[OOC] The Curse of Sonina

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[Otterpop]

Sonina, Russia - A small and rural town where the people live in complete normalcy, nothing out of the ordinary seems to happen here. However just like with any small town, once you begin to take a closer look things seem not so...normal. Sonina has an odd history of disappearances, children and adults going missing without a single clue left behind. Many locals refuse to speak about them, children sing strange songs while playing and there always seems to be a thick fog lingering in the forest surrounding Sonina.

Within recent years a University was built and opened just outside of Sonina, as such more traffic has been seen within the small town due to it being the closest. It is obvious that the locals are unhappy about the newcomers, they claim that the peaceful lifestyle that they have worked so hard for will be broken. They scream and rant about how "The Shadows" will begin hunting again, that Sonina's Curse will take hold of everyone and everything.

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This is the basic Idea of my roleplay - A bunch of college kids find out that there's more to Sonina than meets the eye. Whether its through some paranormal experience or encountering a seemingly unreal creature, the students begin to see things within their school and Sonina that weren't previously there. When students begin disappearing they feel compelled to try and figure out what in the world "The Curse of Sonina" really is.



1. You are not limited to playing a simple college student, you are free to play anyone who isn't a local to Sonina. This includes students from surrounding towns, students from other countries, teachers, reporters, paranormal investigators, ECT.
2. Not everyone has to be Russian, you can be literally from anywhere, this story simply takes place in Russia. Though do be aware that the residents of Sonina speak Russian and mixed English.
3. I want animated pictures, illustrations might be accepted as well depending on how they look. Be aware that pictures should make your characters personality and the time in which this roleplay takes place, which is Modern.
4. This is a mature roleplay and mature topics may be discussed. Drugs, Alcohol, Violence and other things will/may be brought up so if you are uncomfortable or hate any of these things than this roleplay may not be for you.
5. Every character will have a paranormal encounter with a ghost/entity while at the University, depending on what they encounter will determine how they will begin to see the world around them. A more severe experience will cause someone to see ghosts hiding in the shadows, dark creatures lurking in the tree's and so forth. I will allow everyone to choose what kind of experience they have, though not everyone can realistically have bad encounters.
6. I want an array of characters, male and female, some edgy and some not, preps, nerds, bookworms, teachers pets, jocks, frat boys. Be creative! Why did they choose this University? If they are abroad than why?

CS

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO HAVE THIS EXACT FORMAT, AT LONG AS ALL THE INFORMATION BELOW IS INCLUDED IT CAN LOOK HOWEVER. IF YOU WOULD LIKE AN EXAMPLE CS I HAVE A WIP (may be finished, dunno yet) IN THE CHARACTER TAB.

【 NAME 】
First and Last

【 AGE 】
20+

【 GENDER 】
Self-Explanatory

【 SEXUAL ORIENTATION 】
Self-Explanatory

【 OCCUPATION 】
Student, Teacher, ECT. If they are a student or teacher please include their major/class they teach.

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【 PERSONALITY 】
You can either list a few personality traits (3 negative, 3 positive), or you can write out a paragraph. Hey, you can even do both if you wanna, I won't stop you.

【 SKILLS 】
List five things that your character is good at.
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【 PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE 】
What was it that your character saw/felt/heard? This is something that all characters will face - though in various ways. One may be more severe than the next, please don't all get assaulted by a ghost because that's just no fun.

【 BIOGRAPHY 】
This is pretty simple - explain your characters life up until now. I would like at least one paragraph please, more is welcomed. If you plan on writing quite a bit please use a hider.

[Inertia]

Here's my CS, do tell me if you find any issues that I can append/change.

Jason Pierce

【 NAME 】
Jason Pierce

【 AGE 】
21

【 GENDER】
Male

【 SEXUAL ORIENTATION 】
Demisexual

【 OCCUPATION 】
Student at a nearby university - Engineering Major

【 PERSONALITY 】
♦ Kind ♦ Headstrong ♦ Perseverance ♦ Withdrawn ♦ Empathetic ♦ Unforgiving

Jason is not one to back down from confrontation. When he makes up his mind, it is very difficult to get him to change it; usually butting heads with others who do. Aside from that he keeps to himself, leaving others alone as long as they don't bother him. This has earned him the reputation of being aloof and 'hard to talk to' amongst his peers. Most of the time he's alone, not that he makes an effort to change it, finding solace in loneliness.

Though it's rare, there are embers of kindness that shine through. Despite usually being avoided, he helps others out if they ask for it, even if the 'ask' is a pain. Even sometimes going out of his way to do so. When asked about this he usually says something along the lines of helping out when you can.

In spite of this, he still was labeled a delinquent. Though he himself doesn't look for trouble it somehow, almost always, gravitates towards him. The rumour stem from the the time he came to class covered in gauze and bruises. Said rumour has spread and morphed into something drastically different from the truth. He really didn't care to correct them, partly due to indifference and partly due to no one bothering to ask him what actually happened.

