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~~Rules and Things You Need To Know~~

-Your sexuality and gender does not matter to me at all. All my characters are pansexual and a couple like to alter their genders depending on situations.
-So I know the plot wasn't very specific, but you'l be rooming with the 7 Deadly Sins. I've been wanting to do like a dating sim/rpg kind rp for a while and I wanna try it out.
-You are a human
-Please post at least a paragraph every time (4-5 sentences), and try to be active. I understand getting busy! I'm just coming out of a slump myself!
-NO MARY-SUES
-Make an ORIGINAL character. Please no Sasuke Uchihas or Haruhi Suzumiyas
-No godmodding. be realistic.
-Cursing and such isn't a problem for me, Wrath with curse a LOT so...yeah
-I don't really have boundaries so if I make you uncomfortable or take things to far or whatever just let me know.
-Please PM me your profile titled "There aint nothin in this world for free" so I know you read the rules
-I have a plot developing and such so I won't give my characters bios bc I'm bad at sticking to them. So if you are to you don't have to give a bio.
-Please use a pic that's not a real person because I feel weird using IRL pics of people to RP
-We will RP on this thread
-If things get spicy, we can either go to PMs or time skip idgaf
-Er I think that's it. Have fun! I'll be happy to meet you!

Name: Myra Syn
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: No specific preference
Personality: Positive, motivated, more than a little klutzy, has a big heart, is friendly towards everyone, and trusts everyone that flashes her a smile. (Which is a blessing and a curse in some situations.) Loves art and cooking, and is too nice for her own good.
Likes: Being kind, doing favors for everyone(which in turn spreads herself too thin), keeping everyone happy even at the cost of her own happiness at times.
Dislikes: People judging her before even getting to know her first, mean people, dwelling on the past.
Bio: (insert dark/sad childhood stories here), after graduating college with a diploma in Fine-arts, she moved from her original hometown of Louisiana, leaving every person who ever doubted and bullied her behind... She had finally arrived in Cali, now she could really be free and do whatever she wanted! But life doesn't always go as planned...Myra had applied to many offices, companies, art museums, but sadly no one was interested in her.(all while staying at many different, sketchy motels) Depressed, but not giving up she had finally found a small cafe in town, the pay wasn't much but the cafe would let her put her art up on their walls and customers would sometimes buy them. She was finally gaining an income, but not enough for an apartment for herself...days passed and she finally found a home! Cheap, big space, everything seemed well but...7 people were living there too?! Oh boy..
Other: Her personality makes her seem like a sweet, naive and simple girl from Louisiana but her dark past may surprise you, she is stronger than she seems.
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Amir grabbed a bunch of magazines off the coffee table in his hands, frowning deeply at the messy, chaotic environment. All around, everyone was yelling at each other an trying to pick things up, although at least half of the group was just making things worse. He frown deepened as he handed them to Canaan to give him something to do with his hands, sense he looked like he was about to punch Maxime at any second. "Every one needs to calm to ******** down!" Amir snapped, eyes scanning over to Angel and Fang, who were both trying to clean off counters in the open kitchen over.
"Well tell Tony to stop getting crumbs all over everything!" Fang snapped back, clenching a rag in one hand and some dusting cleaner in the other.
"I asked if you wanted help and you told me to stay out of the way!" Tony retaliated, shoving a dorito in his mouth. It was true. He tried to help because Angel asked him too, though Fang just shooed him away.
"You've been alive longer than the ******** Mesopotamians. Least you can do is try to eat correctly," Fang hissed back, gaining a shove Angel.
"Yo, be nice to him!" Angel hissed, pushing her long blonde hair out of her face.
Amir was about to interfere when he heard all the magazines in Canaan's hands hit the floor. He was red in the face, fists clenched as he glared daggers into the other. "We agreed that you would be a girl to ease our new roommate better! Three women is better than five men in this situation," Canaan growled, getting tired of the other.
"What? And let you have all the chances to yourselves?" Maxime said calmly, grinning as he pushed his bangs out of his face.
"Well, what if she's gay?"
"Then I'll switch."

