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[GRAYSON!]

F I R S T m i d d l e L A S T

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Hai party people! My name's YOUR NAME and I'm YOUR AGE years old. I've been playing this game for RP EXPERIENCE. Just a heads up, my timezone is YOUR TIMEZONE and my other characters round here are NAMES HERE.

» NAME: First middle and last name
» NICKNAMES: If any
» AGE:
» GROUP: (amber sweet posse, graverobber, repo man, resistance, etc)
» GENDER:
» SEXUALITY:

» PLAY BY:
» HAIR COLOR:
» EYE COLOR:
» OTHER:

» LIKES: 5
» DISLIKES: 5
» STRENGTHS: 3
» WEAKNESSES: 3
» FEARS: 2
» OVERALL: 2 paragraphs.

» HOMETOWN:
» FAMILY:
» OVERALL HISTORY:
3 paragraphs



» RP SAMPLE:

BAHAHAHAA

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[*IMG]Image here. Don't stretch the board[*/IMG][blockquote][size=1]Hai party people! My name's [b]YOUR NAME[/b] and I'm [b]YOUR AGE[/b] years old. I've been playing this game for [b]RP EXPERIENCE[/b]. Just a heads up, my timezone is [b]YOUR TIMEZONE[/b] and my other characters round here are [b]NAMES HERE[/b]. [/size][/blockquote][IMG]http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t78/theforkoftruth/basics.png[/IMG][/center][blockquote][blockquote][size=1]» NAME: First middle and last name
» NICKNAMES: If any
» AGE:
» GROUP: (amber sweet posse, graverobber, repo man, resistance, etc)
» GENDER:
» SEXUALITY: [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][center][IMG]http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t78/theforkoftruth/physical.png[/IMG][/center][blockquote][blockquote][size=1]» PLAY BY:
» HAIR COLOR:
» EYE COLOR:
» OTHER: [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][center][IMG]http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t78/theforkoftruth/personality.png[/IMG][/center][blockquote][blockquote][size=1]» LIKES: 5
» DISLIKES: 5
» STRENGTHS: 3
» WEAKNESSES: 3
» FEARS: 2
» OVERALL: 2 paragraphs.  [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][center][IMG]http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t78/theforkoftruth/history-2.png[/IMG][/center][blockquote][blockquote][size=1]» HOMETOWN:
» FAMILY:
» OVERALL HISTORY:
3 paragraphs



» RP SAMPLE: [quote][/quote][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][IMG]http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t78/theforkoftruth/credits-2.png[/IMG][size=1][blockquote][blockquote]Hey, ya'll. Just remember that this template belongs to [url=http://z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=13382]ASHOO[/url] of [url=http://z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?act=idx]CAUTION 2.0[/url]. Graphics were made by yours truly and the lyrics are Bon Jovi's Dead or Alive. Don't steal and claim as your own or I'll set the pitchfork of justice on ya'll. Z'at clear?[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[vanice connie montrille]

V A N I C E c o n n i e M O N T R I L L E

Hai party people! My name's GRAYSON! and I'm 16 years old. I've been playing this game for 2 YEARS. Just a heads up, my timezone is DONTEVENKNOW and my other characters round here are ADMIN.

» NAME: vanice connie montrille
» NICKNAMES: connie
» AGE: 22
» GROUP: leader of resistance
» GENDER: female
»SEXUALITY: heterosexual

» PLAY BY: megan fox
» HAIR COLOR: black
» EYE COLOR: green.blue
» OTHER: tattoo on her wrist and back, scar on left hand, 5'4 without heels, small build, long hair.

» LIKES:
GUNS
HER FATHER'S WORK
GRAVEROBBERS
FEEDING THE MASSES
GRAVEYARDS
THE NIGHT
» DISLIKES:
REPO MEN
AMBER SWEET
THE LARGO FAMILY
THE FASHION OF SURGERY
ZYDRATE
» STRENGTHS:
CLEVERNESS
TOUGH AS NAILS
BRUTAL
» WEAKNESSES:
GRAVEROBBERS
HER FATHERS WORKS
THE DAY TIME
» FEARS:
BEING KILLED
SURGERY
» OVERALL:

Connie's a very rough and tough girl. She was raised on the ideas that Geneco must fall and was a horrific reminder of humanity's suffering. She's never loving and always mean. Pretty, yes, but she'll never let anyone tell her that. Her voice is harsh but soft. She always gets her man and always gets her things done.

Besides her father, she's never had anyone in her life and he likes it that way. The only other person is her right hand man, who's always with her and the only one she depends on. She trust her group, but not with everything.

» HOMETOWN: New York
» FAMILY: Father-54-deceased
» OVERALL HISTORY:

Her father created the resistance 15 years ago, and now that he's gone it's connie's turn to make their names known.
(that's really all you need to know)


» RP SAMPLE:

FUUUUUUUUUUCK THAT. I'M THE ADMINNNN.

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[graverobber]

GRAVEROBBER

Hai party people! My name's KELSEA and I'm 16 years old. I've been playing this game for 1 YEAR. Just a heads up, my timezone is CDT and my other characters round here are ADMIN - KELSEA!.

» NAME: GRAVEROBBER
» NICKNAMES: rarely; GR
» AGE: 27
» GROUP: Graverobber
» GENDER: Male
» SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

» PLAY BY: TERRANCE ZDUNICH
» HAIR COLOR: Dark brown with streaks of muted blues, reds, pinks, etc.
» EYE COLOR: Blue
» OTHER: Graverobber is 6'0" and has a very distinct set of facial features. His intense stare mixed with his devilish grin are worthy of the devil himself. His body stance is key to him, his body language always displaying what he feels. He has a strong, lingering baritone voice, whether he's singing or not. Bottom line; Graverobber is the man.

