Ж Тнє Gαмє оḟ Ḷїḟє ЯР Ж {OPEN}

[✖Owl Eyes✖]

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"The Game of Life.." The girl whispers in your ear, causing you to jump in your tight bindings against the chair. "Wanna play?.."
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Since the year 2012, scientists have been trying to create a Utopia, a perfect world for people to live. How they planned on doing that?

First of all, create a board game similar to The Game of Life, and make it so there are no 'bad events', such as losing your job, or having a tornado come through, or car crash.
Second of all, figure out how to make people small enought to fit on the board game itself.
It was a secret government plan to save the world from its end, and to stop any fighting amongst the different races and countries. They simply had it named, 'The Life Plan'. Anyone who was rich enough got the first choice on what and how the miniature world would look and act, such as the weather, the garbage disposal, and every small detail.
So, after seventy grueling years of funding commercials, failed plans and hopeless ideas, the board itself was finally made.
Made up of ten different squares, each somewhat 'Earth colored', and seemingly tiny, the board looked like it would fit nothing but dust and bugs.
But then the human testing started.
Ten people were taken from their homes, their jobs and families, and were put through torturous and horrific tests to try and figure out how to make people born smaller, shrink, and still live.
None survived.
Another hundred years passed, four million people dead, and one hundred million tests later, scientests finally managed it. People were able to be shrunk down to microscopic size, and shipped over to the board. There, they searched around the land and built houses, quickly working on magnificent cities with unimaginable robots to clean, cook, and do every household task.
Utopia was finally created. Years no longer were '2012', they were 'X1' and up. That was what you were born into, and what your age started as. X1.
And everything was perfect. Fitting the whole world's population onto the board, with three squares of spare space. Well, unless you wanted to visit relatives on another square. It took five years to go from square to square, so traveling was rare.
People grew lazy and ignorant, letting the robots handle everything from walking the dogs, to cleaning, to even paying the bills.
And for another two hundred Earth years, the people would live that way day in, day out. Each generation growing lazier and lazier, untill hover cars were invented and people had to move around that way. No one truly aged corrrectly, if you were born on Earth in 2001, you would age until roughly your 'teenage' years, and then slow drastically.

And still, no one cared, no one fought, and no poverty existed. No war, no crime, no deaths, no attention.

Until people started to show up, torn to ribbons with their blood splattered like rose petals on the spotless ground.

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"So, you going to play or not?.. You don't have time.." The girl whispers once again in a sing-song voice. You shake your head in a frenzied panic, and sharp pain erupts from behind your eyes. Your world goes black, but before you die, you hear her whisper once again. "You lose.."
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[✖Owl Eyes✖]

Life styles usually are pretty boring. You wake up, eat, and wander around your city, hanging with friends. You then head home at whatever time, eat, and go to bed. Repeat. Well, unless there are killings. Then you are supposed to stick with a group of three at least, and watch your back for every 'strange' movement. People become snappy and tense, like coiled springs, and often small and rather pointless arguments break out.

You were born into Utopia. Your birth date is rather strange and confusing at first, but quickly becomes a plain detail, almost like seeing the same thing over and over again.

X14- 14 years old
X15- 15 years old
X16- 16 years old
X17- 17 years old
X18- 18 years old
X19- 19 years old

[✖Owl Eyes✖]

The Dark & Dangerous Rules
♪ No fighting OOC. We really don't need it, I mean.. Sheesh.
♪ No being boyfriend-girlfriend with your own characters. It gets really, really boring.
♪ You must be in a relationship to be pregnant. Seriously, I mean it.
♪ I would like this to be a semi-lit RP, so at least 5 sentences. No three word posts like 'i sat down'. Proper grammer and spelling, too. Its RP, please. DETAILS!
♪ Please don't use Chatspeak. I dont need, 'timothyyy walked too lilley and sat he looked at her and grinned heeeeyyy'. NO. WAY.
♪ Follow Tess' rules, of course. They're there for a reason!
♪ No one-liners. Things get boring and die off that way.
♪ No god-modding or powerplaying. Get it? Got it? Good.
♪ You must, must be accepted before you can roleplay!
♪ Please PM me if you are not going to be on for more than one week, or else I will kick you off. No joke.

