ｉ'ｍ ａｗａｋｅ ｏｐｅｎ ａｎｄ ａｃｃｅｐｔｉｎｇ

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❝ｉ'ｍ ａｗａｋｅ ｉ'ｍ
ａｌｉｖｅ ｎｏｗ ｉ
ｋｎｏｗ ｗｈａｔ ｉ
ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ ｉｎｓｉｄｅ ｎｏｗ ｉｔ'ｓ ｍｙ ｔｉｍｅ ｉ'ｌｌ ｄｏ ｗｈａｔ ｉ
ｗａｎｔ 'ｃａｕｓｅ
ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｍｙ ｌｉｆｅ ｈｅｒｅ， ｒｉｇｈｔ
ｎｏｗ ｉ'ｌｌ ｓｔａｎｄ
ｍｙ ｇｒｏｕｎｄ ａｎｄ
ｎｅｖｅｒ ｂａｃｋ
ｄｏｗｎ ｉ ｋｎｏｗ
ｗｈａｔ ｉ ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ ｉｎｓｉｄｅ ｉ'ｍ
ａｗａｋｅ ａｎｄ
ｉ'ｍ ａｌｉｖｅ❞

We all wear them, because no matter what a mess you are on the inside, the outside is still beautiful unmarred and perfect to the eye. The scratches and imperfections are on the inside and sometimes those masks crack; letting out a little of what’s inside, pain, anger, sadness these are bottled up until your alone with no one around, that’s the only time the truth comes out and reveals the ugly behind the perfect. You’ve been wearing this mask so long that you’ve forgotten who’s really under it. This is way it is, maybe you’ve accepted it but then again maybe you haven’t. A relatively small town that no one really knows about, most people have grown up here but, there are four new students this year and one of them; they can see right through your carefully constructed mask. They’re able to take it away piece by piece and see the true you; are you willing to let go of this mask after wearing it for so long? Will you give up this perfect face for a chance to become lovely both inside and out?

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➥ Now before you get into this any deeper I would like to point out my fondness or literacy please, please, please post at least six to seven lines per post. Do more than that and I’ll be super happy! But if you don’t think you can write that much then please don’t submit a form. I am not a mean person and really don’t want to tell anyone that they can’t join but I will if I have to. Writers block is okay but don’t tell me that everyday.
➥ Characters can be an expression of who you really are. Don’t do the incredible sob story and don’t make the perfect china doll, this role play is about cracking that shell so even if you made the ‘perfect character’ both inside and out it wouldn’t work. Our imperfections are what make us interesting and I really want interesting characters. For those who are making the masked characters; these kids are what they perceive to be perfect on the outside, not on the inside so please keep that in mind.
➥ So all my other rules like; be respectful, obey all forum rules, in romance don’t go that far, try not to swear every post and things like that are all here, please try and use your common sense yes? I won’t be giving you strikes or anything like that but I will give you a gentle reminder if you do something like insult another roleplayer in OCC, or if you use fontmeme in every post. Read all the forum rules and we’ll get along great.

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ｔｈｅ ｒｅｂｅｌ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｇｏｏｄ ｇｉｒｌ
This rebel has been causing trouble in this small town for years, if there's graffiti on the walls or somethings missing the first person people start pointing their fingers at is Miles. Little do they know is that every week he volunteers at the youth center, and on weekends he volunteers at the pound, of course it's in the neighbouring town where no one knows him. He maintains this bad-boy persona in town, yet in some circles he's known as an angel. The only one who knows his secret in town is the new girl who ran into him when she was volunteering at the same youth center.
the rebel; Miles|Seventeen|Boy|GreyWinged
the good girl; Selenia|Seventeen|Girl|G r y f f i n d o r

ｔｈｅ ｒａｙ ｏｆ ｓｕｎｓｈｉｎｅ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｒｅａｌｉｓｔ
This girl is always looking on the bright side of life, at school she's the one you go to with your problems and she's the one to go to if you need last minute help with school. She always seems to have a smile on her face and a song in her heart, but that's just one side. Just like everyone one else she cries and maybe she cries a little more than others. With her parents constant arguing Harley's home life isn't happy. The only one who's ever noticed that she's not always smiling is the realist, while he isn't as popular as the ray of sunshine he's still talked to her and has seen through her happy face to the real girl underneath.
the ray of sunshine; Harley|Sixteen|Girl|cata123456
the realist; Bryan|Seventeen|Boy|Speak

