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Kassandra couldn’t believe this. Honestly, of all the days that her brothers weren’t with her, this would be the day that she got ganged up on by a group of perverts. This would be a great argument against her father’s wishes not to teach her how to shoot a pistol. Granted, her brother Jasper had already taught her the basics, but he didn’t like it. Thought it was ‘unbecoming of a lady’, but it was for this very reason that he taught her. Not that it was currently helping her all that much. Her father had his pistol with him and the shotguns they had were locked up in one of the closets back on the ranch. Kassandra thrashed, shoving against her attackers chest with all her weight. But the b*****d had a good hundred pounds over her and was easily keeping her pinned against the fence. His hands grappled with hers, trying to get purchase on the buttons that held her skirt closed, and she was keeping them at bay. Just barely. The man growled in her face, finally catching her wrists in his meaty hands and gripping them tight enough to leave a bruise later. The brunette’s heart caught in her throat and he transferred one wrist into his other palm, holding them both captive as his now free hand shot down to the buttons of her skirt. As a last resort, she stomped on the mans booted foot, causing him to release a howl in pain, but still, he kept her restrained. “Get off of me, damn you!” she shouted.

“Is there a problem here?”

The deep voice startled her, as well as her attacker as he was yanked off and away from her. Kassandra heaved a sigh of relief, her hands dropping to her skirt and making sure nothing was ripped or unbuttoned. She shoved the fabric back down from where he’d managed to gather it around her knees, hands shaking in the process. She’d always been a strong person and she was able to handle quite a lot, but that…that had been a little too close for comfort. Finally she turned her attention to the man who had saved her, only to find him standing between her and her molester. Asher? She thought, surprised to see him, of all people, here. She didn’t see the man very often, only when he came around the farm and helped out around there. He was a nice enough man, if not a bit mysterious. Scratch that, very mysterious. Hardly anyone knew about him, except his name and that he lived way out on the outskirts of town. Still, she was immensely glad that he’d come along when he had. Lord knows where she would be if he hadn’t. She stiffened up when she spotted his hand sliding to the holster at his hip. Lord, the last thing anyone needed was to be involved in a shootout. More often than not, people got injured, or worse, killed. And Kassandra didn’t want this man to die because of her. The man who attacked her shouted at her protector to move aside, only to be shot in the foot. Kassandra jumped at the loud crack of the gun going off, startled that he had actually done it. The two lackeys pulled their own guns, but Asher was quicker, and managed to get in two excellent shots before they could fire on him.

Thinking the fight was over, Kassandra sighed, only to yelp when another gunshot was heard. When she didn’t see anyone crumple to the ground, she frowned. A warning shot? A misfire? She didn’t know. But she held her breath as Asher walked up and placed the barrel of his gun against the perverts forehead. For a brief moment she feared he would blow the man away and was prepared to run and stop him if she could. Regardless of what the rogue had done to her, that didn’t mean she wanted to see him die. “…If I ever find you touching that young miss or another young lady in town ever again I won’t hesitate to have your blood on my hands.” She shivered at the promise in his voice and winced when he brutally knocked the man out. Slowly, she took in the scent. The horses had maneuvered themselves over a ways away and were munching on the grass. Her own filly was warily watching the scene and slowly coming over to her. She held her hand out and the horse nuzzled her palm and nickered softly at her. “I’m alright…” she cooed, patting her muzzle as she returned her attention to Asher, who had turned towards her. Kassandra gasped when she saw the bright crimson splotch against his side. He’s been shot her mind registered. He too noticed the wound, his face pale and seeming to be in pain, though he was doing a good job of not making it so obvious.

