that, Jolie has a dog named Da Vinci whom she loves very much, but may ask for help in walking him during hard mental health days.

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[Harlequ]

Wooop it’s up! CS is a wip

WIP: Victoria Bouvelard

Appearance | Large Image Warning

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Standing at a height of 5’10 with a petite build, Victoria gives off an air of sophistication. The woman certainly tries to take care of most of her looks, styling her long blonde hair into elaborite styles, and applying a decent amount of makeup (mostly lipstick) before she heads out. Her clothing is always matched and flattering, as expected of a designer.
Perhaps the most prominent feature of Victoria’s are her green-blue blue eyes. Often vague, always with an edge, they tend to set people on edge. She looks at a person in a manner that suggests she knows the darkest secrets of their souls, and that she wouldn’t hesitate to expose them is she wished to.
Victoria has a strong facial structure, with strong cheekbones and a square jawline. Her entire face would most likely seem cold and distant if it weren’t for the fact that she usually has a small smile on, as if the world amuses her.
One of Victoria’s trademarks is that she is never seen without her clockwork canary. Kept anywhere from her handbag to a boot pocket, the small brass bird can be wound up in a certain way to play wonderful melodies, though if wound wrongly, it begins to let out a series of the most annoying chirps heard by mankind.
Victoria’s hands are one part of hers that look very out of place from the rest of her groomed appearance. Nails bitten to the quick and ragged, and stains from paints and oils. There comes times she’ll use gloves to cover them up, but usually she lets them be. After all, why should she care about a couple of oil stains when she has her hair to style?
Victoria’s look is a mix of fantasy, steampunk and old timey. Dresses, fancy hats, and many tiny accessories stuffed into her purse, it’s a wonder she manages to keep everything organised. And while her look may seem out of place in many areas, she manages to pull it off in true Victoria Bouvelard fashion

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True to her occupation, Victoria is an eccentric gal. Her manner and method of dressing is as if she lived back in the -‘s. She doesn’t socialize much, and when she does says whatever she wishes to, no filter. It’s a surprise anyone manages to last long around her. Usually the only ones that stay are either masochists, or have a very strong personality of their own.
Victoria has very original ideas, or at least, they’re different enough to call original. No matter if they seem smart or not, she’ll always act on them, making wierd inventions with even wierder purposes, or interesting clothing lines that are just strange enough to call fashion. She enjoys it when her ideas work out, and somehow finds it even better when they don’t.

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Nail Biting
Tapping her fingers when she’s nervous
Chewing the inside of her cheek
Rearranging Everything

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[Lady Ostara]

@rougeLily I'll be messaging you in a little bit about the information you had asked for, Just curious did you want us to pick our apartment number or do you pick it for us?

Ay

{"One of the very nicest things about life is the way we must regularly stop whatever it is we are doing and devote our attention to eating. "}

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Name:
Atsuko Mari Hartley
Nickname:
AyEmAitch, Ay, Koko
Date of Birth:
March 26, 1994
Age:
23
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Relationship Status:
Single, Looking to mingle
Occupation:
Cafe Server
Apt Number:
?

Appearance
Atsuko has always been a petite girl ever since she was young. she stands at five foot four inches, and weighs a good one hundred and twenty pounds. if it had not been for her constant dancing and playing sports when she was much younger, then she may have been a little chubby. however, she has managed to maintain her slim and toned build.
Currently, Atsuko's hair is 14 inches long and drops to just below her shoulder blades in a mix of soft curls and waves. after previously experimenting and dying her hair, she prefers to keep it black as she has such a fair complexion. she either styles it in a low ponytails or keeps it out, depending on her mood.
like many other japanese, Atsuko has the typical, dark brown eyes. the lightest her eyes will ever be is in the sun, though she doesn't think much about the color as it's boring. she's always envied those with hazel eyes. her lips, however, are naturally a dark pink/red color and tend to stand out more usual.
Atsuko does not have either any tattoos or piercings, other than the two in her ears - which she tends to accessorizes with cute earrings. her usual clothing attire consists of mainly light colors such as baby blue, white, pink and light red. she tends to wear cute outfits, also depending on her mood if she feels like it.​

Personality:
Atsuko is a smart, care-free and down to earth girl. she has a soft and warm exterior. however, she can can be very friendly or snarky when she chooses to, but usually that depends on what mood she's in. she can be very closed up at times as she tries her best to not let anyone besides her best friends get close to her to keep herself from getting hurt emotionally and physically. at times she has this energy inside her that oftentimes thrusts her into the spotlight - but that isn't always where she wants to be; she would rather prefer to stay low-key.

Luckily, Atsuko knows how to relax, and is perfectly capable of switching from a passionate, driven idealist to that imaginative and enthusiastic free spirit on the dance floor, often with a suddenness that can surprise even her closest friends. being in the mix also gives her a chance to connect emotionally with others as she believes everyone should take time to recognize and express their feelings. however, she needs to be quite cautious. if she relies too much on her intuition, assume, or anticipate too much about a friend's thoughts, she can misread the signals and frustrate plans that a more straightforward approach would have made simple.