Amir couldn't help but look over at Shiloh, who was staying out of trouble on the couch, nodding off as he read from a beauty magazine. Amir had to admit, he was pretty envious of Shiloh right now, staying so calm and staying out of the way. Their new roommate should be here any second, and everything was a ******** disaster. He put his face in his hands, groaning. He hated all of them.

Amir finally gave an exasperated groan, hand running down his face. This was ridiculous. Why couldn't they get along for like...five seconds?Only a couple of them actually liked each other, but unfortunately, they've been forced together for the last couple of years. Of course, that what daddy Death said. He rolled his eyes, glaring at the group. "Enough!" He spat, gaining everyone's attention. "Angel, Fang, you two put up the cleaning supplies. Tony, put that bag up and sit down next to Shiloh. Behave!" He turned back over to the other half of the group, glaring at them. "Maxime, we agreed on you taking a feminine form to make Myra feel better. If I don't see titties on you in the next five minutes, I will kick you out. And Canaan!" He snapped, glaring over at the man who was at least a head taller than him, and looked like he was wanting to squash Amir like a bug. "Clean up the magazine's you threw on the floor. Please. We need her to stay to do all the...human things. We have too much to do to deal with those kinds of thing. Now go!" Amir said, clapping his hands together in a command.
The group obeyed hesitantly, some even grumbling at him as they worked. Amir didn't care at all. He was just happy everyone was working. Finally, he heard the doorbell ring. Everyone went ridged. "Alright. Let's do this," Amir said with a soft sigh. He made his way to the door and opened it up, smiling at the small green-haired girl in front of him. Ah. How adorable. "Welcome! You must be Myra?" He asked pleasantly as if he wasn't screaming two minutes ago.
In a second, a pretty blonde woman come over, smiling kindly. "Hi! I'm Angel. May I take your bags?" She asked, helping Myra unload, watching Amir do the same. "And I'm Amir. Come, come, you can meet the others," he said kindly, bringing the girl in. The house was...in need of work. Although they had been cleaning, there was still a lot of work that needed to be done. It was cluttered, and feng shui was just not happening at all. It was definitely a house of different personalities. There were five other people sitting around the large living room. On the couch was a small, androgynous boy about her size and a larger boy who looked a bit bummed, dorito dust around his mouth. On a small recliner also sat a cute girl with giant green eyes, who looked curious. Off to the side was a giant man, his arms crossed and looking like he was about the erupt any second. Then off the the side, a beautiful Chinese girl who looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here right now.
"Make yourself at home while Amir and I take your bags to your room," Angel said kindly, nodding at her encouragingly before walking with Amir up the stairs to the second floor.

The room seemed pretty quiet once she entered, each one making their own thoughts and judgments on her. At some point, it seemed like they were looking at each other to see who would speak first. Finally, Tony took it upon himself to greet her, rubbing the dust off his face before smiling. "H--hi! Sorry, we're a bit awkward," he said sweetly, trying to dismiss all their behaviors. The two most charismatic ones left, even though they were both secretly dicks. Then again, that wasn't important right now. "I'm Tony," he greeted, standing as he walked over to her with a small pink tint to his cheeks and a bashful smile. She was really cute, and he was probably the most socially awkward of the group. "Er, this is Shiloh," he said, pointing to the boy on the couch who was rubbing his eyes.
"Hi!" He greeted cheerfully, though he yawned afterwards.
"And this is Maxime-"
"Max is fine," she said sweetly, a small, charming smile on her face. She also had a slight French accent.
"And that's Canaan and Fang," Tony said, watching as Canaan only gave a nod of greeting while Fang stepped forward, giving Myra her hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet me, I know," she said arrogantly, her beautiful face lit up in pride.
"U-uh, but, um, thanks for the cookies!" Tony said kindly, taking the container out of her hands. He didn't want to seem too greedy, but he was eyeing them the whole time. "W-would you like some tea? Coffee? Anything?" He asked her, watching as the other two made it back down.
"Angel will show you to your room whenever you'd like. For the time being, I must go to work," Amir said, looking at the watch on his wrist.
"What the hell, I thought you were staying today," Fang said, crossing her arms as she glared at the other.
"I don't get paid to sit on my a** all day," Amir answered.
"Actually yes! Yes you do! That's your job! You're the boss!" Fang answered back, following him towards the door.
The two were bickering, but it looked like they were also leaving out the door without so much of a good bye as they left.
Angel rolled her eyes. "Sorry, we're a little...much," she apologized, walking over to Myra with a lovely smile. "Are you doing okay?"

