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Snowed "Inn" - A Wintery SoL RP [Full]

i am so sorry if there is anything wrong, i am so high rn

S o r c h a M e s a
S o r c h a M e s a

"Do you like scary movies?"
— Scream (1996)

Sorcha Mesa

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Sorcha Nora O'Sullivan Mesa

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30 - December 21

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Ciudad de México, Mexico

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Director / Producer / Writer

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Sorcha is a passionate and dedicated woman that will pour everything into the current project she is working on. A perfectionist, a trait that runs in the family, Sorcha will work herself to the bone until everything and everyone is just as she imagined. It doesn't matter if Sorcha has to go through sleepless nights editing the screenplay, the script, or the visuals. Her fear of failure and obsession with her projects is what drives Sorcha, almost to the point of exhaustion.
While Sorcha could be pretty intense in her work, she does try to make room for relaxation. Outside of her work, the woman likes to go on adventures to places she's never been to. She enjoys new experiences and the change that it brings to her life. Sorcha isn't afraid to delve into the unknown and instead embraces it, using her experiences around her to fuel her creativity. She likes to call herself an observant woman, always reading into people to try to figure them out. With that said, Sorcha isn't afraid to voice her opinion and cares very little about what people might think of her. She usually has a witty or sarcastic remark to give when people give her shit, which she takes none of.
Sorcha loves to talk with random people on the streets and restaurants, often just enjoying small talk or those deep conversations that make you question the meaning of life- but never anything about herself. Really, Sorcha is chill with pretty much everyone she meets. Although she could be a bit of a flirt, especially when a beautiful person is in front of her.

_{B A C K S T O R Y :}

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Born in Mexico City to Mayra Mesa-O'Sullivan and Declan O'Sullivan, Sorcha grew up along with her three sisters. Her mother was a famous singer in Mexico, and her father was an Oscar-winning actor. Talent flowed in their veins, so it came as no surprise when her older sister began to express her interests in acting or singing. Their parents wasted no time; as soon as she could sit up, their parents had started to influence them with music, classical films, and many music lessons.
In school, Sorcha was that loud kid that ran around screaming at the top of her lungs. She was a little troublemaker since day one all the way to Juilliard. She'd often had witty remarks or sarcastic comments that didn't fly well with the teachers or professors. Sorcha was a smart and responsible student; she got all of her assignments done, showed up to time for every casting and rehearsal- but holy shit, could she be a little shit. She would always pull pranks on her professors, skip class to watch movies with the potheads, and spend a serious amount of hours playing video games.
Her love for film came from horror films first; during her first year at Juilliard, Sorcha wrote her first successful screenplay for her writing class. Very quickly, she became a fan of classic horror films that just kept growing and growing.
Her first real film was named Deep Into the Abyss, a horror film filled with soft monochromic colors and dark themes. That got her name out there; soon, there were more films, one after the other, all revolved around darker themes in life surrounded by so many beautiful scenery and dreamlike colors. That had become Sorcha's signature, something that she didn't mind much. That was until she began to lose interest in her own films. Everything just seemed... the same.
So, in typical Sorcha action, she decided to drop everything for a month, only telling her cat sitter, and left to embark on a trip. She didn't let anyone else know where she was going. Sorcha had one goal; to pull herself from the creative block and get back to her roots - horror. Unfortunately, she didn't have many miles and the fastest place she could go was Michigan.

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FC:Mishel Prada // 6E6277

• Sorcha is bisexual, with a preference towards women.
• Her movie, Twin Flames, was nominated for best picture.
• She has two cats, Bonbon and Panchito.
• She smokes pot, like a lot of pot. Eats it too.
• Big k-pop fan.
• Wants to make a fantasy movie next, not sure where to start.
• Sorcha knows how to speak English, Spanish, French, and some Gaelic.
• Used to be married to an actor named Davis Woodlock but divorced after a year of being married. And no, she will not talk about it.