But everyone also has their bad side. when in an emotional wreck, Atsuko can become very reckless; not considering anyone's thoughts and feelings. the first thing on her mind will be spoken, no matter how bad it is. once she's let it all out, she'll resort to blocking herself from everyone and reality. give her a couple days and she'll be back to normal.​

History:
Atsuko Mari Hartley was born in Urawa, Japan on the twenty-sixth of March to a lovely young couple, Minami Watanabe and Leonard Hartley. They had met, when her father Leonard Hartley came to Japan to study japanese cuisine and hard started working at her mother Minami Watanabe's family restaurant, They soon fell in love with each other and married. They took over Minami's family restaurant and worked hard to raise money for their small family. Though as Atsuko grew up, she stayed with her mother's parents most of time due to her parents being too busy running the restaurant to earn money; they looked after her well and treated her as if she was their daughter too. however, at the age of nine years old, they both passed away due to a random attack from a stranger in the middle of the streets. the two had simply refused to give up their special belongings which led to their death. till now, the murderer has not yet been caught, and the case has been dropped. it caused a great burden on the whole of the Hartley family.

after the loss of Atsuko’s grandparents, things became a lot more difficult for her parents; she rarely attended school and helped out in the restaurant instead. because of this, she lacked incredibly with her studies though managed to skate-through quickly. but it didn't help much that her grades were low and she herself wasn't as intelligent as her parents had thought. it shocked her father the most as he had wanted her to grow up with perfect grades in order for her to be successful. so, he decided that it would be best to move to the family. packed up their bags and the three of them left for america.

As soon as Atsuko and her family moved to Silvervale, Louisiana. They moved in with her father's parents and she attended private high school. Her lack of studying from the previous school had caused her a lot of struggle with her classes and now it seems like she rarely puts in any form of effort to achieve high. With encouragement from her parents and grandparents, She worked hard to catch up in school and graduate with high marks. After she graduated high school, She became more independent from her parents. Sure, she would go to her parents and grandparents every once and while if she needed anything she couldn't get herself. But usually, She could afford anything she needed from working in a cafe close to the apartment where she lived.

Habits | Oddities | Quirks;
Tends to bite my lips or chew on something, when I'm lost in thought
Rocking back and forth. I'm not always aware that I'm doing it, it's just a tic. Sometimes it's kind of soothing.
Whistle/Hum interchangeably when amused by something vague/trivial
Either not looking at a person when I am talking/listening or staring them down as I am doing so.
Usually can't remember people names, but remembers their faces so usually gives them nicknames

Hobbies:
Reading books from the library and leaving notes in the books for others
Traveling around the city to try different places to eat
She is a night owl, so she love to party
Dancing

Likes:
Loud music
Chaotic spaces
Baking
Her friends
Being creative
Dancing
All things spicy

Dislikes:
Guys who don't text or call the next day
Early mornings when she hasn't slept at all
People who bully others
Wasting food
Drinks with long names
Horror movies, Which is odd because she likes horror tv shows
Stick-in-the-muds

Misc:
She likes to bake things and leave them in her neighbors mailbox for them to enjoy. She doesn't sign her name though or leave anything that could be said that she made them. She doesn't know if they really eat it, but if they do she hopes they enjoy it.
She has a fear of thunderstorms, usually tries to use music to drown out the sounds of thunder.
She doesn't like to be crowded or in tight dark spaces.

[cerozer0]

@rougeLily Jolie is done~ i'll be sending u a PM soon

Jolie

“ A ꜰɪɴᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀʀʏ ʀᴇᴄʟᴜsᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴀʀꜰᴜʟ ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴛ. Fɪɴᴇʀ sᴛɪʟʟ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴍɪsᴀɴᴛʜʀᴏᴘᴇ. ”
― Dᴇᴀɴ Kᴏᴏɴᴛᴢ

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Jolie Smith, otherwise known under the pen name Chris Steller, is a social enigma. Due to her horrid anxiety disorder and quite severe agoraphobia Jolie rarely has the guts to leave the apartment building, and thus she does not take much care in her appearance. Her dark brown hair rests at about her mid-back and often goes for days without being washed due to Jolie's discomfort in being in the communal bathroom with other people. She prefers it up out of her face when waist deep in deadlines and papers. Even though she is almost afraid of the bathroom, Jolie cannot stand being filthy and often scrubs herself raw when she works herself up to shower so, at the very least, she smells nice.

Despite her general grubbiness from being a recluse, Jolie has rather attractive genes. Her face is long and narrow, almost elegant, topped with a perfectly straight, pointed nose and sharp cheekbones. Dark eyes stand out among thick but straight eyelashes, and due to her workaholic nature, dark circles surround them. A strange gauntness encompasses her due to her forgetfulness, giving her body an almost skeletal look from some angles. Beneath her usual attire of sweats or comfortable jeans or PJs are a few forgotten about tattoos and old, now-healed piercing holes.

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|| ɪɴsɪɢʜᴛꜰᴜʟ || ᴇsᴄᴀᴘɪsᴛ || ᴡɪᴛᴛʏ || ᴀᴘᴀᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ || ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴɪsᴛ || ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ ||

There is always work to be done, chores to be finished, and sleep to be had in the life of Jolie Rose Smith. To call her married to her work would be an understatement; Jolie is not married to writing, she is writing. Her popular books on the psychology of the human mind and the habits those with certain mental illnesses take on are like her children, and she takes years even to ensure they are each perfect in their own right. Jolie is a workaholic, a perfectionist, and always strives to become better in her craft than she has been before.