“Oh Mr. Dawson! You’re hurt!” She said, stepping towards him as he slumped near her. “Well damn, this was one of my nicest shirts.” He joked, causing Kassandra to gape. He was…seriously joking? He suddenly reached and tugged the shirt off, revealing a toned and tanned chest. Now, normally, Kassandra was unfazed by such things. She saw shirtless men in the form of her brothers on a daily basis and it hardly affected her. Granted, this wasn’t one of her brothers and Asher generally didn’t pull his shirt off in front of her. But still! She could barely keep her blush at bay; the only thing stopping it from overtaking her face was he concern for him. He pressed the shirt tight against his side and looked her over. Again, she flustered but hid it behind a flippant persona. “I’m fine, really. We need to get you into town. You’re going to bleed out all over the place if we stay much longer.” She reached out, as if to help him stand properly. “Do you think you can ride on your own? Or ride at all, for that matter?” She asked. For once she wished she didn’t live on the outskirts of town…


OOC// I hope this is okay! I didn't know if you wanted her to like, try and manhandle her onto her horse or have them ride seperately and have Kass like, try to support him into town or what.

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Valkyries. The “choosers of the slain”. They are warrior-women whose job it is to decide who falls and dies in battle. They select the most courageous warriors and bring the fallen into the hall of the slain, Valhalla, which is ruled over the god Odin. They are the lovers of heroes and other courageous mortals. They prize strength, and courage above all else. Valkyries are the ‘adopted’ daughters of Odin and Freya, Norse god and goddess of old. Valkyries are created when a maiden warrior screams for courage as she dies in battle; Odin and Freya heed her call. The two gods give up lightning to strike her, rescuing her to their hall, and preserving her courage forever in the form of the maiden’s immortal Valkyrie daughter. The daughter is born, possessing Odin’s wisdom and brilliance, as well as Freya’s impossible beauty and mirth. They also inherit the god and goddess’s arrogance and acquisitiveness. Valkyries are immortal, and do not need to eat or drink, for they get their sustenance from electrical energy of the earth. They give that energy back in the form of lightning, via their strong emotions. One way to tell a Valkyrie is their eyes. Whenever they feel anger, or pleasure, their eyes turn silver. Also, their ears are pointed and they have small fangs, mostly unnoticeable by anyone other than other lore species. They possess preternatural strength and speed, easily able to send a man twice their small size flying with a single punch. They have claws, which grow whenever they feel a strong emotion. They have their weaknesses however, in the form of anything shiny and valuable. They are covetous creatures who adore jewelry and will do anything to get it, if they are not trained. Seraphine was created 880 years ago when her mother was saved, after unsuccessfully fighting off a templar knight from killing and raping her daughters during the crusades.

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post samples: here. Yes, I promise they're mine. I got hacked a few weeks ago ; ^;
my character is: Adriana Lima
my address is: 340

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Seraphine Cerys Dariela
Extra links here.

___►______Let's start with the basics, shall we? - - -________
___________Pssh, call me: Sera
___________The presents should come: September 26th, 1131
___________That makes me: 880
___________I didn't realize i was a: female
___________That explains why i like: men

___►______Appearances can be deceiving - - -________
___________It's as natural as it gets: brown
___________Look, but don't touch, they might fall out: stormy blue
___________I'm not getting shorter, you're just growing: five foot 6 inches
___________Are you trying to call me fat: 130 lbs
___________Needles through my skin: none
___________Like millions of bee stings, but worse: none

___►______My secrets, you ask? - - -________
___________Is that even a colour of the rainbow: #634C68 and #A08886
___________I rock it like a: valkyrie
___________I feel like i'm forgetting something: anything else?

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Nivea is l o v e ↷ Call me Chii ↷ Central ↷ yes, I promise they’re mine. I got hacked about a month ago =__= ↷ 'Musician'

KAELAN ↷ WHITLOCK
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" the savant musician "
MALE ↷ SEVENTEEN ↷ HOMOSEXUAL ↷ POSTING COLOR ↷ LAID BACK ↷ AUDACIOUS


