MesuOkami

Naruto Universe Roleplay

I'll hopefully have a sheet up by tomorrow night. I gotta rework my character a bit.

Naruto Universe Roleplay anyone?

@Zora I'm interested, I have two sheets I can show you that'd need to be worked down since they were team leads etc prior RP's.
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Strings

_{Location: Apartment - Street Walkin' | Interaction: N/a}

Entering her third cup of coffee, Scout decided that it wouldn't suffice for lunch. Considering she skipped breakfast, her stomach was begining to rumble at her - begging for some kind of nourishment. "Thank you anyways..." She removed the phone from her ear and haphazardly dropped it on the counter next to her magic bean juice that was now begining to cool. "Thanks for fucking nothing..." A follow up that couldn't be heard by the other end of her line. Scouts morning adventures dealt with calling every small local garage to see if they had what she needed or see if they'd even be gracious enough to let her work on her bike there. So far? All were duds. Northerners were a bit more brutal as well, and every attitude she had received so far was making her want to gouge her own eyes out. She truly was begining to miss the South, mainly because of its hospitality at this point. Boston had caught her attention, and it was a bit nicer and smaller than New York. Not too polluted, or clogged with other beings. But dealing with the locals was a challenge within itself.

Her air bnb she had rented out for the month was currently home, fully furnished and no bills to pay. It was a good little setup, and perfect for her unknown amount of time here. All she needed for now. What really caught her attention was it had a garage built underneath the whole complex, so she felt a bit more secure in storing her bike there. Her trusty steed was currently acting up and everywhere around here was chargining insane prices for parts and cost of labor. She knew what needed to be done, and as stated prior - all her phone calls were duds. It was making her time here less enjoyable than she wanted it to be. Of course she had already called her amazing father who was now urging her to just find a garage so he could send the parts there and she fix it there. But again, that was the challenge. Everyone wanted to do the work and get paid. Which was starting to seem like her only choice.

Her stomach gurgled again, another call for actual nutrition. Guess it was time to get some food. A hasty change into a pair of high-waisted black jeans, a white tank covered by a gray sweater and of course her favorite pieces of jewelry adorned her body. Scout placed her ID, and Credit Card into her boots along with some cash, a usual routine. Patting herself down, lacing up her boots - she gave herself one peer in the mirror before waltzing out the door and into a brisk Boston day.

It wasn't very long after that the wind had slapped her in the face that life would too. Scout had recently began to talk to the owner of the building about possibly renting out the space for another month, but he had to think on the idea of giving up an Air BnB space. "Hello? Yes...Hi Mr. Wallace....mhm...yeah...I'm free all day today. I'd love to meet up whenever you're free. Mhm, thank you. Goodbye." She stared at the phone as the call went offline, and sighed. Alright. So, perhaps a liquid lunch would be the highlight of her day. Assuming if he was willing to let her rent the place out again for the price of mortgage - he would've just said so. But a slight inkling of doubt settled into her stomach, he wouldn't want to meet if there wasn't more than just a 'yes'. Swiping to her maps, Scout looked around for entertainment in the city - of course a dozen spots popped up, but she decided to look into the ones closer to her.

Her wandering would bring her across a stripclub that was currently closed - she kept this in mind for a later time. Many rally's usually ended in the boys themselves rallying to the nearest Strip joint. She had saw no stigma's or taboo's to the business, and actually usually enjoyed herself in the joints. But for now? Hard pass. She continued scrolling and finally a place came across her radar with great reviews on food, and one comment in particular about a delicious old fashioned, was what truly caught her attention."Minotaur..." Interesting name, but the reviews made it more interesting to want to indulge in. It wasn't that far away from her current location, and well off she went down the bustling Boston streets.

Upon walking in the establishment, Scout took a seat promptly at the bar. Ordered the old fashioned. Then exhaled a refreshed sigh upon taking the first sip of her drink. It was delicious. Settling back into the chair, her eyes scanned the area. The place was fairly busy, tapping her phone it showed it was just a little after lunch time. Running alongside this thought, her stomach grumbled again. "Well, would you like something to eat ma'am?" the bartender inquired with a pleasant smile, obviously hearing her stomach. Scout chuckled and looked down to the menu, sucking in her lips and letting them go with a satisfying pop her head shook. "I'm not entirely picky, how about....today's special". She slid the menu back, and the bartender nodded his head before turning away and inputing her order into the system.

Looking around and observing the business, Scout drummed her fingers against the wood grain of the bar. Her hand found the muddled bourbon drink and reached her lips again. The large circular ice cube smacked her lip and took her by surprise, setting it down and wiping her lip she slid the glass forward. Embaressement slightly crept up on her, but maybe the drink was just that good. "Another one?" the bartender asked, holding the glass up in her direction. Looking to him, she began nodding "Yes. But. Uhm, hey...so what are the chances you guys are hiring? Front of house...back of house..? Is the owner in to speak to?" She smiled at him, knowing it probably wasn't the best way to get a job while you were already one drink down. But maybe luck would be on her side today. The bartender looked to her as he muddled another drink for her and nodded, "I'll ask and see for you...wouldn't you rather have an application?" Scout smirked, and shrugged her shoulders "Just kinda taking a chance". Living a nomadic life really made one more adventurous.

