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Kiyura
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PostPosted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 2:31 pm


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"Highschool was a party--the perfect group of friends, out every weekend, avoided work like the plague... Yeah, we all had that s**t on lockdown. The only problem? Highschool's over. For one reason or another, none of us have anywhere to go now that it's done... So what are we supposed to do now?

I think we've all been asking ourselves that, and I totally have the answer. You know how my parents own that big chalet in the mountains, way northwest of here? They told me a couple of months ago that they were planning on selling it, and when I got this idea I asked them if maybe they'd sell it to me. Hah, well, sell it to us!

Okay, I know, I know, there is no way we could ever afford that in three thousand million years, right? Well, you're wrong. You suck at guessing, all of you. They said they'd sell it to me for the same amount that my grandparents got it for back in, like, what, the 70's? That thing has been around forever...I think they might be retarded, because they've done so much work on it since then and with inflation it's got to be worth like a trillion times this much, but... You ready?

$40,000. Yeah, I know, shut up! Like, forty effing thousand dollars? And there's eight of us so...so yeah. If we all put out like five grand, we can OWN our own HOUSE, basically. In the mountains. We have to do it. It doesn't need any repairs, it's been paid off for like a thousand years, it'll literally be ours.

Er, right. Well I may have been lying to you just a teensy bit. We'll need some more money to make the drive up there, and since it's basically across the country, that's going to take us awhile. But you all have college funds that you're not using, just like me. And we can work when we get there and make it all back! All we need to pay to live there is, like, power and food and heating and s**t. That's barely anything split between eight people, though!

So. Right. What do you say? You in?"

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Basically...That was my character talking! You will find out about her later though. For now just assume you are her friendy and you are one of those magical, privileged eight people who get to go.

PS. I'd really appreciate an evenish number of guys & girls, just because balance is a nice thing. Yeeeees.

PM PROFILES TO MEEEE LOVIES!


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**You'll notice there is a weirdy "Why They Fail At Life" section. Haha, this is to put the reason they aren't heading off to college or whatevs everyone else does after schoolio. Reasons such as, "They are a broke-a**!" or "Stupider in school than a goldfish!" Are very very acceptable and very very encouraged. Luvs!
PostPosted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 2:32 pm


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Kiyura
Name: Rachel McKinley

Appearance: Rachel's most immediately noticable feature would be her smile, if it wasn't her eyes. She's got a fairly wide mouth, but in a pretty way, not a weird one, and a grin to melt the heart of the Devil himself. It's totally the dimple that does it--yes, only one. She fancies herself a bit like 50 cent, because it's not a natural dimple, but one that was made when her brother shot her in the face with a pellet gun (now THAT is a story for another time!). She's got very white, very straight teeth (yeah, fine, she got them whitened, but they're straight on their own!), which adds to it.

Her eyes are next on the list. They're large and expressive and long-lashed, and so dark brown that they might as well be black until the light hits them straight on. She's good with makeup, which leads even more attention to be drawn to them.

She's average height. Literally, perfect average--5'5". She's thin, and fairly lithe from...actually, who knows what it's from? Rachel pretends like she doesn't excercise...which is a lie, clearly, but hey, what can you do? She's one of those people who always looks perfectly done-up, and pretends it only takes her five minutes. Kind of stupid, since she'd be pretty even without makeup, but you do what you gotta do.

Rachel dresses...in designer clothes. And nothing else. No, I mean...nothing else. She has designer sweats and pyjamas and underwear and socks, for crying out loud. She never just wears clothes, she always wears an outfit. She has very well-manicured hands and feet.

Personality: If you didn't already catch on, Rachel is very pretty. Right now you're reading this and probably expecting to hear about how nice and perfect and genuine and sweet she is, but...you are not going to hear that, because the problem with Rachel is that she knows she's pretty. One of those unfortunate girls who was raised in a very loving family, who always told her how gorgeous a girl she was. Her parents doted on her, her brother doted on her...she actually had some problems with her relatives on her father's side, because her cousins were neither attractive nor intelligent, and Rachel didn't treat them very well.

But that was because it was her cousins, and she didn't care what they thought. Family's family, you can take them for granted, right? Rachel is nothing short of an absolute doll around her peers, in general. A social genius (or is that predator?) who devoured knowledge about gaining power from an early age, she doesn't have a lot of respect for a lot of people, because a lot of people don't have a lot to hold up in defense. Obsessed with appearances and public opinion, Rachel is...incredibly clever, but definitely has the capacity for incredible cruelty.

What a horrible, terrible person to be friends with! Like, what a conceited biii-atch! Well, yeah, sort of. But the thing about Rachel is that she is genuinely charismatic and charming, extremely pretty, and extremely outgoing. Plus, she's not a total witch. Rachel has a lot of "friends", but her friends are those who she can't control. Unlike a lot of people like Rachel, a lack of control doesn't lead to resentment, it leads to respect. Respect leads to friendship. She would never turn on or lord over a friend. She might be extremely selfish and full of herself sometimes, but in the end she's not a bad person, and she can do some really decent things for other people when it comes to that. She was very, very popular all throughout highschool--that being said, she didn't spend most of her time with "that crowd". While the fact that they loved her meant a stupid amount to her, she definitely didn't love them. Too trivial and not smart enough. She chose her true friends based on...well, we already went through the respect thing.

