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A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

I'm far too tired to finish it tonight, but I WILL get a post up tomorrow. If not, you guys can like... shoot Shira and Corrina repeatedly or something until I finish it.

Eden Gardens - Love Where You Live

@reiko Go for it!

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Got my third character done!

Jess Grossman

Jessica Janet Grossman

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“Go ahead, call me a fucking slut. Because guess what? I don’t give a fuck.”

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the slut in question.

|| NAME ||

Jessica “Jess” Janet Grossman

|| GENDER ||

Female

|| AGE ||

15

|| GRADE ||

Ninth

|| SEXUALITY ||

Yes.

|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||

Who the fuck needs ‘em?

|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||

Jess is an imposing person; she’s 5’11, with a lithe frame that has modelling agencies just begging the Grossman family to get Jess into the industry. She dresses to the part of spoiled New York City rich girl on a rebellious streak. Her outfits very often get her in trouble with dress codes at school, but her father’s a smart and rich enough lawyer to pressure the school with accusations of sexism and let Jess dress how she wants.

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why the fuck do you care?

|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||

Independent, Confident, Irresponsible, Sexual

|| PERSONALITY ||

Jess’ personality benefits from a very loose leash maintained by her parents; they are of the mindset that Jess is fully capable of exploring who she is as a person by herself. Their job is to keep her out of legal trouble and teach her how not to get herself killed.

As you can imagine, giving a young girl a lot of money and a lot of room to operate doesn’t exactly make her a model citizen. Jess is already a smoker, both cigarettes and marijuana, and she’s more than willing to explore everything for the sake of “understanding more about herself.” The world is a playground, and Jess has the keys to it.

It’s a mystery whether Jess sees other people as people at this point, or just tools for her enjoyment. She doesn’t really have a lot of respect for anyone besides herself, though she knows where the line between plain rudeness and complete bigotry is. Jess doesn’t pretend to know what it’s like to be on the wrong side of a power dynamic, since her confidence and family wealth almost always give Jess the upper hand.

She’s wary of people that are drawn to her, largely because she knows her reputation often precedes her, and most people just want her for a quick fuck. That’s not how she operates, but most people don’t seem to get that. As such, Jess doesn’t really have any real friends, but most people know who she is.

|| QUIRKS ||

● Hates you
● Smokes
● Still hates you

|| HOBBIES ||

● Ballet, believe it or not.
● Playing the cello
● Playing video games
● Finding new music to listen to

|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||

+ Herself
+ Fashion
+ People that own up to who they are, even if they’re a massive fuckup
+ Originality

- Fake people
- Being controlled
- People that bandwagon onto trends
- Herself

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family shit.

|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||

Mother - Erica Grossman - Stay-at-home Mom
Father - Ben Grossman - Lawyer
Older brother (age 23) - Eric Grossman

|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||

The family opted to move back into Eric Grossman’s childhood home, a medium-sized three-bedroom in Creekview Residential. For three people, it’s quite spacious, but the Grossman family has more money than it knows what to do with. The house is decorated as such, so while it blends into the neighborhood on the outside, anyone that walks into the Grossman home knows immediately that this family has money.

|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||

Nothing yet, but Mom’s already looking at getting her a BMW 328i when she turns 16.

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now you’re all gone, got your makeup on and you’re not coming back

|| BIOGRAPHY ||

This isn’t the first summer before freshman year Jess has had; just a year ago, Jess was living in the Hamptons in New York City, preparing to start her real first year of high school. Of course, when you get caught sending pictures of yourself to an older man over the internet and having phone sex with him, that can derail those high school plans pretty significantly.

She’s spent the larger part of the last year sitting in a room with lawyers working out a lawsuit settlement between her parents and the man she had been talking to. Jess skipped that year of high school, and when her family realized that there was absolutely no way to escape the media attention that came with Jess’ case, they relocated to her father’s hometown of Arrowsmith, South Dakota.

Not that this was the first sexual incident Jess has been involved in; by her count, she’s made out with enough people to fill a bus, and she’s fucked at least seven of them. Call her a slut, call her a rebel, Jess doesn’t quite give a shit; she likes the feeling of empowerment that sex gives her. Moving to South Dakota hasn’t been the most thrilling time of her life, but she’ll make it work. The only question her parents have for her is if Jess can avoid another incident.

|| THEME SONG ||

Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too - Say Anything
_{You're too young to be this empty girl
I'll prepare you for a sick dark world
Know that you'll be my downfall.
But I call and I call and I call.}

|| OTHER ||

Anything else you wanna say.

