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name;; melissa (mel) marie costaage;; twenty-one
gender;; cisfemale sexuality;; hetero appearance;;
natural dark brown curled hair, grunge sort of cloth
ing, usually black lacey items with white under-shir
ts or singlets. normally wears high top doc martin b
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neakers. occupation;; part-time psychology student
and casual retail assistant. personality traits;; car
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f an "adrenaline seeker" descent;; american /austra
lian descent, occasional british crossed jersy

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melissa's body shifted uncomfortably across her bed. her head shaking violently across her pillows left to right. drops of sweat trace her puckered forehead. her teeth began to grind in a stressed movement. the sound of her teeth like forks on a plate. a distraught groan escaped her body. her eyes popped open, unaware of her surroundings. she felt her mouth dry, her body having a sudden urge to consume. the hunger and thirst hit her like a train.

a light tap at the door snapped her back to reality. her eyes darted towards the door. the room began to spin as she rose from her bed. her hospital gown put at ease from the restriction between melissa and her bed. she put her left foot out further on to the carpeted floor. her aching foot interfering with the carpet. as she lifted her other foot, her body began to shake, putting her body unbalanced. her weak knees gave way to her weight. her body clashed with the ground with a thud, her body continuing to shake on the floor. she looked up at the door, again. she used both of her arms to hoist the rest of her body towards the handle. she hesitated slightly, instead, she reached for the dresser, pulling herself up to face the door. her body felt heavy, the feeling of a large weight was put on her shoulders. she scrambled to the handle, gently twisting the knob and pulling the door open. she saw nobody, nothing but rows of doors. she slammed the door and walked at a fast pace towards her bed to prevent herself from falling again.

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name;; joel "skeeze" wayne skeezer age;; twenty gender;; cismale sexuality;;
bicurious appearance;; joel's hair is considered long on the top, although, the
sides are much shorter. he is commonly known for having sharp eyebrow shapes,
but his sharp jawline also makes girls hearts flutter. his casual attire is a black d
ress shirt along with a black striped suit jacket with the absence of a tie. for his
pants he wears jet black dress pants with polished oxford branded shoes. don't k
now too much about his socks, they're always hiding. occupation;; part-time dra
ma student, aspires to be an actor, and a part-time retail manager assitant in tra
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even through joel's slumber he could still hear the loud bangs. his body rolled from left to right, his arms wrapped around him. his room felt uncomfortably hot. he snapped awake and arose from his slumber. his gaze quickly flashed from each direction of the room. he raised his hands, feeling his body, feeling no wound or anything. he looked around him, shuffling through the sheets of his bed. he let out a short sigh of relief. he swung himself around, the tips of his toes just barely touching the carpeted floor. he looked at the illuminating ceiling light, filling the room with an orange glow.

"the heck?" his strong welsh accent crowded the room of silence. he stirred questionably around the room.
his heart was racing, and his mind wasn't understanding anything. he questionably looked at his clothes. he only just realised that the hole from the gunshot was still open and bloody through his shirt. but no wound. he let out a slightly aggravated sigh. he laid back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

he will just have to wait.

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appearance;; he stands at about 6'1, his hair consists of thick black curls that
give his face it's shaping. he has an off-centred dented chin which is unnotice-
able by his light stubble. his jawline is quite chiselled for his face shape. his f-
ace shape appears to be an oval but his features make it seem more pentago-
nal. this sideburns trail down each side of his face and stop at the end of his
jawline. his attire consists of a beige velvet jacket and faded white dress pan-
ts that give a feeling of jeans. he wears a sterling silver dragon claw ring on h-
is the right middle finger. his eyebrows are quite thick. he has a dull cupid's b-
ow, dull pink colour to the lips. his eyes are a smooth hazel with bursts of dar-
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history;; eliot often goes by lee despite of the praise of his first name being s-
ome sort of irish royalty in his family bloodline. eliot possess more of an engl-
ish accent rather than an irish one. his family is a moderately waged family w-
ith him and his three brothers in the workforce. eliot's line of work is a senior
police constable and is often disobeying the uniform dress code, however, no-
body seems to care, he gets his job done and he does it well. eliot is known t-
o be late even as much as he tries not to be, he'll find a way. his family have
their own way of life and eliot tries as hard as the next son to help provide fo-
r his poor mother and father as they reach their early 40s.

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the buzz of his alarm stirred him awake from his soothing slumber. his eyes half closed, he glanced at the time. 1 0 : 4 5 AM. his eyes adjusted to the gloomy room. "crap i'm late again!" he shouted. he hurried to the small kitchen several steps from the couch. his uniform lay in a pile crinkled by the washing basket. he quickly slid his arms into each arm of his shirt and buttoned it up. his hands scrambled through the pile of blue clothing. he gripped a pair of navy blue pants, he leaned in to sniff and shrugged at the clean-ish smell. a bottle of deodorant greeted him at the door. he gave one last glance across his messy one bedroom apartment. he swiped at his keys, phone and wallet and shut the light oak door with the numbers twenty-one in a fake gold metal lined unevenly across the body.