↷ HE’S A JACK OF ALL TRADES AND A MASTER OF NONE. PLAYS JUST A LITTLE BIT OF EVERYTHING AND EVEN SINGS A BIT, BUT SPECIALIZES IN THE SAXOPHONE.
↷ GREW UP WITH HIS FOSTER PARENTS, BASICALLY LIVING ON THE STREETS SINCE THEY DIDN’T PROPPERLY TAKE CARE OF HIM. HE WOULD CRASH WITH HIS BUDDIES, WHO HAPPENED TO BE A BUNCH OF POTHEAD MUSICIAN HIPPIES. LEARNED HOW TO PLAY FROM THEM AND WOULD PLAY HIS SAX FOR MONEY. GOT REALLY GOOD AT IT.
↷ HAS A PROBLEM WITH AUTHORITY AND SNOBBY PEOPLE AND DOESN’T LIKE IT WHEN TEACHERS ATTEMPT TO CHANGE OR ‘REFINE’ HIS STYLE.
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Jesus, is there even any female roles left?

HELLO Stranger ! my name is Nivea is l o v e but you can call me Chii, or Nivy. I seem to have stumbled stalked across your thread and I was wondering if I could snag the female / COUNTRY KID role. I know, I know you are hoping to see my samples so here they are LINK TO ROLE-PLAYING SAMPLES. I am going to be using this model as my character, Candice Swanepoel or Miranda Kerr (opinion?)/ Kassandra or Robyn (opinion?) so I hope you like her / him. Oh so you wanna known something about me well I like to collect spoons and I’m in love with frito pie :3 Oh, and if it wasnt obvious, I'm indecisive xDDD

[Nivea is l o v e]

R o b i n G a g e M a x w e l l
► x ► x ► x Younger Brother | Twenty-Two | Music | Ignorance
xxxx Audacious ► Whimsical ► Untrusting ► Stubborn
xx ►►► Kelly has been the only form of stability in Robins (or Gage as he prefers to be called)life. After going through life with abusive birth parents, the craziness of the Foster care system and even crazier foster parents, it’s no wonder their bond is so strong. It might be dramatic to say, but it’s almost as if one couldn’t breathe without the other being there. Oh of course, they had their differences. Whereas Kelly had his dancing, Gage had his Music, or his Saxophone to be more specific. One of the only good things his foster parents gave him. Gage was much more prone to get into fights than Kelly was who couldn’t stand violence. Gage never had a problem throwing down with any a*****e who tried to pick on them or take advantage. That’s what happens when you’ve been picked on for years and years; you eventually learn to fight back or suck it up and take it. Granted, Kelly generally refused to let him do this, being the protective big bro that he is, but still. They’ve never had anything stable besides one another, constantly uprooting and moving from place to place in the hopes that they’d finally be able to find someplace to call home without so much drama and trouble following them around. Due to this, Gage isn’t the most…trusting, of people. He’s too afraid they’ll turn into a massive a*****e and then they’ll have to leave again. When they finally found themselves in Grand Isle, Gage couldn’t care less that their house looked like it was going to collapse in on itself, or that the town was so tiny. He was simply happy to be some place quiet; some place that looked like it didn’t have a bunch of drama. Kelly could open his studio and Gage could play his music and finally just...live!

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ＳＩＮＣＥＲＥＬＹ ＹＯＵＲＳ, ＤＡＮＩ.
ｔｈｅ ｓｗｅｅｔ ｔｏｍｂｏｙ