Finally, Jason is very persistent. Despite not being the most studious around, landing a bit below average school rankings, he worked his way up. Many hours were spent on his desk at home, just pouring over the notes continuously until he understood. His ranking climbed steadily from one exam to the next, eventually landing him within the top 15 of the school rankings. Due to this many of his peers believe him to be somehow cheating or threatening his way to the top, when it couldn't be further from the truth.

【 SKILLS 】
. Tinkering
. Studying
. Brawling
. Cooking
. Free-Running

【 PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE 】
Jason was on his way to the library to do some late-night research for his project. The air felt inhospitably cold and foreboding that night. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching him as he eyed the dark treeline. He chalked it up to his anxiety shooting through the roof due to the project deadline.

The sidewalk lamps began erratically flickering, with each flicker lasting longer than the last. Suddenly he felt something hard 'grab' at his shoulder, the force almost yanking him off his feet. He turned and found nothing there but he definitely felt something having a death grip on his shoulder. His face scrunched in pain as he tried to shake off whatever was pulling him but it didn't work. A black cat jumped out of the hedges, it was the the cat he saved- furball. She hissed, with a previously unseen ferocity, at the empty air behind him. The grip became lax and with a hard shake managed to break free from it. Without a second thought he scooped up the still angry cat and sprinted in the direction of his house.

The rest of the night was a blur but he eventually woke up in his bed. He thought it a silly, vivid nightmare until he found furball was asleep next to him. That and the fact that he had a purple, grip-like bruise on his right shoulder.

【 BIOGRAPHY 】
Since his teenage years he found it fruitless to make friends. His parents frequently moved from country to country, jumping from one job to another. The friends he made in one school were forgotten by the third school. He realized quick that he'd rather save himself the heart-ache and avoided forming close relationships. This caused him to stand out, especially during his teenage years, as the 'loner'. He always stood up for himself, even getting into a few fights here and there when neither side wouldn't back down. Almost every school he attended, had the same type of group who would try and pick on him. Almost every time they would be the ones on the floor. The punishments didn't matter much as he would usually already be moving away.

It wasn't until he had received a scholarship from a Russian university that he would be able to stay in one place. His parents were elated, they let him use a vacation home their grandparents owned in Russia. Despite the opportunity of once again being able to form stable relationships, he opted out of doing so. The years of being by himself were bittersweet and he didn't mind being by his lonesome. Of course he would make a few acquaintances or loose friends here and there in the university. Luckily in this university most of his peers opted to leave him alone or just ask him for the odd favour or two.

His infamous reputation began when walking home on a rainy day. A group of young adults were chuckling among themselves. On closer inspection they were punting a small kitten around. The soft, terrified mews of the kitten spurred him into action. Without hesitation he began yelling at them. They laughed and spat at him and before he knew it he had retracted his umbrella and was getting ready for another fight. The brawl didn't take long, before they knew it they were sprawled across the wet concrete floor. Though he suffered a few bruises and cuts, it wasn't much. He sat on one of the delinquents that spat on him as he checked the kitten for injuries.

He took the kitten home and nursed it back to health. After a few weeks he set the cat back outside. It now frequently visits him at his doorstep, begging for food or cuddles. Jason indulged the little furball as much as he could.

[Otterpop]

@Inertia - I really like him! Go ahead and slap him into the Character tab :3

[Zoey Boey]

I will be getting a character up today or tomorrow :)

[Sonnenschein]

Will make a character tomorrow.

[Kautalya]

I’ll have my character up tomorrow as well!

[Zoey Boey]

let me know if i need to change or add anything

Emiliya Elembayev

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【 NAME 】
Emiliya "Emily" Elembayaev

【 AGE 】
21

【 GENDER 】
Female

【 SEXUAL ORIENTATION 】
Homosexual

【 OCCUPATION 】
Student, Forensic Science, Business

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【 PERSONALITY 】

Ambitious, Volatile, Confident, Egotistical, Attentive, Obsessive.

Emilia Elembayev does not consider herself a violent person. But she has an odd fascination with the macabre, one that goes beyond what others may consider healthy. Doesn't everyone have urges to inflict pain on others and find out what makes things tick? These urges have remained hidden throughout her life. Emily is used to keeping her truest self locked away from others.

This small, dark core is buried. She has built an identity for herself despite earlier troubles. Emily is a confident, ambitious, intelligent woman that is quick to make an impression on those she meets. Manipulative is one word for her, though she prefers to call herself socially effecient. Besides, manipulative has a negative connotation that Emilia believes is unwarranted. She does not exhibit a dislike for her fellow humans, she finds them fascinating and interesting and wants them to like her. Who doesn't want to be liked? Emilia is protective of her public image and wants to be respected and appreciated.

Emiliya is a confident, self-assured woman, but when her ego or image is threatened she gets angry. Immediately she will try to put the threat down in a cruel verbal takedown. If this fails she will flounder and retreat, but if somehow this is prevented she can become potentially violent. While this anger can come quickly it doesn't subside nearly as fast, and Emiliya holds a vindictive grudge against those who cross her.

Emiliya can also become fixated on certain things to an obsessive degree. Whether it be winning the affections of someone, destroying her enemies, or seeing where a street cat meanders off too. While she is an astute observer of the environment around her, every once in a while particular thing will capture her attention and she will have the desire to fully explore or possess it.