Her strive for perfection is often halted, however, by her intense agoraphobia. Gained after a bad illness in her youth, Jolie has only been outside a handful of times in the past year and a half. She is technically a recluse, most often sticking to her own apartment thanks to the safety she has found there. This horrible illness, coupled with her extreme introverted nature and blunt way of speaking, often leaves Jolie in a friendless rut which she very much wants to break out of. Though she fears the craziness of the world outside her apartment, she also craves it and wants to be better someday, which is why she often has a therapist visit her at least twice a month.

To those she is close with, Jolie is quiet yet clever. She is quite good at reading into people's expressions and has a strange wittiness about her that stems from her love of writing and reading comedy. Jolie loves listening to others but dislikes talking herself, and she much prefers smaller groups as opposed to crowds. She is most comfortable around her therapy dog Da Vinci, who is often by her side when she is not in the apartment. Despite her easily thinking the worst of any given situation, Jolie wishes for a future in which she can stand on her own without the constant nagging of her own inner monologue, and this is one of the main reasons why she has decided to move into a very communal apartment complex.

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Jolie is a recluse, but she does not have many of the same habits as a recluse. For starters, she is incredibly anal about cleanliness, to that point that she mops and scrubs down her living space every day once she has some free time from her writings. Speaking of, Jolie's work often carries her way into the night. Those outside her bedroom door may be able to hear the frantic typing and hushed mumblings of her insomnia if they are up late enough, and they will most certainly hear her stomping around in the kitchen in the middle of the night if she finds herself caught on a word. Besides that, Jolie has a dog named Da Vinci whom she loves very much, but may ask for help in walking him during hard mental health days.

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Jolie Smith is the eldest of three and the most forgotten about. Born to loving parents in St. Francisville, Lousiana, Jolie grew up surrounded by history and nature. Her family ran a funeral home within the downtown area and was often busy with the affairs of the dead, so Jolie grew up learning about all that made the human body work. This original knowledge eventually spawned a new interest in her: what made the human body tick? This curiosity turned into a journey towards knowledge, but, as most journeys go, a hiccup sort of slowed her momentum.

In her freshman year of high school, Jolie was struck down with the flu. This illness left her bedridden for nearly a full year due to her horrible constitution. This lack of interaction and increased alone time grew from a simple flu into something more, and after healing the first illness she was left with another; anxiety.

This strange anxiety turned into a panic disorder turned into agoraphobia by the time she was a senior in college. She managed to graduate with a bachelors degree in psychology but found her panic disorder scared her away from attending a graduate school. Jolie lived in her parents' house for an extra four years before moving into her own place somewhere off the skirts of New Orleans. She suffered in silence, alone and afraid until her first book on the psychology of repeated habits was published. As it did well, Jolie managed to hire a therapist who was willing to pay her house visits, and she eventually saved up and bought a therapy dog whom she would later name Leonardo Da Vinci Jr.

Her move to Redwood was long and arduous. Fear of sharing a living space nearly pushed her to remain in her small, cluttered, one-bedroom apartment, but help from her therapist and Da Vinci urged her to finally claiming a space within the cute and wonderfully odd apartment complex.

[Ejected]

Intrested in joining, if you're still accepting. I can have a CS up within the next day or so.

[rougeLily]

@rougeLily Jolie is done~ i'll be sending u a PM soon

Jolie

“ A ꜰɪɴᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀʀʏ ʀᴇᴄʟᴜsᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴀʀꜰᴜʟ ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴛ. Fɪɴᴇʀ sᴛɪʟʟ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴍɪsᴀɴᴛʜʀᴏᴘᴇ. ”
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Jolie Smith, otherwise known under the pen name Chris Steller, is a social enigma. Due to her horrid anxiety disorder and quite severe agoraphobia Jolie rarely has the guts to leave the apartment building, and thus she does not take much care in her appearance. Her dark brown hair rests at about her mid-back and often goes for days without being washed due to Jolie's discomfort in being in the communal bathroom with other people. She prefers it up out of her face when waist deep in deadlines and papers. Even though she is almost afraid of the bathroom, Jolie cannot stand being filthy and often scrubs herself raw when she works herself up to shower so, at the very least, she smells nice.

Despite her general grubbiness from being a recluse, Jolie has rather attractive genes. Her face is long and narrow, almost elegant, topped with a perfectly straight, pointed nose and sharp cheekbones. Dark eyes stand out among thick but straight eyelashes, and due to her workaholic nature, dark circles surround them. A strange gauntness encompasses her due to her forgetfulness, giving her body an almost skeletal look from some angles. Beneath her usual attire of sweats or comfortable jeans or PJs are a few forgotten about tattoos and old, now-healed piercing holes.

