тнe cιтʏ ιs aт [ w a я. ]

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❝ Two gangs. One ruled the streets by d a y; the other by n i g h t.
It was only a matter of time before their paths crossed ❞

[ roleplay based off of this video ]

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T н e G a n g s

{ тнe d a y - т я o т т e я s →

As far as traditional gangs go, these guys are pretty mellow. Unlike their counterpart gang, unnecessary conflict is something they look to avoid. What they want is to live in peace ; this made difficult by the many intrusions and attacks led by their biggest threat, The Night Creepers. And don't be fooled by their borderline pacifistic beliefs ... these kids and fight. While its members come from varying backgrounds, The Day Trotters work very much like a big [ dysfunctional ] family ; each individual bringing forth his or her own personal experiences and skills. While they have a leader, most of the decisions are made as a group. As their name suggests, they are the kids who rule the streets by day ; they also happen to be the larger of the two gangs.

{ тнe n ι g н т - c я e e ρ e я s →

The Night Creepers are a ruthless gang littered with troubled young adults ; ages ranging strictly from no younger than thirteen to twenty-five. While they're actually much smaller in number than their counterpart, The Day Trotters, they make up for it in attitude. What they want is power ... and if that means cutting a few people out of the picture in the process, then that's what they'll do. Order within the group works very much like that of a pack of wolves [ which coincidentally, happens to be their symbol ; a black wolf with piercing red eyes ]. The leader calls the shots. Disobey his or her's orders and you'll pay the price. Next in line is the second in command. These are the guys [ or girls ] who have remained faithful to the group over the years and have gained the much-desired respect of the leader. They're next to the throne is anything might happen to the leader [ age , death , or treason being the only three things that could remove a leader from his or her status ]. Below everyone else are the "subordinates" ; these are the average members. They hold little respect within the gang, but play a crucial role in it's success ... they'll have to prove themselves if they want to move up in the ranks. These are the kids who roam the streets by night.

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T н e M e м в e я s

{ тнe d a y - т я o т т e я s →

l e a d e r : zachary mel hayden · nineteen · male · discover · x
» riley henry joe · twenty · male · candy floss · x
» fokan abel sheen · eighteen · male · imagination · x
» michelle jay peterson · eighteen · female · one direction · x
» isabelle taryn vankenna · seventeen · female · hurricane isabel · x
» logan joesph martinez · eighteen · male · littlearchangel · x
» sherry alexandra stringfield · eighteen · female · second choey · x
» wesley leif hawkins · twenty · male · cactus monster · x
» kerstin alabb · seventeen · female · black wolf · x
» sophia elizabeth wright · nineteen · female · midnight dreamer · x
» carolina austin liar · nineteen · female · indefinite · x
» abbigail risk andrews · sixteen · female · tayssi · x
» matthew grant reigin · twenty three · male · tayssi · x
» taro henry · fifteen · male · tayssi · x
» jesse dime · eighteen · male · magique · x

{ тнe n ι g н т - c я e e ρ e я s →

l e a d e r : malachi lorcan faolan · male · twenty two · cactus monster · x
s e c o n d : dakota ally-may swan · eighteen · female · candy floss · x
» andie marie carter · seventeen · female · fruit punch · x
» jackson reynolds · fourteen · male · littlearchangel · x
» aspen fiona guiness · nineteen · female · cactus monster · x
» nicholas derlona · eighteen · male · black wolf · x
» natasha ivy herrington · seventeen · female · knight mare · x
» harper leah cohen · twenty · female · lost in this place · x
» joshua henderson · nineteen · male · midnight dreamer · x
» charlotte geneva monet · twenty · female · beautiful mistake · x
» peter lee thomas · nineteen · female · tayssi · x
» imogen keira livingston · twenty one · female · magique · x