Post a random fact about yourself.

when i say cowboy i don't mean the american cowboys, i guess it would be closer to a charro??? or mexican cowboys? wish i knew how to explain it better. the vibe is different though!

Post a random fact about yourself.

still can't believe i scored a hot cowboy

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

A o k i R e y n a S a n d s t r ö m
A o k i R e y n a S a n d s t r ö m

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I N T E R A C T I O N S: L I L Y A L E S S I E @The Muse@ArticBeaver}

Aoki arched an eyebrow but didn't say anything about the girl's sudden change in demeanor. Weird. Yet not unusual. Traveling around the world and then living in a city full of strange weirdos, Aoki had seen her fair share of odd behaviors. She was familiar with it, after all.

"I'm not drawing anyone, girly." Aoki winked up at the dark-haired girl above her. She then turned her attention to the other woman. "Although, you'd be a delight to draw." Aoki placed her sketchbook back on the table just as a cop walked in; she instantly wrinkled her nose towards his direction for a second before turning her attention back to the two other women. It was clear that she did not like him, or any authority figure at that, but effortlessly forced a smile towards the dark-haired woman.

"The cheesecake is good." Aoki confirmed, "But I think the cinnamon bagel twice toasted with cream cheese is just a bit better." She tapped her index finger on her chin as if deep in thought. "Or maybe they are both equally good. I guess it really depends on your tastes, girly."

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S a n t i a g o C a l d e r o n D i a z

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Cold. Santiago could feel a cold hand on his bare back, sending shivers down his spine to his toes and back up. As much as he tried, he couldn't open his eyes. His head hurt too much like someone was trying to force his skull open with a jackhammer. Still, his mind was slowly putting the puzzle pieces back together while he lay there.

The Fox Hole Tavern. Drinks, shots, a friendly stranger. Lying about his age, looking a lot older than 27. Probably in his mid-30s, trying to impress the small town local that Santiago was. Something about passing by, a trucker. Going back home to visit his wife and two daughters in Seattle. Santiago couldn't remember anything else, not even a name.

Ha, he could remember the wife and kids but not the stranger's name.

"You're awake. Got you some "

Santiago hummed, keeping his eyes closed as he sat up, hand on his hand as if to help with the pounding pain. Fuck, Mark and Susan were going to kill him. His phone was probably dead by now; he was in dire need of an upgrade. The battery life on that iPhone was shit now.

"Not really." Santiago groaned, finally opening his eyes to catch the stranger walking into the bathroom, fully clothed now. Santiago didn't even remember what the guy looked like naked. "Coffe would- fuuuuuuuu" He scrambled out of bed and to the pile of his clothes that lay by the door. He fumbled around for his phone, groaning when he didn't feel it in the pockets of his jeans.

"In the bathroom, it's charging. It kept vibrating, saw it was almost going to die." The stranger said, poking his head out of the bathroom to look at Santiago. "Nothing to worry about, didn't go through it."

Santiago nodded, slipping on his boxers and rushing past the stranger to his phone. Yup. He was going to be dead meat when he got home. Ten missing texts from Susan, 12 from Mark, and a total of 13 missed calls from them both.

"You didn't mention you lived with your parents."

"They're not my parents." Santiago glanced at the stranger, eyes darting over the well-groomed beard and gentle warm brown eyes. "I'll get out of your hair." He unplugged his phone, mumbling thanks before turning around to the room change back into his clothes from the night before.

After changing, Santiago hurried out of the room, closing the door just in time as the stranger called out his name. Without a clue, Santi climbed down the stairs from the rooms of the Fox Hole and down to the bar where it looked like business had started.

Great, and now Reya and Ruben would see him doing the walk of shame. Not that it was the first time.

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Snowed "Inn" - A Wintery SoL RP

I'm in!

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

Sorry I haven't posted, some personal stuff is happing atm but I got a post for Santi almost finished up. Will write something for Aoki and hopefully post both of them together if that's okay!