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There is always work to be done, chores to be finished, and sleep to be had in the life of Jolie Rose Smith. To call her married to her work would be an understatement; Jolie is not married to writing, she is writing. Her popular books on the psychology of the human mind and the habits those with certain mental illnesses take on are like her children, and she takes years even to ensure they are each perfect in their own right. Jolie is a workaholic, a perfectionist, and always strives to become better in her craft than she has been before.

Her strive for perfection is often halted, however, by her intense agoraphobia. Gained after a bad illness in her youth, Jolie has only been outside a handful of times in the past year and a half. She is technically a recluse, most often sticking to her own apartment thanks to the safety she has found there. This horrible illness, coupled with her extreme introverted nature and blunt way of speaking, often leaves Jolie in a friendless rut which she very much wants to break out of. Though she fears the craziness of the world outside her apartment, she also craves it and wants to be better someday, which is why she often has a therapist visit her at least twice a month.

To those she is close with, Jolie is quiet yet clever. She is quite good at reading into people's expressions and has a strange wittiness about her that stems from her love of writing and reading comedy. Jolie loves listening to others but dislikes talking herself, and she much prefers smaller groups as opposed to crowds. She is most comfortable around her therapy dog Da Vinci, who is often by her side when she is not in the apartment. Despite her easily thinking the worst of any given situation, Jolie wishes for a future in which she can stand on her own without the constant nagging of her own inner monologue, and this is one of the main reasons why she has decided to move into a very communal apartment complex.

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Jolie is a recluse, but she does not have many of the same habits as a recluse. For starters, she is incredibly anal about cleanliness, to that point that she mops and scrubs down her living space every day once she has some free time from her writings. Speaking of, Jolie's work often carries her way into the night. Those outside her bedroom door may be able to hear the frantic typing and hushed mumblings of her insomnia if they are up late enough, and they will most certainly hear her stomping around in the kitchen in the middle of the night if she finds herself caught on a word. Besides that, Jolie has a dog named Da Vinci whom she loves very much, but may ask for help in walking him during hard mental health days.

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Jolie Smith is the eldest of three and the most forgotten about. Born to loving parents in St. Francisville, Lousiana, Jolie grew up surrounded by history and nature. Her family ran a funeral home within the downtown area and was often busy with the affairs of the dead, so Jolie grew up learning about all that made the human body work. This original knowledge eventually spawned a new interest in her: what made the human body tick? This curiosity turned into a journey towards knowledge, but, as most journeys go, a hiccup sort of slowed her momentum.

In her freshman year of high school, Jolie was struck down with the flu. This illness left her bedridden for nearly a full year due to her horrible constitution. This lack of interaction and increased alone time grew from a simple flu into something more, and after healing the first illness she was left with another; anxiety.

This strange anxiety turned into a panic disorder turned into agoraphobia by the time she was a senior in college. She managed to graduate with a bachelors degree in psychology but found her panic disorder scared her away from attending a graduate school. Jolie lived in her parents' house for an extra four years before moving into her own place somewhere off the skirts of New Orleans. She suffered in silence, alone and afraid until her first book on the psychology of repeated habits was published. As it did well, Jolie managed to hire a therapist who was willing to pay her house visits, and she eventually saved up and bought a therapy dog whom she would later name Leonardo Da Vinci Jr.

Her move to Redwood was long and arduous. Fear of sharing a living space nearly pushed her to remain in her small, cluttered, one-bedroom apartment, but help from her therapist and Da Vinci urged her to finally claiming a space within the cute and wonderfully odd apartment complex.

@cerozer0

JOLLIE SOUNDS GREAT, she's in! :)

@rougeLily I'll be messaging you in a little bit about the information you had asked for, Just curious did you want us to pick our apartment number or do you pick it for us?

Ay

{"One of the very nicest things about life is the way we must regularly stop whatever it is we are doing and devote our attention to eating. "}

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Name:
Atsuko Mari Hartley
Nickname:
AyEmAitch, Ay, Koko
Date of Birth:
March 26, 1994
Age:
23
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Relationship Status:
Single, Looking to mingle
Occupation:
Cafe Server
Apt Number:
?

Appearance
Atsuko has always been a petite girl ever since she was young. she stands at five foot four inches, and weighs a good one hundred and twenty pounds. if it had not been for her constant dancing and playing sports when she was much younger, then she may have been a little chubby. however, she has managed to maintain her slim and toned build.
Currently, Atsuko's hair is 14 inches long and drops to just below her shoulder blades in a mix of soft curls and waves. after previously experimenting and dying her hair, she prefers to keep it black as she has such a fair complexion. she either styles it in a low ponytails or keeps it out, depending on her mood.
like many other japanese, Atsuko has the typical, dark brown eyes. the lightest her eyes will ever be is in the sun, though she doesn't think much about the color as it's boring. she's always envied those with hazel eyes. her lips, however, are naturally a dark pink/red color and tend to stand out more usual.
Atsuko does not have either any tattoos or piercings, other than the two in her ears - which she tends to accessorizes with cute earrings. her usual clothing attire consists of mainly light colors such as baby blue, white, pink and light red. she tends to wear cute outfits, also depending on her mood if she feels like it.​

Personality:
Atsuko is a smart, care-free and down to earth girl. she has a soft and warm exterior. however, she can can be very friendly or snarky when she chooses to, but usually that depends on what mood she's in. she can be very closed up at times as she tries her best to not let anyone besides her best friends get close to her to keep herself from getting hurt emotionally and physically. at times she has this energy inside her that oftentimes thrusts her into the spotlight - but that isn't always where she wants to be; she would rather prefer to stay low-key.

