☢The Haunted☢ 1x1 CarrieJo & iDrift

[CarrieJo..♥]

Please do not post here unless you are Myself or iDrift. Unless otherwise specified. Thank you.

The story begins with an old house on the corner of East Side street. The house has been left there for years just to rot to the ground. There are not many that know about it, for it is down a long almost never ending road. Some believe it is just a myth, until a few teens stumble upon the land of this house. Four teens alone for the summer and they decide to stay in the house for a while. They do not know about the story of this place, for a long time ago a woman lived her with her husband. Her husband had gone out searching for food to hunt when a bear had killed him. The woman had never seen her husband since and had not known about what happened. So she thought he had run away from her. Ever since she has lived there in the darkest shadows of the old house, seeking revenge on her husband and whoever stole him away from her. The one thing she hates more than anything are younger women, she is jealous of them. The men, they remind her of the stupidity of her husband. She has never known the truth and never will know. She died in the 1800's, no one except for the demons had buried her in the back yard. A dark stone weeping angel standing over the grave with a staff in hand and a scroll in the other. The dirt over her grave always looser than you would think it to be after sitting there for two hundred years.. Will they be stupid enough to walk in and enter this house, or will they leave quickly? The story begins here.. You will make your choice.

The Haunted House
The Angel Statue
The Kitchen(Though is cleaner than this when they arrive)
The Bedroom
The Living Room

[CarrieJo..♥]

FIRST NAME BASIS
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full naмe;  Emily Marie Barnett
nιcκ naмe; Emma
gendeя; Female
age; 17
вιятнday; January 5th, 1994

IN MY CLOSET
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нeιgнт; 5'7
cloтнιиg ѕтуle; Dark tank-top with a bright colored one underneath. Faded dark jeans with rips
вodу мodιfιcaтιoиѕ; tatto on her wrist that says "Everybody dies, but not everyone lives"

STATUS
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cяυsн; will update later 
єχ(єѕ); Will update later 
family; an older brother that she lives with named Carson
ѕєχυal oяιєnтaтιon; bisexual

GET TO KNOW
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occuρaтιon;  Coffee shop 
вιятнρlace;  California
likes; Skateboarding, drawing, being alone. 
dislikes; Talking, being bothered, way to flirty boys, dark, thunderstorms, clowns, dolls
ρєяѕonalιту; Quiet and to herself. She doesn't talk much so don't expect it unless she's in a good mood. Her passion is skateboarding and she's rather good at it. It's one of the few things she does other than work at the coffee shop to take her mind off things. She doesn't usually pay much attention to other people, but she is willing to stop and help out everyonce in a while of someone needs it. She has her reasons for acting like she does, whether she tells you or not though is a completely different story.
нιѕтoяу; When Emily was younger her parents left her and her brother alone at another house to stay for about a week. There were always untold secrets that they had never told them because they were to young to understand. One week had passed and they were still in that dreaded home waiting for their parents to come back and get them. Another week went by, months, years, and never a sign from them. When her brother turned 18 they left. Since then they've lived in a small apartment building, both having jobs to try and get by until their never to be seen again parents came back.



FIRST NAME BASIS
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full naмe; Carson Baily Barnett
nιcκ naмe; Carson
gendeя; Male
age; 19
вιятнday; May 22, 1992

IN MY CLOSET
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нeιgнт; 6'2
cloтнιиg ѕтуle; Dark t-shirt and jeans with black converse
вodу мodιfιcaтιoиѕ; none

STATUS
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cяυsн; none
єχ(єѕ); never bothered with it so none
family; sister named Emily
ѕєχυal oяιєnтaтιon; straight but curious 

GET TO KNOW
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occuρaтιon;  manager of a gas station
вιятнρlace;  California
likes; Singing, playin guitar, flirting, girls, and protecting his sister.
dislikes; People who can't take a joke, quiet people, anyone who messes with his sister, etc
ρєяѕonalιту; Very talkative and outgoing boy. He likes to speak his mind, whether it's good or not. If he thinks your cute he'll probably say hey or something, but he doesn't like to get into anything serious. He sees himself as a free person who can do what he wants. In his free time he usually goes to the park to play guitar and work on his songs. When he's not doing that or working he is with his sister.
нιѕтoяу; Same as Emily's

