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name delilah heir
goes by lilah
age seventeen years
s.o. demiromantic
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pos sweet, kind,
romantic, ladylike
neg naive, demure
fc jasmine villegas
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delilah heir (lady) was an orphan until
she was adopted and brought home on
christmas to her new parents. she was
grew up in a very wealthy home and
was taught well manners. lilah is a
very sweet and loving person, with a
big heart yet she can be a bit naive and
very reserved and shy. delilah doesn't
know anything about her birth parents
but has been trying to find them.

[Mufa]

fc;; robbie amell

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Meet Thomas O'Malley. He's twenty years old and attends Walt
University. He simply goes by Thomas and has only one
nickname, that happens to simply be Tom. He is a heterosexual
male and is currently single. Thomas was born into a middle
class family but he left his home as soon as he could. Since
then, he's been in college and has had multiple girlfriends. See,
Tom is a bit of a player. He doesn't like to admit it, but he can't
stop himself from flirting with almost every girl he sees. Aside
from that fairly negative reputation, he's a pretty fun loving guy.
Thomas isn't the time of person to miss out on a party, of any
kind. He enjoys social interaction and is quite charismatic. He
can also be insanely sarcastic and it's sometimes hard to tell
if he's joking or not. Overall, he's a pretty rad guy.

[marsiscool]

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name // nirvana stryker --
age // nineteen
gender // obvious --
crush // none
birthplace // sacramento ca --
height // 5'7
orientation // straight --
weight // 112
boyfriend // no

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Nirvana, a strong name for well a regular eighteen year old girl. before birth, her parents, garrett and roxanne, already had the perfect image for her daughter. a punk kid who had a nonstop passion for good ol' rock and role just like them. from an early age, nirvana never seemed to fit in much with the whole music vibe. yes she did spent more than enough hours sitting down with her metal head father trying to learn how to play the drums, guitar, bass, any instrument that would sure get someones attention as soon as it was plugged into an amp. nirvana did in fact grow close to her guitar, penny, a nice wooden acoustic guitar which she got for her tenth birthday but in all honestly it did not drive her wild. she was, what is called the "black sheep" of the family.
As time passed on, nirvana spent more of her time picking up book after book and spending quality time outside where she felt her most happy. she would sometimes read up to ten books a week just to forget about what was going in her own life at the moment. nirvana, although forced into music, had a pretty decent life. her rocking parents never divorced and always shared a special bond between each other. four years later, her parents brought home a baby boy, gavin, who just seemed to have music in every corner of his blood. completely the opposite of nirvana but with his arrival and all she was still the princess of the house. nirvana isnt the type of girl who spends weekends partying and drinking with her friends. she would much rather stay in bed watching movies with a few buds or just looking up at the stars on a cloudless night. not many sparks have ignited in her heart seeing as she's only had one boyfriend, reece, before but her heart really is on the loose wanting to fall in love with a guy who would treat her well and share every little secret so they could prosper into something magical.