Luckily, Atsuko knows how to relax, and is perfectly capable of switching from a passionate, driven idealist to that imaginative and enthusiastic free spirit on the dance floor, often with a suddenness that can surprise even her closest friends. being in the mix also gives her a chance to connect emotionally with others as she believes everyone should take time to recognize and express their feelings. however, she needs to be quite cautious. if she relies too much on her intuition, assume, or anticipate too much about a friend's thoughts, she can misread the signals and frustrate plans that a more straightforward approach would have made simple.

But everyone also has their bad side. when in an emotional wreck, Atsuko can become very reckless; not considering anyone's thoughts and feelings. the first thing on her mind will be spoken, no matter how bad it is. once she's let it all out, she'll resort to blocking herself from everyone and reality. give her a couple days and she'll be back to normal.​

History:
Atsuko Mari Hartley was born in Urawa, Japan on the twenty-sixth of March to a lovely young couple, Minami Watanabe and Leonard Hartley. They had met, when her father Leonard Hartley came to Japan to study japanese cuisine and hard started working at her mother Minami Watanabe's family restaurant, They soon fell in love with each other and married. They took over Minami's family restaurant and worked hard to raise money for their small family. Though as Atsuko grew up, she stayed with her mother's parents most of time due to her parents being too busy running the restaurant to earn money; they looked after her well and treated her as if she was their daughter too. however, at the age of nine years old, they both passed away due to a random attack from a stranger in the middle of the streets. the two had simply refused to give up their special belongings which led to their death. till now, the murderer has not yet been caught, and the case has been dropped. it caused a great burden on the whole of the Hartley family.

after the loss of Atsuko’s grandparents, things became a lot more difficult for her parents; she rarely attended school and helped out in the restaurant instead. because of this, she lacked incredibly with her studies though managed to skate-through quickly. but it didn't help much that her grades were low and she herself wasn't as intelligent as her parents had thought. it shocked her father the most as he had wanted her to grow up with perfect grades in order for her to be successful. so, he decided that it would be best to move to the family. packed up their bags and the three of them left for america.

As soon as Atsuko and her family moved to Silvervale, Louisiana. They moved in with her father's parents and she attended private high school. Her lack of studying from the previous school had caused her a lot of struggle with her classes and now it seems like she rarely puts in any form of effort to achieve high. With encouragement from her parents and grandparents, She worked hard to catch up in school and graduate with high marks. After she graduated high school, She became more independent from her parents. Sure, she would go to her parents and grandparents every once and while if she needed anything she couldn't get herself. But usually, She could afford anything she needed from working in a cafe close to the apartment where she lived.

Habits | Oddities | Quirks;
Tends to bite my lips or chew on something, when I'm lost in thought
Rocking back and forth. I'm not always aware that I'm doing it, it's just a tic. Sometimes it's kind of soothing.
Whistle/Hum interchangeably when amused by something vague/trivial
Either not looking at a person when I am talking/listening or staring them down as I am doing so.
Usually can't remember people names, but remembers their faces so usually gives them nicknames

Hobbies:
Reading books from the library and leaving notes in the books for others
Traveling around the city to try different places to eat
She is a night owl, so she love to party
Dancing

Likes:
Loud music
Chaotic spaces
Baking
Her friends
Being creative
Dancing
All things spicy

Dislikes:
Guys who don't text or call the next day
Early mornings when she hasn't slept at all
People who bully others
Wasting food
Drinks with long names
Horror movies, Which is odd because she likes horror tv shows
Stick-in-the-muds

Misc:
She likes to bake things and leave them in her neighbors mailbox for them to enjoy. She doesn't sign her name though or leave anything that could be said that she made them. She doesn't know if they really eat it, but if they do she hopes they enjoy it.
She has a fear of thunderstorms, usually tries to use music to drown out the sounds of thunder.
She doesn't like to be crowded or in tight dark spaces.

@Lady Ostara

oh my god, she's adorablee :3

I'll be picking the rooms for the characters :)

Wooop it’s up! CS is a wip

WIP: Victoria Bouvelard

Appearance | Large Image Warning

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@Harlequ

Looking forward to it :)

Intrested in joining, if you're still accepting. I can have a CS up within the next day or so.

@Ejected

YUP, still open for applications :D

[rougeLily]

ALSO, @Harlequ @Lady Ostara @cerozer0
I forgot to add this to the cs beforehand (sorry :'>), so please include them on your cs:

Time of occupancy in Redwoods: (no longer than 5 months)
*below the sexual/romantic orientation

THANK YOU :D

[cerozer0]

@rougeLily i will def add that when i can hit up my laptop tomorrow but to let u know rn jolie has probably been around for 3 months

[coughsyrup]

I'll probs go for a free spirited, history professor. Not sure yet.

