things will be just fine. open. 2 guys left

[minho]

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ＳＯＭＥ ＣＯＬＯＲ ＩＮ ＴＨＩＳ ＢＬＡＣＫ
ＡＮＤ ＷＨＩＴＥ ＷＯＲＬＤ

[minho]

two groups, both in high school - all seniors. two groups you would have never imagined getting together...for anything! even if it had to do with an assignment, one girl could make it all go away. however, it's about time that bad meets good. for better or for worse. for a once in a lifetime opportunity or for the good of the weatherly high - two groups will clash.

it was in the middle of mr. kirch's history class when it had started. the constant arguing between ten teenagers. oddly enough, they all shared something in common but debated over stupid things. when the lesson was over, he asked the ten to stay behind. the room was cleared after the constant "ooo's" and "you're in trouble" comments. waiting a minute before speaking, the teacher cleared his throat. "You ten will be spending the night in Weatherly High. I had it up to here-" he held his hand up as far as it could reach then continued to speak; "with the constant arguing. I will pair you guys up, completely random - I'll use an online generator. That will mean there is five groups. After the pairing, I will set up your locations. The ones who are paired up must keep with their partner and profile them." Profile? What does that mean? "And, by profiling, I mean make assumptions and casually - without letting anything on - begin to get to know one another. By Monday, I want a full report on your partner. If this behavior continues, more assignments like this will be handed out to." before any of the ten could argue, the bell rung which signaled it was time for lunch. ah, not only did you have one thing in common, you had two. after lunch, you all had the same advisory - mr. kirch's.

[minho]

here at weatherly high, the stereotypes exist. however, we will not be focusing on the jocks, cheerleaders, nerds and so forth. we will be directing the attention to the forgotten, yet seen, two groups of the school.

firstly, we have the "bad boy group". this group is a close knit of friends. they do everything in their power to piss off their opposite group - the good ones. it can range from annoying habits - clicking pens, blowing bubbles, tapping on the back of their seats, or tugging at their hair. it can also include them whispering behind their backs and making dirty jokes towards them - completely high school boys.
"bad boy" - kaycie reice rocco - eighteen - ;;the flare
school bully - open - open - open
failing senior (tendency to skip classes, has horrid grades) - open - open - open
player - open - open - open
the smoker - isaac john rensen - eighteen - `au revoir

next, the opposite group. these girls are the best of friends. they share secrets, gossip, and hang out with one another whenever they get the chance. if they all have the same class, you can find them sitting together. they cannot stand the "bad boy group", in fact, that's their enemy. they're annoying, immature, and completely useless to their high school. however, they have to put up with them and enforce the laws of the weatherly high - no matter the attitude they get back.
principal's daughter - Rosabella Raven Slaughter - eighteen - Ms. Mercenary
religious girl - Jamie Renee Brown - eighteen - RYCBAR123
class president - cordell stevie tyler - eighteen - ;;the flare
mathlete - reserved - reserved - infinity&beyond.
poetry freak - Victoria Rae Stiles - seventeen - marsiscool

[minho]

x is paired with x. their location in the school is x
x is paired with x. their location in the school is x
x is paired with x. their location in the school is x
x is paired with x. their location in the school is x
x is paired with x. their location in the school is x

[minho]

this is a semi literate role play. i will need to see six lines of text each and every post. writer's block will not be used as an excuse here. if you have no muse, come back later. whoever you're role playing with deserves a decent reply. however, i'd highly love it if you wrote more than six lines of text. speaking of posts, try to make them relatively pretty - change text size and align it. next, the max number of characters you can have is two. a dude and a chick. please, if you would want the role play to open up faster, join with two characters - it's not that hard. profiles should be short - 150+ words. fifty words being the least. include a picture of your character and the spot you would like them to have. reservations only last until i grow impatient. so, that doesn't give you a time limit - i expect you to hurry. i will use an online random generator to pair people up, along with the locations. if you would like your character to have a past with the other character, pm the person about it. drama is accepted as is romance. if your character smokes, they have to be of the age eighteen. i can alter, edit, delete or add rules if i see they fit.