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" wιll you яun away wιтн мe? "
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ι aм [color=#808080]age here[/color] yeaяs old
ι was вoяn on [color=#808080]month and day here[/color] σғ [color=#808080]year here[/color]
cleaяly, ι aм a [color=#808080]gender here[/color]
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— — — [b][color=#404040]geттιng ρeяsonal[/color][/b]
[list][list][size=95]ι gяew uρ ιn [color=#808080]hometown here[/color]
and lιved wιтн мy [color=#808080]immediate family member's here[/color]
lιғe was ρяeттy [color=#808080]easy/hard/whatever here[/color] вacκ тнen.  [color=#808080]Short history here.  Optional.[/color]
ρeoρle say ι'м [color=#808080]three adjectives describing character[/color]
ι'd lικe тo тнιnκ ι'м [color=#808080]personality here OR three adjectives.  I'm trusting you here, but, you need to prove to me that you're semi literate. x3[/color][/size][/list][/list]
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[list][list][size=95]cuяяenтly, ι aм [color=#808080]single/taken here[/color]
no oғғense [color=#808080]gender they're NOT attracted to[delete the words "[i]no offense[/i]" and "[i]but[/i]" if bisexual lol][/color], вuт ι lικe [color=#808080]guys, girls, or both, depending on sexuality[/color]
ι тнιnκ [color=#808080]crush's name here[/color] ιs [color=#808080]what they think of their crush[/color][/size][/list][/list][/list]

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~ | { ! } | ~

ι'll ɢιve ʏou мʏ нeαят, иo oиe lιves тнeяe αиʏмoяe

xxxxxиαмe; Harper Leah Cohen " My mom was a reader.. thankfully, she had good taste "
xxxxxиιcκиαмes; " Usually just Harp or Scout "
xxxxxɢeиdeя; " Very funny, smartass "
xxxxxαɢe; Twenty years old
xxxxxвιятнρlαce; Fort Myers Beach, Florida

xxнeιɢнт; Five foot two [ 5 ' 2 ]
xxweιɢнт; One hundred ten [ 110 ]
xxeʏes; Hazel; they're constantly shifting between green, amber and brown
xxsκιи тoиe; Naturally tanned
xxмods; A band aid on her knee, arrow along the length of her pointer finger, and a dreamcatcher on her right shoulder blade. As far as piercings go, she's got three in her nose [both nostrils and septum] and her ears two-gauged.

xxxxxsexuαlιтʏ; lesbian
xxxxxexes; " I shouldn't, nor do I, feel obliged to sit here and list them out for you.. "
xxxxxcяusн; Not yet
xxxxxяelαтιoиsнιρ sтαтus; Single
xxxxxsιɢиιғιcαит oтнeя; " Love really isn't my thing "

xxρeяsoиαlιтʏ; Intelligent, wild, self-destructive, opinionated and spontaneous. Upon meeting this five foot two bundle of spunk, you're either going to think one of two things : 'this girl is a much-needed breath of fresh air' or 'this chick is completely insane, she's going to get herself killed if she keeps doing the things that she does'. More often than not ... both. She's pretty adventerous, kind of a tomboy ... hell, she's the complete opposite of lady-like, and quite frankly, she could care less. There's literally nothing she wouldn't have a go at, no matter how disgusting, dangerous, or downright stupid. She's the kind of girl to never leave a stone unturned. Her overwhelming confidence in herself and in the stunts that she pulls being her most endearing trait, as she's always willing to try new things, but also one of her biggest flaws, as she never fails to get herself into a deal of trouble in the process.

And if you've come to the assumption that a girl as confident as herself is aware of her path in life, you'd be wrong. Lying just beneath the surface of this delicately constructed confidence is a mess. This little act of hers serving as a cover to the fact that she's really just confused. About life, love, everything. Her undeniable attraction toward members of the same sex leading her to keep a wary distance emotion-wise. So while she might have "friends", the true amount of knowledge they hold about her is limited to the fraction of her actual self that she chooses to share with them. Physical contact with members of either sex is also something she's found herself to have a great deal of trouble with. Terrified by the idea of having to relive the memories of her past, she chooses simply to cut all ties and end it when she feels herself growing a bit too close to a particular person.
xxρosιтιoи; member of the night creepers
xxlικes;
- Girls who smoke. " There's just something so alluring to me about a girl with a cigarette between her lips."
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xxdιslικes;
- The smell after it rains. " Ew. Just ew. "
- Following orders. " If I had it my way, I'd be the one calling the shots. "
- Admitting her faults. " Pretty self explanatory, I think. "
- Blue eyes. Will be explained when I get around to doing her history.
xxнαвιтs;
- Playing with her hair.
- Lighting a cigarette, taking a few puffs, and then just watching as the rest burns away.
- Chewing on her lip.