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I'm about to fall asleep working on a third character I just had the inspiration to write a few hours ago, but here's a fun little hint (as well as the source of the inspiration, which I think tells a lot about what kind of character she'll be now that I'm mentioning that)

Eden Gardens - Love Where You Live

It occurs to me after dropping that post that those emojis in Cassandra's texts might not show up for everyone. So if you're seeing those squares that pop up when the font is missing or something after Cassandra's texts, just know that all you're missing is some mildly obnoxious emoji usage!

Eden Gardens - Love Where You Live

@Sputnik@Oni_@Awesomoman64@Knight of Doom

Cassandra's pop opera - heh, popera - was disrupted by the buzz of her phone on the kitchen counter. She wrapped up washing the plate in her hands before drying off and walking around the counter to check the notification. It was a text from two minutes ago, and the buzz she had heard was the second alert that she had a text. Huh. Maybe she really did sing too loud.

She picked up the phone, taking a moment to consider how she would respond to Doris. It wasn't a long moment at all; as soon as Cassandra paused to think, she heard the horror that was Doris' workout video.

To; Doris
right back at ya, richard simmons. 😘

Cassandra went to place her phone back down onto the counter, but stopped herself. That demanded a follow up text.

To; Doris
pls do not tell me that it is actually richard simmons on that tv screen, or i am hella judging u. 👀

As she set her phone down back onto the counter, Cassandra heard applause coming from her doorway. "Thank you, thank you! I'll be here for the rest of the goddamn year until my lease is up!" Cassandra shouted at her mysterious fan before moving to sit down at her desk. She opened her laptop, heading straight to her blog to check the comments on her last blog post.

The post was pretty bland, if Cass was being honest. She had shared an article she read regarding the future of movies; in particular, how there were more movies releasing in the next couple years than the industry would be able to handle, and how it was likely set to implode upon itself. She had spent a couple paragraphs lamenting the tragic loss of relentless superhero movies before shifting gears towards what kind of implications this could have on other popular media industries, particularly her own niche of being an internet-based entertainer.

The comments, however, were always interesting. She had caught a glimpse of them while her mother was around; a lot of them were actual constructive discussion about the article she shared, but more than a handful were something close to, "omg no pics this time wtf do u think we go to ur blog for u slut." Cass loved those; it made organizing a potential blacklist on her comments section so much easier.

Her phone buzzed again. Cassandra slid the office chair across the room to the counter, checking the phone. She was expecting a response back from Doris, so when she found an email notification from her bank regarding a deposit titled "A Present from Mom, for that camera you've wanted," Cassandra was understandably excited. She grinned as she checked her balance; her mom always pulled through when Cassandra really didn't need her to. She switched over to her messaging app:

To; Mom
DID YOU KNOW YOU'RE THE BEST? BECAUSE YOU'RE THE BEST AND I LOVE YOU.

Then,

To; Rucks
ok, dude, so like. i know ur a photographer, and not a filmmaker, but u def know more about cameras than i do. so if i wanted to get a camera that's hella good for taking videos and shit, do u think u could send me some amazon links or something? thnx babe 💋

Cassandra pocketed her phone, grabbing her pack of cigarettes and lighter from the desk and skipping her way outside. She made her way to the garden - no, not the garden, because Abby might behead her. Cassandra skipped straight past the garden, past Alex and Max, and stopped a good distance from the two boys. She lit her cigarette, breathing in deeply as the smoke filled the air.

Out of the corner of her eye, Cassandra looked over Alex. Not for any reasons of her own - it was definitely one of those days where she was 100% not interested in the guy. But she couldn't get past the idea that her mom liked the kid and wanted her to get with him. Or that her mom might be interested in him for herself. Hopefully Mama Reynolds didn't try anything with the guy. That'd be fucking awkward. She'd have to ask him about it once he wrapped up his plans with Max.

She'd also have to stop fucking staring at him, but it's not like she knew she was staring.

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@Thane Just make sure to delete that slash so the dividers work!