"morning!" he rushed through the morning crowd. he didn't care about the weather or the puddles. his feet led him right to the station. he raised an arm to open the door and rushed to his office. it was a small maple wood desk with neat arrangments of pens, pencils and other stationary. a pile of paperwork stood tall on his desk. he sighed and wiped the sleep from his eyes. a slip of paper rested in front of him. he selected a black inked pen with a black cover and white body. his hand began to scribble across the page. paperwork. lots of paperwork.

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cisfemale | twenty-one | heterosexual

+ve traits;; ambitious, nerdy, caring, relaxed,
charming, friendly, inventive, honest, modest.
-ve traits;; shy, anxious, bossy, compulsive,
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appearance;; stella beholds natural shoulder length strawberry blonde hair
with choclate brown roots. her eyes are a subtle blue but they appear grey
in certain rays of light. her glasses are a thin but sturdy black framed pre-
scription ray-ban branded glasses. eyebrows are her natural chocolate br-
own which are thin in shape. her lips are a natural nude colour which mo-
st sylists say they lack in pigment and her lips have a sharp cupid's bow f-
or her top lip. her skin is quite pale and appears soft to the touch. her h-
ands are gentle and bony and her physique has little to no curvature aro-
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history;; stella comes from the outskirts of london, england and lives an
average life along with her father and her younger sister. her occupation
is a student and a casual waitress at a local cafe in her small little town.
she works just as hard as the next person to try and provide for her fam-
ily. her house is a little farm stocked up with potatoes, tomatoes and ot-
her freshly grown foods. it helps her family spend that much less money
on groceries when growing their own produce. she loves her family, but
she's not sure how long her father and her sister will last throughout the
next winter with the lack of growing properties.
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stella laid on the cold surface of a leather couch placed roughly of the base, her legs climbing up an empty part of the wall. she'd only been here a couple days, and yet she was expecting more. she pushed her glasses up her nose, tracing the frame. she reached underneath her to grab a small rubber ball. she looked at its decor, abstract ribbons of multiple shades of blue wrapped their way around it. it had a rough surface, stella gripped hard. it squished with her strength. she shrugged off a cold breeze and began throwing it in the air. she caught it before it made contact with the cold ground. This beats cleaning rooms and taking out trash she thought. she stayed in the room alone. not a birds call, not a car horn.

she spun around on the couch. her legs firmly placed on the ground. she reached for her glasses again, pushing upwards closer to her blue-ish eyes. her flowing black skirt caught underneath her. she straightened her black office jacket. she reached a hand for her buttoned-up top, fixing the last 2 unhooked buttons. she stood up, a bit too quickly. everything started to spin. she shut her eyes and began to walk. after her third step, she opened her eyes. nothing changed, except the sounds. a loud roar of cars filled the silent and eerie recreational area. she gazed at a window that looked into an alleyway. she watched large metal vehicles block the entrance. angry drivers banging and striking their wheel. she leaned into the window and watch little people walk by.

rain danced across the window. she watched ladies run across the entrance to seek cover. what's so bad about it? it's water. it dries. she scoffed. she leaned into the window in boredom. do something exciting! she scolded, but as usual, nobody heard her. just like always. she watched on as people ran from right to left across the window. using jumpers, coats or another item to shield them from the heavy rain. she gazed closer into the window.
she watched as a group of strangers carried a young girl with a blue scaly tail. what the heck? that's not something you see every day. she dismissed the thought and continued watching in awe. she turned away before they exited her vision. she walked to the door of the recreation room. need something to do. she said loud enough that it echoed down the long hallway. as always, nothing.

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cismale | seventeen | bisexual

+ve traits;; open-minded, flirty,
joyous, relaxed, grateful,
flexible, affable, approachable.
-ve traits;; jokester, impulsive,
careless, aggressive, bossy.
harsh, inconsistent.
roleplay colour;; AE0C00

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appearance;; zach is about 5"10 with oak brown short hair. his jawline is quite chisel-
led for a guy his age. his casual attire is normally a white-ish button-up dress shirt a-
nd a pair of black dress pants, although he wears the matching suit jacket occasiona-
lly, such as meetings and other important events. his shoes consist of worn down, bl-
ack vans which have a few holes here and there. for accessories, zach will often wea-
r a clip on feather earring because he has a fear of commitment to having a needle g-
o through his body and leaving a peculiar hole in his ear. the feather is that of a blue-
jay, it has been clipped shorter to lessen annoyance on his shoulders. as tattoos go, h-
e has a single stick and poke of the outline of saturn on his left ankle, which is often
questioned because it's so wonky.
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history;; zach's life began in the outskirts of florida, his family having average money
and average living lifestyle. he was seen as a very friendly and popular kid during hi-
gh school and university.