↳ { addelyn | day trotter | eighteen} ↲

— — — wнaт you sнould κnow

мy naмe ιs addelyn juliet sommers
ι aм eighteen yeaяs old
ι was вoяn on February sixteenth σғ 1994
cleaяly, ι aм a girl
wнo яuns wιтн тнe day trotters
— — — geттιng ρeяsonal

ι gяew uρ ιn detroit, michigan
and lιved wιтн мy baby brother
lιғe was ρяeттy f-cked up вacκ тнen.  Short history here.  Optional.
ρeoρle say ι'м three adjectives describing character
ι'd lικe тo тнιnκ ι'м personality here OR three adjectives.  I'm trusting you here, but, you need to prove to me that you're semi literate. x3
— — — яelaтιonsнιρs

cuяяenтly, ι aм single/taken here
ι lικe people
ι тнιnκ crush's name here ιs what they think of their crush

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↳ { Dakota | Night Creepers | Eighteen} ↲

— — — wнaт you sнould κnow

мy naмe ιs Dakota Ally-May Swan
ι aм eighteen yeaяs old
ι was вoяn on January Third σғ 1995
cleaяly, ι aм a girl
wнo яuns wιтн тнe Night Creepers
— — — geттιng ρeяsonal

ι gяew uρ ιn Blue Ridge, Texas
and lιved wιтн мy father, General Aaron Swan, and step-mother, Amy Blake-Swan
lιғe was ρяeттy hard вacκ тнen.  My father was a General in the military, so it speaks for itself. EI was an army-brat and southern bell of sorts to everyone I knew, and my father expected me to do great things. I was rich, filthy rich, and the pressure of perfection was overwhelming. I couldn't stand it. It felt like I was slowly being suffocated.
For a couple years, I sucked it up and dealt with it, keeping my own dreams and inspirations to myself, but one day I just snapped.
I was thirteen, and felt that now that I was a teenager, I should be able to speak for myself. My parents promoted that at first, but I didn't yet understand that I should quit while I was ahead. 

I flat out told them I didn't want to be a successful owner of a law firm, like Amy, or a Doctor, like Uncle Steven. I even said that I didn't want to set a foot in the military. 
I told them I wanted to be a dancer. I wanted to travel with the stars, dancing to my heart's content. 
They had a reason to be upset, and Amy took it pretty well, but my own father, who I never once called "Dad", totally threw a fit. 
He criticized my gypsy uncle, Lincoln. Told me my dreams were trash, and that all the money they spent on my dance lessons were to offer a distraction during my youth.

Told me I was to follow in their footsteps, and I was never to dance again. 

Told me that he had wanted a boy. 

So I left. In hindsight, it may have been an over-reaction to the whole thing, but I never have, and most likely never will see a missing sign. I haven't even been tracked down by all those Child Service's workers. I simply assumed they were happy now without me, and mastered some lie to tell friends and family. 

I lived with my Uncle Lincoln in another city for a couple months, and he taught many skills that helped in the trade of being a 'gypsy'. He also heightened my hand-to-hand combat skills. 

It was after the fifth month he was arrested, and taken away from me. 
So, instead of going back to collect my things from his old trailer, I ran in the opposite direction. I knew enough about police to know that the second they found out about me, they would go looking. 

It was about then that I died my strawberry blonde hair a jet black, and added a couple blue streaks for good measure. Even my eyebrows received some color. 
It was also then that I found the Night Creepers, who took me in. At first they were skeptical, as they should be, but they warmed up to me as much as they could, and I was content with that. 

Like before, the signs never showed up. Maybe they didn't yet know about me, or they didn't even bother with a search for me. Figured the little teenager would wind up dead and was not worth the effort. Boy, they were wrong.    
ρeoρle say ι'м cold, quiet, and distant
ι'd lικe тo тнιnκ ι'м hard to be around. Honestly, I make it so. I loathe small talk and enjoy getting to the point of things. I have no time to just sit there and have a conversation with a person. I got things to do, people to see, and places to be. Though, don't get me wrong, I avoid being rude the people I am okay with. I simply brush them off with as much kindness as I can muster, and they eventually learn that I am so not conversationalist. So, people say very little to me in the terms of gossip and friendly chit-chat, but if I catch you in a lie... Well, the outcome is not pretty. Lies. Gosh, I absolutely hate them. My past has taught me to, and the normal person shouldn't like them either. Though, this never stopped me from becoming quite the liar and social engineer myself. It's quite hypocritical, to be honest. I can lie to you, but you can't lie to me- that's just how it works.