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────────── james "slightly" holland ───
/ male // 19 // pansexual // mischievous /
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described by the mun as "that super
annoying white boy who can't talk
about his feelings so he resorts to
acting like a rebellious, angsty idiot
furthermore, she apologizes
faceclaim; the beautiful max krieger
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james slightly is the production of too many foster homes, too much
punk music, and not enough support. a mischievous, cunning, trucul
ent mess of a boy. a species that screamed dangerous. known for hi
s disheveled appearance, cocky smile, and annoyingly flirty remarks
to any gender he pleased. his nickname, slightly, describes him quit
e well, if used metaphorically. he's slightly this, slightly that, alway
s in between two options rather than knowing for sure what to be. t
he epitome of the grey area. he believes himself to be independent
and self-willed, but without someone to follow, he's lost. as a perso
nality chameleon -a trait earned from moving from foster home to f
oster home, in fruitless attempts to please- he can't help but to cha
nge himself to blend in with who he's with. he craves approval. he t
ends to be a follower, rather than a leader. he's brash, defiant and
beyond headstrong, but submissive to anyone giving orders. an enig
ma of a boy, encompassed with piercings and stone-cold stares in a
ttempts of looking like someone who knows what he's doing. he's qu
ite good at his act, it gives him someone to be. a true lost boy, lost
in himself without anyone to lead him on the right path. he has no t
rue surname, and he never speaks about being tossed from home to
home, so he lies or avoids the question. he isn't willing to take anym
ore damage to his dwindling pride, so he builds himself up on a thro
ne of half-truths and exaggerations and bears a crown of conceitedn
ess. he's outwardly loud, rambunctious and boyish, no one could gue
ss the inner workings of his brain were as intense as they truly are.
he's good at keeping things inside. the only reason he found his way
to walt university was because his local church had an organization
to "set unfortunate souls on the right path," but he'd never disclose
he was admitted to the school through a pity party. besides, he's a
smart boy when he wants to be. as long as the class is interesting,
he pays attention, and slacks in everything else. he has a certain li
king for herbology and mythology, as well as linguistics. he hopes w
alt university can offer true change, but he knows its a long shot. h
e wants to be the main character of his own story for once, he's sic
k of being just another sidekick for someone else, he wants more.

[haadez_]

name. anthony "al" owens
age. twenty one years old
gender. male/dude/guy

[Jubee]

(( first post incoming!! whoo finally! your post doesn't need to be nearly as long as mine are; i just got carried away haha ;w; also your characters can be anywhere -- unpacking, tryna figure out where stuff is on campus, just chillin', etc and every four rooms makes a new floor. so rooms 1 - 4 are first floor, 5 - 8 are second, and 9 - 12 are the third floor uvu hope my first post was alright! ))

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✦ ( role ) tod, the fox & the hound ✦ ( location ) the dormitories ✦ ( tagged ) no one

"one...two...three...finally! four!"
nearly dropping the box in his arms, zacharion heaved a sigh of relief ─ which sounded more like a screech of success ─ and wiped the sweat from his temple with the back of his hand. it was his sixth and final trip up the short staircase leading to his floor. after balancing the box between his shoulder and door frame, he managed to twist the door handle and nudge open the door to his room. ahh. peaceful, solitary serenity. except it was a mess. boxes, bins, and suitcases littered the floor of the dorm room. zach had always known he was a heavy packer, but this was ridiculous. he perched the box he was holding atop a tower of other poorly-packed boxes and groaned. not only was he exhausted from trekking up a flight of about seven stairs several times ─ out of shape much? ─ but he also didn't even begin to unpack. granted, it was mostly nature posters, skateboards, and snacks, but he was a lazy fellow and he would much rather been out annoying people making friends, exploring campus, and finding a favorite place to eat.

but this was college, and college meant being an adult, and being an adult meant not shoving aside all the boxes and bins on your mattress so you could curl up in the smallest corner caressing your pillow and take a nap. or something like that. so after mustering up all the willpower in his body, every force of will he could even pretend he had, he set off to work. zach pulled open a couple windows to let in some fresh air, pulled out a box-cutter ─ or what his parents had convinced him was a boxcutter while really the blade of a pair of safety scissors with a duct-taped handle ─ and began unsealing all his boxes. clothes were piled up on his bed to prevent any temptation of a nap, posters were unrolled and taped accordingly along the wall on his side of the room, and mini fridge was stocked with candy bars and ice cream, the diet of champions. it wasn't long ─ well, it was, but but it didn't seem long before he was hauling empty boxes down the hall to the trash room of his floor. a grin was plastered on his slightly sweaty but proud face as he slapped the lid of the bin closed and stepped out of the trash room. he was proud, so proud he even high-fived himself. himself. sure, a little more sad than proud, but he deserved his moment. and, potential embarrassment aside, he walked down the hall back to his room, gait full of pep and joy and a slightly off-key tune escaping his lips in a jolly whistle.