Background: Rich family (her dad is in oil--that's all anyone has to say these days to explain it, isn't it?). Stupidly rich. Loved her, spoiled her. Her dad is incredibly smart, although a little more moral than her, and taught her a lot of what she knows. She has one brother, Sam, who would kill for her (yeah, she'd do the same for him, if it came to that). Her life has been a good one, essentially without dysfunction...unless you count that whole thing where her dad's family sort of dislikes her. Other than that, though.

Why They Fail At Life: Rachel basically thinks she's too good for everything...including work. Even with the potential to dominate in a field like law or business, she's essentially planning on being a trophy wife slash heir to her father's fortune.

Other: Rachel is very good at playing bass...with a cello bowstring. I know, weird, but she got the idea from Sigur Ros, and became determined to learn how to do it herself after she heard the sound. Her somewhat secret passion for music is one of the few things that really points towards her having a full, developed, deep--and possibly redeeming--personality (believe me, she does...it's just hidden under a lot of other things).


Aka
Name: Peter Hunter

Appearance: Peter is a rather average looking kid. Wasn't the best looking guy in school, but hey, he's not the ugliest guy either so he figures he's pretty well off. He's pretty average height wise and is fairly lanky; a wiry build. His face is pretty sqaured off, with a longish sort of nose and a wide mouth made for large smiles. He styles his hair however it happens to fall that morning... which pretty much means he's got hair that flops all in his eyes and over his ears, and every morning he glances in the mirror, runs a hand through it briefly, and walks out the door. It's pretty flat and straight, but he has this cowlick in the back that sometimes makes his hair stick up all funny in the back and up around his ears. Though, he could care less if it happened. As for it's colour, it's sort of a dirty blonde. His eyes are very dark brown, and to offset that he is a rather pale kid.

Other than that? He wears normal clothes. There's no particular style or clique he's trying to fit in, he just buys what's cheap and comfortable.... soooo, lot's of jeans and t-shirts.

Personality: Peter, if you couldn't tell from his appearence, is a very laid back and uncaring fellow. He's pretty unmotivated and lazy in a sense, but only in things that don't happen to catch his interest. Most people know him as a rather sarcastic and constantly joking guy. Some people think not to take him seriously, and it's pretty much a very good idea, because more often than not if he's acting like a jerk at you, he's totally joking. He just likes making fun of people, including himself. He figures if you can't laugh at yourself, what the hell are you supposed to laugh at? That and some people are just way too sensitive, and pissing them off is hilarious.

Though, there's always a bit more to a person, and there's more to Peter. He tends to make fun of himself a lot, like when he's being serious he'll say something pretty profound, and then laugh it off and call himself an idiot. He acts all confident and crap, but he's pretty shy about 'being himself', I guess. He's got an artist inside of him! WHUT? But yeah... that's it!

Background: Peter's background is pretty uninteresting. He thinks he's a pretty boring kid. He grew up with a nice, awesome family in a regular sized house on a regular street. His parents split up when he was 7, but no big deal, when it happened he turned to his mom and said: 'FINALLY!' A fairly blunt kid, but he was sick of their arguing and had no issues when they split up. More than angry he was happy for them.

So, he spent a lot of his life staying at one's house and then the other, along with his younger sister. Nothing really life shattering, or depressing, there was no need for a shrink or anything. They didn't live that far a part, and they both had cable, so Peter was pretty much set.

Other than that? Nothing really too intresting to mention except he started taking guitar lessons when he turned 11.

Why They Fail At Life: Peter fails at life because he's completely unmotivated, and has a hard time grasping things like math. He slept his way through school only earning enough just to get by... which consisted of C's and B's... sometimes D's. The only A he ever got were in any music or english classes he happened to take.

Anyway, he was never particulary good at ANYTHING in his life except for being a closet guitar player (he's horrified of playing/singing in front of people) and when it came time around to apply for college, he instead picked up more hours at his job or stayed out later with his friends and avoided it altoghter. He has NO idea what to do with himself because he is good at NOTHING. How can you pick a major when you have nothing to go on?! You DON'T, that's how.

That and he totally blew the ACT.

Other: ... ummm... Peter secretly likes country music? Hahah, I don't know.


Ala
Name: Avalon Smithe

Appearance: Avalon isn't exactly tall... In all honesty, most people consider her fairly short. She stands at a height of 5'3'', which she insists is average. She has bright almost golden eyes (people LOVE her eyes) and very dark (she's died it black after all) hair that falls messily into her face, and falls to her shoulder blades, at least when she doesn't have it put up somehow. It's got a TON of layers in it, and often times has braids or beads or other such things in it, so it's really hard to tell just how long her hair actually is. She's not exactly pale, but isn't one much for tanning, so she's got a healthy look to her skin, and nothing more. As for how she's built... She's not one of those really skinny girls, but she's not fat... She's actually got quite a bit of muscle, slightly thicker legs than most girls would like, and enough of a bust for it to be an irritation at times. Oh, and she's got hips too. Not like, HUGE hips, but she's got 'em. But hey, at least she's fairly proportionate!

As for what she wears, it's usually something one might consider semi-goth. She'll wear black tank tops or babydoll t-shirts, though more often than not is found in some sort of khaki or denim cargo pants that have a well-worn look to 'em, converse shoes (can't go wrong with the canvas shoes!), and sometimes fingerless gloves, 'cause she hates what her hands look like. (Weirdo.) Avalon hardly ever wears makeup (save for the times she's forced to) but if she DOES choose to wear some, it's usually just some simple eyeliner. If she's feeling REALLY daring, lip gloss. Ummm... Oh yeah, she likes silver jewelry, so she's usually got some earrings and bracelets and necklace type stuff on. And rings. 'Cos those are fun!

