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the discussion thread for the outsiders. I will make this pretty afterwards.

the rp

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The young man's name is Rory Grey. Born eighteen years ago this very day, he is the leader of the rebellion group called The Outsiders and the number one on the most wanted list. How did the outsiders begin? That's a good question. At the age of fourteen, everyone gets coded. It's life. But when you have aspirations, dreams, why would you want that for yourself? Choose your own destiny or someone else will. So he ran. People searched for years and didn't find him. Life went on. A year after his running away, he began to sneek into the capitol, speak to people and get them out too. The raids began, bombs and homemade firecrackers being used to make noise as distractions as the others looted the houses. For the past two years it has been getting more intense, search parties combing the desert for them and killing stray members.

Rory is a very loyal person, but the only one he trusts fully is his second. The two have been through a lot, from making bombs that blew up in their faces as they created them to days of hunger. He seems to like to sing and hum, often toying with his hair or clothing when trying to think. Strategy is his forte, as well as being loud and distracting the law enforcement while the others scavenge. Rory is like a father to some of the younger members, having even raised a few since they were kids. Maybe it was destiny, maybe it wasn't , but he knows that one day their group can live like kings and queens, bringing justice back to the way it's supposed to be.


Face claim ;; Andrew Biersack Forum made by ;; me

[khaleesi,]

faceclaim: crystal reed
form and character: goes to me, amelia pond.
pictures: go to their rightful owners

I ruled the world.
With these hands I shook the
heavens to the ground,
I laid the gods to rest.
I held the key to the kingdom
Lions Guarding castle walls,
hail the king of death

Then I lost it all
Dead and broken
My back's against the wall
Cut me open
I'm just trying to breathe
Just trying to figure it out
because i built these walls
to watch them crumbling down,
And said
Then I lost it all
and, Who can save me now?

I stood above, another war
another jewel upon the crown
I was the fear of man
But I was blind, I couldn't see
The world there right in front of me
But now I can

Can't you see that we all fall down sometimes?
oh ohh oh ohhhh
I believe that we all fall down sometimes

- Lost it all by Black Veil Brides

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Life for Marceline Cameron Fray was always, well, normal is how you could put it, I guess. Her life began in
Chicago, on November 1st. Marceline is currently 18, and living the life in New York City. Life was great, until
the great catastrophe. Since Markus Hoffsteter took over, and the people around her have perished, life for
Marceline has been very difficult. It literally changed her life, and her in general. Since the take over, Marceline
is trying her hardest to stay alive, and save the people who need to be saved. She is apart of the Outsiders, a
group who is destined to take down the New Order. Marceline is a girl who is more than happy to fight for what
is right, and never stop until the world does the right thing. Now, Marceline has long, medium colored, black
hair that goes to about her mid chest. Most of the time she wears it in a ponytail, or a messy bun. Marceline
was never the 'girly girl', she was always the one who wore jeans and wasn't afraid of getting her hands dirty
and breaking a nail. The girl prefers to be alone most of the time, now that is. Back when this take over
happening, she was a social butterfly. Marceline hates this "New Order" with a passion, but only she can help
herself make sure that she doesn't kill anyone in the process of trying to keep herself alive. Marceline is never
the girl to throw first punch, even though it seems like it, she won't hurt anyone unless they try to hurt her.
Marceline also has a crush on Rory, the leader.

[ i will be adding more to this, trust me. ]

[mikhailo]

The gates of heaven were locked shut,
the pits of hell, they were all filled up,
and I fear, we don't belong here, yeah.

They might call me a sinner.
A walking flame from the fire that burns.
Disappear, you don't belong here.

The church of F.E.A.R.
The church of failure.
The church of fools.
Call me a nothing.
Call me a something.
Treat me cruel.
Hey!
Woah-oh-oh!
Woah-oh-oh-oh!
We don't belong here, we don't belong!
Woah-oh-oh!
Woah-oh-oh-oh!
We don't belong here!

Jake Pitts is a twenty year old man who has been on the run since he was twelve. He is gay, and that means he's different. He's never been the same as other kids, accepting the laws as they were. He didn't think that he had to listen. He ran off purposely because of the coding. He didn't want to be labelled as just another number. Since he ran away, he's been jailed nine times, but managed to escape all nine, obviously. He never had the courage to start an uprising like this... But now the fire in his heart is burning too strong. Jake refuses to be controlled. He will not stand someone choosing anything for him. It's his life, not theirs. Because of being jailed and tortured so many times, he has many interesting ticks. His hands tremble. He has terrible nightmares, and sometimes panic attacks. There are three long, terrible scars across his face, and it came from jailing number eight. This makes him see what they do if you're against their beliefs, and it reminds him every day that he can't give up, he will fight to the death.

It's the anthem of the underground,
so get back up when they push you down.
We're singing,
Woah-oh-oh!
Woah-oh-oh-oh!
We don't belong here, we don't belong!

