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On hot summer nights, cupid can be found roaming the oceanside and striking love into the hearts of bonfire partiers. Some remain together to fulfill the bond at one college or another, others return to their seperate locations and attempt to stay together while finishing their educations. Still others give up their dreams and settle down with families born of wild nights. Some relationships survive while others fail.... love triangles are born as even cupid gets drunk on the atmosphere. regardless of the outcome, though, always will the memories remain of those sleepless beach nights in the warm bonfire glow. Now the time has come for another bonfire night and all are invited... what will your memory be?

PROFILE SKELETON:

username: (you log on with this... duh)
rpc name: (first name and last name as well as any nicknames in parentheses between first and last name)
age: (18-25)
school: (name of the college you attend, if necessary, not everyone has to have a college)
major: (only if you are in college)
job: (required if you are NOT in college, optional if you are)
likes: (name five)
dislikes: (name five)
songs: (up to three links that describe your character)
history: (at least a single paragraph which consists of at least five complete sentences.)
Appearance: (anime picture... preferrably in summery clothes, but not necessary)

Women:

Username:
Swordslasher
Rpc name:
Paige [[ Ace ]] Enitty
Age:
21
School:
Cornish
Major:
Interior Designing
Job:
Fitness Coach at a Gym, Photographer
Likes:
- Even picture frames
- Hot cocoa
- Dancing
- Working out
- Challenges
Dislikes:
- Too much noise
- Boredom
- Silence
- Awkward situations
- Dead batteries
Songs:
Sanctuary
HBFS
Life Goes On

History:
Ace was born with a twin brother and she wouldn't of wanted it either way. Her family's wealth is superb and pays mostly for all of her college fees. Ever since she was a little girl she would insist on doing things on her own like; fold her clothes, dress herself, and make sure her body was always in the best shape, even though mother assigned maids too do it for her. Ace knew she didn't have to go to college since there was more then enough money to provide for the rest of her future, but she wanted to feel accomplished on her own.

Appearance:

(Uhm. . . I'm. . guessing I can post. xp sorry if I can't. ))

Lynette sighed, and stepped onto the sand, her boots making a soft crunching noise. She knew she was dressed a little warmly for a bonfire on the beach, but she got cold easily, and having lived here her entire life, the nights seemed cool to her.

She walked to a bench that sat on the edge of the sand, probably dragged in from a park by a couple of teenagers who wanted to be close to the water, but not sit on the sand. It'd been there for as long as Lynette could recall.

Sitting down lightly, Lynette pulled out her large sketchbook, opening it to a blank page, and glanced up. The colored lights from the fire flickered over her page, certainly not enough light to draw by, but still she held the notebook open, and watched the sea.

Lynette wasn't the sort to like being near others, which is why she was sitting on a bench a good distance from the fire- and the people who crowded around it. Hopefully, no one would see the small figure sitting there. She got nervous and quiet, quieter, when there were many people around.

((Hmm. I wasn't expecting to write this much. ))

Mark was sitting at the beachside condo he'd been able to pick up for the summer with royalties he'd made from his first published book. He looked over the sea as Linkin Park played in another room of the condo. He needed background music to be truly in the background. He was trying to decide what to do with his character now, but was stuck on how to get him out of the predicament he'd gotten himself into. He sat there for an hour before finally getting up, which is when he noticed the flickering light at the porch doors. He opened the doors and stepped out onto his patio to look over the beach at the bonfire raging down there. It looked fairly dead, but he figured if nothing else, he could go down and wait for everyone else to show up. Bonfires always attracted people like mosquitoes and with people came stories. With stories came ideas on how to manipulate the character believably.

He went back inside and grabbed a pair of sandals before stepping back outside and making his way down the walkway and out onto the sand towards the fire. The night was cool, with a very light breeze; just enough to throw the scent of salty sea air through the nostrils of beach-goers. Mark inhaled deeply. He'd always loved the briny scent, which was why he'd made sure to get a place by the ocean. Mark saw a woman sitting at the edge of the firelight looking towards the few people who were gathered there. A couple were at a beach grill, attempting to get it going while a few more were out setting up a volleyball net.

Mark stopped at the edge of the firelight, not yet entering, but letting the darkness shroud the light as it was flung further from it's source so that it barely cast red flickers over his lithe form, more shadows than lights. Passing from darkness into light was always an interesting thing to him. There was always an invisible war going on in a place that nobody could possibly imagine. Heaven and hell, good and bad, right and wrong, even alive and dead, could all be contained within that struggle that was going on around Mark right now... light versus dark. Neither could survive without the other, and yet both worked to destroy each other. He waited in the flickering shadows and watched the colliding of many worlds and universes that would otherwise never have even recognized the others' existence.

Lynette glanced at the others who hovered beyond the lights reach. She didn't know them, but saw off the bat they were unique. Each person had an inner image, the self they sometimes didn't see, and she liked bringing that out on paper. But she couldn't, not with these people. They wouldn't be simple to convey- which would mean talking to them. Lynette glanced back at the fire, staring at it a moment. On the paper, she lifted her pencil and drew blindly. A talent many artists had, and those few that didn't envied.

The image on the paper was first of a fire, then of lighting, a storm raging above a dry plain. Then, on the other side of the paper, a town emerged. It looked like an old town, seemed to come from the time of piooners into the wild wild west. In front of the town, facing the fire that raced towards the village,s he put faceless shadows in the background, then drew-

Lynette stopped. Glancing at the paper, she saw the space. It would hold the key person, the person who would have to face the fire with determination. She didn't know who should go there. A child, an adult, and elderly. Male, female, genderless. She bit her lip, and flipped to a new page. That would be finished another day.

Lynette sang to herself softly as she drew the next scene. It was a very odd thing- considering when it was. She was singing 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town' and drawing the sight of christmas eve, a child croutched over the card they were painstakingly making for Santa, a crayon clutched in their hand. She made the child female, but had the angle over the child's shoulder, so all you saw was a head of hair and a body stretched across the floor.