Young Homie ©[NEW AND ACCEPTING] [Teen Roleplay]

[iaan]

Isabelle walked around Santa Cruz, not really knowing where she was going and focusing mostly on her headphones and the concrete. Truing not to trip over her own feet or bump into someone, which she did a lot, she stared down at ground looking up occasionally. Soon Isa found herself down at the boardwalk, which looked pretty crowed already. The place seemed interesting, she'd never really been here a lot before.

{{ Tyler Rudes ♕ with Isabelle
He decided to leave because the board walk was getting very loud and annoying. As he walked to the exit he saw Isabelle an instantly felt different. After a little while of pondering he decided to go talk to her. "Uh hello Isabelle," he started his British accent very thick, "coincidence finding you at the board walk as well. " He cursed in his head for making small talk.

[zaz]

Isabelle heard someone's voice and it honestly scared her. "Jesus," She said, laughing a bit. [color=#BF40FF]"You scared me." She admitted, turning her phone off and sliding it into her pocket. Looking up at him a bit, she spoke once again. "I.. I guess so." She giggled. 'I guess so'? Really? She thought to herself.

[I n f i n i t y ∞]

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Don't you worry your pretty little mind,
people throw rocks at things that shine in life..

"Well hello! My name's Charolette Rose Smithe, or preferably Char. I was born into a family of two (Counting me.) with a brother named... er-um Riley or Ryan. Somewhere in there with 'R' names. My mom was over-joyed when she found out she was having a girl, but after I was born, my mom started to get sick. She soon found out it was stage 2 breast cancer and when she told me back then, I didn't know what to think. For many days I was sad but I made through to my 12th birthday. Around that time, my mom started to get sicker and sicker, until finally one day, she passed on. My dad started to abuse me, but at first it wasn't as bad. Maybe a few hits here and there, but it soon got worse. I was forced into corners and rooms, but I finally broke free and called the cops on him. He was arrested around my 15th birthday. After that I got moved to an amazing foster family with one older sibling, my brother, Derek. He's awesome. My dad's name is Bob. Yeah, I laughed at his name too when I first met him. My mom's name is Sophia. Beautiful name isn't it? Now I'm 18 and livin' the life! By the way my birthday is 03/27/95"

"Yes, I have one dog named Zilo. He's a male pitbull that I adopted at and animal shelter when he was seven weeks old. The helpers took care of him since he was a newborn. Now he's living with me in my apartment, and he's doing just fine."

"I describe myself as very bubbly and funny. But most people say, Charolette in one word is weird. Her friend labels her as the funny one. But when people get to her by saying bad things, her mood instantly changes. She gets depressed and sad, and usually avoids other people or shuts them out. Charolette is always funny and bubbly when she isn't sad. When it's time for her to go to bed, she can never get to sleep because she's so hyper. Every time she drinks anything full of caffeine, she bounces off the walls. But all in all, she's a very funny, nice, kind, sweet, and weird girl, that's beautiful in her own little way, so yeah. I think I'm pretty cool."

"Yes. I sing and beatbox. Most people say I sound like the singer Jesy Nelson from Little Mix. And I guess if I didn't have that talent I wouldn't be here! But anyways, I love to sing. It's like my passion and when I sing I just get so caught up in the moment and I sometimes even forget where I am!"

"Well, a lot of people say I look like Jesy Nelson, but I don't believe them. I stand 5 feet and 3 inched tall, yes, I am very short for my age, and I weigh around 134 pounds, my body is curvy and I have some muscles. My chest always gets the boys' attention. It's sometimes really awkward to talk to boys. I have Red ombred hair that can be in ringlets of curls or in waves. My eyes are a unique hazel color with a blue outer rim, and I believe that is it."

[condition terminal]

(Accepted)

[I n f i n i t y ∞]

{{ I guess I shall start RP'ing now. Charolette is open to anyone.}}

Charolette Rose Smithe
Outfit
With; No one.
Crush; No

Charolette skated down the boulevard of the Santa Cruz boardwalk. She softly smiled at the passerby's as she riding her skateboard. As she rode down to the end of the boardwalk, her flew around everywhere and the tassels on her shirt where blowing backwards with the wind.