_{Location - Bus | Interaction - Kyle}

Ella was a creature of habit, as is most everyone else in this vast world. Her mornings started around 8:30am every day, woken up to her old fashion alarm clock with the bells. coffee began brewing 5 minutes prior to this alarm so entering the kitchen was always a delight. Her routine was the same this day as every other day, she spent her time making sure her face was prepared for the day at the store, outfit was always free of any unneeded creases. Her hair was a pretty simple task in the mornings, thankfully. It had a natural curl to it, but a bit of heat and taming had finally created the perfect waterfall curls. Today was of course another day selling makeup, "beating" faces, and inspiring confidence in others. She really enjoyed makeup and the way it could make anyone feel about themselves, there was some kind of electric feeling behind helping boost someone's confidence.

Of course though, routines are meant to be broken and changed up a bit. Keep a small dash of spice in life, yanno? Sitting in her car and pulling down the visor for one last lookover, she'd place the key in the ignition and boom. The engine wouldn't start. Further investigation would find that she had left the light on in the top of the car, groaning and hitting her forehead on the steering wheel she inhaled deeply. Raising her head and wiping away the foundation residue, she exhaled and looked at her clock. "Ah! Ay dios mios" Grabbing her giant designer bag full of things for work and who knows what else till she cleaned it out again, Ella found herself racing to the bus stop just outside of her apartment. Running in her cheetah print low heels, Ella could feel today may not be her day. The only thing so far that would prevent her from feeling that way, was making it to the bus stop with only a few moments to spare before it pulled up.

Hopping on board, she paid the fee and tried to hold her composure. She really just wanted to lay on the floor and die in that moment from the quick sprint. Instead she walked the aisle, looking for a seat before her eyes finally landed on a good thing. Kyle Parker. The two had met when she went into his store looking for a pair of sunglasses. She was rather picky and wanted to spend money on a pair she really liked. It was a treat yourself day as she told him in compliance with reinforcing her idea to spend the money on a pair. The two chatted briefly before eventually running into each other almost every day the outside mall they worked at. Kyle became a friendly face, and soon a good friend to her. The first friendly face outside of her own job she met, enjoying his company for lunch occasionally. The two had gotten rather close actually, she knew some of his past and he knew some of hers. It was a bond she'd hope would never break, he was like a little brother to her but from the totally opposite spectrum of her own childhood.

Strutting past the rest, she plopped down in the seat next time and huffed. "You would not believe today, it's already starting out so messy. My car wont start and....okay well actually that's it. I'm just really out of breath, and thought I wasn't gonna even make this." She pulled out a sponge from her purse, and blotted at her face before replacing it. She plopped her bag in Kyle's lap disrupting his phone flow, and adjusted her white sheer shirt tucking it back into her pants. Flipping her hair back over her shoulders, she let out one last over exaggerated breath and smiled at Kyle. "Thanks!" Taking her bag back she continued to ramble, "Today I have to go get fitted by a stylist for a dress...yanno, since Sephora came on for that ball? I got picked as one of the representatives...ambassador...whatever. You know what I mean. But I got picked out of all the Make Up Artists, pretty cool huh? They're paying money to make all the girls stand out. Are you going to it? I wonder what its gonna be like...anyways. If you go we should most definitely hang out....oh, sorry. How is your morning going?" Ella was looking forward this whole time, slightly staring off into space before recollecting herself and looking to Kyle. "Havent seen you in what...two days? Anything interesting going on? How's work?" Ella was a bit invasive at times, but her friends mattered to her. The few that she did have, at least. Ella held onto good things when they came her way, it was a bit greedy of her in her some sense. But it was the good moment in life, especially the smallest ones, that motivated her these days.

Strings

Ella Alvarez

31 ● female ● hetero

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summary

A strict believer in making her dreams a reality Ella is the name and makeup is the game, soon to be seen on all billboards near you.