» LIKES:
-The streets
-Zydrate peddling
-Women
-Attitude
-Observing

» DISLIKES:
-Amber Sweet
-The Largo Family
-Scalpel Sluts
-Rich people
-GeneCo

» STRENGTHS:
-Graverobber is 100% street smart
-Witty
-He's an observer, so he knows everyone's secrets
-The best drug dealer since George Jung

» WEAKNESSES:
-Women
-A juicy story, he's always interested
-Competition, he'll stop at nothing to defend what's his
-Cynical

» FEARS:
-Becoming part of the world he hates
-Letting his guard down

» OVERALL: Graverobber is a smartass, always quick to fire back a comeback that will knock you out. He's amazingly intelligent, and knows what he's talking about. You got a problem with him? He knows. And he doesn't like you. Although he'll sell anyone street Zydrate, no matter who's begging for a hit of that glow. Rumor has it that even Amber Sweet is a frequent customer.

This is a downfall of Graverobber's, seeing as he never knows who might be asking for the drug. And he keeps his mouth shut about it, that is until he gets back to the streets. You can't keep a secret from him, and that gives him the upper hand in most fights. He's not about to be caught missing a payment, therefore he sells the street glow. Amazingly, he won't touch the stuff. He's seen too many botched jobs and scalpel sluts to travel down that road.

» HOMETOWN: New York (?)
» FAMILY: None.
» OVERALL HISTORY: Graverobber was born and raised on the streets. His parents, whom he doesn't remember, were friends with the scalpel, and fell into debt just after Graverobber was born. They were taken by the disease during the break out when he was just over a year old. He was passed through several families in his younger years.

By the age of 10, GeneCo had exploded, and he was with a man named Coley. Coley was a Zydrate peddler as well, and taught Graverobber most everything he knows about the drug. Although unlike Graverobber, Coley got a big head about all the money he was making, so he decided to go under the knife. And, as most do, he became addicted. With all the drugs and money he had laying around, he let himself go. Around the time Graverobber turned 17, Coley fell into debt and fell victim to the Repo Man.

Graverobber raised himself, staying on his own, becoming better and better at running the night scene. Now, at age 27, and GeneCo under new management, he's more than capable of making his payments and staying under the radar. Just don't bring up his parents, or things may get ugly.



» RP SAMPLE:

blahblahblah, i do what i want.

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[river francis blake]

R I V E R f r a n c i s B L A K E

Hai party people! My name's KRISTEN and I'm SIXTEEN years old. I've been playing this game for FOUR YEARS. Just a heads up, my timezone is CENTRAL and my other characters round here are N/A.

» NAME: river francis blake
» NICKNAMES: n/a
» AGE: twenty-three
» GROUP: resistance
» GENDER: male
» SEXUALITY: heterosexual

» PLAY BY: brendon urie
» HAIR COLOR: black
» EYE COLOR: hazel
» OTHER:

» LIKES:
-rebellion
-women
-jokes
-knives
-alcohol
-graveyards

» DISLIKES:
-society
-amber sweet
-authority
-sleep
-needles

» STRENGTHS:
-his ability to be a powerful leader.
-knife making.
-his smooth way of talking to people; his persuasion.

» WEAKNESSES:
-his soft spot for beautiful women.
-his sympathy for people.
-the fact that he barely sleeps.

» FEARS:
-being killed, himself.
-surgery.

» OVERALL:
river is not a dull person, whatsoever. every single aspect about his personality is interesting and full of life, unlike the society that surrounds him. the society who enjoy pressing needles constantly into their faces. he's very attractive, even amber sweet's crowd find him handsome, even thoug he's never had one surgery.

another thing about him is that he's hilarious. most people here don't have much of a sense of humor, but he definately does. he could make the most robotic of people chuckle.

» HOMETOWN: boston, mass.
» FAMILY: maygold maisie blake - mother - currently in a mental institution
francis allen blake - father - deceased ( murdered by marygold )
» OVERALL HISTORY:
river francis blake was born on april fourteenth in the very early morning. his father had already been brutally murdered by his mother a few weeks before. the pain of childbirth made marygold laugh as she birthed her one and only son. the doctors wouldn't help but stare at her in fear as her powerful laugh overpowered her new baby boy's screams.

as he got older, river's mother was mostly drunk all the time. she had gotten quite a few surgeries, and it was not good. she looked ugly, and river hated her. he wanted her dead, or something close to it. so, he got her sent to a mental hospital where she's been ever since he was in junior high. he doesn't even know if she's dead or alive, nor does he care.

river is now part of the resistance, one of the leaders, actually.



» RP SAMPLE:

Marianne had escaped. She had escaped death, himself. She had escaped the misery in which millions of Jews were suffering from every wretched day in the past few years. She sighed heavily as she walked steadily down the cracked sidewalk as she passed many buildings. An average person would've never guess that she was a Jewish woman. She dressed very elegantly with her bright red summer dress, bright red three inch high heels, white hat, and white shimmering sunglasses. The reason for her elegant appearance was because she had gone back to her home in France and dug up the chest filled with her family's fortune, which he had burried beneath the mud in their basement. Thankfully, the Nazis hadn't taken the time to go through much of their run down farm house. As she thought about her home, her thoughts and her vision clouded with pitty. Pitty for herself for what she had witnessed the last year, and pitty for her family, who had perished in one of the death camps.