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✦ ( role ) kuzco, the emperor's new groove ✦ ( location ) outside, by a fountain ✦ ( tagged ) no one

"uh huh, yeah, okay. ever heard of 'the customer's always right,' huh? yeah, i could tell. thanks a lot for this!" a scoff, eye roll, and hair toss. classic keiran.

actually, today appeared to be sassy keiran, a very slight variation from his regular obnoxious attitude. normally he wouldn't roll his eyes, but today he was feeling a little extra rambunctious. but moving on.

keiran grabbed his drink from the cafe counter, making sure to shoot one final glare at the poor barista closest to him before leaving. " 'sorry, sir, we don't serve blended drinks before one,' " he mocked before taking a sip of his iced coffee. "blegh," he gagged, "is there even sugar in this? ugh." another scoff left his mouth before he decided to just trash the drink. what a waste of $ 4. now he was bored and had no caffeine. the inhumanity! what a crime! how could they! i'm gonna leave such a bad review on the campus website ─ that'll show 'em. though he was busy plotting, he couldn't help but yawn and slow his once angry pace. he really was tired, and he was actually beginning to regret throwing out that iced coffee. with ordering his movers on how to decorate his room and then leaving said room only to be disappointed by the cafe baristas following company rules, he had had a busy day!

he soon found himself nearing a fountain. with almost no one around, he decided to pull his phone out of his pocket and open up the camera. he briefly considered vlogging the experience just so he would have something to keep him occupied for longer, but settled for a picture. he ended up taking several, some focused on coins in the water and some on the ripples the gentle breeze made on the surface. how artsy. when he was finished he returned his phone to his pocket and took a seat on the ledge of the fountain. soon, he was lost in his thoughts again and even vaguely considering returning to the cafe to apologize and hopefully get another coffee to keep him awake. he heaved a sigh. sad keiran was sad.

[ovcharkas]

❝ j a m e s "slightly" h o l l a n d.

T H E L O S T B O Y

tagged // kieran
location // by the fountain

idle fingers drummed on the steering wheel as a very tired james drove into the parking lot university's campus. he was running a bit behind on his mental schedule -his music had turned out to be too loud to hear the gps system's monotone voice so he missed a few turns here and there, but as if he'd turn it down- but he'd made it, and that's what mattered. the bass line of the song he was currently listening to, your back porch by knuckle puck, reached the campus before him, introducing him to the world through a series of guitar riffs and drum beats. he was in a better mood than usual.

he'd decided to leave his stuff in his car so that he could explore a bit before unpacking, and so he did. the campus' make resembled that of a castle, and was much larger than he'd expected. he wandered for a few moments before a boy throwing a fit inside of a starbucks caught his attention, and he smirked to himself. a minute or so after he'd left, james made an entrance. "hey, i think you dropped something out there?" he waited for the barista's sour look to morph to confused, and then added, "your expectations. nice to meet you, i'm slightly." the girl giggled, and slightly tipped his head in what hopes would seem as bashful. he commenced a conversation, consisting more of venting about rude customers and then remarking, "it's too early for anything, really. i'm tired," with a laugh. her nod made it clear that his next question would go well, so he gave her a smile. "do you guys make anything like, i dunno, sweeter?" he asked. the girl nodded in response, but looked pensive, so james winked added, "actually, make it two," to give the illusion he was sharing with her. that worked, because the girl grinned started making two brightly colored frappes. when she was done and set them on the counter, james grabbed them before she could react, nodding to the ten he'd left on the table and walking out the door, telling the barista to keep the change. a wicked smile marred his features and left him wishing he felt worse about it.

he eventually found the drama queen sitting by the fountain, looking sulky and very tired. it wasn't visible on him, as fatigue usually was -james found himself wondering how someone could look so annoyingly okay anytime before three pm- it was just the air around him that hinted he was tired. james, on the other hand, had seemingly permanent purple half-crescents stamped under his eyes and a sullen, lidded-eye look that did more than suggest he was always tired. "someone's looking a bit cranky." he observed with the same smile, setting down the drink and taking a sip of his own. "better get some caffeine in you. cheers."

