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 Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 4:15 pm
After having both your reserve and your profile accepted by me, please post your profile in here so everyone can get to know your character. <3
Males
Kevin Neece
Osiris Whelan
Damien Niche
Females
Cheryl Jenkins
Kassandra Wright
Rosemary Jade
OOC Thread & IC Thread
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 3:40 am
 KEVIN COURTNEY NEECE❝I can't promise I'll go easy on you❞xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxT H E - B A S I C S
NICKNAME: Nothing so far.
AGE: Seventeen
BIRTHDAY: 4 April
HEIGHT: 5'4''
WEIGHT: 110 lbs
SEXUALITY: Pansexual
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PERSONALITY: Kevin is actually a quite charming young man, despite his need for sex and being slightly immature from time to time. He is more than often seen together with his friends or someone else; he's never, ever alone. Well, almost never. As he is outgoing and not afraid to try new things, he makes new friends in the blink of an eye! That is, if his new "friends" aren't creeped out by his sexual hints he drops from time to time. He's a fast thinker and often act without thinking too much about the consequences of his actions. And having several projects on hand is no problem for him; only actually finishing them is. But being creative in every way possible, he'll figure something out to finish the tasks on his hands.
BIOGRAPHY: Kevin Courtney Neece was born on a rainy April afternoon seventeen years ago. He received his middle name - Courtney - after a sister he was supposed to have had if she hadn't died within the few hours after being born a two years before he was born. Kevin wasn't born in town, but rather quite a few miles away. Though, as his father lost his current job when he was three, they had to move around a lot. It wasn't until a few weeks after Kevin turned four that they finally settled down here when his father found a job where he could stay for longer than two months. And ever since, the Neece family has lived in town, being the happy and perfect family they wanted to be.
As a child, Kevin was a shy boy who never spoke to anyone. He mostly played by himself, both at home and in school. But as he grew older and got more confidence, he started to play with the other kids in school and quickly made new friends that still are his friends. Among his friends, he has slept with at least a handful of them quite a few times, making them all keep it a secret.
His parents noticed early that their son was very creative - especially musically - and put him on piano classes when he was eight. But after three years he got bored of it and wanted to play the guitar instead. Said and done - Kevin was put on guitar lessons instead. He started out acoustic but changed to electric after about a year and a half after slipping into rock and metal music, and that has been his favourite instrument to play since. Even though he has never taken any singing classes, he is still a good singer and is a self-taught screamer and growler.
Kevin is rarely seen without his circle lenses and make up, something he started with when he started high school. Having a period of listening to Japanese rock, he got influenced by the visual kei fashion and adapted it in his own way by bleaching his hair and style it; putting on make up and using lenses. He hates to look like everyone else and would rather stand out of the crowd in the most extreme ways. He even came to school dressed as a lolita once! Why? Because he could and felt like it.
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LIKES
ღ Music, both listen and play ღ Playing around with his hair ღ Sex ღ Fashion
DISLIKES
✗ Being told what to do ✗ Coffee ✗ Winter and everything that comes with it ✗ Being rejected ✗ Being alone
SHH! THIS IS MY SECRET: He's a sex addict! He'd sleep with anyone in anyway, more or less. So don't worry - he won't turn you down.
FACE CLAIM: YOHIO
MY MASTER: Psykfall
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 5:52 am
 CHERYL SAHARA JENKINS❝Would you like some sugar to that coffee?❞xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxT H E - B A S I C S
NICKNAME: Nothing
AGE: Seventeen
BIRTHDAY: 28 September
HEIGHT: 5'3''
WEIGHT: 119 lbs
SEXUALITY: Straight
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PERSONALITY: Cheryl is a sweet and friendly girl with a big heart. She is always seen smiling and will lighten up at least someone's day with her happy smiles and encouraging words. Though piss her off and all hell will break loose! But in her parents eyes, she's the perfect daughter. Thanks to her cheerful and friendly persona, Cheryl has a lot of friends and is quite popular among the boys; she's pretty and she knows it, so she can be a bit vain. Looking good is important to her and takes her time to get ready for school or parties.