Can you hear the march of the rejects,
Line up the parade of the defects.
Can I hear, we don't belong here.
So rise from the darkness, eyes of the dismissed.
Hearts of the used.
Show me your worth, show me your cursed.
Tell me the truth.

Jake is very quiet. Not shy, just quiet. He doesn't trust any person around him except for maybe a few. He's been betrayed too much to see the world any differently. He often sees other people with devious intentions, and he doesn't like making too many friends, for fear of having his trust exploited or being hurt. Not just mentally, but physically. He does have a few friends. Or he views them as people to trust... That's the thing. Jake doesn't have any friends. He just trusts a select amount of people.. But they're not real friends. Because of these issues, it's caused him setbacks and also huge steps forward for the battle to end this controlling world. Not to mention, Jake is also extremely smart. His father worked in a close government job, and he knows a lot about what is happening. His father hasn't spoken to him in years, but he spoke a little too much when Jake was around, causing him to know a little bit more than the average person. Jake is second in command, and he is helping in any way he can, willing to give his life for this.

FORM: Property of Scare
FACE & NAME CLAIM: Jake Pitts

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maybe we're just having too much fun.
maybe you can't handle yourself,
staring at me with your lips and tongue.

i've been having this dream that we can fly,
so maybe if we never wake up, we can see the sky.

oh, alright.

please, don't take this out on me,
'cause you're the only thing that's keeping me alive.
and I don't wanna wait for the down-set date
'cause I would rather end it all tonight.
and if I mean anything to you,
i'm sorry, but I've made up my mind.

maybe we're just having too much fun.
maybe you can't handle yourself,
staring at me with your lips and tongue.

i've been having this dream that we can fly,
so darling, close your eyes.
'cause you're about to miss everything
about to miss everything

faceclaim; madison beer
form; froslass, me
images; rightful owners
song lyrics; bulls in the bronx by pierce the veil

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adeline lucille parks, better known as addie to her closer companions, is the medic of the group, and she nurtures all of the other outsiders and protects them with her life. she is eighteen years of age, though had just turned it. she's one of the younger ones of the group, though is mature beyond her age. she is female, though tends to act more male at times considering she doesn't care much about her looks nor herself. she's selfless, and cares for others rather than herself. she's been on the run since age thirteen, when she was told she was going to be paired up with someone she hated once she grew a little older. sure, it was a hasty and quite frankly idiotic decision at the time, fueled by her young rebellion, but now she's glad she's done so. she's a criminal, having murdered two people in her lifetime, but those memories haunt her mind. she was in jail once, but escaped with stealth, patience, and honed-in agility. she knows so much about medical procedures because of her mother, who worked as a doctor in the capital city. because of this, her family had been living there, and her lifespan is cut in half, but like she cares. she's too busy raising insanity wherever she goes.

addie looks the type of an innocent, sweet teenage girl, and she often uses that to her advantage. the others in the group may look a bit more menacing, but she doesn't mind them. her chocolate brown hair falls a little above mid-back, and she often keeps it up in a high ponytail or french braid, which she'd perfected after years of having to keep her hair back. she doesn't prefer braiding, though, as it takes too long. her eyes are an almost-opalescent shade of gray-blue, as they tend to change colors with light, varying from grayish in the bright light and blue in the darkness. sometimes they even appear brown or something similar to hazel, though she knows the set shade is deep gray-blue. her skin isn't pale, though it isn't tanned, either. it's more of a darker fair tone, really. weighing in at one hundred and twenty-seven pounds and standing at five feet, seven inches tall, she's more lithe and petite more than anything, though she has a decent set of muscles. she runs far too much for her own good, and aside from helping people out, it's her favorite thing to do. she is usually clad in a dark t-shirt, jeans, black combat boots, and a zip-up sweatshirt with a backpack containing all the things she needs to help fix up a wound or injury.

this brunette is full of spunk, independence, and rebellion. she can't be told what to do and is extremely stubborn with what she wants. she is extremely persistent, to the point of obnoxious annoyance. she's the cause of several quarrels, and though she yells at others a lot, if she is yelled at she'll become suddenly extremely emotional. with the loss of her father at a young age, she's still traumatized and tries to hide her emotions, though considering her father was a loud person and yelled at anyone in sight, it reminds her of her father, for some strange bipolar reason. she's learned to cope under stress, though has breakdowns at the worst of times. the only word to fully describe her is a mess, and the only times she takes something seriously is when she's completely and utterly involved in it, and ready to do whatever it takes for her group to stay alive and out of the captivity of the capital's prisons. she can be completely intimidating or an emotional mess, but it just depends on what the circumstances and consequences are. she's keen on keeping people healthy, too, and puts others before herself.

now onto family and relationships. she doesn't feel a love for anyone in the group in a romantic way, but feels extremely connected to each of them, and would be a sobbing mess if any of them were to be taken away. she depends on their company, and feels lonely and desperate without them. she feels a particular fondness towards jake, the second-in-command of their little group, but it isn't so much of a crush as it is a one-sided friendship. she looks out for him more than the others and aims to keep him safe because she knows she can trust him, though when he doesn't seem to act the same she doesn't seem disappointed. she keeps those feelings secret. she's pansexual, but not focused on romance at the time being. it's keeping their family of outsiders safe, and that's all that matters.