[vonyx]

♥ Ɗαωη Ƒяαηcєѕ ♥
(Lσcαтιση // Ƭнє ∂σямѕ)

Dawn yawned, her weary eyes peeking open, seeing the campus outside of the taxi window. She immediately woke fully, throwing open the back door, only to start squealing happily (and loudly, to the drivers dismay). She took in the image of the beautiful building before in, the sight being so amazing to her. Glancing to her right she saw her moving truck pull in, causing her to jump and clap her hands before running over to it. One of the men began to open the door while another stood there, and before it was even fully open, Dawn handed Lurtix to the man standing there and dived into the back and looking around the truck, seeing all of her boxes. Looking over her shoulder she smiled at the men that just now got the door fully open, cheekily saying, "Time to get the work boys!" She tested the boxes for their weight and picked up the lightest one that was in the front area, along with three smaller ones on top of it. Hopping out, she stumbled into the dorm area, easily finding room three. Opening the door, she entered a very generously sized white room with two beds and dressers against the walls. Right away, Dawns brain began to organize her side the space with her many things, a smile tagging at her lips. "This is going to be so perfect!" After about and hour, all of Dawns boxes were packed tightly into her room, so now came the fun part, unpacking! She dug into the first box closest to her and saw it was posters, and smiled. "Starting with the fun stuff, huh?"


♛ Sρєηcєя Mσяgαη ♛

(WIP)


-`ღ´- Ɲуχ Ʋιѕѕєя -`ღ´-
(Location // The edge of the woods)

Nyx sighed in content as she leaned against the tree, her eyes closed and her hands in her pockets. She really did love peace and quiet, this place was going to be horrible. The campus is gigantic, so she can only imagine how many people there are. At least she found this place on her first day, now she has somewhere to go for solitude. (WIP)

[emexly]

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⤷ [ nineteen ] ⤷ [ location: dormitories ] ⤷ [ mood: relaxed ] ⤷ [ tags: zach ]

Travis was driving down the road in his mercedes g- wagon and saw the university. He looked at his hand on the steering wheel then at the cigarette in his other hand. He looked back onto the road and turned onto the campus and he stopped at the gate. The man asked for some documents and gave him a parking permit, and arose the gate. He drove on and parked at a lonely corner near the school. He looked up and saw that the school looked like a castle and then turned off the ignition. He hopped off his car and closed the door behind him. He opened the back of his car and adjusted his hat which was on backwards. He grabbed two giant suitcases and his backpack and put them on the floor and fixing the backpack over his shoulder. Travis was hauling two giant suitcases, luckily they had wheels on all four sides. He dragged them and tried not to fall with his heavy backpack pushing him down. He started to drag them past the entrance and stopped for a second. He looked around the campus, it was huge, and there were so many people. He looked around and decided he wanted to go to his dorm before he did any exploring. He walked over to his dorm and stepped into the hallway & when he was about to reach his dorm he saw a boy walking happily into his dorm.

Travis smiled as he figured that's probably his roommate. He managed to get inside the room which was already organized on one side of the room, he looked at his roommate and smiled. Then he walked to his side of the room and set down all his things. When he stood straight up he said,"Whats up I'm travis." Once he let go of his stuff he started at his empty bed. He had some of his stuff already delivered to his room, which were probably stuffed in the closet. To his surprised they were and he managed to pull the stuff out the closet and onto the floor. He saw his covers were nicely folded and now he had piled them in a big mess on the floor. He picked up his stuff and start to fix his bed. His bed was pretty big, quite similar to his old bed, he put on his bed sheets and put the pillow sheets over his white pillows. He laid all his white things on the bed and then threw on the white cover. He could never keep his white bed clean, and he had managed to buy new things this time, hoping that he can keep it clean this time. He picked up some other stuff and placed them in his nightstand drawers and as well on top of it. He placed his laptop on his bed alongside with other electronics and cords. He placed all his clothes and shoes inside his closet with his empty suitcases in the corner of the closet tucked away. When he was all done he said," How did you manage to fix your room so quickly," while panting trying to catch his breath holding himself against the wall.