This all being said, most people will never know the extent of Emily's many quirks. Most of the time she is a amiable, assertive, and maybe a little too mean sometimes college student.

【 SKILLS 】

. First Aid, Human Anatomy
. Investigation and Perception
. Lying and Detecting Lies
. Charisma
. Creative Fiction

【 PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE 】

A few weeks ago she was walking to her dorm when something caught her eye. A person was standing perfectly still, holding something behind their back and faciing Emiliya, though she couldn't tell if he was looking at her or not. There was an itch on the back of her neck and immediately Emiliya knew that this curious person would be the focus of her attention for a while. She sat down and pretended to text on her phone while stealthily sneaking peaks at the statue-esque man. He didn't move for five minutes, and no other students were around. Eventually she got up and began to walk over to him only for him to finally begin moving. With stilted strides he turned around. He was still obscuring the thing he was holding, having moved it to his front. That was annoying.

Eventually he turned a corner down an alleyway. After a few seconds Emiliya summoned her courage and the itch drove her forward. Turning the corner to a dead end alleyway, the man had vanished entirely. Only there was evidence to his existence, something that still gives Emiliya wonderous chills to this day. An ornate lockbox...floating five feet in the air, perfectly still. Emiliya cautiously, painfully slowly approached and plucked the thing out of the air. It was gold and obsidian, and she couldn't open it. It weighed practically nothing. With no sign of the stranger she stuffed the thing away in her backpack and hurried home. The lockbox still sits in a drawer in her dormitory. Quite often she returns to it and wonders if she should break it open, but something tells her she shouldn't.

【 BIOGRAPHY 】

Emiliya used to pick on small animals as a child. She enjoyed scaring them or throwing rocks at them or kicking them. It made her feel strong and superior and she liked seeing the different ways they all reacted to something so incomprehensible. The way a squirrel chittered and flailed after getting hit by a rock. The way a hill of ants went into a panicked frenzy as an uncaring goddess squashed them because she could. This all culminated in her capture and killing of a muskrat as she experimented on it. Guilt punctured her fun though, and the eight year old didn't do something like that again.

She never liked her parents. Or maybe they never liked her. From Emiliya's perspective it didn't matter. Growing up in a small town in Russia, she felt trapped. Her mother and father were boring and dull and religious. Her mother was a spineless, cowardly drunk and her father was an angry, thick-headed pig. They stewed in their own failures. Worst of all, they liked her older sister better. Pined over her. She was so talented, funny, confident. Well behaved. She wasn't odd, quiet, and turbulent like Emiliya. Her older sister would save them all. They would live vicariously through her success. That didn't matter. Emiliya played the part until she turned 17. School was her only solace. There her talents were recognized. There she could gain the respect of her teachers and peers. Her older sister was too old to be in her schools so she could exist outside of her shadow. Academic success came easy, and so did the admiration of her peers. Though every once in a while they spurred her by mentioning how famous her up and coming celebrity-singer of a sister was...But they learned that she could make them feel worse about themselves. So they stopped. One night she quietly announced her departure, and perhaps her parents didn't think she was serious. Perhaps they didn't hear her, or it didn't recognize in their minds until she was gone. That night she vanished from the lives of those who had raised her. They didn't matter. She had scholarships, and marketable skills. She would forge her own path. Her academic credentials alone were enough to get her inside. Eventually the name on those scholarships- Andrea Totsky- the little weakling- would be forgotten. She would say she went by Emily. Two years later and no one calls her Andrea. She is Emiliya, a new woman. Socialite, scientist, do-gooder.

As far as the people of Sonina knew, Emiliya was a native. Infact she came from a town not too far from Sonina that was even more backwater than this one. Still she picked up on the traditions of Sonina quickly to ingratiate herself, and the surreal charm of the town has her enraptured. This is a place full of discovery, something brimming just beneath the surface. A small town, yes, perhaps nothing more than a launching point of her upcoming long and bountiful career. But an interesting launching point at that. One that demands to be explored and conquered. An interesting town with an interesting people. The Shadows...fascinating. Emiliya has never been a believer in the supernatural before, but she finds herself more and more convinced by the day. The aura of this town is infectious. Sonina. Her adopted hometown.

[Otterpop]

@Zoey Boey - Accepted!

[Always]

I will be making a character sheet in the next few days. :)

[Scribe of Thoth]

Leo Gremminger (Currently Looking For A Way To Shamelessly Change His Name To DaVinci)

【 NAME 】
Leo Gremminger

【 AGE 】
21

【 GENDER 】
Male

【 SEXUAL ORIENTATION 】
Homosexual

【 OCCUPATION 】
Student Abroad - Finance Major

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【 PERSONALITY 】
Friendly ⚜ Inattentive ⚜ Artistic ⚜ Naive ⚜ Confident ⚜ Egocentric

Leo generally maintains a sunny and affable demeanor to those around him, though extended conversation can quickly reveal traces of typical upper-class personality flaws and general obliviousness to how the world works. He's nice, though not exactly empathetic, but it's usually evident that he wants himself and his interests to be at the forefront of everyone's mind at all times. This isn't deliberate selfishness or condescension on his part, and he rarely realizes he's actually being rude. Likewise, this naiveté can make him come off as very inattentive or careless, especially when coupled with his tendency to be astoundingly unobservant of his surroundings. Unless he's actively focusing on or interested in something, it may as well not even exist to Leo; likely a consequence of him being fairly nearsighted yet rarely deigning to wear glasses.