Personality: Avalon's a pretty intense person if she's in the right crowd. Outspoken (no matter WHO is there to hear it) she's gotten herself into some trouble, and her parents have always had their hands full with her. Though, she at heart is a very kind, lighthearted sort of person, and she really does care about people, even if she thinks they're stupid (oh, but don't think she won't let them know that). That's probably why quite a few people don't really like her.

But those people don't know what she's like with close friends. She's a funloving, rather quirky sort of girl who loves to make people laugh and simply have a good time. Quite ungoth-like, actually. Really, she wears what she does to bug her parents. A rebel sort of thing. Anyway, She barely has a shy bone in her body (unless it's around guys who are crushing on her, which are actually surprisingly high in number... So either she completely blows them off, or more or less runs away when they show up), though there are times she's found that she has shied herself into complete (and unusual) silence.

All in all though, she just wants everyone to be happy, and makes it a point to get a laugh out of at least SOMEONE every day.

Background: Avalon grew up in one of those more ritzy neighborhoods with a dad who worked the normal 9-5 job, though brought enough home for them to be quite comfortable. Her mom did the whole PTA and PTO and Roommother thing, and was ALWAYS involved with her little Ava through the entirety of her schooling. There was a point, obviously, where it got on her nerves, and that's where the rebelling started. All she wanted was a little privacy. Anyway, so she was always involved in a lot of stuff she didn't want to be in. Ballet when she was younger, singing lessons, and the straw that broke the camel's back was when she was forced to go out for cheerleading in jr high and high school... And made team captain. Anyway, so that's probably why she took her singing lessons in a different direction and started singing more like... I dunno, NOT opera stuff. She also TRIED to talk her parents into learning some instruments, but all she was allowed to play was the violin. Stupid violin. So, she tried out some fiddling (hahaha oh man you'd NEVER think she'd be able to fiddle) and seemed to have a thing for it.

Why They Fail At Life: Avalon... Just flat out stopped caring. With how much her mom pushed her through elementary school and all the extracurricular activities, she was so DONE with it by the time she got to high school she just stopped trying. All she wanted was a freaking BREAK. Granted, she was great at cheerleading (the stupid wannabe sport) so she was pushed through school 'cause the team needed her to be on there. She never TOOK any SAT or ACT... That's what happens when you stop caring, eh? And despite that, she DID get accepted into colleges (that her MOM applied her to) but hid all of the acceptance letters. She was done and ready to get out of her house and away from her crazy mom. Who wasn't THAT crazy, but you know.... Come on. CHEERLEADING? Also, she can't do math worth ANYTHING. Or science... Or history... Let's just say she has a sucky memory for dates and formulas.

Other: She likes singing, and has always wanted to start up a band, but never was able to learn guitar or anything fun like that. Um, also, she's good at acting like a ditz (it's how she survived those years cheerleading). She's pretty bright when it comes to NOT school things, and while she has a very full college fund, she's worked at the local victoria's secret. (HAHAHAHA OH MAN THAT IS SO FUNNY. I don't know why. BUT IT IS. *giggles insanely*) That might be why she has this fear of guys following her around... *snorts*


Teufel
Name: Wallace Rior

Appearance: A thick, firmly built young man. He was fairly athletic in school, and it shows in his physique; 6' 1", 225 pounds. He's got light orange hair, messy and all over the place, but it looks good on him. His eyes are a sort of brownish-green, and have a sort of sharp, focused look about them.

Wally wears what needs to be worn for the weather. He's not too big on style or fashion, but he's not sloppy or anything. Cheap clothes that look kind of nice, that's all he needs. A loose, baggy sweatshirt or a thick jacket for winter, a polo or T-shirt for summer. Nothing to flashy or amazing. Green, blue and brown tend to rule his wardrobe. He's got no more than two pairs of comfortable sneakers.

Personality: Wally's a good guy. He really is. He's just... sort of a p***k about it. It's not that he's obnoxious, or in-your-face, or even pompous. He's really, truly a good person. His problem, however, is that he has no patience, and no tact. People who dawdle and waste time and don't take things seriously aggrivate him to no end, and he makes sure they know he thinks that they're idiots. He doesn't hate people like that, necessarily. He just finds them incredibly annoying.

He, on the other hand, works hard towards his goals endlessly. As far as intelligence goes, Wally would, naturally, be strictly average. It's only because he's studiednonstop that he gets good grades... socially, though, he can get sort of clueless. After all, that's the only field he never got a ton of experience in.

But all in all, Wally's totally likable. The fact that he does care about people, and that he's not a jerk just to be a jerk, and that he's really fun to piss off, makes him a good person to be a friend with.

Background: Wally's been pushed by his parents a long time. He's never been bad at anything, per se, academically or athletically. But never quite perfect. He had to study, to work, to just keep trying and never be satisfied. And he's not angry about it. He doesn't hold anything agaisnt his parents (or, at least, he thinks he doesn't) but it's been ingrained in him to always work for it. He got good at pushing himself, and so his parents took a step back; they didn't have the time to care about him, anymore, anyway. At one point or another, he found out how to make a friend or two. He wasn't--isn't--very good at it, but without his parents on his back 24/7, he found a way to do a little bit of enjoying down time. A little bit.

Why They Fail At Life: Dude aimed too high. Sent in only Ivy-league applications, and fell short all around.