As her long legs rounded the corner, Marianne looked up at a sign that was nearly more run down than the sidewalk beneath her feet. It was a pub. How many of these damned things does England really need? God damn, she thought to herself, a blonde eyebrow arched high in confusion. She had seen about five of them, not including this one, within the various blocks she had walked. She walked in quietly, attempting not to be noticed, but the little dinging bell that rang everytime someone entered and exited revealed her entrance to everyone. He fair cheeks faded into a deep crimson as she removed her hat and sunglasses, holding them closely to her side as she looked around. The only people in the place were a few American soldiers and pilots, it seemed. She smiled to herself. She was safe here. The Americans were in favor of her people.

Marianne stode gracefully to the bar and gave the bartender a warm smile. Bonjour, she said, her beautiful french voice ringing in the subtle silence in the place as the men around her smoked and drank. She had nearly forgotten what country she was in. I would like a glass of red wine, please she said quietly, trying her best to speak in perfect English, even with her ridiculously heavy French accent. The old man nodded grouchily, turning around to grab a clean wine class and fill it to the brim with the smooth, red liquid. She nodded in thanks, placing her money on the counter for him to take. Mercia, she said before turning, her long blonde hair flowing over her shoulders.

She scanned the room, her blue eyes bright. It felt good for her, for once, to feel safe somewhere. She smiled as she walked to a darker more empty corner. There was a man sitting there, but she didn't mind. She could tell from when she came in that he was an American pilot. She loved the pilots. They always had a prideful air about them, not in an arrogant way, but in a way that they really, genuninely loved their country and the people they were fighting for. She wished that her country would've fought a little bit harder and longer for it's people- all of it's people, no matter what they were. She beamed down at the man, her bright red lips turning up into a sweet smile Mind if I sit here, she asked quietly, her head tilted to the left in curiousity. It had been so long since she had been treated with any bit of respect or kindness. She hoped that these american soldiers were as great as she'd heard.

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[pavi vitale largo]

PAVI vitale LARGO

Hai party people! My name's Nikki and I'm 16 years old. I've been playing this game for zero years. Just a heads up, my timezone is central and my other characters round here are N/A.

» NAME: Pavi Vitale Largo
» NICKNAMES:N/A
» AGE: 20
» GROUP: Amber Sweet Posse
» GENDER: Male
» SEXUALITY:?

» PLAY BY: Nivek Ogre
» HAIR COLOR: Black
» EYE COLOR: Hazel
» OTHER:

» LIKES: stealing peoples' faces, looking into mirrors, making improper fractions, partying with the ladies
» DISLIKES: his actual face, ugly people, his brother, people not paying attention to him, not partying with the ladies
» STRENGTHS: sneaky, quiet, strong
» WEAKNESSES: lacking in intelligence, easily distracted by reflective surfaces, chocolate.
» FEARS: getting his skin graph pulled off exposing his true appearance and getting water poured on him messing up his makeup.
» OVERALL:
Pavi is obviously a very insecure individual. He makes up for his inner self loathing by expressing outer masculinity and being completely neurotic. You'll most likely find him mackin' on some chicks or getting a new face. Or both. At the same time....yeahhh....ANYWHO.

Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but definitely a character. His thick Italian accent makes him sound hilarious. He could be ripping your face off and you'd still laugh because "I TAKE-A YO FACE, BISH!" just can't not be laughed at.

» HOMETOWN: NYC
» FAMILY: The Largos
» OVERALL HISTORY: Its no secret that Rotti Largo had several women back in the day. How else do you think none of his children look alike? His birth mother was an Italian prostitute. Apparently taking care of a baby and turning tricks at the same time is difficult. She left him on his doorstep with a note signed "Good luck. -Maria"

He was teased alot as a child. He was born with a...well... disproportioned face. You ever seen the hunchback of Notre Dame? Yeah. Well, this is what led to his acute insecurity.

Once Rotti started GeneCo, the possibilities were endless for Pavi. Changing his face almost weekly, he developed a new found, but not necessarily permanent, confidence. He later realized that theres more to life than looking your best. His insecurities were something that couldn't be helped, even with all the surgeries in the world, he was still miserable. The more miserable he got, the more arrogant and cocky he got in public.


» RP SAMPLE:

The cold, steel doors pulled apart with a “ding” followed by the “swish” of the hydraulics. All eyes focused on the man that emerged from behind them. Nathan Wallace, Legal Assassin. He walked toward the back of the room with a pace as constant as a metronome, and so brisk you’d almost assume he was gliding where The King sat in his throne. Each step sent a small vibration though the floor and beneath their feet that echoed off the walls like thunder. Rotti showed slight discomfort in the form of a subtle cringe in his seat, but he immediately collected himself and straightened his tie.

Nathan placed a seemingly harmless leather sack upon the desk. He opened a compartment on its side and a thick cloud of mist quickly engulfed its surroundings. He reached into the fog and pulled out a human spine, property of Gene Co. He tossed it nonchalantly toward Rotti and it landed with a plop in front of him. “Who ordered pizza?!” yelled Luigi obnoxiously. “I could go for a slice!” Amber scoffed at her moron of a brother from the couch where she laid. “Fucking lunatic.” She murmured under her breath, shaking her head at the ceiling.

“That’s quite an entrance, Mr. Wallace.” Pavi said with a grin, barely glancing away from the mirror in his hand. “Very dramatic.” Nathan added no comment toward the remark, only a quick glance. Not exactly a condescending one. Perhaps it was merely a way of saying “This job is not as great as you think. But somebody’s got to do it.”