I’m not the most…girly chick around. What I mean is that I don’t spend hours on my appearance or worry about makeup and clothes and all that crap. Being the only girl in a family full of boys, some things are bound to rub off on you, you know? Dad owned a small ranch and bred horses for racing and the rodeo, meaning I was always surrounded by animals and dirt and not girly things. I mean, I was brought up playing tag football, barrel racing and riding four-wheelers out back in the mud with my brothers. I was the girl outside playing in the mud, running around with the dogs and playing in the barn. Barbies? Makeup? Dresses? No thank you! I wasn’t remotely interested in stuff like that, at least not until I turned like…fourteen. I think dad was glad for that. He probably wouldnt know how to handle a little 'princess' running around the house. And really, what do you expect when you don’t have a mother figure to teach you that sort of stuff? Now dont get all mushy on me. She died when I was nine. Head-on car crash while she was on the way back from Dallas to visit my aunt. Yeah, it’s sad, and I miss her every day. But I know she wouldn’t want me to mourn her forever. She’d want me to live, break some hearts, see the world and experience everything life has to offer. And I want to do all that, though I’ve never been all that interested in leaving Nashville in order to do that. I mean, I have everything I could ever want here. Wonderful friends –though there are a few who are on my bad side right now– and a family who loves me. Don’t get me wrong now, I’ve always wanted to travel, see the world and all that, but it’s never been one of those ‘do or die’ sorts of things. Though, I guess not everyone sees it that way. Several friends of mine took off for the big city as soon as they could, leaving all us ‘small town folks’ in the dust. I cant hold it against them really, I mean this town isn’t exactly going to get you far in life if you just stick around and never spread your wings. But that doesn’t mean you have to throw everyone else away in the process! Sure, they kept in contact, e-mails, phone calls, letters, all that jazz. But, as they got bigger and bigger in life, all their friends back home I guess became smaller and smaller in their minds.

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TABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABIt's only love, it's only pain, it's only fear, that run through my veins
TABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABIt's all the things you can't explain that make us human
TABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABI am just an image of something so much greater
TABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABI am just a picture frame, I am not the painter
TABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABTABWhere do I begin, can I shed this skin, what is this I feel within?

Robin wasn’t quite sure when he’d gone to bed last night. All he knew was that it was far too early for his brother to be ambushing him with his hyperactivity and excited chatter. He groaned and swatted at the elder boy, letting out a groan of protest when he bounced extra hard on his mattress, sending him bouncing. It wasn’t until he finally caught the word “moving” spilling from his brother’s lips that he realized just why he was being attacked. At that point he didn’t really care he was being awakened in such a rude manner, because he was too busy grinning and trying to scramble out of bed in excitement. It was moving day, the day they would get out of this hell hole that liked to call itself a state. Granted, Colorado didn’t seem especially exciting, but seeing as they had struck out with the big cities they thought a small town would be a better option. With the hopes of a new and better start ahead of him, Robin scurried out of bed, into some clean clothes he’d set out the night before and rushed about the house with his brother, practically buzzing with excitement. Their breakfast was rushed, but only because the movers arrived shortly after and began loading their junk into the truck. Robin nearly had a heart attack when one of the movers picked up his beloved sax and went to go put it in the truck. He nearly tackled the man to get it back, fully intending to hold it in his lap the whole way to Colorado. It was only after the many reassurances from his brother and the irritated movers that his beloved instrument would indeed be alright for the duration of the trip that he finally allowed the movers to pack it away with the rest of his things. Oh but he would be having words with someone if they got to their new home and found even a scratch on his the case holding his sax.

Eventually they were all crammed into the moving van, Robin squished up against the door because like hell he was going to be squished between his brother and Jerry. Besides, he wanted to have a clear rout to the window if he got motion sick. Yeah, he had a patch on, but still. Better safe than sorry. The entire ride to Grand Isle was filled with excited chatter on his brother’s part–much to the annoyance of the movers– and dozing on his, as the patch was making him drowsy. But all the while he watched as cities and towns became sparser and more spread apart as trees and hills and long open roads replaced them. It was relaxing. Robin could practically feel the tension and toxic energy leaking out of him and being replaced with a calmer, more relaxed person. Lord, he hoped that lasted. Eventually, they were driving through possibly the smallest town on the face of the earth. Kelly was practically bouncing in his seat, and as soon as they came into view of the house, Kelly was scurrying out of the car, whacking him against the head with his hand in his excitement. Rubbing his head, Robin got out of the truck and a more sedate pace. He couldn’t keep the grin off his face though as he took in the sight of their new home. Granted, it wasn’t the most attractive house on the block, but it was theirs, and that was what mattered. Kelly danced around on the porch like a loon while Robin was immediately dreaming up all the stuff they could do to the house. Maybe some new paint, fix the shudders and who knew what else! His mind was so busy dreaming up all the possibilities that he completely missed Kelly start directing the movers to move their stuff from the truck to their new home. Our new home…he thought, smiling fondly at the dilapidated house like it was a cute new puppy.