Other: Note: Everyone calls him Wally. He wishes they wouldn't. His name is Wallace. Really, part of the fun of hanging with him is he's so easy to piss off.

Wally's not a slacker. So he's kind of pissed about this whole... you know... failing at life thing. He actually hasn't let his parents know yet, that he's not going anywhere, seeing as how they don't talk too often. He's needing this trip to try and relax before his brain explodes from pure frustration.


Deluded
Name: Anna Miller

Appearance: She has big feet, that's probably the first thing you'll notice about her. Big, huge, size 11 feet when she's only 5'3". Other than her feet, everything about Anna is small. Her hazel eyes, her round face, her smiling mouth, her button nose, her flat stomach, her breasts, everything. Her hair, brown and straight, was chopped short after she donated ten inches of it to a charity foundation that makes wigs for kids with cancer. Anna likes short hair, saying it's easier to take care of.

She likes jeans and jackets. So that is what her outfits usually consist of.

Personality: Anna is quiet and calm around strangers, but when she's with people she feels comfortable around, she can be insanely jumpy and talkative, and has been known for saying outrageous things, like "Yeah, you look fat in that shirt" if she is in the right mood. She likes to laugh, and sometimes does it for no reason. Sometimes, if people tick her off enough, she will start to cuss them out until her head implodes(figuratively), and end up in a funk for the rest of the day. Doesn't happen as often as it used to, though.

She also seems to have slight ADD, which greatly affects her schoolwork.

Background: She's an only child; her twin brother died at birth. Her parents didn't try to have any other children, as they soon found out that Anna was as big a responsibilty as they needed, and devoted most of their time and money to taking care of her. Yeah, she's spoiled. Her life was pretty normal, without any drama or depressions to be heard of. She was happy with what she got, and the friends she had.

Why They Fail At Life: ADD prevents her from being able to focus in class and on homework. Her parents also don't have as much money as they used to.

Other: Anna's scared of big dogs after an incident when she was younger.


J
Name: Quanda Reed (She’d rather you call her Nada.)

Appearance: Well first off Quanda is African-American. Her skin is a soft coffee color, you know…not black coffee but not milky coffee either! So yeah, she’s got a full body. She isn’t exactly skinny or slender, but full, not chubby though. If that makes any sense at all. She’s pretty good looking, curves, the bust, everything. Only thing that people tend to see as her flaw is her height. She is kind of short, standing around 5’3”. She has the right measurements to fit her height of course.

Her face is soft and has that kind of angular jaw bone. Her eyes are almond shaped and a very light chocolate brown. At first glance it looks like even a beige color, though it isn’t, and she’ll tell you it isn’t. Trust me. As for her hair it is cut short, but bushy, like many women of her ethnicity. It has the cork screwed curl that stick out like a fro, but not exactly. It is black with caramel and brown highlights.

The outfits she wears are “artistic”. Her style changes each and every day, wearing punk one day, preppy the next, and sometimes even a bit of gothic. Of course she has her flare in there everywhere, and you can know it’s her just by the style of colors and outfits she always has paired up. And you’ll never see her without SOME scarf hanging over her shoulder, never wrapped around her neck, mind you, but there.

Personality: Nada is a very enthusiastic girl to say the least. Her personality is outgoing around her friends, but secluded to others. (If her friends aren’t around her that is.) When you get to know her you’ll never be able to be angry with her. She may act selfish at times, but sooner or later you’ll have to laugh and crack a smile. She always gets forgiven whenever she gets in a fight. Of course there are those people she just never clicks with and wants to smash their face in. But that’s a different story.

To make things simple, she absolutely LOVES people who can laugh and take a joke. Her best friends are those that make her bust her gut with laughter. Whenever she is around you can hear her loud laughing and giggles anywhere. Another way to recognize her is her loud voice. When around people she knows she can sometimes forget they are inside and start talking like with a preacher’s voice, over powering anyone else speaking. Of course all you have to do is remind her…but she might say “I’m not loud!” and keep speaking over you.

When she IS angry however it isn’t that noticeable. She usually keeps things locked up inside and lets them out in short low things. Maybe she’ll snap at someone for a second or “accidentally” push someone. That’s her way of cooling down. So when she actually YELLS at you…you know you’ve done something extremely wrong to her.

Background: Nada comes from a large family, but a nice one. (She has 4 younger siblings, 3 brothers, and a sister, and 2 older siblings, both sisters.) She was always stuck with babysitting, but enjoyed it, and never got beaten, yelled at, or punished really. She was always good in school, got good grades, and obeyed her parents. Of course there were times she lied to them, or failed a test, but she always turned it back around somehow.

In middle school it was a tough time for her especially 7th grade for all those obvious reasons, being picked on, stress, and all that shebang. But after that she led a pretty normal, happy life. She had her weird friends she could always hang out with without having to worry about anything. Teachers loved her, even became friends with her, especially the art teachers.

She has a knack for art. All her years in high school, she always had an art class, whether it was photography, drawing, sculpture, whatever. Around the school people knew her for her amazing talent and creativity. Teachers told her she would become famous one day and sell many paintings and sculptures. But I guess this wasn’t going to happen. Especially with her parents, middle classed, already sending two kids to college and paying for the younger ones to get through school. Art school, once a dream, but no longer.

Why They Fail At Life: Although one could say it was her parent’s fault for not putting her through college. She was always pretty lazy and procrastinated. If she had wanted to, she could have gotten an art scholarship and gone to school for free. But nope, it never happened, simply because she didn’t want to make that extra effort aside from her social life and keeping up with her grades.

