| The Grace Estate | A Place To Call Our Own | Starting Soon

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[two more forms and we can start c:
If anyone knows a person they think would be a good Olivia, feel free to invite them, I want to start soon so this doesn't die out]

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Name: "Oh, that thing? It's Olivia Grace! But really, no need to call me by my full name, just Olivia is 'aight with me."
Age:18
Wants/Desires: "Okay, this is going to sound a little out there, but I really want to be an actress. Always have, always will."
Personality: "People are constantly saying I'm a very friendly person and I can't really blame them. I would say I'm really likeable, but that would sound a little conceited, wouldn't it? Either or I love meeting new people, being with others, and forming positive bonds with others. I try my best to be nice to everyone and just overall pretty social, but that's what I have been told. And that is all. Yet I'm not selling myself short. I'm a very friendly person, I guess! Obviously I'm a pretty welcoming person; I am letting people live at this house in case you haven't exactly noticed. Either or I'm also pretty open and a very relaxed person. You could say I'm casual, but also I'm not too into dirt, violence, and all that. I'd much rather paint my nails or something."
History: "Well, I technically grew up rich. Yeah, I've had a pretty awesome life if I do say so myself. I'm not getting into details because most of my life is rather insignificant up to now. I mean living in the present is more important than the past. So I'll give a good ole status update. My grandmother dies and pretty much just gave me her house. Pretty cool right? Basically I got these conditions for it and one of them said this place must have three of each gender in it, so boom here we are."
Weaknesses: Okay, I am the worst cook you could imagine. There is no way in the world anyone who loves here should let me even try and cook. I once nearly set this place on fire making mac n' cheese. Flipping mac n' cheese!"
Strenghts: "Um, I'm a friendly person with a lot of money and a house? I don't really know. I guess I'm good at acting."
Other: "ooh! I'm deathly afraid of spiders. And snakes"

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[The Clay Jones spot is now open.]

[tempest,]

[[ Bump ]]

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[we are going to start,
i'll find a clay jones soon enough...

scenarios;
olivia is showing mike around the estate since he got there first [his belongings are outside and haven't been brought up yet], particularly the rooms and back gardens

ryn is still driving there with christina riding shotgun. most of their belongings will arrive the next day, but the necessities are in ryn's car.

cari arrives to the front of the estate and rings the doorbell a few times before realizing no one is going to let her in. she goes looking for someone to welcome her or help her bring her belongings to her room. clay comes up behind her and scares her on accident, he's looking for someone to show him around as well.

roomates;
olivia has her own room, the master bedroom
cari and christina share a room but have more than enough room for them both
ryn and mike share a room identical to cari and christina's.
clay has his own room, but it is the smallest.

[Spirited.]

face claim: ???



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THE BASICS
name Clayton Jones
nickname Clay
gender male
sexual orientation straight
age 20
birthday April 20th
nationality Canadian

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THE LOOKS
height 6'0"
build muscled, fit
eyes light blue
hair brown, usually styled
other some stubble, a charming smile,

tattoo on upper arm

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THE PERSONALITY
qualities flirty, sarcastic |
- - - -proud, doesn't take things seriously
quirks winking at pretty girls,
- - - -rubbing his chin
likes partying, girls,
- - - -singing, acting
dislikes clowns, being rejected

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RANDOM FACTS
clothing choice jeans, v-necks,
- - - - - - -hoodies, converse
fav. colour blue
fav. thing "the chase"
sucks at dancing (but does it anyway)
aspirations actor or singer
past relationships lost count

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R y n H e r o n
age; Nineteen
nicknames; RJ, Ryan
status; Single, Crushing on Christina
location; In his car
feeling; Nervous
tagged; Christina
oc; [I added a scenario for Clay.
Sorry my post isn't the best or most lengthy,
it'll get better as I go.]

Ryn thumped his thumb on the steering wheel as he kept his eyes on the road. "Are you ready for this? Because we're almost there..." Ryn swallowed and turned to glance at Christina. He didn't feel ready to be this far away from New England, living with strangers. The road wasn't nearly as busy as the boy had expected, which seemed to put a bit of ease to his nervousness. He had turned the radio off at the last rest stop, but now the absence of music was starting to bug him. Ryn didn't want to turn on the music in case Christina liked the silence, but maybe he could fill it with the sound of their voices. "Are you nervous at all? I know I am. I can't shake the feeling and it's really starting to bug me." His voice went rapid speed, unintentionally. Ryn tended to do that when he was fearful. On one hand he was excited to start working towards a career and be immersed in a new group of friends, but then again he was scared for the same reasons.

[blackbird.]

M I K E . G E O R G E
age - 18 | the thoughtful one | with - Olivia
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Mike walked at a slow pace, observing the house. It wasn't that he was a slow walker, since he could walk and run quickly if he wanted to, but that was the pace at which Olivia was walking, and he didn't want to walk faster than her. He took in the sights of the whole place. It was huge, to say the least. He didn't come from a poor family and he lived in a relatively large house, but it was nothing compared to the mansion he was in. He could just imagine putting the description down on paper, describing the enormity of the place. He had taken a look at the bedrooms and he noted that he was sharing his with another (a boy, to his relief) whose name he had already forgotten. It had been a few minutes since he was given a tour of the whole mansion. He knew there were others girls as well. He hoped the others would be friendly and easy to get along with. He walked again, eyes taking in everything. Hw wasn't a talker and he would be silent if he had his way. But no, he was a guest. A paying guest, but a guests nonetheless."So," he said, clearing his throat. "This place...the mansion, I mean. How long has it been standing?" He observed that it looked rather antique, but not tearing apart at all.

[~stories untold.]

Christine slouched in the passenger seat, looking out the window as things rolled by. Her gas was brought to his quickly as he began to speak. He was nervous, obviously. After being friends for years, shed come to the conclusion that what he was doing was mere nervous habits. Rolling her eyes she turned to face him, her eyes narrowing on his. "You really shouldn't be nervous, you know. We finally have something new to do. I'm not nervous though." She signed softly and let the two fall into a comfortable silence. Soon enough however they were almost there and with that in mind, her excitement seemed pretty evident to anyone that possibly could have been around. "This is it, " she said with a smile, turning back to him again. "And you shouldn't be nervous. This is gonna be awesome, " Christine sat up straighter, eyes staring into his once again. "Just think of all the adventures we could have! Meeting new people ans all that!"

[tempest,]

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Cari Juniper | 18 | the athletic one | confused | near the estate | searching for someone | with none

Cari glanced out of the window as she got driven to the Grace estate by her father in complete silence. Her father was quite used to his daughter being quiet most of the time, and she thought what will the estate and the people be like. Although she was rather shy and probably wouldn't have the guts to start conversation with anyone, the girl always had a chance to listen to others. Once the car stopped, she brushed her thoughts off and got out of the car along with her belongings. "I'm fine, dad, thanks. See you later," Cari told, waved goodbyes, and got to the doors of the building. She already started admiring the wonderful place she rented a room in. Of course inside it could look very dreadful but she had no desire to destroy her happiness. She brushed off her thoughts for one more time before ringing the doorbell and waiting until someone would open it or a nasty prank would happen. The doors stayed shut for few minutes and she didn't want to look impatient, though pressed the doorbell again, after a minute again. She sighed and looked around for some alive being who could help her but since none appeared she continued pressing the doorbell, Cari had nothing better to do until someone opened anyways.