brief history

Gabriella didn't grow up with the finer things in life, though she always dreamed of obtaining them. Growing up in New York, New York the future makeup guru would learn a harsh lesson from the streets. Her family owned a corner store in a more Latina based block outside of Buschwick - her family was known around there for providing the surrounding area with immediate amenities. Once Gabriella became old enough she'd find herself spending hours at the family store while her parents took up some other kind of job to help keep the family going. As the years went on, life seemed to get a bit tougher. The shop found itself victim to a few driveby shootings, none targeting the shop but just happened to be the background of the unfortunate events.
Living above the store really did no better justice to these late night happenings. Aside from the jarring sounds of a gunshots going off whilst you're dead asleep, many more happenings around the blocks would cause Gabriella to constantly daydream.
She wondered what life would be like when she was old enough to leave, and you can bet she was gonna make that happen. For whatever reason, after discovering her mothers fire-red lipstick, Gabriella found herself drawn to makeup. Fashion came next, but really anything that hugged her body was good enough for her. Makeup though was really where her heart landed, she'd buy as many lipsticks as she could with what paychecks she got. No brand was safe, she delved into everyone trying to find the perfect shade, the next best face primer, the most vibrant eyeshadow. Her mother and father disapproved of course, at 14 she was looking a far bit more grown up than she needed to. So she was condemned to not wear it till she was out from under their roof. This only drove the girl to really evacuate the area.
Around 21, Gabriella ended up falling in love with a lawyer and moving towards the upper end of New York. He was rich, sweet, and was in love with the sight of the girl. Gabriella was at first oblivious to the blatant disrespect he would give her at times in front of his colleagues, but it all went past her pretty little head as she now melted into the upper class society. Three years after living with him he proposed, another three years later - his true colors began to come out. Though he would usually make snarky comments to her while he was drunk, they became more frequent and hurtful. From insults to her intelligence, to eventually low blows at her family. Which is where this would begin to take a toll on her and her feelings towards the man. Her family was everything to her, they worked hard and made it possible for her to grow up. But he was also making it possible for her to live the life she wanted. Gabriella had no idea what to do. She was able to find a job, but it was as a manager in a higher end retail clothing outlet that her fiance found her a job in. Slowly over a few months she began to save every penny she could, and collecting all the jewelry she could pawn in the future.
At last the day came, well night rather, where she took her chance and disappeared. Boston was a good enough distance away, and would become her new home. All alone at the age of 27, Gabriella had to start her way from the ground up. Her biggest struggle was finding a place to live at first - moving from hotel to hotel till finally she found herself a loft inside the city. Her luck peeked as right before she found her new home, she found a job inside a Sephora as a makeup consult. Compared to all the other women who had gone to beauty school, her knowledge on many things was slightly lacking but her technique was rather flawless. She was hired on the spot, which meant things would look up for her there. For now she resides in the city, living this 'new' life for the past 4 years. She hasn't heard from her ex, and is now at ease with the idea that he has not a care for her in the world. Ella is concerned with moving up in the makeup world and perhaps opening her own line someday, it would be based on the colors and accents from her childhood. Another dream of hers she would make a reality, one day.

strings

⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯

other information

dialogue colour: palevioletred
faceclaim: Diane Guerrero
theme song: Glamorous

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Riley Scout De'Rose

28 ● femme ● hetero

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summary

Raise hell, praise Dale. Raised by her Poppa Dukes so 'Tomboy' is the perfect descriptor for this fine motorcycle ridin' specimen.

brief history

Riley was the only child of her family, and her family consisted of her, her father, and her fathers parents. Her mother had run off sometime ago to fulfil her dream of fucking every guy in the nearby trailer parks for any kind of dope she could score. A relationship with her was but a figment of her imagination. Seeing her unfortunately was not, she'd show up occasionally to her memaw and pepaw's house - singing her redemption song. But of course as fate would have it she was only coming back to steal a few things and pawn it off to get herself more dope. Eventually Jackson, her father, cut these visits off entirely to spare Riley any further heartbreak in the future. The moment she was born in the mountains of North Carolina, Riley only knew the love and warm hugs of her father and grandparents. They did everything in their power to protect her from the sad sight that was her mother. She was given everything she ever needed and wanted, and was always given the proper amount of attention.
Jackson owned his own autobody shop only a few miles down the road from his parents house. When she was younger Riley got the choice of either coming to work, or hanging out with Memaw and Papaw, usually she chose to go with her father. Getting under all the cars, and turning the wrenches for him, watching the cool cars come in really caught her attention. But what made the girl stop in her tracks? Motorcycles. She loved the way people looked when they rode in on them, their sound. Really everything. When she was younger, she could never quite put her finger on it. But now of age, she can confidently say it was the freedom she saw expressed by those that rode the mechanical steeds. She knew one day instead of sitting passenger that she'd be the one driving.
Well, years passed by and many seasons came and went. On her 18th birthday, promising her father she would graduate, Riley received her first motorcycle. It was the shell of a rather old school Harley Bobber. It'd be her first project upon entering her Dad's shop as a mechanic, just so long as she promised now...to do work and then work on the bike in her free time. Of course she was more than obliged to do so, and couldn't even believe she was a mechanic at her fathers shop. Most of her classmates went off to do things such as become doctors, actors/actress', and lord knows what else. Riley decided to become a mechanic. Many of her teachers urged her to do something else, many using sayings such as "Well that pretty face can get you anywhere you want". To which she'd retort "I don't want any of those things than to own a bike and ride across America. That's what I want". So nothing and no one came in the way of these dreams, which she finally achieved at the ripe age of 18. It didn't take her very to long to fix the bike, but as everything in her life was shining gold, fate would have it and her Memaw fell ill. Putting a halt on everything in her life.
For years her Memaw would battle lung cancer, they all urged her to stop smoking years ago but she old bat was so stubborn. "I'm on the road to heaven anyways! I'll do what I please!" Her father always insisted Riley got her attitude from her Memaw, and not the older she became the more she was able to see it. Memaw put up the good fight for years to come, and Riley could either be found at work or home with her Grandparents cooking and cleaning for them. Her Pepaw was a man that couldn't be deterred and was usually found outside making the gardens look however Memaw wanted, he loved her so much he'd do anything that woman asked. They waited on her hand and foot until one morning in the winter, Memaw didn't wake up from going to bed the night before. This was when Riley was 24 and her world was shook for years to come after that. The gardens were still tended too, and life moved on rightfully so after her passing. But there was one less place at the dinner table that was filled with her delicious cooking. Thankfully she had taught Riley many of the family recipes so she was able to cook all the family goodies for holidays, but it wasn't the same with out her croaking at Pepaw to slow down on the beers at dinner, or berate Jackson with questions about why he wouldn't remarry. It seemed to become a bit more silent in the household, but the love and support only grew from there.
Finally four years later, Riley felt that her home life was a bit more stable these days. Her Grandfather was in good health, and her fathers Autobody shop was doing more business than ever. He had so many hired hands now, including Pepaw who worked the counter, that she felt comfortable enough to take her trip across and around the US. Packing her things, and having her last breakfast with her family. Riley headed out on the open road on her first bike that her father gave to her, it was the only one that felt right to travel in. A backpack full of necessities, bike stocked and ready to go. Riley, now Scout, set out on the open road heading up North to New York for her first stop. Taking her time and stopping off wherever she pleased, Scout felt no place too uninteresting to discover. Once arriving to New York she left rather quickly. Wasn't entirely her scene. Deciding she was close enough up North, she felt the need to go a bit further East and landed on Boston as a stopping point for Maine. Once arriving in Boston, her bike decided to shit out so now she's stranded for a bit living it up in an air bnb she's renting out weekly. Only planning to stay until her bike is fixed...that is unless something else keeps her there.

