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The Four Siblings of Hell

Akiko

{Appearance}


{Theme}
Everything by Helen Jane Long

{Name}
Mori Akiko (or Aki for short)

{Age}
16

{School Year}
Third

{Six Traits}
Conscientious, dedicated, disciplined, sheltered, bashful, coward

{Brief Background}
Aki was raised on the grounds of a traditional Shinto shrine by her parents and grandparents. This upbringing was often rigid, strict, and included lessons on the practice and tradition of rituals. She was expected to become a priestess, or at least a shrine maiden, like her sister, whom she was often compared to. According to her father, however, if she could find a suitable husband to take over the shrine, she could live how her and her husband saw fit. This was important to her father especially, having had no sons to carry on his family name. At the very least he wanted the shrine to survive. This lead to her grandparents' many failed attempts at setting her up on awkward blind dates with boys who were in training to become priests. The shrine, on the other hand, was quite popular and well known in their town for the festivals it hosts.

Aki, however, had different plans and had no desire to lead such a life. She, instead, dreamed of becoming a pastry chef. Despite her lack of interest, Aki still carried an aura of reverence around her. She also continues to wear a blessed jade pendent her grandmother had given her.

It looks something like this

According to her grandmother, it had been pasted down for many generations to the daughter they believed to have the most spiritual potential for the shrine. Aki wasn't sure how valid her story was, but she thought the sentiment was nice. The only times she ever really takes it off is during fencing club practice and while bathing. Aki's current struggle, however, is deciding whether she should reside to living life as her parents wish or somehow finding the courage to tell them their life isn't what she wants.

The Five Demon Princes

All the posts so far have me cracking up. I'm losing it over here XD

Anyone interested in a realistic oc rp?

((Seem okay?))

Name: Emily Kitchell
Age: 17
Description: Short, strong legs, long light (nearly bleach) blond hair, blue eyes, tanned skin
Hobbies: Sleeping, watching anime, cooking/baking, swimming, tanning
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Other Facts: Part of the school swim team and loves spending time outside - specifically in a pool or at the beach; loves cute things, especially stuffed animals; bad at learning foreign languages; favorite subject is gym; while she doesn't bleach her hair, the chlorine from the pool kind of does and tends to leave it rather dead and dry

Emily woke up to a startling vibration under her left side. Rolling onto her back, she quickly slipped the source from under her to discover that one of her best friends Cierra had texted her. With a grunt, Emily opened the text, burning her eyes with the screen's bright light.

~Birdie: Hey, are you comin' to school or what?

The blonde's brows furrowed as she checked the time and it took her disoriented brain a moment to process what she was reading. She was supposed to be in class in ten minutes.

"Oh my God..OH MY GOD!" Throwing herself out of the bed, the young athlete ran for the light, stumbled over her book bag and random articles of dirty laundry in the process, and let out a spew of of profanities as she groped around the room for the light switch. Unfortunately, a while back her addiction to sleeping had lead to her buy blackout curtains for easier midday naps. Now, she was kicking herself of the decision.

With the light finally on, Emily grabbed a dress from her closet in a blind panic. Sliding down the hall in her socks, she glided into the bathroom, closed the door, and quickly changed clothes. She rushed through brushing her teeth and didn't even bother to brush her hair. Instead, she grabbed a hair tie and hoped for the best.

"MOOOOM," she called, swinging open the door. "Start the car! I missed the bus! I'm going to be late!" After sprinting back to her room, Emily threw on some flats, grabbed her book bag, raced down the stairs and out the front door. It wasn't until she was settled into the car that she took the time to breathe. She only had four minutes left to get there. There was no chance she was going to be be on time.

How many times was it allowed until you got a detention? She was sure her number was up. Sighing, she sat back while her mother drove and tied her hair up in a messy bun, hoping people would think it was intentional. Oh, right, I should text her back, she thought, quickly pulling her phone out of her bra.

~Me: Yeah, sorry, B, I overslept. I need to take those curtains down. I had no idea it was even morning when I first woke up. At least that means their working, I guess. Lol

~Me: I'll be there in ten.

B, short for Birdie, was a little nickname Emily liked to use for Cierra. She thought it suited her well because of her last name, her cute face, and her glasses. To Emily, the glasses made Cierra look intelligent, and, growing up, Emily was always told that birds are some of the smartest animals.

During the ride to school, Emily took the time to apply a little makeup to at least seem a little more awake and put together. Once she arrived, it was another race to the finish line. However, this one was more of a stroll because the last thing she needed was to be stopped for running in the halls. Approaching the classroom, she attempted to slide in under the radar with the hopes that she could claim she was just in the bathroom during roll call.

The Inheritance Game: A Complicated Family Roleplay with a Mystery Twist

Me too~! :D

It Follows

Meeeeee~! <3

The Four Siblings of Hell

Sounds like fun!! <3

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

-83

Virtual Reality: Or How I Learned to Stop Thinking and Love the Bob-omb! (A Comedy RP)

It wasn't long after Noel slipped into her coffee bliss that another person entered the room. She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows to him in acknowledgement of his presence. Shortly after he took a seat, Noel noticed the two men by the cookies had shifted their focus from the snacks to the rest of the people in the room.