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⤷ [ eighteen ] ⤷ [ location: outside/dorm ] ⤷ [ mood: calm ] ⤷ [ tags: dawn ]

Darcie was not too excited to go to the university, she didn't want to spend long hours in classes and have to do long essays and paragraphs. She is normally jolly but this wasn't one thing she was happy for. When she arrived at the gate of the campus, they gave her her parking permit and she drove on to find a parking in the front near the school. She found a parking in between two convertibles parking her car audi right in the middle. She only had one carry - on and a bag since her stuff was going to be delivered to her dorm. Chestnut claimed down after she got out of her car, and she went to the back raising the trunk door and grabbing her stuff. She closed the trunk and locked her car, looking around see the tons of cars and people already here. She walked with chesnut until she arrived in the main entrance. She scoped around the campus looking at a few people talking, other just walking around trying to get to places, and some others who looked lost. She smiled at the people she past and managed to get through the crowds of people. A few of them seemed nice and other not so really. She walked to her wing and found her building. She opened the door leading chestnut in and she smiled at the man who worked at the desk. She asked him where her room was, by showing him her paper. He told her it was located one the first floor and it should be on her right.

She thanked him and walked with chestnut down the hall and as she walked she got a call from the movers; they told her where was her building so they can bring up the stuff. She told them where and then she walked to her room looking down at her watch it read 7:30. When she got there she found another girl already fixing the dorm and her movers placing her stuff inside. She smiled at the movers and she waited for them to go get another round of boxes, and saw her movers coming from down the hall. She walked inside and smiled at her roommate. She introduced herself," Hey, I'm darcie," she said letting out a smile. She walked to her side of the room looking at the two giant boxes already delivered knowing she had a lot more boxes to come. The movers came inside bringing boxes to bothe sides of the room, until all they could see where boxes. She laughed as she stood on the empty bed looking to her roommate. Once the movers where done, darcie went and tipped them while they walked out the door closing it behind them. She heard her roommate's comment and giggled," we're going to be old by the time we finish." She jumped off the bed while chestnut laid on the bed. She started to open one box revealing at her clothes and she hesitated as she started to organize.

[nymphadora.]

♛ Ａｖｅｒｙ Ｇａｒｆｉｅｌｄ
➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ "Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｓｓ Ａｎｎａ"
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➥ {eighteen} ➥ {heteroflexible} ➥ {roomate; nyx} ➥ {mood; excited} ➥ {tags; james & kieran}

Avery stood in her dorm room. The rooms were quite large and to her knowledge she was sharing one with a girl named Nyx. The girl seemed to have already chosen her side of the dorm and put all her stuff there. Avery didn't mind. The side that she had was just as nice. The nice part about the dorms was the kitchen and the big living room and then the two dorm doors with bathrooms on each side. It allowed for privacy yet the ability to socialize with your dorm partner. Avery had already checked the house and had seen no sign of her roommate but she wasn't going to let that get her down. She dropped off her five bags in her room along with her purse, backpack, and school supplies. She would clean them all out later and set up. For the time being Avery wanted to go and explore the campus. The campus was huge and the idea of exploring it was definitely a very appealing adventure. There were still a few more days before classes started which meant these next few days were for getting ready, socializing, and joining the many clubs offered at the college.

Avery couldn't help but feel excited. She hoped they had a good music and theater program. From what she had heard, it was spectacular but she wasn't here for theater. Though theater was one of her two minors (her other being psychology), she was majoring in business and advertising. She had always been very talkative and nice to people, working in business and being creative sounded like a good plan if theater didn't work out for her. After unpacking a few things including some clothes and getting her bed made she decided to leave the dorm. Her outfit was extremely dorky as her parents had told her before she left in her car but she didn't mind. She heard a bark come from behind her and she turned around. How could she have forgotten to get Buddy out of his cage?!?! The little puppy had been a gift to her from her parents before she left. Since the college allowed pets which was very rare for colleges to allow on campus, her parents had given her the gift of a dog. Buddy was a handful sometimes but she loved him nonetheless.