strings

⎯⎯⎯⎯The One⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{She's not really all too sure if she wants to find her soulmate. After her parents, she is a little jaded from the idea of it. Though of course this hasn't stopped her from dating and having fun, just the idea seems far-fetched..}
⎯⎯⎯⎯Memaw⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{Memaw was her bestfriend, and she finally severed the thread right before leaving for her trip. Tying up the knot and seeing it as a moment in her life to move forward in life, and leave her best friend to rest..}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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other information

dialogue colour: gray
faceclaim: Imogen Lehtonen
theme song: You Don't Own Me

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Strings

Ella Alvarez

31 ● female ● hetero

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summary

A strict believer in making her dreams a reality Ella is the name and makeup is the game, soon to be seen on all billboards near you.

brief history

Gabriella didn't grow up with the finer things in life, though she always dreamed of obtaining them. Growing up in New York, New York the future makeup guru would learn a harsh lesson from the streets. Her family owned a corner store in a more Latina based block outside of Buschwick - her family was known around there for providing the surrounding area with immediate amenities. Once Gabriella became old enough she'd find herself spending hours at the family store while her parents took up some other kind of job to help keep the family going. As the years went on, life seemed to get a bit tougher. The shop found itself victim to a few driveby shootings, none targeting the shop but just happened to be the background of the unfortunate events.
Living above the store really did no better justice to these late night happenings. Aside from the jarring sounds of a gunshots going off whilst you're dead asleep, many more happenings around the blocks would cause Gabriella to constantly daydream.
She wondered what life would be like when she was old enough to leave, and you can bet she was gonna make that happen. For whatever reason, after discovering her mothers fire-red lipstick, Gabriella found herself drawn to makeup. Fashion came next, but really anything that hugged her body was good enough for her. Makeup though was really where her heart landed, she'd buy as many lipsticks as she could with what paychecks she got. No brand was safe, she delved into everyone trying to find the perfect shade, the next best face primer, the most vibrant eyeshadow. Her mother and father disapproved of course, at 14 she was looking a far bit more grown up than she needed to. So she was condemned to not wear it till she was out from under their roof. This only drove the girl to really evacuate the area.
Around 21, Gabriella ended up falling in love with a lawyer and moving towards the upper end of New York. He was rich, sweet, and was in love with the sight of the girl. Gabriella was at first oblivious to the blatant disrespect he would give her at times in front of his colleagues, but it all went past her pretty little head as she now melted into the upper class society. Three years after living with him he proposed, another three years later - his true colors began to come out. Though he would usually make snarky comments to her while he was drunk, they became more frequent and hurtful. From insults to her intelligence, to eventually low blows at her family. Which is where this would begin to take a toll on her and her feelings towards the man. Her family was everything to her, they worked hard and made it possible for her to grow up. But he was also making it possible for her to live the life she wanted. Gabriella had no idea what to do. She was able to find a job, but it was as a manager in a higher end retail clothing outlet that her fiance found her a job in. Slowly over a few months she began to save every penny she could, and collecting all the jewelry she could pawn in the future.
At last the day came, well night rather, where she took her chance and disappeared. Boston was a good enough distance away, and would become her new home. All alone at the age of 27, Gabriella had to start her way from the ground up. Her biggest struggle was finding a place to live at first - moving from hotel to hotel till finally she found herself a loft inside the city. Her luck peeked as right before she found her new home, she found a job inside a Sephora as a makeup consult. Compared to all the other women who had gone to beauty school, her knowledge on many things was slightly lacking but her technique was rather flawless. She was hired on the spot, which meant things would look up for her there. For now she resides in the city, living this 'new' life for the past 4 years. She hasn't heard from her ex, and is now at ease with the idea that he has not a care for her in the world. Ella is concerned with moving up in the makeup world and perhaps opening her own line someday, it would be based on the colors and accents from her childhood. Another dream of hers she would make a reality, one day.