Nathan’s eyes quickly returned to Rotti. “You wanted to see me?” Rotti then explained why it was necessary for Nathan to meet him in his office. Largo’s newest mission involved a Gene Co. employee. It was Mag. Nathan’s heart sank. “I can’t do this. She was Marni’s closest friend…” His voice shook as he turned away. “You’ll…you’ll have to find someone else.”

Luigi rolled his eyes and gave a loud, raspy sigh. “Oh, good lord! You’re breakin’ my friggen heart! Keep it together, you’re a grown man!” Pavi waltzed over toward him to lend some words of “reassurance”. He placed his hand on Nathan’s shoulder and said, “Look at it this-a way! If you kill her, at least you’ll reunite them.” Nathan slapped his hand away from him. “Look, I said no!” he barked. “Don’t deny who you are, Nathan…Remember what you-““STOP!” Nathan interrupted angrily. “I said I can’t do this job, now let me be!”
“No one denies Rotti Largo!” he roared. Rotti started toward a bright blue curtain. “You don’t want to remember, huh? HAH! I’ll make you fucking remember…” He pulled down the curtain with a swift jerk and a hearty maniacal laugh unveiling a man sitting petrified, bound and gagged to a chair, surrounded by all the surgical utensils a surgeon could ever need. “Ah! Look at what’s-a behind curtain number one!” Pavi exclaimed.

“Don’t deny it, Nathan. It’s in your blood. You killed her! You killed Marni! And you were born to kill!” Nathan looked at his down at his hands in regret. “Remember who you are, Nathan!” Rotti continued as Nathan fell to his knees. Luigi slid a long two ended scalpel over to Nathan. “We both know it. Your blood lust is insatiable!” He continued taunting. “No! No, No!” Nathan screamed. The room joined in cutting him deeper with each word. Deeper! He was breaking.

Nathan pounded his fist to the ground with his head bowed toward the floor. He moved his hand slowly toward the blade. “…We remember…” he whispered looking up with a demonic smirk. He arose phlegmatically, making his way slowly over to the chair. The man began to whimper and cry more each step he took. “What? What’s that? You gonna cry? That’s what they always do.” He laughed as he shook his head. “They cry for mama! Sure, now you’re sorry, aren’t ya!? Well mommy ain’t here, bitch. Cry all you want. Nothing stops a hungry scalpel until it hits flesh! I’ll make your mama mourn ya!” He roared with widened, manic eyes. He commenced hacking and slashing at his victim’s neck and torso. The faces around the room rapidly changed from encouraging, to impressed, to disgusted. “This man is fucking insane…” thought Pavi as The Repo continued mutilating what little was left of the man.

He began laughing a loud, crazed laugh as the blood splashed against his face. The room, horrified, stood silent. He looked around at them confused, at first, and then black down at the man’s mangled body. He gasped and dropped his knife, backing away in disgust. Unable to catch his breath, he held his chest and closed his eyes. “This can’t be real. This can’t be happening to me…” he whispered to himself. He quickly made his way to the elevator doors, repetitively pressing the buttons. “I can’t do this job Rotti!” he said one last time, and he was gone…

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[cyle xavier sinclair]

C Y L E x a v i e r S I N C L A I R

Hai party people! My name's GREEEEZZZAAAAYYY and I'm 670 years old. I've been playing this game for TROIS YURS. Just a heads up, my timezone is CENTRAL and my other characters round here are ADMIN/VANICE.

» NAME: cyle xaiver sinclair
» NICKNAMES: cy
» AGE: 19
» GROUP: beginner graverobber
» GENDER: male
» SEXUALITY: hetereo

» PLAY BY: andrew vanwymgarden
» HAIR COLOR: brown
» EYE COLOR: blue
» OTHER: tattoos, nice bod.

» LIKES:
Z
LADIES
MUSIC
CIGARETTES
DRUGS IN GENERAL
CARS
» DISLIKES:
MOST PEOPLE
OTHER GRAVEROBBERS
DEAD THINGS
CATS
ALCOHOL
» STRENGTHS:
STRENGTH
SKILLED IN Z PEDDLING
CLEVER
» WEAKNESSES:
PRETTY WOMAN
TROUBLE
LEATHER
» FEARS:
TRAPPED WITH THE DEAD
NEVER GETTING LAID
» OVERALL:

Cyle is a rather odd person. He's a little dorky during the day time and always has something on his mind, but at night he turns into this witty mastermind that some say battle THE Graverobber himself. But, he's always been a low key and never made a name from himself unless he's at a bar trying to pick up the ladies. Despite his awkwardness and his odd clothing, ladies seem to like him.

Cyle is not only a Z dealer, but an addict as well. How ever he's only been touched once, and that was when he was a baby and needed a new eye. But, his debts were paid off by his father. Now he just shots Z into his veins to get the feeling of- well, nothing. Emptiness is something he enjoys, and Z gives him just that.

» HOMETOWN: Las Vegas
» FAMILY:
dad- 45 - bookkeeper
mom- 43 - schoolteacher
sister - 12 - student
» OVERALL HISTORY:

Cyle was born to the average family. His mom and dad stayed married until he moved away, and he'd only found out about the nightlife a year ago, when he started actually gaining friends. Cyle lost his virginity to his childhood friend that died a year ago, and that's really what set off his addictions. When he learned he could get his own Z, he started following other Graverobbers to see how it was done. After stealing a few pieces of equipment, and buying a new wardrobe to fit in more, he started on his journey downward.


» RP SAMPLE:

FUUUUUUUUUCKA DAT, HAWT STUFF.