[Akayaofthemoon]

Hey @rougeLily,

I was more or less stalking the interest check. Debating on joining or not since slice of life is out of my norm but this seemed too adorable and fun not to try. I will work on a character and see if I can get in if spots aren’t filled. If they are filled or I’m not chosen then I wish you guys luck! Maybe I will stick around as a reader if it comes to it ^-^

[rougeLily]

Hey @rougeLily,

I was more or less stalking the interest check. Debating on joining or not since slice of life is out of my norm but this seemed too adorable and fun not to try. I will work on a character and see if I can get in if spots aren’t filled. If they are filled or I’m not chosen then I wish you guys luck! Maybe I will stick around as a reader if it comes to it ^-^

@Akayaofthemoon

D'aww thank you and SURE THING, I think there are still plenty of spots left (13 as of this post) :3 Looking forward to your character :D

I'll probs go for a free spirited, history professor. Not sure yet.

@coughsyrup

Go 4 it, kween!

[coughsyrup]

@rougeLily Whooo WIP so far. Just put em up here for text color/fc reservations :>

Mr. Jo

"character quote"

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Name: Josiah Cassidy Marshall

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Occupation: Historian/ Professor at Silvervale University

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Demisexual

Time of occupancy in Redwoods: Three and a half months

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Appearance:

At first impressions Josiah is man bearing a somewhat firm and elegant aura yet past that, you see an easy going and carefree fellow. He stands about 6'3, and a body excellently sculpted, dabbled with some body art here and there, which shows how much he disciplined and care for his physical fitness. Appearance wise, Josiah is quite charming. His long dark hair meticulously cared for, his facial structure though sharp and fierce, would always have a kindly and approachable look mostly attributed by his striking dark eyes and boyish smile.

Jo usually prefers wearing smart casual outfits; generally consisting of simple buttoned ups shirts, plain or printed and sleeves usually rolled up to his elbows. His shirts are neatly tucked into his khaki trousers and suspenders. As for footwear, he has a preference for branded loafers. At home he puts little effort in what he wears, and is usually seen in tank tops or tight fitted t-shirts, and at times over gray sweaters, and a pair of tracksuit bottoms and white sneakers.

Personality:

Amiable | Carefree | Oblivious | Intelligent

Josiah is a rather interesting fellow. He has the look of a classic man's man, someone who takes time and effort in building his life and career in the rather quaint little town of Silvervale. The way he walks and talks, shows a man of pure refinement and cultivation. Though Jo may seem like a bland and serious person, his personality would betray him otherwise and people are instead introduced to a warm, jovial, maverick of a man. He's the type who can make good company out of strangers, and they usually see him as an approachable and open fellow. His carefree and curious character even for his age, had developed him a fondness for adventures and so he's more at his element when outside his home, visiting shops, local landmarks and jogging across town early in the morning.

Although Jo is a good humoured man in terms of socialisation, he is rather slow at getting certain social cues and at time's he would miss a few points or advances particularly in the romantic department. By nature he can be quite insensitive, that he has a hard time acknowledging people's feelings or anything relating to that matter and would rather see things in a logical point of view. Some people can't stand that part of his attitude as he may come off quite unintentionally rude. So Jo makes a habit of apologising if he ever thinks he's being callous.

Habits:

Jo fancies himself a collector, many of which are plants and bonsai trees of various genus. He'd horde most of them in one corner of the apartment, but are mostly scattered around the place. He gives a strict and considerable amount of effort in caring for his plants, and would be normally seen in his spare afternoons grooming them. That is to say Josiah likes to keep too many things in his possession and has a tendency to hoard them. On lazy evenings he'd meet up with friends at the Hole, or Cauldron and on weekends he'd just stay at home, tend to his plants, doing lesson plans and help around the apartment. Aside from that he'd visit coffee shops or libraries to study, or kill time. He's also a regular at the local bar strip so people there most likely always recognize him.

Background:

Josiah is a native of Colorado, and spent most of his life growing up in a small town in Denver. Although he was a bright kid who always kept his grades just above average, Jo led a rowdy, easy going life during his younger years, unpertrubed by any type of responsibility. Like some kids his age he had a fascination for ancient history, from dinasours to the rise and fall holy roman empire. Jo never missed out on anything that needs to be learned about it, from reading in his little corner of the school library to watching rental shows or documentaries. But by his teens, his smartness alone didnt save him from school. At one point he got expelled for selling marijuana in the school grounds, added to his inactivity to attend classes. His parents were distraught by the news and his father, a strict and cold man, ultimately pulled him out of schooling and instead made him work on the family's trucking business.

During that time Jo was dating his long time girlfriend since middle school, Tanya Rodriguez. After the incident, at seventeen they ran away together which Jo fondly remembers as a peaceful drive under the sunset that summer of 1997, Gin Blossoms tuned in on his dad's 1994 Wrangler S. But their romantic big city dream proved to be too much of a responsibility after they had a child together, a daughter they named Sadie. Months later Tanya eventually decided to come back home for their child's sake adding to the issue that Josiah almost never come home. He was so invested with his work, peers and studies that he barely gave any attention to Tanya and Sadie. Jo however stayed and made a life for himself, and with diligence and luck he managed to finish his studies on his own.