But then again…being lazy isn’t all that bad? Right?

Other: She has a knack of knowing when someone is lying. So it’s hard to not tell the truth around her. She also is extremely ticklish…and she likes to be sarcastic a bit too much, though her friends are used to it.


Meshara
Name: Corey Evans

Appearance: Corey is skinny. That is the first thing about his appearance that strikes most, tall, skinny, and angular. Plenty of girls would envy his eating habits- he eats a ton of food, more than most, and he never gains a pound, despite the fact that all he seems to do is sit around. Corey is pale. Why? Because you don’t seem him hanging around in the sun a lot. He spends his time indoors. His hair is a dark chocolate brown, and is a mess. He doesn’t bother to take care of it, so many times it is falling in his face, and he’s always having to brush it out of his eyes, and it is always messy. Corey’s eyes are his winning feature...or would be, if they were ever visible. His eyes are a shockingly bright, intense blue. Not only is his hair forever in his face, but he also wears glasses. Quite thick lenses...without them, he needs to have anything be about an inch from his face before he can see it. His clothes are plain, and well worn. Generally they consist of a variety of plain colored t-shirts and blue jeans.

Personality: Corey is well...he’s the type of guy who sits around at home all day. When he isn’t working that is. He loves his books to death, mostly anything fantasy or sci-fi. If he isn’t reading, he spends his time writing his own stories, or online playing some new mmorpg. Just as long as it’s free. That being said, he’s for the most part a general quite introverted guy, who definitely goes for being humorous when he does talk. Since he is for the most part a light hearted guy, it’s hard to ever take him seriously.

Background: Corey comes from a rather large family, and one that just barely makes it by as well. He’s the oldest, both of his parents work, and so does he. His part time job after school usually takes up most of his time. He has four younger siblings three sisters and one brother, the next oldest only a year younger than him. It’s his sister, and she is the one that usually takes care of things around the house. He often gets called a slacker for playing his computer games, or reading while he’s at home...but he really doesn’t do much chore wise. He figures working is the most he can do.

Why They Fail At Life: Corey’s issue isn’t that he isn’t smart enough to go to college, or that he didn’t have the money to. If he’d wanted, someway or other his parents would’ve scraped up the money. The thing is, Corey doesn’t want them to waste it. At school he is the kind of straight A student everyone hates, he even got a 30 on his ACT, first try. The only problem with being good at everything...is that he hasn’t the slightest clue what it is he wants to do. Instead of going to school and wasting money figuring out what he wants to do, Corey decided to take time off and figure it some other way instead.

Other...Corey loves music. He was in the choir at school...just the medium one, not the high level one, because he’s embarrassed about performing.


Raina
Name: Odin Ashling

Appearance: Odin is neither muscular nor thin, not wiry nor fat, he's sort of inbetween, with a sort of... Lean build that boys seems to be adapting more and more often as the years progress. Considered, once at least, to be rather handsome (the hair dye killed it!) he falls into the average height range, measuring up at a good 5'11". What sets Odin apart from the rest of his classmates (other than the strange name) is his hair. Long and falling into his eyes rather straight, heading toward his chin in the front but shorter in the back. But that isn't the wierd part... he got into a bit of a... fight... with permanent dye so the once brown locks are stained deep purples, vibrant blues and even a patch of lime-green here and there. No one bothers to ask how those colors happened, they just did. The strange locks are off-set with bright, bright green eyes that sometimes change so they have a bit of gold in the center. But that's normal.

His clothing consists of blacks, reds, and grays. Tight band t-shirts, perhaps the occasional pair of pants with tears in the knees, maybe even black pinstripe pants should the occasion call for such a thing. He likes to stick to casual dress though. He has a gothic style earring in his left ear, and a piercing through his tongue... just because it's awesome. He wears a silver chain bracelet and has a tattoo on his upper right arm of a dragon flying around it. Oh, and he typically tops everything off with a pair of his favorite vans. (hope that made sense... Ima hurrying!)

Personality: Odin typically is a rather outspoken person, contrary to his appearance. He's very outgoing and LOVES to have a good time. Though smart, he never applies himself, and therefore is often found giving a ridiculous statement or two. He'll do a lot to make those close to him laugh, and finds it hard to part from them, he fears losing them. At times however, he can fall silent, his goofy self dissapearing in the midst of conflict or a serious situation. He is kind and considerate to those who are his friends, but a prankster to those who he dislikes.

Background: Odin has had a typically life, not too much drama, just what every teenager typically goes through. He's a smart kid, or so his parents say, but has failed to get into any colleges due to lack of interest. So he decided to take a break from everything and just, go on a road trip!

Why They Fail At Life: He's lazy. Plain and simple. He just barely scrapes by in his classes because he feels like applying himself is a waste of time. He fears college, and wants to put it off as long as possible. He doesn't want to work at school, it's boring and makes him sleepy... If only he applied himself, he might have a full scholarship to Yale!

Other: Dog lover!