Avery walked over to his cage and unlocked him before smiling down at him and kissing his little wet nose. "Do you want to go for a walk?" She asked before grabbing his leash from the back of the little cage he had been kept in. She attached the leash to his collar and smiled. "C'mon Buddy," She said as she walked him out of the dorm. She walked past a mirror on her way into the living room and adjusted her outfit a bit. Her outfit was just as dorky as her parents had made it out to be. She smiled at herself sheepishly. Her outfit consisted of a black and white pair of converse, a black skater skirt with black suspenders, and a white shirt with a floating house being carried by balloons that said; 'adventure is out there!' Though she would probably be teased for dressing like a dork the little makeup she wore was on point as her generation would often say. Her hair was perfectly curled and she looked pretty nice minus the dorky outfit.

After finally leaving the room she began her walk towards the elevator and headed to the main floor. Once she got off she smelled something extremely nice. It was the smell of a bar and grill she had heard about. Buddy seemed to have smelt it as well as he bolted off. With her not paying attention he slipped right out of her grasp. "Buddy!" She yelled before running after him. She chased after him to find him jumping in a fountain and splashing two guys sitting by it. Luckily the splash was not big as he was just a little puppy but it still got them quite wet. She ran over and picked him out of the fountain holding him tight against her chest. Her white shirt was no soaked as well as he sat in her arms whimpering. "I am so sorry. My dog, Buddy... He ran away from me and I.... I truly am sorry," She told them at a loss for words. She set Buddy down on the ground and held tight onto his leash awaiting their response. She felt absolutely terrible for the incident and hoped the guys weren't to mad.




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Brooklyn sat on the bed in her dorm. She had already sorted out most of her things and she had insisted on taking the left side of the room. It was a nice dorm, she wasn't going to lie and so far her pet raven, Ebony seemed to be enjoying herself. Brooklyn didn't know too much about her roommate yet. To her knowledge her roommate had not yet arrived but Brooklyn was to lazy to check and see. She sat in her room smacking gum and listening to insanely loud music from her phone. Her earbuds were plugged in and even though her parents had constantly warned her not to listen to loud music like that she did not care. Her thoughts were anywhere but school. There was no way she was going to survive a big campus like this. She growled and threw Ebony some food. "Eat it up you little worm," She told Ebony. Ebony cawed at her only to find a whack. Ebony was as old as Brooklyn these days. Ravens could live up to forty years in captivity and Brooklyn intended to keep Ebony that long.

She yawned and unplugged her earbuds before walking over to the window. She looked out the window at the huge campus and sighed. Ebony came and landed on her shoulder. "Do you want to go outside?" Brooklyn asked the bird. It shook its head and flew over to her little post in the corner. She seemed content with the place and boy was Brooklyn glad. Brooklyn found herself not caring that Ebony did not want to fly because Brooklyn did. Since Brooklyn didn't have the luxury of flight like birds though she stuck with opening the window and sitting on the sill. She wasn't extremely far up. At least she wasn't the top floor anyways. She hung her feet off the edge of the building and looked down. She wasn't afraid of heights but she still held on to make sure she didn't end up falling to her death. She'd rather not die today.

Brooklyn enjoyed the ability to sit like this. The light breeze blew in her hair and even though she would never admit it, she enjoyed the sun beating down on her. It was a nice feeling that she enjoyed from time to time. Her serene feeling was lost when she heard her phone vibrate across the room. She turned around almost losing her balance but finding it quickly. She walked over to the phone and noticed her parents had texted her. Something about forgetting some old blouse. She had probably forgotten it on purpose and she told her parents to simply sell it. No use in keeping an old, dirty blouse, right?