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[[ Hope these forms are okay, tell me if I need to change anything! c: ]]

The name is Riley, and I am 17 years old.

name "The name's Riley. Riley Wolfe."
nick-name "Just Riley."
age "I'm 17, baby."
gender "Hurtful.. I'm a girl."
birthday "My birthday is on January 29th."
pets "My aussie, Alec."

eye color "They're hazel, I think. Or they could be green. I dunno."
hair color "I'm a brunette barbie-doll!"
height "I'm 5'7. Not a giant or anything."
weight "I weight somewhere around 125 lbs. Give or take."
build "I'm more of a slender body type. A bit fragile. I'm thin, and lean, so I'm not exactly the strongest girl."
skills "The one thing my skinniness is good for is hiding. I'm excellent at being stealthy, sneaking up on people."

personality Riley? How do you describe someone in just two paragraphs or a couple sentences? She's not just a figment of my imaginationg that I'm acting out as in this role play... She's part of who I am. She's the best and worst of me, and that's a lot to write down. I live with her everyday... Here she is.
Not bubbly to the point of ditziness, but certainly an enthusiastic camper, Riley's the one making plans. Every breath this girl takes, it's full of life. She clings to it; she loves it. Every day she wakes up with something new she wants to do. Uniform? Please. This girl would go crazy with anyone telling her what to do. A free-spirit is probably the most accurate way to describe her, flating around in the wind, following the rainbows to see if there's anything at the end worth it. And even if there isn't, she wouldn't be disapointed. This love of life she has, this lust for it, is ironic, in a way. She's quite the pessimist, but she views it in a careless way. Example- If it started raining, she'd laugh, and complain her books were going to get soaked, but make no move towards the umbrella in her bag, so reachable. She might even twirl once or twice in the rain. I know it's confusing, but not everything about a person makes sense. If that were true, we'd all be boring, and monotone.
On the surface, when you first meet Riley, this happy, ravinous personality is all you see. She glows with life on the surface, so only once you really get to know her, and understand her, do the real feelings start making appearences through this cover she wears. It's a comfortable mask, and when she put it on, she never took it off, until it became so much like her own face, she forgot it was even there. But seriously, no one's life is perfect. Riley is no exeption. The trouble she's gone through has turned part of her hard and cold. Strong. She's not the girl who gets pushed around and wasted. Stubborn as a mule and contrary, once she makes her mind up, there's no turning it. As well as she'd go her own way happily if you suggested the other. {e.g. You: "You know, you shouldn't wear such high heels, they look painful." Ivory: "No they aren't, I wear these babies in my sleep, man!" And all the while her feet are aching.} She's just an easy-going person with her own mind and soul and heart that she doesn't want other people peering at, judjing, and changing. Is that so wrong? Ivory's worst quality, is probably her pride. She won't stoop to get what she wants, she holds her head up. Even whens he found her boyfriend cheating on her, she laughed in his face. She smiled, shook her head, told him he was an idiot, but she hoped it was worth it, and walked out. Head high. Swagger in her stride. Confidence in her smile. But when she got home? She cried for an hour. Hopefully this gives you some insight into Riley, but there's so much to her, I don't know if this will help at all.
history "I've a had a pretty ordinary life. A mom, a dad, a little brother, and a dog. I've a had a few boyfriends, a couple broken hearts, and I've gotten into a hell of alot of trouble in the span of my seventeen years."

crush "None, as of now."
relationship "Just ended one, actually."
likes "Guys, of course. And parties!"
dislikes "Plastics. Barbie-doll types. Jerks."
fears "Heights. I'm terrified of falling."
orientation "Straight."

anything else "Nope!"

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Hi. My name is Ryder, and I am 19 years old.

ɴᴀᴍᴇ; "Ryder Owen Pierce. Got a problem?"
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s); "Just Ryder."
ᴀɢᴇ; "Didn't I already tell you that? I don't like to repeat myself. I'm 19."
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ; "March 9th."
ʜᴏᴍᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ; "Bridgeport."