Leo also comes off as a bit of an eccentric in regards to his main hobby - namely painting. While Leo sees art as a leisure activity rather than a career, he aspires to master the craft nonetheless, whatever that means. He's constantly hoping for muses to catch his attention; be it scenic views, aesthetic people, or interesting concepts, and he has no problem pestering people that he's formed even the bare minimum of a relationship with to help him seek them out.

【 SKILLS 】
⚜ Painting ⚜
⚜ Languages - He's fluent in three and getting there in Russian. ⚜
⚜ Distance Running ⚜
⚜ Visual Memory (When actually paying attention) ⚜
⚜ Managing Money - He's surprisingly thrifty given his upbringing. ⚜

【 PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE 】
Leo was wandering the town after dark aimlessly, gradually making his way back to his dorm in a roundabout fashion. He turned down a side street in the rough direction of his destination with little regard for what he was passing, emerging on another wide street after rounding a second corner. It was weirdly populated for this time of night, but Leo didn’t pay it much mind. After a short while, it became evident even to the inattentive young man that he was... backtracking in the exact way he came? No, that couldn’t be right, he surely would’ve noticed if he’d gone in a circle; the architecture here just looked similar, is all.

Leo finally took out his phone to look up directions, only to find he wasn’t getting service. How backwoods was this place? In a rare moment of lucidity, he glanced around for a street sign or notable landmark. He knew the university was in this direction, and he had to be getting close. At that point, he finally took in the people around him. They all looked alike. Not even possibly-inbred-small-town alike, like, eerily similar. Same exact outfit. Same walking speed. Same height. Same fac- Wait. He squinted at the nearest passerby as if to confirm he wasn’t crazy. The guy had no face. None of them had faces; it was just a blank expanse of skin. And worse, now that Leo had noticed them, it felt like they had noticed him too.

At this point, his mind blanked and he acted on panic; turning on a heel and powerwalking back the way he came. He could feel their eyeless gaze boring into him as he fled, but he didn't dare look back. There were audible footsteps behind him, and they were getting closer. He saw the alleyway he had entered previously and, on a whim, picked up his pace and veered into it. Whatever was behind him sounded like it sped up too, and Leo barreled into a trashcan in his haste to round the corner, stumbling to his knees. This couldn't be how he died! Not like some preppy girl in a cliché low-budget slasher film! Leo finally glanced back at his assailant, but there was nothing pursuing him. In fact, there wasn't even a street behind him at all, the alley ended in a chain-link fence with someone's backyard beyond it. He raised a clammy hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead as he let his heartrate settle, then involuntarily let out a nervous laugh. Clearly he was hallucinating. Maybe he hit his head when he tripped on this trashcan. Yeah, that was it. Streets with faceless people don't exist, and they certainly didn't just disappear if they did. Even so, Leo made it a point to keep to the main roads during the night from then on.

【 BIOGRAPHY 】
As the sole heir of a wealthy Swiss financier, Leo lived a fairly privileged childhood. He grew up in an upper class area in northern Switzerland, attending prestigious schools for almost the entirety of his educational career. Despite this, typical academic pursuits didn't interest him. His father owned a modest art collection, and after a vacation to Rome, young Leo found it fascinating. He wanted to be a painter like all the famous Renaissance people and artists of antiquity. It was made very clear he'd be expected to inherit the family fortune and that business schooling should be his primary concern, but beyond that, his father was about as supportive of Leo's interest in art as any typical parent was of their child's hobbies.

He was conscripted into the Swiss army at age 20, though he was hardly gung-ho about his responsibilities, and spent most of his time slacking off in some minor clerical position. In an effort to evade further obligations to his country, Leo decided to spend a semester or two studying abroad. While his first thought would've been a fancy art school in France or Italy, an offer from a small university in rural Russia of all places caught his eye. Sure, he could go look at the greats that everyone else was looking at and try to paint like them, but the idea of receiving some grand artistic inspiration from a quaint little town shrouded in fog sounded almost romantic to Leo. At the very least, he was certain he could paint a few magnificent landscapes once the snow started falling.

Do tell if you want anything changed or clarified.