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

A o k i R e y n a S a n d s t r ö m
A o k i R e y n a S a n d s t r ö m

_{L O C A T I O N: C O S Y B E A R C A F E
I N T E R A C T I O N S: L I L Y A L E S S I E @The Muse , B E T H R O W L A N D @ArticBeaver}

When Aoki worked on her art, she got tunnel vision on nothing but her work. When one of the waiters came to deliver her green tea matcha latte and bagel, she hadn't even noticed until the scent of the freshly made bagel graced her nose it finally broke her trance. By then, Aoki had finished detailing one of the pillars of the Gothic Catholic Church she was currently working on. One of her most loyal and long-term clients had requested a sleeve for him, unaware that she had moved states. When Aoki explained the situation, the man didn't care and said he would go to her once the sketch was approved. A bit surprised, Aoki agreed to this and began her work. That had been almost a month ago. The drawing in front of her was the final tattoo.

So when the bell chimed, and a loud girl walked into the cafe, Aoki was far gone into her work that she had paid her no mind. Even when the stranger sat behind her and peeked over her shoulder, it was her voice that startled Aoki, making her jump in her seat. Aoki turned her head and gave the stranger a look before she turned back and brought the sketchbook close to her face, eyes darting across the paper to see if any damage, smudges, or markings.

"Dude, watch it next time." Aoki gave the girl a once over before rolling her eyes and taking the sketchbook to show the friendly stranger. "You can look," Her tone was a bit playful now, the annoyance just a few seconds ago gone. "but not touch." For those who knew her, this was Aoki's limited way to be friendly.

"I'm a tattoo artist, so I guess an artist of sorts." Her voice was smooth, still with a playful tone. She looked at the girl, her eyes instead of focusing on the new figure behind her that seemed to be starting their way. She acknowledged the staring by tilting her head to the side just the slightest and flashing a half-smile before turning her eyes back to the stranger before her. "Please don't ask me to draw you." She said, a playful smile gracing her tinted lips.

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

U l i s e s A n t o n i o R a m i r e z
U l i s e s A n t o n i o R a m i r e z

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I N T E R A C T I O N S: N / A}

Mornings started early for Ulises. He had to go out to the fields and meet up with his staff. They were in the middle of growing the seasonal batch and since the day had blessed them with the rain there was very little that they had to do. Most of the morning was spent caring for the animals, Ulises usually took care of the feeding, his favorite part was feeding the barn cats.

By the time he was done, Luna was already up and ready for her breakfast. By the time Alexis, the live-in nanny was done getting Luna ready for her day Ulises had already cooked and served breakfast for the three of them. Alexis usually spent the mornings out around the grounds with Luna exploring or some lessons. But since it seemed like the rain wasn't going to stop any time soon she planned a movie day and forts. Ulises agreed to get back home just in time to watch a movie with them.

He still had to load his truck with some of the fresh produce their local market needed. He couldn't delay this delivery since he had to cancel the last one due to Luna catching a stomach bug. He'd been too worry and none of his employees knew how to drive a truck he'd have to cancel. Would have been fine, if it wasn't raining cats and dogs at the moment.

Ulises kissed Luna's forehead and waved his goodbyes to Alexis he slipped on his boots and threw on the heavy raincoat before leaving out the door to help load the truck.

It was around 8 am when he arrived at the market and the rain had worsened. Luckily his new raincoat was living up to the Amazon ratings as it kept most of the water out of the coat's warm interior. Unloading the truck was always a lot more time-consuming than actually loading it. They had to make sure that everything was going to the right place with the right amount and then double-check again to make sure nothing was missing from the order. By the time Ulises was done with everything, he was hungry again. So he drove his truck down the street and parked a few steps away from the Fox Hole.

Ulises jogged into the shop, sighing in relief when he was finally out of the rain and into the dry warm room.