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ; "Figure it out." Mmm, Ryder. A strange fellow to describe. The word that fits him; rebel. Just a pure-bred rebel, he rejects what people say. He is just a guy who is like all the other men who are crabby and mean. He is confident, sarcastic, and cocky. And maybe that guy who always comes to class unprepared, or stoned.
The kid doesn’t play sports, he doesn’t run, he doesn’t really do anything. He likes being alone, and causing trouble. Maybe even talking to people who have an interest in getting into trouble. People who he has interest in, well he just loves to talk. He loves to be funny, tell jokes.
Just on the outside he comes off as a powerful person, who has mental problems. But, inside he is well rounded, and knows a little bit of everything. From animals, to the human skeletons. He just doesn’t like showing his true personality, because he is just afraid. Yeah, yeah, we hear it a billion times, someone who is mean, evil and in the inside, he truly cares. Naw, naw, not at all. He doesn’t care, he just is cautious. Literally, he has lived a normal childhood. Nothing special about his past. He just picked up from his old friends, got into some trouble, and this is where we are. There is a difference between cautious and scared, cautious is when you look out for things that could hurt you, scared is when you are just scared. If he sees a conflict start to rise, well he’ll be there on the side lines rooting for whoever looks like they’re going to win.
He does pay attention to women, although he rarely dates anyone. He can have some lady friends, but he won’t treat them like a lady. He will treat them like another guy, have some fun. Flirt sometimes, but rarely. When he does flirt, it isn’t with words, more like gestures. A pat on the butt, stuff like that.
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ; Ryder has lived a normal life, he had a family, two brothers, a mother, a father. Nothing bad has happened to him, he was born in St. Louis. He went to school, but once he entered highschool. His whole life as changed, he hung out with the wrong crowd. He had no back bone in his life. His parents didn’t care, and once he got his first under age beer, well… I think you know the story. He has gone to rehab more than once, once for drugs, once for drinking too much.
Going to rehab has helped him a little, he isn’t addicted to anything anymore, but he does do that sometimes.
ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ; He has two older brothers, Lennox and Dice. All three live with his parents, who are still together after thirteen years.
ᴘᴇᴛ(s); "Eh."

ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ; "It's brown. You blind?"
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ; "Again, brown."
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ; "6'2"
ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ; "144 lbs of muscle."
ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴅɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs; "One tattoo on my upper arm."
ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴛʏʟᴇ; "Is that any of your business?" Ryder is more of a retro-chic kinda guy. He likes the dark-denim jeans, and light T-shirts, with shades and combat boots.

ᴄʀᴜsʜ; "No one."
ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ/ɢɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅ; "I'm single, baby."
ᴇx(ᴇs); "There's a few."
ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs; "Single. You deaf too?"
ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɪɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ; "I want a bad-*ss girl. Someone who isn't afraid to take risks, or get into a little bit of trouble. A chick who knows how to live."

ʟɪᴋᴇs; "Music // Chicks // Drinking // Partying // Smoking on occasion // Hot Rods // Racing // The Color Red // Shades // The Beach"
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs; "Plastics // Fakes // Backstabbers // Bright Colors"
ғᴇᴀʀ(s); "Drowning, man."
sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ(s); "I tell everyone my mom died from a heart attack when I was two, but the truth is that she died during child-birth. MY child-birth."

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ; "Nope. We done here?"

[CarrieJo..♥]

Holy snap...

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x What is it? x

[CarrieJo..♥]

{(Pfft. Nothing. My characters look like five minute do-ups ._. that's a lot of work you put into yours.. *probably should work more on mine* but yeah. How should we start?)}

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x Oh, thank you! They were characters from another rp, so I already had their forms done. c:
And, it doesn't matter, I guess we could start with our characters entering the house. x

[CarrieJo..♥]

{(Should we have sub-characters that go along that end up dying in the house? Just a thought)}

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x Yea, sure. Just some extras. We don't have to create forms for them, just come up with a few names to use. x

[CarrieJo..♥]

{(Well yeah. Maybe one or two other characters that would die off somehow in the house, but they were somewhat of importance.)}