[Otterpop]

@Scribe of Thoth - He looks fantastic to me. He's good to go, put him in with the others :3

[Kautalya]

Theodora Yvonne Opal

T h e o d o r a O p a l

_{Student | Film major}

_______________________________________________ Theodora Yvonne Opal | pansexual ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ 20 | ♀ | 5'0" ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ truthful | independent | trusting persistent | uptight | perfectionist ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ a p p e a r a n c e + s k i l l s ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ [+] Theodora will greet you with a child like smile with wavy locks of hazel brown hair, which would compliment her caramel, full eyes. With a face of a preteen, it sang the praise of her figure; "all bones but no meat," as her parents would tease her with. Her frame, which defined her sharp features, were usually hidden with loose-fitted sweaters. Any clothing that didn't fit her fully, was the style of Theodora. Her first impressions are usually perceived as a quiet young girl who doesn't really pop out. However, the remarkable feature that would cause those to stare in awe, would be her tiny freckles. Those freckles of hers were like galaxy of stars, waiting to be explored. (They were a proliferation of stars scattered about. Like a star-map, detailing the connections of each constellation.) ◦ Her photographic memory is pretty decent. ◦ Observant. ◦ Able to squeeze herself in tiny spaces. ◦ Decision making. Since her father is usually indecisive, she grew to always conclude things for him. ◦ Adaptability. ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼

▄p e r s o n a l i t y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Theodora Opal is usually described as a quiet, meek girl. However, as quiet as she is, Theodora is not meek. She's not one to stand by when other's try and push her around as she easily defends herself. She is usually silent and kept to her self, but these qualities do not take away from her uptight nature. Being a classic introvert, she is typically a good listener and, luckily has the appearance of calmness. Solitude to her matters like the air everyone breathes. Theodora is just someone who likes to bask in the silence of her own(and hopefully others) and not have to force social interactions. Although she is fine with social activities, it can get exhausting to her. She was never skeptical. It was more of a, "It'd be cool if I could capture it on my camera"--than anything else. Upon hearing the small disappearances happening in Sonina, Theodora was a little bit annoyed at first. A new environment and she was already exposed to such mysteries. However, with her persistent trait; Theodora was completely invested with the thought of it ever actually being true, or the folks were just crazy. She did always want it to somehow happen to her. Plus, she figured accepting the invitation to the university--under a scholarship for the arts--was enough for Theodora to overwrite the disappearances as just something unlucky. But when she witnessed an unusual thing, Theodora realized, she had a stupid desire of wanting to see what shouldn't be seen. ▄p a r a n o r m a l e x p e r i e n c e ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Theodora had been visiting a classmates house in order to work on a project together. They settled themselves in the kitchen and began completing their assignment. Theodora basked in the silence while listening to the muffled music coming from her group-mate's earphones. She had been contemplating on striking a conversation with him, but his focus was more on the work rather than an interaction. She shifted in her seat, exchanging glances at him from time to time(mainly at the mirror behind him). Trying to turn her attention back to her work, the boy stood up from his seat. Ripping off his earphones and placing them to the side, he spoke out to catch Theodora's attention. "Want a drink?" A rough voice escaped his thin lips. She nodded. Her eyes dug deep into her paper as she fiddled with her pen. Usually, Theodora would've been working on this project alone. Since working with others had never been her forte, the girl would normally inflict the role of the one who did everything. But he had insisted on working together with her. Eventually, she shook her head and had decided to just complain to the teacher if push comes to shove(although in college, they don't really care). After what took hours, the boy settled the cup down near her books. She let out a small 'thank you' and returned to her work. Hearing a small grunt of acceptance from the boy, she listened to the small steps and finally the pushing of a chair. She lifted her head to take a sip from the drink, her eyes followed itself back to the mirror that was behind her partners back. Almost choking on her drink, Theodora rubbed her eye with her free hand, not believing in what was happening in front of her. The reflection of her partner was staring back at her, watching her through the mirror. But, no face. In fact, what was staring at her was a deep dark shadow. With no expression to it, she felt the tight glare that escaped the entity. It was scary. In complete shock, Theodora hurriedly stood up. That night, she left in a flash despite her confused classmates yells. Although everything had been a blur during her leave, she remembered passing a glance at the mirror, only to find her reflection staring right back at her; yet it was a shadow, not her. Nowadays, Theodora likes to not be reminded of that night but its hard when at the corner of her eye, she'll catch a glimpse of a shadow. ▄b i o g r a p h y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [+] Theodora grew up in a relatively normal household. Both parents worked long hours to supply her with her necessities, as she was an only child so they both ended up spoiling her to no ends. Growing up, Theodora was always kept to herself. She didn't have anyone to call a friend because Theodora never had much of a presence during class. Other's wouldn't even have known she attended the same class as them. Although nobody could see her, she had something that could; her camera. It was her life-long dream to create films that captured what her eyes have witnessed. When her tiny hands gripped on the camera, her eyes never leaving the miniature screen, Theodora began her first film. It was her birthday party. She slung the camera around in the beginning, showing off her rusty skills to her joyful parents. The film captured their tiredness that slept in their eyes, but, Theodora captured a slight happiness that floated about the two. They both shared a small kiss before returning a smile to the camera, her father talking to the camera and detailing Theodora's embarrassing moments. Her mother pushing her father slightly and laughing at flustered Theodora. Ever since that day, ever since her eyes--her lens--witnessed two people in love, Theodora decided to only film people in love. Their genuine smiles and laughter was something beautiful to Theodora. One day, her parents announced a sudden change of plans. Her father got a job transfer out in a small place called, "Sonina." Ecstatic, Theodora gripped tightly on her camera--she was ready to leave their hometown. He told her that they'd have to wait a least a few months in order to process everything. Her eyes sparkled and shimmered in delight, she was finally leaving. A new environment, new people, possibly new friends. But, the most she was excited for was the filming. These past few years, especially after her last birthday, Theodora never seemed to catch anything on film. Her camera--which was always with her--laid rusted inside her book-bag, hoping for the day Theodora could lift her tiny fingers up and record once more. Thus, during the last month before their leave, Theodora had met a new transfer student. (his eyes glanced to her's, and, as if Theodora didn't have any control of her own body, a curved smile reached the tips of her eyelids.) For the second time in her life, Theodora felt the urge to record someone again. Luckily she didn't have to go to him; he came to her. The two surprisingly hit it off and by the last day before her move, they met at a park. The stars colored the night skies in splattered bits, they shone brighter as if they were alive and breathing. He stood by, the two standing still and listening to the cold air brush past their bodies, tugging at their clothing. The boy pushed his strands of hair behind the red ears of his, it was cold, but they only had a moment to share before Theodora leaves. It was beautiful. The stars, as if they were winking at Theodora, were of a snowfall sparking light in outer space. His figure stood right before this scenery. Theodora only felt such privilege to have witnessed such a beautiful moment. He spilled careful tears as she told him the news. Her eyes drifted downwards to her camera, "Can I film you?" Back up to his eyes, he simply gave her silent nod back. (and then, the two ended off their night in a movie.)

