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[Stray Dog]

"Ain't nothin' wrong with lettin' loose every once in a while..."

N A M E :;
---> Full name? Alexander Vince. But, if you wanna keep those shiny white teeth of yours, I suggest you never call me Alexander. Ever. The name's Zander, alright? Alright.
G E N D E R :;
---> Okay, look, I posted that picture specifically because I am sick of getting crap for my clothing, hair, relationship and whatever choices. I'm a guy, a dude, a bro, a man. It's not that hard to figure out.
A G E :;
---> Only just twenty-two, can ya believe it? I'm pretty much still a teenager and teenagers are pretty much just big kids, so... so I guess I'm still a kid, free to be as immature as I wanna be.
S E X U A L I T Y:;
---> I like men. Get over it.
C R U S H:;
---> If I have one, you'll be the last to know.

"Can't go lettin' anyone tell you how to live your life..."

P E R S O N A L I T Y:;
---> I guess you could call me a bit of a delinquent. I've not gotten into any major trouble, not really, but there is the odd thing here and there... I don't like people telling me what to do. Bit of a problem with authority, I guess. That's probably why there's so much friction between me and my older sis. She's always tellin' me what to do and what not to do... I hate it. But, sayin' that, I'm not really a hateful person. Yeah, I've got a bit of a temper, and I tend to cross the line between playful teasing and actually hurting someone's feelings, but, I don't go out of my way to make people feel like crap about themselves. I've gotten enough of that myself to know it's just not right.
R E L A T I O N S H I P S:;
---> My older twin sister, Aurora, and I have our ups and downs, but, I guess she's alright... I mean, she's family, yanno?
---> That piano-playin' kid, Zack... he's kinda cute, actually. Kinda too obedient for my tastes, though; I have no problems with the guy, really.
---> Geez, that Heather... she's a fiesty one, alright. It's all sorts of fun, riling her up and seeing her get over-the-top ticked off with me.
---> And then there's her brother, Jesse. Up himself? You betcha. But, hey, I like the guy - he's fun to hang with and he don't tell me what to do, so, I'm cool with him.
---> What sort of a name is Josiah? damn, I feel sorry for the kid. But whatever - he's fun to tease, admittedly, with how to himself he keeps. It's merely my attempt at including him in the fun of my life, really.

"But hey I can be civilised when I've gotta."

A N Y T H I N G . E L S E ?:;
---> What's that? Ya wanna know why I'm at some fancy ass University? Well, why do ya think? I'm here for an education. Despite my looks, I can assure you that I ain't an idiot. I'm more of a creative spirit than an intellectual, true... that's why I'm majoring in Expressionism. You know, artsy stuff. Minoring in Illustration, too... they're both a lotta fun. I'm pretty good with a spray can, go figure. Guess all that graffiti I've done over the years has paid off... and hey a free spirit such as myself has to have something to do with his time, so, you'll likely hear me lettin' loose on my electric guitar. Damn, is she beauatiful...

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friends with the flute
okay with the clarinet
ignores the trombone
despises the trumpet
puts up with the french horn
avoids the electric guitar
friends with the acoustic guitar
friends with the violin
okay with the drums
friends with the piano
crushing on the tambourine

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-------jackson moore, the twenty-two year old clutching a bachelor's degree [working towards a master] in psychology, is a tall guy -- both his parents were over six foot [if it was six foot, and a sixth of an inch over, that would count too, right?]. he inherited his brown eyes from his father, and the dark brown hair from his mother. jackson was raised in a small town in the middle of west virginia, away from the busy city life, where he learned the good morals only a little farmhouse can teach. his patience is pristine, and his dedication is extreme. he loves the smell of the earth after rain has fallen, the sunrise [but not the sunset], and butterscotch candies. jackson is a person who's always felt compassion -- from the time his mother cut herself while preparing dinner to the time a pedestrian got hit by a car. he wants to understand humans, to help them get over problems that cloud their past and judgment. he wants them to rely on him, because he's a genuinely sturdy person who knows how to keep his cool and remain calm even in the worst of situations. he understands strength and when others are in crisis, he wants to be the wall they fall to for support.