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

A o k i R e y n a S a n d s t r ö m
A o k i R e y n a S a n d s t r ö m

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I N T E R A C T I O N S: N / A}

Morning rituals were important for Aoki. She would wake up early in the morning, just before sunrise, to run around town, get home around 6 am for some yoga, and get ready for her regular coffee and bagel in the local cafe. This change of pace had been easy for her to adapt to. From noisy mornings full of shouting, honking, and the packed busses to a run in the morning and still have enough time to treat herself for breakfast in a lovely homey cafe. One could say Aoki was living the dream.

Partly anyway.

Aoki was still very much a stranger in Sanctuary, a pretty conservative town at that. A girl with bleached hair and eyebrows walking around with arms covered in tattoos wasn't something you see very often in these types of town. Still, she did everything to act friendly around the locals, always buying from the local stores and markets, offering help whenever she could. It had started to work; the people in the Cosy Bear Cafe already knew what to expect when she walked through their door around 8 in the morning.

"A large green tea latte, iced and a cinnamon bagel with cream cheese, please." That was her usual order, sometimes she would replace the bagel for a coffee cake or another type of bread, but today was a bagel type day.

Aoki shook off her coat and pulled the laptop, sketchbook, and phone from her bag while she waited for her order. She usually spent around two hours inside the coffee replying to emails, sketching new ideas for tattoos, or just browsing the web before leaving for the shop. But since today's weather looked like it wasn't going to clear out anytime, she decided to take the day off from working on her shop and decided to spend some of it in town.

She could take the time to meet a few more of the locals, maybe visit the Tavern later on and drop by the market for a few more vegetables.

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

Aoki Reyna Sandström

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______________________________________ N A M E : Aoki Reyna Sandström G E N D E R : Female S E X U A L I T Y : Bi-Ace A G E : 27 - March 21 O C C U P A T I O N : Owner of Raven's Nest Tattoo Shop A P P E R A N C E : With an above-average height, Aoki stands almost at 6 feet with dyed pastel blue hair and matching blue eyes. Both of her ears are pierced and adorned with silver star-themed earrings and hoops. Aoki also sports various tattoos over her body with both arms being covered with traditional Japanese and Swedish designs. Her left leg is also covered with a Japanese dragon wrapped around her leg and up her torso. Not exactly who you would see in a quiet town like this one. P E R S O N A L I T Y : Intense, Confrontational, Confident, Unpredictable, Playful, Witty, Flirty, Messy, Selfish, Ambitious, Blunt B I O : Originally from Japan, Aoki spent most of her childhood traveling between countries due to her mother's career. It wasn't until Aoki was in her teens that they finally settled in Los Angeles, California. There, Aoki began to hang out with the wrong crowds of people while her mother occupied herself with her new lover and soon-to-be baby sibling. It was clear that Aoki's mother had only dragged her around the world with her for those extra brownie points that came in the form of good publicity and sponsors. All the while her mother doted on her new family, Aoki spent most of her days either in her room drawing or out and about with her little group of friends avoiding her mother's boyfriend at all cost. At the age of 16, Aoki got her first tattoo and fell in love with the art form. At 18 she had scored an apprenticeship and at 19 she had saved up enough money to move out of her mother's house. While life was looking up for Aoki, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. She struggled the first five years living alone with finding work, often having to work at a tattoo shop and waiting tables in the local Oaxacan restaurant near her apartment. Her love life was no better, a few of her boyfriends and girlfriends were either abusive or manipulative or both. Finally having enough to live, Aoki took all of her hard-earned equipment and everything she deemed important and moved to a new city. A fresh start with lower rents and an opportunity to open up her own tattoo shop.