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@alexfangtalon So I went to school in a 7 class per day environment in California, with 6 classes being required to take and the 7th class being an optional slot if you're a tryhard like me. A typical freshman class list looked something like this: English, Math, Science, History, and Phys Ed were full year requirements. Most kids had to take a language course, as well, which was another full year, so that left one (or two) slots open in your schedule for any elective you wanted, like cooking, computer science, etc. Essentially, up until your senior year, your classes were largely picked for you, because you had to meet credit requirements on time. My state also basically never does homeroom classes, so that entire concept is completely foreign to me.

It's different throughout the whole country, and the whole system is kinda unnecessarily complex. I have no idea how it works in other countries, though, so I'm also kinda talking out my ass.

@MissCapnCrunch I think the best way to break down class schedules would be to give a baseline for everyone and let everyone pick their character's classes from there. Like, if we're doing an 8 class day, everyone has to do the following classes their freshman year:

English
Math
Science
Social Science
Phys Ed (or sport, for the athletes)
and then three electives (or two + homeroom, if that's how we're doing that, but again I have no clue wtf homeroom is.)

Then from there, we'd have a list of classes available for each subject (English only really has English 1 available for freshmen, math is open anywhere from Algebra 1 to Calculus, depending on the student, etc etc) that everyone gets to pick from for their characters, and then a list of electives to fill out the schedule.

Written: A Fairytale RP

Berry Finn

Huckleberry Finn

_{"If someone’s right to a good fuckin’ time is being fucked with, I swear to you I will unfuck it."}

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• N A M E

Huckleberry “Berry” Finn

• S T O R Y

Mark Twain’s Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

• B I R T H P L A C E

Westernmost

• M A G I C

No magic!

• A G E

20

• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

Sex is sex. Don’t matter who it’s with.

• A T T I R E

The drab rags and garments of a vagrant girl in Missouri get old real quick when that girl is exposed to the fashion world of Earth. Berry has managed to ditch the oversized overalls, shirts, and jeans, and has found her way into a small assortment of blouses, skirts, and leggings that suit her perfectly. She still dresses like a Southern girl, there’s just a little less rags and a little more 21st century Earth in her style, now.

She does have a natural beauty to her that only supplements the Southern girl look. Berry is quite tall, at just under six feet, and she knows her body turns heads wherever she goes. She knows exactly how to work it, and she knows exactly how to use it to her advantage.

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• H E R O ' S N A T U R E

Berry’s out for one thing and one thing only: to have a good fuckin’ time. Rules are overbearing and designed to keep people from having a good fuckin’ time, so Berry tends to ignore those more than she really should. The only code she follows is her own moral compass, which, to be fair, is a pretty strong one. She’ll never do anything that will cause serious harm to another, since Berry believes that her right to have a good fuckin’ time should not impede on others’ rights to have a good fuckin’ time. As long as she’s 100% certain that she isn’t hurting anyone else, Berry acts almost entirely on impulse.

Not to say she’s selfish. She takes joy in looking out for her friends and for those in need. It goes back to her very basic principle in life, really: if someone’s right to a good fuckin’ time is being fucked with, Berry will unfuck it. (She said that in person once and was immediately embarrassed. Berry then proceeded to recite that line at every available opportunity, since the secondhand embarrassment people felt upon hearing it was just too good to pass up.)

Again, she is impulsive, and with impulsiveness comes a little bit of fiery hotheadedness and a tongue that sometimes can’t hold itself back. Berry’s known to be a little snarkier than she should be at times, which can actually get her into as much trouble as her disregard for laws and rules can.

• R E N O W N E D S K I L L S

She’s a damn good thief. No Robin Hood, since she usually only steals things that immediately benefit her - food, drink, cigarettes, the like. But she can break into just about anywhere short of a bank, get what she needs, and leave without making too much noise. It was much easier to get away with it back in Westernmost, where the land was lawless, but on Earth, Berry’s found herself being troubled a little bit more than she’d like. Hell, simple shoplifting is always an option.

• F A T A L F L A W

The lawlessness of Westernmost stuck with Berry; she has a blatant disregard for rules or structure. She does what she wants, when she wants, and that can get her into trouble far too often. Berry’s been bailed out of Earth’s jails and served small sentences for petty shoplifting and the like more than her fair share of times.