Kiyura
Crew


Kiyura
Crew

PostPosted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 2:34 pm


[RULES]


x. There is no quota that your posts have to meet as far as length goes. I just expect them not to be useless. You want to write three sentences? You want to write three pages? Go ahead! ...Okay perhaps I would prefer that you not write three pages. But you get my point.

x. No godmoding. This goes without saying but I am going to say it anyway. Major things that affect everyone, well, we can always decide those OOC, right? Right.

x. Please try to actually contribute. I want an RP that actually goes somewhere! Don't make me sad by neglecting meee!

x. Don't be annoying and/or retarded. Yeah, shut up, I'm making non-retardedness and non-annoyingness a rule. Believe me, I know that you know when you're being retarded. Luckily we are all sweet like candies or grenadine or some other sweet substance like that, and retarded annoyingness is a very rare occurance among us.

x. Literacy is key. But you are all like literate TO THE MAX so I don't know why I'm wasting time writing this. Who knows, maybe without us always having the rule, we'd all regress into omfg ch47sp34k.

x. We are not waiting for you, and we are not "going in order" or anything gay like that. We post when we post, that is called realistic flow of events...if you're getting behind, just ask for an update..or don't get behind. Preferably the latter.

THAT IS YOUR NEW BIBLE, DARLINGS! Okay maybe not like, your new bible for life because that would be very useless for life that is not an RP. But it is your bible for this RP. Now proceed to go about following those rulies and making everyone happy-like! COOLIO.
PostPosted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 2:40 pm



Kiyura
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Kiyura
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PostPosted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 2:44 pm


PostPosted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 2:51 pm



Kiyura
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Akamishi
Vice Captain

PostPosted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 6:17 pm


((Woo! Are you guys ready for this? COS I AM SO READY FOR THIS! *types*))

After the shock of what Rachel had said sunk in, Peter rather gave her a mix of a look that said: 'Are you flipping kidding?' and 'I can feel my face crisping, will someone switch spots with me?'

"Look here, Rachel... I know... I know you might find this a bit hard to understand," He started gently, a mock kind look on his face. "But umm... You're insane." He finished and glanced around at the gathered others at the round table at which they all sat around outside. "Am I right?" He said, his eyes wide and a wave of his arms. "She's crazy! I dunno about the rest of you, but I am still trying to wash the stench of faliure from my clothes from yesterday, I don't think packing up and hauling a** all the way to the other side of the country is going to make me feel any better." He looked imporingly at Rachel again. "I mean... a house? Buying a HOUSE? I barely had enough cash saved up for college! Not all of us are filthy rich like you! Some of us had to work for a living." He said with a sort of laugh. "I know you don't know what WORK means." He joked.

The young man settled back in his chair, squinting against the summer sun that managed to get passed the shade of the umbrella and shine directly unto his slowly sunburning face. "I mean, seriously, Rach. My mom's already kicked me out of her house, but my dad's letting me stick around... why waste my money?" He ran a hand through his hair losely and then added. "That and it ain't the 70's anymore... a buncha teenagers driving across the country is just asking for trouble." Peter said seriously and then laughed. "And I'm sorry but I'm not some big strong muscle head that's like... gonna save you from rapsits or whatever.... Maybe Wally though." He glanced at the mentioned friend. "Yeah... Wally could sit on them and they'd probably cry for their mothers. Am I right, big guy?" He smiled in a sideways fashion; a sort of smile that proved he was obviously trying to bother him.

Peter then ran a hand across his face. "Ok, seriously, someone trade spots with me. The white boy is toasting."

((hahaha, maybe a bit too long... *hopes it's not too much to respond too* I can cut it down if need be! BUT THERE YOU HAVE IT! I figured he wouldn't be convinced right away... like any sane person! THE END!00
PostPosted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 6:33 pm


Quanda rocked back and forth in her chair, hind legs of it using all their strength to support or short, but full figure. She was looked at a candy bar with a face like curiousity. Her light brown eyes sparkled in the sunlight. She laughed and took a bite, obviously amused at something about the candy bar.

"Have you ever wondered why they make the candy so square? I mean...it'd be cool if they made it oval shaped or something..." She stated rather fact like, making it sound like she was making a speech. Shrugging she took another bite and rocked back some more.

"So yeah, I agree with Milky boy over there." She gave a wink at Peter and leaned foward, putting the chocolate bar down. Before she spoke up again she licked at her fingers and rubbed some melted chocolate from her lips. "I mean, I've got siblings and the such to look after for. My parents are super mom and super dad. All my life I've been watching after them." She paused and looked to the melting candy bar again.

"Yeah, I've seen my share of punks and those crazy assed gangsters out in my life. Heck I feel my brother is starting to become one. Hitting on white chicks and going back and telling me he wants to beat some kid up in school because they told him they couldn't play with them cause he was short or something. You know these days kids grow up to fast! And MAN MY CHOCOLATE IS MELTING!" she picked up the runny chocolate and put it all into her mouth, trying to lick it off the wrapper.

"Why does chocolate melt so easily..." She glared and put the wrapper into her pant's pocket, leaning back some more.

"So as I was saying...yeah...the sun is pretty bright. And Peter...you're just a vampire...get over it...get a tan or something. You could be mistaken for a a ghost next time some kid sees you. Make them run off screaming and wetting their pants. Maybe not as big as Wally Senior over there...but sure heck of a creepy guy." She gave him a disgusted look, obviously being sarcastic and stood up from the chair, sending it on it's back. She walked over to Peter and sat down in his lap.

"There, you get some shade from my mighty afro of sunblocking power!" She raised a fist. "yeah...how the heck am I supposed to get rid of my babysitting job. My parents are practically on their hands and knees to keep me in the house. I can hardly get a painting out anymore."

((I'm ready too! Huzzah! Yes...Quanda is strange...just like everyone else here! SUCAHS!)

Miss Jiffy
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Alandra_Noir
Vice Captain

PostPosted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 6:48 pm


((Haha, YAY FOR POSTS! And it was kinda short, and like, THATS OKAY! *is so totally over the long posting thing* YAY FOR THAT! It was getting... ridiculous. Anyway. I POST!))