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[annabelle lee grace]

ANNABELLE lee GRACE

Hai party people! My name's Mogandarlin and I'm sixteen years old. I've been playing this game for five years. Just a heads up, my timezone is central and my other characters round here are NAMES HERE.

» NAME: Annabelle Lee Grace
» NICKNAMES: Annie
» AGE: twenty-two
» GROUP: Z-Addict (amber sweet posse, graverobber, repo man, resistance, etc)
» GENDER: Female
» SEXUALITY: Doesn't matter.

» PLAY BY:
» HAIR COLOR: Black
» EYE COLOR: Blue
» OTHER: There is a massive scar on the left side of her chest from a "black market" heart transplant.

» LIKES: 1. Zydrate
2. Sex
3. Sleep
4. Soft music
5. Winter
» DISLIKES: 5 1. Amber Sweet, whom is addicted to the knife.
2. Violence
3. Technology
4. Sharp Objects
5. Scary men
» STRENGTHS: 3 1. Her childish mind makes her immune to the world, giving her the ability to shut everyone out and be herself.
2. She knows when the time to speak is, and when to stay silent.
3. With her childish mind, comes many memories forced from her mind. Annabelle was skilled with knives and swords as a young teen. After her surgery she developed a fear of such objects-even though she has killed sevral people since her mind has forced her to believe these things to be only dreams.
» WEAKNESSES: 3
1. Violence, Annabelle has a fear of violence which keeps her locked away from the world most of the time.
2. Because she blocks things out she does not catch everything being told to her so she misses quite a few important things.
3. She has a split personality, but because of her reclusivness no one knows this. Annabelle has killed people during her "black outs" only waking to think they were just dreams or tricks of her mind.
» FEARS: 2
1. Being alone forever.
2. Being used.
» OVERALL:
Annie is mostly a quiet girl, and can easily go unnoticed, though her name is widely known. She finds family in the streets, and also with a nice lady, Rennie. This serves as a makeshift home for many teenagers in the city. It also gives her somewhere to try and figure out the mystery of her black outs. These are not known among the people, she's just a sweet little girl. And in reality, that's all she really is. She just has a little quirk to her, a blind streak, and that scared her.

She's a zydrate addict, and that tends to aid in her 'popularity' among the streets, though most people in this part of the city were. Being as sweet as she is, she's a target for male attention, but she doesn't give it up for just anyone (mostly). Her hard shell in her mind doesn't let her weaknesses affect her unless she drops way low off drugs, into that childish act.

» HOMETOWN:
» FAMILY: Her family died when she was very young.
» OVERALL HISTORY:
Her mother's name was Kandi, a sweet woman with a good heart, always caring for her family. She was also the first to die, a lung disease and not enough money to pay for a transplant. This saddened the family, and only further distraught the Grace's after her toddler brother died. He had seizures from a brain tumor, and seized one day while playing in the heat. He was left to die until his sister found him. Finally, a year later, her father died when she was only 10. He suffered from thyroid cancer, and the disease took him after long painful months of bed rest.

This left Annabelle in a group home until her seventeenth birthday, where she lived in the filth of the city. Her lack of sanitation and proper care caused a quickly spreading infection in her heart. Months later, it got bad enough to need a proper transplant. Having no money and no place to go, she resorted to the black market for an illegitimate operation. Given her young age and small stature, they easily overdosed her, causing a serious addiction.

Annie found Graverobber first as a source for Zydrate, then as a guiding light as things turned for the worse. No money, no way to get more Z, and he couldn't bear to see her suffer. So, of course, he began to off-center take her under his wing, like he had once for Shiloh. He was much like an older brother, sometimes mean, but still looking out for her. He has been a sort of saving grace for her. She resides in the streets, under the care of Rennie and Graverobber.



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[iris shae allie]

IRISshaeALLIE

Hai party people! My name's KELSEA and I'm 16 years old. I've been playing this game for 1 YEAR. Just a heads up, my timezone is CENTRAL and my other characters round here are ADMIN, GRAVEROBBER.

» NAME: Iris Shae Allie
» NICKNAMES: Irie, Allie, Shae
» AGE: 24
» GROUP: Z ADDICT, minor scalpel slut
» GENDER: female
» SEXUALITY: hetero

» PLAY BY: Sophia Bush
» HAIR COLOR: Jet Black
» EYE COLOR: Hazel-gold
» OTHER: strikingly beautiful, looks like a scalpel slut

» LIKES:
Zydrate
Summertime
Sleep
Snow
Strong Men
Parties
Home

» DISLIKES:
Boys
Douches
Reality
Largos
Resistance
Business

» STRENGTHS:
Happy, infectious personality
Street smart
Knows her medical stuff.

» WEAKNESSES:
Naive
Fearful
Easily distracted

» FEARS:
She isn't good enough
No one wants her
Authority

» OVERALL:
Iris is very bullheaded about the world, often shutting it off and ignoring the war that's being waged. She's a partier, and goes under the knife from time to time. She's not another one of Amber's, but she's certainly not one of those butch Resistance girls either. That's how she'd put it.

It's true, she's been labeled whore and bitch, but she didn't care, she did what she want. And that got her in trouble a lot.

» HOMETOWN:NYC
» FAMILY: Sister, Mallory.
» OVERALL HISTORY:
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[harold norton everest]

H A R O L D n o r t o n E V E R E S T

Hai party people! My name's greeezay and I'm 666 years old. I've been playing this game for 2 years. Just a heads up, my timezone is central and my other characters round here are admin, vanice, cyle.