ｔｈｅ ｊｏｃｋ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ａｒｔｉｓｔ
This is the tough guy, the jock who's mind is only on how many points he can score per game. His father is the phys-ed teacher and coach of the football team. ____ is always trying to push his limits and impress his father however no one knows his true passion. While ______ may be talented on the field his other passion is art. He doesn't have time to take a class in school, his only focus is sports and impressing his father. When he does enrol in an art class in the neighbouring town he meets the new girl and now she knows his secret.
the jock; open
the artist; Serenity|Seventeen|Girl|Speak

ｔｈｅ ｂａｒｂｉｅ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｂｏｏｋｗｏｒｍ
She's one of the most popular girls in the school, every girl wishes she could be her and every guy wishes he could date her and most do in fact get their chance. She appears to the rest of the world like a barbie, perfect on the outside and hollow on the inside, maybe a little less than intelligent as well. She presents this persona to the world because she doesn't want to be hurt by anyone, she keeps her distance so no one can touch her true nature. The bookworm tutors the barbie -grudgingly- in just about every subject and has seen through unguarded moments this girls true nature- he's seen the smart, funny and likeable girl that she truly is rather than the shallow, dumb and rather wild girl she portrays to the world.
the barbie; reserved
the bookworm; Mason|Sixteen|Male|cata123456

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he likes her __—>__
she likes him __<—__
they like each other __<—>__
dating __<3__
broken-up __</3__
he hates her __—#>__
she hates him __<#—__
they hate each other __<#>__

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❝ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｍｅａｎｉ
ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ａｎｇｒｙ ｙｏｕ
ｋｎｏｗ ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｊｕｓｔ
ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕ ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ
ｆａｋｅ ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｓｔｕｐｉｄ ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｗ ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ
ｊｕｓｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ
ｂｅ ｗｅａｋ ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ
ｓｅｎｓｅｌｅｓｓ ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｗ ｉ
ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅｊｕｓｔ
ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕ❞

➲ＢＲＹＡＮ ＬＯＣＫＷＯＯＤ

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Good morning…afternoon?..uh-well, good-whatever-time-of-day-it-is. My name’s Lockwood, Bryan Lockwood -hope you caught my James bond reference- hahaha…anyways…I got my name from my dad, after my mom gave birth she got really sick…actually she ended up dying but I don’t want to scare you off by telling you all the scary stuff first, we’ll end with all that…sound good to you? So I was born on december seventeenth, nineteen-ninety-five -and for those who have no idea what that means; december 17, 1994- in a local hospital, my dad was waiting ,more like pacing, in the waiting room. When I was brought out they also had to tell my dad that my mother was sick. Her liver was failing along with many other organs, my dad sat with my mom and me all night, by morning she was gone. Dang, I didn’t mean to tell you that just yet! Ok back to the basic stuff, My name’s Bryan, I’m eighteen years old and I’m a guy…what?! You didn’t figure that out?!?!

➲ＴＨＥ ＳＵＲＦＡＣＥ

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huh-you couldn’t ask someone else to write this part? Do you know how hard it is for me to try and describe myself? Ok, ok I’ll try because it’s you. First off my skin is pale, like any other caucasian, I don’t really like it though. I wish I was born looking different, so it’d be easier to stick out in a crowd and be apart from the norm. Sadly though it was not to be, so I have the skin of practically anyone here, I blend in with that kind of crowd; so why even try to be different you ask? Well I’ll tell you why, I don’t want to be part of the crowd, for once I want to stand out and be something other than person number-whatever. You know what I mean? Well if you don’t…whatever I don’t need your approval. Ahem-ok back to my looks, I have brown -somewhat messy- hair, a little longer it can sometimes flop into my eyes…like a mop. Yeah that’s a really weird description right? But it’s true… my eyes are also brown but a darker shade than my hair. So, all in all my color scheme is dark brown, light brown and pale. I stand at about 6’1” meaning of course I feel like a friggn’ giant! I’m lanky with a bit of muscle that makes me look rather intimidating…I’m not though. Trust me if you ever meet me…I’m not.
So now we’re on to unnatural stuff are we? Like tattoos and piercings, shockingly I might be one of the only people in the world who doesn’t have one -note the sarcasm- and it’s not because I think it’d be too painful, it’s just cause I don’t want them. Yes I want to stand out but I won’t accomplish that by marking my skin with a design that will loose it’s meaning -and shape- in thirty years.