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[size=150][color=#008080]✖The Basic Stuff✖[/color][/size]
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Full Name✖
Nicknames✖
Age✖ (REMEMBER X__!!)
Gender✖
Orientation✖

[size=150]✖Details, Please✖[/size]
General Looks✖ (Description)
Height✖
Weight✖
Eyes✖
Hair✖
Scars-Tattoos-Piercings✖

[size=150]✖Personal Digging✖[/size]
Personality✖ (MUST fill in at least 5 sentences.)
History✖(Must be at least 5 sentences.)
Phobias✖ (At least 1.)
Parents✖ (Full names.)
Siblings✖
Relationship Status✖
Crush✖
Relationship✖

[size=150]✖Anything Else?✖[/size]
Fun Fact✖ (Put something(s) that no one knows about your character)
Other✖[/color][/center]

[✖Owl Eyes✖]

Ж The Pretty Ladies Ж


Ж Rabella Con Emma Stone


Ж Vive Skylark Tyler


Ж Open

Ж The Handsome Gentlemen Ж


Ж Breccan Tobias Foster


Ж Open


Ж Open

[✖Owl Eyes✖]

✖The Basic Stuff✖

Full Name✖
Rabella Con Emma Stone
Nicknames✖
Ray, RaRa, Emma, Mems, Memmers, Stone.
Age✖
X17 (17 Years old)
Gender✖
Female
Orientation✖
Bicurious

✖Details, Please✖
General Looks✖
Rabella is a surprisingly short girl, standing around 5'1" with fair ivory skin. She has wavy white hair and curious hazel eyes.
Height✖
5'1"
Weight✖
103 pounds, a tad bit too thin for her age and height.
Eyes✖
Hazel
Hair✖
A strange color of pure white, rather wavy and short.
Scars-Tattoos-Piercings✖
'True' is tattooed on her left wrist, and 'Story' is on her right. Both in black cursive lettering.

✖Personal Digging✖
Personality✖
Rabella is a rather stubborn, bull-headed girl. Despite looking like an innocent angel, she enjoys stirring up trouble and only listens to those really, really important to her. She often will backtalk anyone near her, most often for the fun of it, but deep, deep, very deep down, is actually sweet and kind. Sometimes Rabella will wander off, and attempt to find who she really is. Despite only being 17 years old, she can be rather childish at times, and lately has become extremely distant. Sometimes Rabella will also act much older than she seems, which causes some people to wonder if she is Bipolar.
History✖
Rabella lived a strange life, for the greater part. Abandoned at birth, she was given and raised by a family with traits similar to hers. She grew up in blissful ignorance, until just her name was used over a call from a foster care facility. She walked out of the house at the tender age of nine, dimly hearing her 'parents' calling her name. She came back a week later, and was almost instantly sent to an asylum after babbling nonsense for a solid hour in school. Since then, she has become distant from anyone resembling her 'family', and was shrunk and sent to the new Utopia.
Phobias✖
Achluophobia- Fear of darkness
Agliophobia- Fear of pain
Androphobia- Fear of men
Anuptaphobia- Fear of staying single
Parents✖
Her real mother's name was Georgia Stone.
Her real father's name was Trevor Stone.
Siblings✖
None.
Relationship Status✖
Single.
Crush✖
None currently.
Relationship✖
None.

✖Anything Else?✖
Fun Fact✖
Rabella is a vegetarian.
Other✖
None.

[coriander.]

Breccan Foster

"i never think about the problems i cause
i'm contemplating your security flaws
i never think about the consequences of my actions
we leave a mark on everything that we touch
we violated international law
we really care about the time that you've lost
or the lines that we've crossed
we're watching you watching us
would you do it if you knew we were watching
would you do it if you knew that we were watching you
i don't think you know what's up
we're watching you
we're watching you watching us"


✖The Basic Stuff✖
Full Name✖
Breccan Tobias Foster
Nicknames✖
Breccan or Foster--the latter is more present among his friends.
Age✖
X17
Gender✖
Male
Orientation✖
Straight / heterosexual.

