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[minho]

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name;;
Matilda 'Tilly' Allery

age;;
Tilly is eighteen {17} years of age, going on eighteen {18} shortly

description;;
Tilly is a fairly short girl for her age, and has a slim build.
Her eyes are a lovely forest green, and her hair is a pure white.
Tilly often wears dressed and boots of some sort, and her hair is often held up with a bandana, but she does have it down a fair bit. Her hair is mid length, and comes only a few centimeters past her shoulders-- two centimeters, to be exact.

school;;
At her school, Tilly is definitely one of the outcasts.
She is often known as the quiet type, and she enjoys just curling up and reading a book.
Tilly tries not to get into too many close relationships with people, unless she is completely trusting in the person, and seems to have trust problems, as most of her old 'friends' just used her, and left her the year after.

other;;
To be roleplayed

{I will be private messaging you my writing in just a moment, so taht you can get a picture of how much I will write. c:}

[boat]

{{Accepted ^^

{{And everyone - shuck face. will be the new mod of the RP so please listen to them c:

[vanitas.]

Zeke blinked, feeling Rosalie fall asleep in his lap. This isn`t thhe first time some`s sat on his lap, it`s the first time an almost complete stranger sat on his lap. He wanted to sleep but chairs aren`t very comfortable for sleeping. He looked at Rosalie and moved a strande of hair, put of her face. He gave a small sigh, why did human emotions have to be so confusing? Did he like the girl, as friends, yes, anything more than that...he wasn`t sure, was she worth it? She sure was pretty and as far as he`s been with her, she seems like a nice, kind, and lovely person...but it could always be a façade...only time would tell, he`s just got take it slow, he`s not desperate, and he`s still got alot time

(Also, someone posted a form not many pages back ^-* Just thought I should tell you)

[blackbird.]

sigríður ásta hilmarsson
17❄female❄with: peter

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[tiredrobin]

((Guys this rp looks fun I think I'm gonna join it. Reserve me the male? I'll be able to post after freakin school, urg.))

[vanitas.]

(Re-post for Keplyn)

Zeke nodded and smiled "I knew I saw you somewhere" they reached the café, he opened the door and peeked inside. He blinked seeing all the people curled up in blankets, in the dark. What caught his eye was his best friend, Penelope, sleeping, he smiled then his eyes widened when he noticed Blake then chuckled softly "She finally got herself a guy" he looked back at Rosalie and held the door open for her "Ladies first"

Penelope curled up closer to him, she went into a deep sleep, the dreams came. She looked like when she was around 6, she was wearing a simple dress. She was in a field of green grass. In the distance she saw a figure of a man and something inside hr mad her shout out "Daddy!" she ran towards the shadow, the figure knelt, as if ready for her to run into his arms, then another little girl, around her age with blond hair, wearing a large poofy dress ran into his arms. Penelope stopped in her tracks and stared, tears pricking at her eyes "D-daddy?" She gasped as she woke up and looked around then groaned and leaned back. Darn dreams...

[jet pack blues]

P E T E R . J O N A H . F O R D

Peter blinked a few times. He tried to picture the girl in front of him doing something as rough and rugged as skateboarding. And he even doubted her friends skateboarded like he does. Perhaps they were the kind that skateboarded for fun or for transport, maybe even to the rink once in a while. But they probably weren't like him. He trained every day, and he was dead serious about skateboarding. He's heard it all before - 'Peter, if you were this serious about school you'll be doing a lot better.' He sneered inwardly at the thought of that. Well he didn't care about schoolwork or getting a good job or all of that. Folding his arms and leaning back on his chair once again, he focused back to the present. "So, what school do you go to?" he asked, interested to know if the girl was some sort of genius. Maybe that was her stereotype.

sigríður ásta hilmarsson
17❄female❄with: peter

I snapped out of my day dream for a second, my gaze turning back over to Peter as he asked me a question. "Oh!" I said, finally realizing that he'd asked me which school I went to. "I totally forgot the name of it, to be completely honest. It's the one in town, though," I answered him, trying my hardest to really think about it. I drove by it once, but never really paid much attention. "And you?" I asked, trying to be polite. I could honestly care less about school; it was winter break, for crying out loud!
(Sorry about the sucky post... If need be, I can edit it and add on.)

[tiredrobin]

n a m e • Daniel Nurse. He usually goes by Danny.

a g e • 17. Birthday November 7th.

g en d e r • Male.

s e x u a l i t y • Homosexual - Single

s c h o o l - r a n k • He's not really sure himself. An outcast would be too far, because he does have his friends. But he never talks to anyone else, or hangs out with them. He's either with his friends, or alone. Or being bullied, though his earlier-mentioned friends are always there to help him out.
If we must put a label on it, I guess outcast would do.

o t h e r• Danny is mute. He got sick when he was little, really really sick, and it basically damaged his vocal chords. It could have been repaired, maybe, but the chances were slim and his father didn't have the money for the surgery.


((I think everything checks out? I hope this is okay, haha.
The picture isn't really how I see him, and you don't have to see him like that either. It was just the best I could come up with.
If I am to be accepted, could someone kindly tell me the location of the characters open for him to interact with? And catch me up on anything major.))

[effervescence]

Rosalie Wiloh Green

She woke up, realizing she was in someone's lap. She sat there in his arms for a few more minutes, happy for him to hold her. Why didn't you wake me up? She asks, looking up at him, her eyes were a light brown, with flecks of green around the edges. She blinks them, her long eyelashes brushing the light dusting of freckles she had on her cheeks. She kept eye contact with him for a minute, then broke it, looking away and chewing on her lower lip. She goes to get up.

((WB and on mobile!!! SORRRYYYY!))