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Okay, maybe you're not the biggest Chinese history buff, so I'll throw you some facts. Daoism is a philosophy founded, allegedly, by Laozi, an ancient Chinese philosopher in 550 B.C.E. Basically the idea of it was go with the flow. A pretty chill sect of values. You know, don't do harm to others, love mother nature, don't interfere with the ways of the world....peaceful, good old-fashioned perspectives, like that. And, though there are Daoists in the world today, the one's I'm talking about are much more...free spirited. To say the least. I'll give you a hint: They like tie-dye, and a favorite past time is hugging trees. Guessed yet? No? Well, I guess I have to spell it out for you.
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You might ask yourself, "are you kidding, misc? Hippies?! That's what this big old dramatic role play's about...? A bunch of crazies dancing around at midnight and singing campfire songs?" Heck yes it is, is my answer. Come on, be honest; haven't you ever wanted to run around in a field or forest, hugging tree's and loving life? Wear long flowing skirts and funky glasses? Be one with nature, get out of touch with society...just...live? I know I have. So here it is, this is my (and your's) outlet for the inner hippie. Let's get to it!

☼ Ƨɛттιиɢ ☼
Well, at first you can be wherever you life (I don't think there's a big neighborhood somewhere where all the hippies in real life congregate...if there is, I need to get myself a plot!), and then you decide to take a road trip. Maybe you go with a couple other galls and guys, but the destination is where the main roleplaying will take place: On a large hill near a river and glade, where a festival has been set up. You bring a tent or a car, and your goal is to live there for a couple months, take a break from society and The Man. Y'all know what I'm talking about.

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Let's not act so innocent. We all know the rules for these role plays.
First off,Keep it all PG-13. If there's romance (undoubtably!), and you want to take it farther than a kiss...just...don't. I don't even want to hear you say you want to take it to PM's. Er--that's really gross. Think about that.
Secondly, I'll list all the normal ones: No power-playing, god-modding, mary/gary-suing (That drives me up the wall) in this role play.
Third, For every guy you make, create a girl. And vice versa. I just don't want the gender inequality getting out of hand.
Fourth, alright, this is an interesting subject to broach. In real life, hippies, as a general group of people (I would know, I've got plenty of friends that have delved into that life style), smoke and drink certain substances that shall remain nameless. We don't do that here. As far as CS rules go, I think it's alright to smoke a cigarette, so if you want, go right ahead. I'm sure if it's not aloud a moderator will hunt us down sooner or later to rebuke us on it. But besides that, no other substances. And if your character is drinking something besides water or apple juice, go ahead and remain vague. As long as nothing solid appears, I'm cool with turning a blind eye. (Oh man, how ironic...a conspiracy on a hippie role play. e.o)
Fifth--Semi-literate. Seriously guys. That means like, five or six lines per post. Per character. Also, be active, for goodness sakes. I don't know if any RP, let alone this one, can last with members that only clock in once a month. :/
Sixth: I'll keep you guys updated if I need to add anything. Oh! By the way, just so you guys know, in advance, if you do crazy crap here or act immature and stupid, or just plain obnoxious; it's three strikes you're out. I think that's pretty fair.

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Feel free to make some yourself... <3

Peace out and stay funky ☮

[111misc]

<3
☀ ωнιииʏ ☀

Ʋƨɛяиαмɛ: 111misc

Иαмɛ: Winter (Whinny) Duke

Δɢɛ: nineteen

Ǥɛи∂ɛя: female

Ɔℓσтнιиɢ Ƨтʏℓɛ: Bohemian, obviously. e.g.☼ lot's of open backed shirts (☼☼) and long, flowing skirts: ☼☼☼ and feathers--be it earrings, or in her hair, or other types of jewelry. ☼

Ғαмιℓʏ/βαcκяσʋи∂: Whinny comes from a family of hippies. Really she was raised one. She lived in a trailer park as a child with her two sisters (Summer and Autumn) and parents (Kim and Paul), and moved around a lot.

Ħιƨтσяʏ: Because they were always moving from place to place, Whinny never got the chance to develop any close relationships outside her family. As a result, her two sisters, Autumn and Summer, became her best friends. They would explore together and play together, get in trouble together and get out of it together. All three were home schooled, so today Whinny's still a little reserved around crowds. She's just never been very used to them, besides a couple of times a year when her family would arrive at a music festival or carnival or something like that, where she would be around crowds for short periods of time.
From the day she was born, Winter was following in her parents footsteps. That is to say, a rebel, a hippie. From what she's learned about the world, Whinny hates it; the way it works, how people are the predators and the earth their prey. She's always known this was who she was, the crazy hippie-chick who was trying to make the world a better place, one cause at a time. Today, she has no regrets. Except maybe for the life she might have led. Her life wasn't all a walk through the roses, you know. Sometimes, when she's in crowds, she feels a bit overwhelmed, and bitter, for who she is. She's socially awkward around groups, and there's so much in her life she's never tried; riding a horse, playing the guitar, learning sign language--it all seems like an adventure to Whinny, and she can't wait to try it all.