➲ＷＲＩＴＴＥＮ ＤＯＷＮ

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Ok so here we are with my personality, I think we should start out with all my wonderful amazing qualities and then go down into my...not so good qualities. So -ahem- to begin I am very smart. I study hard and have a good work ethic, I sometimes like to flaunt my knowledge by using big words and random facts that I remeber -useless unless I want to be random- like the difference between Scottish and Irish dancing and how that relates to thier individual rebellions against the English. I guess that this kind of acting will keep people away from me, I'm not much when it comes to talking to others..hence my tendency to spout useless facts about anything and everything that probably has nothing to do with the conversation at hand. In truth I would rather spend a day lost in the library than having to converse with someone I don't even know for...an extended period of time. Some days are better than others though so, I can be friendly...if I try really really hard but yeah, most of the time I'm surrounded by books and my solitude, I suppose that my dad would be the only exception. Continuing on with my good traits, I'm very...well, for lack of a better word, helpful. If you can't open a door cause you have something in your hands I'll be happy to open the door. I guess you could call me a gentlemen. I like being nice to people, it fills the gap left by lack of contact, I help you and if you say thank-you I'll be great full to you; because you recognized me and you knew I was there. I don't know if there's anything else, but I guess you'll figure some stuff out when you -try to- talk to me.
Ah, here we are, bad traits. Well if you haven't noticed I have a horrible sense of humor, while I don't make jokes at other people's expense I'm just a really bad joke teller. Like "Why did the-hmm, wait I think I got it...why did the chicken cross the road?" Why are you looking at me?! I haven't got a clue what the punch line is....see? I'm really bad at it, but that doesn't stop me from trying. I also have a crippling shyness that prevents me from speaking in front of others. And yes guys can be shy too and I'm proud to admit I'm one of them, people think we -guys- have to be tough and strong but remember that we're human too. I'm unwilling to change my routine once I have one, its not like I'll start screaming if I can't sit in my chair in the morning while having a bowl of cereal but -let's say- if someone doesn't let me get somewhere on time I start to get a little...nervous. Ok. More like a jumble of nerves but you know, it just kind of freaks me out... So that's all for me! By folks see you next week at this same time.

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❝ＩＮ ＡＲＴ， ＴＨＥ
ＨＡＮＤ ＣＡＮ
ＮＥＶＥＲ ＥＸＥＣＵＴＥ
ＡＮＹＴＨＩＮＧ
ＨＩＧＨＥＲ ＴＨＡＮ
ＴＨＥ ＨＥＡＲＴ
ＣＡＮ ＩＭＡＧＩＮＥ．❞


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ｔｈｅ ａｒｔｉｓｔ
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So....I guess this is the part where I tell you how fantastic I am? How great it is to have a name like Serenity? Yeah, my parents thought that my name would help me to find peace but, having an odd name doesn't help with anything. Serenity is, as you can tell, a very peculiar name; not something every parent would chose for their child. The kids at school used to call me strange serenity, maybe I was a bit of a curious child; always on my own plus the angels who speak to me didn’t help but...they didn't have to be so mean about it. Anyways, on the day I was born -September 3, 1995- my mom was alone at the hospital; my father was being delayed by his work and other stuff -that we might get into latter- so my mom delivered me in the hospital but, unlike in all the movies she wasn't the first to hold me. Actually my grandmother had that privilege, she held me while my mother slept -something she does a lot of now- and thought I looked serene, peaceful; I was actually the only baby that didn't cry and I am very proud of it! So when my dad finally got there the next day my grandmother convinced both my parents to name me Serenity. Well that covers all the basic stuff, in short; My name is Serenity Rhodes, I’m seventeen years old and a girl.

ｔｈｅ ｍｉｒｒｏｒ
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I have pale skin, I don’t tan in the summer because I feels that it’s too much of a bother just to make myself look attractive. Besides how do you think people get skin cancer? While I don't like spending time outside I will wear sunscreen, better pale than cancer.My face is small, with full lips and a small nose the most important feature is my eyes, duh, my eyes are hazel with a light ring of warm chocolate brown surrounding the pupil. Now I'm not one to obsess over my looks, in fact I don’t even like to look in the mirror and will avoid it, but I do like my eyes. I always say that it’s my one acceptable feature. Framing my face is an abundance of wavy white/platinum blonde hair. I have never been able to tame my waist length mass of curls, unless it involves three cans of hair spray and an expert hair stylist, it’s almost like it has a mind of it’s own, you know? Don’t get me wrong, I like my hair but I just wish that I could straighten it in less than three hours. If I’m drawing or painting I usually put my hair up in a bun where I can stick all sorts of brushes or pencils in and remember where I put them. My body type is slim and feminine and I hate it. When people see me they automatically assume that I’m a delicate flower that needs someone to take care of me for the rest of my life but they couldn’t be more wrong. I’m not a delicate flower and my arms and legs are strong from all the swimming I do but does anyone notice that? No, of course not. I do have one tattoo, designed by me so even if someone has a similar design it would never be the exact same design, tattooed on my back are two wings, they cover my shoulder blades and part of my shoulders on each side.