strings

⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯

other information

dialogue colour: palevioletred
faceclaim: Diane Guerrero
theme song:

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Riley Scout De'Rose

28 ● femme ● hetero

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summary

Raise hell, praise Dale. Raised by her Poppa Dukes so 'Tomboy' is the perfect descriptor for this fine motorcycle ridin' specimen.

brief history

Riley was the only child of her family, and her family consisted of her, her father, and her fathers parents. Her mother had run off sometime ago to fulfil her dream of fucking every guy in the nearby trailer parks for any kind of dope she could score. A relationship with her was but a figment of her imagination. Seeing her unfortunately was not, she'd show up occasionally to her memaw and pepaw's house - singing her redemption song. But of course as fate would have it she was only coming back to steal a few things and pawn it off to get herself more dope. Eventually Jackson, her father, cut these visits off entirely to spare Riley any further heartbreak in the future. The moment she was born in the mountains of North Carolina, Riley only knew the love and warm hugs of her father and grandparents. They did everything in their power to protect her from the sad sight that was her mother. She was given everything she ever needed and wanted, and was always given the proper amount of attention.
Jackson owned his own autobody shop only a few miles down the road from his parents house. When she was younger Riley got the choice of either coming to work, or hanging out with Memaw and Papaw, usually she chose to go with her father. Getting under all the cars, and turning the wrenches for him, watching the cool cars come in really caught her attention. But what made the girl stop in her tracks? Motorcycles. She loved the way people looked when they rode in on them, their sound. Really everything. When she was younger, she could never quite put her finger on it. But now of age, she can confidently say it was the freedom she saw expressed by those that rode the mechanical steeds. She knew one day instead of sitting passenger that she'd be the one driving.
Well, years passed by and many seasons came and went. On her 18th birthday, promising her father she would graduate, Riley received her first motorcycle. It was the shell of a rather old school Harley Bobber. It'd be her first project upon entering her Dad's shop as a mechanic, just so long as she promised now...to do work and then work on the bike in her free time. Of course she was more than obliged to do so, and couldn't even believe she was a mechanic at her fathers shop. Most of her classmates went off to do things such as become doctors, actors/actress', and lord knows what else. Riley decided to become a mechanic. Many of her teachers urged her to do something else, many using sayings such as "Well that pretty face can get you anywhere you want". To which she'd retort "I don't want any of those things than to own a bike and ride across America. That's what I want". So nothing and no one came in the way of these dreams, which she finally achieved at the ripe age of 18. It didn't take her very to long to fix the bike, but as everything in her life was shining gold, fate would have it and her Memaw fell ill. Putting a halt on everything in her life.
For years her Memaw would battle lung cancer, they all urged her to stop smoking years ago but she old bat was so stubborn. "I'm on the road to heaven anyways! I'll do what I please!" Her father always insisted Riley got her attitude from her Memaw, and not the older she became the more she was able to see it. Memaw put up the good fight for years to come, and Riley could either be found at work or home with her Grandparents cooking and cleaning for them. Her Pepaw was a man that couldn't be deterred and was usually found outside making the gardens look however Memaw wanted, he loved her so much he'd do anything that woman asked. They waited on her hand and foot until one morning in the winter, Memaw didn't wake up from going to bed the night before. This was when Riley was 24 and her world was shook for years to come after that. The gardens were still tended too, and life moved on rightfully so after her passing. But there was one less place at the dinner table that was filled with her delicious cooking. Thankfully she had taught Riley many of the family recipes so she was able to cook all the family goodies for holidays, but it wasn't the same with out her croaking at Pepaw to slow down on the beers at dinner, or berate Jackson with questions about why he wouldn't remarry. It seemed to become a bit more silent in the household, but the love and support only grew from there.
Finally four years later, Riley felt that her home life was a bit more stable these days. Her Grandfather was in good health, and her fathers Autobody shop was doing more business than ever. He had so many hired hands now, including Pepaw who worked the counter, that she felt comfortable enough to take her trip across and around the US. Packing her things, and having her last breakfast with her family. Riley headed out on the open road on her first bike that her father gave to her, it was the only one that felt right to travel in. A backpack full of necessities, bike stocked and ready to go. Riley, now Scout, set out on the open road heading up North to New York for her first stop. Taking her time and stopping off wherever she pleased, Scout felt no place too uninteresting to discover. Once arriving to New York she left rather quickly. Wasn't entirely her scene. Deciding she was close enough up North, she felt the need to go a bit further East and landed on Boston as a stopping point for Maine. Once arriving in Boston, her bike decided to shit out so now she's stranded for a bit living it up in an air bnb she's renting out weekly. Only planning to stay until her bike is fixed...that is unless something else keeps her there.