[minho]

hello, hello, hello! we are now open! four males are left to choose from. first come, first serve. this even counts for reservations. if you post a profile but someone has that spot reserved, you will not get it :c sorry.
write six plus lines each post in order to join and make it clear as to what slot you are taking. in order for the role play to open, all spots must be filled. two characters each user - male and female! okay, feel free to post.

[minho]

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[amphetamine.]

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ⓘⓣ'ⓢ ⓗⓐⓡⓓ ⓣⓞ ⓑⓔ ⓣⓗⓘⓢ ⓖⓞⓞⓓ...

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Name;;Rosabella Raven Slaughter
Age;;18
Birthdate;;February Third
Gender;;Female
Nationality;;Russian and Italian
Who Am I?;;The Principal's Daughter
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Eyes;;Blue
Skin Tone;;Slightly Tanned
Hair;;Blue, White, and Black
Height;;5'2"
Weight;;118lbs.
Piercings;;Snake Bites, Angel Bites, Nose Piercing, Hip Piercings, Bellybutton Piercing, Tongue Piercing. (Normally Hidden)
Tattoos;;Left Wrist, Right Shoulder
Scars;;A few here and there from random accidents
Birthmarks;;Small heart-shaped blob on the back of my neck

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History;;

Not many people really know my story, nor do they know who I really am. You see, when you're the principal's daughter, everyone assumes that you're a total goodie two shoes and that's not always the case. You see, my father has tried so hard to shelter me from the world after my mother left that I eventually rebelled against him...in secret. At school and during the day, I put on a mask for my friends and for those around me. I act as if I truly like Taylor Swift and fawn over male actors who I don't truly care for. I even act like a cutesy little shy girl to make it more convincing. When I'm on my own, and it's late at night, I'm a different person entirely. Frilly shirts and skirts quickly become something different.

Something...sexy and formfitting. When my friends and family aren't around, I like to sneak out of the house and do whatever I can to get a serious thrill. I know my father fears losing his little girl to the same things he lost his wife to but sometimes being wrong feels unbelievably right! Still, I have to hide all of that and keep the more unruly side of me locked up somewhere safe. At face value, I'm just another one of the girls who positively hates the bad boys. In truth though, I don't harbor any true hatred. Instead, I'm envious of them. The way they get to be so...so bad! I crave that kind of freedom and I hate that they get to experience it while I don't! It just isn't fair. No one can know that though. Nope. I just have to keep watching their immature and often troublesome behavior and act as if I hate them all just like the rest of the girls.

Personality;;
I am often described as a shy girl with a good heart. The constant stutter in my speech makes me seem all the sweeter. I'm nice to most people and will seldom vocalize negative thoughts about anyone other than those bothersome boys I'm forced to put up with. The loyal friend who you can tell all of your secrets to is who I'm seen as and I'm okay with that. When I'm out at night and hanging around the wrong kind of crowd, I'm brash and hot-headed. My normally sweet and soft voice disappears and is replaced with a more sultry tone that hints at unspoken desires. I'm the life of a party and will do and or try just about anything no matter what. I'm a daredevil at heart and I won't even deny it.

Pet(s);; As an early birthday gift I was given a Caracal kitten by my father. His name is Nightmare and while he happens to be quite small, he truly lives up to his given name!
Likes;;Animals, Books, Making Good Grades, Hanging Out With My Friends, Post-Hardcore Rock Music, Gymnastics, Instruments, Painting, Being Bad, Smoking, Partying, Cupcakes, Cake, Candy, Tea, Coffee, Lattes, Starbucks, Writing, Photography, Being Bad
Dislikes;; Vegetables, The Boys, Bullies, Being Sheltered, Overprotective Fathers, Jerks, Mainstream Music, Homework, Tripping In The Halls, Spiders, The Dark
Quirks;;Well I can whistle with my tongue...does that count?
Hopes;;I truly hope that one day I'll be able to be myself without worrying about what others may think and the retribution my true nature may spark.
Fears;;I'm afraid of the dark, spiders, and my secrets being discovered.
Talents;; Aside from my more artsy abilities that include playing instruments, and some decent vocals, I happen to be a gifted gymnast. Before she left, my mother signed me up for gymnastics and ever since I've wanted to be just as talented as she was when she was a gymnast. My father doesn't exactly approve of it but it's something I enjoy doing and occasionally impressing my peers with. I can also whistle with my tongue and trip over thin air.