As the movers wrapped things up, Robin hovered near his brother, pondering what he should start unpacking first. He made a face at that. Unpacking was not something he was looking forward to. He smiled as his brother thanked the movers and did as well. “Yeah, we owe you for getting us out of that hell hole.” The mover snorted at that. “Yeah, wish someone would do the same for us.” He said before heading back for the truck. He gave a short wave as a goodbye and, like Kelly, raised an eyebrow when they didn’t drive off. Cocking his head, Robin watched as the second mover walked back over to them with a piece of paper clutched in his hand. He handed it over to Kelly and Robin looked over his shoulder to read what was on it. "Hey, sorry, we almost forgot! This is a really small town so they're super traditional. We were informed we were to tell you guys to head out to this address tonight for a meet and greet." Robin frowned a little bit. “Jeez, these people don’t waste time do they? The realtor must have told everyone we were coming. nosy…” This was the sort of thing he’d wanted to avoid. Nosy neighbors generally meant bad news. Then again, with them moving into such a small town it wasn’t any wonder that everyone knew about them. Finally the movers left in their truck, leaving the brothers alone.

Robin let out a squeak in surprise when Kelly prodded him in the side. “So, shall we meet the towns folk? It’s only polite.” Robin made a face. “Cant we be like…the hermits that live down the street or something?” When Kelly didn’t look satisfied with that answer, Robin sighed and eventually nodded. “Yeah, sure. It’s only polite…” he repeated. He wasn’t looking forward to this. Bars only lead to three things: brawls, hangovers, and drunk sex. Robin had no wish to get involved in any of those things. “But I’m not going in this.” He stated sternly, gesturing to his ratty jeans and t-shirt. “I smell like cigarette smoke and diesel gas, plus this patch is making me sleepy. Let’s change first.” And with that, he dragged his brother into their new house. Robin made quick use of their shower and changed into different clothing, ones that didn’t smell like a stinky moving van, and more like his usual body wash of rosemary and mint. Was it girly? Probably. But it smelt damn good. Just as he was pulling his boots on, there was knock on the door and a cheery “Hello” from outside. He almost ignored it, but no doubt someone would have seen the moving truck and really, how far could they have gone in the time since they’d gotten there. With a sigh, Robin approached the door, ruffling his still slightly damp hair and shoving it back from his face. Pulling the old door open, he winced at the loud squeal the hinges made and swore to himself to get a can of oil and oil the crap out of them later. A brunet man about his age stood on their porch, grinning happily at him. He was handsome, though he felt there was a certain…goofy quality about him and made Robin smile. “Hello. Can I help you?”


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ｆｒｏｍ ｈｅｒ ｃｏｗｂｏｙ ｂｏｏｔｓ ｔｏ ｈｅｒ ｄｏｗｎ ｈｏｍｅ ｒｏｏｔｓ, ｓｈｅ’ｓ ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙ!
ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｓｏｎｇｓ ｓｈｅ ｐｌａｙｓ, ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｐｒａｙｅｒｓ ｓｈｅ ｐｒａｙｓ.
ｔｈａｔ’ｓ ｔｈｅ ｗａｙ ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｂｏｒｎ ａｎｄ ｒａｉｓｅｄ, ｓｈｅ ａｉｎ’ｔ ａｆｒａｉｄ ｔｏ ｓｔａｙ. . .ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙ!❞


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[Nivea is l o v e]

INTRODUCE YOURSELF ON THE STAGE BBY

DARIELA,XXXSERAPHINEXXXCERYS

I prefer to be called ; Sera
i'm currently ; Twenty-three
born on ; 26th of September
I'm classified as a ; Femme fatal
and i can't help but be a; Civilian
I live the life as a; Valkyrie
life is music ; CHARRISONG.+linkit
actor/actress behind the scenes ; Nivea is l o v e
the color I'd paint the world with ; #514591

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