» NAME: Harold Norton Everest
» NICKNAMES: Harry
» AGE: 38
» GROUP: repo man
» GENDER: male
» SEXUALITY: heterosexual

» PLAY BY: hugh jackman
» HAIR COLOR: brown
» EYE COLOR: brown
» OTHER: wings on his back

» LIKES:
making deals
killing
amber sweet
the resistance
his job
coffee
surgery
» DISLIKES:
people
music
dancing
anything other than business
being doubted
» STRENGTHS:
strong
not in the right mind
angry
» WEAKNESSES:
amber sweet
gossip
his job
» FEARS:
nothing, he's crazy
» OVERALL:

Harold, or Harry, has been at his job since the beginning. He was once a surgeon himself, but after a streak of dead patients (all killed, of course) his licenses was revoked. This made him angry, and he began to kill for money. He loves the sound of the knife hitting the skin and ripping at it. Harry is a far from nice guy. He likes everything rough, even conversation. He's mean and short with everyone, and you better not mention his past or you are dead where you stand. He's prideful and very full of himself, and will stop at nothing to make sure the world suffers. For what? He doesn't know, but he knows something isn't right. And to make it right, he's got to slit some throats.

» HOMETOWN: Savanna, Georgia
» FAMILY: all deceased
» OVERALL HISTORY:

After his murderous rampage at his hospital back home, He was called by his trusty friend, Rotti Largo. Rotti promised him a job at what he did best and what he loved. he took the oath and from then on as been Rotti's closest Repo Man. Though, when Nathan Wallance made himself known at the Opera, all of Harry's work has been to over shadow Nathan, to one up him. He's almost there, but for some odd reason the voices would rather Harry hurt himself than others. He hates the world and will stop at nothing to make it suffer.

He had a family once, but his dear wife left after his odd call fromt he hospital. She took his son, Danny from him. This fueled the fire more. He's been calling her family so much that they have to change their phone numbers every month and it's said that his wife has moved the other side of the globe. Though, Harry doesn't blame himself. Stupid bitch wanted to leave, she could.



» RP SAMPLE:

see any of cyle's, or vanice's posts:D

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[zachary benjamin dover]

ZACHARYbenjaminDOVER

Hai party people! My name's charlotte and I'm 18 years old. I've been playing this game for 2 years. Just a heads up, my timezone is eastern and my other characters round here are N/A.

» NAME: zachary benjamin dover
» NICKNAMES: BENdover!(stagename); Zach; Benny; Ben; etc.
» AGE: 24
» GROUP: carny
» GENDER: male
» SEXUALITY: bisexual

» PLAY BY: Adam Lambert
» HAIR COLOR: black
» EYE COLOR: green/hazel
» OTHER: extremely attractive

» LIKES:
-fun
-craziness
-partying
-carnivals
-operas
-drinks
-sex
-women
-men

» DISLIKES:
-Z
-graverobbers
-amber sweet
-seriousness
-repomen
-anyone who stops the party

» STRENGTHS:
-wicked smart
-street wise
-skilled with a knife
-musically talented

» WEAKNESSES:
-lust
-love
-parties

» FEARS:
-dying
-authority; although he makes fun of it a lot.

» OVERALL: Zachary is a showy guy, always the center of attention. His bit at the carnival is always looked forward to, seconded only by his after party blowouts. Bisexual or not, he's a hit with the ladies. Charming, charismatic, sexy, witty; he's got it all. As funny and nice as he may seem, it's a terrible idea to cross him.

Ben has a mean streak, easily snapping at anyone who walks around acting like tough shit. He'll mess you up, regardless of who you are, how many kids you have, or if you're his best friend. And that's for a minor offense. Mess with his friends, family, or party, and you're likely to wind up dead. After all, in a city where the government is killing off over 75% of the population, who will notice just one more death?

» HOMETOWN: NYC
» FAMILY: brother, Jameson (19), sister, Queeny (21)
» OVERALL HISTORY:
Zachary's life, although mocked frequently in his acts, has not been easy. His parents died four years ago, and he had to care for his younger siblings. Jameson was always an outcast of their family, wanting to stay away from the carnival scene and delve more into music and art. Queeny, however jumped right in. Her original name was Kelly, but she changed it as a stage name. She's also known as Kiki by her older brother.

As Ben raised his family, he began to develop into one of the top acts at the carnival, and was eventually asked to perform at the opera, as a sideshow between acts. He loved the whole scene, using all of this to become even better at what he did so well.

Ben was there the night of the blood feud, as they called it, and witnessed the whole thing. Not only that, but he knows most of the secrets of the whole night, as he was backstage for it. As each Largo family member went by, they had their own things to mumble about. But Zachary hasn't told anyone. This makes him wanted by plenty, on both sides of the fight. He knows all that happened behind the big curtain when no one kept their composure. He knows the real and unmentionable cruelty of the Largos. He also knows he'll never tell a soul. At least, not without the proper payment.


» RP SAMPLE:

Danny smiled at his friend again, the scratches looking brutal. "Ok man, catch you later." He heard the knocks at the door, his smile slightly fading. He thought about Aerilyn, and decided he was ready for some fun. He let her in, smiling bright and wrapping his arms around her waist. His strong arms pulled her to him, and he smiled his half smile, a devastating look in itself. His voice was low and rough. "Oh, what brings you here this fine morning, dear Aerilyn?" He spun her around and kicked the door shut.

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[mackenzie-noelle parker]

MACKENZIE-noelle PARKER

Hai party people! My name's RENEE and I'm NINETEEN years old. I've been playing this game for 3 YEARS. Just a heads up, my timezone is EASTERN - US and my other characters round here are NONE AT THE MOMENT.