✖Details, Please✖
General Looks✖
Breccan's most prominent feature is his lingering, sly smile. His eyes are an eerie grey that distinctly resemble Ian Somerhalder's. A smattering of deep black hair covers his head, flying in any which direction it chooses. He stands at about 6'1" and is very lean and muscular, due to the amount of soccer he plays.
Height✖
6'1", and very svelte.
Weight✖
Breccan weighs about 146 pounds, on the lower side of healthy for his height.
Eyes✖
An extremely pale grey, often considered disturbing or unsettling.
Hair✖
Dark and unruly--it likes to stick up randomly and Breccan doesn't fight it.
Scars-Tattoos-Piercings✖
He has a light scar on his right cheek that is barely visible at this stage of healing. His hands are scarred from a car accident he was in when he was little--not much else, however.

✖Personal Digging✖
Personality✖
Breccan will not lie, but he will give you the horrible truth. He is a very crude person, and sarcasm leaks into the majority of his words whether he intends it or not. There is a history of mental disorders in his family, namely histrionic personality disorder, narcissistic personality disorder, and psychosis, all of which his mother was very worried he had. However, Breccan is just a naturally narcissistic person, with abstract ways of thinking. Although he does not try to be, Breccan is a strongly flirtatious type of guy and tends to be a little charming. His father made him into a gentleman, and he's always been a generally nice guy, although with a slightly flippant angry side.
History✖
Breccan had a warm beginning to his life--he was the firstborn son of Jacob and Amanda Foster, twenty-four and twenty years of age respectively. They loved him him all of their hearts and he seemed to flourish in his first years of life. Their small apartment was a cozy home, and they were happy.
However, after a year, Amanda began to wish for something more. Breccan is still not sure of this day why his parents divorced, seeing as his mother never told him and he'd felt it too disrespectful to ask his father. His parents got joint custody of him, although he definitely preferred his father, even at the age of just a year. It wasn't until Breccan was over two years old that his mother told him that she'd be marrying another man--Anthony Mariway--of course, he didn't grasp the concept at the time. "I'm getting a new daddy," he told his father, thinking that that was what was actually going on. Jacob was hurt by this, thinking Breccan's mother told him such, and ceased contact with Amanda other than to schedule when Breccan would visit. Soon after this, they two moved into Anthony's large 5-bedroom house, passed down through his family.
It was not long before Breccan learned from his mother that he'd be having a new sibling. At the age of three, he was very excited to have someone new to play with. However, when Hanna was born, he was not as pleased as he would have been with a brother. Just his luck, his mother had another child of the name Phoenix, this time a boy. Ironically, Breccan was four years old at that point, and found babies boring.
It was not long before his childish naivety wore off, and he began to take on a new personality--that of sarcasm and complete honesty. He started to tell the whole truth, no matter how much it hurt. This trait caused his parents much grief, but they appreciated that Breccan was not a liar.
Years passed uneventfully as Breccan passed between living with Amanda and Jacob. His mother never did marry the man, as she was one that never seemed to finish her plans.
When Breccan was sixteen, the event that changed Breccan's outlook on life forever occurred. His father was caught in a fire at work, caused by an electrical failure in the walls. He helped several people out of the building, but kept going back for more instead of fleeing to safety. A firefighter found him, deliriously wandering the third floor, and pulled the reluctant man from the building to a rescue team. The first person he told the rescue team to call was Breccan, who was notified immediately. Breccan bolted with urgency from his class, ignoring the teacher, and drove as fast as he could to the hospital. In his haste, he got in a crash of his own and was injured severely. It wasn't until he woke up from surgery six hours later that he discovered his father was in critical condition and was most likely not going to make it through the night.
Breccan took the first opportunity that he was given to escape from his room and find his father. Although his father was unconscious and could not hear him, the heavily medicated boy held his hand and whispered their happiest memories into his father's ear until he died from smoke inhalation and severe burns. Once he was found, no one had the heart to scold him.
As a result of his car accident, Breccan had several broken ribs, a broken right arm, and had surgery on his hands, which were broken practically to bits. He has surgical scars covering both sides them, as well as one on his cheek, and they are a constant reminder of his father. However, he scarcely lets this bother him--he uses his father as an inspiration to lead a good, successful life.
He permanently lives with his mother and siblings at Anthony's house, and just kind of takes life as it comes. He's not exactly happy with life, but finds it a puzzle waiting to be solved.
Phobias✖
Dehonestaphobia - fear of lies - more of a hatred of lies and liars than a fear.
Ankylophobia- fear of immobility of a joint - he plays sports adamantly.
Arsonphobia- fear of fire - more of a fearful fascination.
Parents✖
Jacob Michael Foster - 41 - deceased
Amanda Lynn Mariway - 37 - living
Siblings✖
Hanna Jessica Foster-Mariway - 15 - living
Phoenix Anthony Foster-Mariway - 13 - living
Relationship Status✖
"Everybody's in the Friend Zone right now."
Crush✖
"Huh... Well, we'll see about that one."
Relationship✖
"Didn't you already ask this?"