One stayed back while the taller man came by to introduce himself. Noel's maroon lips stretched out into pained smile in response to his friendly introduction.

"Hey," the brunette replied in her low, throaty voice. She reached out and shook his hand while sipping her coffee with the other. "The name's Noel. It's a pleasure." Her raised brows and slight smile gave way to her amusement as she watched him bounce around the room.

While the man who identified himself as Chester visually seemed a little older than her, Noel found his personality to be similar to that of her younger brother. Leaning back in her chair, she ran her fingers through her dark hair in amazement. The girl's pale blue eyes stayed fixed on him while he continued to make his rounds. It reminded her that she should go visit her hometown once this is over...Or maybe not. Her brother was kind of a little shit.

Stretching, Noel stood up and made her way over to what was left of the cookies. Snickering was all she could do when she saw the state of the area. Crumbs littered the floor. And the table. And the men who had seemed to be the cause. If the potential of drugs wasn't deterrent enough to not eat the cookies, the crumbs sprinkled across them that probably flew from the men's mouths were. Despite the risks and the abysmal state of their appearance, she carefully slipped something sprinkled out from the bottom of the pile and hoped it had been spared from their manhandling.

Instead of eating the cookie, the brunette examined it carefully. It appeared to be just a plain sugar cookie. Odd shape, but nothing threatening about the color, texture, or smell. Cautiously, she broke it in half, letting a few more crumbs fall to the floor. With a smirk, she made her way to the young, dark haired boy with glasses.

"Here." Noel said, handing one half to the quiet observer. "We've come this far, why not take the plunge?" She leaned against the adjacent wooden table and shoved her half into her mouth. She didn't really want to take the risk on her own, so she dragged this poor boy into it too. She was hungry, hungover, and he came in after her, so she felt like she had the strongest connection with him. The treat was surprisingly good for something possibly poisonous.

After everyone finished their introductions she decided to keep the conversation going. "So, she started as she brushed crumbs off her skirt with both hands. "How was everybody else's ride here? Mine was hell."

The Five Demon Princes

Woohoo!! Who else is left?

Virtual Reality: Or How I Learned to Stop Thinking and Love the Bob-omb! (A Comedy RP)

The southern drawl of a heartbroken gentleman finding his solace in trackers and alcohol echoed tortuously through the head of a blindfolded young woman, sitting in the back of a taxicab, recovering from an equally boozy destiny the night before. The girl's distaste for songs about pick'em up trucks and moonshine could only be matched by her hatred of long car rides on broken roads.

Such road trips had given her trouble since she was little by bestowing the lovely feeling of nausea to creep into the pit of her stomach, as if just a hangover wasn't bad enough. It honestly felt like the driver was trying to hit every pothole and crack in the road, and the whole not being able to see thing wasn't helping. If one were to ask this particular young lady, blindfolds should be kept exclusively for bedroom use.

The flight, on the other hand, to...well, where ever she ended up was smooth enough to let her get a few more hours of sleep in. However, every waking moment after that had been full of nothing but strange smells, loud noises, and gosling motions. All in all, this trip so far had been hell in a hand basket. A big, ugly, yellow hand basket.

Finally, the car cruised to a stop and the music, if you can call it that, ceased. As she let out a sweet sigh of relief, the blindfolded female felt the cool rush of fresh air waft over her, for the first time in what felt like hours, as the driver opened her door. Outstretching her arms, the disoriented passenger managed to find her way out the car safely before a hand on her should guided her into a building with an alarming loud, metal door. With a loud clank, the door closed, and the girl's vision burned from the cheap artificial lighting.

Before her stood a rather eccentric looking man who greeted her with a warm smile. The young female tried her best to curve her red painted lips and return the gesture. Examining the room made her feel as if she had stepped into an old TV sitcom. Her inspection was momentarily interrupted by the sound of a door clicking, and it was then that she noticed her country loving driver had vanished without a word.

"Why, hello, there! You must be Noel!" The sound of a voice broke the girl from her thoughts and she nodded, trying to retain her strained smile. Why on earth did she agree to this? She called off of work with a fake illness to try something high tech and exciting, yet this place looked rather outdated and just plain disappointing. Ultimately, however, she decided it didn't really matter anyway. A day off of work is a day off of work. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you! Several of the other winners have already arrived. Come this way and you can meet them. We also have snacks and coffee that you are welcome to."

Noel liked the sound of that. Coffee would be the perfect 'pick me up.'Following Doc Brown's long lost cousin, Noel entered the back room with three other "winners," two of which had mouth fulls of the probably poisoned, but delicious, cookies.

"Make yourself at home," he encouraged on his way out, closing and locking the door behind him.

Scanning the crowd, Noel pursed her lips and lifted her hand, giving everyone a small awkward wave before pouring herself a cup of coffee and seating herself in a chair at the table in center of the room.