"Okay, first off... Peter, you're a wuss." Avalon over dramatically got out of her seat, wrapped her gloved hands around the arm of Peter's slightly rusty metal chair, and with an irritating scraping noise, swung him under the shade of the umbrella. She then pulled her chair to where his was, and lightly plopped down, adjusting the sunglasses she'd donned a bit earlier. "Tah dah. Problem solved." ((Just... pretend that was AFTER Nada sat on him, kay? KAY!)) Trading plates in the same manner she traded places, she turned her attention onto Rachel.

"Unlike our uncooked lobster, I think that's a great idea. I've been dying to go on a road trip for oh... I dunno, ever since I heard of the idea. And since college isn't anything I'm planning on soon, I've gotta spend that extra money SOMEHOW... Nada, how can he eat if there's fro in his face?" She raised an eyebrow and tossed a french fry at the girl. "Careful, Miss Chocolate. We don't want YOU melting too." She flashed a wide grin.

Munching a few fries herself, she nodded to Rachel, "I think we should go for it. I mean, come on, it's a ROAD TRIP. We're out of school, a bunch of almost-done-being-teens with nothing better to do. Why the heck would ANYONE turn that down? Unless they're crazy... But not in the way we're crazy, I mean CRAZY crazy."

"Hell, I'll write that check right now. I'm SO in for this. I want to get OUT of here... I also want another milkshake." Waving down a waitress, she ordered another, then leaned back in her chair. "Don't tell me this isn't an opportunity of a lifetime, or you ARE crazy crazy. If any of you guys say no," she pointed a finger at each and every person at the table, "I might have to beat the correct answer out of you. Even you, Wally. I could SO take you."

((haha, uhh, there. WOOSH!))
PostPosted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 7:23 pm


((Haha I'm sorry, I have to post. My fingers are typing of their own accord! I have noooo controoool!))

Rachel grunted uncharacteristically, and flopped back on the ground beside the table melodramatically--and somewhat embarrassingly, sprawling herself all over the place. "Finally, someone has some sense! Oh, Ava, my wonderful Ava, there are so many reasons I adore you, and right now this is the main one. You guys...this is a once-in-a-lifetime offer, here! Our own freaking chalet? That thing is like...nicer than half of the houses in the city. Let's look at it this way, shall we? Even if you hate the idea, it would be completely retarded for you to turn it down. Do you know what the return would be if we decided to sell it? You're mathematically challenged selves would be up triple what you started with, at the very least. You have absolutely nothing to lose."

She sat up again, and reached over to grab a fry. Gritting her teeth a bit, she regarded it carefully, and then ate it extremely quickly. "And your families can live without you. Peter, you sexy, sexy boy, you! You shouldn't have to depend on your father deciding to keep you this week--" the look on her face didn't give away that she knew it was probably a low blow, considering he got kicked out by his mother, "--at your age. You can have a place of your own--no one is going to kick you out of a house that you help pay for, you know? It'll be yours...no, it'll be ours. Come on. Nada, what if you had gone off to school? Your family would have survived. They'll survive just the same if you come away with us."

Rachel fought to keep a bratty look off of her face, and opted for an optimistic, convincing one instead. She wanted this too bad to let her horrible attitude get in the way of it. "Come on."

Kiyura
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deluded_freak

PostPosted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 7:32 pm


((I dunno what to say. I'll have Anna say something for me.))

Anna sat, nibbling on her pizza crust while she listened to her friends put in their opinions towards Rachel's suggestion. She herself, could totally go for an awesome cross-country road trip to an obscure cabin up in the mountains. Her parents were already telling her to get out of the house as it was, so they could stop supporting her and start saving up for their retirement- which was a long ways off, as she had told them the night before.

Setting the burnt bread back on her plate, she pulled one of her big feet up to rest on her chair. "A road trip sounds awesome. But... Okay, I can't find any reasons why I wouldn't be able to go."

Licking her dry lips, she watched as Quanda put her melting chocolate into her pocket. Confused, she murmured, half to herself, "But that'll only make it melt faster..." She shook her head and unscrewed the cap of her water bottle, taking a long swig.

"I've got no life as it is, no future to speak of- College is out of my reach, as are plenty of other things the kids our age are doing right about now. Well, that is, besides us... We're all losers. There ain't no denying it anymore," Tapping her fingers on her plate, Anna looked up at the pole of the umbrella, her eyes following its path to the branching shafts of wood that held the cloth in place. "But, at the same time, we're not so low that we would want to work at Mickey Dee's the rest of our sad lives. You want fries with that burger?"

Drumming out a simple tattoo on the plate, she looked around at the rest of them, wondering what they would say next, if anything. "I'm all for it- And that's not because of Avalon's threat."

Stuffing the last of her pizza crust into her mouth, she pulled her other big foot onto the seat and chewed slowly.

((EDIT: Okay, so... just saw Kiki's post. But I think it's fine without editting... Yeah, I'ma leave it as it is.))
PostPosted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 7:45 pm


((OMGS POOOOSTS! And this'll be it cos I have loserly school tomorrow... and I needa sleep and stuff!))

In response to Nada sitting in his lap, he gave a grunting sound and raised his arms above his head; a sort of habit he had adopted so as not to accidently touch anything he'd get hit for. "Great. Now I'm toasting and I can't feel my legs." Though, he then gave a bit of squeak as his seat was roughly gripped and slid over into the shade. He clenched his jaw and opened a squinty eye at Avalon.