✖Anything Else?✖
Fun Fact✖ Breccan has a Lancashire accent, although it's tamed a little since Jacob's death. He is of English descent, mostly from the area around Lancashire itself. His father had a strong pride in that, and passed his accent down to his son through the years. His mother does not and never did approve.
Other✖
I'd like to go off on a tangent and describe Breccan's clothing style. :) He commonly wears plain long-sleeve shirts with dark, loosely fitted jeans and casual tennis shoes--he likes to look sophisticated and simple at the same time. He wears a ring passed down from his father with his family crest and last name carved into it, as well as his father's old wedding ring (which he had put on a chain and wears as a necklace). He's managed to make both look very masculine, however.

[✖Owl Eyes✖]

~Accepted once you finish your form! :)

[✖Owl Eyes✖]

~Bump!

[✖Owl Eyes✖]

~Bump!

[callmefearless]

pretty spring by Ricard Aparicio - Bellas Ads, on Flickr
{At the beach}
✖The Basic Stuff✖

Full Name✖
Vive Skylark Tyler
Nicknames✖
Skylark
Age✖
X15
Gender✖
Female
Orientation✖
Straight

✖Details, Please✖
General Looks✖
A slender girl, but with a strong of muscle. Her hair shapes her face which ovalish.
Height✖
5'6 transfered to whatever the hieght is for tiny peoples.
Weight✖
120 transfered to whatever the hieght is for tiny peoples.
Eyes✖
Blueish silver.
Hair✖
Light blonde, almost white.
Scars-Tattoos-Piercings✖
Ears are peirced, plus she has an extra peircing in the top of her left ear.

✖Personal Digging✖
Personality✖
Often Skylark is out partying safely with her friends, or at a soccer game or archery tournament. She is vary outgoing but in a good way. She doesn't get along with vary many people but her close friends love her. She has good marks in school and actually pays attention to what her parents say, even if she doesnt actually do what they advise. She is incredible mature and wise for her age, but she still knows how to have fun.
History✖
Skylark has had a pretty normal life, except for the fact that her family lives on a borad. Her family lives on the boreder of two sections. She has fought against the ways of the board, and agaisnt her family. They think of her as a disgrace so most of her time is spent outdoors and away from them. She has a tendancy to break rules and laws, though she doesn't endanger others. She spends her time trying to unravel the mysterious murders.
Phobias✖
She has an odd fear of Intemesy, or just getting close to people.
Parents✖
Cooper Blane Tyler + Arria Codee Tyler.
Siblings✖
Starke Keaton Tyler.
Relationship Status✖
Single.
Crush✖
No one yet.
Relationship✖

✖Anything Else?✖
Fun Fact✖ She hates her life and her parents.
Other✖