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Both accepted )

[Graveyard_Melodies]

𝒟𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾𝒸 𝐿𝑒𝓌𝒾𝓈

Also known as Dom or Nicci.

𝒷𝒶𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓈

Age; twenty one.
Gender; male.
Distinguishable features; Dominic often smells of burning wood;
and mostly wears dark colored clothing(with certain exceptions).

𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎

Dominic is an honest, straight-forward, blunt type of guy.
He can act very coy and flirty to those around him; and he keeps
a sort of 'tough guy' persona about him. If you manage to get behind
that persona, he can be quite generous and caring.

𝒟𝒾𝑔𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅𝑒𝓇

Orientation; Bi-sexual.
crush;open
partner; open
friends; open
rivals; open
kin; Antoinette Lewis(younger sister)
Why is he in Paris?; Unlike his sister, he came here to go sight-seeing and to get photographs for his blog.

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𝒜𝓃𝓉𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒 𝐿𝑒𝓌𝒾𝓈

Also known as Anny.

𝒷𝒶𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓈

Age; twenty.
Gender; female.
Distinguishable features; Anny often smells of honeydew or wild ferns

𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎

Anny is generally a sweetheart once you get to know her;
However, the harsh conditions of her past have hardened her personality.
This makes her come off as a rude and stern individual; she's also
quite paranoid and prefers not to be
seen by others unless she is close to them.

𝒟𝒾𝑔𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅𝑒𝓇

Orientation; Demisexual.
crush;open
partner; open
friends; open
rivals; open
kin; Dominic Lewis(Older brother)
Why is she in Paris?; That's simple; To study abroad, of course!

[jj735]

Awesome! They're both accepted!)

This RP is always open, so forms can still be submitted, I'm just going to start off with a post )

[carotid]

xxxxxxx
full name→ magnolia ideus - goes by maggie
date of birth→ june 2nd, 1997 (twenty-two)
place of birth→ orange, new south wales, australia
gender→ cis female [she/her]
s.o./sexuality→ bisexual, no preference
job→ fashion designer; owns a small bridal shop tucked away down an alley. it's bare bones, consisting
only of her romantic, flowy styles, but it pays the bills. the instagram page she runs for her boutique is
starting to gain traction, though she's only up to ten thousand followers. it's still not very known in paris.
hobbies→ sketching, writing poetry, going out for coffee, roller skating, window shopping, and managing
her shop's social media
likes→ lattes with extra whip cream, woolen socks, stray cats (which she avidly feeds and tries to be-
friend), experimenting with makeup but ultimately wiping it all off, rainy days, wine, floral scents
dislikes→ loud sounds & music, bitter flavors, red meat, uptight people, anyone who takes life too seriously
+ traits→ whimsical, creative, open-minded, ambiverted, always there for her friends, has a true zest for life
- traits→ absent-minded, somewhat naive, impatient, impulsive, can come off as uncaring

magnolia moved to paris on a whim, much like she makes most of her other decisions. she can't be held down
in one place for too long before her bones scream at her to go experience new things and places. she partially
moved to paris to pursue the fashion industry, knowing that paris is one of the world's biggest meccas for
fashion. she has had humble beginnings, with a middle-class family who couldn't afford to send her off with
a big hurrah or send her a big check to start her business, so she's trying to make it big in the same humble
way she started with. she was always told that she belonged somewhere that was romantic as she made
the world seem.

[carotid]

xxxxxxx
full name→ lennon jeong
date of birth→ august 30th, 1998 (twenty-one)
place of birth→ los angeles, california, united states
gender→ cis male [he/him]
s.o./sexuality→ homosexual, somewhat in denial about it
job→ an artist, specifically a painter. he went to school in california for art, attempted to perfect his
gesso texturing techniques, and disappointed his immigrant parents all the while. but hey- someone in
paris bought one of his paintings, so that means he made it... right?
hobbies→ painting, taking lots of naps, never really leaving his loft apartment, taking himself on pic-
nics in parks, going thrifting to replace all of his paint-stained clothes
likes→ solitude, classical music, watching the sun rise and set, music that brings feelings of nostalgia,
romantic novels and movies (though he'd never admit it), collecting as many colors of paint as possible
dislikes→ people people people, crowds, his perfectionism, sweet scents and flavors, getting lost in
his own thoughts, compliments, whenever he looks at his paintings for too long and they start looking terrible
+ traits→ has a unique sense of humor, humble, inquisitive, picks up on other's emotions easily
- traits→ callous, not very conversational, lazy, a perfectionist, somewhat of a hermit

lennon's parents were already fed up with him when he decided to pursue his dreams of becoming a painter,
and even though he's quite deep in debt- he paid for his own college, after all- he decided to pack everything
into a couple of suitcases and straight up go to paris after an anonymous parisian buyer bought one of his
self portraits. might as well go big or go home, right? he's currently fleeing all of his burdensome emotions
and every bad thought that brings him down and is holing himself in his loft for the majority of his time so
he can focus on his career. but there's netflix, and there's good coffee, and there's plenty of other things
to do that are distracting him... he needs somewhat of a muse.