"Geez, woman! You coulda just traded me seats...! Well, can't expect too many bright ideas from little Ms. Ditzy Cheerleader, can we?" He teased in response, an eyebrow rasied. He returned his hands to their upright position and cracked a laugh at Avalon's smart remark about chocolate and in response added on: "Yeah, chocolate melts... and white chocolate just gets all red and puffy, and screams when you poke it too hard."

Though, that look of 'Are you flipping CRAZY?' returned ten fold as Avalon agreed with her, and then Rachel's attempts to convince him once more. The 'this week' remark, made him lose face for a moment, but he stubbornly set his jaw, blowing a bit of hair away from his eyes.

"You're all crazy! The bunch of you!" He said in an exasperated voice. "I'd drive you all crazy in the car... Imagine all my bathroom breaks... And do you KNOW how much I eat?! You heard the cheerleader!...! I'm a wuss! She could probably kick my a**, now that I think about it... took me in what... second grade?" He gave Rachel a look. "And I know you'd love to have me just on the solid fact that I AM the most attractive man in this country, but listen... I just... I just won't do it!" He amended, and slumped back in his chair, only to make an odd sort of face and wriggle back up again. "Ahhhahahha... Watch where you're siiiitting, Nada." Peter said in a very quiet voice, his dark eyes watering.

((hahaa, poor boy... GO!))

EDIT FOR DELUDEDEDEDEDEDE!~!!!:

Peter made a face as the other girl agreed. "You women are all crazy! ALL OF YOU!... And watch where you put those things." He said of her feet. "You might poke someone's eye out." He then glanced over at Wally. "You'll take my side, right? Defending our honor as SANE MEN!?"

((THEEERE!))

Akamishi
Vice Captain


Miss Jiffy
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PostPosted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 7:56 pm


Nada scooted around in Peter's lap so she was evenly placed...and not sitting on something important. "You know Peter...I'm not THAT fat. Goodness, you sick pale boy." she leaned her head back on his shoulder and grinned widely. "And Ava babe, we people of african decent like to call afros frizzy challenge hair and corckscrewed curls. Anyways, it's so sweet to be able to stick money in it...as is for your boobs." she pushed her breasts and leaned over to grab some of Peter's food.

She looked over to Rachel with a look of confusion on her face before she laughed loudly, her recognizable laugh coming out again. "OH GREAT SCOTS OF HEAVENS ABOVE! I'M IN! You guys are so persuasive! Or I am just too gulliable! Anyways, we'll be able to give eachother pedicures while trying to drive and put make up on! And the boys and I can talk about foot ball or wet dreams. Good times, good times."

She took some more of Peter's food, eating an apple with her pearly whites. "Anna is in too? heck yes! We short girls can unite! Short girls rock! Though I'll be the odd ball out, I'll be so rocking with my white chocolate crew. We all good we all good." She patted Peter's cheek and then looked around and took her chocolate from her pocket again, eating the rest of it.

"Okay, let's get this food out of here, or I'll be in the gym for hours today. Damn you guys...so much food! Here Peter, eat it all HURRY! HURRY! EAT TILL YOUR BARF YOU SKINNY BOY!" she cried and lifted the plate towards him. "Or not..." she put it back down and sighed.

"Oh come on Petey ol boy! You need some excitement in your life. I can't do it all the time for you. All of us in some cars blasting the radio, smelling skunks and cow pastures. The sweet serenity of the wind blowing through..." she lifted a hand and picked at the boy's hair. "THIS hair! Come on...if I am going...you have to..."

Her eyes watered and she made a tear roll down her cheek. "Please Petey! Please...I beg of you...it just wouldn't be the same without you. Pleaaaaase."

((I gotta go to bed too guys. XD ))
PostPosted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 8:09 pm


((Wahahaha, YESH. *types*))

Avalon grinned, gnawing on another fry. "That's right, punks. Fear me. Rachel and I WIN." She leaned back in her chair, leisurly putting her arms behind her head and looking at the others over the rims of her sunglasses. "Righto, Anna... Chicks three, guys zip." She looked to Peter. "No, moving you was easier. We both know how hard it is to get Nada out of a guy's lap." She raised an eyebrow, and gave quite a laugh at Peter's retort in response to her own comment.

Though, that laugh stopped short when he mentioned the cheerleader thing, though, that was quickly replaced by a smug look. "Second grade is right. Took you out with a right hook, if I do remember right... Kept you in your proper place ever since, Petey, didn't I?" And she took it upon herself to toss a few fries at him. She HATED that cheerleading bit, and he ALWAYS brought it up, the little bugger... But then again, she always had enough on him to come right back.

"Oh, sorry, Nada, I don't have any singles on me. YOu take credit?" Avalon waved a Visa in the general direction of the woman's boobs, then gave a bit of a cheer when she agreed to go too. "FOUR POINTS. Your gender's losing it, Peter. Better step up and redeem your manhood... If it hasn't already been CRUSHED."

Avalon gave a bit of a chuckle and ran a hand through her dark hair to get it out of her face, "Come on, Peter... Rachel's right... What have you got to lose?"

((WOOSH!))

Alandra_Noir
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AmayaSerafina
Captain

PostPosted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 8:16 pm



((Ima here! I said I had to go to meh mothers house she has no internet. I just got back. I'll get a profile done if I can before I have to go to bed and then post in the morning, but I can't right now >.> I'm not making any promises.))
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