Oh Please, It's Just a Bear (Closed!)

[.Watch.Shield.Kill.]

That's exactly it. I'll put you down as a reserve on the Dramatis Personae list.

[zaz]

[ awkwardly slaps reused form into roleplay ]

looks ; x o

name ; Alexandria - Cassidy - Roberson

nick-name ; just call me Alexandria, Alex, or Cassidy. that`s it.

gender ; I believe I`m a girl.

etc ; Alexandria is extremely girly. You wouldn`t believe it. The mere sight of a big spider will probably make her scream. That`s why it wasn`t a good idea to invite her to this whole 'camping' thing, but you never know. c:

age ; eighteen.

birthday ; November twenty-first

bands ; imagine dragons - florence and the machine - coldplay - of monsters and men - fall out boy - neighborhood

sexuality ; Straight -
[ too lazy to insert history ]

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good traits ;funny , loving , sarcastic , etc
not-so good traits ; dramatic , sensitive, easily frightened , etc

Likes ▌► children , shopping , food , sleep , animals in general -

Dislikes ◄▌ bugs , spiders , being cold , being hungry , snakes , her last name. she despises her last name.

From ; new york

Crush ; No one ❤

Boyfriend ; Still looking for someone special. q v q

[size=150]ｏｔｈｅｒ ~ { I totally reused this form I made for another roleplay but just switched around the words.. and stauff. I`m lazy && it was easier c;

[.Watch.Shield.Kill.]

Accepted. ^^ Just let me post my form real quick and then we'll get started!

[zaz]

- alright. c:

[.Watch.Shield.Kill.]

Hawthorne Leslie Schoepke



"I like pie."

Name: "My name's Hawthorne Leslie Schoepke. It comes with having a father like mine, who's German, named Leslie, and instructs classic American literature at the University of Chicago."
Age: "Old enough to ride my bike down to the end of the street! But seriously, I'm eighteen as of December 27th. It rocks."
Gender and Sexuality: "Dude that does NOT like dudes. Not that that's a problem, but...it's a problem when a very girly man starts flirting with me. Nonono..."
Physical Appearance: "My hair is straight and brown when I don't mess with it, and straight and black and awesome when I do mess with it. My eyes are the dullest shade of brown you'll ever see, and my skin is all Northern European and fries easily. I'm six foot, which drives my 5'4" mom crazy, and lithe, which also drives my mom crazy (she's convinced I don't eat enough, but then again we're Jewish and I'll never actually eat enough as far as she's concerned)."
Clothing: "Dark and awesome, or otherwise something that I like. I try not to flaunt the fact we have a little extra cash, so I'll always go for the cheaper items."
Personality: "Every city has a plethora of freaks...You're looking at one such freak. My clothing is dark, my room's decorated with fingerprints, and my conversations tend to wind up concerning weird historical facts. But I don't really mind. ^^ I'm happy where I am with what I do, and as it hasn't gotten me arrested yet, I'm content to leave it that way. So yeah, in a nutshell, I'm unique and aloof. And...maybe a little angry..."
Likes and Dislikes: "I loooooooooooooooooove my pets; my mom; my guitar; my music; history; nature; fingerprints; and me. And pie. I'm indifferent towards my father (to put it nicely), and I hate spiders; donkeys; and hurricanes."
Pets: "My beloved piebald ball python Monty (get it, huh, huh??) and my sweet boy Caligula."
Brief History: "I was born in Amsterdam during a literature conference, so obviously my father wasn't present at the birth of his first and only child. He cared enough to name me though, thus the moniker of Hawthorne, after good ol' Nate. As a family of three, we went back to Chicago, tenured in Washington and Texas, and returned to Chicago once more. Now I'm going camping with my friends, yay! I hope a bear doesn't eat me...or the pie I'm bringing..."

[zaz]

since you're the owner of the roleplay I believe you should start ~

[xiao.]

[ we're starting? ]

[.Watch.Shield.Kill.]

((Yes. My form has been posted, and if everyone is okay with it, I'll start.))

[zaz]

-well I am not sure any of us know how to start it off, so I guess you should

[.Watch.Shield.Kill.]

((And here we go...))

Tighty whities? Check. General blob of assorted clothing? Check. Snake? Ch- wait. Snickering to myself, I removed Monty from my duffel bag and put him around my shoulders. "What part of 'you will freeze to death' do you not understand?" I asked him, lightly stroking his body as he slithered along. "It's not like I can plug your heat rock into a tree." Although, knowing myself, with enough ambition and a good deal of choice words, it could be done. But aside from that, I was pretty excited to go camping. My bag was just about ready to join the two boxes o' supplies in the bed of my truck, and all that was left was to pack a pocket knife and kiss mom goodbye. I put Monty back in his tank and closed the lid tightly, then picked up my phone. After having a superficial twenty-first century meltdown at the fact there were zero messages waiting for me, I sent a mass text out to those that would be accompanying me on the trip.

U ppl ready?