[jj735]

Accepted x )

[jj735]

Darcy Olsen|female|22|heterosexual|tag(s): open|

I

Spring was her favourite season.
Summer was too hot, the winter in France not cold enough for her, and Autumn... it was all bare, although it made great inspiration for designing, especially her long, flowing dresses which she never got around to making. Spring was the most wonderful season of all.
"Bonjour, Monsieur Colbert! Avez-vous d'autres papiers à signer?" *
Darcy found herself speaking more fluently in the lingo each day - she felt she was becoming quite the French girl.
"Madame Degarmo, je suis ravi de vous revoir. Comment se sent ta gorge?" **
Irénée Degarmo had been poorly with whooping cough, quite serious for a woman her age.
Darcy had planned to drop by Mrs Degarmo's house with a little basket of biscuits she had bought, just that morning, at the market.
Since Irénée was walking about again, and looking quite healthy, Darcy decided to keep the biscuits for herself.
She hoped it wasn't bad karma, although she didn't really believe in karma, anyway.

II

Every day since Darcy had wound up in France, due to a whirlwind of events regarding a textiles scholarship, she had been trying ever so hard to fit in.
It was a very different lifestyle,to what she was used to, what with the streets being so crowded, yet everyone still somehow knew eachother and could spot a tourist from a mile away.
Luckily, Darcy had been learning French for a good few years before the move, so communication wasn't an issue.
It was the way the French lived that puzzled her the most.
Their way of greeting one another, a kiss on the cheek - it would be absurd in Norway. Do not stand close to a Norwegian, back slap or put your arm around anyone; those were the rules.
How could two places be so different? Their diet consisted of small, constant meals, little and often.
The food was sweet, even when it was savoury, a real French wonder, a delicacy.

III
Darcy could almost taste the same pain aux raisin she had enjoyed at breakfast. She hoped that, alike to the taste, the delight the memory brought her would linger in her soul throughout the day.

(*- Darcy said to the man, "Hello, Mr Colbert! Do you have other papers to sign?", referring to a previous event involving the two.
**- she told Mrs Degarmo; "Mrs Demargo, it's nice to see you again. How does your throat feel?", expressing concern around Irénée's recent infection with whooping cough)

[Spiritstar3]

Jesica Roberts- f- 25- pan- tags: open

The animal loving redhead hummed as she stood in the nice spring air, smiling at the sweet Golden retriever by her side. The Ohio born and bred girl didn’t own the dog, no, she belonged to a native of France. Well, thankfully the man knew English, which really made everything easier for her. Anyhow, the American dog trainer smiled sweetly at the dog, telling her “Come along,” and heading back for the owner, Monsieur Marchand, who happened to be a merchant actually.

William T Speare- m- 18 or 19- bi, guys more- tags: open

The British born college student hummed as he sat in a park. He smiled at a young woman standing with a dog. He then himself gave a humanoid purr, enjoying the springtime air. He hummed as he sat under a tree, painting a portrait of the surrounding scenery.

(Tbh, I only took basic French. And bc I never used it after graduating...I kind of forgot a lot of it)

[jj735]

(meh, I just used it because I still remembered a bit, but the words forgot, I just searched up XD )
(...and that's a lot of words- my college stopped teaching French this year, not that it matters, since we're taking online classes anyways, so duo-lingo is my mate XD)

[Consulting_Angel]

Kendall Howard|Nonbinary|22|bisexual|tag(s): Open

Kendall always got up early, finding it the best way to make sure they made use of the full day. After all, they couldn't write if they didn't have inspiration, and they wouldn't get inspiration unless they were out and about. At least, that was how things worked for them, anyway. They were already ready to go out - it didn't take them too long, just a quick shower, drying off, carefully drying their hair, and then getting dressed. They figured that they could go and find some hidden cafe to get breakfast, often preferring to eat at the hidden gems within the city. Paris was certainly large enough for there to be so many, Kendall was certain that there were plenty that they hadn't discovered yet.

Pulling a denim jacket over their shirt, and putting on a pair of comfortable, casual walking boots, Kendall was pretty much ready to leave. First, they checked their bag - a messenger-style bag - for their phone, a portable charger with a charging cable, wallet, and a notebook and pen. Then, they picked up their keys from the counter, and left the apartment, locking the door behind them, and then leaving the building.

Outside, Kendall started to walk. They didn't really know where they were going... well, aside from being away from the main touristy places. As such, it wasn't until they'd been walking for about twenty minutes before they'd found a cafe that they hadn't been before. Pushing the door open, Kendall greeted the worker behind the counter, and took a few moments to check out the menu.


Merrick Pearce|Transmale|20|bisexual|tag(s): Open

Merrick sat quietly by the lake of the park he was in - the beautiful Parc des Buttes-Chaumont. It was large, and he knew there were definitely larger parks in the city, but this was probably his favourite. The lake... the waterfalls... the architecture around the park. It was just the kind of place that he could imagine working on a new piece of choreography or something. Not that he'd do that much, the ground wouldn't be quite suitable for ballet. Perhaps if he did some contemporary work... he quietly brushed the thought off. He constantly thought about working on his dance, even on the days he didn't have classes. But, he also felt that he always had to be dedicated, and work hard until his dancing was up to his own standards.

It still felt like he was in a dream, really. He still couldn't quite believe that he'd managed to get into the ballet school. He really hoped it was for his own talents and skills, and his proven dedication and abilities, rather than for the 'diversity points'. Last year, he'd played the role of the Prince in the classic ballet of Swan Lake, which he'd thoroughly enjoyed. It'd been an intensive four weeks of performances, and most of them were sold out.

Anyway... Merrick stretched his arms out, then stood up carefully, holding a fair bit of grace as he did so. Then, he started to walk, just wandering around the park. He didn't really have anywhere particular in mind, but he hoped it'd let him just relax... at least, in the way that he liked to relax.