[▷ Dreamcatcher ◁]

* In the End we only regret the chances we didn't take.*

∞ Name ∞

.Claire Nicole Averatte.

∞ Nickname ∞

"They just call me Claire, Clairey."

∞ Gender ∞

"I'm pretty sure I am a girl..."

∞ Age ∞

"I am currently 17. c: "

∞ Hair ∞

A rich chestnut brown.

∞ Eyes ∞

A beautiful Hazel, leaning to the more brown side.

∞ Clothing ∞

Prefers more classy, feminine clothing. You can usually find her at any of the name brand clothing stores. She;s always been that way.

∞ Make-up ∞

Tends to wear light makeup, sometimes little eyeshadow, mascara,lipgloss,and a subtle ammount of eyeliner.

∞ Crush ∞

"Sorry, But not at the moment. I promise I'll let you know if any of that changes."

∞ Relationship ∞

∞ "Ehmm, I'm pretty sure that if I dont like anybody, no one's gonna be in here to fill this spot. so no."

∞ Personality ∞

a kind, sweet girl. She loves to hang with the guys, and can be sporty. She is a positive, giggly girl and loves to be part of the social group. She can be stubborn at times, but only when really upset. Claire is shy when she first meets someone, but really warms up to you. Claire hate the thought of being jealous, and if she starts to be, she will block the cause from her mind for as long as she can handle. She always wears a smile upon her face, and giggles a lot! but not in annoying way, she is just, plain positive. Claire loves sports like volleyball, soccer, and is a former cheerleader for the guys football team.

∞ Other ∞

.nope.

∞ Name ∞

.Jesse Evan Averatte.

∞ Nickname ∞

"You can call me Jesse, or Jess I guess."

∞ Gender ∞

"I'm definitely a guy."

∞ Age ∞

"I am currently 18."

∞ Hair ∞

Beach Blonde

∞ Eyes ∞

His eyes are a bright ocean, blue.

∞ Clothing ∞

Jesse tends to wear t-shirts, beach shirts, his favorite OBEY sweatshirt, jeans/shorts, and his grey vans.

∞ Crush ∞

"I don't really have my eye on anyone yet. But hey, it's bound to happen."

∞ Relationship ∞

"Not right now. No."

∞ Personality ∞

Jesse is an all around outgoing guy. He loves meeting new people and socializing, it's his main hobby! He grew up in California, the air was sweet there, the water warm, and he tends to have that confident Cali lifestyle. He enjoys surfing, basketball,football, and he has always been up for playing hockey. Jesse is immature for his age and tends to joke around a lot, and truly just wants to have fun! He has always thought about posting videos on youtube, but for now sticks to his mainstream, Vine, Facebook, ect. He can't really cook so you'll usually find him out somewhere in the city, alone or not, spending the night/day out. Jess is a kind, sweet-hearted, talented guy but can get angered easily. His friends sometimes tend to joke around a little too harsh, and to keep himself cool, he clenches his fists slightly. but no worry! He isn't one to go around picking a fight. He rather loves friends, and attention, so he'll do anything to keep people around.

∞ Other ∞

.nope.

[condition terminal]

(Accepted!)

[▷ Dreamcatcher ◁]

(cool thanks! Ehm working on making a guy, to uhm...even up things haha XD )

[condition terminal]

(Okay thanks)

[JDDracula]

Francisco Cortes

Age; 17
Wearing; X
Bestfriend; Sam

Francisco was planning on throwing a party since now it was only him and his brother, Fidel, in the house. There house was very big, so it would be a formal party. There parents were out of town and Francisco wanted to do some sneaky things. He hadn't told his brother yet. He doesn't know if his brother would approve anyway. Francisco made his way down the street, putting up flyers on everyones door. He thought it would be a good way to make friends. He smiled, satisfied, a he sat down at the beach. He had handed out every flyer he had. He had made 138 copies.