• O N C E U P O N A T I M E

Being the single daughter of a vagrant drunk in the less tasteful areas of Westernmost comes with a whole host of problems as it is; throw in Berry’s personality and that she and her father are black in an area where being black comes with another set of problems, and Berry had a pretty weird time growing up in St. Petersburg, Missouri, Westernmost. She spent most of her time causing trouble in the town, living her life as freely as she could.

Berry constantly found herself walking the line between being accepted as a fact of St. Petersburg life and being thrown out of the town completely for good. The local kids always seemed to come to her defense when she got in trouble, rallying to her cause of living it out and without any kind of supervision.

And yeah, that was great and all, but when the town adults are trying to get you killed or exiled every other day, Berry figured it was about time to leave her home, her father, and her friends and dip out of town.

She teamed up with another young runaway, Jim, escaping the clutches of slavery and hoping to recreate himself in another town as a free man. Berry and Jim roamed the frontier, looking for adventure and mischief wherever they could. The pair spent several years living a nomadic lifestyle, going from town to town and staying as long as they could before finding themselves punted out of town right onto their butts.

It took about that long before what little law enforcement there was eventually got sick of chasing Berry and Jim everywhere and just arrested the two. They discovered Jim’s status as a runaway slave, and uncovered Berry’s track record of making a mess out of every town she went to. They were shipped right back to St. Petersburg, so the town could figure out what to do with the two.

Leave it to good old Tom Sawyer to break them out of the wagon, though. About a mile out of town, Tom executed a masterful jail break: pretend to be a dying boy on the side of the road, wait for the wagon’s driver to come down and help, then drop his pants and tie his hands with some rope. Flawless. It turned out to be a stroke of luck - Tom was just playing some pranks of his own, and hadn’t really expected Berry and Jim to be in the wagon. He freed them once more, allowing them to resume their life on the run.

• A N E W C H A P T E R

Berry and Jim moved south from St. Petersburg to New Orleans. The city was big enough to keep them hidden no matter how bad their shenanigans, and for a while, the two were almost living in peace.

When the Cataclysm came, Berry and Jim found themselves separated. Berry’s not entirely sure how, but Jim just… disappeared. Vanished, without a trace. She looked everywhere for him, but there’s no sign of her closest friend anywhere. Berry found herself depressed at losing her friend, and when Merlin came to pull people to Earth, Berry found a new purpose: to go with Merlin and find an answer for the Cataclysm. For Jim.

Berry’s made it her responsibility to look after Alice. Call it guilt for losing Jim, or just concern for the well-being of this girl that’s been through much more than any one person should go through. In their five years on Earth, the two have formed a sister-like bond, each finding solace in the other as an outcast living outside of typical societal rules.

Written: A Fairytale RP

@HalfOfLancelot @McHaggis @Undine @Roosan

Berry Finn has arrived!

Berry Finn

Huckleberry Finn

_{"If someone’s right to a good fuckin’ time is being fucked with, I swear to you I will unfuck it."}

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• N A M E

Huckleberry “Berry” Finn

• S T O R Y

Mark Twain’s Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

• B I R T H P L A C E

Westernmost

• M A G I C

No magic!

• A G E

20

• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

Sex is sex. Don’t matter who it’s with.

• A T T I R E

The drab rags and garments of a vagrant girl in Missouri get old real quick when that girl is exposed to the fashion world of Earth. Berry has managed to ditch the oversized overalls, shirts, and jeans, and has found her way into a small assortment of blouses, skirts, and leggings that suit her perfectly. She still dresses like a Southern girl, there’s just a little less rags and a little more 21st century Earth in her style, now.

She does have a natural beauty to her that only supplements the Southern girl look. Berry is quite tall, at just under six feet, and she knows her body turns heads wherever she goes. She knows exactly how to work it, and she knows exactly how to use it to her advantage.

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• H E R O ' S N A T U R E

Berry’s out for one thing and one thing only: to have a good fuckin’ time. Rules are overbearing and designed to keep people from having a good fuckin’ time, so Berry tends to ignore those more than she really should. The only code she follows is her own moral compass, which, to be fair, is a pretty strong one. She’ll never do anything that will cause serious harm to another, since Berry believes that her right to have a good fuckin’ time should not impede on others’ rights to have a good fuckin’ time. As long as she’s 100% certain that she isn’t hurting anyone else, Berry acts almost entirely on impulse.