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ: Whinny's interesting; aloof, almost. She's always held back, never gave herself away completely. Sometimes she feels trapped; like a bird in a cage, but the words never come out. She's kind, in a quiet, resiliant way. But she's hard, too. Whinny's not the girl to try and push around. She learned how to stand up for herself because no one else was there to do it, and she won't let herself get into that position again. And you're not going to know what I'm talking about because she'd never tell you unless she trusted you with her life, and maybe not even then. Winter's strong, like I said, but stubborn and proud, too. Her head stays tall, always. She holds grudges easily and for long periods of time, but if there was one word that summed up Whinny, it might very well be contrary. She's always going her own way. Never really a follower, but not really a leader, either; she's a lone wolf, in a sense. Loneliness, though, is not something she's immune too. Often you can find her going out, at midnight, during the full moon, just to run around the hills and go swimming int the rivers and climbing trees like crazy wild children. She can laugh at nothing, get drunk off life, if you give her enough reason too. She loves living, Whinny; dying it her greatest fear. But sometimes it hurts to live alone.Because all this strength, even if she doesn't know it, she uses it to push people away.

Ƥнʏƨιcαℓ Ǫʋαℓιтιɛƨ: Winter's a beautiful girl, in her own gaunt, haunting way. She's pale, with skin of ivory, and dark hair that's thick and wavy, to the middle of her back. It's a dark brown, like wet earth or wood. High cheekbones and slightly hollow cheeks, large lips, small nose, and eyes of solid ice, Winter can look as cold and forlorn as her name. She's tall, at 5'11, and I'm not telling you what she weighs, because I doubt she'd want me to. You never tell anyone a woman's weight, you know.
With long arms, legs, and neck, she's a pale, thin girl with knotted dark hair and piercing eyes, to sum it up. She's actually pretty striking, but in a sad way. When you see her, you don't think, "wow, she's beautiful," or, "Gee! I wanna tap that!" but you can sort of have an appreciation for her, like you do a work of art that makes you think. Makes you say, "lovely," but in a thoughtful, interesting way. As if the painting were sad, or eye opening. That's the way Winter is: she's different, she's individual.
Ғαʌσяιтɛ Ǫʋσтɛ: "I think, therefore I am." -Descartes

Ғαʌσяιтɛ Ƨσиɢ: Penny to My Name by Eva Cassidy

Ғαʌσяιтɛ Ѧɛмσяʏ: Her and Autumn and Summer together, when they ran away for a day, into the forest. It's a memory of them laying next to one another, in the sunshine, in a small clearing in between trees, on the grass. They were laughing, and warm, and happy. Their father was gone, and memories of what he had done to them had faded. It was one of the happiest moments of Winter's life. Pure bliss.

Ɯнαт ∂σ Ƭнɛʏ Ħαтɛ?: Society; government, all that hippie goodness. but more personally, cheaters. Her father cheated on her mother when she was ten. It ruined their family. She hates them.

Ɯσяƨт Ѧɛмσяʏ: Watching her father walk out, and never come back. It was through the window at twilight. Her sisters were sleeping, and her mom was out in the dark crying and screaming. It makes her sniffle even today.

Ɯσяƨт Ғɛαя: Maybe dying, but also ending up like her mom; a washed up old hippie with no one to care about her, weather she lives or dies.

Ѳтнɛя: Maybe I'll add something later on...

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W.I.P.

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☀ >What do people call you? Put it here!< ☀

Ʋƨɛяиαмɛ:

Иαмɛ:

Δɢɛ: {from late teens to early twenties, I would advise}

Ǥɛи∂ɛя:

Ɔℓσтнιиɢ Ƨтʏℓɛ:

Ғαмιℓʏ/βαcκяσʋи∂:

Ħιƨтσяʏ:

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:

Ƥнʏƨιcαℓ Ǫʋαℓιтιɛƨ:

Ғαʌσяιтɛ Ǫʋσтɛ:

Ғαʌσяιтɛ Ƨσиɢ:

Ғαʌσяιтɛ Ѧɛмσяʏ:

Ɯнαт ∂σ Ƭнɛʏ Ħαтɛ?:

Ɯσяƨт Ѧɛмσяʏ:

Ɯσяƨт Ғɛαя:

Ѳтнɛя:

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[RYCBAR123]

Kisses to the Sun
Sun Dance
Posing with Posies
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Ʋƨɛяиαмɛ: MyLifeAsChloe

Иαмɛ: Solarity (Sunny) Brown

Δɢɛ: 19

Ǥɛи∂ɛя: Female

Ɔℓσтнιиɢ Ƨтʏℓɛ: She was taught that her body is beautiful. She tends to let her long brown hair cover her chest while she only wears a long skirt and sandals. When she feels a bit more conservative she slips into a sleek maxi dress. She keeps the rest very simple with little to no jewelry.