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name;; zach "finn" finlay age;; seventeen gender;;
cismale sexuality;; bisexual - attracted more to fe
males appearance;; zach is about 5"10 with oak br
own short hair. his jawline is quite chiseled for a g
uy his age. his casual attire is normally a white-ish
button up dress shirt and a pair of black dress pant
s, although he wears the matching suit jacket occa
sionally, such as meetings and other important eve
nts. his shoes consist of worn down, black vans wh
ich have a few holes here and there.personality
traits;; open-minded, flirty, joyous, jokester, occa
sionally impulsive. occupation;; zookeeper - he w
orks closest with wolves and wild dogs, will someti
mes be taking care of some marine/land wildlife. d
escent ;; american descent, half of his family is fro
m new jersey whereas others are from parts of cali
fornia. optional;; his occupation can supposedly inf
luence his fantasy role. he is a werewolf. his wolf is
quite dark for his fur, he used to match his natural o
aky hair colour but as puberty hits, it's darkened dra
matically. his eyes appear to be a light shade of yell
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zach's lip curled at her joke of a "mad man with a knife". well who said i could never be a psycho dude with a knife. besides if i were, i wouldn't be standing in the middle of an athletic track of a high school full of crossbreeds, now would i? he chuckled at his comment, pressing the towel against his forehead again. his hand gripped around the neck of his bottle. he squeezed lightly as water shot from the bottle into his mouth, a few drops escaping down his lip. fresh air hey? for your entertainment, i shall do zach's most famous breathing technique. he stood with his chest out with a hand over his heart. he inhaled incredibly dramatically and bowed before hailey letting his lungs deflate. thank you, thank you. i won't be here for long and i don't do autographs. he joked.

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cismale | twenty | heterosexual

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practical, efficient, reliable, confident, observant.
-ve traits;; controlling, bossy, stingy,
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appearance;; his skin has a dark natural tan tone, his hair is long on
the top and his sideburns have a shorter length, and a dark oak colour.
his eyes are a heavy shade of brown. he stands at about 6"0, when
he's bothered to stand straight. his normal attire is a dark grey shirt
with a thrift shop baggy hoodie with a few holes in the pockets and
pair of heavily faded black jeans. his stubble is a lot more thicker than
light. he has a few tattoos which all have a different story to tell.
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history;; growing up, mike had many friends, however, he preferred to
be alone for majority of the time. he'd is often located in a blacksmith
workshop or an engineering room. mike is never afraid to get his hands
dirty no matter the cost. in blacksmithing, he specialises in firearms
and very few melee weapons but is determined to perfect every tech-
nique with melees. mike grew up with a natural talent of blacksmithing
and engineering along with a mentor he strived to beat his absolute
best. he's able to have numerous apprentices at one time, roughly 2-4.
micheal now lives alone in outback texas with his cattle and his 3 dogs,
but is often working more in his diy blacksmith workshop working eff-
iciently on his techniques to improve his business trade. growing up in
texas he has inherited his father's moderate texas accent, particular
words help his accent shine through.

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name;; miles "flynn" flynnagin fletcher" age;;
twenty-three gender;; cismale sexuality;; he
terosexual/romantic appearance;; miles is ab
out 5"10 in height. his skin is a light tan which
makes his body hair darker. his casual attire c
onsists of a 3/4 sleeve shirt which is dark grey
in colour, has a few lighter grey spots that are
randomly placed. his hair is quite long all over
but is a bit short on the back of the head and
a few spots on the sides. his beard is only a li
ght stubble which is the same darkness as his
natural hair. he wears black faded jeans with
a few accidental rips in the thighs that were
no apart of the original design. occupation;;
youtuber - conspiracy theorist and skeptic b
logger, also a part-time science student, his
major is chemistry and biology. descent;; aus
tralian descent, his accent is quite strong st
ereotypical australian, although he doesn't c
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Miles walked swiftly through the high ceilings of the entrance, his eyes scanning the entire opening. His eyes set on a comfortable lounge set sitting by a large lit fire. He walked quickly towards the two armchairs that faced each other and a long antique looking couch. He admired the designs that were embroidered on each seat. He sat down, his eyes drooping as he watched the embers of the fire spark into the open clean air. Just like home. He felt at peace as he raised his feet onto the arm of the couch. He kicked each black boot off his feet, letting his feet rest easy and comfortably. He pulled out the scrunched up envelope from his pocket, unravelling the contents that it held.

A map, a key and a set of rules. He wasn't fond of the rules page, so he ripped it up and fueled the fire, not reading them. Not like I do anything anyway. He shrugged a shoulder as he watched it burn. He examined the map and sighed. I mean, my room won't be so bad. Hopefully, this lounge stays where it is. Although he loved every couch he gave this one, googly eyes as he thought. He swivelled himself upward to be sitting upright, sliding his shoes back on. He briefly ran his hands through his high volume shaggy hair. in an attempt of looking as "neat" as he could without having to do much. He stood up staring at the fire and saying his first farewell to the lounge.

Miles led himself upstairs where the dorms were held. Gripping the key in one hand and the other holding a map up to his nose. He walked past a range of dorms that varied between reds that represented his brothers. He stood out front of his where he was marked on the map. He raised a hand to grip the handle, but hesitated, standing on his own outside of his room.