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ＡＮＤ ＭＯＳＴ ＧＩＲＬＳ ＡＤＯＲＥ

[a_bowtie]

[reserve; I may have to drop out of this, but I'm not sure yet]

[abbie-sama]

my name is thaddeus joseph richmond, but you can call me jo. please, call me jo. everyone calls me jo... except for that select few who call me... thud. u-um, it's nice to meet you, though. i'm twenty-two at the moment - my birthday's on july 4th, which is a really happy holiday that i just happened to be born on. so my birthday doubles as a barbecue and a party. i've never really liked barbecue, actually, since i'm allergic to molasses and the barbecue sauce that my grandma makes, which everyone in my family uses but me, has molasses in it as the main ingredient. i actually kind of hate july 4th after the "can't breathe" fiasco when i was a baby. but anyway, if you couldn't tell, i'm a boy. i hope you could tell. in regards to what i'm doing here, well, i guess i'm just drifting along, getting an education. the first thing that i knew i wanted to do was go to this college, but i guess that was really just because i wanted to prove that i was smart. and for my major, well, i don't... i don't really know what i want to major in. i have hobbies like soccer and i like to play the clarinet even if i'm not that good, but i don't really know what i like to do otherwise. i've always wanted to draw but i'm not any good with paper because i always end up having to erase everything and i'm not a computer whiz. i'm not very distinguished when it comes to "talents". i'm not even sure if i have a talent besides getting straight a's and reading harry potter and the deathly hallows in ten hours. so i'm just here, hoping that some divine source will tell me what i should do with my life. socially awkward, clumsy, in-the-clouds me is just here. and i guess i'm having fun, but not knowing what i want to do with my life really bothers me. now, for my relationships with other people... well, i don't really know. i've never had a girlfriend or a boyfriend, so my sexual orientation is undecided at the moment. i like people who know what they want in life and are classy and smart. i hate it when girls try to show off their bo- breasts and get attention and all of that. but i guess i wouldn't really know what i want anyway, because i haven't exactly experimented or dated. i went to prom with my cousin, and, granted, i have kissed a girl, but that was an accident and it was dark and... she thought i was someone else. but anyway! appearance-wise, i'm average. i'm tall, and people consider me to be a bit lanky. i slouch a lot. my hair is a mess, to put it simply, and there's only one style that works - everything else i try makes me look like albert einstein. i get really pasty in the winter, one of my sisters said. my eyes are brown like my hair. people also say that i have plump lips, and the girl that i kissed once said that i was really kissable, but not her type. i'm also color blind, i hate skinny jeans, and i wear plain stuff. um, my personality is... awkward. i think a lot, and i can be a bit negative towards myself. almost in a gloom and in the clouds and all of that. i can't really help it. i'm known to be really clumsy. my nails are down to the pink part, or whatever you call it, because i bite them all the time. my lips bleed constantly because i chew on them, too. the inside of my jaw always hurts because i chew on that, too. i also pick my scabs. it's a sort of obsessive compulsive thing. i'm also known to be jittery because i have adhd, and i say "um" a lot. um, i am also known to laugh at the weirdest times, stare accidentally, drool (but i'm getting better with not doing that), and talk way too much when i get nervous. my eyesight is pretty bad but i don't wear my glasses - i don't want to be a geek as well as a social outcast. i can be really negative, too, but i always try to be nice. secretly, i just want people to like me. besides my family, that is. well, i do have some friends, just... not close friends. that might be my fault, though. maybe i'm being too picky. so anyway, i was brought up in a family of eight. my dad was strict, my mother was a bit less strict, and my siblings are all obnoxious girls. school was interesting, but not interesting enough for me to go into detail about. so that's it. hopefully i didn't bore you. um... see you around!

[Lady Grifter]

"I guess I've always had a sort of flair for dramatics."
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Date of birth: July 16th

Vivienne G. Wells

Vivienne, "Viv" for short, is the show-off and damned proud of it. Twenty-two years of age, majoring in Theatrical arts and minoring in Humanistic Studies. Vivienne is the first to jump up and take on the world on her own. Impulsive and always up for a good time, she has a tendency to pointedly ignore most, if not all, rules and laws. Expressing a distinct flair for dramatics, she isn't at all shy and doesn't really have a filter on what she says. Often she can come off rude for her blatancy, having no belief in "sugar-coating".