Ғαмιℓʏ/βαcκяσʋи∂: She was born to a free-spirited family. She was an only child of two artists. She took on the the path of life of the hippies. She was born to be free and free she will be. Mother (Kapri) Father (Ezra)

Ħιƨтσяʏ: Nineteen years ago-- on June 12 --it was terribly cloudy without much sunlight leaking through. A young artistic couple had gone into labor. A few hours later a baby girl was born and the brilliant sun came out from behind the clouds to greet the newborn. She was given the name Solarity after Sol our sun. She was raised to be free and do what her dear heart desired. She was taught how to love all creatures and to love herself. Never had she wanted to change a thing about herself because she was taught that her body is beautiful. Her family practiced the ways of nudist. They went nude around their house and land and wore few clothes everywhere else.

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ: Solarity is a free-spirited girl who loves everything natural. After having said that she has a strong love of the sun of which she was named for. She is passionate for the causes she believes in and will do anything to help. She has no room for sadness

Ƥнʏƨιcαℓ Ǫʋαℓιтιɛƨ:

Ғαʌσяιтɛ Ǫʋσтɛ:

Ғαʌσяιтɛ Ƨσиɢ:

Ғαʌσяιтɛ Ѧɛмσяʏ: Her favorite

Ɯнαт ∂σ Ƭнɛʏ Ħαтɛ?: She hates factories because they kill nature.

Ɯσяƨт Ѧɛмσяʏ: She remembers the day her mother had a miscarriage and fell into depression. Kapri, her mother, found comfort in drugs and soon after committed suicide and Solarity found her dead. Her father went into shock after losing his only love and OD'ed.

Ɯσяƨт Ғɛαя: She fears that oneday her grandchildren will not know of natural beauty and of peace. She fears war and factories will overcome all she has ever known.

Ѳтнɛя:

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[111misc]

{Sure ^^}

[LaMariposayLaOruga]

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☀ Forest ☀

Ʋƨɛяиαмɛ:
Vampirate2135
Иαмɛ:
Jack Forest Nicholas
Δɢɛ:
21
Ǥɛи∂ɛя:
Male
Ɔℓσтнιиɢ Ƨтʏℓɛ:
Nothin' too flashy or special, he's only interested in modest clothing. Cut-off shirts and buttoned sleeved shirts are the word, and plain jeans or shorts with black sneakers. You will most likely see his hair spiked back, and at times, he wears dark shades.
Ғαмιℓʏ/βαcκяσʋи∂:
Forest's father is a junkie who isn't around all that much, his sister is a prostitute, and his mother died of cancer a long ago when he was about 3 years old. Currently, since Forest has no job, he is forced to bunk at his friend's house.
Ħιƨтσяʏ:
WIP
Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:
Forest is often teased for his resemblance to the character 'Forest Gump', not that he looked similar, but that everything else was.
He has always had a slight accent to his speech and his grammar ain't so good either. But he holds strong, like his momma always used to say to him,"Hope is the train without gas, carrying us to our unknown goal's in life, Forest." The sound of his mother's voice always puts a cheer to everything. Because she was right: Hope was all he got. So he intended to use it well. Just because he has problems speaking properly, doesn't mean he doesn't excel in other areas. Forest is known for his spider-like fingers that can play any tune you request at the first listen of a tune. Most hippies are talented guitarists, but since Forest is left-handed, it makes it harder for him to play.
Ƥнʏƨιcαℓ Ǫʋαℓιтιɛƨ:
Jack is tall, dark and handsome? Not quite. He's 6'2, which is pretty average for his age, so most wouldn't exactly have to look up to the sky to get a glimpse of his face. Jack has light-ish brown hair, thats a big shaggy on a bad day; which, by the way, looks absolutely appalling on a bad hair day. To add to his low self-esteem, he has more of a bad boy look to him. Which isn't attracted by most women, atleast, he doesn't think so. Forest's dark eyebrows highlight his bright eyes in a mysterious kind of stare. But most don't marvel at these unusual features, they rather look away and pretend he's not there.
But one small detail is most seen out of all: his dot of a mole on his upper lip. Jack's mother claims its only a 'beauty' mark, but he knows better then to believe such foolish things. Although his thick, heavy guarded biceps and triceps make up for his tragic facial features. Forest has scored many dates by impressing his physical stature to them.
Ғαʌσяιтɛ Ǫʋσтɛ:
"You must be the change you wish to see in the world."- Ghandi
Ғαʌσяιтɛ Ƨσиɢ:
Viva La Vida-Coldplay
Ғαʌσяιтɛ Ѧɛмσяʏ:
Forest remembers when his mother was still alive, she used to sing Beatle lullabies to him till he rocked to sleep.
Ɯнαт ∂σ Ƭнɛʏ Ħαтɛ?:
"Cold irony, broken hearts, unhappy endings, and wishes that don't come true."
Ɯσяƨт Ѧɛмσяʏ:
The day his father came back drunk and abused his sister and him. This happened repeatedly although there was a specific time that Forest hated the most.
Ɯσяƨт Ғɛαя:
Fire. It reminds him of the fiery rage his father posesses when he is wasted and drunk.
Ѳтнɛя:

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Joininggg.

[111misc]

{No, I'm sorry to those who wanted to join, but I decided this isn't a good idea. Sorry again.}

[LaMariposayLaOruga]

{Darn. I had been looking forward to it.}