BIOGRAPHY: This little princess is the child of the owners to a small hotel in town. The name Cheryl was given to her from her grandmother whose name was Sheryll. Born and raised in town, she was given the happiest childhood her parents could give her despite them working a lot, which they still do. She spent many, many hours in her parents small hotel, running up and down the corridors playing with her Barbie dolls or dressed up as a princess with her mother's lipstick smeared on her face. Her mother thought it was embarrassing, but the hotel guests thought she was charming with the bright smile she always had when she stopped to talk to them.
As the only child of the family, Cheryl got everything she pointed at, no matter how expensive. That was just her parent's way to show their love, she figured and has taken advantage of that. Even today, she still gets everything she points at or hints that she wants this or that. For her sixteenth birthday she had hinted that she wanted to have a baby blue car, which of course she got. Now she only actually has to get her driver's licence to be allowed to use it.
In school, Cheryl has always been a good student. Not the best grades, but she still shows up every day and attends every class and is active. Studying - however - is something that's not so very fun. But even though she doesn't study much, she still manages to pass her classes. Especially her English classes, which is her favourite for special reasons. When she's not in school she tends to hang out with her friends or watch some crappy tv-show. Three days a week she works at a café in town to get some extra money and to fill up her free time with something. It's actually mostly because she doesn't want to do her homework.
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LIKES
ღ Her part time job ღ School ღ Sweets ღ Watching crappy tv-shows
DISLIKES
✗ Dogs ✗ Going to church w/ her parents✗ Using flat shoes ✗ Spicy foods ✗ Study/Homework
SHH! THIS IS MY SECRET: She is sleeping with his English teacher
FACE CLAIM: -
MY MASTER: Psykfall
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 1:44 pm
 OSIRIS CONNER WHELAN ❝Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.❞xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxT H E - B A S I C S
NICKNAME: Osiris
AGE: Twenty-eight
BIRTHDAY: January 10
HEIGHT: 6'4"
WEIGHT: 164lbs
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
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PERSONALITY: I'm very protective with everyone around me. I find it a necessity to be the one to make sure they are okay, whether or not they can handle themselves. Aside from that, my personality is quite kind and caring. I would put my life on the line for others if need be, but I would also put my foot down as well. I don't like when people try to talk back to me in a rude manner, as I know there are some kids who just enjoy causing trouble. Things may be fun and games for a while, as I'm pretty laid back when it comes to most things, but they should know when enough is enough. If they piss me off, then that is that. When it comes to my personal life, I'm very private about it. I don't like when people prod, and I surely don't talk about it very often - especially my past. I know how to fight in hand-to-hand combat, as I went through some training as a hobby in college, so being physical is not a scary thing for me. I'll stand my ground, there's no doubt about that. Of course, when I'm wrong, I have no problem admitting it. I try to be logical about everything, even my faults.
BIOGRAPHY: I was born in a smaller town on the outskirts of Wicklow, Ireland, to a wealthy family. My parents were some high-end business people - mainly my father - though they preferred to stay in smaller areas rather than move to somewhere like Dublin or another big city. I was born alongside my twin sister, Valkyrie, as her twin brother. We were close throughout our childhood, and raised just like any other kid should be: to be strong, intelligent, and full-on leaders. Of course, that never meant we weren't allowed to be kids, in fact that was far from the case. Our mother often encouraged us to go out and play, even if it was just by ourselves - he wanted us to be children, alongside with our duties and responsibilities while growing up. Still, even though we were born on the outskirts of Wicklow, we still had many friends in the bigger city.
Skipping forward, we'll go to the time when my sister and I turned thirteen years old. My father had sat us down to talk; explaining our places when it came to the family. We both knew that we were the children of two very wealthy people, and with that came responsibilities to keep up the family image and whatnot. Though, it had never sank in just who would take our parents' place when they passed, or when they stepped down. That's what this talk was about. He explained to us that, because we were an old-fashioned-type family, the first born male was to step up and take control of the business. And if there was no male, it would be the first born female. It didn't seem to sink in, but once my father put it in plain words - that I would be the one running the business - everything changed.