» NAME: Mackenzie-Noelle Parker
» NICKNAMES: Kenzie / Kitty
» AGE: sixteen
» GROUP: amber sweet posse
» GENDER: male
» SEXUALITY: homosexual

» PLAY BY: Jeffree Star
» HAIR COLOR: various shades of pink
» EYE COLOR: bright blue
» OTHER: tall / slender / covered in tattoos

» LIKES: make-up, dressing up, attention, trust, candy, the color pink, money, violence
» DISLIKES: narrow-mindedness, feeling weak, losing one's trust, blending in, cigarettes/drinking
» STRENGTHS: strong-willed, fighter, will stand up for his friends, no matter what, make-up artist
» WEAKNESSES: has annoying bouts of asthma, can be a bit overemotional, doesn't love himself as much as he lets on.
» FEARS: people finding out his secrets, dying
» OVERALL: he can be extremely shallow and judgmental and can base people on appearances, though once he's been broken down enough, he can be a very trustworthy, sweet individual.
probably due to the abuse he suffered both mentally and physically as a younger child, mackenzie has put up barriers. he makes friends cautiously and though he's learning to not be a full-on bitch on first contact, he still doesn't trust people as much as his closest of friends.
coming from a verrrry wealthy family, mackenzie is used to getting what he wants - which is more often then not - attention attention attention. xD he generally likes being the center of people's thoughts, no matter the reason. even though a lot of times negativity effects him EXTREMELY badly when no one is around. he cuts himself in secret and finds he doesn't truly know who he is at all….
very flamboyant and having an obsession with shopping sprees and sweets, he can act very immaturely. xD he has a bit of a big mouth, talks shit about people and acts as if he doesn't care what others think.
for relationships, mackenzie is the height of gay. :] he's obsessed with boys and is always looking for a new toy to make-out with or simply play around with. HOWEVER. he is far from a slut in many ways. while he doesn't mind talking crudely and sexually about other people, he has only had sex once in his life and it was against his will. raped at 12, mackenzie fears sex once it comes to actual advances, though he is all for talking about it as if he's a professional xD.
he enjoys making a scene and a mess of things and smiling all the while behind an excess of makeup and hairdye.
taught to be hardheaded and strong-willed by his childhood friend/boyfriend/sexual assaulter, rayvne, mackenzie doesn't mind spazzing out and fighting harshly and strongly. though for some reason, when it comes to people stronger then him, he suddenly gets extremely pathetic and cries out for protection - it's almost like he's reverting back to the weak little thing he was?
mackenzie lives for designer materials and fashion. he likes making a statement.

» HOMETOWN: las angeles california
» FAMILY: mother : jessica (designer), father : paul.(business owner)
» OVERALL HISTORY:
mackenzie-noelle grew up in an extremely wealthy family. he was heavily criticized as a child simply for being highly 'unusual'. however, at the age of 10, upon meeting a boy called rayvne, mackenzie learned to fight. instead of simply crying and hiding, he learned to fight with his fists.
however, he was scarred when rayvne raped him when his family decided to move from california. having never had sex since, mackenzie is weary of nearly everyone he comes upon.
he believes everyone to be untrustworthy and therefore, comes across as highly unapproachable and vulgar. however, it his merely his childhood coming back to haunt him. finding it hard to fit in, yet wanting to be no part of mainstream society, mackenzie-noelle is a complicated mix-up of emotions and genders.

mackenzie grew obsessed with the prospect of beauty. how one's beauty doesn't mean perfection. how it could be easily stripped away when death comes to call.
having the prospect of gender bending surgeries hanging over his bright colored head, kitty wants nothing to do with it. though aware of the fact some call him terms such as 'freak', he finds it, annoying, but also a part of who he is.

he, however, is intrigued by everything involving geneco; and though highly protected by the massive amounts of money his family posesses, mackenzie-noelle is fascinated by a world much different from that of his younger years.

» RP SAMPLE:

what is beauty?
he thought, lying limply on his spine, the hard wood causing his back to ache with each slight shift of weight. amber eyes roved across the sloping ceiling and moved lazily and wide across the dark shapes of bed and bedpost - the rise and fall of his roommates as they breathed and dozed in less-than-fitful sleep. is beauty a charming smile and a painted pretty face? or is it something much deeper? is beauty personified in the shape a model or pageant queen; or is it in the kind smile of a simple friend? he grimaced faintly, stomach knotting up on itself once more. he was ill. though not of the physical kind, and had been since that evening. it was only in these half delusional states of discomfort did he care to look upon what he'd always thought of as real. he craved beauty. wanted it all for himself. and yet - if everyone was of a different opinion, how could he even begin to know where to start?

he pulled his skinny legs up to his chest, knees knocking against flesh; mind drifting painfully to his writhing stomach and overworked brain. he wondered just how easily it would be to slip into eternal sleep, close one's glassy, faux blue eyes on the world and never look back. and then the fear set in and he realized just how morbid he was becoming. how pathetic and immature and disgusting.
however. he was a liar, and a good one at that, he decided, conscious of the sheets twisted loosely around his torso and thighs.
he was confident and harsh, egotistical and crudely obscene, and yet….deep down he was anything but. terrified of the world. holding grudges and a rage that sat thick in his throat, spilling out from his overly glossed lips in the form of curses and lies, mackenzie-noelle was lost and confused.

he was a little boy. rough around the edges, defiant and boiling in a desire to fight. he was a little girl. a pink-haired princess with easily bruised feelings and a naive heart. he was a young man. obsessed with sexual relations and craving power over others. he was a young woman. catty and filled with a raving attitude; sporting an obsession with designer materials and a willingness to be on top.