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If there are any changes I gotta do just tell me! :>

[Still Lake]

Here we go! My take on a 'popular girl' archetype.

Rachel Kuznetsova

【 NAME 】
Rachel Kuznetsova

【 AGE 】
22

【 GENDER 】
Female

【 SEXUAL ORIENTATION 】
Bi-Sexual

【 OCCUPATION 】
Student, Public Policy

【 PERSONALITY 】
Driven * Avoidant * Generous * Conceited * Charismatic * Insecure

Rachel is the classic popular girl – the pretty, talented captain of the swim team, well-connected and well-liked by all, and what’s more, she knows it. She’s not mean, and she’d never be so crass as to exclude anyone from anything, but she nevertheless has a very inflated opinion of herself. She’s always polite and complimentary in conversation, listening to what others have to say and making them feel good about themselves, but that kindness often comes with a rider of condescension. Deep down, of course, she’s deeply insecure about herself and her accomplishments, always feeling like it’s about to be snatched away from her at any moment, but you’d never know that from talking to her. She’s very determined to accomplish her goals, but does not handle problems very well – for her, out of sight is out of mind, and she’d rather run away from issues and put on a smiling face than ever actually deal with them. At the end of the day, she’s really not a bad person – just an extremely driven and slightly self-centered one.

【 SKILLS 】
List five things that your character is good at.
. Swimming
. Jogging
. Making People Like Her
. Studying
. Lying

【 PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE 】
She was in the locker room when it happened. It was late, some time after the rec center closed – anyone else would have gotten a reprimand if they’d been caught there, but Rachel knew she could just flash the security guard a wink and a smile, and she’d get let off easily, and she’d needed to get more practice in if she was going to be ready for the big meet in two weeks. She’d been drying herself off, about to go home, when she heard it – a shrill scream, coming from the pool. Immediately, she crept to the doorway and stuck her head out.

Whatever she’d been expecting to see, it wasn’t what awaited her. The soft, chlorinated water of the pool had been replaced by an inky black abyss, so deep she could not see the bottom. There were people in the water, dozens of them, men and women, old and young, all thrashing and kicking. Their hands pounded on the surface of the water from below, like it was a glass barrier they could not cross, and bubbles flew from their mouths as they screamed and pleaded up at her to save them. She remained transfixed, their distorted voices ringing in her ears, frozen in horror as slowly, one by one, they went limp in the water, and floated down to the blackness below.

Rachel turned and ran. She sprinted, mad, breathless, still dripping from the pool, all the way back to her dormitory, where she locked the door and sat, huddled in a ball for some time, the ghastly images springing unbidden to her mind. She awoke the next morning and decided to pretend it never happened, yet no matter how hard she tries to move forward, she cannot outrun what she saw.

【 BIOGRAPHY 】
Rachel is a city girl – the child of a businessman and a high-powered attorney in Moscow, her parents loved her, but they never had much time for her. She grew up alone in their fancy apartment, and quickly learned that the most surefire way to her parent’s approval was accomplishment, of any kind. Every test she aced or advanced program she was placed into earned her a little bit more praise from those two distant figures, and though she didn’t have much in the way of friends, she excelled.