Years later he reconnected with Tanya and their daughter who was now 12 at that time. Tanya had long since remarried, but Jo has always stayed for Sadie from then on out. After finishing his masters he worked as a history consultant, a researcher and a writer, and fresh off from PhD he started working as an instructor in prominent Universities.

Josiah moved to Silvervale just a few months ago, aside from work reasons he was interested in the history and culture of the town, which he hoped he'll find time to know more about.

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Extra:
- Family:
<sub>Tanya Rodriguez-Benson, 37 |
Long time higschool sweetheart and ex girlfriend. Though their relationship soured after Sadie was born, Josiah and Tanya ended up being good friends since their recconection. He considers her his "first and last, probably his only one so far." which they would joke about it at times.

Sadie Coleen Rodriguez Marshall, 20|
Smart, spunky and ever so sweet and loving daughter. Sadie first consciously met Josiah at 12. They shared a lighthearted and supportive relationship. Most of the time Sadie would take a few hours drive to visit her dad in his apartment in Redwood, just to check on him or bring him over some Chinese food. She studies at Texas State.</sub>

- Spends his free early mornings jogging around the town.
- He likes his coffee black and strong.
- Drives a classic 1990 Infiniti Q45
- Is a lightweight drinker, is good at being inconspicuous about it.
- Collects plants/bonsai trees. His apartment would slightly resemble an interior version of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon

[Akayaofthemoon]

@rougeLily

Yay! That is great to hear!!!

[Akayaofthemoon]

"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass...It's about learning to dance in the rain"

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~ General Information ~
|| ASH || 30 || Female || Photographer/Painter || Bisexual
- Time Spent at Redwood: 1 month

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~ Appearance ~
Cerulean eyes stared intensely at the canvas before her as hands steadily glided the brush along to add the fine last minute details to the painting, losing their normal clumsiness due to her focus. Upbeat music rang out through her headphones, wrapping her in her own world as she set out to finish the piece with no interruptions. She gently nodded her head to the beat making sure not to go too crazy since it was very likely something would go wrong if she did. Copper hair spilled into her vision, a quick puff of air from her lips doing nothing to sway the locks from their current position which caused a sigh of frustration from the petite 5'10 woman as she should have known better than to leave it free-flowing. The brush was set aside next to the easel as to deal with the layered shoulder length mess that should have been handled from the beginning. She moved over to the small workbench covered in a variety of supplies and cubbies, snagging one of the hair clips snugly gripping onto the edge of the wooden table before pushing her hair back to secure it. It went completely unnoticed to her that bright green paint was now smeared not only in her hair but across the porcelain skin of her forehead. She took a moment to appreciate the masterpiece she had made with her own two hands and though she wanted to continue, she decided to take the hair incident as a sign and quickly wiped the paintbrush onto her apron being careful to avoid her bluejeans in the process. The brush dipped into a dab of black paint on her pallet, the letters ASH being placed into the dry corner to mark it as her own.

Full rose-colored lips curved into a dazzling smile that lit up the delicate features of her face, earbuds were yanked out and the apron quickly discarded on its hook that hung on the back of her bedroom door. Aria moved to open the door handle, thinking of grabbing a cup of tea and relaxing with a good book when the paint on her hands caught her attention. That wasn't good, the last thing she needed was to track paint everywhere...again...and with that in mind, Aria carefully took her clean fingers to open the door and headed to the community bathroom since she would probably need a mirror if her hands were anything to go by. She made her way out of the apartment and over to the only door not clearly marked with room numbers/letters, giving a light knock before trying the handle and making her way in when no response was to be found. It took no time for her to head over to the sink as she set to work to remove the paint. Aria flicked her fingers into the sink, slightly attempting to dry them and her eyes flicked up from under long dark lashes to the mirror before taking in her appearance. The splash of color on her forehead made her chuckle and roll her eyes at her own blunder since it trailed perfectly into her hair which meant a shower later whether she had planned to or not. A quick wipe removed at least the traces of it on her skin though she tilted her head to make sure she hadn't missed any. The rounded cheeks and button nose had been spared the paints wrath and nothing along the small jawline or chin. She nodded in satisfaction, no paint appearing on her baggy black shirt or secretly hiding anywhere else as far as she could tell.

This is how she preferred to look, no make-up or fancy frills and just a casual comfort. Aria, of course, knew how to doll up and wow but she liked to reserve those times for special occasions or when she wanted to impress. There was no point in doing so normally when it might be unexpectedly covered in paint or even dirt if she was laying down with her camera to catch that perfect shot. In her eyes, it didn't matter much on looks as to her, it was personality and the inside that counted. You could look amazing but if the inside doesn't reflect the outside then what was the point? She shook her head, pushing those thoughts away as a cup of tea was calling and if she was lucky, maybe a good book or a nice conversation with roommates if they caught her out and about in the living area. With that, she made her way out of the bathroom, closing the door softly behind her.