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Harlow Marie Luntz

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Harley
• Blackbird

| | A G E | |

17, 11/21

| | G E N D E R | |

Female

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Hetero with some curiosities

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

She is currently looking for a job, but does photography and calls her business idea "Blackbird Studios"

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Junior

| | R O L E | |

Burners/Skaters/Emos/Goths/Rebels
She floats around these influencers

| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• Twirls her hair around her fingers when in distress
• Has very very sticky fingers when it comes to clothing and makeup
• She has a head twitch that happens occasionally, nothing sets it off in particular. Looks like she is nodding her head twice.
• Takes random videos/pictures at times for her own personal 'memory collection', she downloads them all into an external harddrive and hides it in her room.

| | D R E A M S | |

"I mean like....I think my biggest dream would be to become famous or something. Maybe a model, that'd be so cool. Travel all over the world, I'd take my sister with me everywhere I cant like leave her behind like that. Honestly she'd kill me....if I ever became a fashion designer I'd make her my model. Oh man that'd be so dope, a fucking fashion designer! Can you imagine? I can. So dope.".

| | L I K E S | |

• Buying new clothes, always
• Hanging out with her sister
• Impressing the boys
• Horror movies
• Sneaking out with her sister
• Emo/Alternative/Pop Punk Music
• Makeup
• Taking pictures
• Trying anything once
• Cats
• Aggressive guys
• Dressing her sister up and making her model for her
• Alcohol

| | D I S L I K E S | |

• Being turned down
• Forced conversations
• Being ignored
• Greasy food
• When her sister steals her clothes
• When her mother tries to be a mother
• Spiders
• Anyone who hurts her sister
• Missing out on anything
• The sound that emits from her mothers bedroom
• Doctors offices

| | F E A R S | |

There are quite a few things that get her blood rushing and pulse rising, one being the thought of losing her sister. Harlow has leaned on Eden in times of need, and always found comfort in her - she was blessed in some way to have her best friend be her sister. If she ever were to lose her Harlow has mentioned a few times that she'd just kill herself.
Aside from this major loss that frightens the young girl, she has very remedial things that cause her to freak out. She is a classic girl in the sense that snakes and spiders will get a good scream out of her, she isn't a fan of heights, and refuses to sleep in the same room as a porcelain doll. They've always freaked her out since she was a small child, the movie Chucky didn't help.

| | H I S T O R Y | |

Harlow could drone on about her past, but quite frankly she didn't know much about it and also didn't care to elaborate on how her mother was a raging whore. The only true blessing Harlow could think of in her life was the day that Eden was born and graced this earth. The two would become inseparable once old enough, and this would begin their life long friendship. If it wasn't for Eden, Harlow was certain she wouldn't have made it through all the long moaning nights that escaped from behind their mothers bedroom door. Of course, this all began after Eden's father left when they were at the ages of 3 and 2. She personally didn't remember too much about him. It didn't matter if she remembered anyone anyways, when there seemed to be a different guy each and every month. As often as men rotated through their lives so did babysitters. None of them stayed long thanks to their mothers extravagant lifestyle - ensuring she'd be home by 9 but slipping in far more later than what she promised. The extra compensation never worked to keep any of them around.

Growing up to a mother that acknowledged you but was rarely around was a rather interesting life to lead. Thankfully Harlow had Eden in her life and was never truly left alone. Though their mother supplied them with just about anything they wanted, it didn't stop Harlow from picking apart their mothers closet and playing dress up. Harlow could usually be found there - wearing her makeup, putting on clothes that were sizes far too big for her and parading around the house like some model. Eventually she began to make Eden her model and would dress her up for hours. Her own personal living and breathing Barbie doll, though Eden didn't seem to mind at all. Harlow always showed a love for fashion, makeup, and posing in front of cameras. So it was always known that they were gonna play dressup at least once a day.

When the girls hit their teens Harlows love for fashion continued to flourish, so much so that she picked up another new hobbie. Stealing. She was a bit of klepto these days, her hands were magnets to anything that spoke to her. She was stealing anything from her mothers credit card, which stopped after she memorized it, to shoes, clothes and makeup from the outlet shops. Harlow never considered her sisters feelings on the matter, then again Eden was caught wearing her clothes all the time so it must've not bothered her that bad. Everything she stole was documented through her camera, that she also stole, videos and pictures galore of her parading around in the stolen goods. Harlow hadn't a care in the world about the situation, as long as she was getting what she wanted. But as life goes, her luck had run out and was caught in a higher end local shop with over $100 of their clothes in her bag. Her mother attempted to give her a parental speech on the way home from picking her up from the Sheriffs office, but those words fell on deaf ears. It always bothered Harlow when she tried to be an actual mother.