Ulises Antonio Ramirez

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______________________________________ N A M E : Ulises Antonio Ramirez G E N D E R : Male A G E : 30 - November 13 S E X U A L I T Y : Bisexual O C C U P A T I O N : Farmer and Owner of "Casa Blanca" A P P E R A N C E : Ulises, a tower and bulky man of 6'5" is often seen wearing jeans, his trusty boots, and a flannel. His skin is tanned from work hours outside on the farm and his hands are calloused. His nails are often badly painted in a range of colors, sometimes they are neon, other times they are pastel. P E R S O N A L I T Y : Friendly, Gentle, Stubborn, Oblivious, Patient, Understanding, Reserved, Impulsive, Laidback B I O : The Ramirez family has lived in Sanctuary since it was a bustling miner town to the quiet farm town it is now. Since its start, his family has had strong ties with the town, making them one of the few families with influences tied to the Mayor. That was, at least, until Ulises took ahold of the family land when his parents passed. While Ulises spent the better part of his childhood and teenage years in Sanctuary, he moved to Santa Barbara in California for college. He rushed through college, double majoring in Engineering and English. By the time Ulises was 26, he had finished with his studies and was in the process of writing a book when the news came to him. A one-night stand had resulted in a kid he had not been aware of for three months since she had been born. Mary had been forced to carry the baby to full term due to her mother's religion, but she did not want to keep the baby. Instead of giving her up to adoption, Mary contacted Ulises. Ecstatic by the news of a daughter, he gladly took his daughter and agreed to care for her until Mary was ready, and when and if she were prepared, they would have shared custody. Unfortunately, Ulises did not plan on the next thing life had in plan for him three years later. Both of his parents passed away in a car accident and left the farm under his name. During his stay in Sanctuary, he fell in love with the countryside and the quietness of the town. Luna enjoyed the outdoors, the farm animals, and the space. So after the funeral, Ulises decided to stay.

Santiago Calderon Diaz

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______________________________________ N A M E : Santiago "Santi" Calderon Diaz G E N D E R : Male A G E : 23 - December 23 S E X U A L I T Y : Pansexual O C C U P A T I O N : Unemployed ATM A P P E R A N C E : Santiago looks short due to his hunched over form and slumped shoulders but stands at a rough 5'10" with short messy brown hair, pale green eyes and dark circles under his eyes that never seem to go away. He often dresses in warm colors with various band t-shirts, Docs, and a backpack that carries his tablet and various travel-sized art supplies. P E R S O N A L I T Y : Lazy, Nonchalant, Patient, Friendly, Observant, Down to Earth, Realistic, Cynical B I O : Santiago was given up for adoption when he was about eleven years old. He doesn't remember his parents much, just his mother's pale green eyes and dark flowing hair. He remembers playing with it, but his mother's face is always a blur. He also remembers the cries and screams and the cold floor on his cheek. He was adopted by an elderly couple and brought from Detroit to Sanctuary just before his twelfth birthday. A bit surprised that he had actually been chosen so old, he had trouble adapting to his new life in town. Santiago had doubts about his new family, he had been chosen before, and it had not turned out exactly good. He had little hope, but the love from his new adopted parents won him over years later. Deep down he still had his doubts, as small as they were, they were ever-present in the back of his mind. During his late teens, Santiago graduated from high school with honors and a full ride to UCCS with a full-ride scholarship. Susan and Mark were proud of him as he packed his bags, pet snake, and tablets he left for college. Santiago came back later that semester, not for vacation but because he had dropped out of college. Susan was worried about him and Mark was furious at the mistake Santiago was making. But Santi didn't care. He became distant from his parents, avoiding them as much as he could while still trying to provide for the family. He got a job at the Fox Hole Tavern waiting tables for a year then became a barista at the Cosy Bear Cafe. No work lasted longer than eight or ten months, making Susan worry even more about him. Santiago began to draw and paint, create things with his hand as Susan suggested one morning during breakfast. Mark had thought it stupid, but Santiago found a sense of peace while his brush ran across an empty canvas. Soon enough his room was full of paintings, sketches, and photographs. Mark suggest selling them, Santi liked the idea and so began his little career as an artist. This small change also got Santiago to open back up again, little by little.