ｔｈｅ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａ
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What I’m like? Good traits? Bad traits? Inside? Outside? Oh, well let's start with what I'm like with other people; I'm quiet. I don't like being the center of attention, it's just not...me, and while I don't think it's a bad thing to be an introvert I do think that in a group I won't be all that fun to hang around, well. In a large group that's what I'm like, I hang in the back of the group and don't voice my opinions even if I know I'm right. In a smaller group of two or maybe three people I regain some of my voice; I’ve always had a quirky sense of humor, maybe I got it from hanging around my grandma on the reservation too much, most people don’t get my jokes but who cares? I think I’m funny and in a small group I definitely show it. I can also express myself more. I know a lot of stories, my grandma always tells me about sedna the sea witch or how the earth was created and I can recite them with the ease that comes with knowing every syllable. I guess that’s another thing about me, I have an amazing memory not quite perfect but almost. It’s actually quite funny, I remember the small things like your favourite color or where you put your blanket but I have trouble remembering what job you give me or what your name is. I also have a really bad temper, while not many things set me off, if I am angry I’ll scream and yell and sometimes I even throw things.
That was what I’m like with people, this is what i’m like when I’m alone. If I’m completely alone I feel so much more free to express myself how I want to express myself. I draw, sing, play my flute and even talk to myself. Even if I love to dance, sing and play my flute, those aren’t my true talents, this is the only thing I will admit that I’m talented in; sculpting. I have shelves full of small shoebox scenes of people and places buses, cafe’s even parks. I know it sounds like I’m crazy right? Well, I guess I am a bit crazy…I have a weird way of thinking and seeing things that, to others, would be simple black and white. Maybe this is why I’m always quiet, I just don’t want people to think I’m crazy even if I think I’m crazy because I hope I’m not crazy…does that make any sense?
When i look inside myself I can’t find the good things, all I see is an insecure and scared girl who can’t even start a conversation with someone because she’s too afraid they’ll reject her, that they’ll say she’s crazy. Maybe I’m too hard on myself but…you wanted to know what I thought about myself so it’s really your fault. I guess I doubt myself and what I can do more than I doubt the people around me; people have always thought of me as weak, crazy and pathetic. I’ve heard them talk about me behind my back and what cuts deepest is that, I can’t help but agree with most of what they say. I’m short and thin, I can’t carry really heavy things and with my stride I can sometimes slow the whole group down. My parents are ashamed of me so what have I got to be proud of? Sometimes I wish that I wasn’t living this life, that I could live in a different place and make friends but…how likely does that seem?

ｔｈｅ ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ
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Ah, here comes the horror story, no really I’m just kidding it’s not really a horror story just…a regular one I guess you’d call it. Anyway you know the day I was born and you know about my cooking accident when I was five, those are all important but maybe you’d like to know about my mother and father? So my fathers a cheating, workaholic pig who’s either at work or somewhere else with someone else. I figured this out when I was all of nine years old, so I think my mom knows to. All she does every day is cook, clean and sleep. All the sleeping she does might be helped along with the few pills that I’ve found in the bathroom cupboard. This is what my life’s been like so far, I mean, my grandma is my real family. I spend a lot of time there, more than I spend at my actual house. Not that my mom notices. Me and gran do everything together, but she’s always telling me to get out of this town. When I won a spot in this contest my grandma saw to it that I would go, everyday she would argue with me about. Then my family moved for my fathers promotion and now I'm living in a small town far away from my grandmother. Anyways, this is my life so…you don’t have to like but, you need to respect it.

[cata123456]

can I have the female artist?))

[ｐｒｉｘｉｅ]

(May I please reserve the good girl?)

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@cata sorry but I've already reserved that spot, if you'd like another spot I'll reserve it for you.}}
@Fawkes sure I'll reserve that spot for you}}

[cata123456]

the ray of sunshine girl))