Not to say she’s selfish. She takes joy in looking out for her friends and for those in need. It goes back to her very basic principle in life, really: if someone’s right to a good fuckin’ time is being fucked with, Berry will unfuck it. (She said that in person once and was immediately embarrassed. Berry then proceeded to recite that line at every available opportunity, since the secondhand embarrassment people felt upon hearing it was just too good to pass up.)

Again, she is impulsive, and with impulsiveness comes a little bit of fiery hotheadedness and a tongue that sometimes can’t hold itself back. Berry’s known to be a little snarkier than she should be at times, which can actually get her into as much trouble as her disregard for laws and rules can.

• R E N O W N E D S K I L L S

She’s a damn good thief. No Robin Hood, since she usually only steals things that immediately benefit her - food, drink, cigarettes, the like. But she can break into just about anywhere short of a bank, get what she needs, and leave without making too much noise. It was much easier to get away with it back in Westernmost, where the land was lawless, but on Earth, Berry’s found herself being troubled a little bit more than she’d like. Hell, simple shoplifting is always an option.

• F A T A L F L A W

The lawlessness of Westernmost stuck with Berry; she has a blatant disregard for rules or structure. She does what she wants, when she wants, and that can get her into trouble far too often. Berry’s been bailed out of Earth’s jails and served small sentences for petty shoplifting and the like more than her fair share of times.

• O N C E U P O N A T I M E

Being the single daughter of a vagrant drunk in the less tasteful areas of Westernmost comes with a whole host of problems as it is; throw in Berry’s personality and that she and her father are black in an area where being black comes with another set of problems, and Berry had a pretty weird time growing up in St. Petersburg, Missouri, Westernmost. She spent most of her time causing trouble in the town, living her life as freely as she could.

Berry constantly found herself walking the line between being accepted as a fact of St. Petersburg life and being thrown out of the town completely for good. The local kids always seemed to come to her defense when she got in trouble, rallying to her cause of living it out and without any kind of supervision.

And yeah, that was great and all, but when the town adults are trying to get you killed or exiled every other day, Berry figured it was about time to leave her home, her father, and her friends and dip out of town.

She teamed up with another young runaway, Jim, escaping the clutches of slavery and hoping to recreate himself in another town as a free man. Berry and Jim roamed the frontier, looking for adventure and mischief wherever they could. The pair spent several years living a nomadic lifestyle, going from town to town and staying as long as they could before finding themselves punted out of town right onto their butts.

It took about that long before what little law enforcement there was eventually got sick of chasing Berry and Jim everywhere and just arrested the two. They discovered Jim’s status as a runaway slave, and uncovered Berry’s track record of making a mess out of every town she went to. They were shipped right back to St. Petersburg, so the town could figure out what to do with the two.

Leave it to good old Tom Sawyer to break them out of the wagon, though. About a mile out of town, Tom executed a masterful jail break: pretend to be a dying boy on the side of the road, wait for the wagon’s driver to come down and help, then drop his pants and tie his hands with some rope. Flawless. It turned out to be a stroke of luck - Tom was just playing some pranks of his own, and hadn’t really expected Berry and Jim to be in the wagon. He freed them once more, allowing them to resume their life on the run.

• A N E W C H A P T E R

Berry and Jim moved south from St. Petersburg to New Orleans. The city was big enough to keep them hidden no matter how bad their shenanigans, and for a while, the two were almost living in peace.

When the Cataclysm came, Berry and Jim found themselves separated. Berry’s not entirely sure how, but Jim just… disappeared. Vanished, without a trace. She looked everywhere for him, but there’s no sign of her closest friend anywhere. Berry found herself depressed at losing her friend, and when Merlin came to pull people to Earth, Berry found a new purpose: to go with Merlin and find an answer for the Cataclysm. For Jim.

Berry’s made it her responsibility to look after Alice. Call it guilt for losing Jim, or just concern for the well-being of this girl that’s been through much more than any one person should go through. In their five years on Earth, the two have formed a sister-like bond, each finding solace in the other as an outcast living outside of typical societal rules.