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[minho]

now we only got one girl open and four dudes open c:

[RYCBAR123]

the religious girl

Jamie Renee Brown

My name is Jamie. My full name is Jamie Renee Brown though. I was born March twenty-third in 1995 which makes me eighteen years old. It is only my father and I in my house besides my little kitten, Elliot. My daddy is a rather average height with a round belly and a kind smile. His head is balding but I think he looks like the cute little reverend he is. We live in an older home that is still decorated exactly like mommy liked it. It is a two-story home but it just seems small with a wrap around porch and a large oak tree out front. I have lived a rather sheltered life but I'm grateful.

I am five feet and three inches tall I believe. I just went to the doctor's but I can never keep those numbers straight. In gym when we are measured I am 5'6 but at the doctor's I am so much shorter. I prefer the former of the two numbers. I also am awful with weight. We don't keep a scale in the house so I can't weigh myself each time I eat or exercise not that I do. I think I am around one hundred and twenty-five pounds. Moving on, I really kind of look like a twelve-year old boy. I don't really mind though because if I did have a figure my dad would make my hide it. I have light skin that isn't too tan but I don't look like a vampire. I'm not sure how to describe it. I'm not a creative person. My eyes are large and round with gives me a doe-like effect with my big brown eyes. I have an all around preppy look with my shoulder length blonde hair and a big smile. I dress conservative and girly to please my father and I'm not able to wear much makeup. After begging I am now able to wear it but it has to look natural. I wear a bit of eyeliner, mascara, and pink lipstick. Not much but I like it.

I was raised by the reverend of our church so I try my best to be kind to everyone and forgiving. I always try to bite my tongue if I am upset. When people are getting on my nerves I simply bite my tongue until it hurts. They know I won't say anything so bullies like to keep pushing my buttons. Even if I won't stand up for myself I will help others in any way I can. I was taught to help others but it was my friends to really taught me this. When I have been bullied and I talk to them 'about it I can always count on them to have my back. I love them so much. I love to smile and cheer people up which in return makes my day better. I love to read and I'm that girl who will be reading and walking. When my friends are talking to boys I just sit back and read my book. If I don't have an actual book on me then I will pull out my phone.

My relationship with my father is really close because he is all I ever had. My mother grew very ill after giving birth to me and wasn't even given the chance to hold me. She was kept at the hospital for what seemed like ever, dad told me, until she started to get better. There was talk of going home when she crashed. She wasn't going to make it. My mother asked my father to hand me over and she died and a few hours of just the three of us in that room. I had a sad beginning but I won't let that stop me. Daddy stayed strong and raised me on his own, teaching me of my mother and of God. He said with their love I could never fail. My neighbor tells me that daddy had a hard time being a mom as well. He had to learn out to braid and he didn't know how to match. My pigtails were lopsided sometimes and my socks never matched but he got the hang of it. I am proud of my daddy.

I have never had a boyfriend but it doesn't bother me. For one, who is going to try and get with the Reverend's only daughter. I, like ever other girl, has gone through my little crushes. When I have a crush I'm the type of girl who blushes each time their name is said and my way of ''flirting' is ignoring them. I am much to shy to talk to boys well. When I am paired with a boy I sit really far away and don't look them in the eyes. I'm pathetic and am way behind in the dating world but I don't really care. Maybe one day a boy will get past daddy and I can say I have a boyfriend. That day is not today.