Apparently Harlow's stunt was rather "embarrassing" and they needed a new fresh start somewhere far far from the Chicago area. Apparently the Sheriff that picked her up was one of her Mothers flings and well...there went her luck with the rest of the Officers. A few days later their mother sat the girls down and made the announcement.

"Language. But yes, I'm serious. Pack your stuff up, movers will be here in a few days to grab everything and we're driving there. I've already bought a house, it'll be a fresh, clean slate". Her eyes narrowed at Harlow, but the girls were looking to each other. A small devilish smile placed on both of their faces, eyes gleaming with excitement. Beverly Hills was what she wanted. Harlow was enthralled it'd put her closer to being able to reach her dream in fashion. So of course right after this news she yelled out hugging her mom in a very rare moment and dashed upstairs to begin to pack. Squeals of excitement could be heard from her room as she dreamed of walking the runway, owning her own clothing line, becoming some kind of fashion icon in society.
This was it.

| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Soccer, surprisingly she's decent at it
• Photography, of course this fashion oriented diva is in Photography class. You can usually find her taking part in the yearbook.

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |

• Math, only mildly decent at it because of her shopping addiction.
• Art, absolutely excels here and is always involved.

| W O R S T |

• Science, she only picks her head up when something is being lit on fire.
• Foreign Language - "Come again?"

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

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FC = Hanna Beth Merjos

Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: First Year

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Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: First Year

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Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: First Year

Rosalina Perova

| Rosa - Ros(i)e |

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"I don't have anything against you in particular...it's anyone that gets in my way."

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Name

Rosalina Elizabeth Perova

Birthday & Age

11/21
27 years old

Gender & Sexual Orientation

Herterosexual

Occupation

1st year Resident - highly interested in Cardio

Appearance

Standing at around 5'5", and on the petite end of the weight scale - is Rosa. She usually keeps her brown shoulder length hair up in a bun or ponytail whilst at work. Because of her small frame, it is easily noticed that her scrubs and jacket tend to hang off her body in a baggie fashion. On the clock, Rosa tends to keep her face clean of all makeup, the one thing she never leaves the door without though - is either a nude or deep red lipstick.

Outside of the hospital, Rosa wears her hair down with deep waves/curls. Her style is a bit retro, and tends to wear loose fitting clothes outside of work. She is always seen wearing something rather 'classy' than 'risqué,' just claiming it isn't her style. She has two distinct moles - one above her upper lip right under her nose, the other resting on her left cheek.

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"When she walks its like a samba,
Swings so cool and sways so gently"

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Personality

The Positive:

• Work Oriented
• Self-Confident
• Courteous

The Negative:

• Secretive
• Controlling
• Independent

Evaluation Observations:
The only true being that knows Rosa - is Beasely. The laid back 8 year old Siamese cat that she's had since he was but a small kitten. When she is away from everyone, Rosa indulges into a nice Malbec bottle, and some classic Bosa Nova tunes. Dancing around her apartment to ease the tension of her terrible days at work. She seems to be a bit more chipper alone than around others. Enjoying the bit of freedom she gets from behind the hospital walls. Though get drunk around her and you will see this fun side of her, it's usually packed away tightly in her hall closet with any of her other skeletons she hides.

Actual Personality:
Though of course like anyone, she is more open to those that are closest to her - Rosa is still a bit closed off. She had no traumatic life incident that caused her to be a bit more reserved than others, just how she's always been. When it comes to elders and superiors Rosa is the most polite person, making sure to use every ounce of respect she can give. Many might call this 'brown nosing' in the right situation. Though she doesn't end these pleasantries to her coworkers, you can also find her extending her respect out to them as well. Aside from this, Rosa pushes herself to constantly be on top and be the best - even if it means over stepping a boundary. Failing this internship isn't an option for her.
When a trauma busts through the hospital doors, Rosa is usually first on the scene. Stressful situations have always been meant with a calm and level head - which is why she felt she would be best in surgery. Nothing exactly caused her to squirm in disgust, everything was met with a brimming and bright interest.
Love has always been fleeting for her, mainly because of her dominating and controlling personality. Wanting to be the one slightly in charge, and making all the decisions. So someone who can keep her in her place would be ideal, but it seems that she finds men who let her walk all over them and its these relationships that don't last long in her life. Aka - she's been in many relationships and labels herself a 'hopeless romantic'. All because she finds herself getting bored with a man that lets himself be ran over by her.