I am an excellent compartmentaliser; always separating certain emotions and memories into little 'boxes' in my mind. Though, I do hold grudges. I may put it away, but I'll never let go of something someone did. I thought that I should kick that habit, but I never have. Oh well.

I am not a friendly person. I am cold, as everyone says, and bitter.  I generally don't like people. Why should I? They've done nothing to benefit my well-being. With the exception of everyone in the Night Creepers. I would never openly admit this, and I'd deny any and every accusation, but they may be some kind of family for me. Sort of. It's nothing like the Day Trotters kind of family, because it's my own personal thoughts. 
Anyways, I have formed yawls to become an emotionless woman. I am in the Night Creepers, I have no time to dance around feelings and what not. I don't feel bad for hurting someone. None of it's ever been an act. 

I am brutally honest person. Don't like my opinion, don't ask for it. Seriously, if I have something about someone or something, I will say it. What's to stop me?
Though, I do know when to hold my tongue, as to avoid any unneeded trouble.

I like to think I am good at reading people. I mean, what else am I going to do when I'm not talking to them? I like to try and figure people out, like to try predict their  next moves. I have gotten pretty good, but it's only human to be wrong sometimes.
I am strong. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. Not much can hurt me or make me cry. I've broken limbs and not shed a tear- as a child, my father wouldn't have it any other way. I guess my strong will and survival skills came from the wretched man, and I can be somewhat grateful for it.

Now, when it comes to sneaking around, I am quiet. Careful. Cunning. I don't want to be found, you can find me. If I want to be heard, you'll hear me. I'll admit things have given me away, like misreading the moon, and have my good old shadow cast up along a wall, or maybe tripping over an unseen metal pipe. Doesn't happen very often, but I wont say it never has. 
I honestly prefer to stick to heights. I can jump from roof top to roof top (given that they're close enough to each other) and still see everything that's going on below. I feel like a bird, or a sly cat when I'm up there. Occasionally stalking my prey, or picking out danger on the ground. It's probably to most poet thing I can say about being a gang, really. 
I can pick locks. I actually get a joy out of it, but you'd never see me smile or become cocky about my work. It comes in handy, and a lot members of the gang can do it, I would assume. I just put it up with my other skills that may or may not be important. Like using a gun, a bow and arrow, or throwing knives. (Besides the gun, they were hardly needed in the military, but my father taught me anyways, and I have practiced ever since.) I have to say, bow and arrows are my favorite, but I prefer hand-to-hand combat. If you can't fight me without some form of weapon, then you're obviously not strong or brave enough.

That's another thing, I like to thing I'm brave, adventurous, and maybe a little too curious.
I like to be first, and not a lot scares me. Bats, spiders, dark alley's. Darkness in general. Puh-lease. I am the darkness. 

Even though I nay never smile, hardly laugh (unless it's a bitter, humorless one), and don't offer much kindness- if at all, I have been told I have a motherly/sisterly complex about myself. I will admit I get overprotective from time to time, and hurt one of the few people I care about I will mess you up, but I don't see myself mothering anyone. Okay, maybe I've helped one too many animals in the past, but I hardly think that would earn my such traits. But it's not like I go around profiling myself and checking everything I do. That'd be a little bit paranoid of me, now wouldn't it? 

Either way, they didn't make me Second In Command or this gang for nothing. 


— — — яelaтιonsнιρs

cuяяenтly, ι aм Single
no oғғense girls, вuт ι lικe boys
ι тнιnκ Malachi ιs mysterious, for lack of a better word.