My sister grew angry, saying she had just as much of a chance to run the business as I did. That it wasn't fair for me to just inherit it, because we were of the same age, and were mainly alike when it came to our personalities. Needless to say, I argued back, and told her that it was our father's decision, whether she liked it or not. It wasn't that I necessarily wanted to take over the business, but who was I to argue about it? If my sister were to be the one to take it over instead of me, then that would have been completely fine and dandy from my point of view. Still... it wasn't enough for her. From there on, it was chaos. We were no longer close; no longer best friends. She constantly pushed me away and tried to avoid me all together. Our friends were now splitting sides, and everything that was once done by both of us, was now done by only one, or neither. Our parents had tried to patch our relationship up, though nothing seemed to work. We would constantly fight and argue and overall tell one another we hated the other. It was as if our closeness from before had just disappeared and didn't even matter anymore. She was in the wrong, and I was in the wrong... I see that now. I shouldn't have fueled her fire, and she shouldn't have gotten so angry over something that neither of us could control. But the way it was handled, I don't think she would have been happy even if our father did give her a chance to prove she deserved it more than me. That's just the way she was. Then again, I suppose the fact that I rubbed it in her face that I was getting the business and she was not didn't really help dull down the fire. It was just another way to hurt her because she was hurting me.
When we were around eighteen years old, our parents grew very ill. Mother was the first to die, as illness took her within the first two months of coming down with it. The doctor was unsure what it was, and it was becoming far too advanced too quickly for him to really understand. Our parents had become secluded from us to make sure we did not come down with it. And only a month after mother had died... father went along with her. It left the business unattended, and it became apparent that it was my time to step up. I did inherit it afterall, no? I took my rightful place; taking the business into my own hands. But with little to no experience, however, I had it coming.
I did the best I could for the business, but I just was unable to do it. Being so young and inexperienced, as well as not having little to no motivation... well, you can imagine how that went. Everything started to go downhill, and my sister stood right over my shoulder, scolding me and telling me how bad I was at doing it. How horrible things were going, and how much I was ******** everything up. For a while, I took it, and I was determined to prove her wrong. I was determined to prove myself to not only her, but my dead father. I had to prove that he made the right decision in giving me the business.... but no matter what I tried, no matter how hard I tried, nothing worked. I just kept ******** it all up.
About a year into holding the business as my own, I'd had enough. In secret, I went and signed the business over to my sister, surprising her with the papers to sign as well so she could finally take over the business. However, rather than really giving her a choice, I had sent the lawyer with the papers, and I was gone. I had packed my stuff up by then, and taken a boat to America. I left Valkyrie with the choice to either take over the business and pick it up again, or to let it die, or to sell it off. She took it over, like I knew she would, but I can only imagine how pissed she was that I just abandoned everything like that. I can't blame her, but it was for the best, was it not? I wasn't able to take care of it... I never would be able to. My heart was not into it.
When I got to America, I went to school right off the bat as I waited for my Visa to be approved. It took a bit before I finally figured out what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, so I did my main classes first - but in enough time, I finally chose to teach. Maybe I could help change the lives of kids so I didn't have to worry about my own past being ******** up.
Anyway, here I am.... been teaching at this school for quite a few years now, and I love it. But this year, something has... changed compared to the rest. One of the girls in one of my classes has managed to catch my eye, and uhm... well, let's just say my career would be ruined if anyone was to find out about it.
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LIKES
ღ Running ღ Wolves ღ Food ღ Reading
DISLIKES
✗ Disobedience ✗ Laziness ✗ Bigotry ✗ Cats
SHH! THIS IS MY SECRET: Osiris is sleeping with one of his students.
FACE CLAIM: -
MY MASTER: gawdz0rz
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 9:26 am
 Kasandra Lynne Wright❝Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.❞xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxT H E - B A S I C S
NICKNAME: Kass
AGE: Twenty-four
BIRTHDAY: 5 March
HEIGHT: 5' 10"
WEIGHT: 120 lbs.
SEXUALITY: Straight
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PERSONALITY: Kass is quite the wild spirit. She has no fears of speaking her mind and can get quite rowdy at times. If she does not agree with the actions of others, she will call them out for it. As it comes to men, she has a lot of trouble and not a lot of experience with them. She likes her boys younger and more immature. For some strange reason, Kass just isn't that appealed to guys her age. She loves to dress in normal clothes during the day, basically however she feels like. At night, however, Kassandra will deem very sexy and stylish clothing so that she looks stunning. Though, she doesn't do it for anyone in particular, she just likes a nice boost of ego every so often so that people notice her and she can feel better about herself, despite her dark secrets. It also gives her an air that she knows what she is doing and that's the way she likes to come off to people.