History:
A simple life is all that someone could ask for, and it's exactly what Rosa got. She grew up in the suburbs outside of Philly - went to school, got good grades, grew up with both parents. Rosa had no complaints growing up. Her family was middle-class, so she never experienced any financial hardships. Her parents always ensuring that their children got everything they needed to enjoy their time whilst growing up. Rosa was the middle child of 3. Damien was her older brother at 31, and Jared her younger at 23. Growing up with two brothers is believed to be the reason that Rosa is a bit more forward with her attitude - yours would be too if you had the most annoying brothers in the world.
After all the siblings grew older, each of them started to choose their paths. Damien wanted to become a Lawyer, Rosa a Med Lab Technician, and Jared a Pro Football player. Out of the three, Jared didn't exactly see anything past being a Pro Football player, so the other two just kinda always encouraged him knowing it was a likely dead ended career....especially when you weren't all that good at football. Upon entering her first year of College - Rosa would meet her future fiancé, Jorge. The two would court for about a year, and date few a few years after that. He would pop the question a week before graduation, and a week before she got the news that she was accepted at a hospital out west.
Despite this being the worst hardship she ever had to endure in her life - the arguing of whether she would go or not. It was decided that Jorge would meet her out there eventually. As his schooling and preaccepted internship at a Lawyers Office would find him trapped in Philly for another few years.
Also, what would ya know - Rosa was accepted at CMH as a part time Phlebotomist/Full Time MLT. She mainly found herself in the Lab testing every kind of Human secretion there is. But her interest changed quickly, shortly after she joined CMH. Watching the surgeons and occasionally being the room during consults as she drew blood - led to the discovery that she wanted to become a Surgeon. So with some strings pulled - at the age of 20 - Rosa went back to school in California and began her schooling. Eventually leaving CMH and returning as an Intern years later. The upside to this is that Rosa knows a few faces, and seems to have a small foot in the door here - but everything is a lot more cut throat when you're coming back at the bottom of the food chain.

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"Above all, don't fear difficult moments. The best comes from them." - Rita Levi-Montalcini

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My Dreams

"One day...One day I just want to be the best Cardio Surgeon there is. Admittedly - savings lives is amazing...but holding a living..beating heart in your hand? Just kinda takes your breath away. If one day I can just understand the whole thing, and know what to do every time there is a complication...that'd be the day my dream came true".

Fears

• The loss of her parents
• Any kind of big failure
• Heights
• A patient dying directly because of her
• Spooders

Likes

• Coffee/Hot Tea
• Classical Music
• Gourmet Food
• Cooking
• Studying new procedures
• Blood
• Red Wine

Dislikes

• Bland food
• Chocolate
• Liars
• Not knowing the answer
• Rude people
• Being late
• Babies

Reputation

Many people know Rosa as a well adjusted, and well mannered human. She has no ill-will for anyone, and doesn't wish any harm on others. But the biggest thing, is that she likes to succeed. It has been known that she will do what she can to come out on top - and get the approval of her Superiors. Amongst her peers - many may not be the biggest fan of this slight know it all/kiss ass. Amongst the Superiors - well some like her enthusiasm, others find it rather annoying.

Extra information

| Currently Engaged - wears ring on necklace and doesn't talk about engagement. Fiancé lives across the country.
| Owns one cat named Beasley
| Lives alone in an apartment a few blocks from the Hospital.

Edmund - Head of Pediatrics

|Ed | Eddie | Dr Cortez|

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"Loving, smiling...it was all a lot easier when she was around. Now its like I have to learn how to walk again."

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Name

Edmund Roman Cortez

Birthday & Age

12/05
37 years old

Gender & Sexual Orientation

Hetero

Occupation

Head Surgeon in the Pediatrics Department

Appearance

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"It's midnight's late reminder of
The loss of her, the one I love."

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Personality

The Positive:

• Knowledgeable
• Witty
• Reliable

The Negative:

• Blunt
• Short Tempered
• Distant

Evaluation Observations:
Edmund still resides in the house that he and his late wife bought together - here he lives a life of solitude. Nothing has exactly changed, except that now the house is filled with the mourning sounds of older country music. He sinks into his depression when he is alone, mumbling along drunkenly to the lyrics of the next side song he decides to play. Though he does try and break out of this routine by working out. It is a weird emotional rollercoaster he rides, but he tries to push through it all anyways.

Actual Personality:
Outside of his sad little den of a house, Edmund is keeps to himself. He doesn't exactly include himself into conversations unless brought in. He is known to everyone as a serious being, it is a rarity to see him laugh outside of a bar. Ed tends to be extremely harsh to those that are on his Service, but in turn - its also because he doesn't want anyone fucking up on his service. He wants every to succeed - and if you can't handle his teaching methods, he'd prefer you just leave.

History:
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"All your life, you will be faced with a choice. You can choose love or hate…I choose love." - Johnny Cash Name of person who said quote

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My Dreams

"My biggest dream come true would be to see my wife walk through those days with our unborn daughter....but realistically? It's to do what I can to prevent anyone from feeling the loss I've felt.."

Fears

• List as many as you want

Likes

• The ocean
• The miracle of life
• Beer
• Watching people's passion grow in the Pediatrics department
• Anything that can hold his attention

Dislikes

• Suck ups
• Compact cars
• Anyone bringing up his deceased wife
• Silence
• Pop Music

Reputation

"McDick"
No, not because of any phyical blessings - he is known as an asshole.

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