↳ { Riley | Day Trotters | Twenty} ↲

— — — wнaт you sнould κnow

мy naмe ιs Riley "RJ" Henry Joe
ι aм twenty yeaяs old
ι was вoяn on February Eleventh σғ 1992
cleaяly, ι aм a guy
wнo яuns wιтн тнe Day Trotters
— — — geттιng ρeяsonal

ι gяew uρ ιn Detroit, Michigan
and lιved wιтн мy mother, Louise, father, Craig, and deceased older brother, Moze.
lιғe was ρяeттy emotional вacκ тнen.  His father was an unemployed drunk who waisted any precious money on cigarettes and booze, but he was never abusive. No, he never actually had the chance, because he always passed out the second he got home, and was sleeping or finding a job when Riley and Moze got home from school. 
His mother, on the other hand, was a waitress. She was kind-hearted and always full of second chances- probably why she tea ones married to that buffoon of a father and husband. 
Their mother loved the both them, Riley and Moze, I mean. She would go to great lengths to help them and keep them happy.

Well, that was how Riley lived until the age of sixteen. Moze, eighteen at the time, was killed by a hit-and-run, the driver still not found. 
His mother, the beautiful and kind Louise, and dropped to a deep depression, and his father remained the same- except a lot more miserable. 

Riley wanted out- he couldn't stand it. He knew it would be cruel to just leave his parents in this mess, but he already had to drop out of school and get three jobs to help keep them in their house and food in their stomachs, but it wasn't enough. 
So he left. Became one of those runaway teens. He found the Day Trotters, a gang his brother told him about every once in a while, and decided a fresh start could possibly be found here.
He hasn't heard much about his parents, and he often finds himself thinking about what ever came of them. Were they dead? Did they move in with his grandparents like Louise would say every once in a while? Or were they still the same- getting by on the couple hundred dollars he left and his mother's waitressing salary? Who knows.
 
ρeoρle say ι'м clumsy, friendly, and kind of humorous.
ι'd lικe тo тнιnκ ι'м Riley wont deny being clumsy. I mean, there's enough proof in his history to prove it. He has two left feet when it comes to dancing, and he has the worst butter fingers imaginable. 
But, what he lacks in foot work and balance, he makes up for in quick-wit, sharp mind, and his ability to think on his feet. He's got a lot of knowledge in street smarts, and is handy at memorizing maps, places, and faces. He may not be able to fight anyone, despite being quite fit, but he could lead you out of a 
maze blind folded. 

Riley's quick with a lie, a rarely caught in one. He also likes to supply some sort of humor in those stressful moments.
Sarcasm or magic tricks work best in his favor, and he often entertains the younger generation with card games and old stories his brother taught to him. 
He likes to think of himself as a friendly guy, and he probably is. But, he has a temper. He's good at hiding his anger and sadness from the crowd, but when left alone to brood, he'll probably end up destroying something or everything. Depends on his location and what's at hand.

He's a little bit of a flirt, but he never scores the ladies. Instead, he ends up muttering some pointless facts and insulting them without knowing it. He's practiced in front of the mirror before, having seen other men flirt and seduce perfectly, but when's he going to go out a date in this busy life? Most likely never.

Despite his light-hearted personality, Riley knows when to be serious and how comfort someone when need be.  
— — — яelaтιonsнιρs

cuяяenтly, ι aм single
no oғғense boys, вuт ι lικe girls
ι тнιnκ x ιs x

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| Of course x3 |

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[[ Thank you. I'll reserve my first post for her form..

And my male character's. ]]

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↳ { Amy | Day Trotters | 17} ↲

— — — wнaт you sнould κnow

мy naмe ιs Amy Hannah Webb
ι aм 17 yeaяs old
ι was вoяn on 20th October σғ 1994
cleaяly, ι aм a Female
wнo яuns wιтн тнe Day Trotters
— — — geттιng ρeяsonal

ι gяew uρ ιn
and lιved wιтн мy immediate family member's here
lιғe was ρяeттy easy/hard/whatever here вacκ тнen. Short history here. Optional.
ρeoρle say ι'м three adjectives describing character
ι'd lικe тo тнιnκ ι'м personality here OR three adjectives. I'm trusting you here, but, you need to prove to me that you're semi literate. x3
— — — яelaтιonsнιρs

cuяяenтly, ι aм single/taken here
no oғғense gender they're NOT attracted to[delete the words "no offense" and "but" if bisexual lol], вuт ι lικe guys, girls, or both, depending on sexuality
ι тнιnκ crush's name here ιs what they think of their crush

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| Leader's will be voted on after both gangs are full ^^ just to keep things fair |