When she was a little older, her parents sent her off to a girl’s school – it was a prestigious institution, well suited to a girl like her, though she always wondered if they just didn’t want to worry about having her around. Nevertheless, she flowered in this setting, quickly establishing herself as the Queen Bee of her class. This was when her athletic career began in earnest, as well – her drive to succeed proved to serve her well as she pursued first the track team, then later the swim team.
All throughout her successes, she kept up her humble, smiling exterior, and eventually she graduated the girl’s school and accepted a partial athletic scholarship offered to her by a small university in the middle of nowhere. It wasn’t that she needed the money, of course, but the university fit snugly into her ten-year plan; graduate with flying colors with a degree in public policy, pursue swimming professionally, silver medal in the Olympics, retire, use her fame and her rural university cred to launch a world-shaking politics career.

Lofty goals, sure, but aren’t those the best kind?

[Otterpop]

@Kautalya
&
@Still Lake

- Both or your characters are great! I love the diversity that I'm seeing in all the students so far :3 Please go ahead and pop them into the character tab.

[shylarah]

@Otterpop I need one more thing my char is good at and a paranormal experience. *thinking* I've got a couple ideas. Can I throw them at you in PM or something?

Maxwell

【 NAME 】
Maxwell Adrian Thomas

【 AGE 】
26

【 GENDER 】
male

【 SEXUAL ORIENTATION 】
straight

【 OCCUPATION 】
postgrad med student

【 PERSONALITY 】
Maxwell has never been one for fighting. Even as a child, he tried to be the peacemaker. When teased he tried to talk it out or just ignore it, when hit he would defend himself but not hit back. Though more openly sensitive than most boys, he learned quickly not to let mocking bother him too much. An only child for many years and born in a gap between two clumps of cousins, he looked up to the elder ones and tended to look after the younger ones when at family gatherings. He's a soft touch and a pushover, often easy to take advantage of. He genuinely cares about people in general, and does his best to lend a helping hand or give a shoulder to cry on wherever it's needed. Those traits made him a number of friends, and while he was never one of the popular ones in school it was known that if you needed someone to talk to, Maxwell would listen. That's not to say he's good at giving advice. He will make suggestions if asked, but he's really better at letting a person just get things off their chest.

Even as an adult, Maxwell is still very idealistic and naive. He believes that people are good at the core. He tries to avoid judging people because of things they have no control over, though it's not possible to avoid completely, and he thinks the world would be a better place if everyone would just try to get along. He dislikes violence and unthinking hatred. If he sees a chance to help someone, he tries to take it, even at cost to himself. He might be accused of being a goody two-shoes, but it's better than being a jaded cynic.

【 SKILLS 】
. medical knowledge and application
. first aid
. jogging/running
. cooking
.

【 PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE 】
What was it that your character saw/felt/heard? This is something that all characters will face - though in various ways. One may be more severe than the next, please don't all get assaulted by a ghost because that's just no fun.

【 BIOGRAPHY 】
Maxwell is descended from a long line of doctors and physicians, though not an unbroken one. His father is a respected doctor, and his grandfather was a pharmacist. His family was well off, and as a child he wanted for little. When he was seven his parents divorced, following several years of increasingly intense disagreements, despite their efforts to stay together for his sake. His father eventually remarried and had two children with his second wife. Maxwell adored his younger cousins, and then his baby siblings, and he was always patching up skinned knees and hurt feelings. He decided in late middle school that he wanted to be a doctor when he grew up, and has relentlessly pursued that dream since.

He did well in high school and was accepted into his first choice of college with a scholarship. Four years later he started medical school. Offered the chance to spend a semester abroad for study in Russia, he jumped at the opportunity. He speaks little Russian (read: none) but he's always wanted to travel.

[Otterpop]

@shylarah - Of course, hit me up :P

[shylarah]

Maxwell

【 NAME 】
Maxwell Adrian Thomas

【 AGE 】
26

【 GENDER 】
male

【 SEXUAL ORIENTATION 】
straight

【 OCCUPATION 】
postgrad med student

【 PERSONALITY 】
Maxwell has never been one for fighting. Even as a child, he tried to be the peacemaker. When teased he tried to talk it out or just ignore it, when hit he would defend himself but not hit back. Though more openly sensitive than most boys, he learned quickly not to let mocking bother him too much. An only child for many years and born in a gap between two clumps of cousins, he looked up to the elder ones and tended to look after the younger ones when at family gatherings. He's a soft touch and a pushover, often easy to take advantage of. He genuinely cares about people in general, and does his best to lend a helping hand or give a shoulder to cry on wherever it's needed. Those traits made him a number of friends, and while he was never one of the popular ones in school it was known that if you needed someone to talk to, Maxwell would listen. That's not to say he's good at giving advice. He will make suggestions if asked, but he's really better at letting a person just get things off their chest.

Even as an adult, Maxwell is still very idealistic and naive. He believes that people are good at the core. He tries to avoid judging people because of things they have no control over, though it's not possible to avoid completely, and he thinks the world would be a better place if everyone would just try to get along. He dislikes violence and unthinking hatred. If he sees a chance to help someone, he tries to take it, even at cost to himself. He might be accused of being a goody two-shoes, but it's better than being a jaded cynic.

【 SKILLS 】
. medical knowledge and application
. first aid
. jogging/running
. cooking
. listening to others

【 PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE 】
It was late one evening and Maxwell was just getting back to his dorm. To his surprise, there on the front step was a woman, clearly injured. She had bleeding slashes across her abdomen, which he quickly treated, but when he turned to unlock the door and get her inside, the woman vanished like she had never been there at all.