BIOGRAPHY: Kassandra was born in the town and moved away after she had turned eight. it had always seemed a home to her and the only reason she had to move was because her mother and father got a divorce. She was sent to live with her mother and let me tell you, that was pretty far away from the area. Her mom bought a home in a very secluded and rural area. The home was big and so were the sizes of the heads people living nearby had. They all wanted to impress her mom with the amount of money they had. Sometimes Kass would come home and there would be a random car in the driveway. There was truly only one explanation for it and that was something she did not want to think about her Mom even doing. I guess that's why she hasn't really had sex yet. After watching her mom basically whore herself out for money, Kass never wanted anything to do with sex or the old perverts in the area. On one occasion, a creeper male had been inappropriately touching Kass' hair and this didn't blow over too well with her. she ended up kicking him in the nuts and her Mom scolded her about it.
After that scary incident went down, Kass had had enough of her mother and the foolish things she would do. She called up her father and told him how horrible it was with her mother and how she was afraid her alcoholic, whore mom would eventually start putting her on the market to get more money. Needless to say, her father fought in the courts, which didn't last long, and Kass got her wish to go back to the town she had once lived in. Of course things seemed to have changed when Kass got back there. A lot of new faces and some old ones were still there. A lot of the people seemed to be the same as when Kass lived with her mother. She hated superficial people and it was one part of society that Kass really did not want to tolerate at all. Ignoring most of them and going on her merry way, Kass still had yet to have a true boyfriend or any experience in relations like that. It was a bit surprising seeing how attractive she could be when she wanted to be.
A lot of men around her age would hit on her and she'd go on a date or two, but ultimately she found herself not that interested. It was even worse when the older men decided they would try to court Kass. If she was in a bad enough mood, Kass would tell them off and call them obscene names about their age and how creepy they were. Some people around town found this funny and even stood by her side when Kass would make proclamations like this. But even then, part of her felt like a hypocrite. Kass had started seeing a boy that was about seventeen years old and still in high school. Of course this was all in secret and nobody was supposed to know about it. It didn't last long and Kass found herself loving the attention and how well she could get along with the men that were younger than she was. I guess that's how it all started. Creepy old men just weren't fun or appealing enough for her. She liked her men young, like she felt at heart.
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LIKES
ღ video games ღ eating (loves nearly all foods) ღ art and writing ღ younger guys
DISLIKES
✗ people that flaunt money ✗ words like swag or yolo ✗ bullying others ✗ snakes
SHH! THIS IS MY SECRET: pretends she isn't a virgin so she seems cooler and more experienced when it comes to boys. (Also has a secret love for younger guys. And by younger, barely legal if even that.)
FACE CLAIM: Emily VanCamp
MY MASTER: Atami Uchiha
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 9:50 pm
 Damien Lee Niche ❝Don't judge because you'll never know the whole truth❞xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxT H E - B A S I C S
NICKNAME: Mochi
AGE: Sixteen
BIRTHDAY: 3rd September
HEIGHT: 5'5"
WEIGHT: 135lbs
SEXUALITY: Pansexual
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PERSONALITY: He's the type of kid who always smiles because he feels like his smiles can somehow brighten up someones day. He tries to befriend all because when he was a child the only people he had around him were the maids of his house, his parents were always to busy working. He didn't like the feeling of being lonely so he tries to keep others from feeling the same way. He's polite to all just because of the way he was raised and he tries not to judge but sometimes it's hard to go against human nature. When he prejudges a person he feels bad and mentally yells at himself later because he's learned that people are the way they are because of the way they grew up. People aren't like they are just because, something happened in their life to make them that way so he tries his best to understand.
BIOGRAPHY: Damien's mother is Korean while his father is french. He was born in South Korea but his family only lived their for two years before moving back to the states and settling down in the so-called perfect neighborhood. As he grew older he started to find interest in his mother's clothing. Everything about her clothes fascinated her and often when he was left alone with the maids he would sneak into his mother's closet and try everything on. No one ever caught him so the secret was all his.
When he was old enough he would often go out to town after school, taking the money his parents gave him to buy anything he wanted. They probably expected him to buy video games and things of that nature but he always found himself going to the clothing store. He could always be found in the women's department and, due to the fact that his mother and him wore the same size clothing, he could easily say that he was buying his mother a present if anyone got to curious.