Tony found what she said odd as he opened up the container, smelling the cookies. Oh god, they smelled amazing! "Drinking and eating are two completely different animals. Uh, Canaan? Mind putting on some coffee?" He asked, turning toward the man whose looks could kill. He gave a small nod before entering into the kitchen, which Tony was happy about. Canaan was being quiet, which was probably for the best.
"Yeeeeeaaaaah, you're gonna have to get used to that. We...kinda grew up together. So it's like this," Angel said, picking out one of the cookies, which Tony seemed to be inspecting. He took a big mouthful finally, giving a big smile. "Oh my god! These are amazing!" He said happily, scarfing that cookie down.
Angel gave a soft smile as she bit into hers, smiling. "Wow! These are good! Did you make them?"
"Does that mean I'm not the only cook anymore?" Tony asked, his eyes basically glimmering in bliss. He was super happy already.
"Hey! Pass them around, hogs!" Maxime interjected, Tony handing them to Shiloh, who took one, then handed it to Maxime.
Tony opened his mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by screaming from the kitchen.
"Son of a b***h! Who the ******** was suppose to grocery shop this week!?" Canaan basically shrieked, causing an incredible aura shift.
"Uh, I think Shiloh?" Angel answered for him, watching as Canaan poked his head out from the kitchen, livid.
"And why-on God's shitty green earth-would you give the most useless member of the household something to do? You know he won't do it! He's been on this couch for three days!" Canaan snapped, his hands rolled up in tight fists.
"He has a point," Shiloh said, nibbling on his cookie.
"We don't have coffee. Or milk. Or sugar. Nothing! Ziltch! Nada!" Canaan huffed, striding over to Shiloh and picking his up by his shirt. "Get up, ********. We're going shopping," He commanded, only gaining a groan from the other as the giant placed him over his shoulder. "Want anything in particular while we're out, Myra? After this you fend for yourself," he said, looking to be about a foot and a half taller than Myra, gaining the reputation of the tallest in the household.
"Don't be rude, Canaan."
"Go do what your good at and choke on a di-"
"Okay! Grocery shopping! Time to go!" Tony said quickly to diffuse the situation, pushing the two men out, leaving Myra with himself, Angel, and Maxime, who got up to join the group with the cookies.
"Welcome home?" Angel said anxiously, trying her best to smile, but it came out strained. God, there's too many big personalities.

Angel was surprised when Myra started laughing, her eyebrows going up in shock. Her shock didn't last long, smiling as Myra spoke. "Honey, cussing is absolutely not a problem here. You heard Canaan," she said, wrapping an arm around Myra affectionately. She was tall too. It was like a house of giants, except Shiloh. "You'll fit in fine here, babe. Would you like me to show you around?"
"Let me help," Maxime said, a sly smile forming on her face. She looked like she was up to no good, which was usually the case. "Girls must stick together, yes?" She asked, also wrapping an arm around Myra.
Tony took the cookies from Maxime slowly, eyeing the bunch. "Ooookaaaay. I'm just gonna...eat these in here," he said, sitting on the couch with the container, eating.
Angel and Maxime both wrapped their arms around each of Myra's arms,
pulling her along the house. "So, living room, kitchen," Angel said, pointing to all the rooms, pulling her along. The house was absolutely huge, the living room branching off to a hallway that lead to a game room with ping pong, foozeball, a big TV with various video game consoles and systems, and a wall of card games and board games. Out in the back was a big pool with a gorgeous backyard. The two brought Myra up to the second floor, showing her the various rooms. Between each two rooms were a bathroom that two of them had to share, Angel explained, so there were two rooms always linked up. Shiloh and Canaan linked, Amir and Fang linked, Tony and Angel linked, and it looked like Maxime and Myra linked. "And this is your room, madame," Maxime said, opening up the door to Myra's room. It was pretty plain: only a bed with a light blue bed spread, a big window with white curtains, a dresser, a closet, and a night stand with a lamp. All of Myra's stuff was set in the corner, the two girls smiling to see her reaction to her new home.