【 BIOGRAPHY 】
Maxwell is descended from a long line of doctors and physicians, though not an unbroken one. His father is a respected doctor, and his grandfather was a pharmacist. His family was well off, and as a child he wanted for little. When he was seven his parents divorced, following several years of increasingly intense disagreements, despite their efforts to stay together for his sake. His father eventually remarried and had two children with his second wife. Maxwell adored his younger cousins, and then his baby siblings, and he was always patching up skinned knees and hurt feelings. He decided in late middle school that he wanted to be a doctor when he grew up, and has relentlessly pursued that dream since.

He did well in high school and was accepted into his first choice of college with a scholarship. Four years later he started medical school. Offered the chance to spend a semester abroad for study in Russia, he jumped at the opportunity. He speaks little Russian (read: none) but he's always wanted to travel.

I think I'm done...

[shylarah]

double post; ignore this

[Liv]

Elena Kozlov

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【 NAME 】
Elena Kozlov

【 AGE 】
31

【 GENDER 】
Female

【 SEXUAL ORIENTATION 】
Heterosexual

【 OCCUPATION 】
Professor, Introduction to Psychology

【 PERSONALITY 】
✓ Reliable
✓ Creative
✓ Loyal

X Impatient
X Temperamental
X Overconfident

【 SKILLS 】
. Singing
. Academics
. Ice skating
. Cooking
. Puzzle games

【 PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE 】
When Elena was working late one night grading exams, she suddenly got the urge to use the facilities. She left her office and walked down the hall, picking up on a noticeable change in temperature. The young woman didn't think much of it and grabbed the edges of her jacket as she hugged herself. The silence in that entire floor didn't bother her much at all as she'd made that same trip plenty of times before.

A few moments later, Elena pushed open the door to the ladies' room. She walked inside and a slight feeling of dread crept up on her. She became a little confused since she wasn't under any sort of stress at the moment, but nonetheless she went ahead to use the toilet. Elena kept her eyes on the door to her stall. She didn't want to be surprised, although she wasn't sure what she was looking out for.

Once she was done, she quickly flushed the toilet and exited the stall, heading to the nearest sink to wash her hands. The faucet was motion activated and turned on as she placed her hands below it, and simultaneously, someone started humming from within one of the stalls. Startled, Elena looked at the stalls from their reflection in the mirror. She wasn't aware someone had been in there with her, and as she listened on, she realized the voice sounded like a child's. The idea was crazy given she was still in the university and it was beyond business hours. Elena was about to leave when the humming was replaced by a scream, and she froze. She called out to whomever was in there with her, but then the lights started flickering and blood started seeping from the walls. Elena reacted immediately, rushing to the door and running all the way back to her office without looking back. This occurred two days ago, and she hasn't told anyone, not even her husband.

【 BIOGRAPHY 】
Elena was born and raised in Moscow as an only child. Her father was a highly decorated military officer, and her mother was a nurse. Growing up in a financially stable family, she had the chance to do quite a bit of travel, visiting places such as Australia, Japan, and some parts of Europe. Her grandparents on her father's side had passed down their wealth to them, and they made sure Elena was well taken care of.

Academically, Elena did fine growing up. Her teachers rarely had a complaint about her as she was quiet and kept to herself most of the time. She was involved in a couple of fights on the playground, but only because other students would tease her for the hell of it, calling her a loner and such. Elena had a very few select friends whom she would see on her time off as they lived a bit far from her. They were a very tight-knit group despite the distance.

When Elena was 14, her parents abruptly moved to the UK. She was shocked to say the least when she first heard the news, and her initial reaction was to lock herself in her room and cry. Since that afternoon, she made it a habit to hang out with her friends as much as she could until moving day. By then, Elena was sick of pleading her parents to stay. They kept stating that they had to relocate for a job, and the girl knew she wasn't going to get any more information out of them. She accepted her fate and worked through the process, from packing and giving stuff away to saying her final goodbyes.

In the UK, Elena quickly learned English in order to be able to get around. She'd taken some classes prior to the move as part of her curriculum in school, but she wasn't all that fluent. A girl named Riley in one of her classes befriended her, and despite the initial language barrier, the two grew very close. With time, Elena became more social, hanging out with friends, going to parties, and dating. During one of those nights out, she met a guy named Alexei through a mutual friend. He was also Russian, but they found out they had a lot more in common than just their nationality. After a few dates, Elena and Alexei became a couple, and they grew so close they eventually got engaged and married. Elena went on to school to get her graduate degree in psychology while Alexei got into the legal field and became an attorney. The two had job offers upon graduation, but they had a nice and long talk about possibly heading back to Russia, and in the end they both agreed on the move. Elena had some family in Sonina and they figured the small town lifestyle would be better suited for them given that they wanted to start a family soon, though they would come to find out such goal was easier said than done.

[Otterpop]

@shylarah & @Liv - Both are awesome and both are Accepted!!