When he was around the age of fourteen he started to become interested in makeup along with the clothing. He started off with simple eyeliner and then progressed onto lipstick and eye shadow. When he was fifteen he started buying accessories. He kept all of his purchases in a giant locked trunk in the back of his closet. He is the only one with a key and the only time he ever pulls anything out is when everyone else is sleeping in the house and he makes sure that he's locked in the confines of his bathroom before actually changing his clothes.
There is only one copy of the key to his clothes trunk and he make sure to keep it on a chain around his neck. He never takes it off and if it feels as though the chain might fall off he's quick to replace it with a new one. He can't afford for that key to go missing.
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LIKES
ღ Dancing ღ Frogs ღ Dresses ღ Eating
DISLIKES
✗ Bugs ✗ Loneliness ✗ School work ✗ Silence
SHH! THIS IS MY SECRET: He likes to crossdress
FACE CLAIM: Lee Sungjong
MY MASTER: nekkajitge
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 5:01 pm
 Rosemary Michelle Jade ❝Just because they look innocent doesn't mean they actually are.❞xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxT H E - B A S I C S
NICKNAME: Rose, Michy
AGE: Twenty seven
BIRTHDAY: 30th May
HEIGHT: 5'3" (164cm)
WEIGHT: 125 lbs (56kg)
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
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PERSONALITY: Rose is quite shy around new people and is the type that rather stay in her house and read then to go out partying with friends. When she gets used to people she's a little more open and free but still slightly reserved. She's the type who will walk around and just start singing along to the music if she comfortable around the people around her or if she's alone in her home. She loves singing and writes songs but is too shy to actually show them to people. When she needs to be she can easily smile to people and help them when they need it but she's not really one who like dealing with people at long periods of time.
BIOGRAPHY: Rosemary hasn't always lived in the town, she grew up in Chicago, IL with a foster mother and father. She never had the chance to meet her real parents but she never had any complaints, they treated her as if she was their own. She was with them for as long as she could remember and they always treated her well, she was thirteen years old when she first learned that they weren't her real parents. She didn't really care about it, she felt loved so it didn't matter if they were real or not; they felt real enough to her.
When she was fifteen years old her foster father walked into her bedroom at night with his breath reeking with the smell of alcohol. That was the first time she was abused and the next morning when she tried to tell her foster mother about it she was brushed off, he foster mother telling her that she was just having a bad nightmare. The abuse went on for a year before she finally snapped because she knew her foster mother heard her pleading for him to stop, for someone to help her but each one of her cries fell on deaf ears. It was late at night and one of the rare nights that her father was actually sober. She snuck off to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife she could find before quietly making her way towards their bedroom.
She slit her foster mother's neck first because she knew that her mother was the lighter sleeper out of the two. Once she was sure her foster mother was dead she moved over to her foster father and just started stabbing the blade into him with as much force as she could. After forty seven stabs to the chest and abdomen she finally stopped. Tears were running down her face and her light blue nightgown was painted crimson.
She moved away from the bodies with a look of horror on her face, she couldn't believe what she had done. She kept the knife with her before she just turned and ran for it. She didn't bother even grabbing her shoes as she ran out into the night. The moon was high in the sky and no one was out, the rest of the world sleeping while she ran.
She didn't stop until her legs gave out on her. The impact of her hitting the ground had her letting go of the knife, it had slid under a dumpster nearby. She pushed herself off the ground and started walking forward once more. She kept walking until she found some clothes hanging in someone's backyard. She looked down at her bloody nightgown and decided that she needed a change of clothes. She took whatever she could grab and disappeared into a nearby alley way, tossing her bloody clothing into a dumpster.
The four years she spent living on the street were nothing but a blur to her. She survived by selling her body and stealing. She never stayed in one place for too long until she found the quaint little town she still finds herself living. She cleaned herself up and found a simple job and saved up enough to buy a small house before getting a better paying job and starting over. She still saw news reports about her foster parents murder and how they were still looking into it and she jump whenever she heard a police siren.
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LIKES
ღ Music ღ Food ღ Candles ღ Singing
DISLIKES
✗ Police ✗ Rats ✗ Silence ✗ Cold
SHH! THIS IS MY SECRET: Killed her parents, on the run
FACE CLAIM: Ailee
MY MASTER: nekkajitge
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