[peapcd]

{{ psh. They're all accepted. I'm thinking one more member before we start.

[spring.]

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I raise my flags,
don my clothes
It's a revolution,
I suppose
We'll paint it red
to fit right in
I'm breaking in, shaping up,
then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse

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| Name | "Hello, my name is Victoria Anastasia
Johnson. Would you like to know how to
pronounce anything?" She begins to
speak very slow as if speaking to a dumb
child. "Vic, with a hard 'c', tor, as
in minotaur, i, as in 'ee'
and a, as in 'ah'.
My middle name goes A as in 'ah'
na as in 'nah' stay, ia like 'shu' as in 'shut'.
I don't want to pronounce my last name for
you so figure it out.

| Nickname | "You will call me Victoria unless you have permission to call me otherwise. People who have permission to call me otherwise are, of course, the leader, his second in command, and a few other select people. You will know when you can call me otherwise."
| Age | "I am sixteen years of age, and currently the youngest. It is why I am considered the baby sister almost."
| Gender | "If you ask me again, I will kill you. I don't have patience for your stupid questions."
| Role | "I am nothing more than a member of this group. Now, if you'd like to treat me like I am lower than you, I will not hesitate to fight you."
| Affiliation | She is being very sarcastic here. "I'm totally pert of the New Order. Because I would love to lose my identity in this world. You believed that? Screw you and go away."
| Personality | sarcastic Victoria, if you couldn't already tell, is very sarcastic. She loves to come up with something witty to say, and loves to just be mean with her words. Some people have said that she would be deadly if words could kill. But that's the good thing about her. For the most part, she is all bark and no bite. Quite literally, all bark. She will be sarcastic until her wit's end.
mean Victoria seems to be very mean-spirited. She doesn't like others very much, due to her history with people. Her family and others were abusive, and so she started fighting back before she left. This made her turn into the cold-hearted person she comes off as today. Though, she isn't always so mean.
short-tempered Victoria has a very short temper that she has problems controlling. People will say the wrong thing at the wrong time and she will be threatening to fight them. She does not like having such a short temper, but she finds it comes in handy when dealing with the New Order patrols. They tend to leave her alone if they are alone because of how she is.

[peapcd]

>> @spring. of course!

once spring. is accepted we can start.

[.chamomile.]

Can I reserve a male member please?

[peapcd]

>> @ techno of course you can! take your time ^^

[.chamomile.]

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ｎａｍｅ ;; Tyler Biscus
ａｇｅ ;; Nineteen
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ;; Male
ｓｅｘｕａｌｉｔｙ ;; Bisexual
ｂｉｒｔｈｄａｙ ;; April 21st

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Tyler is a bad boy, and a bit of a goofball. He's a risk taker, and often gets into fights. Tyler isn't academically smart like some of his other friends, but he is street smart. He knows how to get out of trouble, fight well, and get his way. He's also a bit of a flirt, Tyler doesn't take peoples emotions and feelings seriously. He's a little cocky and arrogant, but never thinks that he's better than other people. Tyler can be a nuisance sometimes, and doesn't really know when to keep his mouth shut. He's funny, though most of his 'jokes' are really bad puns in disguise. He's also extremely trusting of others, and has often felt or been betrayed by others. For a guy who pretty much grew up on the streets, its curious as to why he's so trusting.

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Tyler grew up in the slums, since his family was poor. He didn't have very many things, and had a troubled childhood. He talked back and picked fights often, no matter where he was or who he was taking to. Tyler would often come back home with cuts and bruises all over, causing his mother to worry. He moved out when his mother died and his father moved to the Capitol, becoming one of those coded people with no real life. His father had tried to make Tyler come along with him, but he had fought back rather violently. Tyler ran away from everything that Hoffsteter had done, traveling into the harsh lands of Argon and scavenging through rusts. He found Rory's group about a year after leaving the city life, and decided that joining them was the only way for him to rebel against Hoffsteter.

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Tyler is six feet two inches. He's well muscled, but isn't bulky. He has wavy brown hair that ends just below his earlobe. He has a strong, square jaw and tanned skin. Tyler's eyes are blue, and he has several piercings. He has two piercings on each ear, one on the lobe and one on the cartilage, a small nose piercing, and a belly button piercing (that was the result of a bet). He has a small, delicate nose; from his mothers side. Tyler has long legs and arms, and some freckles across his cheeks and nose and arms from being out in the sun.