the young cross dresser shifted onto his side, eyes watering from an inner pain and a tearing, searing ache in his chest. he felt ugly. without makeup, hair damp and sticking thickly to his neck and high, flushed cheekbones. he was a half-naked heap of jutting bones and inked skin, tangled in sheets that he'd pulled from his bed to sop up the blood. his wrists and forearms smarted from the razor blades, and suddenly, he felt a wave of nausea pulse in his stomach and catch in his constricting throat. mackenzie hadn't even noted he'd been crying, but thankfully the room was dark and the others were asleep, unable to hear his angry, muffled sobs. tears were streaked down his narrow face and he could taste salt on his half opened, trembling mouth.

figuring he couldn't stay like this forever, mackenzie-noelle leaned feebly onto his elbows and heaved his skinny frame up. he staggered a moment from having been laying down for so long, but eventually managed to move to the bathroom. he flipped the light on with a manicured finger, scowled at his pathetic appearance as he passed the mirror. pulling the razor blade from the slowly falling folds of the sheets that were now pooling around his calves, mackenzie collapsed upon his ankles and looked with shining eyes upon the gleaming blade. the blood was drying, but as he plunged it morbidly into the veins of his skinny wrists, old shining scars gleamed anew with red liquid.

with this pain came a strangled laugh and a pathetic cry. tears spilled from his raw lower eyelids once more and memories of one night as a child came flashing back. the ripping pain of his wrists plummeted through his stomach and shocked his lower body into residual disgusting agony. those dark sensual eyes still bored into his twelve year old soul. love was a kiss on the lips on the soft sands of a dark california beach. love was that look in his eyes, that smirk on his lips, that pulsing animal between his legs. love was pain and lust and life. and yet he hated it. hated himself, despite what he put forth….

despite what he showed everyone, mackenzie hated it….hated the world and the way he couldn't…wouldn't let anyone see him like this. he loathed the scantly-clad bulge between his legs, yet was fully against slicing it off; he hated how plastic he'd become in his attempt to fit in….
he didn't know what love was…would never know what love was, until he fully and wholeheartedly learned to accept the fact that he was just that - himself.
he leaned into the base of the sink and tried to breathe through his shaking sobs. he prayed that someone - anyone would find him….discover the mess he'd become so long ago…
and yet, he liked the glare of the bathroom light shining off his milky, torn skin. he wanted to sit in misery and woe and self-loathing, crying out for attention, with his vibrant head bowed over his smarting, streaming arms.

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[alondra jade audley]

A L O N D R A j a d e A U D L E Y

Hai party people! My name's KRISTEN and I'm 16 years old. I've been playing this game for 4 YEARS. Just a heads up, my timezone is CENTRAL and my other characters round here are RIVER & AMBER.

» NAME: alondra jade audley
» NICKNAMES: allie
» AGE: thirty-five
» GROUP: amber sweet posse, but she's only joined in her group because she's planning her assasination
» GENDER: female
» SEXUALITY: heterosexual

» PLAY BY: uma thurman
» HAIR COLOR: blonde
» EYE COLOR: blue
» OTHER: alondra has various scars over her entire body. her most distinct one is a crecent shaped on on her right shoulder. if you ask about it, plan on being punched.

» LIKES:
- killing
- reading
- zydrate, although she would never admit it; she's not addicted
- seducing men
- her job
» DISLIKES:
- amber sweet
- people, in general
- water (she can't swim)
- being controlled
- her family
» STRENGTHS:
- her stubborness
- her beauty
- her ability to persuade
» WEAKNESSES:
- her beauty
- zydrate
- nice men
» FEARS:
- that she'll never be able to complete her mission (to kill amber)
- ending up alone, like everyone else
» OVERALL:
alondra's personality really isn't that abnormal, aside from the fact that she enjoys brutally killing people, innocent and guilty. it's her job, however, so she's obligated to do it. aside from that, she's very funny and intersting to talk to. she's incredibly smart and observant. she can tell when someone is lying to her or how they're feeling by their facial expressions. it's a talent.

concerning love, alondra has no clue whatsoever. she's never had a boyfriend, and never been kissed. of course, plenty of men have fallen in love with her, but she's never returned the feelings. she's been to afraid to, up to this point.

» HOMETOWN: san diego, california
» FAMILY: - mary carrie audley - mother - retired, living in alaska
- james alexandre audley - father - deceased
- angel penelope audley - sister - deceased

» OVERALL HISTORY:
alondra jade audley was born on january seventeenth, a very dreary day. it was pouring rain and storming like hell. once she finally popped out, lightening struck nearly five times in the nearby area. her mother found it strange. this had nothing to do with her new baby girl, however, she knew. she smiled as she retrieved her and kissing her on her forehead. alondra hadn't cryed once. her eyes were open wide, staring up at her mom. she wasn't smiling, just staring.

as alondra grew up, she was pretty normal. not anything out of the ordinary, aside from her shyness. she barely ever spoke, except to her mother and father. she hardly ever even spoke to her little sister, angel. actually, she and angel didn't got along well at all. whenever alondra did decide to speak to her, it was to argue or yell.

when alondra was about twenty, angel and alondra's father had died in an awful car accident. when her mother called her, she just said a simple, "oh," and moved on. after that short phone conversation, she and her mother did not get along. they now had the relationship that angel and alondra had had. to make matters worse, alondra refused to show up to the funerals. another factor making them bicker even more than that was the fact that alondra was an assasin. her mother hated the idea of death, even if it was always surrounding the world now. she despised it.



» RP SAMPLE: see river or ambaa's app !

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