Born in Essex, England, Vivienne is the youngest of three to Lisa Locke and Jason Wells. The second-half to a set of twins, she is the polar opposite to the fragile and doe-eyed Katy Locke. After her parents separated, she moved to the United States at the age of fourteen with her older brother, Mickey, and her father.

Vivienne is fairly average in height, at around five and seven tenths of a meter, mostly made up by her long graceful legs. Her skin is alabaster in tone, pale and fairly blemish-free. The young woman has eyes that are a deep green in color, flecked with gold and violet around the iris and thick ebony hair that is often let down in a curtain around her shoulders.

[Rivkah]

okay, so I'm just going to start us off now that we have all the
reserve posts made, and you guys can finish up your forms as
you may. remember to be active at least two - three days a week. o3o
the scene we're starting off with is in the afternoon; it's
at the twelve kids' favorite spot to hang out, cafe de la musique.
today they either have only had classes in the morning, or haven't
had any period today, so the students are free of classes for the
remainder of the day. they will most likely hang with their friends
as they don't all like each other, so it won't just be one big gathering.
try to stick to the character personality/description as much as possible.
I also saw this occurring a lot: JUST BECAUSE YOUR CHARACTER IS
THAT INSTRUMENT DOES NOT MEAN THEY HAVE TO PLAY IT; THIS IS
A REGULAR UNIVERSITY, THE INSTRUMENT IS JUST THEIR PERSONA.
also, the characters live in either student housing or dorms, and most
just live with their friends; both of co-ed, and don't worry about gender.
figure out the housing details on your own, please. c;

So, summary:

- I'm posting first to give you an example
- the rest of the day is free of classes
- they are all going to the cafe de la musique
- they will hang in small clusters that include their friends
- just because your character has an instrument does not mean
they have to play it; this is a regular uni roleplay and the instrument
just represents their persona. this also means that if they're drums,
they don't like classical music; same as violin does not like rock music.
I don't know if I was clear enough when first making the roleplay. :v
- students live in dorms or student housing with their friends.

have fun roleplaying, and remember to stick to the average posting
rate of two - three paragraphs minimum!

[avaloafe]

Alright thanks Riv! Just a reminder that I won't be able to he onto the Internet next all week with no wifi. Just pointing that out for you guys ^_^ -------

[Rivkah]

Ａｕｒｏｒａ Ａｍｅｌｉａ Ｖｉｎｃｅ
also known as Rora, Rory

acoustic guitar ø twenty-two ø form
bisexual

friends with the saxophone
okay with the flute
friends with the clarinet
friendly with the trombone
annoyed by the trumpet
hates the french horn
protective of her twin bro, electric
friends with the violin
crushing on the drums
crushing on the piano
cool with the tambourine

The young woman of twenty two dropped her messenger bag back at her student housing property, where she lived with a couple of her friends and her - technically younger by five minutes - twin brother. She slipped her phone out of her pocket, pushing her brunette curls out of her face and texting her friends; those who weren't came anyway with their friends. Heading to the cafe, hope you'll be there soon. This was sent to Josiah, Vivienne, and City [?]. She wasn't going to text her brother, but she just hoped Alex wasn't getting himself into trouble. Smiling weakly at the thought, she noted how it always seemed she was pulling him by the ear to make sure she didn't get into the dean of students' office for some reason or another; she couldn't have him expelled, his education mattered as much to her as it did to him.

She was wearing her curly/wavy hair down, as it was September and there was no need to be wearing anything remotely hot or cold; that was why she liked spring and autumn best. Not too cold for wearing comfortable things, but not so that you had to wear the bare minimum because it was so hot out. So, she was in gray capri pants that cut off at the knee, black slip on flat pumps, and a nice, lightweight red blouse, with slightly lacy material but not too girly. It was amusing how one moment, she could dress in a feminine, flattering way, and the next moment, she was curled up watching some science fiction show in a Batman sweatshirt and shorts. It was just the way she was, and besides, the sciency stuff fit her well. She was majoring in Digital Arts, as technology was her forte. For instance, she could hack into the school database if she wanted to, but she didn't because unlike some students, she had a strict moral code.