~ Personality ~
|| Carefree || Adventurous || Clumsy || Oraginized-Mess || Outspoken ||

Aria is a kindhearted, outspoken, optimistic woman that marches to the beat of her own drum and isn't afraid to do so. She believes in being herself even if people's opinion of her might not be a good one because of it. She wants people who like her for the way she is and doesn't feel like anyone should make you change who you are meant to be. The ones that know her are very aware of how stubborn she can be when her mind is set on something and she won't let anyone get in her if she believes it is right or will help someone in need. She always tries to find the good in everyone which sometimes can get her into trouble. This isn't to say she is naive and won't give her trust to anyone but she wants to understand what they think and why they do what they do. If you do earn her trust and friendship than you will never meet anyone more caring and open.

Aria will always tell you what she thinks and not exactly what you would like to hear. She doesn't do this to be mean or cruel but because she knows nothing good ever comes from a lie. In some ways, Aria can be very mature and in others, she acts kind of childish but she knows how and when to be serious even though she would rather not be. It is much or fun to be laughing and smiling than having to be serious or straight-faced.

~ Habits ~
Aria, though skilled with a paintbrush or camera is completely clumsy when it comes to other aspects of her life. The reason for this is that she is unfocused as her mind races to the next best idea. It is a lot more helpful then you would think for creativity but not so much for other things. She means well but when you have burnt food because she forgot it was left in the oven then it becomes a problem or hazard. Let's not count the times she has hurt herself be dropping or tripping over items. This, of course, is not her only quirk as if she is shy, embarrassed or intently thinking, you can often find her biting her lip or playing with the tips of her hair. She has been found more then once, humming or singing if she is in a good mood or if she is in the shower. There are probably many more but those are at least the obvious one or at least what has been pointed out.

~ Background ~
Aria's life had been simple till that night. She went to local schools through her young life and got good grades. She had done a few stupid things as most teens do while they learn themselves and try out the new but nothing too extreme. Her parents were always patient and kind even with her blunders, it probably came naturally to them as they were both teachers. It had been the reason for their meeting and the start of a loving relationship. Aria might be a bit bias but she had never seen a pair more in love. No one would have thought they would have the fate they did.

They had all been out to the movies, heading home with excited talk of what they had all seen together. It was just a split second. A screech of tires, the justling, cries, pain, and the darkness fading in. Aria's head felt heavy, a ringing in her ears and an unfocused gaze when her eyes opened to the harsh light that just made her want to close them again. The air smelled sterile, the bed though somewhat comfy was not her own and the clothes felt strange as it took her fogged brain a moment to take in that she was in a hospital bed. What happened? She didn't know. Why were her parents not waiting next to her? Was it past visiting hours? Were they hurt too? Panic flooded in, the sound of screeching tires stuck on her mind and she went to stand though she found her muscles weak and some of her limbs broken. A nurse rushed to her side, placing her back into the bed as she called for a doctor though Aria could only feel frustrated with the action. She didn't want a doctor. She wanted to see her parents and know if they were okay. They had waited on her, making sure she was comfortable now that she was awake. It had come to her knowledge that she had been out of it for a small amount of time. Her parents, that had been her first and only question. It had been like the world stopped when she found out she had survived alone. She didn't get a chance to say goodbye or even see it coming. Never again would she see them smile or do something to make her roll her eyes or pout in protest. Never would she hear their voices or do something to make them laugh. They wouldn't see her graduate. They wouldn't be there for her future as she had always imagined.

Aria sucked in a breath she didn't know she had been holding and cried. No shame in who saw or heard her agony as her tears poured down her face. She felt utterly alone. The only one left was a distant relative she had never heard of, in a place far from home. Silvervale wasn't all bad but it wasn't home. She finished up her last few months in homeschooling. She knew it was hard to be around her as she seemed to be walking corpse. She had gone to counseling and it had helped her see the possibilities and positives in her life. It dulled the pain a little and it was suggested that she try something creative to escape too. She had found that in photography. She captured beautiful scenes or shared moments of others. She would make up stories about her unknown muses. It wasn't long before no only did she want to just capture but create. She switched her focus of being a teacher like her parents before her and started down the path of photography and art. It had finally brought a bit of joy and she wanted to share it with everyone. She wanted to be a great artist and it gave her a passion to focus on.

Out of college, she slowly built a name for herself under the name ASH as she wasn't one to like attention or didn't know how to deal with it without being a stuttering mess. Aria found herself never sticking to one place long but Silvervale was the place she always came back to as it now was more home to her than anywhere else she roamed. It was why she had chosen Redwood as she needed to be one her own two feet quickly as a hotel didn't sound pleasant and she didn't want to burden anyone.

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~ Extra ~
- Has a tattoo on her wrist of two small crows flying which she got for her parents
- Has light scars littered in random spots due to the car crash which she is actually a bit self-conscious about
- Has a slight fear of cars and is more up for walking if possible
- She knows how to play the piano but does not do so often
- Loves the rain and thunderstorms
- Doesn't really like the darkness which is why she has a digital clock on her nightstand to have a bit of light
- Loves sweets which is surprising with how small she is. She does like to do some running here and there but she still doesn't know where she puts it

[murdoc]

Working on a character. ;D

[Akayaofthemoon]

@rougeLily

The complete profile above! Please let me know if I need to add or change anything. It is late so I might have missed something. ^-^

[marigoldie]

Is there room for me to join? This looks super cute!