She wasn't stupid or ditzy in the least, and she tried her best to at least be nuetral with all the students she or her friends knew. Of course, there was one girl she had a hard time doing that with; Heather Lockwood. She could actually tolerate her brother more than Heather, but they were both airheads. How Alex put up with Jesse, she didn't know, but she did know it was easier than that prissy princess and the "I am queen, kiss my shoes" act she always waltzed around with. Most of the reason Rory hated this was because she hated others being bullied or treated unfairly, and Heather did that a lot to people. It just wasn't right, in her books.

Finally, she arrived at the cafe and took her usual place in the corner by the window where she could see the entire cafe and outside, and ordered her usual hot chocolate. Hot chocolate was great not just for winter, but also for autumn and spring. It kinda lost its touch in summer, however, and that's when she replaced it with homemade lemonade, one of her specialties. She was the first one to arrive, apparently, which meant she might have a bit of waiting to do before her brother or her friends arrived. With a small sigh, he settled herself down and took out a book on the concepts of Computer programming to read while she waited, and sipped at her hot chocolate carefully so not to spill it.

[Lady Grifter]

{ Vivienne G. wells }
Twenty-two | Bisexual | Trombone
xxxxxokay with the saxophone
xxxxxlikes the flute
xxxxxokay with the clarinet
xxxxxfinds the trumpet unbearable
xxxxxwants the french horn to like her
xxxxxfinds the electric guitar fun
xxxxxfriendly to the acoustic guitar
xxxxxcrushing on the violin
xxxxxbest friends with the drums
xxxxxstays away from the piano

A low and frustrated groan emitted from beneath a mixed pile of blankets and sprawling limbs as the shrill ringing of an alarm clock happily sang out into the dim room. Shuffling and slapping along the hard wooden surface of the night stand, Vivienne struggled blindly to find the clock's snooze button. Eager fingers soon found their destination, effectively swatting the clock off of the table onto the hardwood floors in process. She happily returned to sleep once more before the low hum and vibration of her phone from beneath her pillow roused her only minutes later. "Alright, alright!" She grumbled at the phone wincing at the harsh white light of the screen, well knowing she was alone in the house. The mid-afternoon sunlight reached out across the room, sneaking past her heavy burgundy curtains greeting her as they lit the room reminding her of the time. Happily, Vivienne had taken to night classes, eagerly adopting a nocturnal schedule for, at least, the first half of each week. She read the text three times, waiting for the haze of sleep to release her thoughts as she did so.

Swinging her long legs over the side of the bed, she stumbled toward the bathroom and stripped for a shower. After allowing the hot water to awaken her senses, she dressed in a pair of dark jeans, a "parting gift" from her sister, and a black and white tank top proudly displaying the character Beetlejuice. Towel-drying her hair, she padded, barefoot, downstairs for the door, grabbing her beaten-to-death combat boots as she went. Oh my way.' She swyped in the text with practiced ease before sliding the phone into her back pocket. The cafe was only about a mile's walk from her off-campus apartment. She shared it with a few friends and what was left of her father's debit card.

She'd covered the first half of the short mile barefoot, before the fact had occurred to her. With a snort to herself, she yanked them over a pair of ankle socks; finishing the rest of the trip in a jog.
"Hey!" Vivienne greeted Aurora with a grin, running her hand through her hair before making a bee-line for the table. "An entire world of literature at your finger tips and you pick studying for your free-time reading." She scolded teasingly, falling into the seat next to her.

[avaloafe]

--- On my Ipod so no fancy post... --

Zack Zile Zarkan

Zack jerked awake and looked around sleepily. He took a quick glance over to his clock and jerked to his feet. "Shoot! I'm going to be late!" He grabbed his bag and tossed his beanie onto his messed up hair. "I'll see you mum!" and ran out the door, slamming it behind him. Zack was about to cross the block when he skidded into his tracks. Lifting up a finger and tapping the air, turned around back home; soon reappearing on his lime green mountain bike, hittin speeds 25 mph and above.

Zack was very fit and was able to bike ride to about 30 mph for about 15 to 20 minutes without stopping. He rides his bike everyday after school for a good hour and a half. He also goes to the gym and works out about once a week so, you could say, he is pretty fit.

About five minutes later, he arrive at the cafe where he and his pals meet up. He locked his bike up and scrambled his code and went inside. He looked around and let his upper body fall. Apparently he was early! "Great... Rushed for nothing..." he muttered and sat down at a table and ordering a root beer.